Technoerotic: chapter II: The Poetry of slavery. - Sex Stories

Technoerotic: chapter II: The Poetry of slavery.

Down Street district The lower part of the town which once was refined but today turning into disrepair. For a place to spend a couple of days she choosed a small hotel, expensive but not so ugly as most buildings in this ruined district. But she did not care about expences anymore, in the end Futanari payed for all. It was an strange wish, but she met more eccentric customers (androids called them users). The room she was in was spacious but dark and sultry. Without holograms, artificial intelligence and goodies. On its western wall were two antique (twentieth century) windows with large, plastic frames. In the center of the room was a table made by real artificial wood. A built in three door wall cupboard with mirror occupied the north wall, a bed and a cupboard at this bed stood at the south. The bedside cabinet was decorated with small, grotesque little devils with large, protruding penises.Aiko increased the image twentyfold paying attention to the small holes in the texture of the furniture. They were thoroughly riddled by bark beetles. The bed proved comfortable, perhaps even more convenient than some of the beds in this type of tabernacles she was using before. The Botess using remote control, revealed thick curtains, and window opened wide. On front of her spread out dreamy view, the last rays of the sun trying to break through the smog and heavy clouds. The wind was blowing in warmly, passing by her tits and caressed her sensitive nipples. She felt it on her whole ...

... skin. In this district even on the the warmest days the sky couldn't be seen. Not like in the sunny top districts high above the clouds of pollution.The room was on the 10th floor above the street which was passed by cars from time to time. Resembled those rays of the sun in the sky.They moved slowly looking like trying to break through the thick contaminated atmosphere. It was impossible for them to move faster because of the narrowness of the street and the crowd of bored people walking slowly through it. Aiko walked naked around the apartment , wasn't afraid of voyeurs. She did it in some sort of &#034nervous&#034 mood. Her fleshy ass and hips danced swaying to the right, then to the left. Analyzed data collected from previous user. She looked at herself, people couldn't understand it. She was not quite sure if her previous meeting was perfectly executed. With facial movements, pressure and the tone of lover's voice she calculated that this thesis was correct about 85.5%. She improved her previous financial record by 10,05%. The constant calculations were a small advantage of being a robot. Dealt with them all the time calculation, probability, mathematics and geometry. It was her strange robotic fetish. Futanari has been catalogued and entered the register of former active users. Bots catalogued the customers under fake nicks. They did not store the information of personal data or record the meetings. Corporate security considerations - One might use such information with ...