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Virtual Reality

By: OldAndNew



Beth stared at Harley in the sterile gleaming white cabinet across the isle. It was identical to the one she would soon enter, standing beside her. Harley was already sealed inside his and the helmet was strapped on his head. With the face screen pulled down the only thing human that could be seen was his hands. Then the attendants pulled the gloves onto his hands and adjusted them. The gloves had thick cables protruding from the cuffs that disappeared into the cabinet. Almost every square inch of Harley's body was hidden from view now by the electronic sensory feedback devices. After a few moments the two attendants turned toward her.

This was the part of the preparations she hated. Exposing any part of her body to strangers didn't bother her, after all the current fashions exposed one breast and often part of the public area. That was why her public hair was shaved to form a perfect black arrow head pointing to the dark crevasse that split the pink mound between her legs. Never though, were all three of the sexual parts exposed at the same time. It was considered very distasteful, even obscene to most people. Just having both breasts bared at the same time was at the very least, embarrassing. 

Beth begin to feel much more at ease after the attendant fitted the first breast sensory feedback cup over her right breast. After the breast was completely sucked into the sensory cup, he fitted the other one. The sensory feedback cups would have looked like some kind of weird futuristic bra if it hadn't been for the thick cables sprouting from the nipple areas. . The warm soft plastic cups felt almost alive as they gently formed around her breasts, covering them like another skin, seeming to become a part of her. Even the thousands of tiny gold electronic contacts surrounding the nipple area didn't even spoil the sensation.

After the breast cups had completely formed themselves to her breasts she lay back on the bench and spread her legs to give the technician unobstructed access. She sucked in a deep breath and flinched somewhat when the clitoral sensory feedback cup was placed over her clitoris. 

Enjoy it rich bitch. Sammy, the younger attendant, smiled at the thought. He had selected the smaller size on purpose. The sensations were close to pain as the small cup sucked her clitoris out of it's hiding place and swallowed it deep inside as it formed around the totally exposed organ. Like with the breast cups the thousands of tiny gold electronic contacts weren't even noticeable. Even the cable hanging from the cup was unnoticeable

She tried to ignore the sensations as the technician inserted as a well lubricated gloved finger deep inside her to coat the insides. Then the cigar sized vaginal probe, covered with tiny gold electronic contacts slipped in without discomfort. His finger held the probe all the way in while it expanded. 

His closeness and his gloved finger pushing inside her as the probe expanded sent small shivers of excitement through her body. In other circumstances it could have been a very erotic sensation, but after all, he was just a paid attendant. 

The erotic feeling didn't completely leave as the invading finger was forced back out by the expanding probe. When every square centimeter of the inner vaginal lining was stretched tight enough to make the vaginal probe virtually impossible to remove, the expansion stopped leaving the attached cable hanging down from the almost obscenely stretched entrance between her legs.

The last thing to be attached directly to her body was the vulva pad, The cables from the vaginal probe and the clitoral cup were threaded through the two small holes in the pad and it was fitted into the vulva from the hairy black arrowhead to the anal opening. It seemed to bond to the supersensitive skin as the gold contacts found the nerve endings 

At last she was ready for the cabinet itself, The young attendant gathered up the cables from the sensory cups and probes and walked with her to the cabinet. Actually, maybe she hated this part the worst. She gritted her teeth as she eased her body down until she felt the greased sensory feedback anal probe slip between her lower cheeks. She moved slightly to the left and the probe slipped inside as she sat all the way down on the form fitting seat.

Sammy plugged in the sensor cables and wrapped a thick towel around her neck he guided her hands through the holes in the cabinet as he pushed the door shut. She felt a moment of panic when the cabinet clicked and she realized that her whole body was at the mercy of a machine while her hands and head were held immovable on the outside. The feeling of panic left as the form-fit lining expanded and snuggled tight against her naked body.

As soon as the cabinet lining had totally formed itself to her body a high pitched beep sounded and the technicians pulled the sensory gloves on her hands. Then he looked up with a smile and begin the final instructions. "Now, after I strap the helmet on, I'm going to run a few tests, then we'll go ahead with the reversal tape. Do you have any second thoughts?"

"Of course not, after all I'm not some damn little virgin school girl. Get on with it." She snapped. Then she bit her lip to subdue a groan as his finger appeared to accidentally brush a key on the keyboard and she felt what seemed to be a fence post push into her butt for a tiny moment. 

"OK," he said with just the hint of a smirk after he saw her flinch, "as I said, I'm going to run the test program to assure that everything is operating correctly." Sammy instructed. He adjusted the helmet over her head so the visuals were lined up with her eyes and pulled the face shield down over the lower part of her face.

"Go ahead if your are finished, I'm ready. Sorry, if I sounded cranky a while ago," she answered, wanting desperately to slap his smirking mouth, but knowing she would continued to loose in a sniping match with the man who held the controls. Instead she added, "I think I'm just nervous, I've never tried a reversal before."

"No problem, I understand completely." He said with an even bigger grin. "Now, you'll feel a series of sensations and I will have to ask what you are feeling. Please answer as specifically as you can, Here's the first one. Tell me which body areas are effected as the sensations change."

The fraction of a second of orgasm was so intense that more would have been painful, as each nerve in her clitoris was individually stimulated to the limit where any more would have caused a loss of sensation. "Something tickled my clit." She said.

"Now?'

"The left nipple that time." She volunteered as she felt a pair of hot lips suck it in and an even hotter tongue caress it lovingly. 

"Now?" He ask again.

"The right nipple now." She said in a milder voice as the lips sucked it in. Then the nipple slipped out as the mouth began to nibble it's way down to the soft skin under her full breast.

"It's going lower." She said in a breathless voice, as the sensations continued downward until someone was gently chewing and sucking her inner thighs, first one side and then the other until it finally stopped just touching the outer lips. Her hands began a mild trembling and her body begin experiencing miniature previews of the approaching orgasm when the voice broke through. 

"Now for the final test." He told her and placed the stereo phones over her ears.. 

As he spoke, she felt that mouth latch onto her clitoris and two others engulfed her breasts as many hands begin caressing the tender areas of her body. At the same time she felt two large penis' begin thrusting into her lower openings. Her hand clinched into fists and she gritted her teeth as she strained for release. Suddenly her mouth was covered by another one and a firm tongue forced it's way inside and pushed her over the edge. The intensity of the orgasm paralyzed her body completely as it strained against the restraint of the cabinet. It only lasted a second before he flipped the switch off. Any longer would have numbed the nerves enough to have made the rest of the program useless.

"You son of a bitch, you're gonna get us both fired if you don't quit screwing around with the customers while they're hooked up." Joe, the older man, said almost in a whisper as the Sammy pulled Beth's face screen back down.

"Don't' worry old man, she just needed a kiss to light the fire. Hell, she would probably pay me big bucks just for that kiss if she knew it was real instead of part of the program."

"Don't try to shit me, you know I'm talking about the total body stimulation you ass hole. Hell you could burn out her brain with that shit."

"Hey, I said don't worry, after the session she'll never remember the one second that happened before it. Anyway, we're going for the main event now" Sammy said as he selected the tape from the storage case.

"I said, are you all right Ms Jameson." Beth heard the voice through a fog with mewing sounds in the background. She could still feel the man's weight pressing her down against the bed and see his face above hers.

The rhythmic little mewing sounds were much slower now, as Beth open her eyes slightly, to find the handsome young man on top of her. Then she realized the sounds were coming from her own throat, keeping time with the young man's thrusts as he continued to hump her at the rate of about one every five seconds

"Wait a minute let me turn off the effects." He said and in a few seconds later she was sitting in the cabinet again.

"OK, I'm all right" she answered, "the machine still seems to be still functioning satisfactory."

"Are you ready for us to initiate the reversal now?" The man's voice came through the fog again.

"Sure, that's what I'm here for." She answered, getting somewhat brazen again. Beth could barely hear through the fog and the still throbbing penis buried deep within her, still had her mesmerized..

"You didn't turn off the damn tape , you just switched it to slow speed Sammy." Joe said as he reached over and flipped the master switch to off. 

Joe inserted the "Dawn" tape into the machine and flipped the master switch back on and to normal speed.

Beth was startled when she opened her eyes again and discovered the naked girl standing less then a meter in front of her. The long legged, blonde with the high full breasts reached out and caressed Beth's cheek. Beth felt a thrill run through her body and looked down in embarrassment. Her eyes fell on a slightly swollen mound lightly shadowed by tiny blonde curls at the top of the legs. The mound was split vertically and slightly opened.. A line of bright red was easily visible, running down and disappearing between the creamy white thighs. 

Beth couldn't resist as her hand reached out of it's own accord to fondle one of the firm yet soft breasts. The feel of the nipple hardening against her palm was almost electric and her other hand quickly found the blonde's other breast. She was fascinated by the erotic sensations caused by fondling another woman's breasts, but somewhat mystified by the throbbing pressure she felt as her own crotch pressed hard against the front of her jeans.

"I'm Dawn." The blonde said in a sensual whisper as she moved closer and stroked the lump in the front of Beth's jeans. "I hope we can become very close tonight." 

Dawn smiled as she pulled back and squatted down in front of Beth. She unfastened Beth's jeans and begin slowly sliding them down. Beth could feel the material lightly pulling the hairs on her legs as they slid down, then suddenly the pressure at her crotch was released. She looked down, beyond her now muscular hairy chest and flat belly, for the familiar mound with it's shallow cleft. She was startled, but at the same time thrilled, to see a large hard penis protruding from the thick clump of course curly hair that reached three quarters of the way up to her belly button. 

Beth couldn't believe her eyes and reached down to grasp the swollen penis. The feelings was delicious, both the feelings in the hand that was gripping the hot throbbing penis and the sensations coming from the penis itself as it was being squeezed and fondled.

Dawn watched a few minutes as Beth explored the penis, then reached out and pulled Beth's hand away before she leaned forward. Beth's whole lower body felt like it wanted to explode when the hot wet mouth engulfed her throbbing penis and an eager tongue begin tormenting the swollen head. She tried to hold back to enjoy the sensations longer, but the girl was skilled beyond her years and Beth's body strained forward as she felt the new sensation of fluid, out of control, forcing it's way from deep inside, through her organ to spew like a garden hose nozzle. Her lower body felt as if it was filled with hot coals and ice cubes that were being stirred by wave after wave of pleasure. 

For the first time in her life, her primary sex organ had been engulfed rather then filled to produce some of the most intense pleasure she could remember. 

Her organ had been totally surrounded by a hot wet sheath that sucked it in and tightly enfolded it, rather then having an aching empty space inside her being filled and stretched by an invading brute that often finished before she did.

Beth aroused slightly while Sammy was changing the tape "Your first blow job?" He ask with a giggle.

"You know it, buddy," she answered dreamily in a low pitched voice, still lost in the faint mists created by the illusion, "damn she's good, I just hope my cock still works after all that" 

Her hand was twitching inside the glove, trying to find her penis again when Sammy switched the machine back on.

