Gamer Girls: Whiff Punish (Patreon)

A short piece that’s been a long time coming. A fan requested an FGC girl of their own for a story, and felt like something quick and easy to throw together. A tired, lazy gaming teacher who uses sex as a reward for her students. Out of her main traits, “square boobs” ala Franky from Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends was a very emphasized part of her description. Took me forever to figure out how to describe that as just a weirdly angular bra...

Still got a loose idea of a tournament of gamer girl OCs with sexy stakes, and revisting some of my past ones like Command Grab, Jab Lock and Filthy Casual. Not the most popular ones, but definitely has some fans. No idea why cocky gamer girls are sexy sources for material.

“No. Come on,” Whiff sighed. “If you can’t do a quarter circle, you can’t do half the moves in the game. You keep stopping halfway.”

“I keep thinking down, downright, right…”

“Yea, no. It’s one fluid move. Smooth semi-circles.”

The Asian gamer girl was called Whiff Punish in the FGC community. She had a shining reputation despite looking chronically exhausted, bored or just plain sleepy. Between her part-time college courses, online gaming, practice matches and her known presence as a fighting game trainer, she remained awful at budgeting her time. She was lanky and scrawny with unkempt, jet black hair hanging over one eye. A snug shirt and an overly practical bra gave her chest a stiff and almost angular look, while straight but. She wore a denim skirt and a thin-strapped top. One strap had slid down one of her shoulders some time ago and showed the edges of a lazily tossed-on sports bra, but she hadn’t bothered to fix it ever since.

“Alright,” she said in an exasperated tone. “I’m not sure how else to get this into your head. Take your controller.”

Whiff had been working with Luke for about an hour with little progress, which meant she’d have to step up her methods. Sure she was getting paid by the hour, but she wanted progress and it was more frustrating than it was worth.

Whiff sat behind her student, a scrawny teenager with curly black hair. She reached around him, grasping his hands to correct his grip on his controller. Lyle blushed to feel her hands on his and her breasts against his back. He didn’t have the time to wonder if she was being flirty or not because she immediately followed up by stuffing her hand down his pants. She grabbed his dick with a clearly familiar grip to it as she rolled it between her fingers.

“Just like this. One fluid motion,” Whiff repeated. Lyle suddenly got a very clear impression of what she meant as her experienced fingers shifted his cock between them.

“Quarter circle, just like you’re drawing it. See?”

“Y-yea,” Luke agreed, his voice coming out shaky.

“Good. You try. Gimme a Hadoken already.”

Even with her lesson over, Whiff leaned into his back and kept idly stroking his cock. She guided it out of his shorts and rubbed soft circles along the surface of the younger guy’s erection, gently milking it while he practiced his special moves. It was all he could do to focus on doing the special moves over and over as Whiff toyed with his own joystick.

“Ok, now half-circle and fierce. Right as you finish your rotation,” she instructed. Luke launched another fireball, and with a single teasing stroke Whiff removed her hand from his cock. The boy groaned and squirmed as his leaky dick was abandoned.

“Nope. You’re half-assing it. All the way back then roll it forward. From a block into forward.”

Luke gave a few more desperate attempts before he finally sent his fighter whirling across the arena instead. It was clearly what she wanted because her hand started to rub gently over his dick again.

“That’s the way. Finally,” she sighed. Now a half circle kick. Back to front.”

She rubbed a half circle with her fingertips, gently twitching Luke’s dick in example. He moaned and leaned against her breasts as he shifted her weight. He felt the warmth of her boobs on either side of his cheeks as she gave another flourish of her fingers.

“Come on. Lemme see that Tatsumaki,” she urged gently in his ear.

“You mean the spin kick?” Luke asked meekly.

“Oh my god, do not call it that. You sound like a tool,” Whiff groaned. She eased up on her stroking, waiting to reward his good behavior. “Now try it.”

With a few more clicking strokes and taps, Whiff frowned as she watched the boy’s character kick at the air a few times.

“See, this is why a fight stick’s the better option,” she griped. “More responsive with better wrist support. Here.”

