Play Testers Wanted Pt. 20

"Again," someone cried from the back. Ms. White shook as she neared climax. I nodded a second time, and another man walked up and soundly swatted the prone woman's ass. White's shout as she came was glorious to hear. I watched her quivering form as two well-defined handprints formed on either ass cheek.

"I am soaking wet," the Canadian whimpered. "Say something." I shook my head and brought Mrs. White's head up slowly. I looked her in the eye and frowned.

"What do you want?" White desperately gasped. "Tell me damn it, and I will do anything you want." Ding. Her ass belonged to me. I gestured for her to continue. "You want me to suck you off right here?" I nodded. "I love giving head, especially with an audience. Are you going to let me ride your cock?" Again, I nodded and gestured a second time. "More? What else could you, oh, you want my ass don't you?" I smiled. "Fine. Damn you. I will let you fuck my ass. No. Oh, you want me to do all the work. Okay." White agreed to my terms. "Let's get this started. Come on, Lake, get down here with me and lend a hand or something."

I touched Lake's arm and shook my head. True to form, the voyeuristic Lake marked that as her favorite act next to getting laid. "Sorry, love, he is right. I like to watch. Maybe he'll let me join in later."

"This just gets better and better," White purred. "Watch me set you free, and then you'll see these tits of mine in action."

White leaned in close and pressed her face against the bulge in my pants. She breathed, and I felt her hot breath against my skin. With a bit of finagling, White worked the belt and unzipped me. The pants settled around my feet as she rubbed her face against my underwear until I was so hard the tip poked out the top. White licked the tip causing me to shiver at the electric contact.

"She's got your number," Lake groaned. "Look how hard you are."

White tugged my underwear off with her teeth, and then the show began. She spat in the palms of her hands and double fisted my erection. I let out a whimper when half my cock slid between her lips, and her cheeks caved in as she sucked me off. I will give her this. Ms. White knew how to tease and please a guy. When she finally trapped my dick between her tits, I was ready to blow but held on for a full minute before she clamped her lips around the tip and swallowed.

"You are still hard, fuck this. I am going in," Lake declared to me and the audience.

"I simply adore live sex shows," a woman nearby tittered. "It was worth every penny to see this in the flesh, so to speak."

"Ooh, look, he is doing that thing," her partner gasped.

"The Double Dragon," the lady added exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell you. Booker's signature move, and here we are to see it."

Lake's avatar was taller than White's by a good six inches. She had chestnut hair, green eyes, and well-balanced tits to ass ratio. She was nowhere near as curvy as White, but she wasn't tiny either. Her athletic frame was moderate in every way but her face. Lake was striking in her looks but not traffic-stopping. Whoever designed her had done one hell of a job--an excellent balance of fantasy and reality.

"I told you he could do that," a woman commented. "He has wrecked more superheroes than an infinity stone."

White began alternating using her tits and mouth as I did my best to remain casual. Sharing footage from a video game was one thing, but live streaming what looked to be quickly devolving into a full-blown orgy was another. People began pairing off in groups as small as two and as large as four. Puppy piles were everywhere. Lake knew her way around sucking a cock to her credit. If I had to choose her talent, it would be an edging master. Lake would tease until I got close and then stop. She repeated this process until I was painfully erect.

"It is time to mount this guy, instead of on my wall that bench over there. Come on, Mr. Quiet," Lake growled as she led me to the spot with her hand on my upper cock. "That's it, now, assume the position." I was about to do as Lake ordered when a third woman appeared.

"Excuse me," a young lady said as she laid her hand on my shoulder. "My partner got called away for business. My name is Stone. Can I join you?" The petite blonde was already naked and erotically chewing her plump lower lip. I was about the answer when without warning, my HUD dropped, and Bright Eyes alerted me to an energy pulse within the platinum carriage. I laid my hand on Stone's arm and searched the train car. A flash of milky white hair alerted me to the newcomer. While everyone else dressed in period clothing, she wore an eclectic earthy robe from Southeast Asia. The dark cloth contrasted her creamy white skin and hair. Once I got a good look at her, I recognized Jarael instantly. She was the pattern for the Arkanian Offshoot I used on Tattooine. Who was this woman, and how did she manage to import so exotic an avatar?

