"Sally, come in here!"

Mr. Merzer's voice was loud, harsh and unnaturally tinny, and Sally rose from her desk with a start, pausing only to place her half-finished mug of coffee securely away from the edge of the table before hurrying into her boss' room. The curvaceous brunette had a desk just outside her boss' office, but he did not usually call for her like this; normally, he preferred to use the intercom, or to step out and talk to her directly. A small part of her imagined that he liked looking at her - with her bushy, brown hair, bright eyes and generous chest always snugly wrought in a tight-fitting blouse or sweater. Only, androids didn't really have sex drives, did they? It seemed academic to Sally; today had been perfectly ordinary up 'till now, and he had already come out to ogle her more than a few times during the day, until now, when it was 4pm and everyone else had gone home. An otherwise typical Friday, except... well, except that now he was yelling for her, in a voice that was both unusually unpleasant and very, very loud.

Sally walked as fast as she could to the door, and threw it open. To her consternation, she found her employer standing with his back pressed against the wall, the synthetic muscles in his jaw creaking and working aggressively as if he were grinding his teeth. The moment Sally entered the room, Mr. Merzer's eyes fixated on her, and his left arm came up in a spasmodic salute before hammering loudly back against the giant glass wall behind him.

"Sally!"

The android's yell was almost painfully loud, and Sally flinched a little as she took a step forward. She had seen Mr. Merzer distraught before, angry, even furious, but she had never seen this. This-- unnatural behavior. This malfunction.

"Sally!"

"I'm here, Mr. Merzer..!"

Frowning, Sally took another step forward and held out her hand, almost as if trying to ward off his malfunction. The android craned his neck dangerously, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and made a braying sound as if of a dying sheep. Then his head snapped back into place, and he bellowed once more.

"Sally! Get-- Get in here! Sal-- S. Sally!"

He's glitching! The revelation came to Sally like a flash of light; she had heard of it, when androids went haywire due to some internal misfiring of electric currents. Like a neurological mishap, only far more devastating-- and also far more easily solved. Or, so she had heard. Sally had never worked very much with androids before, and working as Mr. Merzer's secretary had been her first real job after college, so this was the first she had ever been to working face-to-face with a non-human before. All the more pressure for her to perform now; knowing Mr. Merzer, he would not appreciate her running away to get help rather than try and fix the problem herself. Mr. Merzer was a man of action - the sooner, the better - and he had often lectured Sally on her timid nature, her slow and measured responses, her cautious approach. Now, watching the synthetic person spasm and twitch, Sally felt a pang of resolution mix with her fear and pity. She would fix this.

Of course, fixing a machine is one thing. Fixing a living, thinking machine is another. Much like a person trying to psych themselves up to perform open heart surgery without any prior training, Sally tried to muster up as much courage as she could while she carefully approached the malfunctioning body of her boss. He seemed wholly unaware of her now, and his voice had reduced to a low, monotonous groan deep in his simulated throat. He did not react when Sally came up to stand right before him, nor did he respond when she reached out and touched his shoulder gently.

"Mr. Merzer. Please. I want to help. What-- what can I do?"

The android sputtered a pained whine, but did nothing else. His back remained firmly pressed against the glass, which was now all that kept him from falling the eight stories down to the street below. In his suit and tie, he looked like a grotesque parody of a Wall Street stock broker contemplating taking the big dive after a failed investment, but Sally had little time to contemplate that. Realizing that she was unlikely to garner any useful advice from the ailing robot, she instead turned to his desk. There had to be a manual, an instruction book, something..!

What she found was a pamphlet bearing the name OmTronic MicroSonics, which depicted a group of androids beaming happily at the reader. Near the bottom was a phone number labeled 'technical support'. Flustered, Sally picked out her phone, dialed the number and let it ring.

One ring. Two. The tone howled in her ear while Mr. Merzer croaked a semi-coherent "Sa-llee" behind her. Finally, an automated voice spoke through the phone.

"Thank you for calling OmTronic Industries technical support hot line. We are unfortunately unable to answer your call due to unforeseen financial difficulties and the legal ramifications thereof, but we direct you instead to our website, w-w-w-dot-omtronic-transnational-limited-dot-co-dot-uk-dot-com. There, you will find answers to your technical queries, manuals for proper use, care and handling of your OmTronic product, and--"

Sally cut off the phone, feeling her frustration grow. Anxiously, she ran out into the hall to where her own desk was located, and navigated to the unwieldy site. Immediately, she was greeted with a message board of complaints, anger and despair, and it took her the better part of five minutes to navigate to the section detailing with "glitches, crashes and other sub-optimal behavior". A series of diagrams followed. Sally peered at them, her eyes going narrow, then growing wide.

