Delilah's long, dark hair flowed down her back as she sat at her desk. She intensely concentrated on her computer screen, her back straight, her breasts jutting out, and her nimble fingers flicked back and forth the keyboard and manipulated her mouse with extreme precision. On the screen, Delilah's elf avatar responded to her masterful commands, valiantly keeping the raid alive despite the marked incompetence of others who didn't watch the strategy video beforehand. World of Warcraft was one of Delilah's favorite games, but like other devoted players, she yearned for a stable guild with competent members. She had been in her current guild for a month and was thinking of looking for yet another one. Her guild mates barked orders back and forth as she frantically healed them, and cursed the hunters under her breath for once again being incapable of not standing in fire, and for the back-up tank once again missing his cue to take aggro.
Since Delilah was alone in her room, she sat in her underwear. She always felt that pants were overly restrictive and tried to wear them as little as possible, only reluctantly putting on even pajama pants when company was over or her dad, Bruce, was home and awake. Since it was late and her bedroom door was closed, however, she was free to dress as minimally as she desired without feeling self-conscious.
Most of the others in the raid were guys, but Delilah had no problem with that. Due to her interests, she had been hanging out with boys since a young age, and was well-versed in shutting down any male that crossed a line. After one of the raid wipes, Delilah let slip in group chat that she was sitting in her computer chair in only her panties. She said it casually, unintentionally causing more than half of the raid to have to readjust their sitting positions due to expanding lumps.
Delilah sometimes thought her voice sounded too child-like, but it went perfectly with her angelic face and small frame. She was 5'2", 135 pounds and knew she could get anything she asked for if she combined it with her beautiful eyes looking up at a man in a puppy dog face. She looked much more like her mother, who was ethnically Chinese, than her father, who was a Euro-mutt. One of her favorite photos was of herself at six years old sitting on the grass with her parents. Her daddy looked so happy. It was taken shortly before her mother was taken by aggressive cancer. Bruce always kept a brave face for his daughter, never letting her see him cry, but he couldn't hide his sadness. Delilah never told her father that in the year after her mother passed, she had occasionally overheard him cry out for his wife in his sleep. As far as Delilah knew, he hadn't seriously dated since then, but as the years went on, Delilah grew to look more and more like her mother. Delilah had a distinctly different personality and in many ways was her mom's opposite, but someone looking at the photo now could easily mistake Delilah for her father's wife. In fact, that already happened out on the street. One time, a drunk woman had berated Delilah for having a "sugar daddy," which at the time confused Delilah since she didn't know what that meant. While Delilah brushed off the experience, her daddy, was flustered by it and spent a long time alone in his bedroom with the door closed when they got home.
Like many others girls, Delilah unnecessarily felt like she needed to lose weight, but most men would have thought that idea to be ridiculous. For one thing, doing so would reduce the size of her DD cup breasts and also risk shrinking her ass. Both features made her body a fine prize for the man who would own it. She knew she was somewhat attractive, at least enough for guys to hit on her, but unbeknownst to Delilah, numerous males had seen her curvaceous body and fantasized about tying her down and breeding her until delicious milk flowed from her breasts.
Back in her game, Delilah valiantly tried to save her raid as she heard a buzzing from her nightstand. Someone had been sending texts for the last few minutes, but she had been ignoring them to be sure that she followed her prescribed role to a T even as one guildmate after another died. Once again, the guild leader's girlfriend, another healer, wasn't prioritizing the tank at a crucial moment. And once again, the guild leader barked criticism to everyone except the girl he was boning. They had been trying to beat this raid boss for hours now and morale was low and the lack of criticism for the one useless person there was obvious to everyone. After an uncomfortable discussion among the guild leadership, it was decided to call it a night.
Delilah sighed audibly as she took off her headset to go grab her phone. As she suspected, all of the unread messages were from her best friend Lacy. They were all along the lines of, "OMG," "txt me," and "I'm so proud!"
Delilah texted back, "What is it?"
Lucy replied, "I went over an hour!" and then proceeded to call Delilah to brag about her latest achievement.