"Can I watch?" Jarael asked. I ticked off the characteristics of an Arkanian, and she possessed all that I could see. Blue eyes, lips, tongue, and hopefully, she had blue nipples, labia, and asshole that matched the rest. Those are the authentic marks of the species.

"Stone, Lake, um, White, do you mind?" I asked, but they were too occupied to reply. "Enjoy the show," I said. I was about to lift Stone into place when one of the servers approached me and held out her tray. "What is this?"

"A special toy for you to try, Sir," the server replied.

"It looks like a, oh, I get it," I laughed. "White, get your ass up here." Ms. White grinned and spied the gleaming blue plug on the tray. Without a word, she faced away, bent over, and pulled her cheeks apart. "This'll make the penetration easier." I picked up the toy, licked the business end, and placed it near the opening. The toy did the rest. It moved on its own and proceeded to bury itself to the proper depth without my assistance.

"It's vibrating," White moaned. "Oh god, it is going to make this more interesting."

"Will the other ladies require a toy as well?" The server asked. Lake and Stone bent over and offered their backsides for implantation. I plucked a toy for each of them from the tray. Just as before, the plug wiggled its way in and stopped.

"Weird," Stone groaned. "But a good weird."

"Oh damn, I could get to like this," Lake admitted.

"If you require any restraints, gags, or other toys, just ask," the server said with a smile.

Lake's fingers slid into my hair and tugged firmly yet gently. "Remember your place," Lake reminded me. "Down, boy," she ordered. I lay on my back, and they did the rest. Stone, the newcomer, straddled my face, and I went to work on her. The rest is a bit of a mystery. White and Lake each took an erection, but I couldn't tell you who sat where.

I lapped at Stone's already drenched sex to get things started. I used the serpent tongue technique to test how close she was to climaxing.

"Holy hell, how long is your tongue?" Stone wailed. I cupped her ass cheeks as I undulated my tongue inside of her. White and Lake see-sawed on my cocks much to the delight of those not caught up in their satisfaction.

"Did I ever tell you about my pleasure tour of Southeast Asia?" Lake asked. "That albino girl reminded me of it. The clothing she is wearing is from that region."

"You always do this," White complained. "We find a few well-hung men to fill in the gap, and then you start ranting about fucking someone else. Focus, we are sharing the Booker of full dive fame. The man with over two hundred million followers. Let that sink in."

"You are right," Lake agreed. "His cock is kissing my womb."

"That's more like it," White crooned. "I can't wait to feel it buried in my ass."

"You mean both inside you at the same time," Lake corrected her. "He can DP us single-handedly. Let that sink in."

"Oh god, you are right," White whimpered. "Getting close."

"Me too," Lake growled.

"I don't know if that will fit in my ass," Jarael commented to one of the politicians.

"I wish I could do that," the honored Senator from a southern state said. "I'd never leave the house. Of course, that would mean finding a second mistress."

The trio above me swapped places after their first orgasm. Stone offered to be the first to get DP'd, and an anxious White conceded. She even held my erections as Stone got into position. "Bottom one is in position," White called out like some NASA engineer. "Upper cock is locked and ready. You may descend when ready." Stone pushed against me, and we both grunted as I filled her up slowly.

"I never get tired of this feeling," I moaned as Stone's ass touched my groin.

"Balls deep and ready for action," White laughed nervously. Stone began to move, and the audience moaned with her.

"Look at her expression," Indigo girl moaned. "I want to feel like that." Two eager men took her up on her offer, and she accepted.

I turned my head to look at the audience and spied a naked Jarael. She had shed her robe and held up a ring gag in one hand and one of the smart-plugs in the other. She was the real Jarael, down to her cerulean areolas and labia. Jarael set one foot on the opposing bench and made a show of pulling her ass cheek with one hand and inserting the toy with the other. "I am soaked," Jarael declared as she pulled her sapphire labia apart. "See. I am practically dripping."

"Unn! He just got thicker and longer," Stone howled. "How?"

"Booker is a shifter sweetheart," the knowledgeable woman near the front explained. "He can do a lot of things that would surprise you. She is about to pop." Stone shrieked as she climaxed and lay atop me, gasping. "Damn, now that was intense."

White fulfilled her promise eagerly after watching Stone on top. Jarael helped White into position. White rocked her hips, letting her ass get used to the head of my cock inside of her. Ms. White smiled as her audience urged her to start moving.

"Well?" I asked her.

"I've never had my ass violated before," White shared as she savored the sensation.

