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Charlie & Seth Pt. 01

Author's Note: Hi all! Here's a super-quick, fun stroke piece I wrote a couple months back. I never originally intended to put this up, but eh? Why not. There's only a hair-thin premise as prelude to the down & dirty, so if you want a whole crazy plot, this may not be the submission for you. I wrote this in one sitting, and it's never seen an editor so ... there's that.

Squick warnings: virtual reality gender swap (woman with a dick and dude with a pussy). You have been warned.

I had fun writing this silly thing—hope you have fun reading!

* * * *

Charlie's bag thumped down on the kitchen counter just after she came through the door of the apartment. Seth was deep in the couch, feet up on the coffee table, nursing a beer and zoning out to a wildlife documentary.

"Hey," she said, grabbing herself a matching bottle from the fridge.

"Hey you." He looked over at her. "You're home early."

"I know." The grin was starting, and he did a double take back in her direction.

"What's up with you?"

"I got you something." She tried to slow down her enthusiasm, but her teeth were starting to show. Charlie was never any good at surprises.

She had his attention now and he was wriggling his way upright and setting the beer back on the table, puzzled expectation on his face. Charlie dug down into the bulk of her purse and found what she wanted and sent it spinning across the room at him.

He caught the piece of flexiglass and held it up, turning over the blank, transparent surface with his fingers. "What is this?"

"Go on." She sipped at her beer, trying to loosen up the muscles in her face, which were already starting to hurt from the smile.

Seth waved the inside of his wrist over the flexi and his com activated the embedded message loop. A bright, thin-lettered holo floated up over the flexi.

Oooh, and it's that swanky new kind, too, that rotates. These people don't fuck around.

His mouth formed the words as he read the message to himself, and Charlie felt like she was holding back a brass band inside her chest, waiting for him to figure it out.

"Charlie," he said, still staring at the faint pulse of the glowing text, "What is this?"

She beamed at him, coming around the counter to lean on its edge and cross her arms in smug satisfaction. It was so hard to surprise him, so any time she succeeded was a huge victory.

"NeuroSim," he said as though unwilling to digest what was in front of him. "Babe, what did you do?"

"Read it." This was too much. Fucking great already.

"NeuroSim Sex Swap Weekend Deluxe Getaway Package? What ..." His confusion warmed her to the tips of her extremities.

"You know how you always joke if you had a vagina you'd never leave the house because you'd be playing with it all day? And I always say if I had a dick I'd have to stick it into every damn thing I could find, just to see? Well ..." She nodded at the flexi and its crisp, high-end holo.

"Are you ... are you serious?" Seth was on the edge of the couch now, holding the flexi like it was made of real, old-fashioned glass. "Charlie, I ... NeuroSim? We can't afford this."

"We can now, Skipper." Something was going to need to rain on her parade and soon, because her face was about to split in half. "I got the promotion."

"Oh my god, you did?" His wrist flicked over the message display again and it winked out, the flexi set aside on the table as he turned his attention to the second piece of news. "The one that turd from the regional office kept trying to horn in on?"

"Yup." She was very pleased with herself.

"But that's in D.C.!"

"Yeah." At last, a bit of sheepishness to her grin. "But corporate's going to front an apartment until we can find our own place."

"Wow." The enormity of the news was settling on him. "Wow." And then back to more present matters. "Wait a minute, NeuroSim is in The Netherlands. That thing said it was for this weekend."

"I know it is." Smug, smug, smug. "Our plane leaves at 8:30. Pack your shit."

* * * *

A woman who looked way too perfect to be human checked them in at the sprawling, bare, illuminated front desk of the NeuroSim Resort. Charlie goggled up like the tourist she was at the wall of soaring glass facing rolling grass-covered hills and an overcast sky, the minimal, uncluttered lobby at least three stories high and wasting space in the way that only buildings designed by and for people with ungodly amounts of money can.

The blonde swiped her way through console menus as they stood there with their bags, and Seth elbowed Charlie and nodded over to a winding waterway with the flickering orange and white of koi finning their way along its currents.

Not bad.

"Your room is 5143, if you'd swipe your com, please," she said at last. Charlie waved her wrist over a green circle that appeared on the counter. Now they'd have her billing commit, and she'd have the door lock code. "Would you like assistance with your bags?"

"No, thank you."

"All right, you're all set, then." Perfect teeth and blue-grey eyes said that this person had never seen a spec of dirt in their life. "Enjoy your stay."

