Hot Stories for Cold Nights (10 page)

They stripped, fondled and kissed, nibbled and licked for long minutes, then Mark helped Connie straddle his rigid erection. As she lowered her dripping pussy onto Mark's cock, he pinched her butt, hard. She gasped, then silently rode him until they were both panting and covered with sweat.

The bed bounced against the wall but they were both beyond caring. “Oh, God,” Connie hissed. “Oh, God!” She rode him, taking her pleasure. She slid one hand between them and rubbed herself, then reached behind her and grabbed Mark's balls. She couldn't get enough of him.

As she was about to come, Mark pinched her again. She climaxed, trying to keep her moans under control. She felt her boyfriend bucking beneath her and almost immediately after her climax, he spurted into her.

“Holy shit,” Mark whispered. “You were a tiger tonight.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess I was.”

“That little bit of pain really lit your fuse.”

“Maybe when we have a little more privacy, we could talk about it.”

“Talk and more. After this, I've got a few ideas.”

“Naughty, erotic ideas, I hope.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good night you two,”
Laura called from the next room.
“I guess we'll all sleep well tonight.”

Almost asleep, Mark mumbled, “I guess we will.”

C
URRENTLY EMILY'S SEX LIFE STANK. SHE WOULDN'T admit it to anyone, of course. As a matter of fact, when people at work asked about her love life, she'd smile enigmatically and return to her computer.

She'd had several boyfriends, two of whom had lived with her, but none had lasted more than six months. Boring sex, even then. Predictable and ordinary, and what was worse, she'd known it. She'd settled. She often wondered what the rest of the world was like, sex-wise, but at the moment, there didn't seem to be any possibilities for her to find out.

She had a few friends, of course, of both sexes, but they spent time at bars and clubs where she usually felt totally out of place. So she spent more and more of her off-work time at home, playing online computer games. Oh sure, she'd tried some of the dating sites, but it had all been for naught. She was lonely, but didn't know what to do about it, so each evening, after making herself a sandwich or frozen dinner, she'd take her plate, along with a beer, into her bedroom, settle at her tiny workstation, and turn on her computer.

While logged onto Games, Games, Games one evening, she noticed a new adventure game housed in a special section labeled “Adults Only.” She'd never been to the adults-only area, but she found herself intrigued so she clicked on it. When she'd logged on for the first time, she'd been asked her age so the system knew she was in her midtwenties. The game was called “For Lovers,” and she read the screen on how to play.

Emily loved adventure games. She'd played a zillion, but this one seemed different from others she'd mastered, maybe more exciting.
Great,
she thought,
a new experience.
She clicked on Start. To begin, she wandered around the virtual town, gathering life points and money, finally finding the Key of Experience to get her into Madam's Brothel, the start of her quest.

Once inside, she saw bosomy women dressed in scanty outfits and hunky guys in Speedos, all waiting for customers. As she moved her mouse around, names appeared over the characters: Suzanne Sunrise, MaryLee Dreamboat, Carl Creative, and many more. If she clicked on one, he or she made a little speech about how she should spend her money and choose his or her character to go into the Love Nest with.
Love Nest?
She assumed that was the room where animated characters made out and she could watch. Hokey, yes, but it might be fun to see how the other half lived. Could she do it? She sat back and gazed at the animated crowd.
God, if only there were a real and totally anonymous place like in this game.
She'd never actually consider making it with a paid guy, but if she could . . . She could ask for all the things she'd never done, and her partner wouldn't make fun of her inexperience.

Finally, she settled on Randy Pornstar. She loved the name, and his shaggy blond hair and magnificent body appealed to her. He was dressed in her favorite sexy-guy outfit: jeans, unbuttoned at the waist, and no shirt. There was an arrow of hair on his flat belly that disappeared beneath the zipper. And his feet were bare. He had great toes. God, she must be hard up if she thought his
toes
were great. She looked at the exciting lump beneath his fly. Even though he was an animated image, her mind was certainly directed to the right places.

She clicked on his image and together they walked into the Love Nest. She looked down and saw what were supposed to be her own feet and was surprised to see that they were wearing sneakers just like hers. After he opened the door for her, Randy reached down and lifted one of her cartoon feet to pull off her sock and shoe, then did the same for the other foot. She felt compelled to take her hand off her mouse and remove her own footwear.

Although it was all in fun and pretty silly, even on a fourteen-inch screen, it felt a little illicit. Inside the room it was as though he was looking her right in the eye. “Have you ever been here before?” he asked, the sound quite realistic.

She clicked on No.

“What would you like to do?”

A list appeared on the screen, overlaying the view of the room.

1. Oral sex receiving

2. Oral sex performing

3. Anal sex

4. Light bondage—being bound

5. Light bondage—binding me

6. More options

Damn if this didn't feel real. She thought a moment, then clicked on Option 1. She guessed that she'd see an image of Randy, seeming to play with her.

