Pleasure Cruise - Part XIII

1,000+ words catch up with Tiara as she encounters her gamer roommate. 

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THIS ISN’T FUNNY. appeared over Ula69’s head, her expression switching to one of irritation. Ula69 crossed her arms and in doing so bumped her balloonish breasts. Instead of shifting like heavy flesh would they hopped upwards in an exaggerated arc, and then bounced back down atop her arms several times before settling in place. They’re bounce was like that of a ping pong ball finally settling into place.

As her breasts wobbled and brushed against each other Ula69’s expression melted from irritation to arousal. Her lip became bit and her eyes narrowed.

“Oh, does someone also feel the part of a pre-rendered 90s digital wet dream?” Tiara teased. In all honesty Tiara’s turgid tool was itself begging for attention, her body tight with arousal. Not quite as inflamed as earlier, but still making needy demands for release. Ula69 forced her eyes open only to again narrow them at Tiara in renewed annoyance. “Too distracted for a proper comeback?”

SHUT UP. BUT...YES… Ula69’s eyes blinked down to an obvious oggle of Tiara’s red rod. Tiara swung her hips and Ula69’s face followed the waggling shaft back and forth before she caught herself. STOP THAT.

“I tell you what, I’ll let you ‘clear your mind’ with this if you agree to help me with my mission, and to see if we can use the stuff on this ship for ourselves.”

Tiara watched Ula69 fight with herself. The digitized roommate’s expression was slipping back and forth between anger and need. Ula69’s face was darting back and forth between scowling at Tiara’s triumphant grin and drooling at her clit-cock. Tiara could see the digital gloss on Ula69’s slit becoming glassier and glassier.

FINE. DEAL. The living avatar finally uncrossed her arms, and her march across the room paused for a moment as her breasts lost their support and against jiggled and bounced and aroused Ula69 all the more. She then resumed her tip-toe trot to Tiara, who Ula69 pushed backwards onto the bed by the door.

Tiara let out a laugh steeped in power and greed. It felt good to have this woman so desperately under her control. Tiara shifted further back onto the mattress so her red rod was reaching straight up at the ceiling. Ula69 kneeled on the bed and moved her shiny groin over Tiara’s tool.

With horny and commanding gusto Tiara flung her hands around Ula69’s digital derriere and grabbed each cheek. The endowed woman was surprised to find very little give to Ula69’s rear. Instead each was incredibly smooth, to the point of being a little slick. And the ass was slightly cool to the touch - not colder than room temperature, but certainly not as warm as a fully-fleshed woman.

Ula69 wasted no more time and plunged her groin downward. It struck the head of Tiara’s clit-cock, but instead of impaling the aroused avatar the shift shifted forward and glided up to the lower portion of Ula69’s belly. Tiara could barely make out the letters of numerous foul words appearing above her lover’s head before Ula69 lifted herself up and again came down.

This time Tiara’s shaft reflected backwards and rode along the crack of Ula69’s ass.

Rising up again, Tiara shifted around one of her hands to investigate what was happening. Between Ula69’s thighs was the same smooth and cool surface Tiara had felt upon her ass. The horny roommate quivered and shook as Tiara explored her glossy pussy, but one thing quickly revealed itself to Tiara;

Ula69 didn’t possess any holes between her legs, only the image of a wet slit applied over a smooth and solid mass.

“Yo, girl, you don’t have a high enough polygon count to fuck!” Tiara chortled. Ula69 slid backwards off the bed and onto her raised toes. Her mitten hands dove for her groin, pawing for a recess that didn’t exist. As Tiara watched WHAT? and FUCK! and DAMN IT! cycle over the avatar’s head she could only laugh. What made all of this all the more fascinating is that it was clear that all the touching between the pair of them was driving Ula69 hornier and hornier.

SHIT, I NEED...I NEED RELEASE! The digital roommate had stumbled backwards against the suite’s small desk, her breasts swinging in every direction as if the physics engine controlling them couldn’t handle all the input. Her flexing mitten-hands were clearly doing more arousing than satisfying so she threw them backwards to the desk to help retain her balance on her tip-toes.

“Wow, you certainly sealed your fate,” Tiara couldn’t help herself. Ula69 turned and her expression, in a video game, could have actually thrown daggers.

IF YOU DON’T GET ME OFF YOU DON’T GET MY HELP!

“Okay, okay, fine, I have an idea,” the red-rodded woman sighed. She rose from the bed and took her roommate’s paw. Tiara led her to the little bathroom and helped Ula69 fit inside the showerstall. Grabbing the hose Tiara aimed the showerhead directly at the digital quim.

“Let’s see what this does.”

WAIT-

Tiara cranked on the water and the spray struck Ula69 directly between the thighs. The image of her wet pussy glitched for a moment, revealing a green grid spread over a pink polygon. Then the image came back, blinking in and out only incidentally as the cold blast warmed.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

UUUUUUCK!****

Ula69’s body was spasming and shaking, her tits again shifting wildly in directions and shakes she wasn’t properly programmed for. Her name was all that floated over her head. As Tiara watched her roommate's eyes roll back so far it would have injured a woman of flesh Ula69’s legs gave out and she dropped to the floor of the shower. Tiara turned off the water and watched as the avatar’s pussy image glitched to the grid a couple more times, then switched an image of a dry pair of labia.

Tiara stood and dropped the showerhead into the stall. Ula69 continued to twitch. The scheming woman would give her roommate a few minutes to recover.

And then they had shit to do.

to be continued...