Total Erotic Recall Part I and II Read online

  Total Erotic Recall Part I and II

  Published by Marie Moody

  At Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 – Marie Moody

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person with whom you share it. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Table of Contents

  Rebecca – Part I

  Rebecca – Part II

  Subject 1: Rebecca - Part 1

  My name is Rebecca, and ever since the Virtual Reality Recall Gaming Corporation opened for business two years ago, I’ve wanted to visit one of their facilities and purchase an experience. I’d read the ongoing business reviews and customer testimonials on how lifelike it was supposed to be, and couldn’t help but wonder if all the reports were true. Unfortunately, the new technology they used was on the cutting edge, and as such, very expensive. The newspapers and magazines advertised that the true-to-life encounters began at $500 per hour, and as much as I was tempted to jump in and just try it for an hour, I didn’t want to do it unless I could afford at least five hours.

  Realistically, I knew that I simply didn’t have that sort of money to spend on spur of the moment entertainment, so I put myself on a budget. I began to cut down my random spending and put the savings aside each month. Then I began to add a little extra to those savings by kicking in few extra dollars each payday, knowing that if I stayed on track, I was going to indulge myself completely.

  Then, after almost a year had passed, it was announced that the company was going to sponsor a customer appreciation lottery and that three winners would be able to claim a whole day in their Recall Department. I was surprised to see that the lottery was open to everyone, current customers and potential new ones alike, so I eagerly filled out the entry form and paid the dollar registration fee that would secure my name in the drawing.

  Since that drawing was several months down the road, I lost track of time and forgot about my entry, until I received the letter informing me that I was one of the winners. I’ll never forget that moment. I had just come home after another long day at work, and was going through the junk mail while I waited for the kettle to boil. I saw the envelope, and recognized the familiar logo and began to shake. When I tore open the envelope and read what it said, I almost passed out. I’ll tell you, I was so excited that day that I could barely contain myself.

  I began to dance and scream aloud in the kitchen. I’m not sure who was louder—me, or the whistle on the billowing kettle. When I was finally able to calm down and read the letter again, I saw that, on the appointed date, I was to arrive an hour early, as they needed to instruct me on what to expect and how to cope with all the amazing things that might happen.

  On the big day, I slowly drove into the empty parking lot as the sun rose above the tree line. I was so early, that I was the first of the three winners to arrive. In fact, I even managed to beat a few of the employees in that morning. Sitting in the car, waiting for the doors to open, I simply allowed myself to enjoy the moment. The car window was down, and I slowly inhaled the cool morning air, enjoying the faint breeze that flowed across my face. I’d waited so long for this moment and suddenly it was here, and I didn’t want to miss a minute.

  When the doors finally opened, all three winners were there, waiting, and we weren’t disappointed. We were warmly welcomed, and photographs were taken to commemorate the big event. After the staff introduced us to our individual guides, they led each of us to our own experience. I was shown to my personal room, where I felt a sense of déjà vu pass over me. I’d seen so many pictures of the specially designed chairs and equipment that it felt as if I’d been there before. The chair that I would sit in was designed with comfortable cushions to support the body. I was also familiar with the equipment that surrounded it, and all the individual pieces that I would utilize. The only thing that was slightly off was my perception of the size of the room; I never expected it to be so large.

  My counselor, a young woman by the name of Lucy, explained that she’d been with the company for two years. She smiled as she led me to the seat, watching the expressions that ran over my face. She told me to make myself comfortable, and once I did, she asked if I’d ever been to Recall before. I told her no, but that I’d read everything about the company, what they offered in their experiences, what they were like, what to expect. She nodded in approval, and said that would help with the explanations and directions she would give.

  When I mentioned the erotic programs, it prompted her to ask me what my innermost desires were, in an effort to direct me through the available programs. When I mentioned that I’d been bisexual for as long as I can remember, but never acted upon it, she nodded her head in understanding. I went on to tell her that just the thought of being able to choose that experience in a safe environment, made this particular program perfect for me.

  She smiled in agreement, and then started to go through the various scenarios they offered, giving in-depth information on what I should expect. She then started fine-tuning what I wanted my experience to include. When she reached the she-male sex programs, I sat up and took notice. One program, in particular, struck my fancy as she explained what it entailed.

  “That one is my particular favorite. You have the best of both worlds with this program. You can be a man, woman, or both at the same time. It’s one of the top ten programs used here, but I have to tell you, it’s very intense,” said Lucy.

  I listened to her words very closely and made the decision.

  “I think I’ll go with this one, Lucy,” I replied.

  “Very well, if you care to place your arms onto the armrests, we can proceed.”

  I did as I was asked and two cushioned metal clamps immediately secured my wrists. Then two of the same sort of clamps secured my ankles, as the chair started to move back and recline. I must have looked startled, because Lucy proceeded to reassure me.