Dawn stood up and pulled Beth over to the side of the bed in the corner. Then she lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Beth had never had a birds eye view of an open vagina before and she found it surprisingly erotic. Dawn motioned with her hands for Beth to come down on top of her. Beth was puzzled, but her swollen penis knew what to do and she quickly knelt on the bed between Dawn's legs. She loved the sensations created by the friction of her hard penis sliding down the length of Dawn's tight vagina. Her new body knew what to do and her hips begin the semi-automatic thrusting motion known by. all men's bodies since the beginning of time.

"Would you like to make an appointment today for your next adventure Ms Jameson?" Sammy ask after Beth had dressed again.

"What's the earliest one you have open?" She ask.

"Well, as you know, by federal law you have to wait at least 2 weeks between adventures to make sure your nerve centers don't burn out."

"Even for your best customers?"

"Especially, for our best customers. We sure don't want to loose them." 

"Damn," she muttered under her breath.

"Wait a minute Ms Jameson, I tell you what, 2 weeks from now would be on the twenty fifth. How about if I could work you in under a dummy name appointment on the twenty third. Sometime an operator sets up a dummy name appointment or two for customers who are especially nice to them."

"Well... Sammy, you have been more then just a technician to me and I've often wondered how I could show you how much I appreciate you. Do you, ah. . . have a private room here where a customer could show some appreciation to her favorite tech?"

THE END

Virtual Reality



The wind continued to buffet the windows just outside the den where Steve sat staring at his computer screen. Rain had begun to fall in heavy sheets slapping at the windows and sliding door with a gravel-tossed intensity that under normal circumstances, Steve would have found irritating. But not this time. Not at the moment anyway.

He had met a woman through the Internet several month's previous. They had exchanged emails, eventually a few photos. Over time, they had gotten more and more familiar with one another, discussing anything and everything. Eventually, "Chris" as she was called, had informed him that she had a web-cam, as he did. They began communicating back and forth with one another, enjoying the real-time images of one another, making their conversations all the more stimulating and exciting. Especially when on one particular night, Chris had teasingly revealed one of her beautiful full breasts to him on a whim. Something he had hoped eventually might happen, yet surprised when it had. Since that time, they had spent several evenings pleasuring themselves in front of one another. And though the distance between them was great, it was the next best thing to actually being there.

"Oh Chris," Steve typed. "I love it when you do that!"

Chris sat fingering her large extended nipples for him. Rock hard, excited as always, he could only imagine what it must feel like to actually touch them himself, wishing that he could as Chris continued to tease him unmercifully on her side of the world.

"I wish..." Chris stopped playing with her breasts long enough to answer back, "...that it was your hands and fingers touching them, and not my own!"

"Me too!" Steve replied, reaching down just long enough to give his hard stiff erection a few tantalizing up and down strokes before returning to the keyboard.

A peel of thunder shook the windows, as the intensifying storm approached. The flash of lightning outside giving berth to another, still closer roll of echoing thunder that once again shook the windows and door with ominous warning.

"Shit!" Steve typed.

"What?" Chris responded back a second later.

"Got quite a storm going on here," he told her. "Not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to stay on line. Getting a lot of lightning strikes here. Worried about frying my PC for one thing. Though most likely, I'll lose power before anything like happens."

Already the lights had flickered briefly once. Not enough to knock him off line, but serving as a warning that it was a distinct possibility.

"LOL", Chris typed. "It figures. I'm so damn horny, and sitting here on the edge. I'll probably be right in the middle of a really good orgasm when you lose power and miss everything!"

"Smiley", Steve inserted, watching the icon of a sun with a wicked gleam in its face pop up on screen. "Then we'd better hurry here," he began. "Because I'm pretty fucking close myself, and wouldn't mind shooting off a nice load for you right about now either!"

"I'd enjoy seeing that," Chris replied immediately. "Damn Steve, I wish you could touch me right now," she added as Steve watched her reaching down with one hand to insert a long delicate finger inside the wet glistening groove of her cunt.

"Oh fuck Chris!" Steve typed, reaching up to touch the screen as she zoomed in on her pussy, the folds of it so erotically displayed, her feminine juices pearly white, sticky and coating the neither flesh of her slit.

The second that he did, a blinding flash lit up the entire room. For a moment, Steve couldn't see anything but a bright white light. Seconds later, he still couldn't see, the feel of electricity coursing through his entire being, the hairs on his head standing straight up. Gradually his vision returned, fully expecting to see that the power had been knocked out, his connection with Chris severed. Instead, he was mildly surprised to see her image remained, though indeed the lights had appeared to be knocked out entirely, along with everything else...except his PC!

"What the fuck?" he asked himself. But it was the stunned, bewildered expression on Chris's face that alerted him more was going on than met the eye.

He typed, "Chris?"

For a moment or two, she merely sat there staring at him.

"Chris?" he typed again in capital letters, indicating he was worried about her.

She sat there, shook her head as though trying to clear it, then reached for the keypad and typed back a response.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

For a second, Steve didn't know how to respond. He figured she must have seen the blinding white light on her end, somehow affecting her vision perhaps as weirdly as it had affected his own.

"I think...the house just got hit by a lightning strike," he told her.

"No, not that," Chris responded back immediately. "Something else...something really weird that I'm not sure I can explain."

"What do you mean?"

She laughed, "LOL, for a second there, I could have sworn I felt your finger slip inside my pussy," she told him. "Really, it felt just like someone had," she added still looking bewildered as she sat there typing to him.

"Don't I wish," he told her. "Odd though...all the lights are out, and even the clock on the VCR is off. Yet, my PC seems to still have juice. Pretty strange. I guess the lightning affected some things, and not others."

Steve took a moment to look about, perplexed as even the clock radio, which shared the same bank of electrical outlets, as his PC wasn't working at the moment either. He turned back to face his computer screen. Chris's wild-eyed expression still having not changed much.

"You think I'm crazy don't you?" she asked.

"About my finger? You feeling like someone...me, actually touched you?"

"Yes!"

Once again Steve typed. "I really wish I could touch you Chris, I'd give anything to actually be able to do that!"

"Tell me. What were you doing the second before the lightning hit?" she typed.

"Doing?" he asked himself leaning forward towards the keypad in response.

"LOL, I was touching the screen with my fingers, wishing that I could touch you," he told her.

Steve leaned back, Chris's expression curious as she sat there looking back at him, unmoving, obviously thinking.

"Touch it again," she typed. "But wait one...let me do something."

Steve sat there as Chris adjusted herself. He watched as Chris leaned towards the screen, one of her magnificent full breasts pressing against it tantalizingly. 

"Now, touch it again," she asked him.

Steve laughed to himself. Though the image of that taut hard nipple pressing against the screen was enough of a temptation to actually do so. As he did, he felt a prickle of electricity seize the tips of his fingers, not unlike the shock of static electricity after walking in stocking feet across the carpet.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed to himself, yanking his hand away in abject surprise.

Chris moved away from the screen, typing.

"You said shit!" she said typing in capital letters. "I heard you say shit! But not only that...I felt your fingers on my nipple!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Not possible!" Steve thought. "Not fucking possible!" Yet, he too had felt something beyond the electrical current. Only briefly before taking his hand away, but as he sat there, he could have sworn he had indeed touched flesh. Her flesh.

"Ok, this is weird," he typed back a moment later. "Not sure what I felt...electrical current I think," he stated trying to explain the unexplainable to himself.

"Weird isn't the word I'd use," Chris said. "And like I said, I heard you say shit too! You did didn't you?" she typed.

Steve wasn't sure. Wasn't sure if he'd actually said it out loud, or thought it. Either way, how could Chris know he had?

"Maybe you read my lips," he told her.

"How could I?" she replied. I wasn't looking at the computer screen. I had my tits pressed against it!" she reminded him.

He sat back thinking about that. She had a point. "How could she?" he asked himself.

"Ok, lets try it the other way around," he told her. "You try touching me."

Steve stood, his only semi-erect cock in hand as he moved forward, placing the tip of it against his screen. No longer able to see her as he stood, he closed his eyes, felt the tingle of electrical charge suddenly envelope him. And though it wasn't at all painful, it was mildly stinging, though that quickly went away. He stood...feeling a bit foolish until the sensation, or what felt like the sensation of someone's hand reaching to surround him brought him back to his senses. He nearly stepped away from the screen.

"Can you feel this?" he heard Chris asking.

Which is when Steve DID step away. He HAD heard her! Heard her distinctly, just as though talking to her on the phone...or even more so, in person!

Looking back at the screen, Chris was smiling in wild-eyed wonder.

Steve typed, "Did you ask me if I could feel that?"

Chris shook her head telling him not to do it that way. She reached up, her finger touching the screen, touching him from her end. He followed suit, doing the same, and though she sat away from him in her chair, it was enough to reach out as though he were touching her across the room. The electrical charge once again running up his fingers, but the feel of it quickly went away as he maintained his contact.

"Can you hear me?" Chris asked, without speaking, without moving her lips.

"YES!" Steve replied talking to her with his mind, hearing her as clearly had she been sitting in the room with him.

"What the hells going on?" he heard, sensed her asking him.

"I don't know, but whatever the hells happened, this is fucking great!"

Steve closed his eyes, felt the contact somehow sharpen, focus. In his minds eye, he could see her sitting there, he envisioned reaching towards one of her breasts, his finger landing lightly atop the exposed nipple, circling it tenderly. He felt the touch, felt the softness of her skin, and heard a clearly audible sigh of pleasure.

"Don't stop!" she whispered magically. "Oh fuck that feels nice!" Chris added.

Chris had gone from being near two dimensional, to three. But even stranger was the fact he could now see his own arm extending towards her as though actually being there in the room with her. It wasn't exactly of flesh and bone, yet the touch was as real as it could be. But his arm appeared to be glowing, somewhat translucent, shimmering yet firm. Looking down at himself as though he were there, he saw his entire body in the same golden glow, featured, as he knew his face must look had he actually been standing there.

"Close your eyes," he told her. "Focus on me, focus on the sense of touch, see me with your minds eye."

Chris did so.

"What do you see?" he asked. "Can you...see me?"

Her eyes popped back open. "You were glowing!" she told him. "As am I!"

"Close your eyes again, just focus on that...on us."

Steve felt Chris shiver. Felt the pleasured involuntary response as he leaned forward capturing one of her thick long nipples between his lips, sucking it.

"Oh my!" Chris moaned shaking once again. Steve felt the touch of her hands suddenly surrounding his neck, pressing him against her, toying with his hair as he continued to tease, manipulate, and caress that glorious nipple with his lips.

"What the fuck is happening?" he heard her asking.

"I don't know...but don't worry about it, just go with it. Whatever's happening, I want to enjoy it for as long as we possibly can!"

"Yes! Yes!" Chris agreed, "Then lick me Steven!" she said using his more formal name. "Lick my pussy while I can still feel you doing it!" she admonished him.