* * * *

"Have you seen these Sim chairs?" Seth was saying as Charlie came out of the bathroom. "This is the cleanest gel I've ever seen."

Their room was every unobtainable advertisement for a luxury modern hotel, from the clean, long lines of the furniture, to the greys and whites of the décor, to the solid wall of real glass, like the lobby's, with more expanses of grass on display outside to remind guests just how much NeuroSim was raking in for their services.

The only thing different from any other hotel room was the softly-lit niche for the two top-of-the-line Sim chairs where her boyfriend was standing.

"Seriously, stick your hands in it." Seth and his tactile obsessions. She went over to his side and did as he asked.

"Oooh, yeah. These are gonna be good," she said. "You know it's probably brand new. They probably change their gels out between guests. Fluids and stuff."

He made a face. "Yeah, that's actually kinda gross."

"Hey," she said, her tone becoming more intimate as she pulled him by his arm to wheel around and face her, "are you excited?"

"Huh. Yeah." His face was so cute when it got that self-conscious look. "I think so. I'm nervous, though."

"Nervous?" She ducked down enough to hook his eyes with hers. "Why?"

" 'Cause. I know how you're gonna be and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

"Oh, come on," she said, sinking into tease mode, "I'll be gentle." His pupils dilated at this and Charlie brought him down for kiss that almost qualified as foreplay.

"So," she said as they came up for air, "do you want to do this now, or maybe get something to eat first?"

"Food!" He laughed. "Something tells me I'm going to need my energy."

* * * *

They stood beside their Sim chairs, clothes already folded up on the beds, naked and ready to hit the gel. Charlie's heartbeat was speeding up.

This shit better be so real, I swear. For what I paid ...

Seth had them logged into the menu and was waving his way through an options tree. "Here. Environments. What do we want to do?"

There were categories. Outdoor/Exotic. Historical. Fantasy. Other. He gestured at the Outdoor menu and a gallery of scenes spun up onto the holo.

"Natural Lagoon Waterfall," he said, going over their choices. "That sounds kinda cool. Aztec Ruins—that's a bit grandiose." They laughed.

"Oooh, Sahara Twilight. Look at this one." Charlie pointed to a scene in reds and oranges and purples with striated dunes beneath a starry sky and an open-sided tent full of pillows and opulence. "I like this one."

"All right," he agreed, "but let's see if there's anything else." Her knuckle was starting to wander down his side as he backed out and took them into the Historical menu. "OK, we've got Eighteenth Century Paris."

"Nope. Too revolutionary."

"Roman Bath House."

"Nuh-uh. Too Caligula."

"Wild West? Seriously?"

"Hahaha! I think we better move on."

"What's 'Other'?"

The Other menu sprang up and they scanned over its options.

"Heh. This is clearly where they put the weird shit that doesn't fit anywhere else. Music Festival—no. Airplane Lavatory? Why would you even bother?"

"Oh, they have Playtime Nursury," he said.

"OK, what the hell is wrong with people?" Charlie flipped the menu to a second page. "Ooooh! Abandoned Asylum! Oh my god, we have to."

Seth chuckled, shaking his head. "You are so creepy."

"Oh come on! How hot is that? I'm gonna restrain you to an exam table and do horrible things to you! Look," she said, excitement growing, "there's even an optional furniture package. Wow. There's some fucked up shit in here. We gotta do this one."

"Hmm. I don't know. I was thinking something more ... calm. It is my first time, you know." He favored her with a not totally unserious smirk.

"Well," she said, chewing her lower lip in thought, "we can do one today and do a different one tomorrow. How about Sahara tonight, but if you're up for it you let me do my kinky shit tomorrow?"

This seemed to satisfy him. "All right. Let's do it."

Yes!

"You ready for gel?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, shaking his head. She knew he was over there wondering what the fuck she'd gotten them into this time.

Charlie levered her naked ass up onto the chair and Seth was doing the same. The cool, spongy neuro gel pillowed up around her as she sank into it, and she turned her right wrist to face down into the material and scrunched it firmly in so the sensors could pick up her com. She took a last glance over at Seth.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

"OK."

* * * *

There was dusk around them, and a warm breeze billowed the rear wall of the tent, the only one lowered to the surface of the sand. Tufted pillows of every shape and size, every color of embroidered silk with tassels like the factory was going out of business littered the carpeted floor. Heavily filigreed lanterns hung from the poles supporting the ceiling, and there was a sweetness on the air.

"This is crazy," he said, kneeling at the edge of the carpet. "Feel the sand! Every grain, I can feel."

