This S.O.B. System

It was only Wednesday, but Asher had already had a busy week. The day before he had been able to sell his Camry and buy a nice used Toyota Tacoma truck. On top of that Zora had contacted him from a landline. She and the other girls had arrived safe and sound. They had already begun working on the farm and were sharing rooms to conserve space. 

Instead of sending her the $2,500 he ended up buying her 4 older model iPhones and mailing them to her. They should receive all of them the next day. The phones were a part of the American life that he felt they should experience. Now he was left with $5,000. A nice little rainy day fund. Asher had no idea what to do with it. He thought about sending Zora more money, but just in case she didn’t like her family he really wanted a stack of cash if any of the girls wanted to go home. 

 

Now that his 2 friends with benefits were away, Asher had no way to gain experience easily. Masturbation was always an option, but with revelations about his mother it held his hand from the pleasure. The idea of girls he was watching were going through what Zora had gone through crossed his mind as well, thus he abstained. At least his spank bank had never been better. His roleplays had let him relive the sexcapades in exquisite detail. So far his favorite was the Grug caveman. The feeling of power he had in the woods was a high he wanted to feel again. 

 

However his 3 day dry spell was about to come to an end. After many less than flattering pictures taken, and many more profile offers scanned, Asher had chosen his first job. Doug had been more than happy to give him access to a site where they could discreetly discuss job offers. The pimp could send him potential clients and requests, Asher could pick and choose. 

 

Eventually he agreed to one woman’s request and planned to meet her that night. Just 2 hours of work. He was supposed to net $800 after Doug’s cut. What Asher was really excited for was the Roleplay though. Wanting to try a few things out, he hoped to get to know his abilities better. 

 

“Were you serious about wanting to join drama?” Wendy asked meekly. Brought out of his own thoughts Asher nodded. 

 

“Of course,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to try, and I’d get to spend time with you.” With a wink that made her blush Asher noticed how quiet those around them got. No longer nervous by obvious pick-up lines like that, he ignored the looks. Recalling the fact that he had used the drama club as an excuse all last week he asked. “What’s the play this year by the way?”

 

“We are planning on doing the musical Amadeus,” she said. 

 

“The Mozart one?” He asked “With the crazy guy as Mozart?” He had seen the movie years ago, Asher didn’t know it had been made into a musical. 

 

“That’s the one. I’m part of the tech crew, so you can do that with me if you don’t want to act,” she said shyly. 

 

“Oh no. I need to be Mozart,” he said almost to himself. If there is piano playing in the scenes like the movie, would he learn the skill? He was confident that the Roleplay skill would let him act the part easily, but how could he earn the skills permanently without sex? If it's a musical, surely someone had to record it. Would that be enough or did there have to be sex? But with who… he thought as he side eyed Wendy. “Want to go on a date?

 

“Tonight?” She asked shocked by the question. Her face became red again. An act that he was starting to think was very cute. 

 

“Ugh, I can’t do tonight. Actually I’m busy all week. When are tryouts?” He asked. 

 

“Next Monday,” she said. 

“Alright. Let's go out after tryouts then. You and me. We can go get some food, then I’ll take you home,” he said. If he could seduce her. Do the part of the musical and somehow have sex with her in intermission, it just might work. Women loved men that could play an instrument. Perhaps addicted to the new skills he could earn, he did feel a little bad potentially using Wendy in this way. I really need to figure out her last name, it’s like Ben something, he thought. 

 

“Ok,” she eventually said. As class began, Asher noticed the wide smile on her face the rest of the day. 

 

When he was about to leave his last class for the day Asher was thinking about his rendezvous that night when he was stopped. “Mr. Whitmore?”

 

“Yes?” He asked the very pretty woman in front of him. She was in her early 20s. Almost as tall as him, with dark blonde hair that went down to her breasts. Her bust wasn’t half bad either, probably C-Cup. She had that sexy teacher vibe in a button down shirt and black skirt. 

 

“Wendy Smith said you were interested in Theatre this semester,” she said. 

 

Smith, woah I was way off. “I am. Especially if you’re in the club.” 

 

“I’m a TA helping with the production,” she said with a deadpan stare. 

 

His school was big. Asher didn’t know everyone, but a TA like her was the talk of the men’s locker room. “I know,” he said, not embarrassed. “Still the truth,” he added innocently. 

“Anyway, would you mind helping me move some items around tomorrow? They didn’t clean up from the last Fall production, and there is a lot in the way.”

