The Pleasure Station (futa/female, female/female)

Story by danielletaylor

So after following FP for awhile after joining thanks to Elise Olisbos :8: I have finally decided to take my hand at posting my first story of the erotic nature ever! Please be gentle--or rough, depending on how you like it ;)

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Synopsis: Explore the stories of the women of the Pleasure Station, a space station specifically designed to match women with their BSDP's, or Biological Sexual Desire Profile, counterparts.

Note: FAIRA stands for Female Artificial Intelligence Reproduction Assistance, the AI in charge of overseeing the enjoyment of the acts of sex.

Includes: Female/Female, Futa/female with transformation, tribbing, very light oral, sci-fi, and massive come, hard fucking

I flipped the glowing switch on the wall mount, turning not only the overhead lights on but also pulsating electricity through my nipples and clitoris.

The profile name displayed on the overhead and a brief description that had me shivering as much from the stimulation current as the options presented.

BSDP #230-012a-340493x.2

Alora

Lesbian

I smirked at that. I was only programmed into the quadrants needed for our Female Intercourse Provider clients.

30 years old

Desires: caucasian female seeking lesbian sex, especially tribadism. Would be alright with Temporary Male Genitalia injection instead of strap-on.

It was Day 3 and my last day 3 client--a busty, dark dom with a thick cock I rode emphatically every week for months on end--had insufficient credits to stay on the station and had returned to her home planet after one last long fuck session that lasted for six hours. I could only hope this next client could fill me with the same lasting enthusiasm. I enjoyed the long-term clients and their knowledge of the exact places to hit, but a little flash fun was good every once in awhile as well.

Impatiently, I crossed my legs and the material of the envirosuit squeaked as the muscles shifted. The teasing electric current still zinged through my body, pulsating through my engorged clit.

The vents whirred open to fill the room with pheromones, paused in wait for the client to accept our session.

The comm switch shifted from red to green, letting me know the Female Intercourse Provider was ready to speak to me.

I watched my eyes narrow in coy seduction in the one-way mirror. My day 3 was so close, yet so far away.

"Do you wish the injection, Alora?" I offered benignly, my lip curling into a smile as I spoke in a low purr. Her name came out smokey and smooth from my full lips. My voice was a medium tempo many women found attractive when uttered into their ears.

It was a moment before the response came from the preparation room.

"You're beautiful." A short pause from a soft, sweet voice that made me think of fluffy angel cakes and large, supple breasts. A little softer, swirled with desire, "Show me your skin, please."

Not entirely the answer to my question but I understood the hesitation. Some women found deformities unattractive and wanted to see the product in its entirety beforehand.

I gave her a little tease, running my fingers along my taut breasts before pressing a little insert in the fingers of my gloves. Each caress over my skin, when forming a certain pattern, would unleash that section of the skin.

I began by making a small, tactical incision from my neckline to just under my breasts, just to show a slit of the cleavage as it heaved against the breathable envirosuit. Electricity and heat ran through my veins as I flipped my back to her, bending over the bed and playing a pattern from the back of my shin all the way to the base of my ass, then raked my nails tauntingly over my pussy lips. Little thin slices appeared to reveal just snippets of skin, a slit up the legs.

I spread my legs for her viewing pleasure, arousing myself just from putting on this tautry little show for my guest. My plump pussy lips were just barely visible through the slits the program had made in my unisuit but my engorged clit bristled against the material, aching for release.

Her responding heavy breaths over the comm drew my nipples into achingly hard peaks. I drew a pattern across my chest and my breasts bounced as the suit gave way to the mounds.

"Enough," she moaned. "Injection of TMG after a trib fuck, please."

The juices nearly spurted out of the slits around my pussy to those seductive words. I only smiled and pressed the code to accept the FIP and let her enter the room. The interlocks swirled open with a metallic whirring before the vents began breathing their seductive mists into the room.

I sat with my legs splayed just enough to flash my aching, wet pussy lips in her direction and waited.

She sauntered more than walked into the room, all shy and sweetly embarassed, yet led by her desires. She was average height with a narrow waist, large, comely breasts that were visibly peaked through her skimpy unitard, beaut

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