by Alden Odessa
“I... guess,” the words stumbled out of my mouth, still groggy.
“I missed you,” she said, and then put her mouth back on my dick, loosely jerking it with her hand.
I laid my head back on the flat pillow behind me. The first thing I thought about was that with a pillow this shitty, what was the point in even having the pillow? The second thought I had was: If my main thought right now is about a pillow, then this isn’t a superb blow job. This was quickly followed up by: Why is she blowing me?
April wasn’t a “self-starter,” and I couldn’t help but think there was something behind this blow job. She was doing this for a reason.
I looked back down at her, her tight, tall body and those long locks of hair bobbing up and down and it started to get me back into it. I Still wasn’t quite myself, I still had the aching in my ribs, but they felt shockingly better. Digital avatars seemed to heal a lot quicker than their flesh and blood counterparts. If Doug had suffered this injury, it would lay him up for six months. But Buster Rockknocker would be back to his Rockknockering ways in a few days.
Digital life has its benefits. I hadn’t had to find a potion or mix herbs together or anything!
I took my left hand and moved it down to April’s head, first running my hands through her hair and then pressing down on her head. I needed to teach her how to get more of my cock into her mouth.
Ouch! Teeth. She certainly had her limits, and I had better not press it, she got the hint, however; get more of it in. She worked more of it in her mouth, slowly. This wasn’t bad; it just wasn’t anything like what I was wanting. In fact, I didn’t really want a blow job at all right now. I wanted to be fucking her. April still turned me on. It was the firm body and tight belly that I couldn’t stop thinking about. If she would look up and show me those beautiful green eyes that would be nice too.
I think she was trying just to be close to me, she just wanted some part of me to be with her. My fear here is that she felt left out of what was going on last night. The last thing I needed was a girlfriend here. I didn’t need a relationship; I needed to win the game.
I needed to get home.
I was feeling more myself than I had in a while. I had been so caught up in living life as Buster that I forgot I had an endgame at play here. I had a life, a real one, that I needed to get back to.
Again, she’s not doing a great job working my dick if I’m thinking about these things.
I tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked up at me. Ah, there were those eyes. “Come here,” I said, motioning up.
She was naked, head to toe, and she crawled up and gently lay herself on top of me.
“Is this going to hurt?” she asked, referring to my ribs.
“I’ll be fine,” I said as she leaned in and gently kissed me.
I reached down between my and her legs and grabbed ahold of my dick, now fully erect. I gently pressed it into her clit and eased it in, just a few inches at first. She sighed a heavy breath of pleasure as I methodically pressed my dick into her. She was enjoying it and pressed herself down on it. She was so tight, and it felt amazing, but she couldn’t take all of me yet. It would hurt her, and I got the feeling that this was more than just sex to her. She had a need to be close to me, for me to be in her, and this is the only way she could get that from me. I had no reason to take that away from her, I might as well give her what she wants, and it’s not like it wasn’t nice for me too. It doesn’t always have to be dirty sex with hookers to feel good.
The end result would be the same.
She laid with her body on top of me, but not using her whole weight. She had her head to the right of me, and her eyes closed. I was getting into it but had to remember not to press too hard. I couldn’t help but think there was something that was missing.
I looked to my left and found it.
Emily was lying next to Bridget curled up with her. Her pale, perfectly white ass towards me. I had an idea. I took my left hand and reached down and around to the front of her. I put my hand to her pussy and found the spot I was looking for, right between her lips. I started rubbing it. I could see her ribs begin to heave slightly and I felt some moisture.
Emily took her right hand and reached around to touch my arm. She gripped it, acknowledging that she liked what I was doing.
She broke her embrace with Bridget and slowly and softly rolled over to face me. She looked at me with sleepy eyes and smiled. I had moved my hand when she rolled over and started to move it back, but she stopped me. She took her hand and moved it down to her clit and started masturbating while watching April and me.
With her other hand, she took my left and pulled it up to her mouth and started sucking on the finger that had been in her pussy. She sucked it hard as she fingered herself. She kept her eyes open, watching me fuck April.
This whole exhibition was getting me close to climax which caused me to get a little more aggressive with April as I pressed into her harder. April’s groans then got louder and breathed faster as I got closer to coming.
“Oh Buster,” she moaned.
Emily gave me back my hand, and I used it to grab April’s ass with both hands. There was no stopping it now; I hope April was ready for it because it was time for a good deep-dicking.
I was holding April’s ass and pulling her into me, and her groans turned into loud moans of pleasure and pain as I gave it to her harder. I pulled her pussy close and tight on my dick as opposed to thrusting as I didn’t want to re-injure my ribs if that was even possible. Either way, I wasn’t up to full strength, but my hands, arms, and dick worked just fine!
“AH! AH! AH! AH!” April screamed and put her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her noises.
Emily was still watching us and was breathing heavy herself. She too took her free hand and covered her mouth. I watched her thrust forward on her own hand and then pause, coming on her own fingers. Even with her hand over her mouth, I could see a wide smile cross her face as her fingers slowed down between her legs.