Delilah listened to her friend describe her joy at keeping a cock on edge before jubilantly gulping down its enormous load. The pants-less gamer girl began to fidget in her seat as she once more heard her friend describe her favorite activity almost like a general of an army outlining her latest conquest, while boasting of her abilities and brimming with pride.
While her friend talked, Delilah thought about how it all started. Lacy used to be the type who loved fairy tales and imagined having a prince sweep her off her feet, and thus thought a lot about boys. She wanted a relationship, but her strict parents had tried their best to "keep her in line," and that meant scaring off any boys who came near her and throwing away any clothes that were deemed too sexy so that she looked as plain as possible. Lacy couldn't wait to get out of the house and became much happier after getting a part time job, moving into her own place, and attending the local community college, where Delilah was also enrolled. Once exposed to the real world, Lacy rapidly learned what boys wanted and that the key to being happy wasn't an unrealistic storybook romance with a boring prince. After a number of dates, she started focusing on older men. Lacy felt they appreciated her more, especially once they found out about her talent and obsession. You see, as far as Lacy is concerned, the key to any girl finding and keeping a quality man around is to learn to enjoy spending time on her knees and between his legs.
Lacy's change from a discontent, chaste virgin to euphoric, cum-drunk slut wasn't as immediate as it might look to an outside observer. While rebelling against her overly conservative parents and living under their roof, Lacy read erotic stories online and discovered many things about herself. She loved dressing slutty with the clothes she successfully hid from them and would fuck herself to sleep thinking of all the hard penises that she caused as she flirted with every man she was even remotely attracted to. Lacy overflowed with confidence.
While not one to brag, Lacy considered herself not just a good girl, but possibly the best girl a man could ever have, for one single reason. She loved cock. In fact, she worshiped it. The only problem was if a guy wanted Lacy all to himself; that just wasn't going to happen. There was just too much semen to swallow, and Lacy was the girl to do it.
Lacy once described to Delilah the first time she saw a hard, manly dick in person. She asked her math teacher after class one day if there was anything she could do to help her grade, being sure to emphasize "anything" and then licking her lips while looking down at his crotch. Lacy was doing well enough, being a decent student, but she had masturbated to teacher/student porn so much that she couldn't help herself from trying out some of the cliche lines. Her stomach filled with butterflies as her teacher walked to the door to lock it, then sat down and took out his cock. Lacy was naturally drawn to it and the normally loquacious teen was rendered speechless. The texture, the smell, the taste, everything about it filled her with joy. Even though her first cock was simply average, she loved the feelings that washed over her as she explored it, lavishing it with praise and adoration. She orgasmed when the first jet of semen rushed into her mouth and has been hooked since.
Lacy's desire for a traditional relationship quickly evaporated after she experienced the euphoria of cock worship, her mind going blank with pleasure. She became known in certain circles as the girl with a vacuum for a mouth. This was an exaggeration, of course, because while she was definitely eager to drop to her knees when given the opportunity, she preferred to extend her ecstasy as long as possible. In reality, she spent most of her time worshiping the male organ by keeping it on edge with delicate, subtle movements of her tongue, being sure to use her hands only minimally. She believed cocks deserved to be properly serviced by eager mouths that treated the service as an art form that showed respect. Not that there was anything wrong with jerking a cock with her small hands, but oral ministrations were so much more intimate and fulfilling. When it came time for the cock to ejaculate, however, she couldn't help but clamp down on it, suck in her cheeks, roll her pierced tongue around the shaft, and roll her eyes back in her head as she shuddered with the pleasure of a job well done.
However, she was careful not to get that reputation from the boys at her school. Instead, she got nice and comfortable under the desks of her professors and a few of her friends' dads. Lacy was quite the queen of blowjobs to those lucky enough to be in her regular rotation. The problem was, for some guys, that's all she wanted to do. She had a hard time going more than a day without kneeling between the legs of a man, entering an almost reverential, trance-like state where she lost track of time.
"...it was soooo tough to not swallow any while he was cumming, but I kept my lips tight and collected every drop!" Delilah focused back on the conversation and could tell that Lacy was clearly very proud of herself.
