He thrust one last time, deep inside the inn owner's tight pussy, feeling her frozen body clench around him in that weird, game-like way. Cum shot out, filling her up completely. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed drip from her virgin hole—yeah, even the milfs in this game were all virgins, some bullshit rule that made it all feel like pure fantasy.
He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "This is the last one," he muttered to himself, voice rough from all the grunting earlier.
He glanced to the side of the room. Milfs everywhere, tossed around like discarded toys. The busty barmaid slumped over the table, legs spread wide, his cum leaking from her ass and pussy. Next to her, the cook lady on the floor, face down, ass up, white streaks running down her thighs. A couple more—the cleaning lady and some traveler chick—piled on the couch, their bodies tangled, sticky messes pooling under them. All frozen, all virgins popped by him in the last hour or so. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the kind that hangs heavy.
He sighed, long and tired, and flopped onto the bed. The sheets were rumpled, stained from earlier rounds. As he lay there, staring at the wooden ceiling beams, his mind wandered back to how the hell he ended up here.
It started normal enough. He was in his shitty apartment, late at night, scrolling through porn games on his laptop. Found this one called "Frozen World Fuckfest" or some dumb title like that. The premise was simple: world freezes, you're the only guy moving, and you go around banging every woman in sight. They stay frozen, like statues, but their bodies react just enough to make it hot. Quick fap material, he thought. Load it up, jerk off a couple times, delete it.
He remembered leaning back in his chair, dick in hand, as the game loaded. The screen showed a tavern inn, the starting point. Protagonist wakes up, world freezes mid-bustle—women pouring drinks, bending over tables, all stuck. He clicked through, fucking the inn owner first in the demo. "Hell yeah," he'd said out loud, chuckling. "Wish this was real."
Then shit got weird. The screen glitched, colors inverting. His room felt cold, like a draft hit. He blinked, and suddenly he was falling, sucked into the glow. "What the fuck?" he yelled, but it was too late. Blackness.
When he woke up, he was here. In the inn, on this very bed. Heart pounding, he sat up, looking around. The room was exactly like the game—wooden walls, flickering candlelight, a window showing a frozen village outside. And there she was, the inn owner, a curvy milf in her apron, bent over picking up a mug, ass in the air. Frozen solid.
"Holy shit," he whispered, standing up. His voice echoed a bit. He poked her arm—stiff, no reaction. But when he touched her skin, it was warm, soft. Just like the game promised.
He looked down at himself. No more beer gut, no skinny arms. His body was ripped—abs like a washboard, broad shoulders, arms bulging with muscle. Cock hanging heavy, bigger than ever. Peak masculinity, the kind he'd always fantasized about. "This... this is me?" He flexed, feeling the power. A grin spread across his face. "Fuck yeah."
The game rules kicked in his brain somehow. World frozen, women all virgins no matter what, and he could do whatever. No consequences. He started with her, the inn owner. Pulled down her pants, spread her cheeks. She didn't move, but when he pushed in, her pussy gripped him tight, like it was made for it. "Oh god, yes," he groaned, pounding away. She stayed bent over, face blank, but her body quivered just enough—game mechanics making it feel alive.
He came quick that first time, flooding her. Pulled out, watched it leak. "That's one." Then he moved on. Downstairs, the bar was full of frozen patrons. He grabbed the barmaid, young and busty, hoisted her onto the counter. "You're next, sweetheart." Fucked her mouth first, then flipped her for the main event. Virgin tight, every time.
One by one, he cleared the inn. The cook in the kitchen, bent over the stove—he took her from behind, slapping her ass. "Take it, you milf slut." No response, but damn, it felt good. The cleaning lady mopping—he tripped her frozen form onto the floor, mounted her. "All mine." Even the traveler chicks upstairs, sharing a room. He did them together, switching holes, cumming in both.
Dialogue? Mostly him talking to himself, hyping it up. "Yeah, look at you, all stacked and ready." Or "Fuck, you're tighter than the last one." Made it feel real, like he was the king of this world. Personalities? The women had none—frozen dolls. But in his head, he gave them backstories from the game. The inn owner was a widow, flirty in the lore. The barmaid, innocent but curvy. Made popping their cherries even sweeter.
By the time he got back to the room, dragging the inn owner up for a final round on the bed, he was spent. But his body— this godlike form—kept going. Stamina infinite, cock always hard. Wish fulfillment at its peak. He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and railed her deep. "Last one, you hot bitch." Nutted inside, feeling like a conqueror.
Now, lying here, he sighed again. Body glistening with sweat, muscles aching just a bit for realism. "What a ride." He glanced at the inn owner beside him on the bed, her eyes blank, cum still oozing from between her legs. Peaceful, almost.
His eyelids grew heavy. The adrenaline crash hit. As he drifted off, thoughts swirled— was this permanent? Could he leave? Did he want to? Hell, this was every guy's dream. Frozen world, endless pussy, all virgins, him the alpha stud.
But just as sleep took him, something tiny happened. The inn owner's eyelids fluttered once, a small, unnoticed twitch. Like a glitch in the matrix. But he was out, snoring softly, oblivious.