by Lynn Pierce
(10/22/08)

Geeks. Society labels us unsexy, unwanting folks who never ever venture away from our keyboards. But even geeks have fun. This is a tale of totally bad geek -- me -- who just isn't gonna be able to keep her mind completely in the game.

I sit at my desk, concentrating yet mind-wandering. I've been thinking of how your hard hot cock would taste all day long, but it's Raid Night and I've had just enough time to run in the door, grab a quick shower, and log on to attend to my Gamerbusiness.

God I'm hot! Almost hot enough to reach under my dress and finger my fresh-shaved pussy while I daydream and wait for the rest of the raid to arrive. The thought of you teasing me with your fingers, nibbling with your tongue, is driving me to distraction. I decide that a pair of chrome-plated vibrating pleasure balls definitely needs to be inserted to alleviate the lust till I get done at eleven. They'll make sure I'm wet and primed to throw you down and fuck your brains out.

I gyrate my hips as I fly to Shadow Moon, the balls filling me with their yummy vibrating goodness and making me a soaking wet mess. I flick my clit as I fly from Shatt, Gamerbrain going over the checklist: potions, flasks, food...OMG, these balls feel good! How am I gonna do this raid?

Summon folks, rock a little in my chair, let the balls buzz their magic. Get Game Face going, you silly nymphet!

Hmmmm. This is gonna be fun.

I smile to myself, zone in, and get set to literally rock my world all raid long.

I absentmindedly play with my nipples as everyone consumes, buffs, and, OMG, oils up (I want to be oiling your cock with my pussy: that's what's gonna get oiled up). God, got to get my head in the game. I want cock, I want to be licked, fingered, fucked hard with a toy, and then totally dominated by you right now, but you always tell me that if I wait, it'll just be better when I finally get it. Right! You try waiting four hours, when all you can think about is fully fulfilling wild animal sex. This is gonna be a pure lesson in self control while I harvest small little buzzy orgasms that last for hours on end.

First pull coming! No problem -- I can glide through this now: As long as there's no down time this won't be hard, please it won't be, please don't let me die, please don't let me have minutes where I can make my situation any worse. Avoid the poison, cast, push the buttons, hmmmmmmmmmm, finger my clit a little in between pulls...God, I'm soaking, but I'm being so quiet no one but me knows.

Thank God I've got a dark chair, 'cause there is definitely a wet spot where I'm sitting. I'll be okay for a little bit. Just concentrate, kill all I can, and enjoy the small spasms rocking my crotch for the next few hours. Hmmm...I really do like these balls -- they make raiding and sitting here wanting you inside me now a lot more tolerable. Wish I'd bought a butterfly to plaster onto my clit; then I'd be really ready for you a few hours from now.

You know I'm concentrating when the moaning quiets down: We're on a boss, I can't afford to rock -- the balls would set me off into total frenzy and then I'd only move faster to make them work their magic. I need to be still (but I squirm when I need to jump around to get away from folks, out of the line of fire).

You're transforming to Cat Supremus and you have me targeted.

I sprint out of the say, giggling to myself because your little leap to Cat on-screen brought me upright in my chair and got the vibrating started again. I just need to hold still enough for the rest of the fight so that I can live; if I die, then you'll know and laugh -- after all, we bet an all-the-way blow job that I couldn't ride the balls and raid at the same time . I'm gonna win, and you're gonna lick and suck my clit till your back is a bloody mess and I'm totally exhausted on the bed.

OMG you're horrible! I yell at you as we start clearing trash to Mother. Three hours down. I've held it together well, but I think I'm about to be in huge trouble. It's 10:45, and you're streaking across the living room bare-ass naked, hard as a rock. God, your rock-hard shaved cock keeps teasing me as you stroke it in front of my face, then dive under my desk. By this time I'm down to just my silk camisole. The boxers are long gone. They left even before I could start the raid -- after you put the balls in and gave my pussy a taste of what your fingers were going to do to it later.

You grab my hips and pull me low in my chair. I can feel your breath on my clit, feel your nibbling on my outer lips as you slowly tug the string to pop out the balls. You suck my clit hard, pulling the first ball out, and as you use your finger to tap the second ball, you bite down on my inner thigh kind of hard, to remind me to get back in game and "ignore" you.

Dammit, you're cruel! If I die in the game, you take away your tongue, and apparently your tongue and fingers are not the only thing you brought to the dark cave under my desk. You look up and whisper, Do your job, your guildies need you to concentrate. I put back my Game Face and do my job, buff, eat, flask, oil my weapon. (OMG I want to oil your cock with my hot juices.)

Okay. In place. Pull!

I can do this.

OMG! What the hell? You've just put a huge dildo in me and you expect me to ride that and kill this bitch?

You slap me on the thigh. Be still enjoy, and don't die or I'll stop.

Talk about incentive! I'm gonna live, I'm gonna live, and I'm gonna cummmm! OMG not now! I have to keep my eyes open. God, you're devilish. And you're snapping at my clit with your teeth, slowing, stroking it with your tongue and slowly filling my pussy with your devious damn toy, inch by inch, teasing, taunting, making me want to close my eyes.

Eyes on screen, fingers on keypad. OK, I'm good. Hmmm, I love when you fuck me on boss fights. I get the pleasure of fighting and getting fucked at the same time. My foot wedges between your thighs and fondles you as you pound me, you're hard as a rock, and I don't have to strain to imagine how you taste: hot, a little musky, like sweet heaven.

Have I ever told you I love, love, love sucking your smooth, hard cock?

What the hell? Why did you quit? I'm alive, the boss is at 50% and we're on the attempt that's gonna kill the bitch this time. I can't possibly suck your cock and finish this fight -- I need two hands on the keyboard. Guess I'll lose the fight.

You push my mic aside and slide your cock into my mouth: I'll hold it, you just suck.

God you taste good! I hope I don't bite down, I've got to keep my head in the game. She's at 32% now, and its getting really hard to not look at you, not to wrap all my fingers around your cock, not to dig my nails into your ass as I plunge your cock fully at the back of my throat. Hmmmm. Just a little more. She's at 22%. We're gonna do it, yeah! We're looking good, and you're being really bad -- I can't possibly bend over my chair, finish this fight...and still live.

The back of the chair? Forget it, you say, and you maneuver me bent forward onto my knees on the seat of my chair, elbows on the desk, keyboard pushed forward so I can use both hands. But you've just shoved into my pussy so hard I'm afraid I'm gonna take out my screen if you do it again. You're serious, You've got your arm wrapped around my waist, biting my shoulder as you whack my ass and tell me to pay attention and get the goddamn boss down.

You try being fucked -- hard -- and keeping your hands on a keyboard! It's no easy feat.

Oh God, yes! Harder -- and I'll concentrate more, that's it. You're all into it now as you shove your wet finger into my ass and drive my pussy like a battering ram. Boss is close, and hate to admit it but so am I.

OMG she's at 5%.

And I'm about to fly off this chair the orgasm is building so hard.

2%.

1%.

OMG. Stars, honey -- she's dead and I just came so hard I shot your cock right out of my pussy!

Grab my badges, my hearth, and get the hell out of here. See ya later, guild, and when we make it to the bed, you, my dear, are gonna let me drag you down, straddle your cock and fuck you like a cowgirl rides her bull!

Nice raid tonight. Maybe we can do it again sometime.

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