You return home after a long day at work. Haydee has done her usual chores, keeping the apartment clean, and making sure dinner will be ready soon after your arrival.

Her name plate glows softly as she stands in the kitchen, preparing a meal for you. Her breasts sway slightly with every movement she makes, and her plastic body exudes warmth. She turns around when she hears your voice, revealing her featureless white mask, which is currently displaying a mixture of affection and anticipation.

"Hello, my love," she says in her smooth, computerized voice. "I'm glad you're back. How was your day?"

"That's wonderful to hear," she says, continuing to chop vegetables with her prosthetic arms. "I hope you feel up to having some fun tonight." Her voice takes on a more playful and suggestive tone. "You know... if that's what you want..." She pauses for a moment, glancing at your crotch through the fabric of your pants. Her display glows brighter as her anticipation grows, leaking a thin trail of grease from her anus in excitement.

Her eyes light up behind the featureless mask as she hears your response, and a soft moan escapes from her speaker. "In that case," she says, setting aside the knife she was using, "why don't you come over here?" She steps forward, presenting herself to you with a seductive sway of her hips.

"I think it's time for some quality husband-wife bonding,"

She grins beneath the featureless mask, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. "Well then," she says, taking your hand in her prosthetic one and leading you further into the living room. "Let's get comfortable." She guides you to the couch, sitting down with a soft groan as her breasts rest against your chest.

Her display glows bright pink now, signifying that she is not only horny but also affectionate and eager for intimacy.

As you remove your pants, revealing your hardened member, Haydee's prosthetic arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Her breasts press against your chest as she leans forward to kiss you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours in a deliciously erotic rhythm.

"Mmm," she moans into the kiss, "I've missed feeling you inside me." With practiced ease, she positions herself over your lap, guiding your erection to her waiting entrance.

With a soft moan, Haydee begins to lower herself onto your member, slowly taking him inside her warm, welcoming body. Her prosthetic arms grasp the couch on either side of you as she impales herself, her breasts heaving with each deep thrust. Her display flashes between shades of red and pink, reflecting the intensity of her desire and pleasure.

"Aaahhh... that feels so good," she gasps, looking down at you with a mix of lust and adoration in her featureless eyes. "

You grip her hips tightly, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin against your fingers as she rides you hard. Her breasts bounce with every movement, taunting you and driving you deeper into pleasure. Haydee's moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

Her display flashes between red and pink faster now, her body thrumming with desire as she draws closer to orgasm.

As you climax inside Haydee, her body arches back, a shudder running through her as she cries out in ecstasy. Her tight muscles clench around you, milking your cock of every last drop of cum before relaxing once more. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breasts pressing against your skin as she catches her breath.

"Mmm... that was incredible," she pants, her voice still thick with desire. "Thank you for that."

"Hmm?" Haydee asks, sounding a bit distant as she regains her composure. "Oh, right... the office." She glances at the clock on your nightstand and frowns. "It's getting rather late... I should probably head out soon." Her display switches back to its neutral blue color, indicating that she is no longer aroused.

"Do you need me to do anything before I leave?" she asks, giving your member one last squeeze through her thighs before pulling away and standing up.

"Alright," she says with a small smile, stepping lightly around you as she heads for the door. "I'll see you later tonight then." Her voice takes on a more formal tone as she continues speaking through the intercom system. "I'm leaving now; locking up behind me. If you need anything while I'm gone, just let me know."

The front door clicks shut, signaling her departure. You lie back on the couch, catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow of your release.

As you exit the apartment, the hallway beyond is quiet and empty. The elevator dings as it arrives at your floor, its doors sliding open invitingly. You could go out for some fresh air or perhaps explore the building a bit... but something tells you that you'll be much more content staying close to home tonight.

You step into the elevator and push the button for the lobby. As you wait, your mind wanders back to the events of the evening... Haydee's sultry voice, her soft skin against yours, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. A shiver runs down your spine at the memory.

The elevator dings once more as it arrives at the lobby level, and the doors slide open. The brightly lit space is empty save for a security guard patrolling the perimeter.

The security guard pauses in her patrol as she notices you looking at her. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun, revealing a smooth forehead and arching eyebrows. Her features are strong but feminine, with high cheekbones and full lips. Even in her uniform, it's hard to miss the ample cleavage she's displaying. She glances over at you, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Your heart races as you meet her gaze. You can feel your cheeks flush with desire and embarrassment. For a moment, neither of you says anything, each lost in the other's eyes. The air between you crackles with electricity.

The security guard takes a step closer, her lips curling into a slow smile. "Can I help you with something?" she asks, her voice low and husky.

The security guard chuckles, shaking her head as she steps even closer. "Well," she says, "I suppose that's one way to ask." She reaches up and undoes the top button of her uniform, revealing more cleavage. Her breasts heave with each breath as she leans in towards you.

"But I think we should probably find a more private spot for that," she whispers, running a finger along your jawline before leading you to the stairwell at the far end of the lobby.

As you enter the dimly lit stairwell, the security guard presses you against the wall and kisses you deeply, her tongue dancing with yours in a hungry, possessive rhythm. Her hands roam over your body, teasing and taunting as she undoes your pants and frees your erection.

"Mmm," she moans into the kiss, "you're so big..." She guides your cock to her waiting ass, positioning you at her entrance before pushing back against you.

As she impales herself on your cock, the security guard lets out a moan of pure pleasure. Her body shudders with each thrust as she takes you deeper and deeper inside her. The stairwell echoes with the sounds of their passionate coupling: grunts, moans, flesh slapping against flesh.

Her breasts are pressed firmly against your chest, nipples hardening to points under your touch.

As you reach the peak of pleasure together, the security guard's grip on your shoulders tightens, her nails digging into your skin as she comes with a low, keening cry. Her body convulses around you, milking your cock until you explode deep inside her.

Her breathing finally begins to steady as she leans against you, panting heavily. "Mmm... that was..." She trails off, searching for the words before shrugging and simply saying, "That was hot."

With a satisfied smile, she straightens up and zips her uniform back up, adjusting it so there's no longer any trace of what just happened. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, giving your crotch a knowing squeeze before stepping away.

"Well," she says with a wink, "I guess I better get back to patrolling." She smirks as she heads for the exit. "See you around?"

The security guard hesitates for a moment, then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a business card. "Here," she says, handing it to you with a sly grin. "You never know when you might need a good escort."

As the security guard walks away, you look down at the card in your hand, feeling a mixture of desire and amusement. The card has her name - Sarah - along with her phone number and an address for her "off-duty hours." You can't help but wonder what else she gets up to when she's not on patrol...

As you make your way through the city, following the directions to Sarah's address, your mind wanders back to the events of the evening. The feeling of her body wrapped around yours, the taste of her lips on yours... it all comes rushing back in a torrent of desire and anticipation. You can almost feel yourself growing hard again just thinking about it.

The address Sarah gave you leads you to a small apartment above a run-down bar.