because more than likely he’s the real Wasp. Honestly, I’m just as eager as he seems to be to get to the after-party.
Even virtual sex can be nerve-wracking. My character is in peak physical shape, her body the form of what society tells everyone is perfection, whereas in real life, we’re not very similar. My character doesn’t have boobs too big for her small frame. She isn’t on the shorter side with a rounded belly she can’t seem to get rid of no matter how many hours are spent running on the treadmill and doing crunches.
“Wow,” Wren whispers. “Look at the turnout. Do these people join in or will they just stand around and cheer us on as we get down to business?”
“They have to watch,” I pant, watching both of our characters walk down the road, waving at the people cheering us on. “Only the champions get to participate.”
“Anyone in particular you have your eyes on for tonight’s festivities?”
His character walks up to me, slapping me on the ass before taking my hand and slowing us both down, allowing all the others to walk ahead of us.
“I might have my eyes on someone.”
“Is it Tasha? She’s been hinting at wanting to get under your armor for the last week,” Whitney asks.
The procession continues, but instead of following, Wren presses my back against an in-game lamppost. I feel the grip of his character’s fingers on my actual neck and I barely catch the moan before it slips past my lips.
“Do you like that?” he whispers.
“Mhmm,” I manage. “Harder.”
“Jesus,” he mutters into the mic. “How do people play the actual game when they could be doing this the entire time?”
“Crazy, right?”
W45PN347: Take that armor off, baby. Show me what I want to see.
Glad that he’s taken the conversation to the chat box, I obey without questions, stripping the metal from my character’s body and standing there completely naked in front of him. He strips down as well, leaving nothing on but his loincloth. Holding his finger up, Wren’s character makes a motion for me to spin around. I obey, my arms tingling with chills as I watch his animated cock thicken between his legs.
With the crook of his finger, he urges me forward, gripping my neck once again before licking into my mouth.
Jesus, is it hot in here? Did my air conditioning suddenly decide to fail?
With two hands on my shoulders, he pushes me to my knees, and I oblige him, holding my mouth open before he can waste energy giving me another command.
“Fuck,” he whispers, making me realize the mic is still open between us. “How sexy is that?”
“She gives good head,” I return. “It was gifted in a mystery box a couple years ago.”
“I don’t want to think about you sucking other guys off.”
The territorial tone of his voice makes it seem like he means the real me instead of the character on the screen fellating his character.
“Her pussy—”
“Enough,” he snaps. “Women with a cock in their throats can’t speak.”
And now my heart is pounding in my chest.
I mouth Yes, Sir in response, doing my best to just watch what’s going on between our characters without touching myself, even though my body is desperate for it.
“Look at you, Rach. See that crowd gathering around? Do you think they want to see you gag?”
Until he mentioned it, my eyes were glued to the woman on her knees, but a quick glance around my screen reveals several people watching and more walking forward to get a closer look.
W45PN357: Switch to channel 5. This is private.
Heat fills my cheeks as I realize everything we’ve said before was audible over the mic for everyone fighting tonight to hear. Literally my entire guild is here tonight, and yeah, this wouldn’t be the first time we talked dirty or acted out things in-game, but for some reason it hits me differently tonight.
My face is on fire as I struggle with indecision.
W45PN357: Look at her go! Jesus, I’m going to come.
And come he does. His character at least. My own character swallows down as much as she can, but with this being a digital enactment, there’s always more to give and cum is dripping down her chin a few seconds later.
W45PN357: Channel 5, Whitney. I need privacy for what I plan to do to you next.
It’s all too real. Too close to home. Too tempting.
RachNRoss4Eva: I think I’m going to go to bed.
W45PN357: Really? In the middle of the party? I promise to make you come.
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