Message in a (Metaphorical) Bottle

"Fuck, whoever programmed you really knew what they were doing," I groan, feeling Lady Wakeford plant sucking kisses all over my balls and lathering spit all over them with her tongue. She moans in acknowledgement - although whether she understands the remark or even knows she responded is up in the air - and I blast the maid currently sucking on the head of my cock with enough precum to completely drench her face. She doesn't react beyond closing her eyes when the gout hits her, which would be a mood-killer if I didn't also feel a pair of breasts wrap around each of my biceps as another pair of maids sneak up on me and start grinding up against me from either side.

Another four move around in front of me and kneel behind the three currently working my cock, then I feel another three pairs of tits pressing against my back as I relax into the collective embrace of the last unaccounted-for maids. Lady Wakeford's ball-polishing skills are absolutely sublime, and when the next spurt of precum comes the maid in the firing line rises up a little on her knees so she can catch it across her huge tits. The unoccupied maids kneeling behind her immediately drag her away from me, one of their number replacing her as the other three lavish her chest with licks and kisses. I look over at Victoria, wondering what she's up to, and...

"Oh! Oh! Ah! OH!"

...see her going ass-to-ass with the Doctor using a girthy, double-ended purple dildo. Their asses collide with loud claps - made all the dirtier-sounding by the fluid from the pod, glistening on the Doctor's skin like a thick layer of body oil - and the fat wrapping each meaty set of glutes flattens and ripples with every impact. Were I a simping man, I'd wish for nothing more than to have my head in between them as they throw it back against one another - and even though I'm not, I'd be **** respect anyone with such a wish because damn, those asses are something else. As it is, I'm pleased to note that the Doctor seems to be winning; her ass is ever so slightly bigger, she's panting and moaning rather than squealing and yelping and her body isn't trembling in pleasure like Victoria's is.

I grunt as I fire off yet another jet of precum, and only now realise that this is already the... fifth maid I've soaked. Watching them go at it must have been more engrossing than I expected, I think to myself, time to make this side of the room a bit more interesting. "All you maids," I say sternly, "fuck each other while I plow your lady's throat." Having a direct order seems to dispel the 'brainless drone' routine as they begin to pair off or fall into a writhing tangle of fingers and tongues, moans of pleasure and murmured dirty talk now underlying the relentless CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP of the Doctor's and Victoria's asses. Speaking of, I think to myself as I push Lady Wakeford away from my balls and she - still kneeling - turns to face away from me. The Doctor is clearly coming out on top; Victoria is now properly face-down and ass-up, head resting on folded arms as she puts all her energy into raising her rear end up for the Doctor to batter into submission with her big, bouncy bubble butt.

The only real problem is that they're sporting the same vacant, blissed-out expressions I saw flitting across Lady Wakeford's face whenever she had a bit of cognitive dissonance.

Lady Wakeford sits her own ass down onto her heels, then leans back and arches her spine, presenting me with a clean shot all the way down her throat like she was hanging her head off the edge of a table. "Definitely well-programmed," I grin, stepping forward before plunging my cock forwards and down, spearing into her throat in one thrust. She lets out a soft glukh of surprise, then there's nothing she can do but swallow and groan around me as I lean down and grab her massive tits for leverage. #Valid preset audiovisual input detected,# the dull, mechanical tone of the machine suddenly sounds in my ears, #beginning pre-recorded playback.#

#Fuck, you're such a stud,# the voice in the recording, on the other hand, practically oozes out of the machine's hidden speakers, #such a perfect breeding bull.# Just hearing it - carefully free of any accent, but dripping with lust - is enough to spur me on even faster and harder, churning up waves of spit and throatslime past Lady Wakeford's plush lips as her throat constricts around my length. #I wish I could be there with you, sticking my tongue up your backdoor and being the sort of nasty slut you deserve to have within arm's reach all the time.# As if on cue - or, in this case, on a trigger - Lady Wakeford, the maids, the Doctor and Victoria all moan loudly as they're wracked by a shuddering, squirting orgasm. #I wish I could be watching in real time, stuffing my cunt and screaming your name!# I look down at Lady Wakeford at the deepest point of my thrust - her cunt visibly dripping, her chest heaving in my grasp, her face smothered under my heavy, spit-slick nuts - and a sudden urge seizes me.

With a grunt of effort, my balls clench and a tide of jizz rushes up the length of my cock. Lady Wakeford's belly bulges slightly with the volume of my first shot, then a little more as I fire my second while dragging my cock out of her throat. The third shot onwards blasts thick, gooey cum all over her face as she splays out her legs and falls all the way to the floor. The rest paint her white as the woman from the recording moans in approval. #Take her. Break her. Make her your slut,# she purrs in my ear, and I immediately know that she's not talking about the - thoroughly plastered - Lady Wakeford now writhing at my feet.

"Clean that up," I order the maids, and those who aren't too busy to hear me begin doing their best to lick, suck and otherwise remove my load from their lady and the floor around her. I stride over to the Doctor, reach down and drag her up to her feet by her hair. The long, thick dildo she's sharing with Victoria slips free from both of them and falls to the ground with a wet thud as I pull the Doctor over to the machine and slam her front-first into the closed front of the pod she recently left. "Yes, Sir, just a hot piece of ass," she gasps, and I nearly miss the spark of glee in her eyes as the words 'take her' thunder in my head and I grab a handful of her thick, meaty ass. Then I remember the second part of that exhortation and stop, blowing out a ragged breath through flaring nostrils.

"You know," I whisper in her ear, slowly easing my grip on her hair and ass, "that would be a lot more convincing if this thing hadn't told me that it needs to be calibrated by species. Don't worry though, whoever set this up is long gone." I can practically feel her frustration, but she can't make me follow through without admitting she's lost control of herself. She lets out a calming breath of her own, then pulls away to survey the sapphic orgy now developing as the maids and Lady Wakeford set about trying to plunder the last unswallowed dregs of my orgasm from each other's mouths. "Right," she sighs, "yeah..." She swallows, then schools her expression and tone back to her usual breeziness and continues. "They must have recorded what just happened, then timed their messages to fit what we did. Useful trick, that. Annoyed I'm on the other end of it, though."

And annoyed about the rest of it, I smirk. "We should probably give this thing a look-over," I say out loud, "maybe see if there's a way to fix the bad porn script conditioning." A loud moan of pleasure draws our attention to Victoria; still face-down, still ass-up, but now fucking her ass with the discarded dildo. Getting it surprisingly deep, too.

"just a hot piece of ass fuck this hot piece of ass"

"Definitely see if there's a way to fix it," the Doctor corrects me sternly.