I feel my eyes go wide as I stare at Shane helplessly. The android's hands are moving over my body, under my clothes, squeezing and grabbing as Shane sits and watches. It kisses my neck and licks my ear. I can't help reacting to it, my body suffused with heat, I'm ready and needy. I’ve always been a quick-starter, but I’m just—I guess it’s because Shane has been gone and I went from doing it all the time to none at all. I must be a lot more desperate for it than I realized because I’m primed. My body wants this to happen, even if my mind isn’t reconciled to it. I squeeze my legs together and let out a whimper. This is too real. I half suspect this is some sort of trick and this is a real, human man behind me instead of the latest android model. His palms are warm where he's touching me, and I can feel his damp breath against my neck.

Shane wouldn't do something like that, would he? Talk an acquaintance of his into posing as an android to fulfill some voyeuristic kink?

I stare at Shane, studying him for any sight of duplicity, but all I see is wide-eyed excitement.

He mistakes my look and reassures me, "Honey, it's synced to you. It knows exactly what you want; if you didn't want this, it wouldn't do it." He's speaking in a low whisper, his eyes growing intense and focused. He has a look on his face I only ever see behind closed doors.

"You can't be serious–uuuhhh..." My words fail as a hand moves inside my pants–firmly and quickly fingers are moving over my button, then dipping between my folds and returning to caress with exactly the right pressure.

I knew I was suffering for lack of intimacy, but I hadn’t realized my body is literally hungry for it. I can’t help squeezing my thighs against his hand, not to dissuade him, but to hold it in place and lean into his touch. I need it.

"That's it doll, you're going to let me do whatever I want aren't you?" the android growls in my ear, moving a very life-like hardness against my ass as its hand brings me closer. "You're so slick, you want it so bad. Even though I'm not Shane, I'm not even human…but you don't care, do you?”

He pulls me back firmly against his body, pushing his hard on against me as he continues rubbing his deft, slippery fingers. His other hand snakes up under my shirt, grabbing and squeezing. Oh, I never—there is no reason not to give into this. He's right. It’s right. I need to come. And Shane is watching all of this.

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"Look at me, say my name when he makes you come." Shane says, causing my eyes to snap open, and he’s watching me intently, he’s watching me grind my ass against this machine–

"Fuck, Shane!"

Teeth are biting down on my neck as I pulse against its expert hand. White heat suffuses my body as I tense and quake straining against the–inhumanly––strong arms holding me tight.

As I come down, going limp, I hear Shane saying things like "Good girl, I love you so much," and other glowing complements as I bask in a familiar, comfortable afterglow. This is how it always is with us, rough and dirty followed with compliments and after-care. Too bad Shane isn’t here. I want to snuggle into him—

"You think we're done?" The android's comment shatters the moment. "We're not done. Not by a damned sight." My shirt and sports bra are pulled over my head and my leggings are yanked off in a few rough movements. I'm pushed over a stool, held down as the android kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs. "How's your view space man?" The android repositions the camera, moving it closer to us on the counter. "I want you to have a good look as your girl gets it. You don't want to miss this." With that, he pushes his tool against my wetness, rubbing against my button, up and down my slit. God help me, but it feels so good, I want it so badly—

"You’re a cock-hungry little thing aren't you? You're so wet and snug. I feel you squeezing down on me, such a bad girl letting me do this, letting your man watch." I'm going to come again already, all of his abrasive language and that stretched, full feeling. "That's a good girl. You see that, Shane? I bet you have a perfect view. You see your girl creaming all over me?"

God. Why is he talking like this?

"How's it feel?" Shane asks in a gravelly voice.

"Uhhn," I can't do words right now. My brain has been turned to absolute mush. I can't even process. All I can do is feel what’s happening to me. The android is giving my body exactly what it craves, and I don’t have any say in it.

"You see that, buddy? Are you getting an eye full of me doing your girl?" He lifts my knee up on the stool, forcing my other leg to stretch out completely up on tip-toe, barely touching the floor at all. Then he reaches around to rub me in that perfect, slightly firm pressure, as he picks up his pace. "Why the hell are you all the way across the solar system, orbiting Jupiter, Saturn or where the fuck ever? You should be here, doing this. She's coming again, she's so fucking hot for it." He shoves a hand into my hair, fisting it and arching me sharply as he holds my hip, steadying me on the stool. He's rough, with force. Exactly what I need. "Ah, you feel too good."

His fist tightens in my hair as he pushes inside me as far as possible and holds, crowding against me and shoving my shoulder against the counter. I swear I can feel it as he pulses inside me, coming.

I open my eyes in time to watch Shane–who must have been discreetly jerking this whole time–come all over his own hand and chest.

What. The. Hell.