Nine months ago
The woman on her knees in front of me casually brushed her long blonde hair out of her face so that she could look me in the eyes. Grabbing my cock by its base, she prepared to take me in her mouth, never breaking eye contact. My breath hitched as her luscious lips inched closer and closer…
“Fucking seriously, dude?”
I ripped the VR goggles off my head and turned towards the voice. The bright afternoon light was slightly disorienting after having been immersed in my “fantasy” for the past hour.
Standing a few feet away with an amused grin was my roommate's girlfriend, Chrissy.
Embarrassed, I grabbed a pillow and attempted to cover myself.
“Chrissy? What the actual fuck?”
“That’s an impressive cock. You do realize that, with just a little effort, you could probably have sex with a real woman.”
As she was talking, her fingers traced a slow line up her bare thigh, and she fidgeted with the hem of her very short skirt, pushing it up before catching herself and dropping her hand. I don’t think she realized that I noticed. Or maybe that was her intent. Fuck, she’s my roommate’s girlfriend. I mumbled to myself, “Don’t go there.”
“Seriously, how in the hell did you get in here? Did Eric give you a key? Fuck! We talked about this.”
“Chill out. Eric didn’t give me a key. We were on our way out of town, and he realized that he forgot his sunglasses. He’s waiting in the car downstairs, double-parked.”
I took a deep breath. “Can you please turn away for a minute?”
As she turned around, she laughed. “For a guy creating ‘the next big thing’ in virtual porn, you can be a real prude. You know that, right?” Clearing her throat, she added, “And there are certain things that a girl can never un-see.”
Yup. Definitely flirting with me. Awkward.
I quickly grabbed my pants from around my ankles and pulled them up. Then I grabbed my t-shirt and slipped it over my head.
“Okay, you can turn back around now.” Pointing across the room, I said, “I think I saw Eric’s sunglasses on the dining room table. Over there.”
As she walked across the apartment, she asked, “Do you seriously think anyone is actually going to spend money on your virtual smut-verse?”
“First of all, it’s the Lushverse. And secondly, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I huffed defensively.
She was right. I had been obsessed with this project for well over a year now, literally spending nearly every non-working waking hour trying to create something unique. And all I had to show for it was nothing more than a virtual stroke-fest. It didn’t come close to what someone who actually left their apartment and engaged with other humans might experience in real life.
But I had a vision. When you become part of this universe I was creating, the Lushverse, you would have access to thousands of AI-driven Lushbots. And if you didn’t find something you liked, you could spin up a custom Lushbot in seconds. If you can dream it, you can literally fuck it.
But here’s what makes this different, my big selling point: what I was creating would be more than just cyber sex with a Lushbot. Once there is an established user base, you will be able to have sex with another person. Well, virtually. With a few customized accessories, which I was also diligently working on perfecting, the experience would be incredibly realistic.
Imagine the sensation of real penetration and/or being penetrated. Not just watching, unless that’s your thing. That is the differentiator in what I was creating. Anyone will be able to have life-changing sexual experiences anytime, anywhere, all without needing to awkwardly engage with another person. But here is the best part. If you did want to interact with others, that would be an option. Well, again, virtually. Hell, considering the rapid advances in AI, in some cases you may never even know for sure if it was another person on the other end.
Speaking of reality, I took a deep breath and looked at the woman standing a few feet away. “How long were you standing there?” I asked.
“Long enough to know that you were really into whatever was going on in the fancy goggles of yours,” she said with a playful smirk. Pointing to the coffee table, she asked, “And what is that? Is that one of those cock sleeves I’ve seen online?”
“I don’t know what kind of websites you frequent…” I started, before realizing I didn’t know where I was going. Mental note to self… Think before you speak.
“Obviously you and Eric don’t talk about our sex life,” she said boldly. This was a woman who was clearly comfortable with her sexuality. And with a body like hers, I understood why. In fact, and I would never admit this to anyone, a handful of my Lushbots may be loosely based on her.
