I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 92: Pull Out [R-18+]

Chapter 92: Pull Out [R-18+]

"What, you think you’re hot stuff just ’cause your dick’s big? Pfft," she scoffed.

If it weren’t for these damn restraints, I’d have already flipped her over and gone at her ’til she passed out. But nope, stuck like this, it was a total letdown.

"Stay still and don’t mess with me. Haa," she warned, peeling off the sleeveless top she’d rolled up while straddling me. As she straightened up, a few drops of her juices trickled down her thigh.

She’s soaked, I noted silently, watching her every move.

"Whoa," she breathed out, short and sharp, then turned away.

Tessa spun around, facing away from me now, leaning forward into a new position. She gripped my thighs with her hands and lifted her hips just enough.

Then, with one quick move, she grabbed my dick again and aimed it right back at her pussy.

Oh, she’s not done yet, I thought, raising an eyebrow.

squeak—

Spot on. Tessa slid me back inside, then leaned back against me, pinning my lower body down tight so I couldn’t move how I wanted.

thrust—

"Hmm," I grunted.

"Hmm," she moaned back, low and dirty.

She sank down fully this time, no hesitation, straight to business. Grabbing my knees for leverage, Tessa started rocking her hips up and down, slamming into me hard.

thump— thump— thump—

Maybe it was her holding my legs, or this awkward position, but I couldn’t take the lead. Timing my thrusts was a nightmare, the pace was all hers now.

"Hmm! Haha!" she laughed, wild and breathless.

"Whoa," I muttered, half-impressed.

"Ha, haha! Screw you, stop it," she gasped out.

thump— thump— thump—

Even without her saying much, my dick wasn’t slowing down. First time I’d seen a girl move like this from the top, leaning back, it was raw, messy, and kinda hot in a way I couldn’t unsee.

With her bent forward like that, everything was on display. The way my dick slid in and out of her pussy was crystal clear, and every twitch of her ass as I thrust deeper? Yeah, I saw that too.

Tessa was sprawled face-down on the bed, her body pressed into the sheets. I could see everything—my dick sliding in and out of her, the slick connection between us, and her twitching ass, pulsing every time I thrust. It was all right there, raw and unfiltered.

"Haha! Oh, man, this feels so damn good!" Tessa laughed, her voice wild and free. Whatever weird tension had sparked between us earlier was long gone.

She clamped her hands around my legs, gripping tight, and rocked her hips with a fire I hadn’t seen before. Up until now, she’d matched my rhythm, but not anymore. She’d flipped the script—this was sex on her terms, her pace.

"Hey. Not bad," I said, grinning. It wasn’t my usual style, but it still hit the spot.

I couldn’t help but think back. Tessa used to strut across stages in glittery costumes, all smiles and energy, dancing like the world was hers. Now here she was, flat on her stomach, treating my dick like her personal plaything. That twitching ass of hers, flapping with every move—it grossed me out a little, if I’m honest.

"Hmm! Haha! Haa!" she moaned, loud and shameless.

The sound of her hips slamming into me filled the room. She didn’t let up—hell, she sped up, like she was racing herself.

"Girl’s got stamina," I thought, impressed despite myself.

"Haaa. Oh, this is too good," I muttered, feeling the edge creeping closer. For once, I might finish before she did. Worth it, though—she’d been teasing herself with her hands long before I even got involved.

"I’m gonna cum. It’s close," I warned, my voice tight.

"Ugh! Ha! If you cum inside, it’s going online!" she shot back, grinning wickedly. Her hips kicked into overdrive, like she was daring me to do it.

Tessa—real name Tessa—had stumbled into her kinks for a pretty obvious reason. After quitting the idol life, she’d been left with no job, no spotlight, just drifting. But her fame and killer looks still pulled guys in like moths to a flame.

In her early twenties, free from her agency’s leash, she dove headfirst into dating. Met all kinds of dudes. At first, she was like any other girl—sweet dates, flirty nights, the usual stuff.

Then came this one guy. Perfect on paper, but a total sub in bed. He begged for all sorts of wild things, and humoring him flipped a switch in her.