Steve could see himself sliding down before her, as though actually kneeling before her on the floor as she sat in her chair. She spread her legs obscenely for him, wantonly, lustfully her hands even going so far as to spread her pussy lips a part for him, revealing her hard swollen clitoris even more fully than he'd seen earlier.

Steve speared the outer folds of her tender slit. Felt the heat of her moisture, the slippery texture of her cream as it coated the tip of his tongue. He lingered there, allowing the dance of his tongue and lips to explore the fullness of her, feeling her shudder excitedly as he did.

"Oh fuck...fuck me!" Chris wailed uncontrollably.

"Not yet, but soon!" Steve responded back. "Before whatever this is goes away," he added. "But right now, I want to enjoy tasting you, licking you, sucking your clit!"

He continued to do so, though one hand now returning to her breast, the hardness of her nipple rolling between the tips of his fingers while he licked, sucked, and nibbled the folds of her flesh and the hard nubbin of her sex. Steve now used his remaining hand to slip first one, then two fingers inside her. He heard her gasp, heard her cry of pleasured acceptance as his fingers penetrated her fully, moving slowly in and out of her ever increasing moisture. Steve could even hear the slippery, mushy sounds as Chris's pussy began to froth in rapturous desire. The squish-squish-squish of her cunt singing to him as his fingers worked in and out of her tight, pulsating quim. His lips continuing to kiss, his tongue now rapidly fluttering against the tiny shaft of her female prick

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck Steve! Oh fuck...fuck...fuck!" Chris was near screaming now. He knew she was on the edge, purposely keeping her there, alternating the contact of tongue to clit, the force, pressure and speed so that she could not gage, nor coax him along to completion before he was willing to allow her to go there, and share it with her.

"Now...please now!" she begged deliriously. "Please Steve please! Make me come! Let me come!" she amended, knowing full well that he was indeed the one in charge of her ecstasy.

Steve slid both fingers inside Chris's cunt fully. Walking them gently against the upper edge of her super-sensitive fuck tunnel as though finding the very back of some mysterious cavern wall. He drew her clit upwards between his lips, holding it there, gently sucking it with a continued pressure, though somehow rubbing the surface of its tip with his tongue simultaneously.

Chris exploded. There was no other way to describe it. Like a chain reaction of atoms suddenly bouncing off one another, the near cataclysmic eruption of pleasure threatened to rob her of all sense of sanity, reality. And for a time...it had.

When she at last recovered, it was to the sensation of Steve's hands gently, softly caressing her flesh from head to toe. Every traced outline of his finger-tips however, leaving a lingering tingle of electricity that burned intimately, pleasurably for a moment before dissipating like the vapor trails of jet in flight.

"My turn!" Chris said wickedly.

Steve saw himself sitting back, somehow landing within the comfort of his own chair. Chris now on the floor before him, her hands already seeking him out, grasping his firmness as though to assure themselves that his touch was real, that his firmness was real and not simply some figment of her now heightened imagination.

Even the touch of her hands as they surrounded his shaft was exquisite. It had been too long already since he'd even been with a woman. But as pleasurable as her soft hands felt as they gently coaxed his super-sensitive skin up and down his shaft, was nothing in comparison to the overwhelming sensation as Chris's mouth suddenly and fully engulfed him.

"Sweet holy fucking shit!" Steve cried out gasping, his breath momentarily stolen from him as Chris peeled his prick like a monkey with a banana.

The expertise of her tongue, the pressure of her lips as she captured, then drew,, then released before recapturing the head of his prick again was beyond anything he had ever sensed or felt before.

He felt the softness of her hand as it palmed the firmness of his balls. Felt the gentle edge of her fingernail as it dragged daintily, across the opening of his ass, probing, not quite entering as she toyed with him there, all the while her lips playing the flute of his sex expertly in ways he had never imagined.

Chris sucked him, maddeningly so for a moment. Her lips and mouth furiously assaulting him until slowing, torturously as she drew him in and out of her lips, from the tip of his tiny-eye slitted crown to the base of his now swollen ball sack. Over and over again, changing the rapidity and motion, easing the pressure, and then increasing it either slowly or fast. Steve's mind went wild with the pleasure of it, her own expertise in dangling him above the precipice of orgasmic delight just as precariously as he'd done for her. Sure that at any moment he would involuntarily spill his seed, filling her mouth with his essence without the willpower or ability to stop himself from doing so.

"I need to fuck you!" he somehow managed to say. "Please Chris please! Before whatever this is goes away, or ends. I need to know what it's like to be inside you. I need to feel my cock inside your pussy!" he found himself begging her.

Reluctantly then, she released him. Crawling upwards into his lap, the magnificence of her breasts now well within easy reach of his lips. He took one. Placing his hand tenderly upon the other, tweaking her nipple, once again feeling her involuntary shudder just as she slid her hot swollen cunt over the length of his cock, impaling herself fully and completely.

They fucked. Moving together as one. Slowly at first, relishing in the exquisite indescribable sensations of passion driven lust that now consumed them both. The pearly coating of her cream washing his prick in abundance, the knob of his prick bubbling out its own lubrications to further coat and kiss the passage of her overheated desire. They moved as one, coming together, their tempo slowly, gradually increasing until the same sounds and pleasured music he had heard and made with his fingers earlier began to rise into a crescendo of symphonic harmony as Chris's pussy began to gush in pre-orgasmic release, the sounds of her wetness as well as his, now splattering against them both in a fine tiny spray of velveteen sweetness.

"Come! Come with me!" Steve urged, the feel of his pending explosion already pressurizing his prick to the point of boil over.

"Let it go!" Chris shot back immediately. "Fill my pussy with your cum baby! Squirt it in me, let me feel you spending that thick delicious cum juice inside my cunt!"

Steve felt Chris's cunt suddenly spasm. Felt it tighten around and about him like a vise as the pulsations of her climax began, causing his own to sky-rocket up the length of his shaft until he was filling her with his creamy nectar, her pussy continuing to milk each and every drop from him with each continued spastic contraction of her own. So much so, he felt their combined juices mingling, and then pouring forth from whatever avenue of escape they could find. Deliciously erotic, naughty, decadent noises that sounded almost embarrassing, yet continued to heighten their continued pleasures as his spunk and hers, now joined, flowed from the depths of her femininity, bathing them both.

Long before their breathing had returned to normal, Steve leaned over to kiss her deeply, lovingly. But before he could, before his lips came within a hairs breath of hers, the lights came back on. Vaporizing instantly, in the twinkling of an eye her golden shimmering form spun off into a million tiny sparkling motes of electricity. Steve sat there staring at his now vacant dark computer screen, the faint odor of burned boards and circuitry assailing his nostrils. He could only sit staring at his obviously destroyed computer, which was what he was still doing when the phone rang.

"Chris?" he answered questioning.

"Yes!" she replied excitedly. "By the way, my PC's toast," she told him.




Virtual Reality



"Yeah, mine too. Fried," he said with half a laugh, still not sure if all that had happened had been real, or some imagined fantasy brought about by the likes of the eerie violent storm.

"No one would ever believe us," Chris finally responded after a few shared moments of silence.

"Not in a million years!" Steve agreed. "Hell Chris, I'm not sure that even I believe it, and yet...you experienced it right along with me. Unless I'm sitting here dreaming all this of course."

"But then I'd have to be dreaming it along with you," she said laughing into the receiver. "And yet...how could it have?" she wondered, the awe in her voice clearly heard.

"I don't know, perhaps we'll never know. Never understand what it was that happened, or how it happened, or why. Only that it did. And that we shared something uniquely special that perhaps no one else ever has, or ever will."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Just make sure that next time it starts to thunder or lightning again, you get a hold of me immediately!" she giggled on her end of the line.

Outside, the freak violent storm was already retreating across the horizon. The winds no longer blew, the rains no longer pouring. Only the calm peaceful silence of a summer's refreshment remained, that, and a golden glowing rainbow of spectacular color splitting the night's setting sun. 



Virtual Reality



"And so that's all there is to it, Mr. Cooper. It's all completely free. For now, anyway."

The young man smiled, his blond hair stringy, unwashed. Pimples dotted his cheeks, and he continually pushed his silver, wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Mike doubted the guy could have been more than twenty. So this was Jon Chamberlinne, inventor extraordinaire? He wasn't impressed.

"How did you come to learn about my, uhh, services, anyway, Mr. Cooper?" Chamberlinne went on.

Mike swallowed, said, "My friend told me about it. Roy, you probably remember him? Well, he said you created the most amazing thing he ever saw. He said the only reason you haven't gone public with it yet is because you needed to test it out more. I guess that means you're looking for a few guinea pigs."

Chamberlinne laughed, a high-pitched sound that reminded Mike of a skittish squirrel scolding a passerby. "That's as apt a manner to put it as any other. I can't market this software until I know it works, absolutely. And I also need to make sure it's safe. There may be risks involved."

"Risks?"

"Sit down, Mr. Cooper."

Chamberlinne motioned toward a cheap-looking swivel chair. Mike sat in it. He might as well get comfortable, since he'd probably be here for a while. He had to admit, this wasn't exactly the way he pictured the lair of a would-be wizard inventor. Chamberlinne's small apartment had few furnishings, piles of unwashed clothes littered the floor, the remains of a leftover frozen pizza were strewn on the kitchen counter, and the overhead light didn't work. They sat in lamp light, which Mike supposed was for the best anyway. He didn't exactly want to see Chamberlinne's acne-covered face any clearer than he had to.

Suddenly there was a shout coming from above. A woman's voice, screaming at someone to go to hell.

"Don't mind the Hansons," Chamberlinne said. "They fight every night. This is nothing. They're just getting started."

A man's voice, hoarse, sounding liquored up, yelled back, telling the unseen woman to go fuck herself, because he sure wasn't going to do the honors. 

"Charming," Mike said. "He doesn't physically abuse her, does he?"

Chamberlinne snorted. "Hell, no. All they do is yell. It's harmless shit. Kind of distracting when I first moved in here. But you know, you adjust. You get used to stuff."

Mike shrugged, nodded. He hoped he'd get used to the Hansons in a hurry. If he didn't, they'd ruin the whole thing. He wanted to get the most out of this invention he had heard so much about. Roy had been his friend for ten years. He wasn't the sort of guy to exaggerate, so when he told Mike that he had to get his ass over Jon Chamberlinne's and try out his new application . . . well, he was very intrigued. And from what Roy had said, the more you could concentrate, the more you could lose yourself in the virtual game, the better the experience would be. 

"Your friend was right about that," Chamberlinne said. "It's the kind of thing where . . . you get out of it what you put into it." From upstairs, Mike heard Mrs. Hanson tell her husband that he had a small dick and didn't know how to use it, to which Mr. Hanson demanded to know whose dick she was comparing his to. Was she cheating on him? Chamberlinne shook his head. "She says he has a small pecker every night. Don't know why he acts so flabbergasted at this point. He should be used to it by now."

Mike couldn't care less how big Mr. Hanson's dick was. Besides, that was an area he didn't need to feel inferior about. Mike wielded a solid eight inches of man-meat. Thick, too. That was one of the reasons he wanted to try this whole invention thing out. He was confident in his abilities to attract and seduce women.

