by Alden Odessa
Cleaned up, she was cute and I was a little turned on right now, but canceling out that was the confusion. I honestly don’t know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. My head was a fog, and I didn’t know how long I had been asleep. I wish that this game used any form of time measurement. Everything had felt like a dream, all the things that had come before. I was halfway expecting to wake up and realize that it had all been a dream. When I stirred and felt something yanking at my cock, I had partly assumed that I was asleep and my wife had woken up in the night and decided to scratch at my dick for no apparent reason. But that wasn’t the case. No. It was Betty.
I couldn’t get past how thin she was. I liked a fit girl as much as the next guy, but she wasn’t fit, she was thin, too thin. With each jerk, I could see her rib cage work up and down, and her pelvic bone poked out of her side at a hard angle. She wasn’t really my type, but at the same time, she was still a woman, and she was still playing with my dick, so my dick responded by becoming more erect. She just stared at it, as if waiting for it to talk to her.
Finally, she noticed that I was awake, it startled her. She jolted and didn’t think to let go of my junk before she did so, yanking on my cock. I groaned at the shock.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
I put out my hand, stopping her before she made any other sudden movements. “It’s okay.”
She stopped and went back to slowly pulling on my dick. I still wasn’t fully hard, so she just kind of wobbled it around a little bit. My dick looked huge in her hand, in fact, my dick looked huge next to her. I had guessed that she was under a hundred pounds and I was certain of that now. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was under ninety, and just barely over five feet tall. My dick, as big as it was, was almost twenty percent as tall as she was. Probably weighed about that percentage too! Okay, maybe not that much, but I actually wouldn’t mind doing the math on it, just because I found it fascinating.
You’re probably not giving a good hand job when the person receiving it is thinking more about his own dick than he’s thinking about you. I seriously had no idea what I was going to do with this woman.
“I’m sorry, but it looked nice, and I wanted to touch it. Is that okay?” she asked. I didn’t know how to respond; I would hate to set a bad precedent.
“No, it’s okay.”
“I licked it first. When it was soft.”
Oh really? I was thinking. Well, let’s see what she can do. “You may do it some more if you like.”
She pulled on my dick with both hands, a little softer than she had been doing earlier. She looked at it, and she took one hand and started to pet it as if it was a kitten.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said. Not to me so much as she said it to my dick itself. She then leaned down and licked it. It was soft, and it was huge in her face. My dick was longer than her entire face, and the head was more than her tongue could wet on one pass. She started slowly licking it like an ice cream cone, and it was pleasurable, my dick now was fully erect, and it was more than she could wrap her hand around.
She leaned down and tried to get her mouth over the tip, and it took some work, but she managed. She was able to get the entire head in, and she then tried to go down further on the shaft. That was when I felt the teeth. This was not her strength, or maybe her mouth was just too small. She seemed to be aware of her teeth, and she pulled away from it.
“Sorry,” she whispered, again, I’m not sure if it was to me or my dick that she was saying it.
She then put her mouth back over the tip and started to just suck on the head. She may not be very good at giving head, but at least she was aware of it and knew when to pull back from a weakness. It showed room for improvement at least.
Something about this felt very endearing, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because there was something about how she felt she owed me? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that this was all she had been trying to do to me since I met her? Maybe it was how she clung to me like a lost kitten? I don’t know, but there was something to this more than just the physical act, at least for her.
She stopped sucking on it and looked at me, still rubbing my dick, which was relaxing, unlike the tugging she had been doing earlier. She laid her head down on my chest, looking down at my dick, she continued to rub it gently. This felt nice, it was pretty calming, and for a moment I forgot about all the other things running through my head.
I sat up, which caused her to do the same. She had a strange look of fear on her face. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, once again with a tremble in her voice. The same voice she had used when she was afraid that I would leave her.
“No,” I said.
“I’m sorry. Would you like for me to stop?”
I’ve seen this look before. I’ve seen it in others, and I have also seen it in myself. The feeling of unworthiness. The look of shame. Betty did not think that she belonged here, for whatever reason. I took my hand, and I stroked the side of her face, gently. She seemed to melt her face onto my hand; it’s like she had never been touched by a gentle act before. I looked at her deeply, with her eyes closed. She was a beautiful girl really; she had just never been cared for. She had probably never had any form of gentle touch. She wasn’t ugly; I never thought she was, just plain. Now, in this light, in this situation, she was lovely.
How did the game do this? How did it make a character with this much depth? This much ethos? I felt like she was real, she was a real girl who had been abused all of her life. She had been treated like shit for so long; no one had ever taken care of her. I could see it in her face, for the first time in her life she felt safe, secure. She was not going to get hurt tonight, and it felt good. She opened her eyes and looked at me; she wanted to be closer to me. She wanted more.
I laid her down on the bed, gently. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time; she was nervous, but not afraid. I straddled her on the bed, on my hands and knees, looking at her the entire time.
