Stuck in Canny Valley

by Alden Odessa

  She took my dick and just rested it on her face, softly rubbing in on her cheek. She looked up at me and smiled.

  “I wanted to get all of it,” she said in a soft and sexy bedroom voice. I looked past her; I just couldn't get enough of those tits. They were just so perfectly round. Almost as if she could hear what I was thinking, she scooted a little closer to me and rubbed my cock on those beautiful breasts. The liquid from her pussy and mouth that had been on my dick was making them glisten.

  She stopped what she was doing and looked at me again. “You know, we still have some time,” she said.

  Best. Game. Ever.

  9

  Round Two

  She stood up and pushed me backward. I found that there was a chair behind me that I hadn’t noticed before, and sat down

  I had that post sex semi-erection, not fully hard, but not yet fully flaccid. I was sitting, and she was standing in front of me, almost to let me take her all in. I hadn’t taken much time when I first got here to inspect her close up. She was so much better in the flesh than she had been in that opening tutorial.

  I should really start using the term, “In the Flesh” in air quotes.

  No matter. It was real to me.

  She stood there and put her hands on her hips. I couldn’t decide what I liked best, her boobs or her vagina. Hell, they were both great. Better than I had ever seen in real life. The only thing that came close was Sierra, back at the strip club I just came from.

  “Do you need a minute?” she asked.

  I looked down at my dick, I was still half hard, and I’m sure that it wasn’t going to take much coaching from her to get me back to all the way up. I didn’t need a minute so much for recovery, but I kind of felt like I needed a moment just to take in all that had happened to me so far.

  Nah. That’s the old me talking. I bought this game for a reason. This was that reason.

  I lifted my eyebrow to her, and she took this the way that I meant for her to take it. I was ready. She smiled at me and got down on her knees and spread my legs. She looked at my going-flaccid-dick. “Looks like this guy needs a little motivation.”

  She took my dick into her hand and started gently touching it with her fingernails. It was subtle, but my dick was extra sensitive at the moment from our last tryst, only a few minutes ago. It felt good, really good, and it was doing the desired trick. I could feel it starting to firm up again.

  She took it and licked the tip. Just a tease at first, but then she put the whole head in her mouth and just rested it there. She took her tongue and circled it. With her hand, she cupped my balls, which were crazy sensitive at the moment. She didn’t squeeze them or pull on them. She just gently caressed them, like a soft massage. She looked at me with those crystal blue eyes while she licked the head, her tongue was skilled.

  Still holding my balls with one hand, she used her other to stroke me, up and down, I was now almost fully erect again. She stopped licking it and pulled away. She was still stroking it, but now she just looked at it.

  “Almost there,” she said.

  She then went back in with her mouth. She went down on it with her thick lips and deep throat. From this angle, she was now almost able to get the whole thing in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my dick, stroking it with her hand in perfect unison. She then pulled back again and looked at me. She scooted forward on the carpet and brought her tits up to meet my dick. She took her massive breasts and wrapped them around my cock and squeezed her tits around it. She smiled at me and moaned as she rubbed up and down with her tits.

  The tip of my dick was punching her in the neck as it stuck out the top of her smashed together cleavage. Her boobs were impossibly soft for how firm they were. Her tits felt like pillows! She turned her head down to get her mouth on my dick while she let me titty-fuck her. She started sucking on the tip while continuing to move her breasts up and down. I don’t know how long I can hold on before I came a second time, but I wanted this to go on forever. It was so good that it was actually reminding me that it was a simulation. Real life didn’t feel this good. Nothing in real life felt this good.

  She leaned back and beat my dick against the top of her tits. Making them jiggle. “Looks like you’re ready,” she said.

  “I’ll say.”

  She stood up and turned around, and I got another look at her perfectly round ass. She backed up and sat down on me, reaching around to grab my dick while she guided it in.