"No..." she muttered, but a crashing sound from the next room made her reconsider her actions. It sounded as if Mr. Merzer's issues were getting worse; the groan had turned into a full-bodied, electronic moan of discomfort, while his fingers scrabbled, claw-like, against the glass.

Sally ran up to her boss, and looked at him with a mix of pity, nervousness and a great deal of trepidation. What she was about to do was not exactly professional. And given that she had only been with the firm for four months...

"Please forgive me for this, Sir." Her voice was low and tinged with embarrassment as she kneeled in front of Merzer's convulsing body. "It's-- it's for your own good." Her fingers traced up and found the buckle of the android's trousers, and after unbuckling it she undid the pants themselves and pulled them down. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect to find within the confines of the synthetic man's underwear. A perfunctory organ for waste elimination, perhaps. A smooth surface like that of a Ken doll. Something, anything-- just not what she found.

It collided with her face like a meaty baton, the synthetic flesh as warm and throbbing as any real cock. Sally gasped in horror as the girthy fuck-pole literally slapped her across the nose with a sound that she felt must have reverberated around the entire room. Warm, thick, and with the veins to rival the real deal, it had a faint scent of cloth, and a faint scent of salt - something which surprised Sally, even as she struggled not to scream. It was not the presence of it as much as the surprise of it that frightened her; after a few seconds, in which nothing much happened except the thing pulsed spasmodically in front of her face, Sally swallowed a deep breath and centered herself. She had to do this. She had to..!

Carefully, the busty brunette stuck a finger in her mouth, allowing it to soak the clinging wetness of her spit, before reaching it around Merzer's back and wiggling it slowly between his taut cheeks. The android made a strained sound, but whether of reluctance or something else entirely, Sally couldn't tell. However, the long, thick android cock did throb particularly hard as her wet fingertip found the entrance of his ass, and a pearly drop of clear, white fluid emerged from the tip of his massive synth-cock. Carefully, Sally swallowed a mouthful of nervous spit and tried to ignore the big member practically rubbing itself against her face while she made an effort to navigate her digit into the impossibly tight confines of the robot's posterior. One firm push, without result. Another, and another--

'If the reset button proves difficult to access, you can re-rout the body's natural processing heuristics by abusing a kink in the sensation-network. Just induce some sort of emotion - pleasure, pain, tickling - and the natural barrier should give way.'

Sally recalled the words from the tutorial on the computer; it had been a freelance synth engineer who had written it, someone unaffiliated with the company but apparently knowledgeable about androids. A random nobody who had taken his time to sit down and write an answer for whomever might need it, since the company themselves apparently had no interest in helping. Sally tried to recall the username, but failed; it was hard to remember much of anything in her current situation, especially because Mr. Merzer had begun growling like a dying modem while tapping his curled fists against the glass window. Sally was thankful that they were high enough up that no one could feasibly see them - although if they could, what would they see? A CEO of a company mooning the world? Or maybe a man leaned against a glass window with a curve brunette on her knees in front of him... well, it was a moot point. She had come this far, and it would be madness to stop now. Sally licked her lips, cursing herself for what was about to happen.

Then she wrapped her mouth around her android boss' cock.

The reaction was immediate; Merzer made a plaintive hoot, and Sally felt his hips rock forward as the synth-brain's pleasure heuristics took over. Feeling her finger slip from his elusive sphincter, the woman instead felt her mouth suddenly invaded by the very real, and very authentic, first few inches of Merzer's cock. She gagged, pulling instinctively back, but Merzer seemed, strangely, to have relaxed; no longer seizing and spasming, the handsome android cocked his hips back slightly, and delivered a small spurt of synthetic pre-cum onto Sally's tongue. It tasted salty, but surprisingly good - like the sort of spunk she had always read about in the dirty stories she used to masturbate with when she was younger. She swallowed studiously, surprised at how quickly this situation was becoming normalized, and pushed her finger back between his cheeks in an attempt to find his asshole.

Somebody, Sally grumbled silently to herself, had better be fired for this. And it had better not be me! She felt around for the telltale give of the tiny, wrinkled ring, while Mercer's cock continued to ooze a faint trickle of sticky-wet pre-cum between her lips. Slowly, Sally began to move her lips down the thick, veiny shaft, and she felt her boss shiver slightly as more and more of his synth-hood disappeared between her lips. It was, all things considered, little different from sucking on a real one; it even had that faint give of real flesh, the soft exterior coupled with the harder core. Sally felt him throb potently against her tongue, and it struck her that there must be the simulation of a heartbeat to power this response; some tiny pump set specifically to provide the pulsing sensation of life within the tumescent shaft. For some reason, it made her stomach flutter slightly. Did all androids come with this sort of thing? Or was Merzer special - the kind of man who would spend thousands of dollars on a cock just to have it be as real as possible?

