Buying Time

It’s a hundred dollars to use the sex machine in the public restroom.

Insert a couple of fifty-dollar coins into the payment slot to remain

anonymous, though of course it’s more convenient to just let the data

terminal do a neural scan and auto-debit your account.

A hundred bucks buys ten minutes. Upon payment approval, the mirror

slides back, revealing an oval opening. Depending on the option chosen,

the window gives access to either bare buttocks or an erect penis. That

leaves the customer the choice of either penetrating or being penetrated.

I’m pretty conventional in my preferences, so I usually choose

BUTTOCKS-FEMALE, and, depending on my mood at the moment, insert my

hard flesh either into the exposed pussy or asshole. Every once in

a while, I get an itch deep inside my gut and touch the selector for

PENIS-(LARGE). Then I give in to my deepest, darkest desires and scratch

that damn itch by easing myself down on a hard cock.

There’s also the BUTTOCKS-MALE option for those preferring to fuck

male ass. I’ve indulged in that often enough, but still find little

difference between the sensation of being inside a male or a female

ass. Real connoisseurs, though, claim that plundering a man’s ass is the

caviar of sex. Active-penetrative sex, anyway. That’s probably somewhat

of an exaggeration.

I stepped onto the Mu-metal platform and fed the last of my carefully

hoarded spare change into the slot. I prefer the anonymity that cold,

hard cash gives, and anyhow my e-bucks account has been flatlining

lately. Being jobless does have its disadvantages.

The autosensing hydraulics adjusted my elevation to optimal height

opposite the service window. This puts the customer’s groin (or ass)

directly opposite the the opening. What would I choose this time?

Well, why not? Since I was now flat broke, I might as well have caviar.

I stroked the keypad and the window gave me access to a perfect ass.

Slowly, reluctantly I withdrew out of that buttery-smooth, pleasure-giving

orifice. Caviar indeed! I was still horny and ready for another go,

but my time was up. And I had other concerns. Such as where my next meal

would come from and where I was going to sleep tonight. I girded my loins,

drew on my breathing mask, and steeled myself to step out into the cold,

heartless night.

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