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Brad brewed himself some iced tea and relaxed on his couch. He’d squared his list of products to review, moved a few into the done category and submitted a few requests for further information. His suit wouldn’t be ready for another hour. And he was already looking forward to seeing the woman at the mens corner again.
Hadn’t he seen her somewhere before? She’d looked awfully familiar. Or maybe he was just wishing he knew her. With luscious curves in a sexy little mini-dress and dark blonde hair streaming to her shoulders, she’d sent his senses in a whirl. He’d been aroused to begin with, but when he looked into her enchanting hazel eyes, all sense of composure flew out the window. What happened to me?
Through his embarrassment, he’d noticed her looking at him oddly, but he figured that was because his cock had remained hard for a long while after that weird unfinished Blue Root experience. The display model must have been malfunctioning.
Her retail smile had hinted at mischief, but maybe he’d read her wrong. Either way, Brad looked forward to seeing her again even if only to feast his eyes. The more he thought about her, the more he considered working up enough courage to ask her out. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be a complete and utter buffoon.
He kicked his feet up and gulped his iced tea. This definitely was the life. Quasi-retirement was treating him quite well. He’d posted all of his latest reviews early because of tomorrow’s summit and now he found himself with some empty time to sit back, relax and enjoy his tea.
Mid slurp, his Blue Root controller vibrated, almost making him spill. Assuming it was another marketing message, he swatted it off, but not before he caught a glimpse of what the screen said.
>>I detect two Blue Roots in the vicinity
<<Would you like to connect?
What? He pressed the on area and his controller came back to life. Had it really said there were two Blue Roots nearby? He looked around his place. He was definitely alone, but the controller asked once more if he would like to connect.
This time, he also noticed a small more options area. He pressed it and another screen came up.
>>Join program already in progress
<<Create self-invitation
>>Ignore
Wait a minute. He gulped down the last of his iced tea and set the cup aside. Did that mean he could invite himself into someone else’s…ummm…experience? He thought back to the suit corner, but couldn’t remember if the more options area had been available. Good heavens, he hoped it hadn’t.
Getting himself more comfortable on the couch, he pressed create self-invitation. What’s the worst that could happen?
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled out a towel he’d hidden under the end table. Last time, he was completely unprepared, but just in case things escalated, he wanted to be ready. Anxiously, Brad watched his controller.
>>Your request to join has been accepted
>>Please choose from the following options:
>>Join current program already in progress
<<Modify current program
>>Manually override program
Hot diggity! But what would happen if he manually overrode the program? Just as he was about to touch the screen and find out, his stimulators activated, vibrating his cock to life.
Who’d started up a readiness program? Did the Blue Root know what to do now that he’d been through the rigmarole of his first usage?
In that case, perhaps he should play it safe and join whatever program was already in progress since the toy apparently had things figured out better than he did. A few more vibrations and he’d be ready to go anyway. On second thought, last time, he was left wanting. Manual override–whatever that meant–sounded good, too.
His controller screen displayed more options. Could sex get more complicated?
>>Up&Down
<<SideToSide
>>In&Out
<<Round&Round
The stimulators heated him up and his concentration began to wane, but considering the options, they all looked good. After loosening his pants and making sure the towel covered his now completely engorged shaft, he pressed Round&Round. Like clockwork, the stimulators recreated the action, but the confounded controller buzzed again.
>>Fastest
<<Faster
>>Fast
<<Slow
>>Slower
<<Slowest
>>None
Figuring he’d take it easy because he was still a beginner, he pressed Slow and it obeyed.
But then, the controller buzzed again saying one partner requested Faster and asked if it was okay with him.
Why wouldn’t it be? He touched yes. As far as he could tell, he was having virtual sex with two other partners, but he had no idea who they were, only that they liked it fast. Ummm…okay…whatever.
The Blue Root asked pressure sometimes. Lightest, Lighter, Light, Hard, Harder, Hardest. His partners wavered between Hard and Faster, and Slowest and Hardest. Not bad combinations, but he still wasn’t entirely sure about this whole thing other than that his cock had rarely been this rigid for this long and his balls had never gotten this much attention.
Whoever his partners were, they definitely had stamina. As the three of them experimented with each other, he started to really geek on not only what he was feeling and what he could make his partners feel, but also how the Blue Root worked. How it translated simple commands into sexual stimulation. He also had to force himself to focus on race time scores and circuit specs so he wouldn’t come too early.
Toying with various commands that were not brought up on the screen, he learned that if he moved his pelvis up-and-down or side-to-side, he received responding stimuli. Changing his speed also had the same result. Cool. The Blue Root took written commands, sensed movements and translated them all together. This was definitely a sophisticated piece of machinery. He took a mental note to add some stimulation patches to his purchase when he went to pick up his suit. If anything, they’d provide an entertaining way to unwind from the speech.
The spurring stepped up a notch and finally took over. Nothing could keep him from release. Not even envisioning the laserpath plotting diagram he’d drawn up for the Odeon Multiplex 4000 Delivery Accentuator.
Hurtling toward the edge, he triple-checked that the towel was in position. A few more thrusts and he’d be home. But as he prepared to let go, his blasted controller vibrated again. Couldn’t it just let him come and be done with it? What else could it possibly need to know other than that he wanted the orgasm he’d been working so hard to prolong for the benefit of his partners?