I was thinking of that girl in the alley, the one who was disheveled, beaten, terrified. This was not the same girl. For this moment, at least she was not thrown away trash, she was not worthless. Her skin was soft now, bathed. Her hair was untangled, smooth. She had two black eyes that only made her hazel eyes glimmer more. She was a new person. She was reborn.
I was above her, I took my hand and moved it down her body, her skin was clean. How long had it been for her? How long had it been since she had been clean and laying on a soft bed? She didn’t move; she was waiting for me. I put my hand on her breast, over her heart, it was racing, she was more nervous than a girl on prom night. I spoke to her softly.
“Do you want this?” I asked.
“Please,” she quivered.
I was still holding myself above her. I reached down and spread her legs. She was so small. Earlier I had had no interest in her, and now she consumed my every thought. For this very moment, there was nothing else in the universe except for her and I. I lowered myself onto her, I moved my face to hers and kissed her. She kissed me back, awkwardly at first, she didn’t know how. I don’t know that she had ever been kissed like this before. It took her a moment, but finally, she found her way, and we eased into a soft but passionate kiss.
I reached down to my throbbing dick, I was ready for this, but I was worried about hurting her. I put the head of my cock to her clit and gently rubbed it. She sighed approval, a gasp of air let me know that this was right where she wanted to be.
I pressed forward, allowing the head of my cock inside of her and she gasped.
“Are you okay?” I asked, making sure she wasn’t in pain.
“Oh yes.”
“I’ll go slow.” I pressed into her; I took it inch by inch. I went in one inch and then pulled back until I was almost out of her. I would then push forward again, a little bit further each time. Back and forth I let her take me in her, slow and steady until I had worked almost all of my manhood into her.
She was not a passio
nate lover, but the emotion was there. Something about this felt, different. It felt like more than just sex. It felt wonderful. I kept pushing into her, slowly, each time working more and more of my cock into her. She started to groan; she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my body still a few inches above hers. She had her eyes closed, moving her mouth, almost like she was kissing the air.
I was now going back and forth with my entire dick, in and out, and her pussy was wet and tight, not like a whore's, but like someone who wanted to be having sex, who had been waiting for sex. Or more. She felt like someone who had been waiting to be made love to.
She didn’t know how to act, she didn’t know what to do, so she laid there and took my dick back and forth and clawed at my back as I completely filled her. Whenever I pressed to firmly at the end I could feel the bottom of her, my dick was her limit, but she loved every inch of it.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, we shared a moment of true wonder as we stared into each other's eyes. Every time I pressed forward she squinted, she could feel every ridge of my cock, and she liked it. I kept pumping her and then I kissed her, harder this time than last. She tried to kiss me back, but her breathing was too heavy. She looked at me and spoke with a loud whisper.
“Please come in me,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please come in me.”
I nodded, I wasn’t there yet, but I was getting close. This felt so different than Ronette; this felt like there was more to it. She wasn’t screaming my name; she wasn’t ramming her body into mine. She was just wrapped up in the warmth of fucking me.
“Oh baby, please come in me,” she said with a sigh.
I picked up my pace, and she started to increase her breathing and groans. I was at the point of orgasm, and I clenched her shoulders tight and started to ram harder until I stopped and felt the come erupt from my dick and into her, causing her to gasp.
“Oh baby, your come is so good,” she held still and let me empty into her, “so warm,” she continued, “baby, your come is so good.”
I felt the last few drops of come leave my body into her, and my body convulsed ever so slightly, all of my dick in her now, throbbing its last drops of semen. Her heart was racing as she tried to regain her breath. That had been a fantastic orgasm, it left my body completely weak, I have no idea what my health was at, and right now I didn’t care. I was totally committed to where I was at this very moment.
I know she's a character. I know she is just some digital design, a low rate hooker who existed in the came to give cheap back alley blowjobs to people who were about out of credits and just want to get off one more time before exiting the game. But right now, she was real, and she had taken all of me, and we had shared a moment of genuine emotion.
My body crumbled into hers, my face next to hers. She was still breathing heavy. She leaned into me, next to my ear. “Thank you for saving me,” she said.
Something flashed out of the corner of my eye. It was a stat update of some sort, reminding me I was just playing a game. I paid it no mind. Right now, I wasn’t in a game. Right now, I just wanted to fall asleep listening to her hurried breathing.
So I did.
Knowing that I had saved Betty.
17
Gettin' Pinged
I woke up with a ringing in my ears.
I don’t know what it is, and briefly, I don’t know where I am. For a moment, I think I’m home, finally out of the dream that I was having. I open my eyes and see The Regency decor. I realize I am still in the game. How is this possible?
I look over at Betty, laying comfortably beside me, snuggled into my body. Still, I hear the ringing. I try to gather my thoughts, but it proves hard to focus with this noise. I sit up and look around. It’s not a ringing, but more of a pinging, like the sound of a submarine underwater. I can’t find the source of the noise from the bed. I sit up and rub my eyes. Betty stirs briefly as I get out of the bed. She looks peaceful, good; she deserves a little bit of peace for once. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s had a good night’s sleep? Not on a floor or a cheap, broken mattress, shared with eight other girls.
