Automated pleasure

An automated pleasure machine? What could possibly go wrong? One girl finds out. But was it really bad?

Chapter 1 by dustinmadness dustinmadness

The work cointains Forgottenidol ([email protected]) story: Haywire.
I only adopted it to an interactive mode.


My friend had gone there before; she had told me about it afterwards. It was a place that was fully automated, so there was no embarrassment in dealing with real people. She had told me that she had enjoyed it very much, once she got over the clinical feeling. She said that once it started she completely forgot about where she was, and that it was a robot that was fucking her. I was not a prude, or a virgin, but at the age of sixteen, sex was something that was new and interesting. I had dated someone for a few months and we had sex a few times, but I didn't enjoy it. I don't know if I was bad at it or that he was. He was, I guess, since I did love to masturbate and would always orgasm.

The place was a very obscure little building. Number 238, was the only thing written on the door. It was nestled between two little shops. If no one knew better, it would just be assumed to be an abandoned residence.

I was terribly nervous when I opened the door. As I entered there was a small desk in front of a long hallway which had several automatic doors with no windows. There was an android fixed behind the desk.

"Greetings," The android said to me as I approached. It's voice was soft, but still mechanical. "Please scan your identification card," it said as it presented me with a small scanner it had in it's hand. "You must be eighteen years old or older to use these facilities. Identification is required."

You pretend that you are looking for an identification card in your purse ...

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