"It has now," Jarael reminded her. "How does it feel?"

"Good," White moaned.

"I wasn't talking to you," Jarael snapped and slipped into the role of disciplinarian. Her delicate fingers wrapped around White's throat. She squeezed gently and watched the other's eyes roll-up. Jarael let go, and White climaxed so hard she nearly pushed me out. "Can you stand?" With a bit of maneuvering, I got to my feet with White along for the ride. White cried out a second time when both cocks drove even deeper into her. "Now, be a dear, and pound the hell out of her."

The other guests got into the spirit of the moment. Indigo girl's two partners impaled her standing up. She clung to the man in front of her while the one behind pounded her mercilessly. The sexual feeding frenzy took hold of nearly everyone.

"Real life is going to be disappointing after this," White whimpered.

"Enjoy it while it lasts," I said. We switched things up just before White climaxed so that I faced her with her butt resting on the bench. I wanted to see her expressions as I moved. It took a few minutes to coax her final orgasm from her, but it was worth it.

"Damn, that was intense," White gasped. "You read me like an open book. It was worth losing my virginity to you."

"Regrets?" I asked, and the hungry kiss removed any doubt on that matter. "Good." Lake took a pass and noted how drained I looked.

"She is right. You looked parched," Jarael remarked as she handed me a large glass of water.

"I recognized you," I replied. "You stand out in this crowd."

"I stand out in any crowd," Jarael stated confidently.

I drank the water to rehydrate after the free-for-all. Others were catching their collective breaths as round one ended, and we prepped for the subsequent encounter. My HUD dinged, and I read the reward message. Fourway word bonus, Lake White Stone, congratulations triple name score. Backdoor and DP bonus for White Stone, quadruple sex score. Well done, Anal Assassin.

Kalinka and Hane returned, holding their clothing. The Russian sniffed the air and declared the strong scent of sex in the air. Hane sat next to Jarael and looked at her in the same way I had. "Are you a guest?" Hane asked Jarael.

"Sort of," Jarael replied.

"Poor thing," a woman whispered to her partner. I followed her gaze to Kalinka. "Refugee who turned her life around." Kalinka plopped into my lap, facing away from me. "Ooh, that lucky bitch!" Kalinka set her neatly folded clothes next to me and then took Hane's and set them atop her own.

"You are all the talk," Kalinka purred in my ear as she rocked her hips. My upper cock slid between her ass cheeks as she moved slowly. "I get stuck with the quote man of god while you devastate no less than three women. Can you go again, friend Booker and help me forget that misadventure?"

HaneAme wore an equally exasperated expression on her lovely Taiwanese features. "What I do for money," she cursed. "So, who is your new friend. Wait, I know you."

"Hane, this is Jarael. The beauty grinding in my lap is Kalinka," I moaned. "They are also cosplayers."

"I never said I was a model or a cosplayer, but it is nice to meet both of you," Jarael replied.

"Give me a bit," I moaned. "I need to catch my breath." Kalinka retained her seat but sat there content to be envied by the other females in the coach. "If you aren't a cosplayer, then you must be a guest."

"Must I?" Jarael replied. It reminded me of the woman who had stated that she was from Egypt. It left me pondering who was roleplaying Jarael and the Egyptian. Not that I minded, just intrigued. Jarael was deliberately mysterious.

"There are private rooms set aside to take photos with the cosplayers," Kalinka explained where she and Hane had been. "Depending on the amount donated is how interesting that encounter will be. Sex is rarely on my list but damned if the pastor didn't make an offer, I couldn't refuse. I made one year's earnings while I was gone. Sadly, while he might be charismatic in front of his flock, his performance left much to be desired."

Sudden Revelations:

"The disappointment is real," Hane remarked. "Too many over-eager fans thinking they own you."

"I have been lucky on that front," I replied. "Of course, I don't do a lot of public appearances."

"Hot towel?" A female server offered. Kalinka accepted one and gingerly washed off my naughty bits. "Two! You must be that Booker fella all the girls are talking about."

"Yep, that's me," I admitted.

"Oh darling, here let me," the server took a second towel and knelt between my legs, and wiped me down slowly. I shivered when she gently lifted my lower cock so she could clean my balls. "How's that?"

"Lovely," I moaned. "Can you leave one? For now, I feel a little exposed."