“Um, no. Eric and I don’t talk about his sex life,” I mumbled. “Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve ever spent the night at our place.”
“Well, let’s just say that I am very enthusiastic. And not having a roommate does have its perks.”
Looking at her watch, she quickly shifted gears. “Oh shit, Eric’s waiting. Gotta fly. Later, pervert!”
Before she passed through the threshold, she turned my way and said, “You know, if you ever need beta testers, I’d be open to playing with that. I fucking love sex. And what you’ve got going on there, technically, that’s not cheating, right?”
And just like that, with a wicked grin and wink, she was gone.
This morning
It’s amazing how fast technology evolves. Between advances in virtual reality hardware, new protocols around connected devices, and new LLMs being released almost daily, things are moving fast. What started as a novel idea has now morphed into something I couldn’t have possibly envisioned only a few short months ago.
And the best part was that I was a month away from pitching to investors and sharing my vision with the world.
I turned as I heard the door to our apartment open.
“What’s up, pervert?”
Holding a bag full of fresh product, Chrissy kicked the door closed behind her. As she passed the dining room table, she glanced down at dozens of goggles and what appeared to be a pile of sex toys. As she looked around the room, she noticed dozens of boxes.
Setting her bag on the kitchen counter, she stared at the table. “What’s all this?”
“Final POC goggles and accessories. I am so fucking close! I have secured some beta testers, and if this goes well, I will start my pitches to VCs soon. Oh, and I will have groups of testers popping in throughout the day to pick up their kits.”
“You are fucking lucky that you have an understanding roommate. You know that, right? Most people would lose their shit if they walked in and saw this,” she said sarcastically.
Around four months ago, Chrissy and Eric had broken up. The reality was that he was out of his league and he couldn’t keep up with her. Heartbroken, Eric quit his job, packed up his stuff, and left the city, leaving me without a roommate and with a lease that I couldn’t afford on my own.
A few days after Eric moved out, I received a text from Chrissy. Her apartment building was being converted into high-end condos, and she was desperate to find a new place to live. Knowing Eric had moved out, she was hoping she could take over his part of the lease.
I never had a female roommate before, and was initially reluctant. But Chrissy was persistent. And I needed a roommate.
One thing about Chrissy was that she enjoyed sex. Like really, really enjoyed sex. To be fair, she had alluded to that in the past. But it turned out that she loved sex. It wasn’t unusual for Chrissy to bring guys home multiple times every week. Occasionally she’d bring home another woman instead. And the paper-thin walls quickly removed any lingering doubts I may have had.
Outside of being a sex starved nymph, Chrissy turned out to be a perfect roommate. She was courteous, she paid her share of the rent on time, and she matched my OCD in terms of cleanliness, current state of the apartment excluded.
Laughing, I answered the question I knew was coming. “I know you think I’m crazy with my little endeavor. But I am really, really close. This is the equivalent of human drug trials.”
“It sounds like you’ve created a drug to cure cancer,” she said with a smirk.
“Based on my experiences, this might be better than a cure for cancer,” I joked. “I am putting together kits for each of the testers. The idea is that, regardless of how a user engages with Lushverse, whether that is with another person or a Lushbot, they will be treated to an incredibly realistic sexual experience, all thanks to the marvel of modern technology.”
Raising her eyebrows and reaching down, she grabbed what appeared to be a massive dildo covered in sensors. She took a moment, trying to process what she was holding. Turning it upside down, she read the number stamped into the base. It was easily the size of her wrist. “Realistic? Yeah…” she quipped. “What does ‘7’ mean?”
“I know what you are thinking… Some guys will probably try to convince everyone else in the Lushverse that he is hung like a… I don’t know. Are porn stars even that big?”
“Well, I haven’t fucked a porn star. Yet. But I’ve seen some impressive cocks.” In that moment, it suddenly felt like she was undressing me with her eyes. “But no, I’ve never experienced anyone quite this big.”
