Hot Stories for Cold Nights by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

moaned.
    â€œMe, too,” she whispered.
    â€œThen let’s come together.” He rubbed, his thick, heavy breathing audible through the speakers. “Just another moment.”
    Panting, heart pounding, the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she rubbed, found her clit, and touched it lightly.
    He almost purred. “Another moment, another moment, yes, now. NOW!”
    As she stared, thick gobs of semen jetted from his cock. She came, too, her entire body trembling.
    She watched him collapse onto the bed behind him. Replete she clicked off the computer and fell asleep.

Madam’s Brothel: Option 8

    A S TIME PASSED, EMILY REALIZED THAT SHE WAS BECOMING more adventurous about sex, even if it was only in a virtual environment. Never before had she experienced so many new sensations. More and more she was able to participate in what she was feeling and seeing, sharing great sex with Randy. They’d played with blindfolds—she’d applied one and then listened as Randy told her what to do. She’d gotten a transparent shower curtain, and with the computer on the toilet seat, she’d performed for him, massaging her body with a soapy sponge, then a rough loofah. She’d mounted a mirror on the wall of her bedroom and watched both herself and Randy during lovemaking. Day by day the psychic connection between them got stronger. She felt everything more and more directly, more and more deeply. Why, she lamented, wasn’t he real?
    One evening she even spoke to the screen, and Randy. “I want you to be real,” she said. “I want you here with me when I get home from work.”
    â€œBe patient,” he said. “I know you’ll find some way to work with it. What about trying to find the Ruby Ring of Ultimate Sexual Pleasure? It might help you.”
    â€œWhy would I want that? I’ve got just about everything I want right here.” Then she realized that she was discussing things with a computer animation. That was depressing in a way, but when she got really down about it, she grabbed herself by the scruff of her neck and told herself to enjoy what there was and not to be sad about what there wasn’t.
    â€œRight,” Randy said. “Just revel in all your new pleasures. How about doing something new this evening?” The menu flashed onto the screen. “I’ve got a few toys you might enjoy,” he said, grinning.
    7. Mutual masturbation
    8. Toys
    9. Threesomes—with two men
    10. Threesomes—with another couple
    11. Light pain—spanking
    12. Water sports
    13. The ultimate orgy
    Option 8. She had complete faith in Randy’s ability to make her senses react to whatever he did, so she clicked on Option 8. “While we’re at it, why don’t you invite one of the others to join us here in the Love Nest? You’d be amazed at what clever things we could do.”
    Threesome? Option 9? She couldn’t imagine sharing Randy with anyone else—but having another man with them? That might be fun. She hesitated. “Two options at the same time?”
    â€œSure, why not? We really need to further your education and have some fun,” the speakers intoned. “Go back outside and pick a man to join us.”
    Did she truly want to do this? What the hell! It was all in fun and it existed only in her imagination anyway. No one else would know. No one else would judge her. And judge her for what?
    She used her mouse to walk her screen-self back into the main room and clicked over each of the men there. Each one gave a little speech about how much he could add to her delight. Finally she selected a character known only as Toy Boy. He was shorter than Randy but stockier, with a weightlifter’s body and a wide smile. He wore jeans and a vest covered with bulging pockets. She had a pretty good idea what those pockets contained and her pussy twitched in anticipation.
    He preceded her into the Love Nest. “Fabulous,”