Popping Virtual Cherries

Jack closed the door behind them both. Karmen flinched at the click of the lock. There she was with her husband, a husband she had known for only an hour. Yet on her character sheet, they had an active sex life, and then there was their daughter Maria. From the look in Jack’s eye, he didn’t lock the door just so he could talk about their daughter. His gaze drank her in—her curves, her large breasts, the mass of hair running down her butt—he drank her in and his gaze smoldered.

She had been turned on even before she entered the game. She was going to need to come to terms with Jack—with fucking an NPC who loved her in a world that would expect her to build a deep emotional connection. Then there had been Lisa. It must be wrong to think of something that horrible as hot, but if so, Karmen was a very bad girl. And then encouraging an NPC who was notionally her daughter to go off and fuck a boy she hardly knew—yeah, that also had a thrill of the taboo running through her.

But she was afraid. She wasn’t shy as a lover, at least not in a closed bedroom. Here with Jack ought to be comfortable, except this was a game. This world stripped away euphemisms like making love. People came here to indulge their sexuality. Part of her wanted that. The rest trembled.

While Karmen pondered, Jack had not hesitated. His shoes were on the floor; his socks were already in a clothes hamper. He was placing his already folded shirt on the dresser. He turned back to Karmen, his chest and arms bare. He looked delicious. Karmen longed to run her hands along the muscles of his arms and to stroke his well-defined abs.

He stepped out of his pants, naked before her. His cock flopped, already partially hard.

Jack’s gaze focused on her. “What’s wrong, baby?” He stepped forward and stroked her face. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

What should she say? She couldn’t tell him that she felt like she was on display here in this world. Fuck, that was literally true. She had gone off without asking her team not to look. At least she could fix that. She sent <In case I forget to ask again, I would like privacy when I am off with Jack—no watching us live, no watching the recording later.>

Karmen: Faux Pas (0 points accepted). You will never be penalized for what you say in chat. Restrictions like the one Karmen proposes are not recommended; they stand in the way of the openness and acceptance you must find in yourself to learn what it is to be Drazu. Your team is free to adopt whatever approach it wishes, even if you choose to shoot yourself in the foot.

karmen blushed. <Fine, then, look if you want. Just don’t let me know—at least not this time.>

zara responded, <You have nothing to worry about. You are beautiful. You said you would fuck the entire Drazu empire if you had to. Just dive into that spirit and you will do fine.>

Jack noticed Karmen’s blush. “Are you worried about what you said—that the video was hot?”

He looked down. “You don’t mind I found it hot too, do you?”

She reached out and lifted his chin so that their eyes met. “I don’t mind at all. It’s hot ... monstrously wondrous just like Lisa said. We aren’t going to be able to shy away from things like that. It’s just all so much.” That was all true, even if Jack would come to his own conclusions about her worries.

His arms wrapped around her. Her arms snaked around his middle. Her breasts pressed against him; his cock pressed into her belly. His back was as solid as she imagined. Holding him felt good. “Whatever you need. If you want to talk—”

“Please no.”

“We can just cuddle if you like—take things slow,” he said.

That would be the easy way out. She was tempted. That wasn’t what someone who was ready to fuck the entire Drazu empire for a challenge pendant would do. “I want ... when you locked the door and turned to me, the way you looked at me ... I want that. I just need a little help getting there.”

He smiled down at her. “My precious Karmen. How do you want help?

“Do you want a fantasy—something to set the mood?”

“That could work. Do you have an idea?”

Jack looked away and blushed. “This is just an idea; it might be way too much. You know how Lisa said she would get hers later?”

Her heart began to race. “Yes?”

“I imagined after she was done recording, she ran off and took charge, getting exactly what she wanted.”

He continued, “I imagined waiting for you, ready at your pleasure for whatever you needed—just like Alexander waited for Lisa.”

Karmen shivered in anticipation. “Oh, I like that.”

“You could take things as fast or as slow as you like.”

Karmen licked her lips. Jack’s idea was perfect. It let her set the pace with him. His approach to how hot they both found the slaves also helped her think about Drazu slavery. She might be one of the people chosen to be a slave. Having some control in her life, even over other slaves, would make being a slave more playable.

