by Dark Angel
Even though I’m sitting, I feel myself moving as I walk toward the light in the distance. It seems that the Illicit Escape not only affects what you can see, but all of your other senses as well. Oh, this is going to be good … Really good.
As I close in on the object, I realize it’s a mirror. There’s no illumination in this empty and dark virtual place I’m in, so it seems the flat surface of the mirror isn’t reflecting any light; instead, it’s from there that the light comes. From the other side of the mirror, my reflection looks straight into my eyes.
My hair is tied up in a ponytail, and I’m wearing nothing aside from a pair of high-heels, black stockings, and a matching pair of black lace panties and bra. My lips are painted with a deep red, the color of wine, and I can’t help but lift one finger and brush it over my mouth. It’s a strange feeling. I feel my real body frozen in place, but my body in this dream world reacts, and I touch my lips with one fingertip. And I can actually feel it.
This is insane; this thing has to be worth millions and millions of dollars. No, scratch that… We’re talking billions here. This is so far beyond what anyone has managed to pull off. Once he launches Illicit Pleasures, Ethan will become the undisputed King of Porn… And I bet that it won’t take long for his VR technology to make him as rich as God once he ventures outside of the sex industry. No wonder Simon is dying to get his hands on this prototype. Forget about porn, this is a game changer.
My thought process doesn’t take long to derail. I see someone moving in the mirror, drawing close, and I turn on my heels to face him. Ethan is standing right behind me, wearing what looks like a million dollar suit; from the crisp white shirt to the polished black shoes, everything on him seems arranged to perfection.
“Hello, Brittney,” he says, gently smiling, and he sounds just like the real Ethan.
“Hello,” I hear myself responding, even though my real lips aren’t moving. The longer I spend with the glasses, the more they seem to be working their magic on me. There’s already a noticeable change taking place; it all looked so life like, but now… It just seems real.
“Ready for the ride of your life?” The Ethan in front of me tells me, undoing his tie at the same time. “I’m here to do… whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want,” I repeat after him, the words taking on an almost mystical sound. His smile turns into a grin, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt then, his fingers moving with maddening patience. As his chiseled pectorals and abs come into view, my pussy starts to grow wet. Oh, when all this is over, I’m getting one of these glasses.
Once Ethan takes off his shirt, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out. Without taking his eyes off of me, he joins the two ends of the belt in his hand, and then snaps it tight.
“Close your eyes,” he commands me, and I feel that steady pulse of light against my eyelids again. Once it subsides, I open my eyes again and my surroundings have changed; we’re in an enormous room now, and there’s a bed right in the middle of it. The floor is all carpeted in red, and so are the walls; there are no windows or doors in this place, and the illumination seems to come from the top and bottom corners of the room. Ethan remains in front of me, though, his chest bare and the belt in his hand.
Without saying a word, I know what he wants me to do. I saunter toward the bed, and bending over, I jut my ass back as I place my hands on top of the mattress. Somehow, the machine is reading my innermost desires, pulling them out from their unconscious slumber and turning them into something tangible.
“Use me, Ethan,” I find myself saying, my whole body tensing up as I prepare for the impact of the belt. To my surprise, it doesn’t come; instead, he simply brushes the leather belt against my ass cheeks, gently moving it up and down. He’s teasing me; it seems that the machine is devious enough to not only know what you want… but also what you need.
“Beg,” his word seems like a command from a god, and my insides clench in response. My thong is already drenched in my wetness, and I feel it sticking to my skin. By now, I can’t even feel my real body; my world is now inside this reality. Still, I’ll bet that my real thong is as soaked my digital one.
“Please, Ethan…” I whisper, getting the words out between breaths. He keeps brushing the belt against me as if he didn’t hear me, making me want his sweet punishment even more. As he takes the belt off of my ass, he places one finger between my ass cheeks and over the small string of my thong, and slides it over to my back. I can’t help but moan as I feel his touch and then, just like that, he takes his finger out and I feel him moving behind me; in a heartbeat, the belt lands heavily on my ass, the sound of it blending in with my scream.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, whipping me across the ass again. The dry sound of the leather hitting my flesh crawls all the way up to my brain, and I can barely think straight.