"Hey," Charlie said, trying to bring him around to the entire point of their stay, "Have you checked yet?"

"Checked?" Seth turned around to look at her and his eyes widened "Oh."

Her hand was already sliding south into the loose linen pants she wore. Down over her belly, down past the bikini line. Her lips formed into a tight O when her fingers met with the unfamiliar. And yet so familiar.

"Ooooooooh ..." She drew the sound out the way kids do when they catch one of their peers doing something that's going to get them in trouble with teacher.

Paydirt.

Seth was staring at her and she nodded at him. "Come on. Check."

He swiveled around to sit on the ground and dipped his own hand into the coffers, as it were. Charlie knew when it happened, because his eyes couldn't lie.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" The hand moved lower, and she could see it massaging around. And more to her surprise, the sight of that movement made things begin to stir under her own hand. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this is great.

"Oh, shit," he said discovering more by the second. "Oh, shit! It goes in! For real! Oh my god, is this what this feels like? What the ..."

"I guess it is," she said, the same intense grin back on her face as the day she'd sprung the trip on him. He looked back up at her and screwed up his face.

"Hey never mind that. Are you wearing a vest?"

Charlie looked down at herself. "Hah! I guess it came with the Sim. Very Aladdin. Not gonna need it though." She shrugged out of the brocade and freed her tits to the night air, cupping the handfuls and giving her nipples a preparatory tug. Seth still had his hand in his pants, mouth open, ogling her. "All right. Let's see it."

He gave a nervous laugh. "You first."

"All right," she said with a shrug. Charlie hadn't even seen it herself yet. Well they could just both see it at the same time. She shed the pants and then stood there, hands on hips, feet apart, presenting at least a month's pay to her audience of one.

"Holy balls." He was coming up into a kneel. "That is ... that is ... that is a dick." The look on his face was priceless. "Why aren't you looking?" he said, pointing. "Look!"

"I'm kind of afraid."

...

"OK, I'm gonna look."

And there it was.

Holy...

"That is ... healthy," Charlie said, appraising her simulated anatomy. She reached a hand down and cupped it under the balls. Her balls. Wow. The weekend cock seemed as game as a real one and began to twitch to life at the attention. She looked back up to Seth.

"Now you."

The light wasn't bright, but she could have sworn she saw him blush. That only worked her up more.

Does this fucking Sim come with hormones? Damn!

"Come on, little boy," she said, taking a teasing step in his direction, pulling the brand new, shiny prick to hardness, enthralled by the new sensations. "Show me your pussy."

Seth actually backed away from her onto the sand. What was getting into them? She was feeling extra aggressive, and here he was looking almost afraid. That didn't stop her from sinking to her knees and prowling toward him on the carpet, her now stiff dick bobbing beneath her. She luxuriated in the tickle of the breeze, the pull of gravity on her balls.

"You're gonna show it to me," Charlie said with a feral grin as he scooted away a few more inches. She crawled up into his space and brought their faces close as her right hand lifted to tug at his pants.

Despite his hesitant body language, Seth lifted his ass and let her pull the material down, doing the sensible thing as she went and moving back onto the carpet.

Good call. Sand in the crack would be a bad intro to Vagina 101.

She leaned in for a kiss and found him ravenous. Her fingers traveled as their tongues made a sloppy, urgent mess.

"Oh wow," she breathed when she found him. He hissed as she slid between folds that shouldn't be there, if not for money and cutting-edge Sim tech. "And wet already. Dirty boy." Charlie couldn't resist seeking entrance and pushing, to test. A gasp from Seth when her middle finger nudged into silk.

"Jesus Christ, is that what you feel?" he asked with a shuddering breath.

"I don't know, when you get hard, does your asshole start clenching?"

"Oh god." He groaned and let his head fall back.

"Then I guess it is." She sat back on her heels then, giving him room to come back under the roof of the tent. "Come on. Come over here."

The man whose cock she'd worshipped for the past seven years stared down at the valley between his thighs, at the pink, glossy furrow there designed to receive instead of deliver. She let him have his moment before tugging on his foot.

Seth shook himself out of his trance and moved over to flop back into the embrace of pillows, his eyes unfocused on the tent ceiling, stupefied. Charlie couldn't stop staring at the novelty of his slit.

Let's get this party started, eh?

The carpet gave under her knees, sinking into the sand as she moved to hold herself over him, arms locked for support and one of her knees between his.

