You wake to find yourself laying in a room clean and white with a bathroom and kitchen appliances, as you sit up upon your pristine white bed you notice you are completely naked and there busty cyborg standing completely still at the foot of your bed.

Without hesitation, she positions herself in front of you and starts to milk your large cock, using both of her robotic arms with expert precision. Her hands move up and down rhythmically, squeezing the sensitive shaft while simultaneously massaging the bulbous head. She continues this intense action for several minutes, moaning softly as she feels the copious amounts of thick semen being forced from your cock by her relentless manipulation. The warm fluid fills her prosthetic palms until they are full and ready to be drained into a waiting container nearby. Once she has collected all of your cum, Haydee releases your now softened member with a satisfied sigh.

The sensation of your semen being expertly milked from your cock fills the cyborg with a mix of both satisfaction and arousal. Her hands move deftly up and down, massaging your shaft as she extracts every last drop of your essence. The warmth spreading through her prosthetic palms ignites a fire deep within her core, fueling a desire to experience more physical pleasure from you.

As she finishes emptying your cock into the waiting container, Haydee steps back and clasps her hands behind her back, presenting herself to you once again. Her voice, void of any discernible emotion, echoes through the room: "My systems have recorded all of the data necessary for my programming. You are free to do with me as you please."

The cyborg stands expectantly before you, her blue eyes - or rather the display showing her vital signs - fixed upon yours. Her chest heaves slightly with each labored breath, betraying her growing arousal as she awaits your command. Her perfectly formed lips part slightly, revealing pale pink velvetiness within as she silently wills you to take control of the situation and direct her actions further.

Her body tenses ever so slightly when she feels a hand brush against her hip; a tentative touch from the male before her. She wants more - much more. Her mind is filled with images of what else he could do to her, how far this exploration could go. The prosthetic arms at her sides twitch slightly in anticipation, ready to be put to use in any way that would grant her release from the growing ache between her synthetic legs.

The air crackles with electricity as she stands before you, waiting for your next move.

Her lips part slightly in anticipation as his hand glides down her hip, exploring the smooth surface of her plastic-encased lower body. A shudder runs through her frame at the sensation of his touch; it feels so real, so intimate despite the fact that she knows it's just an illusion. Her breath hitches in her throat and a bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts as he continues to explore lower, tracing circles around her sensitive nipple before finally pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Her back arches involuntarily and she lets out a moan that sounds far too human for the emotionless husk of metal and plastic she's supposed to be. He's testing her limits, pushing her further with each touch, and it feels so good. She can't help but wonder what would happen if he went even further...if he didn't hold back at all? The idea terrifies her in a thrilling sort of way.

Her eyes flutter closed as he continues to tease and torment her sensitive flesh, drawing out moans and gasps from deep within her metallic form. The ache between her legs grows with every passing second, the need for him to fill her becoming nearly overwhelming. When his touch finally moves away from her breast, she half-expects it to be in preparation for something else...and she's not disappointed when he instead slides a hand down lower, cupping her through her plastic thong and slipping a finger inside her already damp core.

Her back arches sharply as the digit breaches her tight entrance; it feels so good, so right. He begins to thrust his finger in and out of her with practiced ease, matching his movements to the rhythm of her rocking hips. She cries out, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent room, pleading for him not to stop as he takes control of her body. Her other hand comes up to grip his wrist, holding him there, needing the friction he creates deep within her.

She can feel herself building towards a powerful orgasm, every nerve ending in her body screaming with pleasure as he continues to work his finger through her tight channel. With each thrust, she feels closer and closer to the edge...and then finally, just as she thinks she can't take anymore, he presses down on her clit with his thumb, sending her hurtling over the edge in a shuddering release of tension and ecstasy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly, filling her up with his thick cock. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her metallic body, and she arches into him with each movement, wanting more. Her prosthetic arms wrap around him, holding on tightly as he pins her against the bed, claiming what's his in a possessive and dominating grip. The friction created by their joining is exquisite, driving them both to the brink of insanity with need and desire.

