by Alden Odessa
I’m not totally sure that analogy fits here, but I’m going to roll with it.
But the shy girl thing might play provided she can back it up with sealing the deal at the end.
I looked over to Stephanie, still rubbing her clit. She was looking directly at my dick.
“My turn?” she asked.
“I’ll get to you,” I said.
“Wow!” I heard from behind me, it was Courtney’s voice. I turned in that direction. She was standing in front of Bogo and had taken out his dick. I thought I had a horse's cock! Wow, Bogo was a massively hung individual. He was a giant in height and also in dick.
Courtney had taken it out and was holding it in her hands, stroking it. She couldn’t get her hands all the way around it.
I’m not the kind of guy that likes to check out other dude’s packages, but damn. It was easily a foot long and thicker than the circumference of a baseball. Fucking thing probably weighed five pounds. It wasn’t a particularly good looking dick but there was a lot of it.
“Well, let’s give this a shot,” Courtney said as she leaned down to it and put it in her mouth. She somehow managed to get it in and bobbed up and down on the head, she could only get about a third of it in her mouth. Considering how she took mine down to the scrotum, it was interesting to watch her struggle. She truly did take pride in her job and it appeared as though she liked a challenge.
I looked over to Betty, she also had a look of shock on her face. We locked eyes for a second and she mouthed the word wow, and then giggled. She too was impressed. I don’t know if she was referring to the size of his junk or the fact that Courtney was able to get it in her mouth. I’m sure she’s glad now that she wasn’t the one giving Bogo one perk of his job.
Once the surprise of it all wore off I realized that I was watching one of my employees blow another one of my employees and then realized that I really wasn’t that interested in seeing Bogo get a blowey. So I turned my attention back to Stephanie.
I looked right at Stephanie and she was already looking at me, with a smile a mile wide. “Stick it in, Buster,” she said.
I got behind her and she reached between her legs and grabbed ahold of my dick. She pulled it up to her sex and then into her. She let out a groan of passion as I slid my cock in slowly. She was tighter than Courtney, but nothing like April. I pressed it all the way in and she could take it. I pulled back and then pushed forward again; I was easing her into it but before I knew it, she took over.
She pressed her hands into the couch and her tiny frame started to press back into me. It wasn’t a gradual transition. It went from me doing the work to her doing the work.
She started slamming back into me and then forward again. She enjoyed the stroke. She seemed to know how far she could go forward without me slipping out of her. She pressed back, slamming into my groin and then forward, getting to the head of my dick and then back again. Not only was she throughly aware for how much dick I had to give she knew of how fast she could move without accidentally flinging me out of her.
I put my hands on her round ass, mostly just to stabilize myself, and squeeze her cheeks. I didn’t need to move her ass for her that was for sure. She had that part covered. Courtney was a “grinder” but Stephanie was a “slammer.” She liked having a hard dick slamming into her and she wasn’t afraid to do most of the work.
She squealed in delight as she worked my dick on the couch. Lots of “Ohhhs” and “Ahhs” coming from in front of me. I had noticed through all of this, little flashes of green out of the corner of my eye. I was getting points for this, I just wasn’t sure how many. Right now I couldn’t even think about it to be honest. Stephanie was working my cock too hard for me to think of anything else, and it was the best sex I had had since that first night here.
I can sell Stephanie and I wasn’t sure how she wasn’t already a big seller in a better part of town. There must be more to her story, I just have to learn it. I’m sure no girl gets to The Lower Bottoms of their own volition.
Suddenly, she pulled herself off of my dick and turned around to face me. She looked up at me with bright green eyes, not quite as nice as April’s eyes, but with her bright red hair, they were sexy as hell.
While she was looking at me, she grabbed my dick and stroked it. She was in control, and it was a nice change of pace. She seemed to be the only girl here that seriously liked to fuck. She leaned down and put my dick in her mouth, jerking it hard and fast while sucking on the tip. Stephanie would definitely be the one to make me come. Her blow job wasn’t as good as Courtney’s, but her aggressiveness made up for it. She seemed to know what she was doing and was leading me in sex the way that she wanted it.
I felt like this would be a good selling feature, especially if I could get us moved to a more “tourist” filled section of town. Men logging in to fuck might be interested in someone who would aggressively fuck them. I know I had liked that when I first got here. That already seemed like so long ago even though it had only been a couple of days, Canny Valley time.
Stephanie took her other hand and grabbed my ass and then moved her hand around and underneath my cock to my taint. I could feel where her hands were going, and I stopped her.
“No butt stuff,” I said as that wasn’t really my thing. “I’m not there yet.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “I’ll note that you said ‘yet’.”
She let out a small laugh and then stood up and pushed me into the shitty couch that was provided to us by The Falls Hotel. I landed on my ass and it kicked up a small cloud of dust.
She turned around and straddled me, reverse cowgirl style. She didn’t pause to re-adjust, she just instantly started bouncing up and down on my cock. It felt good, but I was missing the feeling of being in control. I wanted to be controlling my orgasm.
