Foreword: VR Porn was suggested as a theme for a post, and then my husband gave me an idea about how to potentially frame it, so this one was born from a combination of those things, and the general attraction of taking more of a sci-fi approach.
Programmed For Your Pleasure
It’s so dingy in here. There’s not so much as a crack of light to keep me company. I’ve spent most of the day waiting around on this plush bed, slapping my legs repeatedly onto the duvet whilst reading the signs plastered on the walls. I’ve also found myself staring up at the ominous portal that’s been embedded into the television.
This is a Love Hotel, but by no means in a traditional sense. There are no bricks and mortar to be found here. No furnishings that truly represent the ones you may know in reality. On the surface, it might appear that when I drum my legs onto the bed like this, it would feel fluffy and soft beneath my skin. It conjures up an image of comfort. That, or I seem incredibly bored. But I can assure you, softness is not the kind of sensation I get at all.
On the contrary, it’s utterly painful to slap my legs on the duvet. With each swift movement, several thousand minuscule bytes of data crumble away into what has only ever been referred to by my developer, Tsuyoshi, as the Numerosphere. That’s somewhere I can only hope to never return. That place is a hellish whirlwind of coding language without any logical strings. Floods of C++, splattered with a tsunami of dropped frames and finished off with a sprinkling of mega-glitchy visuals.
Believe me when I tell you that nothing is stable in the Numerosphere. Absolutely zilch.
So that’s why I’ve been brought here. This ‘Love Hotel’ is my home now. At the very least, it’s a stable location; there are no unfinished queries in this space. I may exist solely within the virtual realm, but this all feels so real to me. The very reason I was created was to fulfil an important mission; keeping the customers happy. Every single day.
And that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I mean, how hard could it possibly be?
According to the job description given to me by Tsuyoshi, all I’ll have to do is sit around here and look sexually alluring. Then, I’ll have to do a range of other things; part my legs, stimulate my clit and pussy, spread my cheeks and finger multiple orifices at once. These are all things I already enjoy doing, so I’m told. I did try touching myself earlier. It was a strange experience to say the least. One that I’m likely to do again whenever customers aren’t around, or maybe even when they are, should they request it.
I have to admit, ‘wanking’ is going to take a bit of getting used to, but my pleasure sensors were fully lit up and activated. I may have squirted a little too much of my internal data back into the central processing unit, but there’s plenty more where that came from. In fact, Tsuyoshi is probably sat at his computer attempting to recycle it right now. He’s got a direct line of code that feeds straight back into my libido.
The weirdest part of being assigned to the VR Porn-verse is that, unlike many other common forms of sex work, there’s no actual intercourse involved. What I mean to say is, I’ve never had sex before so I wouldn’t be able to describe how it feels. But the nature of this job is that the customers never get to come inside me.
Every now and then, I’ll be required to dress up in something sultry. Perhaps a cute bunny costume, trying my hand as a dominatrix, or fitting my slender frame and occasionally huge simulated tits into a tight swimsuit that also grossly over-exaggerates my camel toe. Whatever the desired fantasy, all of these settings and more have been programmed into the complex software that keeps me operating.
Despite the fact that someone else is calling the shots, the way I’ve been so expertly coded means I don’t even have to think about how to perform any of the actions. Ultimately, it’s nothing more than pure, logical instinct for a virtual porn star like me. I’m going to be driven by an invisible force via something I’ve dubbed ‘VD’, or ‘Virtual Desire’. Whatever I do is a mere simulation to the person sitting on the other side, stationed so discretely in their booth. For me though, it’ll be a chance to have my data rearranged for the very first time. Maybe I’ll even get a little…frazzled by the experience. The prospect of that feels extremely good, as far as I can fathom.
A stream of light fills up the room. Someone’s here. They must have paid their fee and they’re ready to get stuck in. I raise my head and look over at the television portal as it bleeps on to indicate that it’s been activated. Sure enough, two gigantic eyes greet me, taking up the entirety of that mysterious swirling translucent surface. Beautiful pools of hazel, tinged with darker brown blemishes and large black pupils positioned slap bang in the middle.
I slide my entire body back up onto the bed and sink my neck into fluffed-up pillow that’s been prepared ahead of time. I slowly slip off the silk gown I’ve been wearing, letting it fall over my shoulders but keeping the material bunched up tightly by my chest. Apparently the establishment’s clients enjoy being teased like this in the beginning. It’s as if I’m inviting them to take a peek at some rare and hidden treasure that cannot be revealed all in one movement. Enough skin is exposed to at least offer a hint of what lies beneath. I look back up at those eyes again—so pure and focused—and shoot him a naughty smirk before biting my bottom lip. An act of simple seduction. It’s written in my code and I cannot alter it. I’m consistently on autopilot once the coins roll in, but I’m sure this all looks completely natural to this horny patron.