“On the bed,” Karmen said. Jack sat down on the bed. “No, spread out, so I can drink you in.”

“Yes, mistress.” Karmen did not think that sounded right: slaves probably were not called mistress. “Just call me Karmen.”

She looked down at Jack. He looked delicious spread out on their bed. Little wisps of hair played across his body. The muscles in his legs stood out even with him there relaxed. His cock was anything but relaxed. It stood proud, pulsing slightly.

Karmen stepped to the side of the bed and ran her hand along his arm. Yes! Hard, strong man, just as she expected. His large hand covered hers. Looking down, her hands were soft—no marks of days painting and sculpting adorned this body. Getting used to that would take time—perhaps less time than getting used to the man before her.

She kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the bed. He reached for her. She pushed his hand back down. She ran her hand down his sides. He squirmed. oh, so he was ticklish. She would keep that in mind. For now, she used more pressure, enjoying the feel of him under her hands.

“You are driving me crazy,” he said.

She smiled down at him. “Good. Now you know how I feel when you look at me like you do.”

“Like what?”

“You drink me in, like I am all that’s there,” she said. “Like by the time you are done with me, there will be nothing left.”

“I like that,” he said.

She realized that she did too. She liked being desired; she liked his attention. Her hand brushed against his cock. He inhaled sharply. “Too hard?” she asked.

“No, it feels good. It’s just ... you have no idea what effect you have on me.”

She licked her lips. “Oh, I think I might.” This entire situation helped her feel comfortable in her sexuality. She had the control; she was desired. Her arousal had been building for days: there was the anticipation, the mixed horror and eroticism of her glimpses into Drazu Premium, receiving her character sheet, and everything that had happened since arriving in game. Jack had found a way to give her permission to indulge herself safely.

She smeared a few drops of pre-cum across his cock and began to stroke him. The power she had over him felt good. Every little twitch of his cock in her hand was a testament to her control and her desirability. The pre-cum leaking onto her fingers was a celebration of how naughty she was going to be.

“Be careful. I am getting close,” he said.

“So close already? I just got started.”

“I know! It’s you. I am always turned on thinking of you. But with everything going on, I just want to be safe—in your arms, inside you.”

She smiled down at him. “Oh, I think that can be arranged ... eventually.”

“You are going to drive me insane,” he said. “If you keep touching me like that, I am not going to last.”

“What if I want to touch you like that?” She bent forward, her breath warm against his cock.

“Then you better hope I don’t come all over you.”

Karmen laughed. “Perhaps that’s what I want. If the Drazu take you, I want a memory of your lust.” His cock twitched in her hand, oozing pre-cum.

“Do you want that?” he asked.

“We’ll see.” She crawled up the bed and kissed him gently. Her tongue traced his lips. When he opened his mouth to invite her in, she plunged her tongue deeper, tasting him.

She heard the unmistakable thumping of a bed against the wall from a room down the hall. Osman and Jing must be fucking. She blushed wondering whether Jack and she would make enough noise to be heard by the rest of the house. With a thrill of excitement, she realized it didn’t matter. Everyone on her team could watch. With her tongue in Jack’s mouth and her hand on his cock, that just didn’t matter the way it had a few minutes ago. Part of her hoped they were watching.

Jack and Karmen’s tongues danced together. This felt so good. She moved her hand faster, stroking him harder. His hips rose off the bed. Pre-cum continued to ooze from his cock, soaking her hand.

She felt powerful, but she wanted more. She broke the kiss and sat up straight. Jack moaned in frustration. She leaned down and licked the cum from her hand, savoring the salty taste. It felt good to let go of her fears and embrace the sexy naughtiness inside.

“You’re such a tease,” he groaned.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “you will like the next part.”

“Yes, Karmen.”

“I am going to get undressed now. I want to feel you inside me,” she said.

Jack watched avidly as she sat up and removed her blazer. Beneath, she wore a low cut blouse and tight pants. The pants were a conservative black, but the blouse showed a lot of cleavage. She popped the buttons releasing her bust and let the blouse fall to her shoulders. She slipped the blouse off.

The steady thumping of the bed down the hall was punctuated by occasional cries.