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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998


Disclaimers:

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead.

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of
them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that
he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it
may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for
minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it
isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.


CHAPTER 7: MISSY THE MAGIC SEX MACHINE

It was still morning, and I grabbed a sandwich and a Pepsi and tried to figure
out what to do with the day. Actually, I laughed to myself, who to do.

The thought occurred to me that I hadn't yet tried doing a "fake" girl -- a
girl that Reward created out of my imagination, like the one in my car the
first day (was that only forty-eight hours ago?)

I asked Reward what to do, and he told me to just imagine what I wanted and
he'd fill in the details. "Remember," he added, "you can always adjust her
later." I decided to start with a repeat of the girl in the car.

Instantly she was there. Eighteen years old, five-two, just over 100 pounds,
about 34B-23-34. Wearing the same clothes, a thin white croptop that left her
perfect flat belly exposed, jeans cut off to the crotch, long blond hair in a
ponytail, a cute tanned face with little snub nose.

She was sitting on the couch at the opposite end from where I was, watching
TV, and reached over to drink my Pepsi, giving me a smile, just as if she'd
been there for hours. I decided it would be interesting if she had been. I
remembered what Reward had said about her having no past, so I decided to
create one for her.

She was my girlfriend, had been for a few weeks. She had moved in last week.
She had a lousy homelife and had become very dependent on me. We had had a
fight last night and I had been very cold to her all morning. She was afraid
I was about to throw her out. She was willing to do anything to win me back.

She put the Pepsi down and came over to my side of the couch. She sat next to
me, and cuddled close. "I'm sorry, Tom, it was all my fault."

I suddenly realized I didn't know her name. Missy, I guess -- yes, she was
very much a Missy.

"I don't know, Missy," I said, feeling that I was playing a role in which I
was improvising my lines, but also realizing that the other actor had to go
along with whatever I improvised. "I don't know, maybe this isn't going to
work out, there's too much of an age difference."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Please don't say that, Tom. I promise I'll
change. I'll do whatever you say from now on." Now two little tears coursed
down each cheek. "Please give me another chance -- any time you want a
blowjob I'll do it, I promise." So that's what the fight was about.

To prove her good intentions, she smiled at me and put her hand on my crotch.
"How 'bout right now?" she asked with a leer.

How could any man resist the combination of tears and a blowjob? Certainly not
me -- either one is generally enough.

I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She had the zipper down and my pants
around my ankles in two seconds flat. Then she fastened her mouth on my cock
and was sucking with abandon. She wasn't as good as Beth, but she wasn't bad
either. She was lying on her belly, with her head in my lap, her ponytail
shaking as her head bobbed up and down. It was a pretty sight, although I
usually prefer to be in position to watch the girl's face as she sucks me.

Nonetheless, I was enjoying this, and the sight of her firm little ass,
covered (just barely) in cutoffs was compensation enough. The jeans had
ridden up slightly, and the bottom of each cheek was visible.

I reached over and rubbed all over her ass, then ran my finger along the
exposed portion of her ass, where it joins her thigh. She liked that, and
sped up her sucking.

I pulled her butt toward me, making her curl slightly, to give me better
access, though she was so small that I could reach her ass easily. I kept
rubbing her, giving her a couple light spanks. God, she was firm! I again
touched the bottom of her ass, this time following the curve around to her
cunt.

She was (of course) wearing no panties, and practically all that existed of
the crotch of the cutoffs was the seam and about a half-inch of denim on each
side. My fingers slipped in easily, although the tightness of the jeans left
them little room to play. I slipped two into her little cunt and felt around.

It was dry, and then I remembered a flaw in the scenario I had created. She
was giving me this blowjob not because she wanted to, but because she was
afraid I was going to throw her out. Not something that would lead to instant
arousal.

I needed a modification, and the best I could come up with on short notice
was nymphomania. She loved to fuck, in fact she lived to fuck. She was giving
me the blowjob in order to keep me, but also because she loved everything
connected with sex.

Immediately, the pressure from her mouth increased and as I slipped my fingers
back into her cunt they were met by a veritable gusher. She squirmed her cunt
onto my fingers, trying to force them further into her.

Unfortunately, I was still constrained by the tightness of the jeans, so I
pulled the fingers out (eliciting a murmur of protest, muffled by my cock),
then tried to get the jeans off her. I didn't do it quickly enough to satisfy
the baby-faced slut who was sucking my cock, so she pushed my hands out of
the way and unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed the jeans far enough down her
thighs that she could wiggle the rest of the way out of them, with my help. I
didn't help too much, because I was enjoying the wiggling.

Out of the jeans, she twisted her body to turn her cunt to face me directly,
and raised one leg to let me in more easily.

I was ready to oblige, and quickly had a finger, then two, up her fuckhole. I
had them moving at a pretty good pace, and had a thumb working on her clit,
but apparently I wasn't doing it hard enough, because her hips started
shoving back at my hand with more and more urgency. I wasn't fucking her with
my fingers, she was fucking my fingers.

The blowjob was okay, but I wanted into that hot cunt. I pulled her off my
cock and rolled her over on her back. Immediately, her legs spread out like
wings, and she raised her cunt invitingly. "Fuck me," she said. "I need you
in me." I got on top of her, stuck it in, and started fucking.

It didn't last long. We were both so hot when I got in her that there was no
way either of us could last more than a few strokes. In less than a minute,
Missy was stretching her legs high in the air, scratching my back, and
screaming in ecstasy. I was a good bit quieter, but I certainly enjoyed it as
I filled her little cunt with sperm.

When we came down, Missy immediately began licking my cock clean -- something
that I think I've mentioned that I love. When she had completed this job,
however, she began to wheedle and whine, which I like less.

"Wasn't that great, Tom?" she asked. "Please let me stay here, we can do that
all the time. I'll do anything you want, anytime you want. You can buttfuck
me, or I'll give you blowjobs, or you can fist me, or anything ...."

"Suck me," I said, just to shut her up.

I had sat up on the couch by this time, and as I pointed to the floor, she
immediately got between my legs and started sucking. While she sucked, I was
busy thinking.

It was obvious there were pluses and minuses to this invented-person routine.
The first thing was that I needed to be more careful about selecting
personalities for such "people". Missy was gorgeous and certainly
accommodating, but there was a basic problem with her: I didn't like her.

On the other hand, it was rather nice to play with such creatures, since they
don't really exist. To clarify my thinking on this, let me use Lupe as an
example. She was a 14-year-old virgin. Having sex with her was wrong by
nearly any measure imaginable and I had felt twinges of guilt about it ever
since, even though I had wiped her memory clean after the fact. At the same
time, I had thoroughly enjoyed fucking her, and I knew I was going to have
more underage girls.

A being that exists only when it is in my presence is much easier to use as a
sex toy, since I am not causing her (it?) any harm no matter how outrageously
I treat her. With a real person, for example, I could never bring myself to
say "suck me" to get her to shut up. But how could it harm Missy, even
temporarily, since she didn't exist? She was flesh and blood, alive and
sentient, and yet she was no more a real person than one of those blow-up
dolls you buy in a porn shop. I was getting back into those "meaning of life"
questions, but I thought I was on to something.

In the meantime, however, Missy had gotten me thoroughly hard and I told her
to turn around. Then I got on the floor behind her and gave her a good
buttfucking. It was a great butt, of course, since it had been built to my
specifications.

When we were done, however, I had Reward make her go away. Not a successful
experiment, but hopefully a good learning experience.


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