"Anyway," Chamberlinne went on, "the application is completely unpredictable. No results are predetermined. So, the more you allow yourself to experience what it has to offer, the more mental energy you exert, the better your chances will be. After all, I'm well aware why you're here. It's the same reason millions of guys will want to purchase my baby once it's ready for the market. To have the opportunity to fuck any fictional female creation is too good to pass up."

"Yeah, see that's the thing, though," Mike said. "Having a chance to fuck any fictional character? How is that possible? I mean, how can your application know every fictional female character?"

Chamberlinne smiled. Upstairs, the Hansons continued with their war of words. Now Mr. Hanson was calling his wife fat. "Okay. Perhaps I am guilty of hyperbole. Let me rephrase. My application has every female creation of any repute. Obscure creations aren't included. Some of them will be, in time, as I expand the database. But for now, I think you will find that your choices are expansive enough. There are over two thousand female characters to choose from. And, as I mentioned, that number grows by the day."

Mike let out a breath, glanced at the remains of Chamberlinne's frozen pizza on his kitchen counter. The apartment was so small, nearly every square foot of it could be scanned from where he sat. 

"Well, I don't need to look at your list. I know who I want. You do have June Cleaver available, I hope."

Chamberlinne let out a hearty laugh. "Naturally. How could I not? I wouldn't mind taking a crack at her myself, when I have the chance."

"You mean, you haven't even tried your own invention out for yourself?"

"I can't. What if something goes wrong? What if I get stranded? I can't chance it until I know all risks have been eliminated."

Mike didn't like the sound of that. It was the second time Chamberlinne had used the word "risks." What risks was he referring to?

"Well, consider," Chamberlinne said, again thumbing his wire-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I fed my database with as much pertinent information as humanly possible. I've spent much, much time researching for this project, Mr. Cooper. Every day, fifteen hours a day, for three years. Family life? What's a family? I am a . . . devoted . . . practitioner of my craft." Based on his unwashed hair, zits, crappy apartment, Mike didn't doubt it. This guy obviously was the obsessive type. "That said, I want my application to be a free-flowing system. That is, I can feed it everything I possibly can about all of the fictional characters I include. But in the end, the application, not me, will decide what happens."

Mike didn't understand, and it seemed that Chamberlinne read the confusion on his face. 

"Put another way," the inventor said, "I can 'create' June Cleaver, but I cannot know what she will do once a scenario plays out. The application 'knows' her based on the data I feed it, but then it freely chooses to do what it will with said data based on the situation she is placed in. So . . . let's say you use my application, meet June Cleaver. I have no idea what will happen, Mr. Cooper. Perhaps she'll fuck you seven ways to Sunday. Perhaps that naughty, repressed side of her I'm sure you want to unleash will explode all over your erect cock. Or, perhaps, she'll slam the door in your face, call the police, or, worse . . ." he paused, for dramatic effect . . . "call Ward."

Mike laughed. You didn't want an angry Ward Cleaver coming after your hide. But that also brought up an interesting point. "You said you created just female characters, though," Mike said. "If that's the case, then how can Ward even be anywhere in your application?"

"You have a quick mind, Mr. Cooper," Chamberlinne said. "I like that." Upstairs, Mrs. Hanson threatened to slice off Mr. Hanson's sorry excuse of a dick if he didn't quit calling her fat. "Think of my application as a world unto itself. Like a dream world, or, in this case, a virtual world. The application knows everything June Cleaver knows. Therefore, it creates the people she knows. If you knock on her door, make a pass at her, she certainly will be able to call old Ward to the rescue, and he certainly might show up. Her entire world, everything she knows and feels and dreams and fears and aspires to, is included in my application."

Mike had to admit, it sounded awfully impressive. Still, what about the risks? Chamberlinne hadn't really answered that.

Chamberlinne sat back in his chair, putting his fingertips together, forming a hand-tent. "Well, Mr. Cooper, as I said, once you enter into my application, it becomes a world unto itself. Anything can happen. And even though it isn't 'real,' per se, it will seem real to you. You will honestly believe you are there, with June Cleaver. So, for example, if Ward comes around and decides to gun you down with a rifle, you will die in the application, correct?"

Mike nodded. Yeah, a rifle shot from Ward would likely do him in.

"But the application will feel so real to you, Mr. Cooper. Just as if you were really living it. Or, in the scenario just mentioned, as if you were really dying. And because of that, I can't be sure what the risks are. It might prove too much for you. It is not inconceivable that your heart will cease beating. You will believe, in your mind, that you are dead. Every fiber of your being will believe that, Mr. Cooper. And so I am not sure what will happen. It is entirely possible that your virtual death might carry over to your actual death. And that is why, if you wish to proceed, I must have you sign this release form." He reached into his pocket, took out a folded slip of paper. "I don't mean to be overly dramatic, Mr. Cooper. I just need to protect myself. You know, just in case."

Mike swallowed. Was it possible? Could he really be putting himself in potential harm's way simply by virtually trying to get in June Cleaver's pants? 

He took the slip of paper, unfolded it, read it. It was simple and to the point. He thought about getting up and getting the hell out of there. But Roy had gone in, tested the application, got lucky with Kelly Bundy. He'd said that was easy. Kelly was more than ready to get it on. And besides, where else could he ever try out anything like this? No way would Ward barge in on him and June with a shotgun. Even if he did, he just couldn't believe he was putting himself, his real self, in any danger. It was a risk worth taking, especially now, while Chamberlinne was still just field-testing his application. After all, it was free.

He signed the document, handed it back. Chamberlinne smiled. "You're adventurous, Mr. Cooper. I like that. Now . . . is there anything else you'd like to know before you get started?"

"Just . . . why did you create only fictional characters? Why June Cleaver and not Barbara Billingsley?"

"Ahh, I thought you might ask that. Your friend . . . Roy, was it? . . . He didn't ask me anything. He just wanted in." Mike smiled. Good old Roy. He had wanted in, all right. In Kelly Bundy's dripping pussy. Come to think of it, that didn't sound half-bad. After seeing how things went with June, maybe he should take a crack at Kelly, too. "You see, again, my application is very real, Mr. Cooper. You'll see what I mean when you enter. I didn't want to use real people, because who knows what kinds of consequences might ensue. If you, for instance, were to meet Barbara Billingsley in my virtual world, you might come away truly believing you had met her. That could have implications neither of us would foresee. So it is better, wiser, to deal with fantasy. In this case, Barbara Billingsley will not exist, just as Christina Applegate did not exist for your friend Roy. Only Kelly Bundy did. When you meet June Cleaver, she will think of herself as June Cleaver, you see? She will be June Cleaver. Completely. She will not have any concept of who Barbara Billingsley is. Any further questions? Or are you ready to proceed?"

Mike thought of June Cleaver's sassy little smile, the way she would ooze a repressed sexuality in her every movement. He knew Ward wasn't taking care of her as a woman. He always believed that, underneath, June was a frustrated housewife who just wanted some excitement in her life. Well, he would come to her rescue. He was more than ready.

Chamberlinne swiveled his chair, woke up his PC, and opened the application. He clicked on a few icons, and then asked Mike to take the driver's seat.

"This will feel like something out of a 1950s grade-B sci-fi," Chamberlinne said, "but I need to connect the application to your brain. Don't worry. You won't feel a thing."

He took two wires from the PC, attached them to Mike's temples, one on either side. They had something like a suction cup on the end, and they stuck easily to his head. Chamberlinne had been right. This did feel like a '50s sci-fi movie.

"Now what?" Mike asked. What do I do?" Upstairs, more yelling, but things finally seemed to be quieting down. 

"Nothing, Mr. Cooper. The application will do everything for you. All you need to do is concentrate, participate actively in the scene you're about to enter. Think of June Cleaver, home alone, in her nice, suburban home. That's where you're headed, Mr. Cooper. You need to think of what to say, how to seduce her. Just as you would if this were 'real.' And now, close your eyes, concentrate. I will just need to do one more thing. There. Good luck, Mr. Cooper. This test will proceed for two hours. Make the most of them. . . ."

Mike heard a faint click, and then he felt as though he were floating away, becoming disembodied. Everything went black. And then, sunlight filtered into his field of vision. He could feel its warmth. He could . . . he could feel his feet moving. He looked down. He was walking! He was in a new housing development. Mayfield! That's right. He was here to meet June Cleaver. Well, not just to meet her, but he'd get to the next part later. For now, he needed to get his bearings, orient himself. Which was her house?

Somehow he just knew. He approached a spotless white cape with a spotless white picket fence. 485 Mapleton Drive. Yes. Something about the address sounded familiar. This was the one, all right. He realized, too, that his senses needed time to adjust. He was accustomed to seeing Beaver's world in black and white. But here, now, everything was three-dimensional and in color. And as each minute passed, he felt less like he was in a virtual place and more like he was in reality, period. It was weird, and yet . . . he felt as if this were actually happening. . . .

He needed to think, though. He couldn't just knock on June Cleaver's door and barge in and assault her. He had to come up with an angle. Maybe he could be a salesman. No, that wouldn't swim. He had nothing to sell, nothing to peddle. But maybe that wasn't true. What about something like air-conditioning? Did the Cleavers have it? He couldn't recall, but he doubted it. If this was circa 1957 he was now a part of, air-conditioning wouldn't have been so prevalent yet. And, based on the looks of the house, the Cleavers sure had money to spare. Why sweat in the summer? Make your life easier with a little AC!

He liked it. It should at least get him in the door, anyway.

He arrived on the front step. He took a breath. This was unbelievable! He was about to ring the bell and June Cleaver herself, in living color, would be the woman to greet him. Already he could feel the first faint stirrings of an erection.

Without pausing to think, without allowing himself a chance to chicken out, he pressed the doorbell. Within seconds the door opened, and there she was. A smile on her face, her short hair perfectly in place, conservative earrings, beaded necklace, and wearing a pastel dress, knee-length, with the sleeves reaching down to her elbows. The very picture of the prim and proper housewife of the 1950s. And every bit as sexy as he had hoped.

"Hello," she said, still smiling. He could smell a hint of perfume on her. Not much. Just enough to tease. "What can I do for you?"

Hehe. A loaded question, that. She could do a lot of things for him, and she would, too, if he just went about this the right way.

"Hello, ma'am. Have you heard of the Prescott Air Conditioning Company?" he asked. Prescott? Where had he come up with that? He nearly laughed, which would have wrecked everything. 

Her smile faded, and the door closed just a little. "Why, no, sir, I never have. But if you're here to sell something, maybe if you could come back this evening? My husband is usually home by five-thirty, and maybe you and he can—"

Mike held up a hand. "Ma'am, I promise. This will only take a minute. If you'll just let me tell you a little bit about the product my company provides. I mean here it is, the middle of May, and it's already such a warm day. I'll bet you get some real scorchers around here in July. Well, why sweat, ma'am? My company can install an air-conditioning system that will keep your entire family comfortable."

