Virtual Lust — The Clash
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Now she was face to face with this one-eyed monster. Her mouth was salivating her pussy leaking, and her ass was puckering as if whispering a plea. All she could think about was which hole she wanted it in first.
Reed had other ideas.
“Not yet. I want to taste you first!”
Brooke froze. She had no idea what Reed meant. Sure, she was about to swallow his beautiful cock, but surely he didn’t mean to put his tongue inside her!
She didn’t have to wait long. Reed’s arms slid under hers as he lifted her onto the couch, his cock brushing against her bosom as she rose. She felt a small drop of sticky liquid on her flesh.
As Reed knelt before her, his arms lifting her legs over his shoulders, she shuddered. Her need was high. If this were the virtual world, all her erogenous zones would be stimulated right now as she neared her climax. Instead, she had reached a state of entropy. Her desire burned within, but instead of a quick and steady rise to orgasm, she was stuck in prolonged arousal. Reed’s hand on her arm, his cheek pressed against her thigh, his tongue dancing across her flesh, inching its way toward the only place that mattered to Brooke. Combined, they only served to increase her fuel her hunger. Her need for release was great, but a greater force was growing within her.
Unlike the virtual world, this was no longer about her gratification. Reed deserved to feel the pleasure as well.
“OH SHIT” she yelled as Reed’s tongue finally flicked over her button. None of her toys or suits made her feel that way.
“I love the way your pussy glistens. You’re so wet, Brooke!”
Reed’s words were arousing in their own right. His tongue was making her head spin. An audible reply was impossible so she arched her hips toward his face, hoping he would understand she needed more.
“You taste sweet, like strawberries and cream!”
Brooke squirmed. She wasn’t sure whether the caress of his breath or his praise turned her on more. She closed her eyes when Reed’s hand firmly squeezed her breast. Instinctively, she cupped her hand around his, pressing his palm against her rigid nipple.
“OH MY FUCK!” she yelled as his fingers pushed past her folds into her core. A soft slurping sound seemed to echo in the air.
“Are you ok, Brooke?” Reed sounded genuinely concerned. Perhaps he misread her exclamation. “Should I stop?”
“Fuck no, you better not stop now Reed!” Just the thought of being left in this state of heat added a pleading emphasis.
She was silenced by a moan from deep within as Reed’s lips and tongue teased and tugged at her clit. He had three fingers in her cunt.
She felt filled. “Is this what a cock will feel like?” she wondered, just before he found a spot that drove her over the edge.
Brooke grabbed his head with both hands, digging into his thick hair. She pulled him tight against her sex as her orgasm ripped through her.
She wasn’t aware of how long her body twitched and shook. She expected to be sated, the way she was after a virtual session. For a brief moment, she was. Then she looked at Reed’s thick cock looking heavy in his hand. His chest bathed with sweat, his lips glistening with her juices. Suddenly her lust returned with a vengeance. Her body wanted, no, required Reed inside her.
No amount of time in the virtual simulation had prepared her for the potency of this feeling. Her body took control. She pulled Reed close and surrounded his cock with her lips, savoring his slightly sour taste and musky aroma. It was difficult to fit all of him into her mouth and she gagged several times before she developed a tolerance. It was then she realized she had no idea what she was doing. She tested the waters by swirling her tongue across the underside of his shaft, her right hand gripping the part she couldn’t fit. Her other hand was busy toying with her clit.
After a while, she began bobbing her head back and forth, challenging herself to fit him deeper into her throat. The more she devoured, the more aroused she became.
Reed put his hands on the sides of her head, weaving his fingers through her hair; effectively slowing her pace. He was grunting now. She surmised his orgasm was close. The small part of coherent thought left in her brain began arguing with itself. Her mouth was salivating. I am going to drink every drop of his cum. The stuff oozing out tastes delicious.
Her cunt vocalized its disagreement. Why should you have all the fun, there is much more room down here and I’m dripping at the thought of being filled!
Brooke didn’t have time for her anus to join the discussion before Reed let out a loud moan followed by an impossibly large amount of thick goo spurting into Brooke’s throat. She gagged and coughed. The fluid came out so quickly, it overflowed in her mouth, dripping onto her chin and the floor. Her reflex and his now extremely slippery cock caused him to slip from her lips and spray his cum over her face and chest. There was much more than she expected. It felt almost comical and she chuckled softly.
Brooke was facinated by each thick rope of cum decorating her tits. The contrast between their pearly white drops against her pale pink skin was sublime. When all the fluids ceased flying from his tip, Reed sat on the couch, his cock shrinking before her eyes. He seemed exhausted. He also had an awkward look on his face, like he was about to apologize.
Before he could say anything, Brooke asked him to point out the bathroom and took off to get cleaned up. Her pussy still wanted more, but it was obvious Reed needed time to rest. Brooke looked in the mirror at her face, dotted with white cream. It was so hot seeing herself like this, yet as her arousal returned to controllable levels, her doubts crept in.
Maybe Reed didn’t like the sex. Maybe he didn’t like her! Worse, maybe she had broken something in him. Brooke wasn’t naïve enough to know the basic biological functions, but she had read stories about people lasting for 30 minutes or more. Her fitness watch told her only approximately 10 minutes had passed. She began hoping he wasn’t angry at her for making him orgasm so quickly. She just couldn’t help herself. Now she had to choose what to do next. Her pussy was still dripping, begging her to go back to the living room so Reed could batter her pussy with his pole. A cautious part of her brain had second thoughts and was plotting a way to return to the calm safety of her home without offending him. It was never this difficult in the virtual world.
Ok, readers. Should Brooke stay and try to continue the passion, or should she retreat to her apartment and take some time to reconcile her urges? Faithful readers, the progression of this story is dependent on your guidance in the comments!
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