"Ill be back late," he said. "Is there anything you need?"
He kissed her again and was gone. Back late, she thought. He's always back late. He was a member of the supreme council, tipped to become head councillor, the position that, back in the twenty-first century, had been called; 'Prime Minister." And yes, there was something she needed. She needed fucking. Fucked properly, not a cursory in-spurt-out-goodnight fuck, but the sort of fucking they used to enjoy, passionate, sweaty, multiple-orgasms fucking.
She could still feel the imprint of his hand on her breast, the nipple still erect. She untied the robe and let it pool at her feet. No one would see her, there was nothing human within seeing distance. A passing patrol helicopter would, if the floor to ceiling, room wide window would allow it. Light could enter but not exit. But there was movement on other side of the perimeter fence. A deer probably.
She made a decision, if her husband would not satisfy her needs, she would get it elsewhere. She spoke clearly;
"Imogen, call Barbara."
"Yes Charlotte, calling Barbara."
Lotte winced, she hated being called Charlotte. Imogen was the house-robot, recently reprogrammed following a cyber attack. She would have to call the Tech. The last one had been a good fuck. No, it would take too long. Barbara answered;
"Hi babe, what's on your mind?"
"Sex."
"Yes I know, but what else?"
"Getting some ASAP."
"Sounds like a plan. Where?"
"You choose."
"How about that new place, in Glevum. Heard good reports."
Lotte wanted cock right now, right here. She would just have to wait, the anticipation would be worth the trip.
"When?"
They agreed a time.
"Imogen, shower."
"Yes Charlotte."
Glevum was a thirty-five minute ride from Deva, Charlotte's home and capital of New Britain. Previously known as Chester, when it had been chosen as the new capital it had been decided to revert to the Roman name. Other cities had followed suit.
The 'New Place' was a brothel. Perfectly legal in New Britain, and perfectly safe in every respect. Sex was recognised as being necessary for good health. Any consenting adult could find any variation imaginable, and some unimaginable, in brothels. Charlotte was looking forward to being fucked to a standstill.
Charlotte's 'car' joined the expressway, the wheels retracted and the vehicle accelerated to cruising speed. Charlotte enjoyed this journey, the road snaked along the line of Offa's dyke that once again formed the border between the divided nations. Following the cataclysm, survivors decided never to make the mistakes that almost destroyed the planet, but there was disagreement. One faction wanted to develop beyond where previous civilisation had stopped. Another favoured a more natural approach, live as part of nature, take only that which was needed to survive. Britain had split, to the east, New Britain, kown as Inland and to the west New Cambria, known as Outland. An uneasy coexistence had formed.
The car arrived silently at it's destination and the canopy hissed open. Charlotte stepped out and directly into the lift that would take her to reception. Barbara was waiting, perched on a high stool at the bar. The receptionist handed Charlotte a tablet and her drink.
The tablet was a menu, a three dimensional gallery of the 'technicians' and their services. This was the difficult part. She made her choice and waved the tablet close to her neck, where her chip was implanted. Then picked up her drink. They ate a light meal, watching porn on the large three dimensional screens, priming themselves.
Rested and fed, they agreed that they were ready for the main event. They had chosen a double. Two wide high massage tables dominated the room. After showering, they climbed onto the tables to wait.
"I could suck your cunt raw right now," growled Barbara. "Why the fuck are we paying for it?"
"Because, my darling Barbie-Doll, what I am paying for, you do not have. Namely, a very large penis. That's why the fuck I'm paying for it, how about you?"
Barbara smiled and said nothing.
The door opened and the 'technicians' entered. Two tall, muscular men, one black, one white and a black woman, almost as tall and muscular. An Amazon. They were identically dressed, tight fitting shorts and teeshirts. The woman's under strain from her large breasts and prominent nipples.
The men went to work on Charlotte, masaging her naked back, one each side. Working from her neck down, Lotte could feel the muscle tension drain and sexual tension rise. She parted her legs as skilled hands massaged her buttocks, then fingers parted her wet cunt lips. More fingers were pushed gently just inside, then she felt pressure from the inside push her exposed clitoris down against the smooth material of the massage table. She came within seconds.
They stepped away. Charlotte lay face down, panting, drained. She rolled over and sat up, one of her tormentors handed her a drink. On the other couch, Barbara's Amazon had her face between Barbara's pulled apart buttocks. Was the tongue in her cunt or her arse thought Lotte. Barbara suddenly gripped the sides of the couch as her orgasm racked her. Probably cunt then.