The door closed a little further. Her smile was completely gone now. "Well, that's very nice, sir. But my husband should be the one who decides. Now, if you'll please excuse me . . .?"

Think fast! Think fast! "Umm . . . well, what would you say if I guaranteed you a free trial? We can install the coolant system completely for free, and you can try it out for free for ninety days. If not completely satisfied, we'll come back and dismantle everything."

The door opened up a little. A hint of a smile returned to her wholesome features. "Well . . . you're right, of course. It does get hot here in summer. And if it's a free trial . . . You wouldn't actually install anything right now, would you? I still think my husband should make the final decision."

Mike smiled. His ploy was working. If he could just get inside the door, that's all that mattered. "Of course, ma'am. We won't do anything until we get his approval. But if I may . . . I'd just like to look around your home. It'll only take a moment, ma'am. I just want to see where the best place to install the unit would be."

She hesitated, but then opened the door wide. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in that." God, she was sexy. The way she moved, smiled. She was a sexpot underneath that prim 1950s suburban veneer. He knew it, could smell it, sense it. He'd always suspected it, but now, standing right with her, he no longer had any doubt. 

He entered the house, and she closed the door behind him. The stairway that he'd seen Beaver climb a hundred times on TV was directly in front of him. And that was good. Better to take her upstairs, where they would be less likely to be disturbed by a chance knock on the door or the telephone ringing.

He told her that because upstairs rooms tended to be hotter than downstairs rooms, he would like to check for a place to install the unit upstairs. He just hoped she didn't ask him any questions about the "unit." He couldn't even visualize what he was supposed to be selling.

She led him up the stairs, and he admired her shapely ass, the way it swayed beneath the fabric of her skirt. Did she realize how sexy she was? Or did it just come naturally to her? He couldn't wait to experience the sexpot hidden beneath the layers of clothing, the etiquette of her social circle. She would be begging him to fuck her within ten minutes, if he could just play his cards right.

"Hmm," he said, eyeing the master bedroom. "I think this room looks like the most appropriate location. I hope you're not embarrassed, ma'am, if I go into your bedroom?"

A blush touched her cheeks. She fiddled with her hair. "Of course not," she said. 

He approached the bed. It was now or never. "Tell me, miss . . . well, first of all, I would rather not keep calling you 'miss.' If I may be so bold, ma'am, what's your name?"

"June," she said. "June Cleaver."

He felt a wave of unreality wash over him. June Cleaver. Right here, in the flesh. And yet she had no idea what a celebrity she was. In her mind, she was just an average stay-at-home 1950s mom. But in his mind, she was a star, and first-rate MILF material. 




Virtual Reality



He extended a hand, and she shook it, her grip light, feminine. "Good to meet you, June. My name is Mike. Mike Cooper. And now, that we've been properly introduced . . . I do need to ask you, you understand . . . we need to know our customers very well before we can install the unit. Because each family's needs, each marital couple's needs, are unique, depending on their situation."

She threw him a puzzled look.

"What I mean is . . . and this is kind of embarrassing, but . . . you see, if you and your husband have a fantastic sex life, then the unit would make even more sense right here, in your bedroom. That would just solidify my initial diagnosis of where to place it. So . . . do you, June?"

She gasped, blushed again, her hands coming to her cheeks. "Mr. Cooper, I'm sorry, but that's none of your business. Maybe you should leave."

"You know, June," he soldiered on, "I also asked because, well, you just have a certain look about you."

Her mouth dropped open. "W-what are you talking about?"

He smiled. "Well . . . you look, how can I say this? Needy. You look like a woman whose husband doesn't take care of her."

"Mr. Cooper, I'll have you know that my Ward is the sweetest, kindest . . . Oh, why am I telling you any of this? Please leave."

Mike sat down on the bed. "I'm not denying that your husband—Ward—is a great guy, or that he doesn't take care of things financially. Looking at all this . . ." he swept his arms around in a wide arc . . . "it's obvious that he's loaded. But that's not the type of taking-care-of that I'm talking about. When was the last time he brought you to an orgasm, June? When was the last time he made love to you so well, you thought you were going to explode?"

"Mr. Cooper!" It appeared to him that she nearly fainted, dead on the spot. "How dare you! My Ward is perfectly satisfactory. He . . ." She paused, her cheeks the color of wild roses.

"Just what I thought," Mike said, getting up. He approached the bedroom door, shut and locked it. "Perfectly satisfactory. You probably haven't had a real, powerful orgasm in years, June. I mean, a perceptive guy can see that, just looking at you. Who knows? Maybe Ward has never made you cum. Not once. Either way, you're a woman with a need, and I'm the guy who can fulfill that need."

She just stood there, like a deer frozen in the proverbial headlights. He walked up to her, kissed her ear. Then he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently rubbed it. Meanwhile, he now was kissing her neck, soft, feathery, a prelude of what was to come.

Something like a moan escaped her lips, he was sure of it. But then the spell broke, and she darted for the door.

He caught her, held her in his arms.

"Let me go!" she said. "I'm a married woman, don't you understand? And besides, I . . . I . . ."

"You're not that type of girl. That's what you were going to say, wasn't it, June? You're not the kind of girl who necks on a first date, or, God forbid, has sex with a guy when you first meet him. No, you're more the hearts and flowers type, right? A long courtship. Maybe some innocent kissing, a caress or two, some cock-teasing, but no loosening of clothes, no real pleasuring of each other. Well, you know what I say? Bullshit! Bullshit. You may pretend to be all of that, June, but deep down, underneath your façade, you are a sex-kitten, aren't you? And you want me right now, don't you? You want a man who can fuck you like the slut you really are, treat you like a beautiful, sexy woman for a change instead of a middle-aged housewife. From everything I can gather, June, your Ward can barely get it up. And you are yearning to know what it feels like to really be fucked by a man who knows what he's doing, and who knows what kind of woman you really are, beneath all the phony bullshit. Now you look me in the eye, and tell me I'm wrong."

This was the moment. He had her by the wrists, he was staring her down, demanding the truth. She met his gaze, looked down. She couldn't deny it. And right then and there, he knew. He had her.

"Get on the bed," he said.

She shook her head. 

"Go," he said, and slapped her ass.

She squealed. "Please," she said. "Please leave. I . . . I am . . ."

"You are a sex-starved little slut? Is that what you were going to say, June? You be honest with me. I'm not a member of your sewing circle, or the PTA. I won't put up with your phony shit. You tell it like it is with me."

"Yes!" she said. "I admit it. Ward doesn't . . . he . . . he's just not interested in pleasing me . . . that way. I have things I'd like to try, but he won't hear of any of them. So, I don't even talk to him about any of it anymore. I just . . . when he wants to make love, I just lie there and he cums in five minutes and then he goes to sleep."

"Missionary every time, am I right?" Mike asked.

She nodded.

"I bet you'd like it doggy, or you might want to be on top, hmm?"

"Please go." She was flushed, and little beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

"Get on the bed, June. You know you want me. You can't pretend you don't. I'll fuck you the way you've always wanted it. And what will it hurt? No one will ever know. And maybe you can feel a little happier for a while. All the work you do around here, you deserve some fun."

Remarkably, this seemed to resonate with her. She sat down on the bed. She was shaking, despite the warmth of the day, the stuffiness of the room. All of the windows were closed, which was fine with him. The stuffier it was, the more she would sweat.

He took off his shirt, and she gasped. He kept himself in good shape, and her reaction to his physique perked up his hard-on, which was beginning to stiffen considerably. But he didn't stop there. He unzipped his jeans, yanked them off, and then, before she could utter a word, he slipped out of his briefs.

There he stood, completely naked, his dick half-erect. He noticed that her eyes were on his crotch, unblinking, and in them he saw both fear and lust.

He approached her on the bed, stood before her.

"Touch me," he said. "I'm only halfway home. With your help, I'll get fully hard."

She didn't move, just sat there, staring at his dick. He reached for one of her perfectly manicured hands, and guided it to his dick. 

"There," he said. "Now stroke me, June. Jack me off. Make me hard for you."

Hesitantly, she began to move her small hand over his shaft. Slowly, her touch soft, she moved her hand up and down, up and down. Slowly but surely, she gained a little confidence, and her ministrations grew quicker, bolder. Until, moments later, he was fully erect, all eight inches of him staring her in the face.

She licked her lips. 

"How big is your husband, June?"

"Not this big," she said. She continued to caress his cock, unasked for. She was even starting to squeeze him and play with his head. She had a good touch. If she kept this up, she'd make him cum, just with a handjob. 

"You like my cock, don't you?"

She swallowed, continued stroking him. Then she nodded. He smiled. She was fully in now, no turning back. 

"Suck me."

Her mouth dropped open. "But I . . . I've never . . ."

It wasn't surprising. Not really. Still, he just had to know why. "Is that because you don't like to give head, or because old Ward doesn't want you to do it?"

She looked at the floor as she kept stroking him. The sight of her wedding ring, on the hand she was using to jack him off, nearly made him burst. But he managed to keep himself under control.

"Ward . . . thinks that only whores do that," she said softly. "I offered to do it for him after we were married, and he made me feel like a filthy tramp. I've never brought it up with him again."

"Well, I'm not Ward, thank God for you," Mike said. "So . . . suck me, June."

She hesitated, but then brought her head forward. She opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around his head.

"Good girl," he said. "Now . . . you just suck me like I'm an ice cream cone, okay? And just watch the teeth! Use your lips, not your teeth. And when I cum, I'll shoot my jism into your mouth, and you can swallow."

Her eyes opened wide at this, and she tried to pull her head back, but he had put his hands behind it, keeping her in place.

"Faster, June, I'm not made out of glass here."

She picked up the pace, and he was impressed. For a first-timer, she was a damn good cocksucker. And as he neared his orgasm, as his dick throbbed more and more in her warm mouth, he could sense that she was getting more aroused. She increased her speed another notch, and was beginning to moan.

At one point she released his shaft from her mouth and just sucked on his dickhead, licking it, making love to it with her lips and tongue. As he looked down, she met his eyes and gave him a coy smile. That did it. Here she was—June Cleaver, June fucking Cleaver!—giving him the blowjob of his life. He felt his juices racing through him, surging, surging. He was ready to erupt.

"Take me completely in your mouth, quick!" he told her, and she obeyed, puzzled.

Then he let loose. He hadn't remembered ever cumming harder. Streams of his cum shot into her mouth, and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

"Swallow, June," he told her, and she did, with a loud gulp. "How'd I taste?"

She smiled, drips of cum on her chin. "Not bad, Mike. Better than I thought you would."

Damn, she was really starting to relax. This was going to be even better than he'd dared to hope.

He told her to clean the cum off his cock-tip, and she obliged without complaint. When she was done cleaning him off, she licked the cum off of her chin.

"See what you missed all these years, because your husband was too uptight to offer you his dick?"

She blushed. 

