Graveyard Facefuck

A few seconds after the office and Simone have faded away, new sensations start to fade in along with the scenery. I'm still in the jeans, boots and t-shirt that I had when you plugged yourself in, but I noticed I'm wearing a snazzy, hooded denim jacket. Good thing too because there's a bit of a chill in the air intensified by a light breeze and it's dark as fuck. Taking in your current surroundings, I can see stars twinkling brightly in a pitch black sky, dead leaves dancing on the ground with the breeze and bare branched trees scattered around. It takes a few seconds, but I notice I'm surrounded by a bunch of short shadows evenly spaced and stretching out as far as I can see. As my eyes adjust, I correctly deduce that they're tombstones.

'I'm in a graveyard. Probably means I'll meet Buffy or one of the other Scoobies out on patrol.'

I could just call out to Simone and have her materialize one of my favorite characters naked and bent over a gravestone right now, but I did state I wanted to be dropped in as is. Besides, part of the charm of these simulations is seeing the program adjust to me. I began meandering about, looking for an exit to the graveyard and hoping to run into someone I'd want to fuck and not one of the various monsters that Sunnydale attracted.

I didn't have to wait long. Barely five minutes aimlessly strolling along before I heard a young, smoky voice issue a challenge dripping with confidence. "Hold up there suckerface. I think you need to go back to taking a dirt nap!"

It took a few seconds for my brain to register that I actually heard who I heard. Once I turned around and took in the sultry, curvaceous beauty standing poised with stake and in a fighting stance, my body was buzzing with lust.

"What's wrong handsome? Haven't been up and around long enough to know how this goes?" My favorite Slayer, Faith, sneered at me. "Me Slayer." She held up the stake a little higher. "Pointy stick. In you. Much dust." Her smile was sweet malice "Bye bye. You stay dead."

She starts to approach with an aggressive, confident stride, before I begin to actually interact. Holding up my hands to halt her, I say, "Wait, Faith, I'm human!"

"How do you know my name?" she states with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

I take a chance that the program will work with me and ignore her question. Instead I hold out a hand palm up as proof. Faith still keeps the stake at the ready, but uses her free hand to take mine. She feels warm and her touch has a restrained strength to it. She feels the warmth of my hand and wraps her fingers around the wrist, feeling a very evident pulse.

"Huh." she sounds genuinely surprised. "You're definitely alive." Another suspicious look. "But how do I know you're not just a demon who can disguise yourself as human?"

'Time to take this program for a spin.' I think. Trying to sound as reasonable as possible, "Why don't you suck my cock? Only a human would have human sperm."

The dark slayer regards me for a moment before nodding and kneeling in the grass. "You're right," she states before tucking her stake away inside her black denim jacket and leaning forward to start undoing my pants. "a quick BJ will be the perfect way to see what you really are."

I'm already hard as her deft fingers work open the fly with practiced grace. From my vantage point above her, I can see down her back to the perfect bubble of her ass sticking out a bit and notice her tight jeans are riding low and showing off the back of a tiny, black thong with a little lace. Holy shit! That is hot. Faith glances up and takes my focused look at her back as a possible threat.

"Hey jackass!" She calls out. Eyes immediately leave her backside and catch her face upturned to me. Only for a moment though, as I see her jacket is open enough to show off the black tank top she's wearing is about a size too small for her, and I'm are immediately entranced by a valley of pale, supple cleavage. Way more than she'd ever shown on the show. She's obviously got more to cover up front too. And it's very clear that she's braless. "You may be the hottest guy I've ever seen, but just because my stake is in my pocket, don't think you can try anything, got it?" By now she's pulled my pants and boxers down to just above my knees and is casually stroking me with one hand. Her nails are painted black. "Slayer remember?"

I nod quickly. Her hand feels like warm silk on my dick. With one final warning look, she says "Good." before leaning forward fully and engulfing my cock in her warm, wet mouth and starting to suck with practiced strokes.

"Holy fuck!" I gasp. My knees buckle a bit and for a moment I'm afraid I'm going to tumble to the ground and out of her mouth and end it. My hands flail about a bit since I'm not sure if I can keep myself up and I'm a little uncertain about steadying myself on her shoulders. Faith looks up at me and without missing a beat grabs both of my hands and places them firmly on her bobbing head.