  She got it all the way in and let out a squeal of delight, and then she started grinding on it. She leaned back and took my hands, putting them on her massive tits. I squeezed them and then let my fingers pull on her nipples, which she seemed to enjoy and groaned in delight, moving back and forth, faster and faster on my dick.

  She now leaned forward, almost bending over, and then started ramming my dick. She was once again screaming in ecstasy. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a green +1, but I’m not sure what it was for, it wasn’t distracting, but I was really focused on the task at hand and her screams.

  “You’re gonna make me come!!” she screamed out as she continued to slam back into my dick. “I’m coming,” she started yelling over and over again until finally, I felt her insides tense up as she stopped thrusting backward, and just held my dick in her pussy. Then she leaned back ever so slightly and I felt her muscles release and with it a wash of fluid as she came all over me. She leaned back on my body and groaned and then went completely limp.

  She leaned her head to mine and put her lips to my ear. “Are you going to come baby?”

  “I’m close,” I said.

  “Come on my face, baby.”

  What? Hell yes, she was a dirty girl. She turned around and got on her knees in front of me. I stood up in front of her; she leaned back to give me room. I took my dick in my hand and started stroking it. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth. Talking to me while she did it. “Give me that come on my face, baby!”

  Her face was a few inches away from my dick; she kept talking to my dick, asking it to come on her. She was rubbing her own tits with her hands, pinching her nipples. It was almost too much for me. This was some real porn star shit. Here I was, with my damn near foot long dick, throbbing purple head, about to come all over this amazingly hot woman.

  No sooner than I could think it than it happened. I’ve never felt like this before, or rather the sensation never felt so clear to me, but I could feel the come shooting up my dick. I could feel it so clearly as my pearl white come shot out onto her face. She didn’t even flinch, she just took it all over her face, and it was just as massive as the last load. Clean white strands of come landed all over her face. She just smiled, as if enjoying every drop of it on her skin.

  My load was coming to an end, with a few smaller shots landing on her tits, that she continued to rub, the come making them glisten. She opened her mouth and with her tongue licked the remaining ejaculate out of my dick. I think I was getting dizzy. I crumbled back down onto the chair, depleted of all energy and liquids!

  She got off of her knees and sat on her ass. She looked down at her tits. She lifted them up to her mouth and licked my come off of them. She then looked at me and smiled, her face dripping with my load. She took her finger and found the cream, pulling it off of her and putting it in her mouth. I then leaned my head back and closed my eyes and let the wave of euphoria wash over me.

  10

  Achievement Unlocked

  I woke up a few minutes later.

  I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but I was alone and still naked. I looked at myself. However long I had been sleeping it was long enough to go limp. Ronnie was gone without a trace. She was even kind enough to make the bed before she left.

  For a moment, my mind played tricks on me. I briefly had the thought that this had all been a dream. The signs were there. The room was clean, even a made bed. Had I gotten tired and decided to get a motel room to take a nap? That didn’t make any sense. Why would I do that? No, I
had come to meet a prostitute.

  I reached down and felt my dick. It was sensitive. This had all been real. I could tell when I had just had sex, especially having sex two times in a row. I can’t remember the last time I did that. My Honeymoon? I was young then, so was my wife. That was a good week. We had so much sex, and we were so in love.

  Uh-oh. Guilt. I know that this was just a simulation, this is just a game, but this was unlike any game I had ever played before in my life. That felt real. My dick feels like it just had sex. It’s different than just jerking off; your dick feels different after having sex; after being inside somebody else. I seriously just cheated on my wife.

  No, none of this is real, no matter how it felt, this was not a real experience. I didn’t just break a vow! Sure, things aren’t like they used to be between my wife and me, but I wouldn’t have an affair, that’s just not who I am.

  I can tell I’m going to be spending a while trying to justify this all in my head. I also know myself well enough to know that, even though I feel bad now, it’s just because I just came. Tomorrow I’m gonna be right back here, having sex with another virtual prostitute.

