Our New Television

    My husband was really excited to get our new television, but I wasn’t too thrilled with the cost.  I never really watched tv and didn’t understand all the technology behind it.  We’d had a 3d television for a while, then the holographic projector, but my husband said this new technology was fully interactive.  Something to do with a projection from the television that would produce various brainwave functions to make the whole experience interactive… I didn’t really understand it, but my husband seemed really excited.

    It was smaller than I thought, really just a small, black box that sat on the table in the middle of the room.  Like the holographic projection tv the images and sound would orient to wherever you were sitting.  For weeks I ignored the thing, partly afraid of something sending signals into my brain, but my husband loved it.  It was all he did in the evening after work, he’d get home and sit down to start watching television.  I didn’t see what the big deal was, but he enjoyed it so I didn’t care that much.

    After the third week I began to get suspicious of the new television, my husband would watch it as I went to bed.  Minutes later he would come upstairs, take a shower, and then climb into bed next to me.  When I asked him about it he said he was watching sports highlights, and the interactive television put him right down on the court, or field, or whatever.  Another two weeks went by, my husband’s behavior continued, before my curiosity got the better of me.

    An hour after my husband left for work I sat down in the living room and, after a few minutes of trying to figure it out, switched the new television on.  It took a few seconds to start up, then a holographic message appeared over the device which read, “To avoid double vision, please keep your eyes closed while the device is in use”.

    ‘That sounds ominous’, I thought, but I closed my eyes anyway.  An instruction screen came up with a long list of help topics and I thought, 'I don’t want to read all this’.  As soon as I finished my thought the list disappeared and I heard a computer generated voice in my head say, “Accepted, skipping tutorial”.

    I freaked out, the television was reading my thoughts.  “Correct”, the voice said again, “This device is fully interactive and programmed to respond to your thought patterns”.

    For a minute I sat there and tried not to think of anything, and the television just hummed quietly on the table.  Finally I couldn’t help it and had thoughts about what my husband had been watching, it was the reason I tried this in the first place.  Before I could stop myself the television responded, “Loading channel”.

    To my surprise it didn’t load a sports channel.  The text over a blank screen indicated that it was loading a pornographic channel, which my husband knew I don’t like him to watch.  A small box appeared in the lower corner and as my attention was drawn to it the box expanded until it filled my vision.  It was overwhelming at first, everything around me changed from the blackness of having my eyes closed, to another place entirely.

    Opening my eyes for just a split second almost gave me a headache, it was like being in two places at once.  I snapped my eyes shut again and tried to make out my surroundings.  It seemed like I was in a rather generic looking office, plain desks, bad lighting, and all.  The first thing I noticed was that I felt cold, like sitting in office air conditioning.  Amazing technology that it was, the television was actually causing my brain to think that I was feeling cold air, and I could feel the goosebumps rise on my skin in response.

    Then a man came around the corner and sat on the edge of the desk I was at.  He was remarkably handsome, almost perfect looking actually, and his cologne was intoxicating.  To my surprise he looked right at me and said, “Hello Susan”.  I was shocked that the program knew my name until I remember that the television was reading my thoughts.  “I brought you something”.

    He set down a bouquet of flowers on the desk in front of me.  I looked around, thinking the program might be addressing someone else.  “Everyone else has gone home”, he said, “it’s just us now”.

    That was when I heard myself say, “That’s really sweet.  Thank you”.  Even though it was my voice that said it; I didn’t say it and I certainly didn’t want to.  Worse, I hadn’t even thought it which meant I was seeing things from the position of one of the characters.

    'Not just seeing things, hearing, smelling, and feeling things too’, I reminded myself.  I wondered if the television could simulate tastes, and as I found out later, yes it can.  The man sitting on the desk got up and moved around behind me.  When he leaned down and kissed my neck I almost jumped.  It felt like he really kissed my neck.  It was strange, but sensations crept through my body even though I didn’t want to respond.

    As he continued to kiss my neck and rub my shoulders I had to remind myself, 'This isn’t happening to me.  I’m not here.  This is all a program, a recording really, and I’m simply seeing what happened to an actress’.  Then he grabbed my breasts and started rubbing them through my shirt.  Fire shot down through my body, everything tingled, and I could feel myself get wet.  I heard myself moan and wasn’t sure whether it was really me, or the actress.

    “God Susan, you smell so good”, he said.