 

“How about now?” He offered. 

 

“I have other boys coming tomorrow,” she said. 

 

“Eh, I can do it all. Shouldn’t be a problem. Is it in the auditorium?” He asked as he headed that way. Having been at this school for 4 years he knew it as well as the faculty did.

 

The loud clack of the TAs heels followed him as they walked through the emptying halls. “I never got your name,” he said when she caught up. 

 

“I thought you knew I was a TA,” she said, trying to walk ahead to lead. 

 

“Oh I know of you. Not your name though. When most people mention the hot blonde TA they say that. Some shorten it to HBTA. Would you prefer that?” He asked. There really had to be something wrong with him, he had never flirted so smoothly before. 

 

“I would appreciate you stopping with the crass behavior,” she said. A few other students catching her words, she blushed. 

 

“I can try, but no promises,” he said unafraid. 

“Charlotte Anderson,” she clarified, opening a large door to the auditorium. 

 

“Well nice to meet you,” he said, stepping through. The auditorium was dark, but the stage was lit up. On the stage was a large house prop. A bunch of little shrubs and trees around it. “What was the last play? The Grapes of Wrath?”

 

“Yes it was, don’t you know? One of the students put on their own rendition of it. I thought you were interested in drama,” she said. 

 

“It’s kind of a recent interest,” he admitted. “Where will this all go?”

She took him to the back of the stage where there was a large empty storage room. One half was already filled with random props. He could tell they would have to play Tetris to fit it all in there. Pulling his shirt over his head he handed it to her. “I’ll get to work then.” He looked to the quiet teacher and noticed her speechless gaze at his bulging arms. His muscles were now thick. His muscle shirt stretched with strain. 

“Right,” she eventually said. 

 

Asher was used to working with tools. The house would come apart in 4 parts but he would need a drill. He sent Charlotte off to find one while he moved the small wood shrubbery to the storage area. He picked up the tall 11 foot tall tree with ease as she came back. The only thing left by then was the house backdrop and porch. After finding a ladder he began unscrewing certain 2x4s that held it together. 

 

“So how does one become a TA?” He asked. She stood at the bottom of the ladder taking screws and being his gopher. 

 

“I’m in school for teaching. This is more of an internship before I start working. Hopefully here,” she said. Her cold attitude had calmed down as he focused on the work. 

 

“What will you teach?” He asked. 

 

“I’m hoping to take the old Biology teacher’s place,” she admitted. 

 

Holding back a quip about teaching her something about Biology he instead said, “Watch out.” Lifting up half the roof section he eased it to the ground. 

 

“Oh no, your shirt. Did you get scratched?” She asked, pointing to his now ripped muscle shirt. 

 

“Dammit. This was new. No I didn’t,” he said as he inspected the tear in the bottom of the shirt. A screw he missed had scraped across it. With a frown he took off his shirt. Ready to be done, he moved the ladder to reach the other section of roof. After more screws he lowered that down as well. Then the main part of the building was taken apart. It wasn’t long until he was picking up a section in each arm. They easily weighed 200 lbs each, so this was turning into a good workout. 

 

As he turned to take them to storage he noticed Charlotte just staring at his muscles silently. “Like what you see?” He said with a wink. Then he began taking them back to the room. As he set the last one inside a thought struck him. 

 

Is this a porno? He asked. The scenario sounded like one. A new young teacher asking a student for help. His shirt ripped and he was forced to take it off. Was he forced to take it off? It was a scratch, he could have left the thing on. There he was, shirtless and alone in the dark auditorium, where no one can hear him talk dirty. 

 

Am I stuck in some elaborate Roleplay as myself? He asked. The other roleplays had felt so real at the time. Maybe he didn’t save Zora yet. And now he was stuck making a porno where he was now playing himself so he could fuck his teacher. The thought was very scary. 

 

Charlotte walked in as he pondered the fact that maybe his Roleplay was the Matric or Inception or something. More and more worried, he asked the only thing he could think of to prove if he was in a porno. “Do you wanna make out?” He asked Charlotte. He almost said fuck, but didn’t want to risk that. Making out should be proof enough. 

 

The tall teacher looked at him for a few seconds. Then with an angry huff she turned around and walked out of the room. It wasn’t until her heeled footfalls were too far to hear that he thought, Dammit I could have simply checked my notifications. His notifications usually warned him before he Roleplayed. The fact that he had none proved that he was in fact himself. With little thought on the TA he headed out to his new truck. He had a date to get ready for. 