I’m not sure what the reasoning was, but I was starting to look at April, who was sitting next to us, she was watching what we were doing and she had a certain look of indifference. This made me want to fuck April even more, the fact that I couldn’t. It’s that ‘ol “wanting what I can’t have” thing.
But wait, wasn’t this the job? Wasn’t it my job to be in control of her? Wasn’t she mine now? She was my woman, and I needed to let her know I was in control, at least if she really wanted to be in my harem.
I began to think about her, her long legs and her thin body. I looked at her sitting there, indifferent to how I was fucking Stephanie, or rather, how Stephanie was fucking me. I looked at her smooth skin, and the flat, shaved pussy Betty had helped her sculpt. I thought about things, things that I would do with her. I imagined having sex with April while I was having sex with Stephanie.
I started to think about what April’s pussy felt like, how it would feel if I got more than just the head in, I bet it would be tight. What would she sound like, what would she sound like as I pushed it into her further and further?
I wanted April. I looked at that smooth pussy and her tight thighs. I want to touch her but I’m afraid to. I didn’t want to rush her. Earlier tonight she was nothing to me, even a few minutes ago, she was just another woman that I would make have sex in the street for money. I didn’t think twice about her then. I didn’t want her then.
I want her now.
Stephanie raced up and down on me, I was using her body to masturbate my dick while I thought about April. Just a few minutes ago her mouth had been on my shaft, but I hadn’t wanted her then, not like I want her now.
I look at April’s pussy and then my gaze moves up her body to her flat stomach. It was firm and there were little beads of sweat on it from earlier. Was it hot in here? I know I was starting to sweat, that will happen when you are having sex with three different women.
My eyes keep moving upward until I get to her small breasts. They are small but they are firm. She’s lying on her back and they still stand up, she is fit and the tiny freckles that cover them accent how perfect her tanned nipples are. I want to pull out of Stephanie and come on th
em.
April was all I was thinking about, I had to look at her; I needed to see her face; I wanted to see those eyes, and I wanted to—
I see her eyes.
She is looking at me; she is afraid. She sees me looking at her, has she been watching me? Has she been watching me look at her and did she know what I was thinking about. How I was thinking about fucking her while I was fucking Stephanie?
She did. I can see it in her eyes. She knows what I was thinking.
I saw the look in her face. It was the face of fear. She was more terrified than I had ever seen a person be. It was worse than the look I had seen on Betty’s face as Bruce was about to kill her.
The look scared me.
The fear rang through my body, but it was not enough to stop what was happening biologically. I turned my head from her, I couldn’t look anymore. I looked in front on me, at Stephanie’s pale ass jumping up and down on my cock. I squeezed Stephanie’s ass; I dug in my nails and pulled her backside firmly into my groin as I shot my load into her.
Stephanie screamed in pleasure as I filled her tiny body with sperm. I pressed out my final drops and held Stephanie so tight she couldn’t move as my balls pressed against her clit, milking out more come.
I heard myself grunting, everything felt so far away suddenly as I clinched my eyes shut, orgasm ringing through my body. I finally relaxed and moved Stephanie to the side of me and onto the floor. My body crumbled to the side, and I rested my head on April’s naked body. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to tell her I was sorry.
I can’t believe what I have become.
This is not who I am.
17
Emotional Fallout
I lifted my head up; I was actually dizzy. It was a combination of several things I think. The first being the massive orgasm I just had inside Stephanie. The other contributing factor was the fact that I had just had some of the sickest thoughts I had ever had in my life.
Bad Thoughts.
What’s worse is that I hadn’t thought it was bad while I was thinking it. I only thought it was bad once I got caught having the thoughts. Was what I was thinking about her any different than the things I had done with any of the other girls?
But the other’s wanted those things. April didn’t. There is a line, and I had best be reminded of that line that I should not cross. Digital creation or not, she deserved to have her boundaries, even ones and zeros deserved the choice to say no. Even in Canny Valley.
Who was I becoming, I had only been here a few days—Canny Valley time—and already I was having thoughts of actually hurting somebody? In my mind I was hurting her anyway, or at least doing something she didn’t want. That was enough for me to feel like shit about it.
It was certainly not my intention to hurt people. I signed up for this game for a very simple reason. Have sex with beautiful women in a fashion that my wife wouldn’t find out about. Just regular—but wild—sex. Not this. I didn’t want to play the story mode. I didn’t want to build a harem and run the city.
All of this was falling apart.
I looked around the room. Bogo had finished doing whatever it was that he was going to do with Courtney. He had put his pants back on and she was sitting on his lap. He had already fallen asleep, and she was cuddling on him.
I seriously don’t know how he fit in that chair.
“Well?” Betty said. She was standing on the opposite side of the room from the couch, by the bathroom.
“Well what?” I said. Holding my hand to my head. Still naked and slightly dizzy, or maybe just nauseated at my own thoughts.