    'Alright, this has gone far enough.  How do I make this stop?’, I thought, but I got no response from the device.  I sat there trapped in the scene, trying to think anything I could to get the device to stop, or turn off, but without success.  Meanwhile the man in this scene continued to advance his hands, unbuttoning my shirt, and then slipping his hands inside my bra to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

    My mind and body were torn.  All I could think about was how to stop the device or change the channel, but I didn’t know how to work the damned television.  It truly felt like this strange man was running his hands over my body, touching my breasts, and I didn’t want him to.  I hated pornography, my husband knew that, and now because of his disgusting lies I’d been caught in this horrible situation.

    That was when I realized that if my husband had been watching this channel, then he was getting the same experience that I was but probably from the perspective of the man.  Realizing that, made me madder than I already was.  What my husband was doing was akin to cheating on me.  I became furious, but it was only in my mind.  Whatever the television was doing to me it was having an effect on my body, I was becoming flush and aroused.

    Apparently I was stuck in this situation, and I feared how far it might go.  That was when the man spun my chair around so I was facing him.  My shirt was unbuttoned completely and my bra was pulled down, he dropped to his knees in front of my and start kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples.  Despite all my protests for the device to stop, and my mind screaming that I was not enjoying what was happening, the television kept pushing feelings into my body.

    I tried to say things, to think of things, all to make the actress change the course of the scene, but nothing worked.  The man moved himself lower, pushed my skirt up around my waist, and as I put my legs over the arms of the chair to spread myself wide he pushed my panties aside.  'No!  No!  No!’, my mind screamed, but it happened anyway.

    His head came forward, his tongue darted out, and I felt him make contact with my pussy.  It was incredible how real it felt, and I actually squirmed in response to his tongue.  He stuck two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as he ate my pussy.  I heard myself moaning and could feel an orgasm building, my thoughts of making the program stop were fading away.  The technique was perfect, exactly what I liked and things I didn’t even know that I liked, the television was really good at reading my thoughts.

    I grabbed two handfuls of his hair, holding his head to my snatch, and then my head rolled back and I came.  The orgasm ripped through me, setting every part of my body on fire, and I felt myself shuddering in the chair.  “Ohhh Fuuuck!”, I screamed unsure whether it was really me or just the actress.  He was relentless, lapping at my pussy with an unwavering intensity, and it prolonged my orgasm making it stronger than I’d ever felt.  “Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!”, I chanted with each breath.

    As I collapsed out of my orgasm, gasping for breath, he leaned back away from me and removed his shirt.  His chest and arms were perfect, muscular and sculpted, an all over tan and smooth, soft skin.  There was a bulge in the front of his dress pants and I leaned forward, rubbing it with one hand, and said, “Mmm… let’s see what you have for me”.

    Now that I had regained my senses I started trying to protest the program again, searching for a way to escape the device.  Fumbling blindly I got up from the couch and tried to feel my way out of the room, but it was an immensely odd sensation feeling two things at once.  A strong sense of vertigo shook me and I felt myself fall over, for a moment my eyes opened and I saw myself laying in the doorway to the kitchen.

    Inside the program the actress had undone his pants and was taking down his underwear.  I blindly tried to crawl away from the device, thinking that if I got out of the room I’d be away from it’s range.  But I had to pause when his dick sprang free from his pants, it was impossibly large and only half hard.  Panic gripped me, I knew what was coming next, and I tried desperately to crawl as far as I could.

    The middle of the kitchen was as far as I made it before the actress sucked the head of the cock into her mouth.  I could feel it, filling my mouth, and I could taste it.  To my surprise she kept taking the shaft into her mouth, forcing her way down it, and I felt it push against the back of my throat.  Gagging a bit, she let up and drew back until just the head was in my mouth.  It didn’t last though, she started pumping her head and hands up and down his dick.  Each time it hit my throat I fought for air.

    Disoriented and distraught I found my way into one of the kitchen chairs.  I sat there helplessly experiencing this actress suck his dick, working it over with hands, mouth, and tongue.  In just a few minutes though she’d gotten him almost completely hard.  As she pulled her head back I could see his dick glistening with saliva.

