This one had a darker premise... You used to be someone's Gamer Girl/ Fuck Doll. Then you moved. You find you are desperately missing being someone's toy to use. Cock down your throat, being fucked in the ass, anything he wanted at the time... as well as taking the punishment... spanked mercilessly as you're being fucked if he was losing. etc

You were new in town, having moved from somewhere across the country. You were renting the nanny suite from one of my neighbours and we had struck up a conversation almost immediately as you were moving in. For some reason, as you unpacked the U-Haul trailer, you couldn’t find any of your tools. I lent you mine. I gave you a hand setting up your bed and moving your dresser into your place. I suggested where you would want to shop for groceries and often we would make it a joint trip, with me always driving… I would joke about taking my life into my hands if I drove in your old car. You asked your landlord about me, found out my children had all moved off to school of jobs and that my wife had passed away recently. I was basically alone. Since the both of us were loners, we tended to hang out together. After six months of dinners at my place, movie nights, joint shopping and various holidays we were casual enough that you would just walk into my back door. Your landlords didn’t have a pool, I did… you hung out there like it was your own, offering to take care of the pool in exchange for user privileges. I drink whiskey. Either neat or with a splash of ginger ale. Mostly I make fun of you for all of those hip seltzer things you drink. One night, on a dare, you decide to drink whiskey with me. I go easy on you, giving you much more mix that I would take, but you still managed to get drunker than I had ever seen you. It all seems to hit you. The whiskey, not having sex for over six months, the loneliness that even hanging around with me can’t cure. You don’t really feel like you belong. We’re watching a movie. You on one couch, me on another. A tear falls down your cheek, then another… soon you are sobbing and blurt out about your former life. The arrangement you had as a Gamer’s Support Slut. The stuff he did to you, the things you missed. I get off of my couch and come and sit with you, hugging you close and rubbing your back to soothe you. “Come with me,” I tell you. “I have something to show you.” I lead you downstairs into the basement. Towards a built in bookcase. I reach up to an upper corner of the bookcase and push a hidden button. With a click part of the bookcase opens and there is a room beyond. As I enter the room, accent lighting comes on and you can see a huge tower case connected to three 28 inch monitors mounted together. All of it is on a state of the art gaming desk with matching chair. On another wall is one of the hugest flat screens you have ever seen. The armoire under it has several controllers and headphones sitting, ready to use. In the middle of the room is a huge sectional and coffee table positioned to view either setup. The other walls are filled with games. New, old,different gaming systems, collector’s editions and gaming memorabilia. Your jaw drops and I give you the look that says “I’m old, not dead!” I gently close your mouth and say “I’ve been gaming since the first computers landed on a desktop” I pull you closer and kiss you deeply “I’ve been doing something else for just about as long,” as I kiss you harder and pull you right against me. I gently break our embrace and push you down to your knees. “How about you help get me ready for our first gaming session?” You nod as you unbuckle my belt and tear open my pants, whipping them and my underwear down with one swift movement. You think “Maybe I’ve found a place after all” as my hardening cock pushes against the back of your throat…