She took her hand that had been between her thighs and put her fingers into my mouth. Watching her come and now tasting her juices was too much for me, I was too turned on.
Sucking on Emily’s fingers, I dug my nails into April’s ass and slammed her into me as I began to shoot come into her. She gasped and held it in, not breathing as I shot load after load into her, I wasn’t letting her move, and I was balls deep into her pussy.
She lifted her head slightly and clenched her face as I filled her up. I finished coming and relaxed and so did she as she let out the deep breath that she had been holding in. I stopped sucking Emily’s fingers and looked over at April to see a wide smile of satisfaction fill her face. A look a sheer pleasure.
My body released and totally relaxed, and then hers did as well, but she still held her upper body off of mine as to not put pressure on my ribs.
She leaned her face next to mine; I could feel her exasperated breath on my cheek. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered with the kiss and then laid her head into the pillow beside me.
She pulled herself off of me and laid to my right. I scooted over to my left, Emily, still awake, also moved over to accommodate the foursome in the bed. I let April curl up to my right, and then I let Emily curl up to my right. Both of them laying on my arms with their hand on my chest.
I couldn’t help but think that whatever the rest of the night had in store for me, it would not get better than this.
13
Who Am I This Time?
I woke up to the smell of bacon.
What? Since when did we get bacon, and how the hell are we cooking it? And why am I the last one to wake up? I reach over to my wrist to check my stats, and I realize that there is nothing there. Nothing is on my wrist.
Wait, why is it sunny?
This isn’t the bed I fell asleep in, it’s far too comfortable.
What the hell is going on?
I sit up
abruptly and look around. This isn’t The Side Light. I’m somewhere else. Where? I hesitate to move. I’m not wearing any clothes. Okay, that’s normal. But this isn’t the hotel; I am in a house. It’s a nice house, and I fling my legs over the side of the bed and touch the floor. Why did I hesitate?
I have no fucking clue where I am.
I look at the bed. The sheets are in disarray. I was not the only person in this bed, whoever was here last must be the person responsible for the bacon downstairs.
Wait. I know this place. It’s from a dream. I’ve dreamed of this place. This is nice carpet; I clench my toes around the loose pile beneath me, it’s relaxing. I want to go back to sleep; this bed is so lovely. But it’s not my bed.
Or is it?
I stand up and go to the bathroom and feel the nice carpet pad beneath the plush carpeting. I could get used to this. What passed for the carpet in The Side Light wasn’t very nice, even when it had been installed fifty or sixty years ago.
I take a piss and wash my hands. I look okay, nothing wrong with me. I could use a shave. When was the last time I shaved? I couldn’t remember. It was before my night at The Regency. Shouldn’t I have half a beard by now?
I dry my hands.
Everything here was clean. Where the hell was this place and what the hell am I doing here.
Clothes. I need clothes. I walk out of the bathroom and look around. I see a closet. It’s large, almost as big as the room itself. There are two sides, one of them are women’s clothing. Who is the woman? The other side is men’s clothes. They all look the same. They are all black dress shirts and slacks.
I guess that’s what I’m wearing today.
Why don’t I own any underwear?
I put the pants and shirt on; I look down, I only have one pair of shoes. I grab a pair of black socks and then put on the shoes. Time to get to the bottom of this.
I walk out of the room and see a set of stairs leading down. This is a house. A nice house, and it looks like nothing else in Canny Valley that I have seen so far. It all feels very suburban. It’s a nice change of pace, really. I just can’t get past the idea I’ve been here before.
Are we south of The Lower Bottoms? Is that what happened? Shit, how long had I been asleep and how did they move me? Where are the girls? Where is Bogo?
Doesn’t matter, I walk down the stairs and follow the scent of bacon around the corner and into the kitchen. It’s a nice kitchen, again, suburban.
And I see her. She’s a pretty woman, blond, older. She’s not any of my girls. Who is she? I only have one blond similar to her, Emily. This woman is older, early thirties it looks like. She is slim but has a little meat on her. Probably quite a looker in her youth.
She was a looker in her youth. How do I know that?
I know her?
Her name is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite place it. She turns and looks at me; she smiles. It’s a nice smile.
“Have a seat,” she says. Yup, I know her, I know that voice. I know to do what that voice tells me to do. Why would I do that, aren’t I the one that tells people what to do? Doesn’t matter, I sit anyway.
In the kitchen there is a two-seater table I sit down at, and there is a cup of coffee sitting there, waiting for me. How long has it been since I had coffee? I’d been so busy that I didn’t even think about it. I had forgotten how good it smelled. I picked up the cup and put it to my lips. I forgot how much I liked coffee. You don’t realize how much you like something until you haven’t had it in a while. It felt like it had been months since I had coffee, in fact, I don’t even remember the last time.
Now, this woman, who is she? I know her and by that, I mean I know her. I have carnal knowledge of this woman. Have I become so shitty that I can’t even remember a woman I’ve had sex with?
