Censor Chip

The diner where I met Raven wasn't the nicest restaurant in the city. In fact, it was kind of a dump but the truth was that, before my promotion, we couldn't have afforded any restaurant where you actually sat down to eat. Raven ordered a burger as if we didn't have access to a million burger stands and kiosks. I took advantage of their 24/7 breakfast menu and got a waffle, which I supposed wasn't much fancier than a burger. An ancient and dilapidated looking drone delivered our food and drinks to the table and we took them from it.

"Zkkt!" Was all it could manage to happily squawk before floating away.

"Happy anniversary, my love," I said, holding up my beer for her to meet with her own.

"Happy anniversary!" She responded. We clinked our glasses together and had a sip before diving into the food. "I've been thinking about the work conference thing you invited me to, Eli. It's one thing to see your little corpo-kink memories after the fact. I don't know if can get over myself long enough to experience it myself."

"You don't have to 'get over yourself'," I said. "I know you're not going to sell out; not like me. I love you for that. You're the little anarchist in the back of my head when the rat race tempts me too much."

She smiled at me in appreciation and then the smile turned into a devious smirk.

"You sure I didn't just hack my voice into your brain, stud?" She taunted, barely containing a laugh.

"I wouldn't put anything past you, goddess," I shot back. We both laughed and then ate our dinner silently for a few moments. As I admired her in the skimpy black minidress she wore, I decided I wouldn't even upset if she had somehow uploaded her voice into my mind..or whatever else she wanted to do with me. I was convinced I could get used to anything she did. The pixels that covered her plunging neckline had grown to automatically turn me on, after all.

"Why not take your friend? What was their name? Aster?" Raven proposed, oblivious to my submissive pondering.

"I could take Aster, I suppose. No one ever said I couldn't take a worker from the data floor," I mused. "You'd be okay with me spending two days with them?"

"They're your fuckbuddy, not your lover. Besides, I get to see all the fun later in your memories," she responded. The implication was that she might be jealous if Aster was my lover, nevermind the fact that Dion was certainly her lover and more. I found the double standard hot but I also knew we would talk through it if I ever found someone else I could really fall in love with.

Looking at her now and taking in her beauty, I couldn't imagine it. I could enjoy all the best sex in the world but I would still come back to her. She alone held my heart and I desperately wanted the universe for her. That's why it was second nature for me to share her heart with a worthy man who made her as happy as he did.

"So how is Dion? I haven't seen him in like two days," I asked.

"He's been working on something with the other 'players'. Apparently it has to do with your company but he hasn't told me anything else," she said. "He's been around though..."

She looked away from me, trying and failing to hide a cute smile before she said, "I got you an anniversary present."

"Really? You didn't have to get me anything," I said, trying to imagine what she could have gotten me.

"I know, I know. Just seeing my pixelated tits is the only gift you'll ever need, right?" she joked.

"Not wrong. But also, what did you get me?" I pressed her.

"Well your CirruVisionX came last week..." she said.

"It did?! Why didn't you tell me? Wait.." My excitement rose exponentially. "Did you already use it?"

She gave me a coy smile and said, "I wanted to do something special with it. Since our anniversary was right around the corner I knew just the thing. You'll have to wait until we get home to find out, though."

"Not a surprise present! I'm gonna die of suspense before we even get home!" I complained jokingly. In truth I thought I might die of anticipation. There were two possibilities, as I saw it. Either I would get a second hand experience of what fucking her would actually be like or she would deny me somehow with some edits to the sensory data. Either way, she would drive me wild like she always did and I couldn't wait. Trying to be a gentleman and not a horny douchebag however, I kept my excitement to myself and let us finish our dinner.

"I never thought I'd be able to be honest about who I am and still have a good man like you," she said as we held hands and walked back to the apartment. The roads glimmered with recent rain and the neon lights of the sleepless city.

"Now you have two!" I said and squeezed her hand. She giggled and then looked at me like she was trying to make sure I was real. She found whatever she was looking for in my eyes and then a smirk grew on her face.

