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What has come before
Chris must remain flat on his back for some more time until his injury heals. Kevin's image enhancement software has allowed him to watch his roommate Chris and Chris' girlfriend Heather get each other off in the dark. Heather and Chris have learned of Kevin's high tech voyeurism, which feeds Heather's exhibitionist and cock teasing sexual needs. Heather has offered to cock tease Kevin, at least until Chris is healthy again. Kevin has accepted, but now Heather the size queen is fighting the urge to do more than just tease Kevin.
An Earth Shattering Ka-boom
Kevin:
The last few weeks have been the best time of my life. I've learned how to dance! My vision enhancement prototype is working perfectly, and I'm thinking of forming a startup. To top it off, sometime during the past few weeks I have completely lost my stutter. I don't get nervous any more.
My only real problem is the chafing from Heather's cock teasing.
I think she's got a chafing problem too, but with her it's more 'chafing at the bit'. Soon after she started cock teasing me, Chris confided that she is a major size queen. I swear, every time I 'serve her breakfast' she's finding it more and more difficult to keep her hands, and mouth, and pussy, away from my bare cock.
It's starting to affect her nightly sessions with Chris in the great room. I can see and hear her tell her morning teasing story to Chris, and how horny she gets remembering teasing me. Lately, her focus has been more on my cock than her teasing. Chris still fucks her hard and well, and she still smiles that electric smile when she cums with him, but he's getting worried about her.
Because she's always smiling that electric smile directly into my camera when she cums. And she always stuffs her panties into her mouth, the ones I wipe myself with after serving breakfast, just before she does.
Anyways, Chris and I have cooked up a Valentine's Day plan to make Heather happy, and celebrate his recovery. I really hope it works.
Heather:
Thanks to the artificial vagina I used during Kevin's first teasing, the dildo I made is a perfect replica of his cock. I even put a little inscription on the handle, 'Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator'. Based on a lot of personal experience, it lives up to its name, blowing my mind regularly.
The thing is, it's not just some inert plastic lump. It's got sensors to register what it touches, and small motors allow it to react realistically to those touches. And I've touched it a lot. Well, I had to train the AI, didn't I?
It knows the depths of my throat and my pussy. From all angles. Intimately. I've even started training my ass to take it. The anal training is still uncomfortable, though, and I'm a bit worried Chris will be disappointed. He loves to fuck my ass on special occasions, because it's even tighter than my pussy. And I love to let him. But my ass isn't tight at all after using that dildo.
Dammit. I'm so horny. I really need to use it before we go out to celebrate Valentines Day, just to take the edge off, before Chris's Valentines Day present starts working. Otherwise I don't know what could happen.
Where the hell is it?
Chris:
I feel a bit guilty about stealing Heather's dildo, but it's necessary for our plan. I also arranged for the folks at Heather's lab to make me a strap on that goes over my cock. It almost turns my cock into Kevin's. I had it made a bit shorter so it's more comfortable for Heather. It's not quite as fancy as her dildo, but it can still sense what it's touching.
I, on the other hand, can't feel a damn thing.
I think this is going to be a good night. My other two room mates are staying with their girlfriends, so we will have the place to ourselves.
All of my friends have shown up to go dancing and for the surprise demo in the basement afterwards. There's a good balance. Four of them are tech guys, so they know how to judge Kevin's tech. The other four are angel investors. They can drop money on Kevin, but more importantly, they can connect him with the people that can turn just another startup into a unicorn.
My friends and I never use our real names anymore. I'll start with the tech guys nicknames: Night Rider, Maverick, Gone Guy, and Double Oh. They're all just under six feet tall, with the lean muscular build of a triathlete or recon Marine. Night Rider's hair is curly, and he's got piercing grey eyes. Maverick has a lady killer smile. Gone Guy is the most intense of the lot, a little broody but with a great sense of humour. These guys all instantly attract attention, but Double Oh gets the most with his slick black hair, handsome face and posh British accent.
The angel investors are a lot more varied: Kiki, The Bruce, Cobra, and Buford. Kiki radiates elegance and sophistication, always perfectly groomed with old world manners. The Bruce has the aura of a Scottish noble, especially when he wears his kilt, as I expect him to today. Cobra gives the impression of a sloth, always slow and deliberate. And Buford is a tall, bulky guy who sounds like he just stepped off the bus from North Hayseed.
These guys had been a successful team in the tech game for several years. They have not found a unicorn yet, but every pick has come in a winner.
I've done a lot of coaching with Kevin over the past couple of weeks to make him successful. So has Heather.
Kevin made visors with his image enhancement tech for the demo. We've run through what we're going to do and say until we can both do it automatically. We've brainstormed likely questions and answers. We're confident and ready.
