Ashley opened his eyes to a familiar scene. Rushing waves, warm sand between his toes, the scent of salt spray, and cheap booze. The beach was his absolute favorite place in the world.
Too bad he had business to attend to, and anyway, he preferred real sun and surf. Not this simulation bull crap. He only helped Mark out initially because he was lonely in truth, and he needed a friend.
The man had stolen his heart. No, but really, he was seriously hot.
Silky, dark hair like chocolate that he didn't even need to style, deep, dark brown eyes, manicured nails, straight teeth (the only part of him that was), and perfectly smooth ivory skin.
He let Ashley top some nights even though Mark was a top himself. Not that he was obliged, but Ashley loved him for it more.
He was head over heels with him. At 31, he never thought he would find love again when his long-term girlfriend broke his heart, but Mark was everything that Clara had been and more.
Ashley had known Mark and Guy for several years and could see the splinters of their relationship. Mark moved in on him a few months later.
Now, at 32, Clara was more like a friendly acquaintance, and Ashley was more in love than he had ever been with the man he never thought of in that light before.
Ashley broke from his melancholic thoughts as a moan drifted along the breeze, leading to a tent set up on the shore. It was a massive tent, fully furnished, one made for beach parties and late-night drinking.
But instead of a table for drinks, an outstretched redhead lay on a massage table, glowing from head to toe, and not from a sunburn.
Clara was Patient 31 in the trials.
She agreed, quite enthusiastically, to try the MidnightSphereTM toy, and that proposition did not change after their own split. Speaking of splitting, it looked like she was getting a mouth, and pussy full of that proposition, as two oiled, muscled men spitroasted her to ectasy.
Ashley entered through the tent flaps, the cooler interior a relief as he was quickly heating up, dizzy with the blood rushing from his head at the sight in front of him.
Her moans quieted to short gags as the second man pummeled in and out of her throat, giving her a treatment that Ashley's cock could never compete with.
At three inches when fully erect, it had been a complaint of hers that he couldn't reach her depths. He had no problem with using toys to make her happy, letting her use his thigh as a grinding pad, and eating her out for an hour straight until she was in tears and pushing his head away.
But he couldn't hit her spots, she'd told him, like many other partners had before, she said. A size queen through and through, if the terrifyingly huge nine incher currently slipping out and ramming back into her pussy was any indication.
Funny, he hit Mark in a place that made him scream just as Clara was right at that moment. Ashley chuckled as he remembered making him come four times last night.
He thought perhaps people were made for each other.
In any case, this machine was not a place Ashley wanted to be for long, not for anything.
Mark initially approached him for not only the funds, as Ashley's mom was very loaded, but also to be involved in the trials, which Ashley declined.
Guy and Mark had been tinkering with this project for eleven years, longer than he had known them. Ashley wasn't bothered by the thought that this virtual world would never see the light of day, but if he believed anything now, it's that anything could happen.
Ashley didn't think he could wrap his own head around the machinations of the eight ball if he had a lifetime, and it disturbed him very much.
It was very strange to experience this fantasy she projected out, like a shared hallucination.
On the other hand, the other man pounding her pussy was pretty stacked. His cock pushed hard against his briefs as the digital man made Clara's ass clap.
He wondered how long she'd been here when he realized that he'd been watching this go on for a few minutes, watching an oblivious Clara, lost to her own pleasure.
The other finally slid out of her pussy at the same time she coughed and dribbled digital jism down her chin, a satisfied look like he'd never seen in her fucked-out eyes.
She giggled and sighed, as the man who was in her pussy flipped her around, kissing her asscheek and massaging the other one tenderly.
By now, Ashley was rock hard against his trousers, which, as he looked down, had somehow transformed into swim trunks.
Clara finally looked when Ashley gave a yelp of alarm, breaking out of their entranced state when they locked eyes from across the large tent.
More people entered the tent, a blonde and a brunette, though he pushed this to the periphery of his mind.
Clara's mouth gaped for the span of a few seconds.
"Ashley," she said in astonishment.
Ashley broke eye contact as he shuffled a bit sideways toward her. He probably looked like a crab, but he didn't want her to see what those two guys railing her did to him.
Clara lifted into a sitting position on the massage table, really looking at him like he was a creature from another reality, an interloper in her dreams, the screeching alarm that would first come in the form of a foghorn or a seagull, telling her it was time to wake up.
"Clara, it's time to get out," Ashley said.
"Get out?" she asked.
"Yes, you've been stuck in here for nine hours."