"Now, it's time we really started having fun." He looked around the room. Somehow, taking her on Ward's bed creeped him out. Ahh. There was the ticket. A comfortable-looking armless chair in the corner. Above the chair, hanging on the wall, there was a picture of Ward and June cutting a piece of their wedding cake, years ago. 

He went to the chair, sat down in it. "Now, come to me, get on your knees, and suck me till I'm hard again." He couldn't remember how long he had here. That other world, the "real" world, seemed a long way off. This here seemed real to him now. June Cleaver was real. But in his mind, he still had a vague sense that he was on the clock, that he couldn't dick around—pun intended. Besides, he didn't even know what time it was here in Mayfield. For all he knew, Wally or the Beav might come crashing up the stairs at any moment, home from school.

She was eager, any pretense stripped away. She was on her hands and knees, squatting in front of him in a flash, and before he could say, "Ward Cleaver is a dickless dweeb," her lips were on his shaft again. He loved the way her ruby-red lipstick was leaving smear marks on his cock. Looking at her head bob and weave above his lap, he was struck by how attractive she was. He always had had a June Cleaver fetish, he freely admitted that. And he always thought she was cute. But now, here, in three-dimensional living color, she was really quite hot. And she had a damn slim figure. He was admiring it through her form-fitting, yet, simultaneously, wholesome dress.

The slurping sounds she made were priceless, and in under a minute he was rock hard again. "Okay, now take off your panties, June. But keep your dress on." It's not that he didn't want to see her naked, it's just, he wanted to take June Cleaver in her housedress. The idea of that, the sexiness of it, caused his dick to harden even a little more.

Her cheeks flushed red again. It was getting to seem like red was her natural skin tone. "Oh," she said. "I . . . I mean, I enjoyed doing, um, kissing your, your penis, Mike. But . . .I didn't think you actually really wanted to, to . . ."

"Oh, quit playing the shy housewife, June, and take those panties off. You know you want my dick buried in that neglected pussy of yours."

She gasped, obviously not used to hearing such language. But her arousal was ratcheting up. He could see that clearly. She wanted this. Badly.

She looked away, stood up, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. From his vantage point, he could see the dark wet circle staining the front of them. The little vixen was soaking wet.

"Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one who's excited at the thought of me fucking you," he said, eyeing her panty stain. "How often do you masturbate, June?"

"Oh, I . . ."

"Spare me the theatrics. Just answer the question. With Ward not taking care of you properly, how often do you bring yourself to the brink? Every week? Every day?"

She was staring a hole through the floor. 

"Multiple times per day?" he added.

She nodded. "Usually in the morning, after Ward and the kids leave, and then at night, I get up after Ward's asleep, and I . . . I play with myself in the bathroom."

He whistled. "Damn. You are a frustrated housewife, June. Well, no need for that anymore. You got a big, hard, hot dick waiting for you right here. Now come sit on it, and let me fuck you like you want it."

She came to him, and sat down on his lap, facing him.

"Turn around, baby," he said. "I want you in reverse."

She did as told, but this time she made sure to position herself just so. . . . The feeling of her sliding onto his dick was like being transported to paradise. She was sopping wet, her vagina tight but slippery. She moaned as she allowed him to enter her deeply, and then leaned back into his chest.

"You like that, June?"

"Mmmmmmmm," was all she could say.

He reached in front of her, cupped her breasts, encased within her bra and dress. He could deal with the dress, but he wanted no part of the bra. Luckily, her dress had buttons in the front. He undid them, then told her to take off her bra. She leaned forward, and obliged, as she continued to purr, his dick inside her to the hilt.

Now, her breasts available to him, he reached inside her open dress-front and cupped them, the flesh warm and soft. He squeezed, pinched, caressed, and she threw her head back.

"Ride me, June," he said. "Don't just sit there like a zombie. Put your feet on the floor and ride me like the skanky cowgirl you are."

She didn't need to be told twice. June Cleaver shifted her weight, balanced herself by grabbing onto the sides of the chair, and lifted herself up, nearly off his dick, and then came down gently onto him again, the friction of her vaginal walls rubbing against his shaft sending him closer to his second orgasm. 

She rose again, and he sank down into the chair. Then she came down again, and he rose up with his hips, and they joined together, his dick reaching far into her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She trembled, shook, moaned. 

Suddenly, she froze up.

"Hey, what's wrong, sexy?" he said. "You were doing so well."

She turned her head partly, glanced at him sideways. "I just realized. If you were to . . . impregnate me . . . I can't. . . We can't . . ."

"Don't worry about a thing, June. I can't get you, or anyone, pregnant. I had a vas . . ." He paused. Did they even do vasectomies in the '50s? He wasn't even sure. History had never been his best subject. Better to be vague. "Let's just say, I can't get you pregnant."

"You're not lying, are you, Mike?" she said. "I mean, you know, just to get me to . .. to . ."

"Fuck me like the little slut-vixen you are?"

She coughed, blushed, nodded.

"Well, June, take a look. You're already doing that. Look, I promise. The last thing I'd want to do is get you preggers. For my sake, too. I don't exactly want a married babe having my kid, y'know? So, Scout's honor. I am completely incapable of knocking you up. So just let yourself, go, June. Let out all of your repressed desires onto my cock."

That apparently was all she needed to hear. She began to ride him with gusto, bucking at the hips, moaning, grunting, her neck beading up with sweat. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she said.

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she said, "Ohh, yes!" He forced her head around, and he kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth. She reciprocated, and he was immediately stunned at her skills. June Cleaver was a great French-kisser! Her tongue danced in his mouth, wrestled his tongue for supremacy, probed and snaked about, looking to explore. He could hear her moaning in his mouth.

Finally she broke the kiss. "Oh dear, oh dear!" she said. "I always dreamed it could be this good, Mike! Oh, Ward never made me feel like this!"

He felt her body tense up, coiled like a thousands springs, and then she exploded, her hips jerking wildly, and she shrieked. Then she went limp, and he had to reach out and hold her, lest she fall forward onto the floor.

"Oh dear," she said. "Oh, Mike. . .. That was . . ."

"'Was' nothing, baby. We're not through here."

Now he wanted her naked. He told her to stand up and disrobe. This she did, without a murmur of protest. And when she stood before him, nude, he cursed Ward Cleaver in his mind. What a fucking loser. This woman was sexy! Her breasts were small, but her nipples perky, and her ass was tight and round. She had a small build, very petite, very attractive. She sported a nice tan, and her skin was flawless. She obviously took good care of herself. The only thing that bothered him was her untamed blonde bush. It looked like she had never shaved there, never even trimmed. He could appreciate the natural beauty of a woman, but his personal preference was for a shaved mound.

"Very nice, June," he said. "You are one sexy lady." Again she blushed. "Now, I'm going to get up, and I want you to kneel on the floor, and rest your elbows on the chair seat. It's time I take you from behind, baby."

She did as told, not a hint of resistance.

"Has Ward ever taken you doggy style? I mean, I know he's a missionary man. But, c'mon, is that all he's ever done? He's never done anything else?"

She shook her head. "Never."

He assumed the position behind her, grabbed her slim hips, and slid his way in. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Don't take this the wrong way, June, but I think your husband is an idiot. I mean here he is, with a blonde doll like you for a wife, and obviously a very kinky one at that, and he doesn't even take care of your most basic needs. That's pretty pathetic if you ask me."

He reached forward, cupped her left breast, pinched her nipple. She seemed to like that, as she moaned and said, "Ohhhh, yes. Oh dear."

Her ass, right before him, was a feast for his eyes. There was very little fat on her, but her ass was well shaped, and, considering her small frame, quite curvy. It was probably her most attractive feature. She had several beauty marks on her ass cheeks, and for some reason these drove him wild with lust and desire. 

He pulled his hand back, then drew it forward. Spank! She squealed. He spanked her again. "Mmmmmm." And again. "Ohhhhhh." 

"You like that, June?" But before she could answer, he let 'er rip again, this time a solid, hard slap. 

Her body jerked, and she said, "Oh dear, oh fuck!"

He nearly squirted right then and there. He had gotten June Cleaver to utter the F-word. He couldn't think of any greater satisfaction.

Now he really began to ram his way home. He was pounding her like a man possessed. And she was meeting his thrusts with her own. Every time he thrust into her, she pushed back hard with her hips. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, commingled with her moans and grunts. And he loved the way her beaded necklace hung down from her neck, swaying from side to side as she thrashed her head in her arousal.

"Oooooh, yes, ahhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, uggggggggggg," she said.

He felt himself getting close, and he rammed her even harder. Her vagina gripped him like silken pincers, her muscles tensed, and she came with a scream. That sent him over the edge, too, and he shot a healthy load of man-juice deep inside of her. 




Virtual Reality



"Oh dear," she said. "Oh dear, oh dear. I hope you were telling me the truth, Mike, about not getting me pregnant."

He slapped her ass again, stood up. "Lick me clean, June," he said, and a moment later she was on her hands and knees in front of him, his dick in her mouth.

When she stood up, he told her not to worry, he was as fertile as the Arctic in January. Then he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. She was still aroused, still ready for more, as she returned his kiss hungrily. But he knew he should go. He had gotten what he wanted. From this point forward, his presence might only cause trouble.

"Well, I need to get going, June. Thanks for a great time. When you play with your cunt tonight, you think of me, hear?"

She blushed, but she stood at ease, apparently comfortable in her nakedness. "Must you leave so soon, Mike?" She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again, making sure that she leaned in close so her small bare breasts brushed against him.

He reached around, spanked her ass again, then cupped it, kneading her cheeks. She moaned in his mouth as they kissed.

"Damn, you are one sex-starved little housewife," he said once they broke the kiss. "But I do need to go . . . for now."

She smiled. "Yes. Please come back to me. You need to do more check-ups for the air-conditioner installation anyway, right, Mike?"

Air-conditioner? What air-conditioner? Oh! Right! Sure, sure!

"Do me a favor, though, June," he said. "Between now and then, I want you to shave your bush, okay? Some guys like a forest down there. I'm not one of them. You'd look great with shaved pubes, June."

She looked down at her privates. "But . . . I've never . . ."

"So I noticed," he said. "Tell you what, babe. You leave it like it is. And the next time we get together, I'll shave it for you, deal? It'll be a part of the foreplay. I bet old Ward wouldn't know what foreplay is if it tried to fuck him right in the face. Am I right?"

She nodded, but he could tell she was still thrown by his plan to shave her. He would have loved to do the honors right now. But he should go.

Before he left, he took her bra, a granny-style affair—just what one would expect a woman like June Cleaver would wear.

"I want to keep this," he said. "As a souvenir. And I also want you to go braless the rest of the day. See if hubby even notices."

He put his clothes on, and so did she. They walked downstairs, to the front door.

She again put her arms around his neck and kissed him, giving him plenty of tongue.

"When's the last time you French-kissed your husband, baby?" he wanted to know.

"The next time will be the first," she said.

"Do it tonight, when he comes home from work, and lean into him so he can feel your braless tits. See what he does. Okay?"