Wait? There was another man. I had sex with this woman, but there was another man there. What was his name? Doug? I remember it now; she was screaming his name when I met her. She blew me, that’s right, and then I fucked her while he watched. I remember it now. She liked me more than she liked him. Wasn’t that her husband?
I think it was.
She puts five strips of bacon on a plate that already has two hard-boiled eggs and two slices of toast on it. She brings the plate and sits it in front of me and then sits in the other chair facing me.
She is smiling at me. “Good Morning, Buster,” she says.
Karen! Karen is her name. She is lovely. I could settle down with this woman. I could make a life with her if I didn’t have other things to do. As it is, however, I had to get back to my girls, I have to take them out tonight; they have to earn.
Wait. Why?
What would happen if I stayed here? With this woman? Do I really have to go back to The Lower Bottoms, live that life? Can’t I just stay here and let this woman make me breakfast and have a life with her?
This all feels very familiar. How long have I been in this house? Wasn’t it just last night I was sleeping with her? In front of her husband?
Where is her husband?
Something’s not right. This all feels too familiar. I know I’ve been here and I know that I have done this before. I don’t know how long I’ve been living this life with her. How many mornings has she made me breakfast? How many nights have I shared her bed?
What has happened to the girls? Has Bogo kept them safe?
I have to get back to them, get back to The Lower Bottoms. I have to build my harem, run the city.
Win the game.
What game?
I have to win the game so that I can get back to my life. The life I had before I came to Canny Valley. The life I had with—
—her?
Wait. Who am I?
I’m Doug.
This is Karen. My wife. This is my wife Karen, and I have to get back to her, but I’m in the game. What game? What game am I playing?
“What’s the matter, Buster,” she asks. Wait, she thinks I’m someone else. Karen, I’m Doug, your husband!
“Who the fuck is Buster?”
She cocks her head. Surprised at my question.
“You’re acting awfully weird today, Buster.”
It’s my turn to give her a questioning look. Why does she keep calling me Buster? I need to see for myself. I take my spoon; I look at it. I can see myself.
It’s not me.
It’s someone else. His name is Buster. I know him. I know all about him. I created him.
There is a knock at the door. The door to our driveway right off the kitchen. The kitchen in the house I own, with my wife, Karen. Who is sitting right across the table from me.
Who is knocking on the door?
A knock. There is a message. I feel a message; I see a flash of red in the corner of my eye. Another knock, another flash of red.
Karen gets up from the table.
“No!” I yell, putting up my hand to stop her. “Don’t answer the door!”
She doesn’t even listen to me, almost as if she can’t hear me. She just walks to the door even though I keep yelling at her not to open it!!! Why can she not hear me and why can I not get out of my chair? Why am I stuck here? Not able to move. Why is she going to open the door?
She reaches it and turns the knob.
She opens it.
14
Domesticated Wild Animals
I wake up in a burst of fear and find that I am surrounded by women, and for a moment I have no idea why.
Moments ago I was in my home. My real home, but I don’t understand what that means, just that it has meaning.
This is happening more and more frequently, and I don’t have the slightest idea what it is all about. I keep having dreams. Sometimes I am one person and then sometimes I am me. Buster Rockknocker.
But that’s not right either. I am none of those people. I don’t know who I am. Only what I have to do.
Focus on the good, the good of whatever reality you are in with naked women all around you. I look to my left. Names, I
need to remember their names. This should be easy, but it’s not.
My dick is sore, more than that, my side is sore.
Ribs, I broke my ribs. How?
Bruce. I have to pay Bruce.
It’s all come back to me now, these little episodes I’m having, they are getting shorter. It’s sad, three women, naked all around me, and it’s Bruce that I remember the clearest.
April, she had gotten into bed with us last night after I had fallen asleep; I don’t know why she did that, but I have a feeling it had something to do with how she is, how she is programmed for whatever reason. Did she miss me? Is that it? No, she felt slighted. That’s it; she thinks we have something, it’s very clear now.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it; maybe she just needed to get laid.
Doubtful, doesn’t fit her personality. Her programming.
To my left, Bridget and Emily. Of all the women at my disposal, I like Emily the best. I don’t know if that’s a testimate to her or if my other girls are that bad.
No, she’s beautiful. I find myself actually wanting her, physically. Previously Stephanie had been my main attraction and April was moving up the list, but now, Emily consumes my thoughts. Maybe April could sense that. I had not yet experienced any of the girls having any jealousy previously, so this would be a new bridge for me to cross.
Just what I needed. More challenges.
April stirs. My jolting awake disturbed her sleep, I don’t move for a moment. I’d like to have some time alone before I have to start answering questions. Before they all look for guidance. They look at me as if I have some sort of a plan. I have a master plan, but I don’t have a step-by-step way of getting there.
I slowly slip out of bed. You really have to appreciate harems. There is a queen-size, empty bed right beside this one, but yet they all seem to be in bed with me. I wonder where the other girls are; they probably fell asleep in different rooms.
I look back at the bed I just came from. April is alone now, Bridget is spooning Emily, who had had her arm draped around me. I need to gather my thoughts, and then I think I will come back for a little more Emily action before I send her out into the streets to let other men fuck her.