“Yes, yes,” I repeat as he slaps me with the belt again, hard enough to leave a mark. I never cared too much about being roughed up like this, but with Ethan it just seems… Inevitable. He’s a dominant man, and what better way than this for me to feel his dominance?
Slapping my ass repeatedly, he only stops when my skin seems to be on fire. My eyes are closed, but I hear the belt falling on the carpeted floor. In an instant, he’s on me, his bare chest pressed against my back; his hands go straight to my breasts, and he squeezes them eagerly over my bra, pulling one cup down and baring my hard nipple. He pinches it between two of his fingers and a loud moan jumps out of my mouth.
“I want to fuck you…” he whispers against my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks. “To devour you…” When he pulls back, his fingers go from my breasts to my back and with a quick flick of his fingers, he undoes the clasp on my bra. I shiver as he pulls it down my arms, and then simply throws it somewhere on the floor.
“Devour me then,” I moan, and as if my words were a command, he goes down on his knees. My skin prickles as his fingers slide down my skin, and then they finally stop on my waistline when they meet my thong; hooking his fingers there, he slowly starts to pull on my drenched underwear. I lean forward as I feel him pushing the fabric stuck between my ass cheeks, and then my skin prickles as it easily slides down my legs. Now, wearing only stockings and high heels, I’m more than ready for him to devour me. And that’s exactly what he does: placing both his hands on my ass cheeks, he pushes me forward and I bend even more; then, he leans into me.
I feel the tip of his tongue running between my soaked folds and I can’t help but tremble in place, lust raging through my veins. As his tongue goes back and forth, my mind starts to go through a slow boil, and it doesn’t take long for me to thrust back. As I do it, he matches my movement and goes all the way in as well; he crushes his mouth against my pussy and starts to suck immediately, jabbing with his tongue.
I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face and feeling electric sparks travel all the way up my spine and make their home inside my mind. My thoughts are crashing against one another, and it’s almost impossible to focus on anything… Anything besides the electric pleasure that consumes me, that is.
“Keep going… Don’t stop…” I moan, thrusting back against him even harder. Loyal to my words, he starts devouring me as if he needed to do it to survive. Working me with his whole mouth, he does in such that a way that the electricity pooling in my brain starts a fire, scorching whatever rationality was still inside of me.
Curling my fingers and grabbing at the sheets, I bunch them up as my muscles turn into solid concrete. Electricity and fire turns into pent-up tension and then, in just a heartbeat, all that tension goes free. I go down on my elbows as my muscles start to spasm, my heart drumming so furiously it seems ready to burst at any given moment.
“OH GOD…!” I cry out, somehow managing not to scream. Somewhere in my mind, I know that I’m still sitting in front of Ethan, in the real world… And as I moan and scream, I’m also vaguely aware that I’m doing it for real. Not that it matter
s; the real Ethan is probably watching everything that’s happening inside my head on his iPad. And that… Well, that just makes me even hornier.
As the orgasm starts to subside, Ethan doesn’t allow me a break; he pulls back from me, takes a deep breath, and then dives in again. He starts to suck me as eagerly as before, but this time he runs one hand up my leg and presses one finger right on top of my clit. I tremble as I feel the pressure there, but I remain in place, trying to ride the waves of pleasure without falling off.
As if he knows what I want him to do next, he runs his tongue between my inner lips and then keeps going upward. I sigh as his finger goes down from my clit and he pushes it inside of me, curling it in a hook motion until it meets my G-spot. I scream loudly, and as I do it, he presses his mouth right between my ass cheeks.
