*This is obviously a fantasy, but just to be sure, all character names are made up and anything related to real life is coincidental. Everyone in this story, including the animated characters are over 18.*
(Funny side note, no matter how many times I tried to make up an obviously fake name for the character's job, I keep finding it actually exists so I'll keep the job nameless, not that it matters too much to the story).
"Thanks for the help! Now my computer is a lot faster than before!"
"That's great to hear Mr. Sanchez, is there anything else we can do for you today?"
"Nope, that's it! Have a great day!"
"No problem, thanks for calling in, we appreciate your business."
I waited for the customer to end the call and sighed. I went on my break for the day and went to grab a quick bite of some pre-heated leftover stromboli.
My name is Mike Ortega, 26, and I'm going stir crazy. I'm around 5'8, have long curly hair and dark grey eyes, a stocky built guy, though I might have gained some extra pounds due to the 2020 lockdown. I was lucky enough to have kept my job, as we were allowed to take the equipment home and work from home until further notice. However, what started as two weeks has turned into months and loneliness and isolation was starting to creep in.
Once in a while I get calls from friends and family, sometimes the co-workers nudge me on social media to keep tabs on how I've been. Before all this happened, we used to the hit the bar on the weekends or the local hockey game, but that now seemed like a faded memory.
And like other things, I also missed having sex. I actually had a good thing going with this babe at work. Nothing serious, just the occasional sex here and there. Friends with benefits I'd call it, but we never gave it a name. It was an unspoken understanding where we could hang out at the bar and trade work stories, but if we wanted to fuck, it wasn't a big deal.
Sadly she couldn't handle the extra stress of the work at home set up and she eventually quit the job. While we still kept in touch a bit, she eventually left town to live with her family til whenever things smoothed over. I mean, sure I saw her as a great friend and we made each other laugh and whatnot, but she was also a good lay and I missed that.
After a few hours of phone calls with people that were surprised to find out their computers actually worked a lot better when they were plugged in, I signed off for the night and was ready to unwind a little. There was nothing good on TV tonight so I decided to boot up the PS4 and play some Street Fighter online.
I decided to choose one of my best characters at the moment, the game has such a huge roster, my favorites change from time to time. My current favorite was Laura Matsuda. She's a Brazilian knockout with half her hair braided while the rest flowed freely. She wore a green martial art gi top and matching green pants with the bottoms missing, and black tights underneath to cover up her bare ass.
In the game most of her moves consisted on grapples, throws and throwing electricity to land extra hits. Within her personal lore, Laura is an upbeat tomboyish young woman out to travel the world and challenge the best fighters. With her amazing figure, revealing outfits, and camera zooming in on her best features, she was one of the sexiest women in the game, for a fictional character of course.
As I scored my 7th win in a row using Laura in her new DLC bikini costume I couldn't help but think thoughts about her. Sure, she wasn't real but she was clearly designed to represent an attractive young woman with a sexy toned bod. If she was real, I wouldn't know anyone alive that would NOT want to fuck her, but then again, that's why she's fantasy. I mean, fantasy is often full of Captain Americas and Black Widows with body types we can only strive for, right? Or maybe it was getting too late and my mind was just wandering.
After a few more rounds of Laura razzle-dazzling her opponents with quick combos, I finally ran into someone using Rashid and he (or she?) totally decimated me. It was a good hour or so, so I decided I had enough gaming for the day and had my dinner. I messaged some co-workers via social media to find out what happened to the work drama from the other week and decided it was time for bed.
That night I was feeling rather frustrated so I figured it was time to whip it out and deal with it. I mean, hey, it's been a while, I missed fucking my work buddy. As I stroked my cock I imagined the work hottie going down on me, she was amazing at giving head. I used to grab her and fuck her mouth until I'd cum down her throat and she would love it.
Somewhere among the lustful feelings of how I used to fuck the daylights out of my friend, I forgot how or why but I was now thinking about Laura sucking my cock instead. I would hear her say 'hey, wanna be my fucking bud? My fuck-ing-bud?' before I would bend her big ass over, yank off her bikini top and just ram it up her ass. As Laura screamed in pleasure, I shot my load, letting out a grunt I couldn't hold back. As I laid there, panting hard and staring at the ceiling, I looked at my hand, now dripping with cum. I sighed in defeat.
"I can't believe I just got off to the girl from Street Fighter. Damn, I need to get laid."
The next day was Saturday, and I took a short drive to pick up the groceries for the week. I just wore a casual sports shirt and some loose jeans and of course, the mask. Between working at home, getting paid by direct deposit and ordering out, there was barely any reason to leave the house during this lockdown period, especially since work took too much of my time.
When I got home, I grabbed all the bags from the car and started sorting out the groceries. After that was done I started to do some basic cleaning around the place, picking up clothes that was lying around and whatnot. I was emptying the dustpan out when something caught the corner of my eye. Something silver.
I headed towards my gaming center and saw a silver colored PS4, right next to my regular black one. I instinctively looked around to see if anyone was in my house, or if anything looked out of place, as if someone has been here in my absence. I nervously went back to the front door and made sure nothing looked like it was broken into. I checked the windows in the bathroom and one that was next to my makeshift office but everything looked normal.