ONE
Byron took the remote from Ricky, looking at it with the curiosity of a child. He wasn't sure if he believed his roommates story that he was transported into a virtual reality world where he and Britney Spears had sex. Ricky didn't go anywhere. He was standing there next to him the entire time. They were watching a Britney video, but no time had passed where his roommate might have been off in some made up world fucking the shit out of Ms. Spears. Byron just thought that if he was to believe it, he had to see it for himself.
He flipped around on the tube until he saw something that interested him then looked at the remote. "So I just type in what I want to happen here?" he asked, pointing to the small keypad on the remote.
"Yup. Then press the green button when it starts flashing," Ricky said.
"All right, but it sounds crazy Rick."
Byron looked down at the remote and started typing into the small keypad then waited for the green button to flash. Once it did he pushed down on it and waited for the bright light and sudden rush of air that Ricky described, but nothing happened.
"You are so full of sh-," he started to tell Ricky, but when he looked up he wasn't there anymore. The room wasn't there. Nothing he knew was there. Instead he was standing in a dark, smelly alley. Rain lightly coming down.
He stuffed the remote into the back pocket of his jeans and headed further into the ally. He couldn't believe it, Ricky was telling the truth. It was all true. He was chuckling to himself when he heard someone step into the alley behind him. Footsteps echoing off of the walls.
"Didn't anyone tell you that it's not safe to be out after dark?" someone said behind him.
Byron turned and saw her standing there, framed by the streetlights behind her. It was Sarah Michelle Gellar. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing a pair of black jeans with a bright red stitching, a black tank top and thick, black boots. And she was making her way toward him.
"Holy shit. You're Sarah Michelle Gellar," Byron said.
She laughed. "That beating I gave you last time we meet must have loosened a few marbles. Me Buffy. You Spike. Got that?" she said.
"It worked," Byron thought to himself. "I'm really in the show." And if he had to guess, he looked just like the character Spike on Buffy, The Vampire Slayer. He figured that since he was here, he'd better play the part.
"Oh, Buffy, it's you. Now how could I mistake a beautiful girl like you for someone else. A bloody fool, I am," he said.
She was right in front of him now, looking up into his eyes. Her hair being pulled back really showed off her big, beautiful eyes and sexy little lips. She smiled, making her lips thin out into a line, and blinked up at him.
"You know, flattery will get you..." she leaned forward and rose to her toes, kissing him on the lips. They parted and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Byron held it there with his own lips and sucked hard on it. She then pulled back..."everywhere," she finished. Her hands moved down his jacket and rested on the bulge of his jeans where her fingers fumbled with his belt.
"Now now slayer. What would your friends think of you screwing around with a vampire?" he said.
"You know I don't care what my friends think Spike," she said looking up from her work.
"Ah, this is true."
She finished with his belt and pulled open his jeans, sliding down the zipper. Her hand rubbed over the front of his boxers feeling his growing cock. It fit into her palm nicely as she caressed it, making it grow more and more.
"Mmm. You are a naughty one slayer," Byron moaned out.
"Let's see how naughty I can be," she said this as she went to her knees. Her hands pulling down his boxers so that his cock sprang out. It was fully erect as she wrapped her lips around him, sucking slowly on the head. Her tongue danced around while it was in her mouth making him throb and gasp out.
"What would your keeper think if he knew what a slut you were," he said smiling.
She paid no attention to him, just kept his dick in her mouth and sucked back and forth on it. Her hand had managed to pull his pants down around his ankles and his cock stuck straight out into her mouth. He reached down at took hold of her pony tail, wrapping the hair around in his fist, pulling her back and forth on him. His cock was a thick eight inches with a head the size golf ball, but she was managing to take almost all of him into her little mouth. He could feel her lips teasing the base of him so he put both hands on the back of her head and held her there. She moaned out, trying to pull back, but he kept her there, feeling her throat squeeze him every time she moaned.
He finally let her go and she slide back, taking him out of her mouth to catch her breath. His cock was wet with spit and so were her lips. He grabbed his thick cock and rubbed into on her lips until her tongue started lashing out at him.
"Filthy little slayer," he said and shoved his dick into her mouth. He grabbed her cheeks and started fucking her face. The head of his cock plopping in and out of the back of her throat. He then pulled all the way out of her, watching her suck the spit off of him. His cock was twisted and aching, but she wasn't done with it. Her tongue reached out and slid along the bottom of it, working all the way to the base then back up to the head. She did this over and over, feeling every veiny inch of him with her tongue. Byron just rested his hands on her head, her hair matted down from the rain. The feeling was bliss. Her tongue snaked around him and over him until his cock was glistening.
"Goddamit little girl, you're going to make me cum," he said, pulling her up by the hair.