“Oh, God…” I moan again, Ethan flicking his tongue at my asshole as he keeps on rubbing my G-spot, the two sensations raising a whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I just came, but I’m about to do it again. Christ, someone give a Nobel Prize to the brains behind Illicit Escape: this thing is so good it might just make sex between two real people almost obsolete. Almost being the key word, of course. Nothing beats the nitty gritty of having a man like Ethan fucking your brains out. Nothing.
Licking my ass in much the same way as he was licking my pussy, he starts to press harder against my G-spot. Time seems to stretch all around me, and the flames of pleasure are growing at a relentless pace. Even though I still feel the remains of my first orgasm fluttering in my head, I’m ready to go again.
My eyes close by instinct, and in that same moment, fireworks go off behind my eyelids. My eyes roll in their orbits and I fall forward, collapsing on top of the mattress as I flail my limbs. It’s almost like having a seizure, but one that I wouldn’t mind if it lasted forever.
I’m still shaking when I feel Ethan’s fingers on my wrist. He pulls one arm upward, and I offer no resistance as he places something metallic on my wrist. I open my eyes just in time to see him handcuffing me to the bedposts, but I do nothing to dissuade him; this is exactly what I want.
He goes around the bed and handcuffs my other hand, forcing me to go on all fours. With both my arms tied to the bedposts, there’s really no other position for me to be in.
“Now… You’re mine,” he says, his words oozing a kind of primitive power. Yes, I’m his, there’s no doubt about that.
“Then treat me like it…” I whisper, trying hard to keep my neck straight. My muscles are still reeling from the orgasm, and if it wasn’t for the handcuffs, I don’t know if I’d be able to get up at all from the mattress.
“I intend to,” he tells me, and then climbs on top of the bed. Stepping over my arms, he goes up to his feet, and looks down at me. “You have no idea how much I’m enjoying the view from up here,” he continues, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs. I swallow hard as I see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I half-expect it to simply rip its way out of the fabric. With a wild grin on his lips, he kicks off his pants and then takes off his boxers, throwing all of his clothes out of the bed. My heart skips a beat as his cock springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Desire steering me, I crane my neck, trying to go for it with my mouth, but he keeps himself out of reach.
“I want it… Now. I want you to fuck my mouth…” I plead, straining against the handcuffs and crawling closer to him. As a response, he flexes his knees slightly and brushes his glans against the space between my lips; my eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel the saltiness of his pre-cum on my tongue.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and, seizing the opportunity, he thrusts, allowing his shaft to roll all the way in. There’s a wet sound when his tip hits the back of my throat, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about the way he’s filling up my mouth. Somehow, I guess they’ve found a way to engineer the inconvenient details of sex out of the whole experience… If you ask me, I love every single inconvenient detail about it. There’s nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long cock.
“That’s it… Suck on it, you’ve been dying to,” he whispers, slowly sliding his cock out. He goes back until only his glans is inside of me, and then he thrusts again, with the same abruptness of before. He repeats this motion for God knows how long; I’ve lost all notion of time, and as far as I’m concerned, I could spend an eternity like this.
As he thrusts, I start to bob my head back and forth, trying to match his rhythm. Forgetting that I’m handcuffed, I try and reach for his cock, but the metallic cuffs stop me. Burning with frustration, I simply start to suck him as hard as I can, forcing my mouth to move at a breakneck speed. I go so fast that he stops moving and simply remains in place as I completely devour his cock.
Pulling back suddenly, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; then, moving as fast I can, I tilt my head and reach for his shaft with my tongue. I trace his whole length, going down until my lips finally meet his balls. There, I place my lips against one and suck it in; I roll it inside my mind, lapping at it with my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. As I let my tongue slide back up his shaft, he suddenly places one hand on my head and tangles his fingers on my hair. Holding my head in place with just one hand, he uses the other one to grab his cock and then thrusts at my mouth once more.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, completely surrendering to the way he starts to fuck my little mouth. Fuck, I know that none of this is really happening, but this is almost too much for me… This feels so good it should be illegal. But perhaps it isn’t really the Illicit Escape machinery doing all the heavy lifting; perhaps my more than fertile imagination is helping matters. Whatever the reason, all I know is that I’m having the time of my life right now.
