The delivery girl, whose name turned out to be Tina, gathered her clothes and quite sweetly said "Thank you!" for the sex. She stumbled out of the bathroom still basking in the afterglow, and David watched her wander out his apartment door still stark naked and soaking wet while carrying her equally wet clothes. She walked down the hallway and knocked on a neighbour's door. A tall, thin black woman answered wearing only a gauzy green neglige.
"What can I do for you, honey?" the tall woman asked.
"I'm all wet and I lost my package."
"Oh, come on in. I'll get you sorted out!" The taller woman put her arm around the blond and lead her inside. Before she closed the door, she looked over her shoulder at David, who was still watching, and she winked at him and kissed the air. That, he though, was an invitation. At least
here
it was an invitation. But he needed time to think.
He closed his door, finished his shower, and put on the one suit in his almost bare closet. It was tacky, the kind of thing that someone with absolutely no taste or judgement would buy because it looked expensive. Pornworld, he thought. It all fits. He would have to figure out the rules. The real world had rules, so this one must have them, too. They just weren't the same rules. Water seems to make clothing instantly invisible, if his little adventure in the shower were any indication, but maybe it was just women's clothing? So far, he seemed to be in a
straight
pornworld, but that could change. Maybe he'd turn a corner and find himself surrounded by butch lesbians with buzzcuts? It would be an exceptionally small price to pay, of course, but still. He would have to figure out the rules.
What about pregnancy and STIs? Would they even have those here? They don't have them in porn, of course. Most porn doesn't even involve condoms, but if the whole world is constantly fucking like this, then there just can't be serious STIs or else everyone would be dead, and if they could get pregnant, women would be constantly pregnant. The fact that he'd fuck Tina in the ass notwithstanding, there wouldn't be any non-pregnant women in a world like. It stood to reason that there were not STIs and that pregnancy happened some other way. He'd have to keep his eyes open, play it a little safer until he learned more. For now, no more fucking. This whole thing could be the greatest give the universe ever gave him. No reason to screw it up right out of the gate. That said, that gorgeous, tall, Black woman had invited him over. There was no reason he couldn't just wander by and take in the show. If this were pornworld, he thought to himself, then surely those two women were going at it like minx right now.
He wandered down the hall in his suit but no socks. The hallway carpet was soft and squished between his toes. This was not his world. As he walked past the apartments, he could hear all sorts of sex sounds: what sounded like a straight couple fucking so hard that their headboard was banging against the wall, the clear sound of two men doing something that they were both enjoying very much (that answers that question!), and one apartment with a chorus of at least five voices. And then there was his beautiful neighbour's open door and the blond delivery girl, Tina, who was surely doing something to her hostess's moist crevasses by now.
He walked into the apartment and found that it looked vaguely like a ski lodge from a movie in the seventies. There was a ludicrously large fireplace with a bear-skin rug and a padded bench in front of the fire. This whole world consisted of porn-movie sets. Everywhere he goes will look just a little cheap and tacky. Might as well get used to it. Oh, and the tall, Black woman was riding the blond's face as she, Tina, lay on her back on the padded bench and four-fingered herself up to the third knuckle. To be fare, David identified that feature of the apartment first before making mental notes about the décor.
"Hey there, hot stuff! I'm Sandra," she said, pronouncing it with a long "a" sound. "Glad you could join us. Tina's got her tongue up in me right now, but what do you say she switches to my click so you can fuck me from behind?" David's neighbour grinned at him, a beautiful, shiny smile.
"No thanks. I think I'll just sit and watch," David said, instantly regretting his "take it slow" decision from ninety seconds ago.
"Suit yourself," she said, and closed her eyes while Tina's tongue snaked up inside her. Actually, she didn't get past the "e" in "self." It turned into a long, tenor moan instead as Tina reached one hand up to cup her hostess's ass and then started running the flat of her thumb up and down her ass. David's cock popped up so fast he heard a cartoon "boing!" sound in his head. In pornworld, he seemed to have two settings: on and off. His cock just sprang into life and stayed that way as long as he liked. Women must have an equivalent, he thought. They get wet instantly, and if his trip in the shower with Tina were any indication, their ass's had their own natural lube.
Which was helpful right that moment since Tina was slipping her thumb up the taller woman's bum and frigging it with all her strength. Sandra's little chocolate-coloured nipples were spinning pirouettes as she rode Tina's face, rubbing her clit against the smaller woman's tongue and lips. Sandra came with a shudder and a squeal, all the time running her fingers through Tina's short, blond hair.
"Oh god, that was great..." She panted for a few seconds. "You liking what you see, hot stuff? What's your name, anyway?"
"David. You mind if I...?" he said, pointing at his cock straining in his pants.
"Go ahead, man. It's a waste of hard-on that could be in me, but knock yourself out!"
