Hot Stories for Cold Nights (11 page)

On the screen, Randy held up a slender dildo. “I'm not going to penetrate your beautiful, virgin ass with my cock just yet. That will wait for another evening when you've adjusted to this kind of game. For now I'll just use this.”

As she watched the computer screen, Randy poured a generous dollop of lubricant on the dildo and sensuously rubbed it all over. Emily's flesh was tingling. As Randy moved behind her avatar, she felt hands on her ass cheeks. “It's okay, honey,” he said, “just relax. I know you'll enjoy this. And if you want to rub your clit, do it. I love to watch.”

The sensation of cold, slippery fingers on her ass was almost real. Almost, almost real. Then she felt penetration. She looked over her shoulder to assure herself that she was still alone in her room. How was this happening? She had no idea, but she was in such ecstasy that she forgot to worry about it.

As the dildo slipped into her ass, she felt her clit swell to mammoth proportions. When she reached between her legs, it was as though she were on fire. The fullness in her ass somehow transferred the sensation to her cunt. “That's it, honey,” Randy said from behind her. Sound? Behind her? “Rub your clit. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Her heart was pounding so loud that she could barely hear him. “Yes, like that. Show me how you can come with me fucking your ass with this toy.”

The dildo pulled out, then thrust inside her ass again. She rubbed her clit, and as she had on the previous evenings, she came. “That's right, baby, come. Hard. Fast. Feel the spasms throughout your body. I can feel them on my toy. Do it.”

It was as though her orgasm lasted for minutes, even hours. She lost track of time as her body clenched and relaxed over and over.

Finally she felt the dildo withdraw and she slipped into a light doze. When she awoke, she glanced at the computer screen. Her colorful screen saver wove its patterns through the black background. The time on the tray told her she'd been out for a few hours. She moved the mouse and the screen saver dissolved into her desktop. Should she go back to Madam's Brothel? Not tonight. Right now she was too well fucked.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow another option. Or maybe this one again. She'd decide then. Totally content, she pulled a blanket over herself and went to sleep.

F
OR THE NEXT MONTH, EMILY WAS OBSESSED WITH Madam's Brothel. She turned down invitations to go out with her office buddies, rushed home from visits to her parents or her sister's family, and every evening she went into the Love Nest with Randy. Occasionally she selected Option 3, but most of her time was spent enjoying Randy's talent with oral sex. Her body had become tuned to his kind of lovemaking, and she enjoyed it more than she'd ever enjoyed “real” lovemaking. She realized that she was supposed to be searching for the Ruby Ring of Ultimate Sexual Pleasure, whatever that was, but she refused to even consider leaving the brothel.

One evening, before she selected an option, Randy asked, “Aren't you even curious about the other possibilities? Option 6?”

Usually she didn't even look at the list. When she entered Madam's, she knew what she wanted. Now she reread the menu.

1. Oral sex receiving

2. Oral sex performing

3. Anal sex

4. Light bondage—being bound

5. Light bondage—binding me

6. More options

More options. She had been in such a hurry, so content with her selections, that she'd overlooked the additional possibilities. What were the other options? When she clicked on Option 6 a new menu appeared.

Water sports? She vaguely knew what that was and quickly accepted the fact that she wasn't interested. “Don't discount things before you've tried them,” Randy said, reading her mind as usual.

“Not right now,” she said. Spanking? How would that work? She knew that she was able to feel things through some kind of psychic connection with Randy, but spanking? There was no way she could get sufficiently into that to truly feel it.

She'd never seen Randy without his jeans and now she was curious, so she clicked on Option 7.

“Mmm,” he purred. “You want me to perform for you? And you'll join me, of course. Great. I can't wait.” He reached behind him. “Let's take our time.” He showed her a bottle of massage oil. “Got any?”

“In the bathroom, I think.” She remembered that Gary, a former roommate, had bought some in his short-lived creative period.

“Good. Get it.”

When she returned with the dust-covered bottle, he said, “Sit on the edge of the bed. I wouldn't want to get your lovely chintz comforter all oily.”

She looked at her bed. She had a chintz comforter. How the hell did the character on a computer screen know these things? She accepted it as she'd slowly accepted the rest of the experience. “Whatever.”

In the Love Nest, Randy poured oil in his palm and began to slather it all over his shoulders and chest, sensuously stroking his deeply tanned skin. She watched and willed herself to be patient. Recently their lovemaking had become easy and quick. Now she'd take her time and revel in the sights and sensations. “This feels sexy,” he purred. “Now you do some.”

She pulled off her shirt and bra and filled her cupped palm with oil. Slowly, with only a little embarrassment, she rubbed her hands over her shoulders, then her breasts. “You have such lovely breasts,” Randy said. “Stroke them while I watch. Play with your nipples.”