A sudden urge growling inside of me, I pull out and look him straight in the eye. I take a deep breath, and then I finally blurt out what I want him to do to me.
“I want… I want you to…” I start, panting, but he cuts me short.
“I know what you want… And once I’m doing it, you’ll be screaming like you never did before.” With that, he steps over my locked arms, and places himself behind me. I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he moves, and he goes down to his knees as I look back at him over my shoulder.
I gasp as, without expecting it, he slaps me across my ass with the back of his hand. He does it over and over again, the sound of his hand hitting my cheeks echoing all across the virtual room. It hurts when his hand lands on my ass, but by the time my nerve endings transmit that to my brain, it has already turned into pleasure.
“Fuck me, just fuck me,” I cry out loud, and I don’t need to say more. His smacks stop immediately, and then he presses his thick glans against my pussy lips. This time, he doesn’t tease me mercilessly; no, this time he takes me by assault, thrusting at once. His cock pushes back against my insides harshly, and he drives it so deep into me that I can’t help but let out a violent scream. I feel the muscles in my neck straining, and my throat is growing raw. Right now, I’m not even sure if I’m just screaming inside this VR world or if I’m also doing it in real life… But who cares anyway? There are more pressing matters right now, like the gigantic cock inside of my pussy.
With both hands resting on my hips, Ethan starts to thrust, rocking his hips back and forth as he ravages me with his cock. Each thrust of his is like lightning and thunder, a furious storm already looming on the horizon. This isn’t exactly like the real thing but… it comes close.
Gritting my teeth, I hiss as a viper, and then I come undone. I’m screaming loud enough to shatter glass, and both my throat and eardrums are complaining. Still, I have to do it; pleasure rages through my veins with an implacable intensity, and there’s no denying it. As I come, Ethan stops thrusting and simply buries his cock as deep as possible inside of me, waiting for the waves of pleasure to recede. When they finally do, he pulls his cock out, and without a moment’s break, starts to rub its tip between my ass cheeks.
“Yes�
�� Fuck me in the ass,” I hear myself saying, my voice sounding more and more like a whimper. He presses his glans against my hole, and simply holds it there, allowing the anticipation to build in my mind. When I finally can’t take it anymore, I thrust back and he matches my movement; his cock strains against my insides, but he doesn’t let that stop him. He buries his cock up to the hilt in my ass, and then pulls back as slowly as possible. I’m grabbing at the sheets, bunching them up as the whip of pleasure lashes at every single one of my nerve endings.
With each passing second, the rhythm of his thrusts grows more and more. Soon enough, he’s fucking my ass without a single drop of mercy. I’m still screaming, even though my throat should be too sore for me to do it. Endorphins coursing through my veins like a drug, I still feel the pleasure waves from the last orgasm lapping at my mind as a new one blankets me.
My insides clench as I come, and I let my head fall. If it weren’t for the handcuffs, I’d just collapse on top of the bed and surrender to a convulsion of ecstasy. As it is, I hang there limply, shaking and trembling with my arms hanging up in the air.
“Fuck… This was… This was so good,” I whimper as he pulls his cock out of me. Without saying a word, he climbs down from the bed and goes around it; producing a key from God knows where, he releases both my hands and grins at me.
“Tired?” he asks me, a note of defiance to his words. “There’s a lot more to come, babe. I’m insatiable.”
I open my mouth to respond, but something snaps inside of me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and wait until I feel my real body. Like before, I’m still sitting down, the glasses on my face; I reach for them, and finally, I feel my real hand moving. My fingers are trembling, but I still manage to grab the glasses. With one quick movement, I pull them off of my face.
“Christ,” I mutter as the light in the room crashes against my eyes. I blink twice, floating down from the dream state I was in. Ethan is sitting in a chair in front of me, his mouth slightly ajar as he looks down at the iPad he has in his hands. A warning goes off in his screen, and he raises his head to look at me.