  “They’re for your protection, Rebecca. When you’re immersed into the Recall Program, you will want to move your body, which is only natural, but as your brain will not be totally under your own control, it’s necessary to secure your body in order to keep you safe. We want you to enjoy the experience and possibly come back another day,” said Lucy with a smile, as she sat down in a chair placed alongside me.

  I watched as a large monitor moved in from the side and settled in front of me. It activated to display a list of options; the first was of course the choice of program. Lucy sat forward, and began to go through the available list and made the selection we’d discussed. Moving through the selection process, a level of intensity was offered, and it gave two choices—standard or extreme.

  “If I may make a recommendation to you, I would choose extreme. Trust me, you won’t regret it,” said Lucy.

  “What’s the difference?” I asked.

  “When you choose the standard option, everything that happens to you is something that could happen to you in real life. However, when you choose the extreme option, the things that happen would be virtually impossible in real life.”

  I weighed the possibilities in my mind, and knowing that I was in a safe environment that would allow me to enjoy everything to the fullest without being in any type of danger; I decided to choose the extreme selection. I then looked at the final option in the list. It was a waiver, which I had to accept.

  “Before you indicate that you accept this next option, Rebecca,
I’m instructed to inform you of all possible dangers associated with this program. Until this point, no one has ever come away from the Recall Program with any injuries. However, if certain people were to lie, by concealing the fact that they suffer from epileptic seizures or other types of brain dysfunctions, it could do harm. In effect, when you agree to this option, you are telling us that you suffer no such ailment and that it is safe for you to continue. I immediately said yes to the option, as I didn’t suffer from any brain disorders. Lucy then placed a pair of Recall goggles over my eyes and told me to relax.

  “My only other question Rebecca is where would you like to start? You have three options here; you can start off from the Recall chair itself, in an office at work or at home?”

  “I think I’d like to start from home, which would be the most familiar,” I replied.

  “Good choice, the only other thing to say is to relax and have a good time. Before I switch it on and start you off, I must warn you that what you are about to experience will feel very real. In fact, it will seem so real at times that you might believe it’s actually happening. Try to stay calm at all times, and you’ll come away from this with nothing but great memories, okay?”

  “Okay, thanks Lucy, I’m ready,” I replied.

  I could hear the soft hum of the headset being lowered. I knew that the ultrafine filament of wire net with attached electrodes would make contact with the skin of my scalp. It was the intimate part of the system that would access the neuro pathways in my brain, and control everything that was about to happen. It covered a small section of my head, and when it was turned on, I felt a slight tingling sensation, first in my hands, and then all over my body. I relaxed into the chair and waited for something to happen. Moments passed, and without warning, I found myself closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

  My body gave a slight start, making me open my eyes, and I found myself at home lying on my bed. Lifting my head for a look around the room, I got up to find everything as it should be.

  I knew that I was still at Recall, but it all seemed so real. The first thing I did was to put the program to the test. I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk. When I swallowed it, it tasted just like the real thing. I was amazed, and as I washed the glass in the sink, I heard the doorbell ringing. I quickly answered it and found an attractive young woman.

  “Hi, I’m Janet. I’ve just moved in next door, and I thought I’d take this opportunity to introduce myself,” she said.

  “Hello Janet, come in. I was just about to make a coffee, would you care to join me?” I replied.

  She said yes, so I led the way to the kitchen and switched the coffee maker on.

  “Where have you moved from, if you don’t mind me asking?” I said.

  “Just across town, I work close by so this place was ideal for me. Have you lived here long?”

  “Just two years and I quite like it here; it’s quiet for one thing, and we have security guards in the building, so I feel safer than I would anywhere else.”

  “That was the thing that attracted me to these apartments, even though the rent seems a little steep. I can’t complain though, because compared to where I used to live, this is a palace.”

  It was while I was pouring the coffees that I caught her checking me out. She was looking me over from head to toe.

  “Have you got a boyfriend?” I said suddenly.

  “No, I lean the other way,” she replied, matter-of-factly.

  I immediately realized that she was supposed to be my first experience. I knew that the Recall Program went deep into your subconscious, to find out what you most desired, and I have to say—if I were looking for a female partner, Janet would certainly fit the bill.

  “I’m bisexual myself,” I casually said.

  I knew what I was saying, but I just couldn’t believe I was saying it. ‘It must be the program,’ I thought. It’s egging me on in order to get me to interact more quickly.

  “Have you ever been with another woman?” replied Janet.

  “Not yet, I guess I haven’t found the right one.”

  “Then how do you know you’re bisexual?”

  “Oh I know, mainly because I’ve seen women that turn me on. If I were straight, I don’t think that would happen,” I replied.

  “Would I be the right kind of woman?” asked Janet.

