The Wrong Side of Town

by Alden Odessa

  It was a dump, but I was ready for that. If anything, it exceeded my expectations. There was a main room that served dual purposes. It had a half wall in the middle of it and I could see what looked like a queen-size bed. Floral print bed coverings. In front of that, the section we were currently standing in, was a little living area. It had a couch to one side with a table beside it. It was larger than a nightstand but not quite the size of a coffee table. It was also taller than a coffee table, it came to the same height as the edge of the couch. On the other side of the table was a chair. It did not look comfortable, but plenty broken in.

  On the table was an ashtray and a book of matches. Seemed to be a pretty general practice around here. It reminded me of my second favorite thing to do here. Smoke.

  I went to the table and grabbed the matches. I lit up and checked my supply. I had three smokes left, so I made a mental note to pick up some more tomorrow since I would have to figure out a food situation anyway.

  Speaking of food there was a small refrigerator just to the side of the couch, set into the wall. It was slightly larger than a mini fridge, but only about half the size of a regular refrigerator. It might be enough space to fit a day's worth of food for just Bogo.

  To the left of the door was the bathroom and to the right of the entry was another door. I walked over to it. It wasn’t very big or spacious, really just enough room for a bed. This one had a full-sized mattress in it.

  I walked back out to Bogo and Betty and kind of told them what would happen.

  “Bogo, in here is your room,” I said, pointing in the direction of the room to the right of where they were standing. “I’m sorry it’s not a very big bed.”

  “Better than alley,” he said in his Bogo way.

  “Betty, you will stay in here with me,” I said, motioning to the bed. “I can sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable.”

  “I think you would be more comfortable in the bed with me,” she said. She did not say it in a sexual manner, she genuinely thought it would be best for me if I slept in the bed with her. She was very concerned about my well-being as well as my companionship.

  I knew I was playing a dangerous game with her as I was concerned she was going to become too attached but honestly I was kind of attached to the little rodent myself. I had committed myself to taking care of her last night in the alley and our encounter after that in bed only strengthened that commitment.

  Either way, I wasn’t going to say no to a night in a bed.

  “Bogo tired,” Bogo said. “Okay to sleep, boss?”

  Still not sure what I think about this boss thing, but I nodded and told him to get a good nights sleep as best he could. I would get him some food tomorrow and maybe we could look into some new clothes.

  I had explained to them both the money situation. Things would be tight until we could figure out how to earn. Bogo had offered to work and said that he had some money he could use to feed himself and betty for a few days if I needed it. I told him not to worry about it yet; I had promised to take care of him and I would do that the best I could. I think that meant something to him. I don’t think people have ever been very nice to Bogo.

  I told him I was going to let him sleep until he woke up; he wasn’t on the clock yet and I was sure that I would need him rested and ready to take on the world.

  He seemed to like the idea of being important, of being needed. So far it seemed that my harem was a very needy harem, but what did you expect, they were programmed that way.

  Bogo went to bed and closed the door behind him. I could see in his face that he was exhausted as were the rest of us. Betty however, although I could tell she was tired, still seemed to have a glimmer in her eye. She asked if it was okay if she tried out her new dress. She was like a child on Christmas morning. She had just gotten something new and couldn’t wait to play with it. Even if it was just a dress.

  I told her yes, and that she didn’t really need to ask me for permission for things like that. I said it even though I knew she still would. At least for a while.

  She told me she was going to clean up and she would be to bed shortly. I told her that she could do as she pleased. She too, was not yet on the clock. I still didn’t know what her job would be.

  But I would find something for her to do. 

  8

  Betty's Dress

  Betty had a thing about not closing the door when she got ready.

  I was sitting on the couch adjacent to the bathroom door checking my stats while no one was watching. I took off my shoes and socks. The thing about the way that my character was designed, is that all I had was a suit and dress shoes. Dress shoes are not nice to walk however many miles we had just walked to get here.

  I sat back on the couch and relaxed and was about to fall asleep when I noticed what Betty was doing. She had taken off all of her clothes, that ridiculous outfit she had been wearing, and was standing naked in front of the mirror. She wasn’t paying any attention to me as she began to clean herself off.

  She didn’t take a full bath, just used a cloth to wash herself. She put on the panties and admired them. they were nothing fancy, just regular cotton panties, but she modeled them to herself as if she had never had anything so nice before. She was genuinely excited.

  She was adorable, just in her sense of wonder. I got the sense that all of this was new to her. I don’t know how she was designed, or how long she even remembers being alive, but everything to her seems new. At least anything nice. She remembers so many things. The lay out of the city, where places are and how to get there, and details about this part of town. Some of these I think are details she would like to forget. I noted all of this, it could all be things that she was programmed with, this knowledge. She was given a back story, but that back story only included that which she had. She may have never remembered ever wearing anything but that terrible outfit she had been wearing.

  For all I knew, she had only really existed since she met me. Everything else was just a script.

