Mr. Player's mystery phrases! (Pink Trigger's Power >29)

I took a spiral-bound notebook out of my traveling bag. I told Jessica that this was a collection of phrases that contained common English words, but the interesting part was their meanings. She should try reading as many of them as possible, and when she was done, I'd explain to her what she'd just read.

"Okay... This isn't, uh, a scored quiz or anything, right? Do I need to be worried?" Jessica asked, looking nervous.

Not at all, I told Jessica. This was just fun between her and me, right? And, of course, for me to show I could be an effective teacher. If she got stuck anywhere, I'd help her out. She should just put her head down and grind it out, first.

"Mhm," Jessica complied, opening up the book. "Does it matter where I start?"

It doesn't, as long as you keep your head down over those books and grind them out. Yes, grind them out... Meanwhile, behind her head, I took my dick out of my pants and started working my hand, standing just behind the girl. With her being seated, my dick was even occasionally brushed by that lovely, curly ponytail of hers.

"All right, I'm gonna get to it. <Good evening, good sir. Fancy an evening... wit au rady of za night.> Huh. Wait, is this about vampires?"

Be patient, I told her. You're getting there... Try to continue without pausing as best you can.

"Kay, lessee... <For a couple hundured I can show a good time. Did you buring you are own rubbers? I can not afforude to pay fo za chirude. Follow me upstars. I am sorry I did not have time to clean up aftah za rast man, but you are za turude tonight.> ... Mr. Player, this is seriously about vampires, isn't it? Wait, he's wearing a rubber what?"

It'll all... make sense, Jessica... the good part... is next...!

"Okay, okay, don't get upset!" Jessica misinterpreted my exertion, keeping her head down and continuing to tickle me unintentionally with that blonde hair. "<Gentlemen ruike zis... number. It rueaves... ritteru... to za imaginashun. I can terru you aruready got big. You got a... thing... for burondes?>"

Yes, Jessica. Yes...!

"<Urook at zis, is aruready wet. You can... entury... at any time. I have arru night for you, misutah P... P...> Ugh. This word is weird. How do you pronounce it?"

Well, it is a weird name. Player.

"Oh... Huh. <Mis-tah Pul-ay-yer>." Jessica paused, then leaned her head back contempatively. Ah... that ponytail was all over me now! I couldn't stand it. "Say, you're Mr. Player, right? Is this a story about-"

No, Jessica! You're supposed to keep reading! If you turn around now, I can't cum in that lovely hair of yours...!

Ah. Unfortunate. I ended up giving Jessica more than a lesson. I ended up giving her a face full of my excitement. Sorry, Jessica.

This is where I had expected to get clobbered by Jessica. I probably wouldn't die from that, but I might easily fall ****. That'd mean the end, since I'd be easy pickings for a real killer.

Instead, Jessica began to cough, as if she was **** on my cum. That wasn't right, though... none had entered her mouth, for better or worse... No! This was...!

"Child of Man. You remember the rules, right? You have something important to do now."

Shit! That was right! There was a way Jessica could die much earlier than being killed as a sacrifice to reach the Golden Land! But... if I was the one causing it, it couldn't happen, right? I'm not capable of killing anyone, right?! But shit, that beautiful Jessica is having an attack, and looking like that! My love was never supposed to lead to this. I'm sorry, Jessica! There has to be something I can do...