  I turned around to check her out, and didn’t hide the fact that I was doing so. My eyes swept over her tousled blond hair, which fell past her shoulders, and then turned to the winged eyebrows of deeper blonde, which framed her bright blue eyes. My eyes trailed down her slender nose to the deep pink of her lips, and fell to the tanned shoulders exposed by her white tank top. Gazing down the front, I had a perfect view of her voluptuous breasts, crowned by rosy nipples that were visible through the lightweight material. It ended just below their rounded curves, and my fingers trembled at the thought of reaching under the edge of her blouse, to grasp what was so blatantly being offered. Licking my lips, I gazed at the white skirt that she wore. It was so low on her hips that it looked like it was barely hanging on. I stared at the two small buttons that held it in place, and thought I was only seconds away from paradise as I turned back to the coffee pot.

  “To be perfectly honest with you, if I thought you were the slightest bit interested in me, I’d definitely want to try it with you. That’s the thing though, how do you know when another person might be interested?” I replied.

  Just then, I felt Janet run her fingers down my back. She teasingly stopped at my waist, while I waited anxiously, and then I felt her fingers sliding down my skirt, pulling it away, to place her hand onto my butt and give it a firm squeeze.

  I slowly turned around to face her and felt her hand move with me, still gripping my cheek. My eyes met hers, until once again my stare helplessly fell to her tantalizing cleavage.

  “Because sometimes you wouldn’t have to make the first move,” said Janet, as she leaned forward and dipped her head to kiss me on the lips.

  I slowly raised my head as I returned her kiss, while Janet’s other hand slid up my side to cup one of my breasts. She squeezed the ripe nipple, which was waiting for her touch, and suddenly our mouths opened to a passionate kiss. My hands trembled as they lifted to slide up the skin of her body to touch her breasts.

  I moaned passionately at the first touch, the sensation of sliding my fingers under her top to feel the rounded curves there. It felt so good to feel that firm smoothness, to reach her rigid nipples, and feel the full weight of her breasts in my hands. Ravenously, I ran my fingers over her, plumping them into my greedy hands, wanting to touch every inch of that plump flesh. The velvet softness was amazing, and I couldn’t get enough.

  I reached to the sides as she pushed my blouse up, so that we were both bare, and suddenly she pulled me in close so that our breasts were touching as we moved our bodies against one another. The sensation of skin on skin was driving me crazy, as I ruthlessly pulled the material off her body. I didn’t want anything between us, and as my hands fell to her skirt, I felt her grasp my top and pull it off over my head.

  We separated for a moment to discard our tops, only to come back together to kiss and rub against each other again as we tried to push our skirts out of the way. Hers fell to the floor easily, while mine stayed stubbornly in place. I felt her kick hers off with her foot, while with one motion, she dropped to her knees and roughly pulled my skirt down, forcing me to lean on her shoulders when she pulled it away from around my feet.

  I felt the cool air in the room slide over the exposed wetness between my legs, as I felt an odd stirring movement in my crotch. I looked down to see a bulge appearing just above my wet pussy lips, when suddenly, the unmistakable shape of a penis head began to appear, taking both Janet and me by surprise. We watched in shock as it began to grow. It grew longer, and bigger, and fatter, until finally it stood stiff and proud. I half expected Janet to move back and pull away, but instead, she wrapped her hands around it an
d began to stroke its length.

  The sensation was indescribable. It felt hot and pulsating when she did this, and didn’t compare to anything I’ve ever felt before. When she suddenly placed her mouth around the throbbing end and began to suck, I closed my eyes and saw stars at the sensation of her lips sucking the heated end. The pleasure that ran through my entire body sent my heart pounding, and the realization struck me that this must be what oral sex feels like for a man.

  In a vague part of my mind, I was amazed that Janet seemed to be taking all of this in her stride, but then realized that she must be programmed to accept such an event. As the thrills of pleasure ran through my body, I managed to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy as I looked down to watch my new cock being massaged by her knowledgeable hands, as she sucked and licked the end. It felt surreal, but I was completely enthralled by it, and unbearably excited.

  Janet then tried to take more of its length into her mouth, but managed only about half of it. I watched with fascination as the cock of mine kept disappearing and then reappearing from between her lips. I adored the feeling of rapture her tongue was creating, as it wrapped around the length and then rubbed the ridge near the end.

  I unconsciously started to pull on my rigid nipples as she continued to suck and lick me, and then a strange and alien feeling came over me. It felt like a wave of pleasure was rising to surge over me, and before I realized what this building pressure was, I felt the first pulsating movement of my cock, as it rippled and pumped, shooting a load of cum into her mouth.

  Janet managed to swallow the first heavy load, but then, overwhelmed, she pulled her mouth clear, allowing me to grip the heaving thing for the first time and as I watched, a second load of semen shot out of the end, hitting Janet’s cheek. I tightened my grip, noting that the ridge of the cock was the most sensitive part. I moved my hand back and came a third time, only now it wasn’t as forceful, it was more of a trickle.