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Archive name: vmast.txt (M-solo, mast, sci-fi)
Authors name: Dpph (dpph2@yahoo.com)
Story title : Virtual Masturbation
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Virtual Masturbation (M-solo, mast, sci-fi)
By Dpph (dpph2@yahoo.com)
***
I rushed home eagerly with my mind totally flustered. If
it weren't for the laser protective bars I probably
would've walked right onto the hover-train's track. As I
made my way through the incredibly crowded city, dodging
holographic advertisements on every corner and ducking
whenever some idiot flew his transport pod right over
the heads of the pedestrian walkway, I kept clutching my
hand over my jacket's hidden pocket. I felt a compulsive
need to constantly check to make sure that the chip I
had sought so diligently was still safely nestled there.
It was difficult making my way back home, what with
taking the walking path through the narrow skyscrapers
that marked every street in the city. Whenever I got
stuck behind some inconsiderate person, apparently I
wasn't worth moving for seeing as I was only a teenage
boy.
I would look up and watch the incredible flurry of
activity as the dozens of different levels of transport
pods and tubes that made up the city's internal
navigation system crisscrossed, nearly blocking out the
sun; in fact, the lack of light meant strategically
placed artificial light emanated from the walls of every
building to keep everyone from stumbling around in
eternal darkness.
Finally I reached my home and my heart raced as I
noticed both of my parents' absences. They wouldn't be
home from their jobs for hours, and at 15, too old for a
baby-sitter, I had our spacious modern apartment to
myself. Carelessly I tossed my book bag onto the sofa
(though still called a book bag, in actuality it was
just a flat panel that was loaded up with all my school
crap) and rushed to the entertainment center.
Carefully I entered the combination to my jacket's
pocket and watched eagerly as a compartment seemingly
appeared out of nowhere on the formerly seamless
material. With a ridiculous amount of tenderness, I
reached into the pocket and pulled out the chip.
I watched as it glistened with its shiny reflective
covering and carefully I placed it into the
entertainment center's receptacle. With that the
entertainment center took over and the chip floated
gracefully upwards in the receptacle chamber and began
spinning faster and faster as a beautiful blue laser
struck it, giving it an almost ethereal glow. In front
of me the air molecules seemed to stir and a large
perfectly flat transparent rectangle appeared before me.
Quickly the entertainment center loaded its default menu
and I asked it to give me details on the chip's program.
Details flashed on the floating rectangle: "Origin:
Masahiritu Entertainment Corporation Title (translated):
Virtual Super Fun Happy Girl Time! Rating: Highest level
of Restriction. Please enter password to unlock
program..."
I gave the program its password as I took off my jacket;
my crotch was already hard with anticipation. The screen
flashed and now a menu popped up, which had been auto-
translated by the computer from its native Japanese:
"Please with respect be giving your girl description." I
pondered this for a moment and announced in return,
"36C, thin, Caucasian, tall, blonde with black roots,
ummm... curvy?" The entertainment center hummed as it
seemed to go through a million calculations and the
floating menu flashed with colors.
The walls took on a new glow as the holographic
projectors warmed up. Then, a moment later, standing in
front of me was an absolutely beautiful woman, exactly
matching my description. My pants were now nothing but
an elaborate tent for my cock. There she stood, wearing
a tight latex suit that hugged her large breasts and
absolutely perfect ass. The screen reappeared before me
and more questions appeared. I rushed as quickly as I
could through the incomprehensibly translated menu and
finally when I finished the screen disappeared and I was
left alone with my dream girl.
I was nervous, but not too nervous to notice how tightly
the latex hugged her virtual assets and how constrained
my pants now felt. She just stood there coldly, blinking
every once in a while. This was the image in my mind
with which I had masturbated for so many years; this was
the moment I had been waiting for. I guess I could be
called awkward, but at 15 I knew I absolutely needed
sex, and I couldn't get it from anyone living. For
months I had scrimped and saved for this day, and then
stroked myself off imagining this moment.