"Dion's more of a bad ass than anything I'd call 'good'," she said. "You're right, though. I have both now. Thank you. Thank you for staying and for..just being you. I love you so much."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, the mere touch of her lips still leaving me feeling like I might start flying, even after everything.

"I love you too. I'll always stay, no matter where this crazy ride takes us. As long as you're happy, there's no place I'd rather be," I said and returned her gesture with my own kiss on the top of her head.

When we walked through the apartment door, I immediately felt like something was different from when I left that morning for work. Before I could dwell on it, Raven pulled me into a deep kiss. I breathed her in and was intoxicated by her, any and all cares washed away in an instant.

"I'm so excited for you to get your present!" she said with a giddy smile as she pulled me by the hand down the hall. "We mounted the recorder in the bedroom but it covers the whole apartment. Since you're chipped, I think you just have to look at it to activate it."

"I feel like I should be lying down..." I said as I tried not to look in too many directions in case I accidentally turned the device on and became stuck wherever I stood for however long her recording was.

"Good idea," she said and led me into the bed next to her. "Okay, it's that little thing on the dresser."

I looked where she was pointing, noticing a small black box. It was bizarre to me that such a small thing could be so expensive.

A prompt invaded my vision: NEURAL IMPLANT DETECTED. PLAYBACK LAST SENSORY INPUT RECORDING?

I nodded enthusiastically, though I knew it was my thoughts that answered the question.

SYNCING NEURAL INPUTS

A loading bar appeared, replacing the prompt. I looked over to Raven as the bar filled with color. She held a visor and smiled warmly at me.

"I can't get the full experience but I can tap in and see what you're seeing. So, in a way, we get to do this together," she said and put the visor on. A message in red popped up after the loading bar was complete.

WARNING! RECORDING TAMPERING DETECTED! CONTINUE?

I smirked as I recognized the evidence of Raven's hacking. I nodded affirmatively again and then my world flared white. When my vision returned, I found myself in the living room of the apartment, sitting on the couch. I tried to look around but my body didn't respond. There was daylight coming through the windows.

"Okay, we should be recording now," Raven said. Then she climbed into my lap, facing me. I was stunned, for a moment, to see that her body was completely uncensored for the first time in weeks. Then I was confused because she was wearing the exact same dress she had been wearing to our anniversary dinner. Hands that didn't belong to me held her steady and idly caressed one of her breasts over the dress. She felt incredibly soft under the fabric until my thumb --or in reality someone else's thumb, rubbed the hard center.

I couldn't control what was happening but the senses I was experiencing almost demanded that my brain recognize them as my own. Sensory perception was a hell of a thing.

"Hey Eli! If you're seeing, hearing, feeling, and whatever else with this recording, it means Dion and I actually figured out how to edit it before my anniversary dinner with you tonight," she said and then burst into a giggling fit. "Sorry, it's just so weird to talk to you like you're Eli."

"I know, it is. You better get on with it though, baby. I want you," Dion's smooth sensual voice rumbled through my throat. This was going to be trippy as fuck.

"Daddy!" She squealed as I felt her nipple between my thumb and index finger. "Anyway, your edits should start about now."

A filter began to spread across the room, somehow turning everything into a universe of beautiful hand painted art, including Raven.

"I don't know what kind of visual editing we're going to have but you should notice that first," she continued explaining.

"I have some ideas," Dion said through me.

"Good. I like your ideas," she said and then kissed me --kissed him, deeply. "I want to ramp up some of your touch sensations and dull others, Eli. You'll just have to guess which I've done as we go. This is going to be so fun."

"Fucking you is always fun," his voice rumbled in my chest.

"Mmmmm," she cooed in response. She began to lift her dress up off of her body and he helped it the rest of the way over her head. She put it on the side table. "Saving this for later."

I looked her up and down, taking in her mostly bare figure. Dion, being used to the sight, looked back up at her face but I continued to see what I could through the periphery of his vision. The filter turned her body into a majestic painting, accenting the curves of her beautiful bare breasts with uncanny detail for the art style it mimicked. She gave me another kiss and Dion cupped one of those bare breasts. The artistic image of an unfamiliar hand squeezing the soft and yielding flesh captivated me.

