Brisket: A story reclaimed from the internet Futa/male Femdom

Story by Fishbat

I did not write this, it was written by Sol Oliver

I remembered this story earlier, and tried to find it, but it seems to be out. Tried for a bit and the only way I could get to read it was the wayback machine, which is... Spotty at best. Anways, here it is.

Brisket by Sol Oliver

"Hi! I'm Brisket!"

The too-perfect beautiful woman stood at the front door of George

Latrell's executive hotel suite. Clad in a short black maid's dress, she

handed him an envelope. George didn't need to read it to know why Brisket

was at his temporary home. He read it anyway and returned his attention to

Brisket, who had stood smiling silently as he examined the papers.

"So, my wife actually let me have you, huh?" said George. The woman

froze as he spoke and then tossed her long blonde hair slightly before

speaking.

"I have been sent by the Candrex Android Corporation per instructions of

Mrs. Donna Latrell to perform household maintenance functions in

accordance with..."

"I understand why you're here, thank you," said George, cutting her off.

The android woman froze briefly and then returned to her previous docile,

smiling pose. The last time he had spoken with his wife, she had nixed the

idea of letting him have this particular Robotic Assistant, and told him

she would arrange for something less racy. His wife, Donna, became jealous

easily, and couldn't bear the thought of George sleeping with another

woman, even if it was an android. And she had reason to be suspicious of

him. They had nearly divorced the year before ("if you even think about

sex with another woman, we're through!"), when his job sent him out of town

for four months. She caught him during a surprise visit, and he was forced

to confess not only that affair but two others in their ten years of

marriage. It wasn't that George didn't love his wife; he adored her.

Instead, it was his inability to control his lust for more than a few

weeks.

Maybe that's why Donna decided to send the android after all. If he was

going to fool around, maybe she figured it wouldn't be as bad if it was

with a robot. George had never had sex with a robot before, and in truth

the idea didn't really appeal to him. He selected this particular model as

much because it was the latest and most sought-after as anything else. Not

that he wasn't curious.

"Please come in," George said to Brisket.

"Thank you, Mr. Latrell," said the android as she walked to the center

of the living room. She moved more like a real woman than any previous

model, but it was still easy to tell that she was robotic. Her movements

were a little too deliberate, in part because she weighed twice as much as

a flesh-and-blood woman. Just like the showroom model, she stood exactly

five-foot ten-inches high, with size 38D breasts, thin waist, and

accomodating hips. Unlike a real woman, she stood perfectly still and

stared into space.

"Can you fidget, please?" asked George. This was one of the more

advanced features of the Excella model.

"It would be my pleasure," said Brisket, whose body visibly relaxed.

George watched her in fascination for two minutes as she stood in the

center of the room, shifting her weight now and then, occasionally picking

at invisible fuzz on her arm. George walked up to her to have a closer

look.

Brisket's skin looked fairly life-like, complete with small hairs. She

was also lightly perfumed, and gave off a slight warmth. George walked

around behind her, examining her back and ass. Even under the skirt he

could see how round and firm her ass was, and he was starting to feel a bit

aroused.

"Brisket, have any of your functions been disabled?"

The android turned to face him. As she did, George couldn't help

staring down her dress at her generous, pert breasts. She looked him in

the eyes, smiling. Did she know what was on his mind? It seemed like it.

"No, sir," replied the android. "I am fully operational, and equipped

with enhanced abilities per Mrs. Latrell's instructions."

Enhanced abilities? George remembered that the Excella could be

programmed with specific information and abilities. Donna must have gone

the extra mile and had her programmed with extras. He decided to put his

theory to a test.

"Brisket, make me a gin and tonic," said George.

"My pleasure, sir," said the robotic woman sweetly. Heading directly

for the well-stocked bar, she quickly picked out his preferred gin and

mixer and prepared the drink exactly as Donna would have. She even put a

cherry on top, an unusual touch that George liked. She handed the drink to

him and he tasted it.

"Excellent. Excellent!" said George, patting Brisket on the head like

she was a dog who had just brought him his slippers. She smiled brightly

at his compliment. Her "pleasure", if a robot really felt it, also

registered under her dress. George could see that Brisket's nipples were

quite hard now. Did Donna actually want him to have sex with

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