Refreshed, the clients laid on their backs, the technicians resumed their stress relieving work. First the massage, then the release. One of Lotte's pair concentrated on her tits, squeezing, sucking on the stiff teats. The other worked her cunt, caressing, probing. Then he lowered his face and drew his tongue forward from the pucker of her arse to her pulsing clit. Lotte's tensions exploded as her second orgasm ripped throgh her naked body.
Beside her, Barbara was enjoying her second, the Amazon's tongue lapping at her cunt, her large black hands squeezing Barbara's tits, thumbs twirling the nipples. What next? Thought Lotte. Not for herself, she knew what was in store for her, two professional cocks, one at at time, then together until she begged for mercy. But Barbara had chosen a woman.
The techs peeled off their shirts, then their shorts and the answer was revealed. Not two professional cocks, three. The Amazon was a shemale and a very well equipped one. Barbara too would be getting cock, from a person with tits. Lotte felt a pang of envy.
The table lowered from massage height to fucking height, strong hands repositioned Lotte, legs dangling, arse poised on the edge. The tech hooked his arms behind her knees, raised and parted her legs until she was wide open. She groaned as the thick organ entered, easily sliding full length inside. He began pumping.
Beside her, the table had been lowered further, Barbara was on all fours, her shemale driving his big cock deep inside her, two pairs of full tits swinging in time to his strokes. As Lotte turned back, her cheek touched another rigid prick, being offered to suck. She held the shaft and allowed the glans to reach as far as she dared into her throat before pulling back so that she could suck it. Fingers twirled a nipple, others found the erect, oily bud of her clit and began to strum. Orgasm three began to build.
When it hit it was the biggest yet, her studs held her in place to prevent her falling from the couch. They helped her to the all fours position and changed ends, the cock that had been in her cunt was offered to her mouth. She gulped it in, knowing that it would serve as a gag for what was to come. She felt the lubricant, cool against her anus, then gentle fingers worked it into the hole, first one finger, then two, then a third, preparing the way for something bigger. She tensed as the cockhead pressed against the tight pucker. This was going to hurt.
The pressure increased, Lotte relaxed and the gland popped inside, allowed her body to adjust to the intruder, then pushed home until she could feel his balls against the gape of her cunt. She screamed against the cock-gag. She loved it, but it hurt. Why did she she do it? She would not orgasm from this, but the sensation was irresistable. He began his movements, faster, deeper, was she biting the cock in her mouth?
At last she had to release her gag and cry for mercy. She was allowed to slump forward onto the couch. She felt exhausted, but the finale was yet to come. She was helped off the couch. One stud took her place lying on his back, massive cock held vertical. Lotte lowered herself onto it and leaned forwards. She felt the second cock against her, feeling for her entrance, then she was stretched impossibly as the second cock was forced alongside the first.
Oh they were good, very good. Slowly they began to fuck her. As one entered, the other eased out. Faster they went, eventually synchronising so that her cunt was being slammed by an enormous double barrelled cock, she screamed her pleasure/pain. Then they stopped. She could feel the two organs pulsing inside her. Then they erupted simultaneously, torrents of spunk flooded her. She could feel the spurts! She toppled into a final orgasm and fainted.
When she came too, Barbara was smiling down at her. There was no sign of the technicians, their job was done.
"Did you enjoy that?"
Asked Barbara.
"I needed it."
Lotte grinned.
"Shower?"
Queried Barbara.
"No," replied Lotte. "I'll take it home for James."
Barbara shrugged. James, Lotte's husband, liked nothing better than to fuck a used cunt. Lotte knew that by the time she got home, there would be nothing to show. But her description of events and the fact that he would taste their stale spunk as he sucked her, would be enough to result in what she wanted most, to be fucked senseless by her husband.
If he was there.
It was dusk by the time Lotte's car emerged from the entertainment complex. Lotte ordered the canopy to opaque, then settled down to sleep.
She was wakened by the sudden slowing of the vehicle, then the alarm chimed;
"Warning. Power outage. Switching to standby. Remain in the vehicle."
Fuck! Thought Lotte. Another breakdown. The expressway, built on a budget, was crumbling. One of her husband's promises was to bring those responsible to justice, make them pay. But that did not alter the fact that she was stranded. And where? There were areas that were regularly raided by pirates. They might even have caused the problem.
She ordered the canopy to clear. Faces looked down at her. Certainly not rescuers. But they could not breach the integrity of the pod. Unless… Unless they knew the emergency rescue code. She reached for the panic button as the canopy hissed open. Then everything went black.
