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Virtual Weekend (MF+, fantasy)
By Anonymous Author
*
This was not Phil's day. First thing this morning he discovered his
transmission was shot so he had to take the bus to work. Secondly he
was late to work and got his ass chewed out by Dr. Tyler. Dr. Tyler
was a real bastard.
Even though Phil was a janitor, he was highly educated. He studied
English Literature and minored in philosophy in college, but when he
couldn't find a teaching position he had to take whatever he could.
"Its only temporary." he would think to himself. After all, he was
only 28. He still had his whole life ahead of him. Phil also, even
though he would never admit it to himself, was a bit of a playboy.
Always womanizing and partying, quitting jobs and going across country
to "find" himself. He had for his young years put quite a few miles
under his belt.
All of this being the case he always hated the way Dr. Tyler talked
down to him, treating him as if he was a lower form of life. Phil did
not have many friends at the laboratory. The other janitors thought he
was a bit snobbish and used to call him "professor".
The scientists who also worked at the lab, if they ever noticed him at
all, thought of him only in terms of "That's the guy who forgot to
empty my trash can last week!" Therefore it was not unusual for him to
work alone. All day long he brooded about his car.
"Where in the hell am I going to get $1000 bucks to fix my
transmission?" he thought to himself. "Shit, I also promised Karen we
would go on a picnic for Labor Day, damn! damn! damn!" All day long he
brooded and brooded. About 5 o'clock Jerome, the janitorial
supervisor, said "Phil, go upstairs and clean up the computer lab.
After you finish, just let yourself out."
Reluctantly Phil got all of his supplies together and headed up to the
third floor computer labs. Since there was a three day weekend coming
up most of the people up there were either gone or in the process of
going home. Just as he turned the corner he ran in to Dr. Tyler who
was frantically gathering notes and papers in his office.
This was the first time he had ever even seen Dr. Tyler's office, he
usually had it locked up and no one ever went in without his
permission. He thought to himself this might be a way to get in good
with Tyler since his ass chewing this morning. Maybe he could do
something for him in the way of a raise or perhaps if not that maybe a
little overtime. He was going to need money to fix his car after all.
"Dr. Tyler, um I see you are cleaning your office up. There is no need
for you to do that sir I can do that for you." Phil said.
Dr. Tyler looked up half irratedly and half frantically. His
hesitation indicated that he really did not want anyone in his office
but his franticness indicated he really did not have time to get his
papers in order.
"Ok, well listen I have an important dinner engagement tonight and I
can't miss it. I'm already running late and normally I would never
trust anyone in here but, I guess I don't have to worry about you." he
said with a sarcastic laugh.
It took all that Phil could muster not to punch him right in the
mouth, but he held his temper and just smiled.
"Ok Phil, straighten up my desk but don't touch any of my equipment.
This place needs to be clean as a whistle Tuesday morning because I am
having some visitors who are coming to inspect my invention. I
appreciate your help so DON'T SCREW UP!" He said and he ran out of the
office.
"He is such a prick," Phil muttered aloud to himself. Oh well, maybe
this will pay off in the long run. He gathered all of his supplies and
began to clean up. As he was picking up some documents off of the
floor he saw a memo that started: Virtual Reality Machine Plans.
He sat down and read the memo. Most of it was a lot of technical
jargon he couldn't make out but he got the jist of it. Tyler had
invented a working virtual reality machine. His device did not require
gloves or a helmet but was transmitted straight into the brain through
electrical pulses. This made the experience seem to the participant to
be completely real and was not limited to only sight and sound senses
but included touch, smell namely all of the senses. Phil was so
excited he could barely contain himself.
He had to experience this. He looked over at the device. The device
looked like nothing more that a pc with some headphones attached to
it. From his readings he figured out that the headphones fit on both
sides of the temple. From there it would transmit the electrical
stimulus straight into the brain. He sat down in the chair and turned
on the machine and put the headphones on.
Nothing happened at first so he switched on the monitor. There was a
menu that said "Experiences: a1 throughT22". He clicked on A1.
Immediately he was thrown back in the chair. He could not move. His
eyes were slowly closing like he was going to sleep, however it was
different. A few seconds later and he was flying! Oh what an
experience. He was going faster and faster flying right above the
treetops. This was fantastic.
A few minutes later and it was over. He was trembling with excitement.
He then looked at the device. The front of the machine had a small
door on it, like a CD player. He pressed the release button and the CD
came out. On it was written a1 through t22. He looked around the room
for other CDs and out of the corner of his eye he saw a CD in a jacket
marked "For Tyler's use only!!!"
This is where he keeps his private experiences he thought. "I wonder,
if flying was so realistic, how about sex. I bet that's what he keeps
on this CD." He took the CD out of its case and placed it in the
machine. After the screen came up he chose experience 1683.
Again he went into his paralyzed trance. When he came to consciousness
again he was in an old fashioned Victorian bedroom. He was also
completely naked, as he could see himself in the mirror. It was odd.
His image looked like him but then again not exactly. He was bigger
both in muscle-mass and cock size. He was quite a stud. Suddenly the
door opened and in walked the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
She had a body like a goddess and the most alluring figure imaginable.