  She picked up her dress and looked at it. I was admiring her skin. It looked better; she looked just a little healthier than the first time that I met her. She still had two black eyes, but the bruises on the rest of her body were fading and she appeared to have more of a glow about her.

  This all my be real, or it may be imagined on my part as I realized that I was starting to feel a stir in my pants. I am fully aware how things look to me when I’m horny versus when I’m not. Especially in this body. This body seemed to always be horny though. At least when I’m not drudging the terrain of the wrong side of town.

  She still hadn’t noticed me, so I took off my clothes. I hadn’t been out of them for a while and it felt good, even in this shitty hotel room, to sit around naked.

  I sat on the couch and watched her get dressed and before I knew it I was stroking myself. I wasn’t fully hard, but it felt good.

  She started admiring herself in her new dress and then finally noticed me and she let out a little yip as if I had startled her. “Oh,” she said.

  “Hi,” I greeted her, still stroking myself. I stood up and let my dick fall out of my hands. It was almost fully hard and looked like it was ready to pounce. Betty smiled at me as I walked to her. I could tell that she knew exactly what I was coming into the bathroom for.

  We didn’t say anything at first. I just walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder, feeling the cloth of the sundress she was now wearing. It felt nice. Just like everything else in this game it felt like the real thing, but better. Whatever something was supposed to be made out of, it felt just like the very best version of that. The cotton of this dress was no different.

  I was close enough to her, and my dick was big enough, that I had formed a sort of natural bridge from my groin to her belly. Being a foot taller than her, my mid-section was much higher than hers. My dick was rubbing up against the cotton of her dress and it felt good.

  She looked down at my cock and lifted her hand to meet it.
She grabbed it by the underside gently and pulled on it. Not so much pulling as much as angling it, rubbing it on her dress. She looked up at me.

  “You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen,” she said, still rubbing it against her. “I love touching it.” She bent over and lifted my dick up to her face. She looked at it and spoke to it almost in a whisper. “I love licking it.”

  She took her tongue and licked the head, right in the center, tasting to see if there was any come there yet. She gently tugged on my cock, pulling the head into her mouth and began sucking.

  It felt so good. Provided she knew her boundaries, and how much of it she could get in, she was good at it. It was when she tried too hard to please me that she got into trouble. Or rather I got into trouble with her teeth.

  She continued sucking on the tip for a moment and then took it out of her mouth and started licking the shaft and rubbing the head of my dick on her lips. Without any of it in her mouth she put her lips together at the underside of my head and started sucking on the rim at the base of the head. It felt good; she felt good.

  She continued doing this until I had had enough with the teasing. I reached down and pulled her up. She looked up at me with a smile. “Don’t come on my new dress.”

  “That’s not my intention.”

  I turned her around and bent her over the sink. I reached down and lifted up her dress and pulled down her panties all the way to her ankles. She lifted her foot so I could take them all the way off and I threw them to the side.

  I stood up and put my left hand on her ass and with my right hand I grabbed my cock and stepped up to her. I rubbed it against her clit first to get her warmed up; she was already there. She was ready for me.

  My dick is still too big for this small of a woman, so I take it slow at first.

  “It’s okay, baby,” she says, waiting for me to put it in and tired with my teasing. “I can take it, it hurts so good.”

  It was different this time than it was last night. She wanted it this time; it wasn’t a need thing; it was a genuine want. She wanted me to ram it home. She didn’t want the soft caress of a tender lover like she had needed last night.

  She wanted it hard. So I gave it to her.

  I eased the head in and let it set there for a moment. She gasped in anticipation. She held that gasp in, waiting for the moment when I slammed my cock into her.

  That moment was now.

  I shoved it in, not gently, but hard; with force. She let out the gasp in the form of a loud moan, almost a scream. She instantly raised her hand to her mouth in a reactionary way.

  I could see her, and myself, in the mirror in front of us. She had taken her hand and was biting down on it, containing her squeal as I eased out and then back in, and then again, harder and harder. I started pounding her as deep as I would go. I could feel the head of my dick crushing her insides, I was as far in as her body could physically allow, maybe more.

  Every thrust raised her up off the ground and she held onto the sink for balance as I continued to thrust into her. She was trying to speak, but couldn’t, I could see her face, and her eyes. She looked like she was losing the ability to even see. The thrusting of my cock was making her delirious. I liked it. I liked watching her almost lose her mind from the size of my cock and the force at which I was putting it in her.

  Again, she tried to speak, but all that came out was a murmur of gibberish and groans as she tried to catch her breath.

  I was an animal this time. Last night I had taken it slow with her, and tonight I was pounding her even harder that I fucked that two-thousand-dollar-a-night hooker. I was pounding her so hard that she was going limp. She could barely even hold on to the sink and I could feel her slipping off.

  I thrust my cock all the way into her and left it there and then leaned forward. Wrapping my arms around her stomach and arms. I gently removed her from the sink and slowly moved her down to the floor of the bathroom.

  It probably was disgusting, in fact, I’m sure of it, but right now I could only think of one thing, and that was coming in Betty and making her lose what was left of the feeling in her body!