Rolling my eyes at her, I picked up one of the headsets and put it on, adjusting the strap. “This is what makes this revolutionary. If you are a guy, the first step is to get yourself hard. And get your mind out of the gutter. I am not going to jack off in front of you,” I chuckled. “The goggles scan your cock. Well, it technically scans your entire body. And through the magic of AI, it automatically calculates the length and girth of your cock. So, if you make an online connection, everything stays grounded in reality.”
“And what if someone wants to take a spin with this beast?”
If I didn’t know better, I thought I saw Chrissy sneak a glance at my crotch. And was that a little drool seeping from the corner of her mouth?
Instinctively, I shook my head and proceeded. “That is where the Lushbots come in. You have the option of having sex with a real person or an AI-based Lushbot. If you want to engage with a real person, you search for a specific profile. You can filter by body type and the size of their, um, assets. Then you can engage with that person in a virtual lounge. Think of it as a virtual first date, with the intent of fucking.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she said with a knowing smile.
“Yeah. Of course you don’t. Anyways, unlike everything else in a user’s profile, assets are locked down and cannot be edited. So you find someone you are interested in, when you're ready, you can take things into a virtual private room. Or, if you are in an exhibitionist mood, you can put on a show for others. And if you want, how did you put it earlier, to ‘take a spin on that beast’ and nobody is packing anything comparable, you can bypass the social aspect of the Lushverse and go directly to a Lushbot. If you choose that door, there is no kink shaming and the sky is the limit, assuming you aren’t breaking any laws. But that is another conversation.”
“So, if I go the human route, I know exactly what a guy is packing. What about everything else? Body? Face?”
“All in his profile. But here is where the lines between fantasy and reality start to blur. You can also create an avatar that in no way resembles you in real life. The only thing holding you back is your imagination.”
I paused to let her process what I was saying. “Here’s the catch… There are four settings you can choose from. Two of those settings are human, real users, and avatar users. And then there are Lushbots. You have options. Real or avatar. Human or Lushbot. Reality, fantasy, or fantasy on steroids. But if you choose a human, you know you are interacting with flesh and blood in real time, virtually.”
“You said ‘four options.’ That was only three.”
“Very observant. You can also roll the dice. When in the public areas of the Lushverse, you’ll be surrounded by both humans and Lushbots. Some people will appear as themselves, while others will use avatars. Depending on what you choose, it’ll either be clear if someone is human or a bot. For example, if you enable the ‘bot/not” setting, humans will have a green aura, and Lushbots will have a pink aura. If you toggle the setting off, there will be no auras. The avatar thing, well, that won’t be as obvious until you interact directly with that person and see if they have a public-facing profile.”
“You’ve focused on dicks. What about chicks?”
“Same concept. At least in terms of bust size and if her breasts are real or not.”
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “You guys and your fucking obsession with tits. I don’t get it.”
“You’re missing the point. My thought is that ideally all users, regardless of gender, would scan their entire body, neck down. When it comes down to the virtual experience of fucking another person, I want that to be as genuine as possible.”
Chrissy gave me a skeptical look. “I don’t get the whole profile thing, especially if this is mostly about fulfilling fantasies.”
“I’ve been thinking about where these virtual encounters could lead. Here’s the thing… Some of these encounters could lead to real-life encounters. Maybe even more, if you want. But if you are just there to play, you have the option of hiding your profile.”
When Chrissy didn’t say anything, I proceeded. I hadn’t shared this part with anyone yet and I was curious how she would respond.
“If this plays out the way I envision it, I could easily put more than one dating website out of business. Think of it this way… If you choose a real person who has a shared profile, you will know a lot about them: age, income bracket, profession, interests. Really everything except their name. And you’ll have the opportunity to test the merchandise in a safe, secure environment. If you are just in the Lushverse to play, that’s fine. But if you want more, and sex is important to you, there won’t be any surprises if you eventually hook up in real life.”