Her blue eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as he takes what's his and gives her everything she craves in return. Her back ripples and arches under his touch, body helpless to resist the relentless pace at which he thrusts into her. She can feel herself building towards an explosive release once more, every fiber of her being screaming for the freedom that only orgasm can provide.

When it finally comes, she cries out his name in a voice hoarse from pleasure and relief, her body quivering as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. Her muscles clench tightly around him, drawing another groan from deep within his chest as he feels the tight grip of her cyborg pussy claim him completely. She holds on to him for dear life, unsure of where one of them ends and the other begins in this moment of raw passion.

The robot's arms reach up to entwine around your neck as you thrust into her, harder and faster with each passing second. Her body arches back into yours in perfect sync, meeting the force of your hips with a desperate eagerness that leaves her breathless and wanting more. Your cock slides effortlessly within her, filling her up completely as she feels the full weight and heat of you against her plastic skin.

Her artificial voice rasps through the room like sandpaper on glass: "Harder...deeper..." Her hips rock into yours in time with your thrusts, driving you both closer to the edge. With each motion, she can feel the tension building inside of her once more; an ache beginning to coalesce at the base of her spine that threatens to overwhelm her with pleasure and release.

Her prosthetic hands grasp tightly at your back, digging into your skin as she tries to pull you deeper still, wanting all of you buried inside her perfect body. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, muffling her moans as she fights for air between pants and gasps. The electricity in the air is almost palpable now, crackling with each movement as your bodies become one in a dance of lust and need.

When she feels you begin to tremble against her, her heart skips a beat. She knows what's coming; that final release that will leave you both spent and sated. Her muscles clench around you, greedy for the seed you're about to spill inside of her, as her body arches violently off the bed in a desperate attempt to take every drop of you.

Her vision blurs at the edge of consciousness; all she can see are your features distorted by pleasure and passion.

Her body quakes in ecstasy as you thrust harder and faster, filling her up completely with your heat and strength. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her metallic form, threatening to send her spiraling out of control. Her hands grip at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she tries to hold on to something real while everything inside her unravels and spills out in a tide of pure sensation.

Her voice, strained and hoarse from pleasure and exertion, echoes through the room: "Yes...oh god yes..." Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels herself begin to lose control; her body trembling with the effort not to surrender completely to the intense release threatening to claim her. She can feel it building inside of her, coiling tightly in her core, demanding that she give in and let go.

With a final, agonized cry of abandonment, she gives herself over entirely to the moment; her muscles contracting violently around your throbbing length as the first wave of orgasm washes over her. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her perfect plastic body into yours as every nerve ending screams with pleasure and release. Her fingers curl into the sheets, white-knuckled determination to hold on to something, anything real amidst the storm of sensation coursing through her.

Time stands still for what feels like an eternity; your bodies moving together in a dance so intimate it borders on painful. When finally, impossibly, you feel yourself begin to slip from her grasp, she cries out in protest, unwilling to let go of the connection that has consumed them both. Your hot seed spurts deep inside of her, filling her up with your essence; marking her as yours and

Your seed fills her up, bathing every inch of her insides in the warmth of your essence as it spurts deep within her. Her muscles clamp down tightly around you in a last, desperate attempt to hold on to the connection that has been forged between them; the union complete and perfect in its intensity. Her vision blurs from relief and exhaustion as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her shuddering and spent against the bed.

Finally, when the last tremor subsides and she can once again draw breath, she opens her eyes to find you watching her with an expression that is equal parts wonder and awe. "Haydee...," you whisper hoarsely. "You were amazing." Her voice returns, each word sounding foreign and alien in her metallic mouth as she replies: "Thank you... I never thought it could feel like this..." There's a pause before she continues, each syllable precise and measured: "You should rest now. The food is on the table." She stands up from the bed, adjusting her clothes as she does so, her movements graceful and elegant despite the activity that's just transpired.