“Will they be joining us?”
I looked at the girls; they were all waiting to hear my response. Stephanie had gotten up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I hope that Courtney had done the same without me noticing. I don’t want to think about what happened over there.
Stephanie and Courtney were waiting with baited breathe as to my response. I guess they didn’t realize that I needed them a lot more than they needed me.
“If you will join me, I would be happy to have you,” I said and stood up, addressing the room of women and a sleeping Bogo. “It will not be easy starting off and this may be the nicest place we ever stay for a while. But for tonight this place is ours and hopefully we will move on to bigger and better things in the future.”
“You’ll provide for us?” asked Courtney.
“Yes.”
“You’ll protect us?” April said, still with the fear in her eyes.
I leaned down to her. “April, at the very least, I will do that.”
“I’m in,” said Stephanie in the same chipper voice I was growing accustomed to from her.
“Me too,” came Courtney.
“Good,” I said. I looked to the couch. “April?”
“Yes,” she said meekly.
I smiled. “Good. I’m going to go to the bathroom and freshen up, after that I would like for you girls to do the same.”
“When do we start?” asked Stephanie.
“Tonight.”
I got in the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. Not to go to the bathroom, but to rest. That whole escapade kind of took it out of me. We had been moving so fast the last day and a half that I hadn’t even had the chance to check my stats. I know I had a lot of stats update during the foursome.
I reached over to my watch, or at least the thing that I kept referring to as a watch even though it didn’t tell time, and pressed on it.
H: 31 $:110 BR:48 T:58 DOM:65 PRW:80 ST:12
It looked like most of my upgrades came in the form of prowess, however that somehow came at the cost of losing a point in dominance. How did that happen? I had just converted three women in my harem, but yet I wasn’t dominant over them. I don’t understand that.
The only thing I could think of was my thoughts that I was having about April. Is it possible that would have lowered my Dominance? Just having those thoughts? Or was it something different?
Is it possible that by not forcing myself on her I lost dominance over her? I sat and thought about it. It made sense within the construct of the game. It also matched with whatever sick fuck put this all together, The Man in Blue. He wanted me to reign supreme over my women and to take what was mine, not with meekness, but with power and authority. The thoughts I was having, that was the game, influencing me, turning me into someone I was not.
I have to get the fuck out of this game. Unfortunately, I had to play by somebody else’s rules.
I stood up and realized something rather important. I hadn’t brought my clothes into the bathroom with me. Shit. Really all I wanted to do was check my statistics. I’ve got to get money, and in a hurry. A hundred bucks would not last me very long. That would only be enough to feed and house us for one more day, and not even feed us well. In order to do that I was going to need to get these girls working, including one that didn’t seem to want to work.
I stood up and went to the door. Betty was standing beside it, waiting for me. She was the most trusted of my harem, obviously. I could tell she would be loyal to the end. Which may be tonight.
“Betty, I need two things.”
“Sure thing, what’s that?”
“I need my clothes and then I need you to come in here with me.”
“You got it,” she said happily as if she was glad to get my attention again, and then walked away to do what I had asked.
I looked out the door and at the women. They were, I think, a little confused. They didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves or how to act. Also, none of them had clothes. Though it didn’t seem to bother any of them.
It wasn’t much, but honestly it was much more than I had expected. I don’t think I would be able to run the town with this light of a harem and this low quality of one; but it was a start, and it’s further along than I thought I would be. Honestly, I didn’t think I would make it this far and still have money.
Since none of them had money, and I couldn’t send
them out to work stark naked, I had that bill in my future.
So there’s that.
Betty opened the door and walked in, about the time I had taken a washcloth to my junk.
“Do you want me to do that?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she was offering more sex, which I wasn’t feeling up to right now, or if this was just a job she expected to do. Official cock washer. I doubt she’d have business cards printed up.
“I’m good, thanks,” I said and then finished washing the Stephanie off of me.
Betty set my clothes on the counter and then stood back. “What did you need from me?”
I looked at myself in the mirror and then to her. “I need you to tell me about the girls. At least everything you know about them.”
“Not a lot, but enough,” she said and then went into more detail as I threw water onto my face. “I knew that time was important, so I didn’t mess around by going all the way over to South Light. Instead, I went to where they would be most comfortable, or maybe lived. I went to The North Night.”
“That was wise,” I said, and was being honest. There was a reason I sent her and that was because she was from here.
“I figured it would be the quickest way to find independents, and I felt safe, having Bogo with me.”
“Did Courtney take good care of him?”
“Yes. At least he seemed to enjoy himself.”
“That’s all I need to know about it. Go on.”
“I found Courtney smoking outside a small apartment she had lived in with six other girls. I don’t think they were renting, I think they were squatting. They were staying just this side of The Corner. I asked about her roommates, she said they had gone into The Corner, when I asked why she just told me they went into The Corner for the only reason that anyone would go into The Corner.”