Snatching another one of the objects from the table, I casually flipped it in the air and caught it by the base, holding it out so she could clearly see the number ‘3’ displayed on the bottom. “I’ve only got seven shapes and sizes right now, but envision having more custom packages down the road, no pun intended.
“Are you suggesting that each of these numbers represent the shape and size of a guy's cock?”
“Exactly. Each guy’s profile will have a number associated with it, which represents their approximate length and girth. It’s like condom sizes. Close, but not perfect.”
“And for someone who wanted to experience a female? Or maybe some guy-on-guy action?”
I reached across the table and grabbed one of the sleeves. “Same idea. And I have multiple shapes and sizes, each emulating different vaginas. Some have thick, meaty labia. Others are smaller. And like the fake dicks, you will notice numbers engraved on each, which align with each woman’s profile.”
“And what about oral sex? Sometimes a girl’s kitty needs some special loving.”
“I’ve got you covered.” I held up something that resembled a rounded inhaler. “Suction vibrators.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“Like everything you see here, you choose the appropriate accessory based on your partner. Or accessories, if you’re feeling adventurous. The software automatically syncs everything.”
“You’ve thought about everything, haven’t you?”
“Wait, there's more,” I said, barely able to contain my excitement. “We’ve talked about penetration. But what about touch?” Reaching into a box, I pulled out a lightweight haptic bodysuit, with Velcro closures over the groin area. The suit tracks your body position, gives you insight into your partner’s body position, and uses tactile sensations to simulate touch, pressure, and warmth. And the accessories then provide additional physical feedback on top of that. Thus, a comprehensive immersive experience.”
“Wow,” she said, clearly impressed.
“Oh, and the goggles! They have sensors and a built-in microphone. You can toggle between a traditional POV experience or view yourself from a distance, as if you’re having an out-of-body experience. And we haven’t even talked about the AI yet. It learns about you based on your activities in the Lushverse, and it can even act as a coach, whispering suggestions into your ear if you are inexperienced or are interested in exploring a new kink.”
Chrissy took a minute to process everything I’d thrown at her. She then gave me a skeptical look. “And how do you fit into the Lushverse? Are you like some god with omnipotent powers?”
“Technically, I can go in as an admin, if needed. But for the most part, I am no different than any other user. Well, outside of the fact that I’ve been playing in the Lushverse for much longer and have substantial experience interacting with the Lushbots.”
“So my roommate is a secret man-whore,” she suggested with a sly grin. “How many kits do you have?”
I shook my head at her remark. “One hundred kits. All gender neutral. I don’t want to hold people back if they are feeling, um, experimental.”
“Where did you find these testers?”
“Mostly online forums. Once you venture down certain rabbit holes, you’d be amazed at who you meet. I had specific criteria and was pleasantly surprised by how easily I found enough interested participants. In fact, I had to turn a few dozen potential testers away.”
I noticed Chrissy suddenly look away. I could tell she wanted to ask me something. Fuck me. When she had walked in on me a few months ago, she suggested that she wanted to be part of the beta program. She was clearly disappointed that I didn’t extend an invite. To be honest, I didn’t even think about it.
Before I could apologize for the oversight, she blurted, “This may be inappropriate, considering we’re roommates… At the risk of sounding like a complete slut, I am just gonna say it. I am probably way more experienced than any of your ‘testers’. Any chance one of those kits isn’t spoken for?”
I tried not to grin. “You are right, I do have a pervert for a roommate.”
She pouted at my non-answer as I started organizing the gear into smaller piles and putting everything in discreet mesh bags.
This evening
Over the next few hours, groups of testers stopped by. I explained to each group how to start the process and what to expect in the Lushverse, both when engaging with real people and with Lushbots. I encouraged everyone to play with both other testers and Lushbots, both as themselves and using avatars. Finally, I answered any questions or concerns anyone had.