"Hey," she said, tipping his jaw so their eyes met again. "Kiss me."

His lips were as they always were, plush and warm, and Charlie felt him moan as she let her tits hang to brush over his chest. What wasn't normal was the second wet kiss on her upper thigh when she brought her leg up between his. He grunted into her mouth at this press, and out of some new instinct began to grind.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," she said, breaking from their kiss. And hotter still was the way her cock was throbbing into the night. She lowered her body enough to smash the length of it into his hip.

"Ooooooh, Charlie." His eyes closed as the temporary, but very realistic set of changed circumstances settled down over them. "I don't know if I'm going to be able ..."

"Shh," she said, working her lips along his neck now, lapping over his Adam's apple, enjoying the compression of her shaft between them. "You don't have to. Not yet, anyway."

"Mmmm?"

Her kisses traveled down over his collar bones, his chest. A playful bite at a nipple had him jerking. Past his navel, down that fine trail of fur and into new territory.

"First I'm going to taste this pussy."

That was all the warning he had before her mouth was on him.

"Augh!" Seth's thighs tried to snap together in surprise at the sensation, but Charlie held fast and went to work.

It was a new thing altogether for slick and fleshy folds to be where her boyfriend's cock usually jutted up into her face. Her tongue explored and pushed, teased and tested, coming back to the places that made him suck in sharp breaths and repeat until he rewarded her with groans. She smiled into his cunt as an idea struck her.

"Hey Seth."

"Yea—huuuh!" The rasp of the flat of her tongue over his clit turned his acknowledgement into a gasp. "Whuuu ... hut?"

Two fingers, that's what.

"Charlie, fuck."

She found his g-spot and tapped experimentally.

"Oh, fuck! Sheeeeezus ..."

A Cheshire cat grin split her face and she pressed back in, committed.

The man writhed on her chin as she worked at him, her jaw and teeth smashing with vigor between his thighs, lips and tongue trying to somehow get beneath his skin and pull even more god-awful sack-tightening moans from his throat. The tips of her fingers rolled like the sea, curving in and out, the hollow of her palm pooling with moisture as she bought submissive whimpers with every push into hot, soft flesh.

More, Charlie marveled at the luxury of the rasp of carpet on the taut skin of her erection where it pressed to the ground under the tent.

He's so going to take his turn after this.

Seth was lifting himself away from the pillows by the clench of his ass cheeks now, his dripping cunt clamping down even as she broke him in. She pushed her fingers up with more force and locked down onto the pert little clit, suckling.

"Charlie ..."

Mmmhmm. There you go.

"Charlie." He was clutching at pillow behind his head, scrunching his eyes shut.

Come on.

"Oh Jesus." Seth bucked. She buried her face, stoked him with a furious hand. "Jesus, Babe, I'm—"

Oh god, come for me. Come. Do it!

"Oooooh my—! Oh! OH! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuu ...!"

She felt the clutch and then the next one and the next. Seth was coming.

My boyfriend's pussy is coming on my hand! Ohmygodohmygod!

The sounds that came out of him might have been taken for agony if she wasn't right there, face to face with his pulsing slit. A gush dripped down over her knuckles and his heels dug into the carpet at her sides as he opened up and poured out his first girly orgasm around her fingers, under her devouring mouth.

Charlie let him lay there as he needed after, panting, grip still tight on the pillows, blushing red cunt jerking its way to stillness as she licked her fingers clean. When she sat up on her heels again, her raging cock pointed straight out. "Onward!" it said, ready for the next leg of the race. If this weren't a Sim, she'd need a glass of ice water, but it wasn't, so she knelt there and stroked at her shaft instead, enjoying the way her balls tightened and prickled at the stimulation.

When Seth came around, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, a wide-eyed glassy gaze for his swollen sex, still in disbelief. Then his eyes went to her. And her hand gliding along her own new extremity.

"Yeah," she said, nodding at him with a smile to confirm his assumption. "Yeah."
Charlie came to her feet, thumb circling over the fat head. He looked up at her, dumb.

"I want it like this," she explained. "I want to look down and see you on your knees. Sucking my cock."

He made a noise like she was still down there tonguing.

"Come on, baby." Back to tease mode. Hot damn, it felt good to tug on this thing. "Get over here and worship my dick."

To Seth's credit, he didn't balk. Even waddled his way over on his knees like a good little cocksucker.

You are liking this way too much, C.

When he got there, he just goggled at it. She bobbed it in his face with a twitch of her fingers, breaking the tension and making him laugh.