Pulling away with a dreamy look in her eyes, she got out of my lap and knelt on the floor in front of me. Dion reached out and took a blue braid gently in his hand before dropping it on her bare shoulder and caressing her cheek. She turned and kissed the strange hand that held her face. I was struck with how loving they were towards each other now. It wasn't a bad thing. She looked at him with the same warmth with which she looked at me but the spark in her eyes had a difference that I could spot even through the brush strokes of the filter.

Dion laid back on the couch as she unzipped the black jeans he was wearing. Biting her lip in anticipation, she pulled back the boxers underneath and fished out a massive cock --Dion's cybernetic cock. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at it in front of her. Then she licked him --licked me, from balls to tip. I shuttered as her wet tongue glided up my length, it felt like each inch she touched produced a fireworks show in my mind.

I guessed this was a portion of the recording that Raven had decided my sense of touch should be cranked up to infinity for. I wanted to tense my muscles, to moan, to do a million different things all at once in response to the feeling. Dion, who was in control of the body I was inhabiting, just sat calmly and watched the love of my life worship his manhood like it was her entire world.

With mechanical precision, the rod stiffened, not in response to her but because he willed it to. This only excited Raven even more as she wrapped her lips around the tip that was almost too big to fit inside her mouth. More pleasure filled explosions erupted in my mind as she swirled her tongue around my cockhead. Mechanisms whirred and the organ became a little thinner but retained all of it's length. She immediately took the opportunity to take me further into her mouth and down her throat.

All at once, she flooded my senses with waves of pleasure. They seemed to radiate from the cock she was nearly inhaling and pulse through my entire being. I worried for a moment that this recording and Raven's enhancement of the experience it held could actually break my brain, as I felt like I was going to burst into a million pieces.

Before I could shatter, she took me out of her mouth and pulled Dion's pants all the way down and tossed them to the side. When she returned her focus to between his legs, she went lower, gliding her tongue across my sack like it was candy. This time, Dion let out a moan, though it was really more like a growl. It echoed my own sentiments about having the sensation of my goddess's tongue massaging my balls.

She lapped at them for a few more moments before going even lower. Dion adjusted for her as she french kissed his asshole --for all my senses could comprehend, my asshole.

"Have you ever done this for Eli?" Dion asked.

"Once," she said between long soft licks between his asscheeks.

"Think you'll do it again?"

She just shook her head coyly and kept lapping with a smile on her face.

"Never?" He asked. She giggled.

"The only way he'll ever feel this again is through a recording. The real thing is only for you now."

Suddenly all other sensations except the sight of her penetrating gaze up at me and the feeling her tongue on my hole went completely dead as if that's all she wanted me to focus on. I reveled at the way she eagerly worshipped his ass and it was even hotter to know that she would never would treat me like this. She was worshipping him and it felt like pure bliss to me as I experienced it secondhand. I realized, of course, that I'd have to tell Aster that it was off limits too. I groaned in masochistic pleasure as I remembered that too-long tongue against my hole and as I now experienced Raven's soft touch and knew that I would never feel that again outside of a virtual space.

The recording went back to normal as she licked me from my asshole to my tip. I melted inside as she planted a sweet kiss on my cockhead and smiled.

"What do you think about that, daddy?"

Dion chuckled and said, "Only for me, huh? It does have a nice ring to it."

He pushed her back down, keeping his hand on the back of her skull like he was actually entitled to her tongue. As she eagerly lapped at his hole in response, it sank in that he really was entitled to this, as far as she was concerned. As I soaked in the feeling of her wet tongue and the desperate passion behind its strokes, I felt that he could've probably asked for anything at all and she would give it to him. In fact, I would've been surprised if he even had to ask.

Like he was as much inside my brain as I was inside his body, Dion pulled her up by her braids, which were bundled together in his fist. Then he slapped his massive rod gently across her face, the tip tapping her forehead. She smiled as he degraded her.

"You like that, slut?" He goaded.

"Oh yeahhh," she slurred like she was drunk with his dick.

"Say 'thank you daddy'."