    He stood me up, taking off my shirt and unhooking my bra.  I leaned back onto the desk, spreading my legs wide, and he stepped up to me.  Positioning his dick at the entrance to my pussy I heard myself say, “Ohhh please fuck me”.  That’s not what I wanted.  I couldn’t help but think about how much it would hurt, how uncomfortable it would be, and how much I didn’t want it to happen at all, but the television had other ideas.

    “Of course Susan”, he said smiling at me.  Slowly he pushed himself forward, penetrating me and spreading my pussy wide.  To my surprise it felt amazingly real, I could feel myself getting spread by his dick pushing into me, but it didn’t hurt.  There were nothing but feelings of pleasure as he pushed himself inside me.  Parts of me tingled that I didn’t even know I had.

    Immediately he started pumping in and out, faster and faster.  The sensations building inside of me were intense, more than I’d ever thought I could feel, my body was moving in time with his thrusts.  I grabbed the edge of the chair with one hand, the edge of the table with my other, and tried to hold on tight as my body jerked against my will.  I could hear myself moaning as I got closer and closer to orgasm.

    My mind fought my body, trying to resist what the television was doing, but all of my bodily responses were being affected.  The flushing of my skin, the warmth and wetness in my pussy, the pleasure running through me, the muscle spasms, my moans, and even the sweat dripping down me.  When I orgasmed it was so strong it caused me to shake all over, so much that I fell out of the chair and onto the floor, and I heard myself yelling with pleasure.

    For a long time I continued to writhe on the floor in pleasure, getting the fucking of my life from this imaginary man, yelling and moaning in ecstasy.  As I broke into my second unbelievable orgasm he kept up his pace, getting faster, and my imaginary counterpart threw her legs over his arms, knees at elbows.  The result was an entirely new angle of penetration, changing and heightening the sensations.

    It felt so real, more than real, it was the best fucking of my life.  A few minutes later and he picked me up off the desk, held me in the air with his strong arms, and bounced me up and down on his huge cock.  The feeling of being helpless, which I actually was, made me more turned on.  After another two orgasms he bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind, but after a minute he buried his dick in my ass.

    To my amazement the television was able to reproduce the feelings rather accurately.  The difference was that in real life I didn’t enjoy anal sex, but with the device invading my mind it made the sensations nothing but pleasurable.  It was an unbelievable feeling, getting my ass filled while he fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit, all while pounding into me harder than anyone else ever had.

    After a few minutes and another orgasm I could feel him tensing up inside me, getting ready to cum, and in response the actress separated from him and spun around to face him.  As she dropped to her knees I could see that she was looking directly at his cock, watching him jerk his hand up and down the shaft, and then I heard myself say, “Give me that cum, shoot your cum on my face”.

    Though I certainly didn’t want it, it happened anyway.  His dick start spasming and hot blast after hot blast of cum landed on my face and neck, splashing down to my tits.  It was strangely erotic, watching this strange man cum for me as he chanted, “Oh Susan, oh Susan…”

    The actress drew some of his cum to her mouth with a finger and licked it up, I could taste it in my mouth and feel the moan of pleasure.  'That has to be the end’, I thought, and sure enough it was.  Slowly the images started to fade to black, I took advantage of the lacking image to try and struggle my way farther from the device

    I only managed to drag myself to the hallway when commercials started, commercials for various shows on this porn channel, phone sex lines, and products.  Each one that appeared had me in the middle of the action, doing all sorts of lewd activities.  By the time the commercials were over I was barely to the bottom of the stairway.

    Still struggling in my mind to find a way to turn the device off, the best I could come up with was to get as far away from it as I could.  It didn’t matter though, the next show started and it was call Black Bangers.  Fear overtook me as it started, I was sitting alone on a couch, but was quickly joined in the room by three large black men.  Helplessly I was molested by the television again.

    At some point in the middle of getting gang fucked by the three black men, with every hole filled, cumming harder than I thought was possible, I passed out from exhaustion.  When I came to I was laying on the stairs, but the television wasn’t in my head.  I was able to take a shower and get myself together before my husband got home.

    “Hi honey”, he said, “How was your day?”

    I was exhausted, pissed at him for hiding his activities from me, but at the same time more sexually satisfied as I’d ever been in my life.  If my asshole husband was going to use the television and avoid having sex with me, then I was going to do the same.  “Good, nice and quiet”.

    After my shower I’d learned how to handle the television, the manual was rather friendly, and as it turned out there was a hand remote that I didn’t know about.  There were some shows that I was rather interested in trying out.