Hernita walked down the stairs and secretly fantasized about the robot violating her and using her body. Her hand drifted towards her waistline and began to slip down the front of her jeans. She closed her eyes, thinking about the powerful sex machine as her hands began to explore freely.
She felt a warm sensation against the back of her neck, turning around Hernita found herself face to face with the sex robot. Hot exhaust from it’s ventilation posts caressed her skin. It’s strong hands grasped her waist.
Suddenly the machine ripped Hernita’s jeans off and swung her around. With a firm grip it bent her over across the washing machine.
From a speaker embedded within the machine’s chest came a gravely statement: “Engaging pelvic thrusters.” Hernita Squealed as she heard it. A cold and metallic phallus slid across her labia. She shuddered as it worked it’s way inside her.
“Commencing slow thrust.”
Hernita felt the robots hands change positions. One grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while the other gripped her waist. With a mechanical precision the robot began to rhythmically thrust. Hernita gasped as the machine's nine inch member stretched her out. She could never go back to Randall after this. The robot continued with it’s powerful thrusts as Hernita began to let out a soft moan.