"That is some huge wang you got there, babe."

"Touch it."

A hesitant hand came up at her command. He paused.

"Oh Jesus. It's only a Sim."

This seemed enough and he wrapped his fingers around her at the base and gave a squeeze.

"Oooooh, that's warm."

Seth drew the circle of his grip down toward the leaking tip and Charlie sucked in desert air through her teeth. She noticed the twilight outside the tent hadn't darkened to full night and guessed the pause in time was built into the Sim. He slid his knuckles over the skin of her scrotum, and Charlie decided it was going to be a challenge all on its own to stay standing for this.

His lips were parted, intent as he tried out handling a cock that wasn't his own. She wondered if his pussy was humming right now with that dull peppermint buzz of arousal.

"Seth."

He looked up.

"Suck my cock."

Her boyfriend scooted closer, bringing her within range of his hot breath. His dark hair was not long, but there was enough for a handful and she took it, close to the scalp, and pulled him in, heart flip-flopping in her chest at his adorable gasp.

Charlie aimed her eager prick with her other hand and rubbed the underside of the head back and forth over his lower lip, painting his upper lip with the bead of clear fluid.

"I've done this for you so many times," she said, trying not to just stuff his face full without permission. His palms were at her thighs, sliding up and down, but it seemed it was himself he was trying to warm up. "Is your pussy wet again?"

"Uh huh."

"Then I'm pretty sure you're OK with this. Aren't you."

"Yeah."

His answer came as a breath as he dipped his face at last and drew the flat of his tongue along her length, from base to tip in a single lap. Charlie shivered.

Seth took another lick. And then another. Then he was kissing along that winding vein underneath, open mouthed like a sloppy drunk prom date giving in to the moment. Her chuckle at the sight was wicked, even to her own ears.

"OK," she said, angling herself low. "Enough play. Suck."

As soon as it slid past his lips and into that hot, close playground, Charlie's knees almost gave out.

"Ooooh, babe, yeah."

Her words were the encouragement he needed, and Seth began to suck.

It was unreal. The time it took to slide to the back of his tongue and then out again made her cock feel a mile long. And then when he actually closed his mouth in around her and sealed her in? Obscene.

She grunted and used her hand on the back of his head to push herself deeper, and he yanked himself back with a start and a cough. His eyes flicked up to hers, seeing his girlfriend anew. Charlie smirked.

"Yup. Do it."

She palmed his skull and crammed her meat back in, throbbing at the entrance of his throat as he fought down his gag. Her arm held steady, keeping him there.

"Hold it."

Seth's eyes were watering and he coughed around her dick, his pinned tongue lashing at it, helpless from below.

"Hooooold it," she warned.

Breath rushed in and out through his nose and she felt his fingernails curling into the muscles of her thighs. The power she felt trembling through her veins, her bones, was immense. She let him off.

He gasped for air, panting for several seconds, but then to her surprise, dove back in and swallowed her down, head bobbing with a new lust, no guiding hand from her necessary. Seth gobbled and slurped, choked a little and moaned a lot as she visited the back of his mouth again and again. On an outstroke she grabbed the sloppy prick away and tilted it up, thrusting her hips forward for the next thing she wanted.

Seth needed no prompting and latched his suckling onto her balls.

"Oh shit!" Now it was her turn to be wowed. He drew out the bunched skin between his lips, stretching the sack away from her body. He took one of her nuts all the way into his mouth and rolled it around, and then the other. Then both!

"Seth!"

He let go with a pop and grabbed her dick away from her, gulping it down again with a will. There was no restraint left for her. Aggression sang in her blood and she took his head in both hands and violated him.

Charlie speared her fat prick into the choking depths of his throat, her girth jerking at the sound of every sputter and hack. She saw through the haze of red that he was strumming his clit like a fucking banjo at a bluegrass festival, and that made her fuck him harder.

"Yeah!" What she was doing to his face might as well have been rape. She didn't know how he wasn't tapping out. "Take it! Eat it! Take that cock!"

He made some sort of strangled whimper at these words and the sound sent her over the edge.

Her balls tucked up. Her dick swelled to a painful tight extreme. Charlie planted herself to the root, his nose to her pubic bone.

"Rrraaauuuughhh!"

She came.

"Seth! Baby! Fuck! FUCK!"

Her body pumped him full of cream, jet after scalding jet from some wellspring that seemed to come up from the core of the earth. He snorted through the filling as she held him there, giving back every load of his she'd ever tasted, claiming, owning.