"Hi, my name is Anna, I am programmed to please your every need," the
girl said. She then dropped her sheer nightgown to reveal the most
perfect breasts he had ever laid eyes on. They were absolutely
perfectly round and as she walked over to the bed they gently swung
back and forth from their tremendous weight. She knelt down beside him
and gingerly took his cock in her hand.
By this time it was completely hard. "Do you want me to suck it for
you?" she asked. Phil couldn't believe this was happening. "YESSSS!"
he whispered and she took the very tip of his cock in her mouth.
As she began to suck he realized this was unlike any blowjob he had
ever received before. Every nerve ending was on fire, he could feel
his blood coursing through his veins and it was like he was aware of
every sense he was experiencing. All sensations seemed to be magnified
100 times in here. Right as he was about to shoot she stopped.
"Mustn't cum too quick, there won't be enough for the others. Please
choose your options from the menu."
All of a sudden there appeared floating letters in the air. Beside
each letter were instructions; A. continue with Anna alone B. Add
number of extra girls you wish to entertain. "What do I do Anna?" Phil
asked. Choose which option you wish. If you want to have only me,
choose option a, if you want more than one girl at a time choose
option b.
"My god! any number I want!" Phil exclaimed.
"Yes, any number you want," replied Anna. Phil grabbed the letter b..
The message "Enter how many" came up. "How do I respond Anna?" asked
Phil.
"Well, lets make this interesting. Input can be given in many forms,
lets say for each lick of my left breast, that's how many women you
will have." she replied.
Hungrily he pulled her tit to his mouth an proceeded to give it twelve
long, slowed kisses. After he finished the last lick the door to the
bedroom opened up. In walked twelve of the most beautiful women in the
world. There was something for everyone, blondes, redheads, brunettes,
Orientals, Blacks, Whites. All types of beautiful women seemed to be
represented. They all gathered around him and began to slowly lick,
stroke, massage and kiss his entire body from head to toe. He was in
heaven!
As he reached for one of the women to pull her onto his throbbing
erection another menu appeared. "Name your preference: A. straight sex
B. oral sex C. Anal sex D. Bondage E. Bondage & tickling."
"Which choice will it be tonight Dr. Tyler?" Anna asked. That kinky
s.o.b. Phil thought. So he was into bondage and tickling was he, well
I think I will try a little straight sex first. As he reached up to
grab the floating A. one of the girls who was giving him such good
head hit a particularly sensitive part of his penis causing him to let
out a loud groan. Phil closed his eyes and laid back down on the bed.
"Ohhhh that felt so goooood. Please do that again I am so close" he
said.
Anna replied, "The choice has been made, Bondage and tickling."
"What!" Phil exclaimed sitting straight up in the bed. In the throes
of passion he had accidentally grabbed the E. The room began to
change. The charming Victorian bedroom slowly morphed into a
stonewalled dungeon. The bed he was laying on became a rack and before
he could move he realized his wrists and ankles were chained securely
to the sides of the table he was laying on, thus exposing him
completely spread-eagled and naked.
The girls appeared again except that now the all were carrying long
white feathers. "This can't be happening!" he yelled but it was
futile. Two girls began to tickle both sides of his rib cage while two
girls attended to his feet and another two attended to his neck.
Phil had always been ticklish, but in here all his senses
weremagnified100 times. He screamed and howled with laughter.
"NOOOOOOO, STOP PLEASE STOPPPP, NOOOOOO!" but soon his helpless cries
of anguish were muffled under the dripping pussy of Anna who planted
herself right on his mouth.
Even though he was dying of torment the scent of her snatch and her
juices running down his face and into his eyes along with the flicking
tongues of the girls that were working on his cock made this the most
erotic experience of his life. Anna, who remember was not real, had
one virtual orgasm after another spreading her love juices all over
his face. She then switched with one of the girls who was servicing
his cock.
"Whyyyyyyyy cannnnnnnt IIIIIIIII cummmmmmmmm," he gasped between the
rolls of laughter pealing out of him. He was teetering right on the
edge of orgasm but would not cum. wave after wave of glorious ecstasy
combined with exquisite torture racked his entire body. "That's what
this fantasy is all about." Anna answered nonchalantly. "Its the
buildup and the anticipation that is the best part," she continued.
"Aaaaahhhhahahahahahaha" he screamed.
Hours of this torture went by and finally the program came to a halt.
A message appeared before him saying "Loop begun". She/he thought, now
maybe I will wake up. He was still strapped to the table though and
that made him nervous. All of a sudden everything started back up
again Anna replied "The choice has been made, Bondage and tickling."
"OH NO!" Phil screamed. Then he realized what was happening, the CD
had a scratch on it and was skipping. "Oh my GOD!" he thought "This
will go on until someone comes in a shuts off the machine. Well Frank
come looking for me soon? I asked him for a ride home."
The girls began tickling him again and his torture started anew.
*
"Hey Jerome, have you seen Phil?" Frank asked. "I was supposed to give
him a ride home tonight."
"No, I haven't seen him for a few hours. I think he took the bus
home." Jerome replied.
"It figures the professor wouldn't want to ride home with me. Oh well,
if that's how he wants it. Have a good weekend Jerome." Frank replied.
"I'll walk you out." answered Jerome. "I am really looking forward to
this three day weekend, you know."
"I know," said Frank as he cut out the lights and locked the door.
THE END