 

—

 

“Police, open the door,” he yelled as his fist battered the wood frame. Officer Hardly’s night had dragged on too long. 3 drunk and disorderly calls, 2 stabbings, and 1 shooting had drained whatever patience he had left. 

 

Tall with dark hair, he looked young. But he had seen most everything the local PD had to offer. He was only 1 day till retirement, and that old trope scared any officer worth their badge. 

 

“Open up! Now!” He ordered again. “Or I’ll break it down.”  

 

Caught off guard by his own attitude from a simple noise complaint he pushed that thought away. Something deep down told him he was supposed to be aggressive here. 

 

The door unlocked before he could put some real force against it. A black woman peaked out from a crack in the door. “Ma’am open the door,” he ordered. 

 

“But I haven’t done anything,” she pleaded. Fear in her eyes. Officer Hardly thought he noticed her smile for a split second, but then it turned to a grimace. 

 

“Ma’am I’m going to have to come inside,” he said. 

 

“Why?” 

 

“We’ve had a few complaints about noise coming from this house. A woman screaming.” 

 

“Oh no. But I’ve been here all evening,” she said. 

 

“Ma’am,” he barked. “I’m done asking.” His hand pushed into the door. Some strength behind it, the chain holding it closed strained and the wood where it was secured began to creak.

 

“Alright, alright!” She said, “One second.”

 

She shut the door but didn’t immediately unlock it. When he was about to kick the door the chain rattled and it was flung open. 

 

Hardly came in pushing her out of the way. “Hey,” she said as she was knocked back. Quentin ignored her. 

 

His eyes always moving, he scanned the rooms. No danger present he passed through like he had been there before. 

 

It was a large 3 story home. Hardwood floors, paintings on every wall. He would have called it a mansion if he knew what distinguished a mansion from other homes. Too many rooms to scout so he stopped his advance. 

 

The owner of the home soon caught up to him. “Officer, you need to get out of my house.” 

 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry for my attitude,” he said. Changing tactics. “Let’s start over. I’m officer Hardly. Quinten Hardly. What is your name?” 

 

“Umm, Terra Sheperd,” she said hesitantly. 

 

With the name a screen popped up. 

Relationship Screen (LVL 6)
Name	Attachment	Location	Kinks	Prefered Phallic Size	Erogenous Zone
Daphne Krollic	Level 2	Las Vegas, NV.	Younger Guys	9"	Nipples
Zora Mlakar	Level 5	Atlantic, IA	Impregnation	7"	Ears
Terra Sheperd	Level 0	Thousand Oaks, CA	Power	6.5"	Ass

He confirmed the kink by her name and dismissed it. Forgetting the screen entirely the role play continued. 

 

“Now Quinten-“ 

 

“Officer Hardly to you,” he growled. 

 

Her whole body shivered. Her dark chocolate skin glistened in the weak light of the room. He did note how pretty she was. In her early 30s she wore a blue silk bathrobe. Her curly hair was cut short. A small bust of a chest, the robe straddled her voluptuous ass. 

 

He knew what she wanted from him. A ‘Blue Chaser’ they were called locally. People who went after cops and those with authority. 

 

He walked toward her. Closing the distance between them, she involuntarily stepped back until she was against the wall. Not much taller than her, Terra still shrunk down from the close proximity. “Show me what you are hiding,” he ordered. 

 

Her body shivering again she bit her lip and nodded. An almost frantic look in her eyes she turned around. Officer Hardly followed, a smile on his face. He could almost feel the excitement from her. 

 

Soon she was gliding up the stairs. Her wide ass rocking back and forth with each step. He was mesmerized by it. Before he knew it they were in a large bedroom. 

 

A four-post bed stood empty on the opposite side of the room. Large cabinets lined the walls. Every piece of furniture was most likely worth more than anything Quinten owned. 

 

“Stop,” he ordered. Terra turned to him. Standing atop an ornate carpet at the front of the bed he looked her over. “Drop it,” he ordered. 

 

She understood his unspoken words. Her body shook with the command. Her hands struggled to undo the knot of her robe. When the knot came loose he ordered, “stop.”  

 

The blue robe opened to show the gap between her breasts and slit of her pussy. Stomping to her he used a finger to leer under the robe. Her chocolate nipples were hard. He whispered, “you know what you did. Say it.”