“I'm glad you selected that option,” Randy said through the computer's speakers. “I love licking a beautiful pussy. Stretch out on the bed.” On the screen she saw herself stretch out on a satiny bed. She could look around the room, hear the soft music, almost smell the scented candles flickering on the nightstand. She looked down and saw her animated, naked legs.
Strange coincidence
, she thought.
There's a little mole on my left knee, just like the one I have in real life.

Randy Pornstar positioned himself between her thighs and she could almost feel his hot breath through her pants. Without thinking, she quickly pulled off her jeans, sat back on her desk chair, and gazed at the almost realistic-looking scene. She could swear she felt it. His fingers parting her outer lips, his mouth licking her clit, his tongue flicking over her swollen flesh. She heard him hum and felt the buzz in her groin. Her flesh was wet and puffy. Her pussy twitched as he kept up his expert ministrations on the screen.

His fingers found her and she actually felt him slide two inside her, slowly withdrawing and filling until she thought she'd die from the pleasure of it. It seemed as if she actually experienced it as he nibbled on her and bit lightly until the sensations overwhelmed her.

She came—actually climaxed—just from watching the screen and imagining. It
was
imagination, right? After her orgasm, her hands shook and she was unable to use her mouse, so she just rested against the back of her chair and trembled.

“That was really good for you,” Randy Pornstar said. “I'm so glad.”

“How do you know that?” she said aloud.

“I just do,” the computer speaker said.

“What the hell?”

“Don't ask silly questions,” Randy said. “Just come back tomorrow. I'll be waiting.”

T
HE FOLLOWING EVENING, EMILY HURRIED HOME FROM work. She grabbed a burger and fries at the McDonald's on her corner and rushed up to her apartment. She'd brought her laptop home from work so she could log on to Games, Games, Games while lying on her bed. It would be so much more comfortable. She stripped off her jeans, plumped the pillows behind her, and sat on the bed. She clicked on “For Lovers,” and quickly amassed the needed life points and money, then retrieved the key to Madam's Brothel and went inside. There were about the same number of men and women in the room but she wasn't interested. Randy was waiting for her, and once she'd selected him, they retired to the Love Nest.

“I enjoyed last evening,” he said, “and I hope you did, too.”

How the hell does the game know I was here last evening?
She considered, then figured it out. Relieved, she thought,
This game must leave a cookie on my computer to tell it that I was here last evening. That must be it.

Then she reasoned further. It couldn't be that. She had been on her desktop computer the previous evening. Right, but she'd logged in with the same user name. Fears finally eased, she let out a long breath.

“Don't worry about small things,” Randy said. “What would you like to do tonight?”

Again the list appeared on the screen.

1. Oral sex receiving

2. Oral sex performing

3. Anal sex

4. Light bondage—being bound

5. Light bondage—binding me

6. More options

She clicked on Option 1 and again she climaxed, more explosively than she had the previous evening. When she finally turned off the computer, she was exhausted.

The pattern continued for several evenings, with Emily rushing home to experience more of Option 1. Each night it seemed to get better.

Finally, after about a week, she was feeling daring. She moved her mouse from the first link on the menu, and clicked on Option 3.

“Wonderful,” Randy said. “I hoped you would move on to something more creative. I love fucking a wonderful woman's tight ass.” His smile was warm and supportive. Almost loving. “You've never done Option 3 before, have you.”

It wasn't a question. She didn't want to have to admit her innocence, but as he seemed to be able to do, he sensed her reluctance and said, “It's all right. You don't have to say anything.”

Her long sigh was her only answer.

“First you need to take everything off.” She saw clothing tossed around the Love Nest on the screen, and she couldn't resist the temptation to remove her jeans, shirt, and undies, then settle back on the bed.

“You've got great tits,” Randy said, seeming to gaze at her body. “May I play with them first?”

“God, yes,” she said aloud, already aroused. She actually felt fingers tweaking her erect nipples. She cupped her breasts and saw hands cupping the large tits of the figure on the screen. Randy bent down and she watched him take one bud in his mouth. She felt the tugging but accepted the fact that it was her own fingers playing with her flesh. When she moved her hands to her sides though, she still felt the tug of his sucking. It felt so good that she didn't dwell on her confusion.

Randy Pornstar moved back and said, “Let's play a little more. I know what you selected, what you want, and from now on you don't have to say anything. I understand everything and I'll make it good for you, I promise. Now curl up on your side.”

Willing to play along, Emily put the laptop on the bed beside her and did as he asked.
What will I feel? After all, it's just a computer game.
But then she had experienced many things so far.

Suddenly she was wary. Anal sex. She'd never considered trying it before, but this way there was nothing to worry about. Right? She could experiment without consequences. This wasn't real, after all.