Finally I knew I had to speak. "I, uhhh, computer...
uhhh." Luckily she responded with a soothing sexy voice
that made my loins burn, "Please, call me Sarah. Would
you like me to fuck you today? Or perhaps a striptease?
I am well versed in 700 different sexual techniques and
can be trained with new ones at your leisure."
She was just so real. I actually felt nervous around
her, not sure how she'd feel about me, ignoring the fact
that she was just a bunch of photons and laser fields. I
tried to pull my shirt down to cover up my raging hard-
on. The program was incredible and adapted right away,
"Ohhh. Poor baby, that looks like it hurts. Want Sarah
to make it better?"
I literally gasped at the statement.
She, or more accurately the computer, studied the
situation briefly and decided on a course of action:
"It's okay, Sarah will take things slowly for you, my
young Master. Just sit down over in that chair and I'll
give you a little show."
She winked at me and then walked over towards me. She
reached her hand out and I was stunned when I felt it
touch my arm and guide me to the chair, where I sat
uncomfortably fighting my dick and my extreme
embarrassment. Her hand had felt so real, the thought
that the rest of her could feel that real made my dick
jerk briefly in my pants, fighting its imprisonment.
"Hmmm," she said, "Not much use doing a striptease in an
outfit like this? Hell, you can already tell I'm shaven
where it counts with this one. Computer, give me outfit
35b."
Her body flashed with a brilliant light and for one
brief millisecond I could see her naked splendor, but
soon she reappeared from this halo of light wearing a
tight shirt (no bra), and a red frilly skirt that went
down to her knees where it covered the ends of white
thigh high stockings. At the bottom she wore black
"fuck-me" stiletto heels. She had a new air about her,
as if she were now in charge and in control of
everything.
She leaned one lovely hip forward straining the skirt
and snapped her fingers prompting some strip club style
music to fill the room. Following the music, she moved
her hips from side to side and stretched out her body,
straining the shirt against her breasts. Now twisting
around she bent down stroking her leg with her arm,
giving me an excellent view of how tightly the skirt
hugged her ass. Her curves drove me wild and soon I had
to pull my pants to my knees on the chair so that my
dick wouldn't blast off right into my shorts.
"Mmmm," she hummed as she observed my hard-on, "I can't
wait to feel that inside of me." Obviously those
Japanese programmers hadn't skimped on the English
translation where it counted.
Just then as she continued rocking her hips to the beat,
she snapped her fingers and a strip club style pole
appeared in the room. Suddenly she spun around and
turned her back to me. Again she hunched over, and her
skirt almost seemed to hug her ass tighter than it had
before. But this time, as she straightened back up, she
suddenly pulled her shirt over her head. I could just
barely see the edge of her breasts, but I was busying
carrying my eyes from her ass to the start of her now
naked back.
Following its tan curve with my eyes, until I settled on
her head, which had turned sidewise. She gave me an all
too devious smile, and after winking, she suddenly spun
around again, revealing her breasts to me in all their
splendor. They were perfect: Exactly as I had imagined,
exactly as I had dreamed. They were large, yet at the
same time firm, and they hung slightly on her chest
creating a curve and slight shadow that was absolutely
to die for. And they were framed by her beautiful taut
stomach, and her long blonde hair. I'm embarrassed to
say it, but I exploded right there into my boxers.
I suddenly placed my hand over the large wet spot; I was
so ashamed and for a moment, forgetting what she was, I
actually thought she was going to leave. But instead,
she just smiled and giggled and then said to me, "I hope
you'll have some left for me, there's nothing I like
better than slurping down some hot cum from a big strong
guy like you, or feeling a cock just explode in my tight
little twat."
During all this, she never lost the music's beat. In
fact, her dance had progressed. Just then, with another
wink, she tore off the red skirt revealing a pink G-
string that was so tight, I could see the divide between
her pussy lips through the material.
Now she positioned herself so that the dance pole was
between us. She pressed herself against it so that the
bar went between her breasts, pressing them apart and
making them look even larger than before. Then she
grabbed it with her hands and lifted her feet off the
ground. She pressed her pelvis and the G-string against
the bar and started shifting around. Then she swung her
legs out and did a little spin around the bar before
settling down on the ground.