"Thanks." Faith just rolls her eyes in a 'whatever' expression and continues to audibly slurp away on my knob. Now not occupied with keeping me up, she uses one hand to wrap a few fingers daintily around the base of my cock that she is not currently sucking and with her other gently strokes and massages my hairy ballsack. I revel in the feeling of her mouth working with expertise, but feel like I could stand to kick things up a notch. "You're really good at that." I state and Faith just raises her eyes back up to my face and makes an expression like 'are you an idiot?'. It's a bit less threatening though considering she's on her knees with my cock rapidly disappearing between her lips.

"So, how often do you suck off a total stranger in the middle of a graveyard?" Faith moves to take her mouth off, but I tighten my grip on her head and keep her at her task. "Ah-ah-ah." I say in a patronizing tone. "Keep sucking. You haven't determined if I'm really human or not have you?"

Faith glares up and stops jacking with one hand to give me the middle finger. "Such a lady." Then an idea. "Tell you what. If you really want to hurry this up, why don't you stop using your hands and let me just fuck your mouth?" Her eyes widen with a hint of fear and she looks to be rethinking this. "You're a Slayer right? You're tougher than anyone." I give her a mocking smile. "Or are you maybe afraid you can't take it?"

Faith's expression goes dark and her eyes are blazing with challenge. She reaches behind me and grabs an ass cheek with each hand and pulls forward while she leans in further, forcing my cock down her throat with a sloppy **** as she abuses her gag reflex. Her black painted lips and nose are pressed against my pelvis and being tickled by my pubes. She holds both of us in this position while deliberately staring up at me with her lips twitching in what may be intended as a challenging smile. Kinda hard to tell with my prick impaling her face. Her eyes are defiantly haughty though as she releases my ass and waves her hands in a 'bring it' gesture.

"You really think you're slut enough to handle me?" I sneer down at her. She presses her face against me and shakes her head a little to give my cock a feel of the grip of her throat. I gasp and she looks up to waggle her eyebrows. Threading my fingers through her dark, silken hair, I draw myself out of her throat slowly until only the head is resting just past her lips. She massages the tip with her tongue and even cheekily uses the tip of her tongue to poke my pisshole. "Alright you fuckslut!" I almost bellow. "Let's rock and roll!"

Even though she was asking for it, Faith still takes me slamming her face down on my crotch and slapping her chin with my nuts with a surprised 'ghhlurk!'. I am not gentle with her, for the next several minutes I treat her mouth like a pussy with a tongue. While she was fairly neat before, my rough usage of her has spilled past her lips and made her cleavage shiny with the spit dripping down her chin and beginning to soak into her top. Her chin, throat and tits are sprinkled with white flecks of a mixture of her saliva and my precum. Faith is a trooper though and besides resting her hands on her thighs and some tears leaking out of her eyes leaving some mascara tracks running down her face, she doesn't make any move to stop me. She just passively kneels at my feet and takes the most brutal face fuck I can give her while she sucks, slurps, slobbers, gags and licks however she can to get me off.

All good things must come to an end though, and the sight and feel of one of my most be-lusted characters getting orally savaged like a drunk whore is definitely a dream come true. I power through an orgasm felt in the soles of my feet with animal grunting as I hold the dark Slayer's head in an almost vicious grip and shoot multiple hot, viscous ropes of jizz onto her dancing tongue. She sucks it all down with hungry gulps and I take a moment to notice her eyes were shut tight and she was shaking head to toe. One of her hands was under her shirt playing with a breast and at some point, she'd undone her own fly and had a hand down the front of her thong.

"Did you just cum?" I ask incredulously. Still shaking slightly, Faith opens her eyes with a dreamy, post orgasmic expression and nods a little drunkenly with my dick still in her gob. I let myself soften a little and slide out from between her lips. My cock instantly feels a lot colder in the nighttime autumn breeze and not buried in her warm oral cavity and I briefly consider shoving it back in her for round two. Or just to keep it warm. Instead I ask, "Well, what's the verdict?"

Hand still idly moving down the front of her pants and on her knees, she frees her other from under her top and gives a thumbs up and a smile of satisfied, horny amusement I've only seen on actresses after the money shots in porn. "Human, stud." she slurs a little with a slightly hoarse voice. She seems to notice my semi-stiffy and licks her lips. "Definitely human." Then she gives a drunken, suggestive chuckle.

I can't help smiling at her. I love this place already.