She did.

“Pull them, tweak the tips, squeeze.”

She followed his instructions. Yes. She did the things that felt really good, playing with her tits and enjoying the increasing pitch of her arousal.

As she watched, Randy's eyes seemed to follow her hands. She saw that he was rubbing his belly, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric of his jeans. She stared and smiled.

“Ahh, you like,” he said, unzipping the rest of the way, then slowly, sensuously sliding the pants down over his hips and kicking them aside. He wore no underwear. She could see that his beautiful cock was fully erect. It wasn't tremendous or phony-looking, just rigid, jutting from its nest of hair. “Now you.”

She removed the rest of her clothing and stretched out on the bed, the computer at her side.

“Good. Now watch my hand.”

As she stared at his erection, the camera, or whatever it was that controlled the characters in the room, zoomed in on his hands and his cock. He sensuously stroked himself from base to tip, then back again. It was so realistic that she could see the veins and arteries, the purple head, his fingers squeezing and releasing. She heard his groan and her fingers slid to her pussy. By now she knew all the best places to stroke, and she pushed herself higher and higher as she watched Randy's hands.

Now one hand rubbed his penis and the other cupped his balls. She was almost mesmerized as he stroked, and she stroked. “I'm going to come,” he moaned.

“Me, too,” she whispered.

“Then let's come together.” He rubbed, his thick, heavy breathing audible through the speakers. “Just another moment.”

Panting, heart pounding, the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she rubbed, found her clit, and touched it lightly.

He almost purred. “Another moment, another moment, yes, now. NOW!”

As she stared, thick gobs of semen jetted from his cock. She came, too, her entire body trembling.

She watched him collapse onto the bed behind him. Replete she clicked off the computer and fell asleep.

A
S TIME PASSED, EMILY REALIZED THAT SHE WAS BECOMING more adventurous about sex, even if it was only in a virtual environment. Never before had she experienced so many new sensations. More and more she was able to participate in what she was feeling and seeing, sharing great sex with Randy. They'd played with blindfolds—she'd applied one and then listened as Randy told her what to do. She'd gotten a transparent shower curtain, and with the computer on the toilet seat, she'd performed for him, massaging her body with a soapy sponge, then a rough loofah. She'd mounted a mirror on the wall of her bedroom and watched both herself and Randy during lovemaking. Day by day the psychic connection between them got stronger. She felt everything more and more directly, more and more deeply. Why, she lamented, wasn't he real?

One evening she even spoke to the screen, and Randy. “I want you to be real,” she said. “I want you here with me when I get home from work.”

“Be patient,” he said. “I know you'll find some way to work with it. What about trying to find the Ruby Ring of Ultimate Sexual Pleasure? It might help you.”

“Why would I want that? I've got just about everything I want right here.” Then she realized that she was discussing things with a computer animation. That was depressing in a way, but when she got really down about it, she grabbed herself by the scruff of her neck and told herself to enjoy what there was and not to be sad about what there wasn't.

“Right,” Randy said. “Just revel in all your new pleasures. How about doing something new this evening?” The menu flashed onto the screen. “I've got a few toys you might enjoy,” he said, grinning.

Option 8. She had complete faith in Randy's ability to make her senses react to whatever he did, so she clicked on Option 8. “While we're at it, why don't you invite one of the others to join us here in the Love Nest? You'd be amazed at what clever things we could do.”

Threesome? Option 9? She couldn't imagine sharing Randy with anyone else—but having another man with them? That might be fun. She hesitated. “Two options at the same time?”

“Sure, why not? We really need to further your education and have some fun,” the speakers intoned. “Go back outside and pick a man to join us.”

Did she truly want to do this? What the hell! It was all in fun and it existed only in her imagination anyway. No one else would know. No one else would judge her. And judge her for what?

She used her mouse to walk her screen-self back into the main room and clicked over each of the men there. Each one gave a little speech about how much he could add to her delight. Finally she selected a character known only as Toy Boy. He was shorter than Randy but stockier, with a weightlifter's body and a wide smile. He wore jeans and a vest covered with bulging pockets. She had a pretty good idea what those pockets contained and her pussy twitched in anticipation.

He preceded her into the Love Nest. “Fabulous,” Randy said.

“You told me about her,” Toy Boy said. “I can't wait.”

“Will you trust us?” Randy said. “We'll play with some new stuff. If anything isn't enjoyable, just say ‘no more' and we'll switch to something else. Fair?”

She nodded and they both seemed to know she'd agreed.

“Your clothing needs to come off,” Toy Boy said to her and she quickly complied, then put the computer on the bed beside her.

Toy Boy looked at Randy on the screen. “You told me she was fabulous and I can believe it.”

“I have good taste,” Randy said. As if he'd chosen her rather than the other way around.