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Kink warnings: sex slavery, bodily fluids
These writings are purely fantasy, I do not wish to live in this kind of world, or for it to exist anywhere outside of our absurd imaginings.
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[Gamer Girlfriend]
“Two on the roof. No, I came up the stairwell. Third floor, by the patio. We can- no we can climb it.” Jake was reclining in his expensive gamer chair, wearing only his console headset while the pale skin of his ass warmed the black leather cushion. He’d been playing death matches with his buddies for a couple of hours, and Meryl’s jaw was getting sore.
She knelt between his scrawny legs on a dirty throw pillow that he’d finally conceded to when he’d tired of her “squirming so much” during past sessions. Her glossy blonde hair was pulled up in a ratty pony, and drool coursed down over her chubby white tits and tummy. In his ideal world, he’d be able to just strap her head against his crotch and forget about her while he gamed — but alas, she needed oxygen every couple of minutes or he’d have to get a new Girlfriend.
The title, Girlfriend, was just what they called live-in Service Pets. There wasn’t any kind of romance or relationship — in fact, he much preferred that she not talk at all, and she mostly slept curled up in her closet when he was busy with other things. He’d leased her from the local SexCorp vendor almost 6 months earlier, and she’d heard of worse owners. Some girls were returned with all sorts of damage, physical and emotional, and then were only fit for public posts in slummy neighborhoods — if they were returned at all.
“Fuck, a third one spawned. They’re gonna… Yeah they’re going to the other door, can you- fuck! Dammit, hang on,” he wrenched one of his headphones up and glared at the girl. Her elf-like face had been turning bright red from lack of air, and she’d failed to contain a harsh cough that sprayed snot from her nose into his thick nest of dark brown pubes. She didn’t remove her throat from his 7-inch shaft, just looked up at him apologetically with bloodshot, light green eyes.
“If you fucking ruin my chair with your gross mess I’ll take you back to the vendor, hear me?” His weekend beard was almost as scraggly as his pubes, and his square glasses always looked too big for his narrow face.
“Ghmffrryy,” she choked an apology around his dick, veins cropping up on her forehead while drool seeped over her lips and down his relaxed nutsack. She didn’t know how she was supposed to keep from making a mess on his crotch, but it didn’t say anywhere in the lease contract that he had to be reasonable with her. Only that he’d be billed for permanent damages or “Expiration” — as they so casually phrased it.
“Take a fucking breath, already got me killed anyway,” he pushed her forehead away and she sat upright with a sharp, whining gasp. His downard-curved cock jumped against the cool air of the apartment den, still connected to her lips and tongue by thick ropes of spit and slime. He dropped the headphone back over his ear. “Nah I’m fine, fucking dumb slut got snot everywhere. I know. Well I can’t afford the fucking top shelf ones so- chill I’m respawning now. Where are you?”
When her panting subsided and her face regained some of its normal color, he snapped his fingers toward his cock. The chubby meat toy leaned forward again, gradually sliding the throbbing thing down her gullet, and grabbing the edges of her cushion below. She squeezed her eyes shut as scratchy pubic hair mushed into her face, and all she could smell was slobber and crotch musk before her airway was cut off again.
Despite the A/C in the apartment, it was still so hot being buried between Jake’s thighs, and she could feel beads of sweat mingling with her eye-watering tears. That could also just have been from the strain — even without having to move much, trying not to choke to death on the deep-lodged fuck stick took a fair amount of effort. Her lips quivered and flexed against his scrotum, while her lungs begged for mercy. But he could game for hours on weekends, when his friends were available and his boss wasn’t breathing down his neck about data reports.
Jake lifted a leg and repositioned it over her shoulder, resting it on her back. Then he did the same with the other. He was comfortably reclined in the rolling seat with his Pet’s head pinned between his thighs, and he was feeling good. They won their next match, and his friends called for a quick piss break.
“Ok, yeah me too. Back in 5? Yeah. Ok.” Meryl had managed to suck in a few more breaths when he’d uncrossed his legs to lean forward during the match, but was starting to see spots again. A piss break would give her a few minutes to oxygenate her poor brain. Or it would have, normally.
Jake swiped the headset down around his neck and entered a deep stretch with his arms overhead, stringy muscles quaking with relief. Then he set his controller down on the foldable end table where he kept his snacks and drinks, and leaned back with his eyes closed. She thought maybe he just didn’t need to go, but then a hot stream tore loose down her throat.
“rrRHKK-KHHFKHFF!” Her body spasmed as the heavy spray clogged her esophagus and splattered out from her nose and lips. The acrid smell and taste was unbelievable as it flooded her sinuses, and she tried to pull herself up slightly. She got halfway off his shaft before Jake grabbed the back of her head and shoved her back down.
“Stay right fucking there, I’m not done yet,” he commanded calmly with his eyes still closed. He didn’t seem to care that regurgitated piss was spilling all over his precious chair and the floor below. His lips just quirked into a little grin as he listened to his blubbery toy suffocating on the contents of his full bladder. She wriggled in his grip and gagged horribly as her nose burned and eyebrows furrowed, but she knew much better than to shove or scratch or hit him in any way. He could probably drown her in the toilet and her fight-or-flight response would still be subject to her brutally strict training as a Pet.
When the torrent from his still-hard cock slowed to a trickle, he finally released her head and she jolted upright so hard that she toppled over backwards. She reared up and hacked frothy, amber piss onto herself and the hardwood floor — fat, shiny tits shaking beautifully with every harsh fit of coughing. She’d definitely inhaled some of the soda-and-beer waste, and kept trying to coarsely clear her airway. Jake stood from his seat and shook the last few drops from his slit onto her naked, sweaty body.
“Go grab the rag bucket and clean this up, gonna make a sandwich before the guys get back,” he said, stepping over her through the warm puddle. When she could somewhat breathe again, she climbed shakily to her feet and went to fetch the cleaning supplies from the bathroom.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/urstcs/service_pets_1_gamer_girlfriend