 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her breath hoarse. The lips of her lower folds glistened with moisture. Then she was on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. They kissed deeply as her legs wrapped around his waist. 

 

Her sex ground against him frantically and with a yelp she spasmed in an slight orgasm. Breath coming in harder, Terra’s movements halted so Quinten took charge again. His hands held up her rear as he walked to the bed. Kneading each cheek he enjoyed the hard toned mounds. At the foot of the bed he dropped her on the bed. 

 

“Oh god,” she moaned. Her hands parting the robe, she ripped it off as Quinten began to kiss her neck. Slowly moving his way down he licked her nipples with care. A mocha lotion taste to her skin. It took effort to not lick every inch of her. When he was able to draw himself down to her groin he was surprised by the dark skin turning pink in the folds of her pussy. 

 

His tongue slowly moved up and down her outer lips. Prodded forward by her increased gasps and spasms he explored further inside. Her crotch pushed into his face as his tongue slid in. When his mouth became drenched he used a finger to take the excess moisture. Too much for one finger he used another. Once they were lathered up he slid them between her cheeks until they were at the entrance of her puckered ass. First his middle finger went in. The muscles clenched around the appendage halting his entrance. 

 

Redoubling his efforts with his tongue it wasn’t till he moved to her clit that he was able to move his finger again. Soon he was able to get the other in. Terra let out a scream of exaltation as she came on his face. 

 

The taste reminiscent of her mocha lotion he lapped it up. Extricating his fingers from her ass he made his dick a little bigger than what she preferred and dove in. 

 

Her vaginal walls clung to him with every thrust. She recovered mid-thrust and began to push into him. His hands took hold of hers and he pulled her toward him. Thrusts pushed her away, he pulled her back, then pushed her away again. 

 

She was unable to fight her body moving back and forth along his member. Then when she came once more she pleaded to him, “let me suck it.”  

 

“For now,” he said, caught up in the act. 

 

Terra soon rolled off the bed. On her knees she licked all over his dick. His inner thighs first. Then his abs, she paid special attention as he flexed them. A smile on her face she then moved to his balls. Coquettish smile on her face as she put one in her mouth, sucked it clean, and then went to the other. All the while her fingers stroked up and down his shaft. 

 

When she was done with his balls he bent down. Kissing her forcefully he said, “that’s all you get.” He took both of her elbows and forcefully maneuvered her to bend over the foot of the bed. 

 

Spreading her legs he slammed into her cunt from the back. She then began to curse as he slid in and out. Calling herself a slut, a bitch in heat, and every name under the sun. Quinten tried to join in, but he felt too uncomfortable for some odd reason. 

 

To quiet her down he fucked her harder. Pushing her to lay on her stomach on the bed he pounded into her with renewed vigor. Her large ass jiggling with every thrust she soon began to shake and groan again. “Cum in me,” she demanded. With a few more thrusts he did just that. His dick grew larger involuntarily. Her pussy joined him in the spasm of an orgasm. 

 

They breathed heavily together. His mouth next to her ear she closed her eyes smiling from ear to ear. “God I needed that,” she said. 

 

“You deserved it,” he said. The Roleplay slowly releasing. 

 

Until she spoke again anyway. “Do you want my ass?” She asked. 

 

His dick growing harder inside of her, she pulled out a small bottle of lube from under a pillow. Quinten leaned back and began to slather her tight hole with the liquid. His still erect member plopped out of her. 

 

Already drenched, he lined up the head with her hole and slid in. First the head. Then the full length, he was able to get half way before her fingers clenched the bed sheets. Slowly working his way back in and out he was eventually able to get most of himself in. 

 

Mentally willing his penis a little shorter he pulled back. “Ready?” He asked. She bit her lip and nodded. With a slam he was sheathed fully. She groaned with the fact that she had him all inside.

 

His hands taking hers, they locked fingers as he thrust. Still in his refractory period he was extra sensitive. But her nice toned ass was a joy to push into. It wasn’t long until she was grunting in pleasure. 

 

She eventually yelled, “I’m cumming!”  

 

He let her start hers before saying, “me too.” 

 

“On my face,” she demanded mid-orgasm. He pulled out. Jumped to her face. His hand clenching the hair at the back of her head he came all over it. His white semen streaked down her face as she sucked the head of his penis. “I really needed this,” she said as if his semen was nectar.