Hardly able to keep his wrist still enough to read, he glanced at the screen.
>>Both partners have requested transposed male organ riding
<<Do you accept?
All he wanted to do was come. He didn’t care how, he just needed it sooner rather than later and without so many stupid questions or options or any other time-wasting, confusing complications. His whole body was ready to explode. He smacked yes without really understanding–or caring–what transposed male organ riding could possibly be.
Pure sexual euphoria.
The feeling of two pussies slid down on his cock and worked him right back to the edge of that orgasm he’d been chasing.
There were two women riding his cock.
Oh hell yeah!
Their rhythm staggered and he fought real hard to focus on laserplots. One woman went up as the other went down, sending a strangely phenomenal rippling along his entire length. His mind’s eye could no longer study anything other than a fantasy of two transposed women with their heads thrown back as they rode him.
The walls of their pussies spasmed in two distinct rhythms. He couldn’t hold out any longer, nor did he want to. Both sheaths clenched while rocking back and forth. Using the towel to catch his explosive charge, Brad’s whole body shook with tingles. The two women must have orgasmed along with him. They twitched as all the movement slowed.
Wow. Sex with two women without even having to buy them a drink first. But that was way too creepy. Kind of like he’d become a piece of meat. There was nothing but nameless, faceless, impersonal fucking. Sure, two women at once was just about every man’s dream, but this was far too outrageously weird.
The sensations were phenomenal, but he preferred being able to look at his lover. Watch her eyes close in ecstasy. Hear her scream and breathe in fast, hard moans. Feel her legs wrap around him as her fingernails scratched at his back. There was definitely a huge market for the Blue Root, but for Brad, it fell short of recreating a real sexual experience. But, hey, mindless fucking wasn’t completely off his menu. He could learn to like it if he absolutely had to.
His controller vibrated, taking him out of afterglow.
>>Your partners would like to thank you for sharing their experience
<<And would also like to pass along this special message:
>>If this is Hank, let’s do this again tomorrow.
<<If this is Brad, we know you thought we were lesbians,
>>but we’re happily bi- as long as you use your Blue Root.
<<See ya!
>>If you would like to reply to this message,
<<please open WordMax on your computer and input your message
>>Or select from the following options:
>>Thank your partners
<<Set up another Blue Root experience
What an eye opener. Carrie and Aysha were his seemingly uninterested-in-penis neighbors. Apparently, Hank down the hall had a Blue Root, too.
Never in a million years would Brad have believed what just happened. Had Carrie and Aysha felt each other as they’d felt him? Ugh. This was too strange to describe.
He had his controller thank the two women and then took a big, deep breath as his heart rate returned to normal–or as normal as possible after having sex with two lesbians. At least they were friendly for a change. His mind strangely wrapped around the whole odd little experience, conjuring images of the two women lying together. But did they help their Blue Roots or let the toys do all the work? Too much to think about–especially since neither woman was one he considered sexy.
Brad shrugged and stood up, knocking the towel to the floor. Was he really the source of their pleasure? Naw.
His controller vibrated him out of his daze.
>>The Blue Root
<<Featuring Skintite technology
>>Increase your experience
<<Download a new program today!
He turned it off. Then peeled it off. After picking up the towel, he tossed his controller and all the Blue Root parts into the induct-o-charge dockbox next to his computer.
Brad pondered this new technology as he put himself back together. With virtual sex readily available, could handheld computers and interactive vid games compete? Sure, people were on the other end of each, but couldn’t actually plug into someone’s most interior workings. The Blue Root made it possible to go beyond talk and competition.
It essentially took what had previously been the most intimate encounter and de-intimated it. Were there really people out there who did nothing but hunt around for willing partners? Was that bad even if both parties were consenting and remained anonymous? Times had changed, but that kind of cyberfuck bordered on strange sexual perversion.
The instruction tablet had mentioned long distance experiences through a network, but the idea seemed too daring to try. He’d always been at the forefront of technology, but the Blue Root was so innovative, it opened a whole new world for dating and that scared him away. The pre-Blue Root world was frightening enough.
Especially since lately all he could score were gold diggers with incredibly expensive tastes. Hell, maybe adding in Blue Roots could improve the situation. If the woman wanted dinner, he could have a pizza delivered instead of shelling out far too much for valet, salad, dress, dinner, dessert, souvenir, drinks and tip. Better yet, he could order the pizza for himself and look for a woman who wasn’t interested in meeting her partner.
In that respect, the Blue Root was potentially fantastic. No one could end up scarred for life because things didn’t quite work out. Blue Root rape couldn’t exist. Unwanted advances would be instantly ignored, deactivated and forgotten before causing any physical or emotional damage.
This thing was major. Major…major…majorly fantastic, majorly fun and had the most major of major potential to be the hottest thing since sliced bread and increased decibel output amplified stand-alones.
As his eyes refocused out of his techno-revelry, Brad noticed the clock on his computer screen. Yikes! If he didn’t hotfoot it over to Prixus, the corner would close before he got his suit. Tossing the towel toward the couch, Brad hurried out the door.