I think all my friends are going to enjoy the demonstrations.
And best of all, my lovely Rabbit is going to have a great Valentine's Day. I think she will really like my present.
Kevin:
After meeting all of Chris's friends and handing out the visors, we were watching Maverick and Gone Guy shoot pool waiting for Heather to appear. Every man in the room looked up as she leaned over the balcony railing, waving hello.
She was wearing a white multi-panel skirt with a high waist that really emphasized her hips and narrow waist. The skirt came down to mid thigh, so the guys below got a good look at her legs, her flawless skin pale from lack of sun during the winter. A light blue spaghetti crop top hugged her boobs tightly, ending just above her navel. Heather's long brown hair was held back off her face in a braided bubble pony tail. Her only makeup was a bright red lipstick.
I had seen her sapphire earrings and sapphire navel piercing before. The overall effect was just stunning. She looked like an elvish princess.
I wonder if she's wearing her clit piercings? It is Valentines Day, after all.
Heather's appearance was the signal for Chris, the MC for the night, to start herding the cats. "OK, folks, it's time! Remember to take your visors when you leave. I'm sure you're going to enjoy the demo."
We all piled into the party bus. There were no seats, so everyone had to gather around the floor-to-ceiling poles. I was talking with Cobra and Buford while Chris started warming up Gone Guy and Night Rider. Heather's poled was crowded with Kiki, Maverick, Double Oh and The Bruce.
Chris and I were both watching Heather as they jockeyed for position next to her. The swaying bus and the crowded pole gave Heather plenty of excuses to press her boobs against the front of Kiki's Italian suit, bringing that elvishly pretty face inches from his. It also allowed her to press her ass against The Bruce's kilt regularly. The Bruce smoothly pushed his sporran out of the way to increase the pleasure.
I could tell Heather was enjoying teasing these men. Her nipples were becoming more and more prominent under her top, along with her dangling nipple jewellery.
Fifteen minutes later we were at our reserved table beside the club dance floor. A long plush velvet bench sat behind a row of three small round glass top tables. The wall above the bench was mirrored. The bench curved a quarter of the way around the tables at each end. Seating between the ends of the bench was a series of low stools. This setup allowed easy access to the dance floor for everyone sitting there.
The glass top tables and mirrors made this club a dream venue for voyeurs and exhibitionists alike. Heather loved to come here.
Chris and I sat on stools facing the bench to allow our guests a complete view of the dance floor. As they munched on finger foods already placed on the tables, Chris and I started going through our pitch, showing off features of the visors. We all looked a little weird with the visors on, and got some glances from other dancers. The demonstration was going really well.
Then I saw motion in the mirror. Buford had stood up and was staring at the dance floor.
"You don't see that coming down the road very often!"
Heather was dancing flamboyantly with some modern dance aficionado, spinning and promenading back and forth. She had removed some of the panels from her skirt, so now her flanks were completely exposed. Only the front and rear panels remained, forming an overlong loincloth. Every sinuous move caused the skirt to rise, exposed her light blue lacy boy pants, emphasizing her flat belly, sexy hips, and the curve of her firm ass cheeks.
It seemed that Chris's friends were now using their visors to track Heather as she went around the dance floor.
All the other male eyes in the club were lusting after Heather too. And she knew it. I did not see any of the guys she danced with so much as hold her close, but she was starting to get that lovely pink blush above her crop top that meant she was going to cum.
But how?
Heather:
Damn Chris, he does know how to get me to punch my own buttons. Dancing well was one thing, but dancing with a remote controlled mini vibrator in my panties takes my excitement to a whole new level.
Cock teasing an entire club of horny men when Chris held the vibrator control was just one side of orgasmic. As I was finding out.
The more I spun and shook and jumped and generally showed off, the more lustful stares I noticed, the more I got off on the attention, and the more power he applied. Shit, these panties are not designed to absorb my flowing juices. I have to get off the dance floor!
Fortunately, the song ended, and I practically ran over to our table. Chris was in deep conversation with his friends, and pointed me at Kevin with a grin that said he knew my situation exactly. Kevin had wrapped up and was sitting casually on the bench facing the dance floor, knees apart, watching me coming.
He still seemed really startled when I flipped up the rear panel of my skirt and sat down straddling his leg with my back to him.
Kevin could now feel the vibrator in my panties pressing on his thigh.
"Hey, Heather, what's going on?"
"You know what's going on. I'm fucking orgasmic. Did you know that Chris was going to fire up my vibrator when I was on the dance floor?"
"That's the buzzing lump you're sitting on? Now I understand!"
"Please help me, I can tell he's trying to make me cum but I can't do it here! Time to put those dancing lessons to use!"
"Anything for you, Heather."
