Author's notes:
This is a story of a person visiting a virtual sex world. There are no romances or character development. Things can seem strange or a little surreal due to the nature of the world. Generally, there is no logic or sense in why some things are happening. It's basically just sex in various scenarios. Initially, I like to explore freeuse/free use sexual activities and then mix in some other sexual activities later on (maybe).
I'm aware that a lot of the descriptions, especially things pertaining to anatomy and biology are incorrect. I didn't want to get too bogged down with too much details and I apologised to those that find this irritating.
WARNINGS:
If you have any issues with the following, please do not proceed:
- If you have body dysphoria. In addition to the certain unrealistic physique changes, the characters do not have reproductive organs. They are heavily modified virtual facsimile of how they visually appear and feel. These changes also apply to the anus and mouth. The intention of the changes is visual or aesthetic appeal for the user character in the story.
- Fantastical and unnatural elements, due to the setting (virtual world).
- Cum eating, humiliations and ass to mouth.
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PART 1 STORY BEGINS
The effect of being transported into the virtual world can be a little frightening at first. The moment I dive into it, the real world around me turns into a void. The sensation of a sudden drop hits me. It's similar to being on plane hitting turbulence or a plummeting roller coaster ride. I panic for a short moment as my vision, hearing and other sensations instantly becoming null. I feel like I'm in free fall. It is quite a shock. It's like knowing you are asleep, but not dreaming and being in nowhere. Just as I am trying to adjust to the void, I can make out what is in front of me, as my vision returning and shifting into focus as if from waking up. My sensations return to me at the same time, like the volume gently turning back on.
I can hear the sounds of a mechanical grandfather clock in the corner. I'm sitting on a comfortable couch situated in a sizable office. The walls are made of dark wood panelling. A somewhat out of place transparent minimalist table is in front of me. No one is seated on the tall back office chair. Gentle light shafts shine through the window blinds.
I'm wearing the same clothes that I wore before I entered this world. I touch the fabric of the couch and move my arms around. It all feels real. Then I heard a click behind me and I turn to see doors opening.
In comes a woman I recognise instantly: Charlize Theren. The resemblance is remarkable, but also not entirely like her real counterpart, such as her face being much smoother. She looks to be in her late 20s, but more athletic. Her blond hair is shaped in a bowl cut. She's wearing a light button up shirt and a very short pencil skirt.
'Welcome.' Charlize struts into the room.
Her presence is so much more imposing up close and in person compared to the videos I'd watched. Immediately she leans back on her table in front me showing off her long slender legs. I can almost peak under her skirt. She didn't care, as she opens a leather folder.
'Hello.' I stammer.
'I'm your AI guide or host to this world. Lets see -- you have filled out your specifications and desired settings. Excellent. Quite detailed and extensive -- oh I'm sorry, I hope you're ok with me in this body. You didn't say who you want to be your guide or host. I can change now if you like.'
'Oh, no you're fine. I'm just -- sort of in a shock at seeing you -- here.' I reply.
'Ah yes. That's perfectly understandable. And thank you.' Charlize leans forward, touches my shoulder and winks.
'Do you wish to have a look at your preferences?' Charlize offers me the folder.
'Sure.' I take the folder from her and skimmed through the pages and quickly checked my settings. [*1]
'Looks good to me.' I hand back the folder to her.
Charlize nods and smiles, as she stands back up and paces around her desk looking at the file, giving me a good view of her fabric covered tight ass.
'The girls will be a mixture of celebrities, actresses, sporting people, porn stars, supermodels, performers and various media personalities - all with the desired modifications.'
'Yes, that's right.'
'Excellent choices.' She flicks through the notes. 'And your world is the -- free use and porn fantasy scenarios.'
'Yes.'
'Great. Ok. Everything seems to be in order. If you want to make any changes at all during your stay, please let me know or you can do it via in-built app. If you want to summon me again, would you like me to appear as is or someone else?'
'Could you pick whomever? Perhaps at random?'
'Of course I can do that. Will there be anything else?'
'How do I --'
'Contact me? With this.' Charlize places a slim phone on the table. 'Or you can pick up any public phone and just ask straight away. No need to even address me. I'll know. You look tense. It's ok. You'll be fucking in this place like it's your own domain. I know you have a lot of questions and wondering how things might work. If really want to, you can get in touch with me, but I suggest you go out there, explore and enjoy yourself.'
