Preview: We Just Broke Up, I Had a Feeling and ... Confirmed

I have been making a bunch of these and this is only the first one. There's a POV one so if you aren't into third person you will be taken care of. Also , sound effects, gathered from edits of pornhub videos made to fit, mostly.

First, something new: a story behind this 3rd person thing, kinda strange for VR, but I would argue one of its strengths...

The (fictional of course) scenario:

Just broke up with my college Sweetie who is crazy hot and gives amazing blowjobs. But I got greedy. Somehow I'd broken free of my nerd high school self. I grew into my body and confidence finally and girls were smiling at me. For real. This was intoxicating. How long would this last? I needed to see how far I could take this!

There was this new girl that was giving me the sly eye, and not just any girl. A major get on our campus, someone I'd obsessed over just like everyone else. I was going to throw everything I had at this new project and that meant dropping my Sweetie for awhile. Where would she go? She'd always be mine, right?

But it was too good to be true. It all was, every little bit. Because as soon as I broke up with my Sweetie, that dream was gone, the new girl didn't respond to my advances anymore. Maybe it was just that I caught her on a bad day but then I lost my confidence. The old me was coming back. No! 

On top of all that, one Saturday night a fraternity brother tells me he saw my Sweetie out dancing with some athlete who was on campus for today's varsity basketball game. Like really dancing. Close. Hands were going places. She might have been drinking. They left together. 

Wait, I know her weakness, and what she will do on a first date to seal the deal. She did it with me. She had an innocent hunger, but it was a hunger. And a natural born ability to attract, combined with a need to please. She was just lucky I got there first. What? To protect her. And yes, take advantage of her of course!

She hates to be alone. She wouldn't, would she? Just days after we broke up? But as I walk, then run, over to her sorority, like a moth to a flame, these thoughts burning in my head, I can feel my boner getting stiffer and stiffer. I know her too well, I know what my fraternity brother was telling me, and I know what I will find. Still: What's gotten into me?

My hands are shaking as I use the key she left behind to open her sorority's back door. It is after midnight. I make my way past some hot sorority sisters gathered in the kitchen after their night out, being way too loud but it's a Saturday night. Sisters that I later found out, were the ones that had set my Sweetie up on a blind date.

The fact that they were giggling at me and directing me with their eyes to a back room felt like a punch in the gut, but it was strangely exciting, in an intense way I'd never felt before. I continued, drawn ahead, like a hypnotized perverted zombie.

But I'm fully alive, not undead at all. My pulse is racing. My cock is surging. My stomach is doing backflips, my mouth is suddenly dry, as I make my way closer to the dark room looming before me. Her sisters part like a gauntlet of female revenge as I shuffle by each one, withering under their knowing eyes, as I get closer to something passionate going on ahead. My Sweetie is with someone new.

I can smell her perfume and hear her laugh, but then her voice becomes muffled. There's the distinct smacking sounds of kissing lips. The rustle of clothing. A zipper. A gasp. A deep moan.

Again that perfume, no one else has that perfume and it might not be from a bottle. It might just be her natural intoxicating pheromones. Then comes the soft sound of her again. She's using an intimate tone I thought was reserved for me. Who am I kidding? Like me, she's an animal. A young animal,  exploring the limits of her newly formed sexual prowess. And I helped her form it. Like a tutor, for over a year I had trained her, and guided her here, as if preparing her for a test.

I should be angry but I'm not. No, I'm hard as a rock!  I see the shadow of my Sweetie's head beginning to move in a familiar way in front of him, impossibly far from him! What was up with that? He must be huge for her to be doing that, like a foot away from him. This was a competition I was already losing!

Like I said, no disgust. No anger. Almost a zenlike acceptance, if it weren't for the growing pressure in my pants. I don't know why, it's just the way it is. I can tell from this new stunning view from the shadows right up next to her: She's an artist. A blowjob artist. A Ninja Fellatrix. She'd learned by practicing on me! Thousands of times. But now she was plying her art, testing it out there in the world we'd been hiding from. And after only a few days on her own, the world had noticed her. Oh it had noticed the anomaly and was pairing her up, and fast.

Of course he had scooped her up right away, not believing his luck finding this unattached sexy naive vixen with a cock-shaped hole in her life. One he could fill easily and then some! Oh man, it just confirmed what an idiot I'd been. That's what was written all over the faces of those sassy sorority sisters behind me now, still giggling, with their hands over their mouths tittering away and pointing as if to say, "This is what happens when you take us for granted. We aren't passive little flowers. We don't need your protection. We are hungry and alive and powerful, and we can get what we want, anytime we want it. Without you. Just watch."

And I do watch. I watch my once and future Sweetie, bravely take on a huge dick, proving her mastery. This guy doesn't stand a chance. I crawl along the floor, getting closer, hearing the distinct sounds of my girl making a meal of him. I know what he's feeling. It's too late for me. I've fallen into her trap. She knew me too well. She knew I would come. Her eyes turn to me, sultry and slow, like a tiger towards its prey. Her mouth opens for him. But it's me she's devouring. Forever.