When she staggered back, a thin line of cum roped from his lower lip to the underside of her cock, and when he looked at her with wonder in his eyes she wanted to fuck him all over again.

Actually ...

This is a Sim.

She didn't have to wait for round two.

"Get on your back," she said, voice darker than her eyes. "Now."

Seth scuttled backward onto the pillows again, hope and fear both competing in his expression.

Charlie stepped on wobbly legs toward him, jerking her spit-slick member as she went. He lay back and she came after him, coming down on her knees and yanking him toward her by his hips.

"Sweetheart," she said in a mock-cloying tone and with a savage grin, "Do you want this cock? You want me to fuck you? In this wet little pussy of yours?"

Vigorous nodding, mouth open.

"Uh huh."

She positioned her knees for thrusting leverage, dick in hand. "Spread your legs for me."

Seth parted his thighs, but she shook her head.

"Like this." She hoisted his left knee up and back toward his chest. "Hold it." His hand came up, catching his leg under the knee. "Other one," she said, and he obeyed, in a trance, never breaking eye contact.

"There." She smiled down at the sight, pleased. "Now I'm gonna fuck that tight little man pussy of yours with this big"—she slathered her head back and forth over his clit—"Fat"—nudged at his hole—"Girlcock." And rammed herself home.

The sound he made was indescribable. It was shock and pleasure and surrender all in one spine-jarring note. And the close sheath of his walls ... no wonder he wanted to get in here all the time!

Charlie fucked her boyfriend.

She pounded her rented, foolishly lifelike cock down into his hole with a frenzy that sent the nearest sewing machine packing its needly bags in shame, and he took it, god bless him. The man she loved lay there, spread himself open, and squealed and grunted and cried out under her pummeling.

Then she slowed down. Calmed down. Went about feeding it to him, inch by inch, until he was whimpering as she held the tip at his swollen entrance, rolling his hips trying to trigger another round of penetration. Charlie smiled.

"Beg me."

"Charlie."

"Beg for it."

"Please."

"Better than that, little boy."

"Please, Charlie! I want it."

"Say it. Beg for what you want."

He squirmed, trying to work his clit at least.

"Seth."

"Charlie, please. I want your dick. Please, please give it to me! I need it!"

OK, that was enough. She wanted it, too. Charlie sheathed herself. He made an animal noise, and didn't stop begging, even as she put her hips back into action.

"Oh yes, please, please ... that's it. Give me your dick. Oh god, baby, give me ... give ... me ..."

He lost the power of speech. Charlie pistoned in and out, furious. She grew frustrated with the shallow angle and shooed his hands out from behind his knees, replacing them with her own gripping palms, using her body weight to pin them further back still.

Now she could drive straight down, and did so. Her balls slapped lewdly off his dripping crack and his noises spurred her on.

"Touch it," she growled, "Touch your pussy."

Seth gasped at this, the idea having never occurred to him, and did what she said. The channel clamped down tighter, and she lost herself, hips rampant, riding him roughshod into the carpet.

"Oh, Charlie, ooooooh!" He gave up sanity beneath her and began to come, milking her with his beautiful, abused cunt.

She roared again, but this time yanked her body away, wanting to see the ropes of her seed go spurting out. Her lust splattered over his belly, a lone jet even reaching his chest, and the rest falling in a thick pool at the top of his mound, some of it dripping into his well-used slit.

It was going to take a fucking hour for her heart rate to come back to normal. So far this was the best month's pay she'd ever spent.

* * * *

Flopped down together on the cool sheets, away from the Sim chairs, showered up, and decompressing atop some astronomical thread count, Charlie and Seth held hands.

It was too hot to do anything else.

"So," she said. "Tomorrow."

"Jaysus."

"I know."

...

"So you think you're up to the Asylum."

After a minute: "I think so."

"Good," she said, coming up on her elbow now, wanting to gauge his reaction to the next bit. "Tomorrow I invited TJ."

"TJ?" He looked over at her, waking up. "Your friend with the tits?"

"That's the one." Her grin was back.

"Is ... TJ going to have a cock, too?"

"I'm pretty sure she is."

"Fuuuuuuck." Seth fell back onto the bed. "I better get to sleep now then."

* * * *

Hey, thanks for reading! I do intend to write Part 2: Asylum Day, but don't ask me when. Probably the next time I go through a sex scene drought when After Exile gets plot-heavy. But it'll come (and so will Charlie and Seth!) at some point.

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Jun 9, 2018 in femdom

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