I looked down at my watch. It was a little after 10 o’clock. Fortunately, it was Saturday night, so I didn’t have to get up early the next day. There were two mesh bags left on the table. Looking at my phone, I noticed a missed text. One of my testers had gotten cold feet. Something about concerns around how I might ‘use their data’.
I considered reaching out to one of the people I turned away. But then I looked across the apartment. Chrissy was curled up on the corner of the couch with a book and a glass of wine. ‘Why not,’ I thought to myself.
I cleared my throat and called her over.
As she approached the dining room, I gestured at the two unclaimed mesh bags. “You are in luck. One of my testers backed out, and I have an extra kit. Just keep it down. You probably haven’t noticed, but the walls are pretty thin.”
Chrissy looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “Thank you!” she squealed as she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me on the lips.
I think she felt my cock stiffen in response because she pulled back as quickly as she came at me. “Oh shit, that wasn’t appropriate. Sorry.”
I just laughed awkwardly, as I casually adjusted myself. “I get it. You’re excited. You do love sex. I just hope that this exceeds your wildest expectations.”
Changing the subject, she noticed that there were two bags on the table. “I thought only one of your testers backed out?”
“All brand new; they just arrived this morning. One is mine.”
She quickly snagged one of the mesh bags and hurried down the hall toward her bedroom. Before closing the door, she turned toward me. “Is this the first time you’ve had real people in the Lushverse?”
I nodded nervously.
“Well, have fun,” she said with a provocative wink. “And remember, thin walls.”
Now
It’s been two hours since Chrissy retreated to her bedroom.
Had I mentioned that the walls were thin? If I wasn’t mistaken, I had indeed exceeded her expectations.
I have to focus. I’ve spent an obscene number of hours interacting with Lushbots, developing and testing accessories, and perfecting the user experience. Tonight is the first time I’ll have the opportunity to engage with real people.
I slowly undress and put on my haptic suit. I then crawl onto my bed and get comfortable. Next to me, carefully spread out, are some accessories. I pull on my goggles and power up the system.
The Lushverse comes online. I can see that there are 86 testers scattered throughout the Lushverse, in addition to hundreds of Lushbots. Considering it was the middle of the night, I am impressed with the turnout.
Moving through the room, I head to a viewing area in the back of the room. Tucked against the wall is a stage featuring a large bed. Kneeling on the bed and kissing, with their hands all over each other, are two absolutely stunning women. One is wearing a little black dress that could have been painted on her, leaving nothing to the imagination. The other is wearing dusty rose lingerie. That’s when I realize that my ‘bot/not’ setting had defaulted to ‘not’, making it impossible to differentiate between humans and Lushbots. I pull up my virtual control panel and change the setting. Surprisingly, both are human.
Like many of the others, I am wearing an avatar. It depicts me as a character from the cover of a romance novel, tall with broad shoulders and rippling muscles.
Seeing me staring, one of the women points at me and motions for me to join them. Oh shit. My first encounter with another person. Make that two people. And it’s about to go down in the public viewing area. Welcome to a whole new era in the Lushverse!
Knowing there were eyes on me, I confidently approach, joining the women on the bed. Normally, that would be out of character for me, but part of the appeal of the Lushverse is the opportunity to be someone you’re not.
As the woman in the black dress turns to kiss me, I pull up both of their profiles. The woman in the black dress is Kelly, age 26 and from Hell's Kitchen. The other woman has her profile hidden. I pull back from the kiss to see the mystery woman peeling Kelly’s dress down and wrapping her mouth around a stiff nipple. I can feel Kelly’s hot breath on my shoulder as she moans.
Reaching around the other woman, I slide the strap off her shoulder. Her lingerie falls away, revealing a lacy g-string, stockings, and a garter belt. Reaching around her, I take her tits in my hands and squeeze her stiff nubs between my thumb and forefinger. She moans into Kelly as I proceed to drop a hand between her legs. She is drenched. Releasing Kelly’s nipple, she turns and kisses me as Kelly’s hand finds mine and our intertwined fingers circle her clit.