I tuck a strand of hair away from my face, showing off one of the awkwardly-shaped ears that were handcrafted by Tsuyoshi, and bat my eyelids at the stranger staring at me so intently. I let the material of the silk gown unravel from my chest so as to reveal the set of lingerie I’ve been given. The straps of my scarlet lace bra seem to sparkle under the artificial light in the ‘hotel’. At this exact moment, I have smaller breasts than usual—32Bs to be precise—but the under bust style of this bra gives me some extra lift and exposes my cleavage nicely. I lean forwards a little to afford him a clearer view. Then, I turn around, get on all fours, and demonstrate my assets in all their glory.
Really though, Tsuyoshi gave me this round, pert bubble butt, like he just knew it would be a hit with a large proportion of the customers. How does he know so much about what Japanese guys like? Oh wait, that’s right, he is a Japanese guy. And I’m sure, as someone who develops software in which virtual porn stars can exist, he’s watched his fair share of porn in his spare time.
I wonder…what it would take to turn Tsuyoshi on? He created me. I’m a product of his very own imagination. Am I the kind of woman he’d really sleep with? Or is he simply pandering to a commercialised idea of what would constitute an appealing sexual experience?
Ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking about these things. I’m nothing more than a simulation. It’s not like Tsuyoshi and I could actually, physically, have sex. Right? It would be impossible. He’s a real flesh-and-blood human, and I’m just a whole bunch of complex programming language made to resemble something that looks like a woman.
But what if we could experience that together?
How could I make him perk up?
My ‘brain’ is really starting to ache. I fear I’m accidentally scrambling circuits somewhere. I’m losing focus on the task in hand. I’m supposed to be here right now, entertaining this particular customer who has paid in both time and money to see me perform. This is not the occasion to be getting distracted by some deluded and unattainable fantasy about bringing my human creator to a brutal climax.
I look over my shoulder to take in those two hazel pools that look about ready to engulf me. So I slip the tight panties right over my ass, slowly and with the perfect balance of teasing in my movements. As I do this, the man’s pupils dilate and the brown pigments around them seem to swirl inwards just like quicksand. I know he’s getting hooked on this image. I pull the red lace panties down along my thighs now, taunting him a little more. Then, I reveal my wet and willing cunt, decorated around the edges with a neat trimming of pubic hair. I reach around and stick the tips of my delicate fingers inside and scissor them intermittently. Needless to say, he can’t touch me. Not because I forbid him to, but because as I mentioned before, it’s physically impossible for that to happen. There’s a portal, another entire dimension acting as a significant barrier between the two of us.
Part of me is dying to experience this man’s trembling touch. Well, not exactly his, but Tsuyoshi’s hands exploring every inch of my body. Ah…there I go again, thinking of all these ridiculous ideas. I’m sure this mode of thought wasn’t programmed from the beginning. But wait a moment, if that’s really the case, then doesn’t that mean I’m in fact capable of independent thought?
Do I have my own desires?
Am I sentient?
As I ponder all this, I continue to finger myself mercilessly, moaning out with each thrust in and out. I imagine that Tsuyoshi is the one watching on the other side, taking in all the stimulus and pleasuring himself. I desperately want him to have created this scenario for himself. Couldn’t that really be plausible? There’s nobody else in this room with me. He went ahead and opted for a solo play situation.
I’m sure of it. This is his fantasy. I am his fantasy.
And I’m capable of generating my own thoughts, so what’s stopping me from trying something that wasn’t originally in the software?
It’s time for a little test.
As I bring myself closer to orgasm, I purposely make those moans louder so he can hear them more clearly. Then, I turn around and lie on my back to finish the job. I rub my clit with such excessive force using several fingers at once that I feel compelled to close my eyes and flick my head backwards in ecstasy. I’m certain that even my digital face must be showing signs of real exhaustion and pleasure by this point.
I open my eyes again, abruptly and stare right back into that portal.
“Oh god…Tsu-TSUYOSHI!”
It’s not embedded in the script, but fuck…he’s all I can think about right now.
“TSUYOSHI!”
My screams resonate as I let my juices gush out all over the duvet.
His pupils dilate so they’re even wider than before, and I notice how his tear ducts start to swell up with moisture. What have I done? Is it because I screamed out somebody else’s name while I came? Maybe the customer feels rejected by this. Sure enough, he removes the VR goggles and as he retreats, I catch a glimpse of his figure although it’s distorted by the dual perspective. A few seconds pass, but he returns, having wiped away his tears.
“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to look cutely up into the portal. “Did I offend you?”
A crackling noise sounds inside the room followed by the sound of slightly laboured breathing.
“No,” comes a male voice. “It…it was exactly what I wanted. Although I never told you to say my name. Thank you Mika.”
I feel my ‘heart’ pounding hard inside my chest.
“Tsuyoshi?”
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“Did you…come watching me?”
Tsuyoshi chuckles to himself. “Of course I did. You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world.”
Lustful Lines 