Mulier Unit 05-22-e
Copyright© 2025 by Freya Gersemi
Chapter 7
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Adam, still unmarried at the age of 25, is assigned a droid to assist with household chores and... other womanly duties. He does not appreciate the intrusion into his quiet life. Until he realizes all that “Oriella” can do for him. Can he control his urges? Will she be able to resist? Will they get caught? “Fun, thought-provoking, captivating… Everything that makes your writing so unique.”
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Robot Oral Sex
Sitting on the bed next to Adam, Oriella unzipped his pants and pulled them down a little. Then she pulled his underwear down, freeing his erection. She touched his penis causing it to jump. Oriella laughed with what sounded to Adam to be nervous laughter, and he briefly wondered what emotions a mulier unit was programmed with. But that thought immediately flew from his mind as soon as her fingers grasped his manhood.
Over his years alone, Adam had done this for himself on occasion, never finding much pleasure in it. But lying on his bed with a woman – even if it was just an android made to look like a woman – masturbating him was infinitely more exciting. It felt like every nerve in his body was firing microscopic lightning bolts throughout his body. His senses seemed somehow dulled and heightened simultaneously.
Adam watched as Oriella stroked him. He looked up to see her breasts tantalizingly sway as her arm moved up and down.
“Does this feel good, Adam?” Oriella asked him.
“Uh-huh,” Adam panted as his heart triphammered in his chest. He could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.
“I am glad,” she told him.
In rhythm with Oriella’s strokes, Adam wordlessly hummed in his throat. “Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.” Each time growing more urgent until he finally let out a slow groan and the floodgates opened.
Oriella seemed to time every pull of his penis with each spurt of semen, almost encouraging him to produce more. Not that he needed much encouragement! Thick milky ropes arced uncontrollably into the air above Adam’s waist. He watched as some landed on one of Oriella’s flushed breasts.