The sun hung low in the sky. Evening had just begun to nestle into the remains of the noon before it. Sam, a young man with dark hair and darker eyes, reached for the knob on his front door. With keys in hand he slid the metal object into the hole, twisted, and with several clicks the door swung open. He simply stood there in the door way, hands at his sides. It had been a long day. He found himself to be utterly exhausted.
Sam stepped across the threshold and the door shut behind him, sealing him in darkness and silence. The dark didn't bother him, he had lived here long enough that he could manage to maneuver around without difficulty. He meandered down the hallway and into the living room where he collapsed onto the couch. A tired hand reached out and took hold of a nearby remote to flick on the TV. Blinding blue light flashed and remained on the screen. Sam winced as he stepped onto the back of each of his heels, kicking off his shoes and socks. Once free, her scooped up a controller for his gaming console with one foot and brought it up towards his hands. He pressed the power button on the controller and snuggled back into his sofa. "Ah..." He let out a satisfied sigh as relaxation washed over him.
The screen went black, followed by the Z-Station logo. After a brief period of time and some various text across the screen "Bend-Over and Watch" in large title text. Sam blinked a few times and refocused his vision before the text disappeared, "What..? Weird.." He figured it must have been his imagination. Soon his favorite character stepped into view. Ashe, in her Little Red Riding Hood themed outfit. The white haired woman sported her leather corset with white and red accents. A white skirt clung to her hips leaving a great deal of thigh skin to be seen between the base of the fabric and the leather boots reaching up to her knees. Her bust, held back by thin white fabric, practically spilled out from the gap above her corset.
All of these features, how her figure was so appropriately accented. This character of the whole cast particularly struck a chord with him. He hadn't been home for more than 5 minutes and he already felt a throb between his thighs. "You know what? I've had a day.. I think I'm just going to relax first.." He said quietly as he reached down with both hands and unzipped his pants. He unfastened the button and pulled apart the flaps of his pants to reveal a bulge being restrained by the fabric of his boxers. He reached into the waistband and tugged down the front of his boxers, releasing his turgid rod. "Ahh..." He sighed, "Yeah, think I'm going to rub one out to you, cutie." He said, talking more to himself but referring to Ashe on the home screen.
One hand tightens around the shaft and he begins tugging on the member. He let out a soft gasp and looked at the screen. Weird. Had she always had such a disgusted look on her face? Maybe it was some new event. Sam paid it no mind and refocused once again on the task at hand. He was tugging slowly, thinking about Ashe in her current form and how she'd be in bed. Suddenly a familiar voice spoke up, "Excuse me? Who do you think you are jerking that small prick in front of me?" Instantly, Sam releases his member and looks around the room. Like a child caught picking his nose he glances side to side trying to find the source of the dialogue before his eyes fell upon the television.
He swallowed hard as he looked at Ashe who now had her arms crossed and stood in an unfamiliar pose. "Wh-who was that..? Was that you..?" He asked, both shocked and in disbelief. Was he really talking to a character on a game? Soon after he spoke a reply came from the avatar, "Yes I did, you little pervert." Sam opens his mouth to speak up but before anything can leave his lips she continues, "I'll show you what happens to little freaks like you who think it's fun to tug their little dicks to us." Ashe takes a few steps toward the screen from her perspective. She places her hands down on the base of the television and her fingers protrude from the display. White strands of her hair along with the red hood dip into reality as she leans forward. Her head comes completely through, facing downward as she quickly slides through up to her hips. One leg reaches up and slides between her and the base of the television as she steps out and onto the floor. Her other foot soon follows as she stands up, dusting herself off. "What a filthy home you have." She said in a condescending tone as she stood before Sam.
Meanwhile, the young man suddenly begins to stand but is greeted by her leather boot. It plants flatly against his chest and forces him back to the couch. He took a gasp in shock, "Wh-what.. Am I dreaming..?" The intense pressure behind her boot gave testament to her strength. The boot slowly slid down against his chest and soon dwarfed his pole. It pressed aggressively against the tool, smothering it into his stomach. "I'm the real deal. And you're a lucky, filthy boy." Her hands slide down along her body, reaching the top of her skirt. She begins unfastening the buttons and rocking her hips to tug the fabric down. As she did this, her boot twisted side to side, up and down, grinding against his rod, eliciting whines and moans from the captive man.
Sam's vision is primarily focused on the boot placed upon him, wincing at the pressure. His gaze, however, slowly lifts back up towards her hands. His eyes widen and jaw drops. Ashe was now brandishing an absolutely engorged fem-cock. How could he have not noticed it before? Maybe all the leather and gear she kept on masked it's presence. Regardless, it was here now in the flesh. She slid one hand around the base of her immense rod and gripped it tightly. Her face was lifted slightly, looking down her nose at Sam as she gave her she-meat a few strokes. "This, is what a real cock looks like. Not that toothpick you've got between your legs." His cheeks become tinted rose as he looks down at his own tool, trapped beneath her large boot. Had she always had such large feet too..?
Ashe's foot finally relieves it's pressure, pulling away from his rod and giving him a moment to relax. "Down. On your knees." she demanded, taking a step back to give Sam room. The young man slid from the couch almost like jelly, practically melting down the front of the sofa and to the floor where he balanced on his knees and gazed up at Ashe. He could feel the heat radiating from the turgid rod at his eye level. Salty humidity practically oozed from the tip that pointed at him as it thickened and stiffened out. With her hands still holding the base of the cock, she gently slaps it against his cheek. The sound, though soft, echoed in the silent room. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, "Yeah, now you've seen a real cock."