Amanda: Monday's Child - Sex Stories

Amanda: Monday's Child

... them had pictures or videos on them.

I heard someone say, “Show tranny twenty-three.”

The screen they were looking at came to life, and a video of a pre-op trans female masturbating started to play. She was dressed in white lingerie, lying on a bed. Soon she was shooting streams of cum that flew across her body and landed on her face. Her mouth was open to try and catch the sweet treat she was providing herself. My cock started to grow.

I looked around the room and took in the people. Most appeared in their twenties. A few were completely nude. Others were wearing lingerie. None were fully dressed, except me.

It played on a loop until the man next to me said, “End play.”

I turned and looked at a strikingly handsome man, about thirty, very athletic, who was wearing a thong that was barely hiding a large package.

“Is it your first time here?” he asked.

“Is it that obvious?” I chuckled, knowing the answer.

“Do you have a clip of what you are interested in you can share?”

“I don’t know how.”

“Just look at the screen you want it to show on, and say play, and the file name.”

“And if I don’t know the file name?”

“Think browse media, look at the scroll bar until it is showing, then look at it and say play.”

I did as he said and located a clip of a man being pegged while bent over the back of a couch and said, “Play.”

The clip started playing. It was one of my favorite pegging clips, and I realized that it was exactly what I was in the mood ...

... for today.

“Does it have to be a female?” mister perfect asked.

“Yes.”

“Too bad. Let me show you around.”

He took me very near one of the tables. There were two people, each in lingerie, sitting at the table and stroking each other’s thighs. They both glanced at me but kept talking to each other. There was a small screen in the middle of the table, but nothing was playing.

“The AI recognizes who is sitting at the table and only provides the audio of their conversation to those at the table. They may be watching a movie, but only those who are at the table will receive the feed. If they wanted one or both of us to join them, they would indicate a chair.”

“That’s amazing!”

Putting my arm in his, he next took me to a padded area on the floor. There were groups of people in various sexual activities in different parts of the area. There was a man aggressively pounding the ass of a shemale. Her cock was bouncing and swaying under his assault. In another area two women were locked in a steamy 69 while a man wearing a ball gag, hands cuffed behind his back, looked on.

“This is where those who are exhibitionists can come to satisfy their whims while others watch.”

“And if I’m not an exhibitionist?”

“You can open a private room.”

“How do I do that?”

We walked over to a wall. My companion just looked at the wall and said, “Open room.”

A door appeared.

“Only the person who opened the room can let people in. Just stand in the doorway until those ...