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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