Whiff let go of Luke’s cock and slid out from behind him. She moved between him and the TV, getting on her knees and leaning forward so her ass stuck out towards her apprentice. She didn’t have the biggest or curviest ass, but her leaning forward made her skirt ride up to show her black panties clinging to her cheeks. The boy still stared as she pumped her hips once invitingly.

“If you need something to brace on, go ahead,” Whiff said dismissively. “Do whatever you need to get your shit in line. All the pros have their pregame rituals.”

“Like… anything?” Like pried, his hardon already pointed at her raised ass.

“Yea. Whatever. Long as you can pull that half circle off.”

Luke carefully took hold of her panties and slid them down to her knees. Whiff barely looked back at him, showing she was fine with whatever he was doing. Her lean figure had a decent butt considering she spent so much time on it and it was sticking out straight at the boy. Her legs were just parted enough to offer up her pussy right beneath it.

With her apparent approval, Luke couldn’t help but follow through. He tugged down his jeans and rested his hands and controller on Whiff Punish’s lower back before thrusting himself into her. She was a snug fit for his thickened dick, but the asian gamer only let out a low sigh.

“Better?” she asked as she kept leaning casually on her elbows.

“Oh yea,” Luke moaned as he started to rock his hips, slipping his cock around inside her.

“Good. Then show me a half-circle special. If you’re on my time, I’m not letting you ruin my rep by walking away from this without knowing the basics.”

Luke started to hump her from behind, the braced trainer seeming prepared for exactly that. Her breathing picked up a bit as she let him use her as a combination brace and sextoy for her student.

“Faster,” she grunted. Luke obeyed and humped against her ass more rapidly.

“Not that, dumbass. As soon as you finish your half-circle…”

“Oh! Yea,” he rambled. He adjusted his grip a little and pulled off his special on the next try.

“Better. Now again, with the fierce and medium kicks. Get used to the changes in distance each one’s got going on. Then give me 10 Hadokens followed by Tatsumakis to show me you’ve got a grasp on the difference between the two.”

“Oh. Uh, that might take a while,” Luke admitted.

“That's fine. Long as you’re done in, oh…” Whiff checked her phone. “Thirty minutes. I’m on the clock, after all.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Luke confirmed as he thrust deeper inside her. Whiff took a short breath at the penetrating cock, but she figured it was a decent chance for her to take a break. She paid half-attention to the screen as she stayed laid out in front of her pupil, trying to catch her breath despite what was happening to her lower half. It was about as close to a break as she took these days, so she was happy to let the younger guy use her.

Whiff gasped as he slapped her on the ass. Her casual compliance had gotten him more confident, and it was starting to show in the smoothness of his moves on screen.

“You said whatever I needed,” Luke reminded breathlessly as he worked her pussy from behind. The tensing of her hips made her clench around him and squeeze his dick inside her, as well as making him rub around the base of her clit.

“Yea… whatever works,” she muttered. It came off as her usual indifferent attitude, but she was distracted by the sudden pleasure. Her clamping around him had put him at an interesting angle, teasing her clit as she felt his precum drooling inside her pussy. Whiff’s fingernails raked over Luke’s carpet as she shifted in front of him, her every little movement stimulating him more.

Luke finally gasped as he shot his load inside her, the hot current of cream blasting right past her g-spot as he pressed against it. His loud moans and shaky thrusts drown out her sudden gasp and quiver. Her orgasm came much quicker and quieter than his, so a quick covering of her mouth was all it took to mask her outburst. She had a reputation to keep up, and acting like she did this because she liked it wouldn’t go with her cool and lazy persona. It wasn’t like this happened all the time anyway…

“Ohhh that’s so good…” Luke sighed as he leaned on her hips.

“Well you’re not finished yet,” Whiff pointed out.

“What?! No, I definitely finished. It’s kind of a mess back…”

“You’re only five reps in there, bud,” she pointed out, nodding at the screen.

“Oh shit! Right! Sorry!”

“Whatever, dude. It’s your session,” Whiff shrugged ahead of him, playing it off as if she hadn’t just had her biggest orgasm in a long time. This definitely felt like a good way to sneak in a quick orgasm for business mixed with pleasure.

“Just keep at it. If you think this is good, wait til you see how I teach you the rhythm for your combos.”