I need to pee, so I head to the bathroom, maybe the noise is coming from something in there. Betty was the last person in there; it was possible that she left something plugged in. I stand and stretch and walk to the bathroom, still naked. I turn on the light; this room does not seem to be the source of the noise. It’s beginning to drive me nuts. I go to the toilet and unload my bladder. I’m still not used to this dick; it surprises me every time I see it.
I lean my arm against the wall to balance myself as I pee, how long had it been since I went piss? I don’t think that I had yet. I’ve got multiple streams going in this first post-sex urination. I must be dehydrated.
Still, the pinging persists, and then I realize that the sound is not actually coming from around me. It’s coming from me. More specifically it is coming from inside my head. I noticed a red flash in the corner of my vision. How the hell did I miss that?
I finish peeing and then walk back into the main area and open my menu screen.
H: 65 $: 535 BR: 44 T: 55 DOM: 57 PRW: 70 STR: 13
Instantly I notice the big boost to my trust, almost a twenty-point jump, that’s pretty massive even though I have no idea how trust will actually benefit me inside of the game. My dominance also grew but nothing for brains. Story of my life.
None of this, however, is what was making the pinging sound. I saw a new tab in my menu, labeled: MESSAGES. Who the hell sent me a message? I click on the tab; it says it’s from HHHO Games. This should be interesting.
Opening it, it's only one line. ANSWER THE DOOR.
Huh?
And then there is a light knock on the door. It was so quiet, had of I not gotten the message and been listening for it, I would never have heard it. I walk to the door and look through the peephole. It’s a woman, a good looking one at that, redhead. Never been that big on redheads but I don’t usually see ones that look like this. She was wearing a tight top, low-cut, revealing some massive knockers held together under her black top. She was also wearing an overcoat, although it wasn’t tied together. She wore sunglasses, which was odd because it was night… still.
Shit. I’m naked. I looked over at the chair by the bed. My clothes were wrinkled up into a pile. Shit.
She knocked again.
“Uh, hold on,” I said, with my mouth to the door.
“Don’t bother getting dressed, I’m dropping off,” came her voice from the other side of the door. How did she know I wasn’t wearing clothes? I take a brief moment to scan the room to see if there were any cameras in here. Okay, I guess I’ll do it her way. I open the door just a crack and look at her. I take a moment to drink her in as she was a tall drink of water. She had pale white skin and her red, loose curls dangled in her cleavage. How the hell am I still horny!? I’ve got a million questions in my head right now, but for some reason, the most pressing one I have is wondering if I can fuck this chick.
I have problems, mentally.
I look at her in the eyes after staring at her breasts. “Can I help you?”
“I have a delivery for you, Mr. Rockknocker.” It was starting to get funny again.
“From whom?” I asked. For the life of me, I had no idea who would send me a package. She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she just lifted her hands, in which she had a plain box. She stood there, with the box right in front of me. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Take it.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a box.”
This conversation was a whole lot less exciting than I had hoped it would be. I pulled back the door and reached for the package. The door opened enough to where I was exposed to the open hallway, once again forgetting that I was naked. I took the box in my hands and just stared at it. I then looked up at her, she had lowered her glasses and was looking at my naked dick.
She looked back
up at me and smiled. I looked down at my dick. I was semi-hard right now. That was embarrassing, but maybe she was interested. “Uhhhh—” I stumbled.
“Maybe I’ll see you again, Buster.”
“Sure I can’t invite you in?” I said without knowing why I was saying it. Wait, I knew exactly why I was saying it.
“Maybe next time,” she said and turned away, I almost wanted to chase after her, but I should probably get to the matter at hand, which was this box.
I closed the door and took the box over to the table. I grabbed my pack of Most Popular’s and the book of matches. I lit a smoke and sat down on the chair and opened up the box. Inside there was another box and on top of it a note. The note read: “Ten Minutes. Lobby Bar.”
That was weird. No name, no description of who to meet, no other instructions. I took a drag of my smoke and then reached in to grab the other box. I took it out and opened it.
It was a gun.
18
The Man in Blue
I trepidatiously walked down to the lobby bar, figuring out where it was as I went along.
When we had first gotten to The Regency, I hadn’t done much looking around or inspecting the place. Seemed like a cheap hotel, sort of like a run-down Days Inn or the ilk. I wasn’t even aware that it had a lobby bar.
As I entered the lobby, scanning for the bar, I was amazed at how movies made it look easy to walk around with a handgun in the back of your pants. This was uncomfortable and nerve-wracking. I was pretty sure I was going to shoot myself a new asshole any minute, that's the primary reason I didn’t put it in the front of my pants. I just got this dick; I didn’t need to blow it off. I’d kind of like to wear it out the old-fashioned way!
Before I left, I had to debate what to do with Betty. Should I wake her up? Bring her with me? Leave a note? Tell her where I was going at least? In the end, I decided to let her sleep. I wrote a note saying I would be right back on Regency notepaper. I hope that I was telling the truth.