She took one hand off the pole, and snapped her fingers
again. A giant crystal clear champagne glass appeared,
full of water and bubble mix. With an incredible leap,
she landed ass first into it and giggled as her
stockings were soaked. She lifted a leg high in the air
and positioned her head against it; she unsnapped her
heel and threw them off. Then she did the same thing
with her other leg and took off that heel.
Suddenly, she stood up in the glass and turned away from
me. A bright light was now behind her creating a
heavenly silhouette, but at the same time, not blinding
me. Her ass was so beautiful; it had just the right
amount of curve, and in my mind, I briefly pictured it
gyrating and rippling as I slammed into her from behind.
She bent down with her legs spread, and the sight of her
G-string's material pressed so tightly against her
honeybox reignited my raging hard-on. She slowly and
sensuously removed each of her stockings, until she was
wearing nothing but the G-string.
She stood up again and twirled a little in the soapy
water so that she was facing me. That same devious smile
was back, and I managed to push even further forward on
my seat, nearly falling off with anticipation. She
licked her lips, and I was so infatuated with her tongue
and beautiful red lips that I didn't even notice that
her hands had shifted towards her waist, and that her
back was arched, further accentuating her already
perfect breasts.
She put her legs close together, nearly crossing them.
Her thighs were very tightly together, right up to the
front of her G-string, and with a quirky laugh, her
panties suddenly snapped apart and were pulled through
her tightly pressed legs, falling off somewhere behind
her. In that moment my eyes nearly shot out of my head.
BAM! There she was, naked.
My eyes of course focused on her crotch. I could see her
beautiful amber pussy hair, very neatly trimmed, and I
knew from her statement earlier that beneath that, she
was completely shaven. I was dying with anticipation for
her to unpress her thighs so that I could get more than
a fleeting glance at her pussy lips, but just then, she
suddenly through her legs in the air and splashed down
into the champagne glass. Her legs were apart and I saw
her hot, wet, pussy lips (just as perfect as the rest of
her) but she was in constant movement, swirling her legs
everywhere and splashing water and bubbles all around.
Then in a very odd move she wound in a position that
would've confounded most gymnasts: with both her legs
high in the air, but with her head between them. I
almost didn't realize because of the incredible gleam of
energy and excitement in her eyes that I now had an
incredibly explicit view of her pussy. My eyes roved
from her perfectly cut pubic hair to every facet of her
pussy.
I examined excitedly from afar the curves and colors of
her pussy. Her pussy was spread slightly and I could see
her inner lips, and the hood that all my instinct told
me housed her love button. Moving past her glistening
love box, I could just barely see her starfish, before
my eyes pulled right back up to her pussy. And I just
sat there, eying her for what must've been 5 seconds,
though it felt like a heavenly eternity to me.
The music took on a new beat and she pulled her head
back and swung her body into a spin in the tub. Her
magnificent breasts, just like the rest of her body,
were now glistening with water and I longed to suckle
her aroused nipples. She settled again, her crotch
facing me again, but this time with her back arched and
her legs forward and resting on the glass.
Very deliberately, she took one hand, licked it
thoroughly, and plunged into herself with a frenzy of
rubs and probes. Both tender and strong, she stroked and
kneaded every part of her genitals, in ways I didn't
even know existed. More and more she started plunging a
finger, and then fingers, between her now gaping lips.
Her hips were rocking now and the music softened,
allowing me to hear her excited and impressive moans.
Soon she had 4 fingers shifting in and out of her pussy,
with her thumb pressed and vibrating against her clit.
Her movements and moans became faster and faster, until
suddenly her hips bolted into the air and she screamed
out with pleasure.
Her hips held there in the air after the peak and her
hand slowed, though it showed no signs of stopping its
constant stimulation; her gasping breath began to turn
into long exhales and inhales as she recovered from her
massive (but simulated!) orgasm, and then she just
dropped back down into the water, looking tired and
content.
I had to look down at my crotch just to remind myself
that I had ejaculated again.
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