  I got her to the floor and laid her down; I had managed to keep my cock in her. Her limp body was like jello at this point. She moaned and raised her left arm, back in my direction. She was trying to grab my arm. It didn’t seem like she needed it for support, she just wanted to touch me.

  “More,” she said feebly. “Come in me...” she managed to get out.

  I stabilized myself on the floor above her. She was lying on her stomach, flat on the ground. I arranged myself so that I was straddling her from behind. I put my knees on the floor and my arms out so that she could reach it. She grabbed onto my arm, weakly.

  “Come in my pussy, Buster,” was the last that she could get out before she went even more limp.

  I started ramming her, as deep as I could, just jack hammering her into the ground. She let out hushed groans as she had lost the ability to even comprehend the sensation. She was in a state of delirium.

  I was getting worried. Maybe I had gone too far, maybe this is too much, and this is too hard on her. Then I looked at her face, turned, and laying on her cheek. She was smiling, and she was whispering something. I leaned down close to her mouth while I continued to pound her, getting ready to come.

  She was just whispering my name repeatedly, saying it with a whimsical quality that sounded as light as the air. She loved what was happening to her, my giant cock bottoming her out.

  I was there; I was about to come and I leaned into her, harder than I ever have before and I let it loose. My massive load rocking into her. I was so deep into her that the come had no place to hide; she was as full as she could be, the semen spilling out of her around my cock and I came repeatedly inside of her.

  My last gasp of come ran through me and I let out a massive sigh and grunt and I slammed into her one more time, the last of my come seeping out.

  After it was all over I collapsed on top of her, she didn’t even flinch, her body was completely numb. I rolled of off her and my cock flopped out into the open air, spilling my load out onto the floor. I laid on the ground next to her and looked over. She was conscious, but just barely. She was smiling and her eyes were only half open.

  I laid there and caught my breath. That had been savage, and great. Totally different from last night. This may have been very sexually satisfying, but that was exactly all that it was, there was no mixed feelings about it like I had last night, no confusion. I had just used and abused Betty, and she clearly loved it.

  My post ejaculation mind wondered in that way that a post ejaculate mind does. I started to think about life again, this life, not my old one. I wondered what would come next? What happens now?

  I pulled myself up off the ground and stood up. I reached the button to pull up my stats.

  H: 12 $:370 BR:48 T:57 DOM:66 PRW:72 ST:12

  Wow. +9 in DOMINANCE and +2 in PROWESS, that’s pretty impressive. What’s not impressive is that twelve health. I had to get sleep.

  I was weak, but I sure as hell would not let Betty sleep on the floor. I picked her up, luckily she was light, and carried her to the bed. Careful not to slip on any of the fluids we had left on the floor.

  I laid her down in bed and she was like a rag-doll. I pulled back the covers and put her under them. Instinctively I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead which I instantly felt strange about.

  Best not to think about it.

  I finished tucking her in and thought I had better check on Bogo before I went to bed. I walked over to his doorway and didn’t even have to open it. I could hear him snoring through the door, sleeping happily.

  I walked back to the bed that Betty was in and pulled up the covers on the other side. I fell asleep before I even got the covers over me.

  9

  Karen

  She feels good.

  She hasn’t felt like this in years, something about her differs from how it has been in
the past. There is a new life in her, a new desire.

  She is riding me like she has never ridden me before. When was the last time she was on top anyway? Our love life comprised of the following moves for the last few years: A casual thing in the morning, where I would wake up, hard and ready to go and she would be asleep. I would lean over in bed and spoon her. She would stir, feeling my hard erection poking her on a butt cheek. She may not be ready for it, or excited about it, but she was always willing.

  That was one thing about our marriage, she never rejected me but she never instigated things either. She was always quick to get wet too. I’d play with her tits a little or rub her clit for a few moments and then she’d be ready for me to enter her. It wasn’t the most passionate sex in the world, nothing like when we were newlyweds, but still she was willing. Honestly, it was becoming more maintenance than anything else. It’s almost like she just felt like she was doing her wifely duties.

  Had this been my fault? I certainly wasn’t as passionate as I had once been either. I mean, I did just roll over and basically tap her on the ass, give her a few pumps and then go back to sleep. Not a lot of Lothario love making in that. Not exactly the stuff of romance novels. Not even trashy ones.

  Pathetic. I think that’s the word I would use to describe what this was like. This was not much different from just jerking off, except someone else was there. Sometimes I was only doing it because I had had a dream about some other woman. Was this it? Was this going to be the rest of my life? Was I just going to fuck my wife while thinking about someone else for the rest of my life? I didn’t want to think about that. I loved my wife.

  Our other sexual encounters pretty much existed just out of obligation. We’d go out to eat, meet with friends, see a movie, or even have a full-fledged date with any combination of the three. We’d come home and get ready for bed. We’d get in and in almost a habitual way, I would roll over on top of her, we’d kiss for a little while, feel each other up, I’d stick it in and five minutes later we’d both be asleep. At least I would sleep, I think she read a book or something.