'So... when do I start?'
'Now.' She leans in and gives me a deep and wonderful kiss. I feel her moist tongue enter my lips and just like that I lose any sense of my surrounding once again.
NEIGHBOURLY WELCOME
I wake up on my couch. Although, waking up is a strange word to describe this experience. I look around and see my lounge room, but nicer and much less dusty. I notice that I'm wearing a very smooth and fine silk-like long robe, sweat pants and sandals. I don't have a shirt. I get up from the couch and feel the phone in my pocket. It is very light. When I look at it, the phone unlocks automatically and it just shows me 1 entry on the phone directory: Guide / Host.
A melody sounded from it with a message: I've given you some clothes, but feel free to remove them, including your shoes. It's so much more liberating. No need to worry about the environment. You're safe here : )
Just I got up and approach the front door, it rings. I hesitate for the moment, as I'm used to being careful in the real world. Then I open the door and see a woman in her late 20s smiling in front of me.
She's wearing a 50s style dress, but it's quite different at the same time. The hem of the dress is above the knees. The top part clings to her very slim body and small waist. She's also wearing flats.
'Welcome new neighbour. I'm Carla Guigano.' Carla wraps her arms around and presses against me.
She feels and smells fantastic. She looks at me for a short while before giving me a deep kiss with her tongue slipping into my mouth.
As soon she steps away, she hooks her arm around mine and leads the way.
'That's quite a welcome.' I lick my lips a bit.
'Oh, that's how we all welcome each other. It is nice to meet someone new around these parts.' Carla waves her hand casually around.
The neighbourhood is a stereotypical suburban area with white picket fences, neat green hedges, colourful flowers and modern houses. It is like stepping into an old TV show, but with a lot of updates.
Carla notices that I feel somewhat under dressed and re-assures me by smiling and rubbing my hand. She looks around briefly.
'The others are busy at the moment for the gathering. I'm sure you'll meet them later on. Here's my home.'
We enter her home and I could smell the hint of cinnamon in the air. We walk pass her lounge and dinning area.
'Why don't you help me in the kitchen for a bit?' Carla wears a thin and small apron.
I follow her as she stands close to the kitchen bench top preparing a few things.
'What are you making Ms G?'
'A bit of everything. At the moment, mostly some cakes and cookies. Come on now, don't be shy and stand behind me.'
The backside of her dress is exposed, showing off her beautiful back. It dips down to just above her ass, which is covered by the lower part of her dress.
I stand close to her and smell her sweet aroma.
'You'll have to be much closer than that.'
This time, I press myself against her and wrap my arms around her waist.
'That's it.' Carla starts to pour some liquid in kitchen flasks.
I feel my cock stiffening. I grind lewdly on Carla's dress cover ass. She isn't bothered one bit by it as she works away with flour and measuring cups. She spreads her legs wider. I run my hand under her dress and feel her pussy through her panties. I move my fingers back and forth from her pussy to her asshole several times.
I step back and run my hands over her smooth back. I lift up her dress, which stays afloat in position, as I admire her thong panties and compact, but athletic ass. They are still perky despite her not even wearing heels. I gently run my fingers over her ass, before grabbing them.
'You might as well get more comfortable.' Carla turns her head and eyeing my hard on in my sweat pants.
I step back from Carla, pull down my sweat pants and my cock springs out fully erect. I step out of my pants and take off my robe, placing them on a chair, before moving into position behind Carla.
Again, I run my hand between Carla's thong covered crotch. I pull aside the thong and feel her hairless and smooth pussy mounds and lips, which starts to moistened. I run my hands and fingers around the outside of Carla's dress on her breasts, as she busily works away. She whisks some cake mix in a mixing bowl.
I then slip my hands into the side of her dress and feel her warm breasts. I play with her stiffened nipples, as she measures the flour and food ingredients.
When she stops doing anything that requires some finesse, I stick my fingers into her wet pussy rub it with increasing speed.
I stick my cock in between Carla's legs and move them back and forth against her thong panties. I feel the smooth fabric, her upper inner thighs and warm crotch. I pull aside her panties and slide my cock into her pussy. It feels amazing, as I slide in and out of her pussy making it wetter. My hands are holding onto her small hips as I plough her pussy. There's a mix of sex, cinnamon, flour and baking ingredients in the air.
'It's so nice of you to help me. Not easy when my girls always have something to do.'