She shrugged. "Well . . . why not?"

He smiled, and before she could kiss him again, he left.

Immediately he felt disoriented, as if his brain were being split apart, and he was immersed in darkness. Then, slowly, slowly, light, sound, yelling . . . Yelling? A woman's voice telling someone he had a small dick. A man's voice returning her insults with barbs of his own. The humming of a PC. And . . .

"Well, Mr. Cooper? How did it go?"

He blinked. Several times. And that's when Jon Chamberlinne came into focus. The stringy, unwashed hair, the zits, the wire-rimmed glasses. Yes. He had been using Chamberlinne's application. That's where he'd been all this time. God, it had felt so real. So real . . .

He felt something in his hands, looked down. A bra! A relic, something right out of the 1950s. But it was impossible. How could it be? And yet . . . there it was. June Cleaver's bra, in his grasp.

Even Chamberlinne appeared surprised. "Hmm, my invention seems even more impressive than I'd thought," he said. "The merging of the virtual, the fantasy, with the real seems to be complete. That is encouraging. And troubling. Consequences. Consequences. Perhaps I am playing with dynamite here, Mr. Cooper."

Mike let out a breath. "It was incredible, Chamberlinne. I tell you, it was fucking incredible! I was there! I mean, it's like it really happened!" He looked at the bra in his hands. "Hell, I guess, in a way, it did really happen! I fucked June Cleaver."

Chamberlinne laughed. "Glad to hear you were successful, Mr. Cooper. Care to visit that well again the next time?"

The next time. Did he really want to do this again? If he was able to bring her bra back, then maybe something terrible could happen to him while he was patrolling Jon Chamberlinne's virtual universe. Maybe he could be killed. Still, he was hooked now. Hooked. How could he stop now? He'd had a taste, a small drink. He wanted to gorge himself, feast on every fantasy woman he had ever lusted after. There would be a next time, all right. Many of them.

"I will be in the process of testing my application for some time yet," Chamberlinne went on. "You can come back and use it, free of charge, whenever you like, Mr. Cooper. Until I am ready to market it, I welcome your forays into my little fantasy world. Every time someone uses it, I can better grasp the principles at play here. But I must say, that bra you're holding certainly muddies things up a bit. Still a lot of testing needs to be done."

Upstairs, Mrs. Hanson slammed a door, Mr. Hanson screamed that she could go to hell, and then Mike heard frantic footsteps racing along the stairway outside the door.

"She usually leaves every night, at one point or another," Chamberlinne said. "She'll be back. So . . . do you want a repeat performance tomorrow evening, Mr. Cooper? Are you game? Willing to try this out again?"

"I'll be here," Mike said. "Count on it."



Virtual Reality



Joe stepped out of the office building into the welcoming sunlight. The warm sunshine put a smile on his face and instantly vanished any thoughts of work. It was Friday and his work day just ended so there was much to be happy about. As he walked along the sidewalk toward the parking lot his attention was quickly drawn to a beautiful blonde woman sitting on a bench along the walkway. She was dressed a more relaxed than the business men and women that were pouring out of the building. Her long slender legs and more than ample cleavage drew the attention of every man that walked by including Joe. He planned to look away as he got closer, not wanting to get caught drooling. He was too slow to react and before he knew it his eyes were caught in her gaze. Trying to be nonchalant, he smiled and said, "Hi" and then looked away. 

In those few seconds many things processed in his mind. Joe knew she was not from the office building but there was something familiar about her. He slowed his pace down as he thought about it. At the same time, without warning his cock began to stir in is pants. Then her voice penetrated his thoughts. "Is that any way to greet your Mistress?"

Joe stopped dead in his tracks. Time seemed to stand still. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest. 'It couldn't be,' he thought to himself. Slowly he turned around, oblivious to the co-workers walking past him. His only focus was the pretty girl on the bench who was now gazing at him with a prevailing smile.

Once their eyes met again, he knew it was her. He exclaimed with surprise and excitement, "Mistress Sarah!" Then, realizing he was in public he blushed and lowered his tone as he walked back to her. "What are you doing here? I can't believe this."

Mistress Sarah stood and hugged him tightly. The stirring in his cock had now transitioned into growing pleasure. Joe could not control his arousal. His cock was hard as a rock even before Mistress whispered into his ear, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time slave." She was still embracing him tightly. She pressed his ass causing his hard cock to wedge tighter against her slender body. Feeling his erection she commented, "I see my conditioning has paid of slave." 

When she released her embrace, Joe felt embarrassed at his erection. "I'm sorry. I can't help it," he confessed. Joe turned in an awkward angle to hide his erection from the remaining few workers that were leaving the building.

Mistress Sarah giggled. "I know silly. I'm the one who trained you to be aroused in my presence, remember? It's exactly the way you should be."

She was right. Joe had spent the last few months masturbating to her pictures, staring into her eyes while he stroked. She had created a daily worshipping routine for him. She truly had conditioned him to be aroused at the sight of her and even at the image of her name. It all seemed so silly when he was doing it. However, standing there now, and experiencing her control first hand, aroused Joe even more. His erection throbbed in his pants. Mistress Sarah's hand discreetly rubbed his hard cock through his khaki pants. There was already a wet spot from his excitement.

Mistress Sarah interlaced her fingers with his. The intimacy of her touch sent shivers through his body. She tugged on his hand and said, "Let's get you out of here before you cum in your pants and make a scene."

'Make a scene', Joe joked in his mind. They probably already made a scene. His mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening. He wondered what his co-workers saw. The parking lot was mostly empty now but he wondered if anyone would see him walking hand-in-hand with Mistress Sarah. Oh, the rumors that would start.

"Where are you parked my love," asked Mistress Sarah.

"Uh..over here," said Joe as he led her to his car. 

His mind was still processing everything. It was not until they sat in his car that he thought to ask questions. "How did you find me? How did you know I worked here?"

Mistress Sarah smiled. She leaned towards Joe. Her right hand caressed his cheek and pulled him toward her. He knew he should not be lured by her but his mind and body could not resist. Although they had never met in person before, he felt close to her and was entranced by her. Her warm soft lips touched his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and teased and taunted his tongue, bringing it to life. For a few wonderful minutes he was lost in her kiss. Her hand caressed his cock, bringing him to the edge. When she broke her kiss he was left breathless.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he said.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Let's go to my hotel and you'll get your answers."

"I really want to Mistress Sarah but don't forget I am married."

"Yes, I know that silly. I also know that your wife is out of town tonight, so we have time to chat. I have a solution for your puzzle my precious little pet."

Joe clung to her words. The way she called him her precious little pet made him feel special and submissive. When she mentioned a solution for his puzzle, his interest was instantly peaked. "You do? What is it?"

"No more questions slave. Drive," commanded Mistress Sarah firmly.

Joe needed to know her solution and he knew she would not share it now. It was the perfect excuse to accept her invitation. He started the car.

Mistress Sarah was busy texting on her phone so after she gave him the hotel name the car ride was quiet. It gave Joe time to think. It was a mystery to him how she had tracked him down. They had never met in person before. He had been corresponding with her online for over a year now but he never gave out personal information. 

He tried to be diligent about being anonymous and keeping his online correspondence strictly fantasy. He swore he would never send pictures of himself, buy gifts for anyone, or meet them in person. These were important rules for Joe because it kept the online relationship strictly fantasy and would not interfere with his marriage. He stuck to these rules for many years. However, when he met Mistress Sarah it all changed. She had a way of seducing him and convincing him to do things. It only took two weeks for her to convince him to send pictures of himself kneeling naked for her. A week later he was sending pictures of himself in panties for her. He justified it by leaving his face out of the pictures. Eventually she convinced him to send a complete picture of himself. He agreed only because it was a fully clothed picture.

Over time at her request she seduced him into buying her lingerie, panties, and bracelets. He justified the purchases as thank you items for all the time she was devoting to him and not gifts for a mistress. Mistress Sarah had a passion for feminizing men and so Joe also found himself buying these girly items for himself in order to please her. She had many pictures of him in stockings, bra's, and even teddy's. Things that Joe would never have imagined himself wearing before he met her. She had an amazing way of seducing him to do whatever she wanted. Joe felt a special connection with her, which led to the puzzle that Mistress Sarah spoke of in the car.

The puzzle was how Joe's referred to his current situation. He was happily married to his wife Sue while at the same time he had this special relationship with Mistress Sarah. He never dreamed these two relationships would exist in the same world. His online play was meant to be a fantasy. Joe had a kink for being dominated and online play was his way of satisfying that kink. He never anticipated that someone he would meet online would actually connect with him and materialize into a meaningful relationship. That's exactly what happened with Mistress Sarah and him. It got to the point where Mistress Sarah was impacting his real life significantly. When Joe realized that the majority of his day was spent obeying her, thinking about her, and doing tasks for her, he felt terribly guilty for his wife. It felt like he was having an affair, even though it was all virtual.

Hence the puzzle in his life, which he explained to Mistress Sarah several months ago. The online world and his real life were colliding and he had to stop it before it turned his life into complete chaos. Apparently Mistress Sarah had come up with a solution. He could not wait to find out.

When they entered the hotel room, Mistress Sarah smiled naughtily at Joe. "Slave, are you wearing your proper attire underneath your work clothes?"

"Yes, of course Mistress."

That morning Mistress Sarah ordered Joe to wear to work white silk panties with white stockings and garter belt. Usually he just had to wear panties, which he would sneak on when his wife was not around.. Now he understood why she added to his normal attire.

"Perfect. I knew you were always obedient for me. I am pleased by that. Now, strip off those boring boy clothes and let me have a look at my pretty girl."

Mistress Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Joe thought about protesting but he knew it was useless. Mistress Sarah would have her way no matter what. He removed his shirt and shoes and then pulled down his pants.

"ooohhh. So sexy and pretty," cooed Mistress Sarah.

Once again Joe's cock was hard. He felt embarrassed but he was also excited and aroused. Part of him was excited to show off his lingerie to Mistress Sarah. After all this time she would finally get to see him in person dressed as she pleased. The other part of him was embarrassed. Prior to this moment, it was all online play. This was the first time he stood before someone dressed in lingerie. It was real and he started to feel silly and ashamed.

Mistress Sarah stood and walked over to Joe. Her left hand immediately rubbed his crotch and her right hand rubbed his satin covered ass. "Mmm. So sexy...Josie."

Her immediate attention and satisfaction washed away his shame. Her approval if his attire excited him. Hearing the girl name that she chose for him many months ago made him sink into feminine submission. He was sandwiched between her hands. Her soft caresses made his mind go blank and he felt weak and submissive.

"I have a special gift for you, my pretty Josie."

Mistress Sarah brought over a pink glittery gift bag and placed it on the bed. "Take a peek princess."

Josie pushed aside the pink paper in the bag and pulled out a white lacey bra. Mistress Sarah took it from his hands. "Isn't it sexy," she declared. "Let's put it on."