  I rub my eyes and try to figure out what time it is. The sky was the same color outside, it was still night, but I didn’t know if the game was perpetual night or if it actually had a daytime. I didn’t check the time before I came in, I had only one goal, and when I reached that goal, time was the furthest thing from my mind.

  I stood up; I felt great, this body was really built for fucking. I walked around to see if there was a clock anywhere. There wasn't, but I found a note; it was from Ronnie. It read: “Hey Love, Call me again sometime. Ronnie”

  Short, sweet and to the point. She made me feel like a new man but at the same time—wasn’t that her job?

  I looked around for any more signs of the time or of her whereabouts. I would assume that she had left, probably another John somewhere that she needed to service. I’m sure she was popular, but at the same time, at $2000, she didn’t come cheap.

  I kinda have to laugh at that pun.

  My Stats, I haven’t checked my stats. I remember seeing a few plus one’s while I was having sex with Ronette, I needed to check to see where that got me.

  H: 67 $: 2755 BR: 43 T: 32 DOM: 52 PRW: 70 STR: 12

  Wow. First thing of note, the sex really took it out of me. That number seemed pretty realistic too; I was starving. How the hell could you be starving in a game? After I logged out, I think I needed to treat myself to a big meal. Maybe leave the house and go hit up a buffet somewhere for lunch. It should be about lunchtime in reality.

  I’m not sure of the rules, another thing I will have to check when I log out, but this tryst gained me plus five in prowess, plus one in trust, and one in dominance. I don’t really know what I did that was special other than just have sex with her. Curious to know if the fact that I had sex with such an experienced, or expensive, hooker had something to do with it.

  I was too hungry to really think about it, and I had gotten what I came for. It didn’t look like I needed to clean up so I guess I would just log out and come back tomorrow.

  I swiped over to the menu screen and tapped on Log Out.

  Error screen. Huh? I tapped it again, same error screen. Although it was not letting me log out, it wasn’t giving me a reason why. Shit. Why didn’t I read those instructions?

  I briefly panicked. What if I couldn't log out? What if it was broken in some way? I couldn’t even feel my body in the real world, so I had no idea how to just pull the device off my head and do a hard reset. There was no power off button that I could see. Not on the heads-up display, anyways.

  I looked around the room; there had to be a power down button, right?

  Calm down. Focus. Nothing was screwy here. I opened the screen back up and went to the menu. Same error screen when I tried to log out. I swiped over to the help tab. Nothing of any use. It just had the explanation of my statistics. There was nothing else that I could even look at. I went to the objectives.

  Rescue Betty

  A fat lot of good that did me. Maybe I had to complete the objective to log out? I do remember when I watched the crowdfunding video, that it promised a virtual world of open gameplay. It specifically said that I didn’t have to complete missions to enjoy the game. I could just log in, do whatever I wanted and then log out.

  The designers of this game were no dummies. They made a game that sold fantasies. Men like me could log in, have sex, and then log out. Going on missions, you would probably get rewards and money. That was the whole point of the game. Get money, build a harem of women, rule the land. That was the way to beat it. It also promised that it wasn’t a pay-to-win game, that you could beat the game without ever spending a dime.

  They knew their market. I didn’t really want to go through all of the steps to play the game and do all that other shit. I wanted to fuck hookers, and that came at a cost. Two-thousand credits to be exact. So most men would spend and spend to just keep doing that. Micro charges sure, but over time that all adds up. And with gameplay like this, hell, they were going to be printing money by the time it was all said and done.

  My fifty dollars had translated into five thousand in in-game money. That worked out to a penny a credit. Ronette was the best twenty bucks I ever spent!

  Cigarettes, I still had cigarettes. It had been a long time since I smoked after sex. While I’m still in the game, I might as well have one while I figure out what to do. Also, I didn’t know if those would carry over to the next time I logged in.