"Thank you daddyyy," she sang through the cock slapping her mouth. He rewarded her by pushing her face into his sack.

She greedily tongued him and brought his balls into her mouth like she was starving and they were a gourmet meal. He let go of her braids but she elected to stay there licking and sucking on his round jewels for a while longer before working her way back up to his cock. Her mouth was magic as I felt her make her way up my shaft, kissing and tonguing every inch. If I had been in control of the body I was in, I would have already cum a thousand times but I definitely would not have made it through her journey to my tip.

Apparently satisfied with his blowjob, Dion stood up and picked her up by the waist with him, earning him a cute squeal. The sudden change was disorienting behind Dion's eyes but Raven's soft lips against mine and even softer naked breasts against my clothed chest quickly comforted me as she wrapped her legs around me and kissed me passionately. I could taste the salt of his skin on her as I explored her mouth. There was something about that remnant of him; of what had just been in her mouth and had been the object of her oral worship, that weirdly turned me on.

Dion laid her down gently, flat on her on her back across the couch. I took in her body like I could consume her with just my eyes. She was a masterpiece through the filter. Dion must have had a similar reaction to her unedited form as his gaze lingered for a few moments. Then, as if he was physically propelled by the sight, he pounced on her and kissed her possessively. My hard dick rubbed against her much smaller but equally rock hard girldick and I could feel the silky slickness of her precum on it.

She started unbuttoning my shirt as we kissed and eventually we were both naked. Dion sat up and looked down, admiring the little cocklet between Raven's legs just below his own. Aside from the silicone covered joints of his implant, it was like looking at a miniature (and more feminine) version of the same dick or the result of someone taking Raven's and enlarging it by 300%. As if he wanted to highlight the size difference even more, he lightly tapped his cock against her own package. She squirmed and bit her lip, bucking her hips slightly at the contact.

He gave a low chuckle at her response and then kissed down her neck to her collarbone, then he kissed around her areolas before taking turns sucking a nipple into his mouth on each breast. I adored the tasted of her skin and the firmness of the tips of her peaks in my mouth and against my tongue. She moaned softly and ran a hand through my hair.

Dion moved down to her ribcage and then to her cute belly. Finally, he got on his knees next to the couch and gingerly took her petite member into his mouth. I soaked up the familiar sweet taste of her cock as it hit my tastebuds. Again, she ran her hands through my hair as I sucked her. Her hips twitched and gyrated in response to the pleasure but she didn't fuck my skull --his skull, like she usually did for me. I supposed that was only reserved for her stud, not her daddy. She liked to use me and liked being used by him.

Having his fill of pleasuring her girlcock, Dion picked her up again. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him and began kissing his neck as his cock rubbed against her ass. He headed with her to the hall that led to our bedroom --for all intents and purposes, his bedroom for the time being.

"Fuck me daddy," she breathed into his ear seductively.

"Oh, you want to be fucked, do you? How hard do you want it?" He teased.

"As hard as you can. Give it all to me, daddy," she half-moaned. He then turned and pinned her against the hallway wall.

"Such a demanding slut," he said with a low heat in his voice, their lips an inch from touching. "Do you always get the things you demand?"

She giggled and said, "Pretty much!"

"Good," he said and then aimed his cock to enter her asshole. Gravity did it's work as he let her body slide slowly onto him. She gasped as his rod impaled her, apparently being so practiced at this that no lubricant was needed. I felt her tight walls gripping my member and then loosening as it pushed inside her, titillating every sensitive nerve ending I had.

Dion pulled back out most of the way and then plunged back in, faster and with more ease this time. Steadily, he ramped up the pace and intensity until he was finally fucking her into the wall so hard that a small decoration fell off it's mounting. Neither Dion nor Raven paid it any mind as she continued enjoying his body and Dion and I continued enjoying hers. She felt like heaven as he pumped her relentlessly and she did what she could to leverage her arms and legs around his torso to bring him into her quicker and harder.

"Oh fuck! Thank you daddy!" She moaned. I felt her own little cock leak more precum against my stomach as it flopped with the motion of each thrust. "Thank you for fucking me! Oh my god!"