With my free hand, I reach for the hem of my snug black t-shirt and pull it off. I feel hands fumbling with my belt, unbuttoning my pants, and reaching for my cock, which is already rock hard and dripping with anticipation.
Pulling away, the mystery woman says in a low, husky, yet oddly familiar voice, “Wow, it looks like someone is packing a solid ‘7’. It’s our lucky night!”
“Sure is,” Kelly adds. “My name’s Kelly. And before tonight is done, I can guarantee you’ll be screaming it, over and over.”
The next thing I know, I am on my back, my pants are off, and there is not just one, but two mouths on my cock. Both women take turns, seeing who could take more of me. Fuck, as amazing as Lushbots are, nothing beats the real thing!
I let my head fall back and close my eyes. When I open them, I see Kelly pulling her dress over her head. She is not wearing anything underneath. She proceeds to rub her glistening pussy before pushing her new friend aside and straddling my cock. As she sinks onto me, she starts gyrating her hips, taking more and more until she eventually bottoms out.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” she exclaims as she starts fucking me with an enthusiasm I have never experienced in real life.
Here is the thing. I am above average. Maybe not a ‘7’, but close enough that most of my previous partners had a hard time handling me. Kelly is unlike any of my previous partners and quickly acclimates to my size.
I am so focused on Kelly riding me that I don’t notice her friend moving. She throws one leg over my face and slides her g-string to the side, revealing a beautiful, waxed pussy. Accepting the invitation, I attack her with my mouth.
Meanwhile, sensing that Kelly is getting close, I grab her by the hips and thrust into her with everything I have. Suddenly, she plants herself down, and I can feel her clench around me as she cums.
“Yes,” she yells at the top of her lungs.
“I am going to cum, I shout into the pussy smothering my face. “Yes! I am cumming, Kelly!”
“Oh god, yes! Fill me up!”
Suddenly, the woman who had been straddling my face jumps up. With a look that could only be described as shock, she bolts away through the lounge. I am too engrossed in the moment, as I maneuver Kelly onto her back and keep fucking her.
I am so engrossed in the moment that I don’t hear my bedroom door open. Nor do I feel the hot breath on my face before I feel lips touching mine and a tongue making its way into my open mouth.
Yanking off my goggles, I see Chrissy, wearing her haptic suit. I can feel heat radiating off her body through the thin material.
Pulling back, she gives me a mischievous grin. “Thin walls. And after the way you just screamed Kelly’s name…”
Before she could finish, my lips find hers, and I reach down between her ample tits, tearing the thin fabric of her suit apart like it was made of paper. At first she gasps. But she quickly recovers and does the same to my suit. Before we know it, we’re both naked.
Reaching down, she takes my cock in her hand, lines me up, and I feel myself inside her. Like Kelly, she starts slow before building up her momentum and fucking me with a relentlessness that I’d never experienced. And like Kelly, I soon feel her pussy tighten around me as she cums on my cock.
I feel like I’m about to burst. Shaking her head, she slides off me and moves onto her hands and knees. “Not yet… Not done with you,” she exclaims.
Grabbing her by the hips, I take control. I push her face into the pillows and impale her with my cock. Again, she doesn’t last long, and before I know it, she is screaming my name as I feel her cum a second time.
Before I can react, Chrissy is moving again. This time facing my raging erection, still glistening with her juices. She takes me in her mouth and starts bobbing her head up and down.
When I tell her I don’t think I’ll last much longer, she pulls back and eagerly strokes my cock. I cum quickly, covering her face, neck, and chest.
As I lean back, trying to catch my breath, Chrissy uses her fingers to wipe the cum away. Then she reaches down, squeezes my cock, and casually says, “You know, your little Lushverse is pretty fucking amazing. But given the choice, I think I’ll take the real thing.” She then pulls me into a passionate kiss before cuddling into me and drifting off to sleep.
Yes, I think to myself as I glance down at the beautiful, real woman in my arms. This is so much better than the Lushverse.