Tessa realized she loved being the one in charge.

She still remembered the first time she tied him up and jerked him off till he lost it—electric, unforgettable. After that, she leaned hard into it, chasing that rush.

When they split, vanilla sex couldn’t cut it anymore. To scratch that itch, she didn’t just watch adult streams—she started inviting guys over, filming SM videos to feed her cravings.

"Oh, it’s so big!" she gasped, cursing under her breath as my dick stretched her.

Streaming had turned her life around. She was happier now—satisfied, flush with cash. Filming and broadcasting gave her a high, and the money? Probably more than she’d ever made as an idol.

The Tessa I met today went by "Zane" online. She—, actually—had been a huge supporter for a while. I hadn’t crunched the numbers, but it felt like he’d dropped over twenty thousand three hundred forty-seven dollars on me. When a fan like that asked to meet IRL, turning him down wasn’t really an option. Plus, "Zane" usually just watched guys get dominated online—now he wanted me to play the perfect victim.

Meeting him threw me at first. He was a guy, way younger than I’d pictured—mid-twenties, tops. I’d been nervous, but the more I thought about it, the more it clicked. Torturing this random kid could be a blast.

"Uh! Ngh!" Tessa groaned, lost in it.

"Haa. I’m into this way too much..." I thought, half-laughing at myself. She always bragged about banging tons of guys, but I could tell she’d never had one like me. My size, my build—I was solid. I’d met big dudes before, sure, but half the time their dicks were soft, floppy even when you got them going. Not me. Hard as steel.

"Hmm!" she hummed, totally distracted by it.

She’d tied me up earlier, teasing from above, but even now, pinned under her, it felt like she owned the show. This was new—since figuring out what I liked, I’d never felt this helpless, this hooked on someone else’s vibe. Her dick, her control—it had me reeling.

"Haa," I breathed, fighting the urge to just let go and beg for more. But Tessa snapped out of her daze and made a move. With a quick tug, she pulled me out of her, right at the peak. Big call, perfect timing.

Then she flipped the script. She spun around, grabbed my legs so I couldn’t budge, and climbed back on, riding me at her speed. Fast, relentless. I owed him for all that cash he’d spent, sure, but I wasn’t here just to please him—I wanted my fun too.

Face-down, she kept going, her ass on full display, no shame in sight.

"Ah, this feels so good..." she moaned, voice dripping with bliss.

This was my first time with a dick this big, this hard. It blew my mind. For once, I stopped thinking—just moved my hips, chasing the feeling. Every thrust sent a jolt through me, pleasure rattling my bones.

"It feels so damn good..." Tessa moaned, her voice spilling out raw and honest. She wasn’t the type to admit she enjoyed a guy this much—usually, she’d play it cool—but today, she couldn’t hold it in. She needed to let this feeling loose, to say it out loud.

I couldn’t stop thinking how perfect it’d be if my dick stayed this big, this hard forever. It was unreal, driving into her like this.

The slick sound of me sliding in and out hadn’t slowed down one bit—it was still going strong, relentless.

"I’m gonna cum. It’s close," I grunted, feeling it build.

"Haaa. I like it so much... I love this dick..." Tessa purred, her words hitting me like a shockwave.

"Ugh! Ha! If you cum inside, it’s going online!" she added, half-laughing, half-daring me. It wasn’t what I expected—her voice was wild, hungry. Truth is, it’d been ages since she’d let anyone go raw inside her. After some sloppy hookups in the past, she’d stuck to condoms with strangers. But today? She was losing it, craving the real thing.

"Ah... the hot cum pouring in..." she murmured, her hips speeding up. She was chasing a memory—some long-lost moment of a guy unloading inside her. Part of her screamed to stop me, to play it safe, but another part, louder, begged to feel it again.

The rhythm pounded harder, faster.

"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" I gasped, right on the edge.

"Hmm!" she hummed, tense and ready.

Squeak.

"Ugh! If you pull it out now—!" I started, but she was too quick.