"Course Sugah," the server giggled and placed a fresh towel over my junk. "Gotta run. Plenty of folks need me."

"I like her," Jarael commented. "Ooh, speaking of fans." She gestured to a young man standing nearby. "Here, sweetie, sit between us," Jarael offered as she and Hane moved apart.

"Oh, thank you," he said, blushing furiously. "I don't know what to say."

"You aren't the only one that sticks out in a crowd," I said as the stranger sat down. He was the only person still fully dressed. "Relax and ask away," I urged. "What is on your mind?"

"Thank you," he stammered as Hane ran an index finger along the side of his neck. "My name is Turquoise. Since you are so well connected, I have to ask you. I mean, you have two hundred million followers. You must have heard about them."

"Them?" Kalinka asked.

"They call themselves the Order," Turquoise spat out nervously. I willed myself not to react.

"Illuminati?" I offered, and he shook his head. "Who then?"

"We need to go back ten thousand years," Turquoise began. "Please let me get this out so that someone else knows. There have been many different branches of humanity. Some of them were close to us, while others were distinctly different. This evidence begins with one of those other tribes." He paused to gauge my reaction. "Did you ever wonder why we began building cities? We started as hunter-gatherers, and then in a thousand years, we have mastered stone cutting and fairly advanced engineering. We began making cities for them, for the other tribe."

"Why?" Hane asked. Turquoise turned to look at her, and his expression bordered on the manic.

"They were tired of the hunt," he whispered. "Just as we hunted deer and elk, they stalked us as food. They gave us the skills to quarry, cut, and lay stones to make their lives easier. They built a corral for humanity and look at how well it works to this day. How many people disappear every year in the US? Hundreds of thousands vanish without a trace."

"The numbers are on your side so far," I said. "What does this have to do with this group you mentioned?"

"Some opportunistic cultists, the Order made a pact with the others. These traitors kept their fellow humans under control, and in exchange, they received knowledge and technology. They have been controlling things ever since. Think of them as landlords for an older and more advanced society. I know it sounds crazy," Turquoise said, his body trembling.

"Why me?" I asked, wondering who this guy was and how to track him. I protected the Order and kept its secrets. Turquoise represented a threat.

"You have so many followers," Turquoise said, his eyes wide and his expression desperate. "You must help me. Tell them. The truth needs to get out."

Jarael visibly tensed and seemed ready to spring if the man became violent. Who was she? Then, without warning, Turquoise logged out. He vanished from the simulation. If I contacted Wraith, I would make things worse. I just hoped one of the Silent Shadows monitored this feed and took action.

"Well, that was fucking weird," Kalinka remarked. "Don't let it bother you. It happens all the time to me. Of course, I have to deal with would-be stalkers and just plain freaks. It is a part of being in this business."

"Absolutely," Hane agreed. "A few of my whales believe they are in love with me. They show up at conventions, buy an autographed picture, and they make a connection that isn't there."

"Have you done a photo shoot yet?" Kalinka asked.

"No, I'm just a playtester," I replied.

"Just, you heard what Turquoise said," Jarael argued. "You have millions of followers. You are an influencer."

"He looks down in the face," Hane remarked. "I know what will put a smile on your face." The Taiwanese scooted her butt to the edge of the bench, brought her knees to her chest, and pushed them apart as far as she was able. "Tada."

"The towel moved," Jarael said. The pale woman reached between Hane's legs and lightly rubbed the other's clit. "Let's see if we can get it to fall. It looks like a tent is forming."

"Something is rubbing against my butt," Kalinka got into the game. "Let me help," she said as she rocked her hips ever so slightly. Both cocks were soon fully erect, and the towel hit the floor. "Do you want to fuck me... us?" She ground against me as she continued to tease. "You said you've seen my work. Which character is your favorite? What gallery of mine did you like?"

"Without a doubt, it would be Hermione," I replied. "Maybe it was the wand between your breasts that I found enticing."

Hane shifted her position and knelt between my legs. Jarael moved beside her. "You mean like this?" Hane purred as she captured the lower erection with her tits. "How does that feel?" Jarael produced a tube of lube and applied it to both erections. "Mmm, that's better."

"How does it feel," Jarael asked as Kalinka used both hands to stroke me, and Hane used her tits to tease me.

"Two different types of sensations at the same time," I explained. "Kalinka's ass and hands-on one side and Hane's tits on the other. I like."