Joe's mind was in a haze as she wrapped the bra around him and clasped it. He should have felt weird or silly but Mistress Sarah made him feel sexy and girly. She stood back and exclaimed, "Oh, it looks so sexy on you Josie. The bra, the garter, the stockings...so hot! Turn for me."

Joe turned slowly for her, his cocking throbbing with excitement. It was an excitement he did not understand but it washed over him like a warm and wonderful bath. He did not want it to end. When he completed the full circle, Mistress Sarah was standing in front of him with her cell phone pointed at him. Before he could react she snapped a picture and happily declared.. "Now I have a picture of my pretty Josie."

Joe's heart pounded in his chest. "You can't show anyone that," he said in a panic.

"Shush Josie! Julie is going to want to see it sweetie. But don't worry, as long as you're a good little slut slave for me, I'll keep it within my circle of friends only. You don't have much of choice anyway now do you Josie," Mistress Sarah said amused.

"No, I guess not," sulked Josie. The idea of Julie seeing it did excited him. Julie was Mistress Sarah's roommate and had often joined in on their online play sessions.

"Good girl," said Mistress Sarah triumphantly. She snapped another picture and with a devilish tone said, "Now you are starting to understand your situation."

To Joe's surprise, his body reacted with a strange deep arousal. His cock swelled even bigger at his predicament.

Mistress Sarah stood back and inspected him with her eyes. "Josie, seeing you like this is making my pussy so wet. You like dressing like this for me, don't you? You like being a pretty sissy girl for me don't you?"

"Yes," replied Joe latching on to the role play. "I want to be your pretty sissy girl." The words coming out if his mouth did not seem real. He couldn't believe he was really saying it. He had typed it during online play many times but never had it come out of his mouth.

"Good girl. My pussy is so wet princess. I know how slutty you like to be. Do you want to be slutty for me?"

"Yes Mistress. I want to be slutty. Please let me be slutty for you."

Mistress Sarah laughed. "You are so weak slut. Pull your panties down to your thighs and stroke you cock for me."

Joe did as told. He was so horny that it was hard to stroke and not cum. As he stroked with his panties stretched between his thighs, Mistress Sarah undressed in front of him. She wore no bra so when she pulled of her tank top her beautiful full tits were on display. Joe stroked and watched her pull down her shorts. She wore black lace panties. Before removing her panties she ordered Joe to kneel. Then she pushed his head into the crotch of her panties.

"Smell my panties slut," she ordered. "Does that smell good?"

Joe inhaled her heavenly scent. He loved it. "Yes. You smell delicious."

"Of course I do slut." Mistress Sarah removed her panties, revealing her clean shaven pussy. It was puffy and glistening. "Lie on the bed slut," she ordered.

Joe immediately obeyed. Mistress Sarah straddled his face and ordered, "Lick."

Joe lifted his head and tasted her sweet nectar. Mistress Sarah let him strain to lick her pussy. "Get it slut. Reach for it. Get that slutty tongue inside my pussy."

After about 30 seconds, she pressed her pussy into his face, pinning his head against the pillow. Her hand grabbed his head and she humped his face, sliding her pussy all over his face and mouth. "Come on slut boy, lick me! Pleasure me! Mmm. I want my juices all over you face and tongue."

Her words fueled his arousal even more. The slightest touch of his cock would have set him off. Joe licked harder and deeper doing his best to please his Mistress. He wanted to make her cum hard and long. Mistress did just that. She moaned with high pitch tones as Joe lapped at her pussy and triggered her orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her, making her body shudder and buck and press harder against Joe's face. Even as her orgasm subsided, Joe kept licking doing his best to keep the orgasmic pleasure flowing. Finally she pulled away and slapped his face playfully. "Good slut."

Mistress Sarah squeezed his hard cock and he moaned desperate to cum. She laughed, "look at that nasty thing. It's ready to explode." She slapped it and said, "Put it away Josie. Pretty girls don't cum like that. Maybe one day you'll have a clitty like me."

Joe moaned in frustration

Mistress Sarah slapped his cock again. "Quiet down slave. Besides, we have to keep you faithful to your wife."

"You have a strange definition of faithful. I think we've past that point," confessed Joe. He was not proud of that fact.

"Now, now Josie. You we're only following orders and doing what needed to be done to keep that embarrassing picture from getting out. I would say that your actions thus far have saved your marriage."

She had a twisted way of justifying things, but Joe clung to it as a reasonable excuse for his actions. Mistress Sarah was a master at rationalizing his actions. Unfortunately he had already put himself in a situation where he was helpless and at her mercy. The only possible way of getting out of this mess was to obey her. It was a slippery slope and he wondered if he would ever make it back to the top without ruining his marriage. 

"Speaking of saving my marriage, what is your solution to the puzzle?"

Mistress Sarah plopped back down on the bed and started lightly stroking Joe's cock. "I guess I can share it with you now princess."

Joe was so worked up and aroused that Mistress Sarah's light touches were driving him crazy. Her soft touch kept his cock twitching but it was not enough pressure to bring him over the edge. He could not think straight and was already forgetting about his question.

His thoughts almost faded way completely when Mistress Sarah whispered, "Close your eyes sexy Josie. I want you to imagine you wife Sue stroking your cock right now. Imagine that Sue is stroking your cock ever so lightly, just like I am right now pretty kitten. Mmmm isn't that nice?"

"Yes, incredible," moaned Joe.

"Mmm. I bet your wife is so sexy. Nice perky tits, beautiful tight ass. Imagine that I am here with your wife, watching her tease you. I am rubbing her back, caressing her tits while she teases you."

Joe's cock twitched uncontrollably. "That is so hot!"

Mistress Sarah's hand eased off his cock. "Easy princess," she giggled.

Joe opened his eyes. "I can't help it. That's so hot. I want to cum so bad!"

Mistress Sarah squeezed his cock and he moaned in pleasure. "Close your eyes slut. Keep imaging."

Joe closed his eyes again. Mistress Sarah continued, "Imagine Sue dominating you just like I do; turning you into a pretty princess and making you do slutty things. Imagine me teaching her how to be perfect dominant wife."

"That would be incredible," moaned Joe as he imagined her wonderful vision.

"Good princess. I'm glad you love it because that is the solution to the puzzle."

"What," questioned Joe. He went to sit up. Mistress Sarah put her hand on his chest forcing him back down. 

Her other hand gently squeezed his cock and stroked it. "Shhh princess. Relax and think about it. I will train your wife how to dominate you."

Her steady stroking had Joe in a catatonic state of arousal. Calmly he asked, "But how will you get her to agree to it? She would never go for it."

"You just introduce me to her and I will take care of the rest. Trust me, she will be putty in my hands, just like you were. I will have her lapping at my pussy in no time."

The image of Sue between Mistress Sarah's legs was exciting to Joe but he didn't think it was possible. He questioned Sarah's plan, "Sue is pretty vanilla and she's not into girls so I'm not sure that will work."

With pure confidence Mistress Sarah replied, "She will be far from vanilla when I am done with her. She is not into girls just like you were not into pretty panties and bra's when we first met. Have you forgotten my seductive powers?"

"Point well made," said Joe. "How will I introduce you without her discovering us? She will freak out once she discovers our past."

Mistress Sarah was delighted with the direction of his questions. It showed that he was accepting the idea and trying to figure out how to make it work. Lucky for him she had already thought it through.

Mistress Sarah continued stroking his cock and keeping him on edge, knowing that he would be most agreeable when he was aroused. One of her many secrets of dominance. "She does not need to now about our past. She does not even need to know that we know each other. Tomorrow night there is a rock band playing at the West Town Pub. You told me before that your wife likes bands. Convince your wife to go to the pub tomorrow night. I will be there with Julie. Once in the club, your job is done. I will take it from there."

Joe noticed that her tone became firm and she was giving orders as opposed to offering suggestions. The change excited him. He knew she was using her feminine power to manipulate him and he loved it. She often did this during their online sessions. She would get him all worked up and then start spouting orders for him to follow and he always obeyed without question. 

"Yes Mistress," he replied as he had been conditioned to. However, along with the pleasure coursing through his body, there were butterflies in his stomach. It was all happening so fast. He imagined her plan would unfold over a few months; not within 24 hours. He probably should have protested and ran away but he could not resist her. She filled his mind with blissful fantasies of a life that could be. It was such a great idea, he though in his delusional state.




Virtual Reality



Then, as she so expertly does, Mistress Sarah changed the topic right back to his arousal. "You want to cum so bad, don't you," asked Mistress Sarah playfully.

The answer was obvious. "Yes. Please may I cum. You are driving me insane!"

"Not yet slave." Mistress squeezed his cock firmly and held it in her hand. Joe was so on edge, that even just the pressure of her hand on his cock made him struggle to hold back his orgasm. Joe's body tensed and he breathed deeply trying not to cum. 

Mistress Sarah enjoyed the power she had over him. She knew that just a little squeeze from her hand would send her pretty slut over the edge and cause him to spew cum everywhere. She enjoyed holding his cock, feeling it pulse in her hand, and watching his tense body struggle with all his might to not orgasm. His desire to obey her was exhilarating.

When his body relaxed and his breathing slowed, she released his cock. "No orgasm until you follow through with the plan Josie. Now be a good girl and run me a bath."

"Yes Mistress." Joe was disappointed that there would be no orgasm for him but he also knew it was for the best. 

Mistress Sarah closed the bathroom after Joe went in to start her bath. She ordered through the door, "Keep the door closed so the bathroom stays warm. I'll be in a few minutes when I am ready. Kneel by the tub and wait for me like a good slave."

After she heard his muffled obedient response through the door she leisurely walked over to his pants that were sprawled over the floor. She removed his wallet and pulled out his driver license and snapped a picture of it with her phone. There would be no escaping her now. Next she went through his cell phone to find his cell number and his wife's number. If all went well, she would get Sue's number the next day so this was just a little added insurance. She also added his parent's number to her cell phone, just for fun. Imagine how powerless he would feel if he knew she had his parent's phone number. 

Mistress Sarah carefully replaced his wallet and phone back into the pants pocket. Next she went into the hotel closet and pulled out a long pink silk night gown. She admired it in her hands and then placed it on the bed. She could not wait to see Josie in it later that night. Having his body surrounded in soft silk all night would drive him crazy and push him deep into feminine submission. Her body shivered in delight at the thought. Everything was going as planned.

Mistress Sarah entered the bathroom with a glass of wine in her hand, completely naked and feeling like a Goddess. A warm bath and kneeling slave awaited her. She was delighted that his cock was hard and he could not peel his eyes from her naked body. Taking complete control of his life was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby. He was still dressed in his white lingerie. The look of soft pretty lace against a masculine body made her hot. She stepped into the warm bath thinking, 'this is exactly the way it should be.'

Joe was entranced by her. For a moment he forgot about his situation but then he remembered he had more questions for her. "Mistress Sarah, about tomorrow night, what if..."

Mistress Sarah interrupted him. "Shhh Josie. No more talk about tomorrow or your wife. Tonight is all about worshipping and serving me."

"Yes Mistress."

To be Continued...