She had no idea. But as she kept suckling and nursing the fat cock between her lips, she felt the resistance of his sphincter give, until she suddenly found it pressing around her first knuckle. More and more, her finger sank into the malleable flesh of Merzer's hole, and she felt him twitch in response against the roof of her mouth, his cock drooling and leaking more of the surprisingly delicious pre-cum which she kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. Sally closed her eyes and tried to remember the diagrams she had read. The warm, twitching synth-cock in her mouth made focusing difficult, but she thought she could sense the contours of the android's insides, and as she pressed her finger deeper in, she angled it forwards, towards his belly, where the diagram had said that the reset button would be.

She felt something hard. She pressed it.

Nothing happened. The cock twitched in her mouth. The pre-cum trickled down her throat, aided by her own spit. Mr. Merzer's anguished groans continued, but now they had begun to sound slightly different. Less pained. More... guttural?

A hand came down and grasped Sally's head, and the felt the android's hips shift forward slightly, pushing the sizeable head against the opening of her throat. Surprised, she looked up and saw Mr. Merzer with his eyes closed, a look of bliss upon his face. He bucked his hips again, and Sally her her finger grind against the small, orb-like spot within his anus. Merzer's groan changed once more, to a deep, rumbling growl, and Sally felt her throat stretch uncomfortably around his cock as he pressed it forward, completely ignoring the limits of her body as his cock swelled and began to pump rhythmically. Once, twice, and then Sally realized that he was cumming straight down her throat, holding her head in a vice-like grip as he rode the wave of simulated sensation to its orgasmic peak. She could not taste it, could barely feel it except for a strange warmth spreading like a seed of fire in her belly, and then--

--and then he pulled back, and Sally gasped for air as jet after jet of white pseudo-spunk struck her face and neck. It painted her cheeks and her nose, and across her forehead into her hair. A few drops even spilled down the front of her shirt, until she looked like a veritable glazed donut. Finally, the massive android cock stopped its generous emission, and Sally fell back on her butt and elbows, completely taken aback by what had just happened. Meanwhile, Mr. Merzer opened his eyes and looked down at her with an unreadable expression.

"Sally..."

His voice sounded strange, as if the pitch was off, and a slightly scratchy timbre made him sound more like a synthetic being than Sally had ever heard him before. She could feel herself blush, halfway embarrassed and halfway angry at what had transpired. It had been... unprofessional, and frightening, and awkward-- and at the same time, Sally could not remember having ever been as turned on as she was now. It confused her, and Mr. Merzer's apparent lack of gratitude was rankling her more than the load of robot jizz on her face. She stared up at him, defiant though her face was caked in glossy white. Merzer frowned. Then, awkwardly, he smiled.

"Sally... thank you. I-- you saved my life."

Sally blinked. Slowly, she got back on her feet and used her already ruined shirt to wipe the cum from her face, All the meanwhile, Merzer looked at her with an awkward smile on his face, as if he was both embarrassed and a little proud at what he had done. Men, thought Sally, and tried to ignore the way her stomach sloshed slightly with every movement. Her shirt was soaked. So were her panties. At length, she managed to wipe the last of the glaze from her features, and turned her attention back to Mr. Merzer.

"I only did what I had to," she said, slightly mollified by his gratitude but similarly eager to underscore that she had not enjoyed it - even if she was lying to both of them.

"I know," Merzer said, and wiped a trembling hand through his perfect hair. "I've never had a malfunction like that. I think I would have shut down completely had you not been there. Fried. Gone."

He smiled again, more warmly this time, and walked over to his desk. From a drawer, he produced a check book, from which he tore a slip after scribbling intensely for a few seconds.

"Here," he murmured, blushing slightly. "For the shirt. And with my gratitude. Sincerely."

Sally stared that the check, trying to realize how many cheap H&M blouses like the one she was wearing she could buy for this amount. It was close to a three digit sum. She swallowed, tasting the aftermath of crisis and cum.

"Thank you. I-- I won't tell anyone. I swear. I know the board might not like it if they knew--"

Merzer frowned, nodded. "Yes. Thank you. I would appreciate it if this could stay between us. Oh, and Sally?"

She had already turned to leave, her hair mussed and caked with spunk. She stood in the doorway, with a questioning look on her face.

"Yes, Mr. Merzer?"

He smiled. "I-- really do mean it. Thank you. For.. all of it. And if you ever want to, ah.. repeat some of it...?"

Sally stared at him, tall, slender, well-dressed. He had done up his trousers, but she knew what was hidden inside. She smiled faintly. Shrugged. Nodded.

Mr. Merzer watched her leave. Then, leaning against the glass window, he closed his eyes, and focused on the after-image of the most powerful orgasm he had ever had in his life.