  I went to the bedside table and saw that there were an ashtray and matches. I grabbed them and lit up. There was another secondary market for this game. People like me who had vices that they gave up long ago. This cigarette felt real but had no real-life consequences, so I could just log in to have a smoke if I wanted. I’m surprised they were so inexpensive, and I’m curious if the designers knew that people might do that. Once they caught on, I bet the price of smokes in-game was going to skyrocket.

  There were just so many damn uses for this game.

  I took a drag from the smoke and thought about the situation once again. I opened up my menu screen and was still unable to log out. I went to the credits screen. If there was one thing that was guaranteed to work, it was the screen where you would be able to make in-game purchases.

  Another error screen, it read: This option is not currently available.

  Damn. It had been worth a shot. Something must really be messed up with the software if I can’t even spend any real-world money on it.

  As fun as this had been, I was starting to get a really bad feeling. What if I couldn’t get out of the game? What if I was still here when my wife got home? What did my body even look like in the real world? I had been wearing this—harness and headset. What were my hands doing? Had I came in real life? Twice?! Was there clean up involved? Fuck!

  I tried to calm myself, and enjoy the cigarette. One thing I knew was that I wasn’t going to be able to fix this situation by just sitting here, but the smoke was helping me collect my thoughts.

  I needed to explore. The more time I wasted, the more time I stood the chance of literally being caught with my pants down. Somewhere out there were the keys to getting out of this game.

  This is just like me. I bought the beta version of the game; the designers still had a few kinks to work out. They had spent so much time developing an admittedly awesome game, but some of the general gameplay steps they missed. Like how to log out.

  They had done too good of a job; the experience was so lifelike that I couldn’t even feel my real-world body, only this one. The persona of Buster Rockknocker.

  Even when all hope appears lost, that name still cracks me up.

  One thing that I hadn’t tried yet. I put my hands to my head and felt for the headset that I was wearing in front of my laptop. My hand instantly started feeling my own face. Or rather Buster Rockknocker’s face. There was no sign of there being a headset on it. It
felt like a face. Not a headset and not a bunch of ones and zeros which is what Buster was. Just a digital image. He only existed here. And he was the only thing of me that existed. I bet I looked ridiculous, feeling my face like this, suddenly I was glad I was alone. I also just realized that I was still naked. I’m walking around, smoking, buck naked in front of a giant picture window that overlooked the entire city.

  The City!

  With all of this, I still hadn’t even looked out the window. My menu didn’t have a map, or at least not a useable one. It only formed itself as I witness things or went places. Maybe if I looked out the window, the map would fill in. I looked out the window and took in the majesty of this city; it was huge. Not just in sheer land size, but also in height. I looked out the window, and most of the buildings were taller than this one, through them I could see a glimmer of water in the distance. A bay of some sorts. Looking down through the window I could see the street, and how close the buildings were together. This game was hugely populated by the looks of it. If I ever had to find one particular thing it would be like searching for one particular needle in a stack of other needles.

  Without specific gaming instructions and direction, it looked like you could explore this place for days, years, a lifetime even.

  I turned back around and brought up my map. My plan hadn’t worked. It appeared that the only way to build my map was to do it on foot. So, I figured it was best to get started on that. I went over to the other side of the bed and grabbed my clothes. I was still naked. Honestly, it felt pretty good, being naked. This body was fit, and it felt good to be naked. It felt lighter because it was. The only thing I had to get used to was this horse cock I was dragging around with me. Even limp it was still heavier than I was used to.

  I dressed and thought about my situation logically. I had no reason to panic; I hadn’t read the instructions, it was just as likely that I couldn’t exit the game from a hotel room as anything else. I don’t know the purpose of that theory, but why the hell not. It could be that I could only exit from specific points. Save points maybe. Who knows, the UI was not very helpful and it looked a little undercooked. I had no idea how a designer could spend so much time developing a city like this, a game like this, as realistic as it was, and slip up on something simple like a user interface and menu system. The game is probably still in beta, and there are some bugs to work out.