VR Porn: It’s Better With A Friend

spanked for real while enjoying VR porn

Since the first VR porn started appearing on my radar back around 2015 or so, I thought it was a pleasure technology with enormous potential and a long way to go. Not to be flippant, but I still feel that way in 2023! Headsets are cheaper, the technology is better, and there’s an enormous library of virtual reality entertainment to sample these days. But there’s still a huge gap between present offerings and our most amazing dreams of what this technology certainly will deliver in a few more years.

woman is being pleasured in bondage by two friends with VR headsets on

When I first started writing about virtual reality porn, it was all very avant-garde and experimental. Nobody knew what they were doing, and it was hard to find out what was happening on the cutting edge of the tech. Fast forward seven years, and now it’s as easy as checking a good list of VR pornsites and related VR resources (such as recommended headsets and such). Which only goes to show that if you’re patient in tech, everything gets easier!

woman in a vr visor gets a sticky cum facial

A good resource list is especially useful given that everything ever published in the whole history of VR porn is still offered somewhere. Sorting through the junkiest old stuff to find the best of current offerings gets harder every year. Curated link lists were the cream of the open web a long time ago, and as junky AI output devours search engine results at an accelerating pace, it’s beginning to look like they’re also the open web’s future. This is nowhere more true than in the VR porn space.

unimpressed sexual partner gives her man a happy ending handjob while he raves about his realistic VR experience

You may think I’m stretching a metaphor here, but if you get a more pleasurable VR experience by relying on a link list compiled by actual humans, it’s perhaps no surprise that the limitations of VR as sexual technology recede most quickly when you have another friendly person in the room or in the bed with you and your headset. Promised improvements in teledildonics, force feedback, networked pocket sexbots, and not-invented-yet computer-mediated tactile experiences are surely on the way, but meanwhile, having a warm human to touch you while the computer fills your head with the wildest erotic visions? It’s a guaranteed path to pleasure.

vr experience made better for a busty woman by a huge hunky man hugging her and squeezing her breasts

Image credits, top to bottom: The super-realistic VR spanking is by Gerph. The woman in bondage being caressed by two pleasure minions in VR headsets is by PolarBearNSFW. The line art of a man ejaculating all over a woman’s face and VR visor is by an unknown artist. The happy man getting a handjob from his unimpressed girlfriend while he enthuses about his VR experience is by Fin. The busty woman getting her breasts squeezed and fondled during her VR session is by Kuro Koshou (黒胡椒).

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Paddling Her Professor

We always love to see it when the spanking tables are turned in an educational setting:

bondage spanking for the professor

Art is by SleepyGimp.

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Toga-Party Whipping

I’m honestly not sure what sort of “the patriarchy has whips” pulp nonsense went with this illustration in the December 1971 issue of True Men Stories, but do we really need to care?

toga wearing man whips kneeling woman

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A Spanking From Alejandro

This has more of a fashion shoot vibe than a proper spanking should, but the OTK intent was clear when model Alejandro put redheaded porn star Justine Joli over his knee in Penthouse magazine:

dramatic over the knee spanking

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Locker Room Paddled

I don’t care if she is wearing two layers of clothing! Those thin tights and the panties we can see underneath them won’t make a whit of difference once that good pine paddle starts smacking its way home on her ass. She’ll be dancing and praying and promising to be a good girl before we know it:

bent over for a hard paddle spanking in the girls locker room

From Real Spankings.

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Sorority Girls Out Cruising

It was July of 1966. Five sorority girls were out cruising around in a fine automobile, just looking for shenanigans and a good time. They stopped to smoke along a quiet country road when somebody decided it was time to give the pledge a lingerie check, because this sorority has standards by damn! After the violation is documented photographically, I’m sure there will be paddle swats:

1960s sorority girl bent over for a panties inspection

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The Marshall Spanks The New Schoolmarm

In The Lawman’s Lessons by Patty Devlin, there’s a new schoolmarm in town but if they want to keep her (and they do) somebody has to marry her. The marshal looks to be volunteering, and the courtship is going… well, pretty good, actually!

Let go of me, you wretched man!”

“No, it was going to come to this sooner or later anyway. I won’t let you treat me that way. It’s clear you need a firm hand.” He’d sat on the edge of her desk and pulled her over his lap, pressing her upper half down under his arm and holding her there, locked against his side, over the top of the desk.

“You can’t manhandle me like this. What do you think you are doing? You can’t see me like—EEE-Yow!” He’d scrambled under her dress, pulling her skirts up over her back to bunch them there, and then he’d smacked her derriere! “Stop it, you fool!” Her words had no effect on him. His large hand covered her bottom, hot and hard, smacking first one full swell and then the other.

“This is obviously something you need. You’ve been asking for it since we met. I’m happy to oblige, and if I’m going to marry you, it’s better you know exactly the kinda man I am ahead of time.” Each time his hand came down again, it brought with it a wallop of heat so intense Celia could barely catch her breath in between her cries, let alone tell him exactly what she thought of him and his barbaric treatment of her.

She tried her hardest to wiggle, roll or crawl away, but he had her clamped down tight under his arm and nothing she could do would change that. His huge palm landed on each cheek in a steady rhythm, tapping out a tune, and it wasn’t a cheery one, more like a marching order. He gave singular attention to each curve in turn, spanking in rounds and lecturing her at the same time.

“I’m a patient man, but if I have to do this to get your attention and teach you a lesson, I’m more than capable. I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s better this than seeing you hurt or mangled by someone more sinister.” His speech had a surprisingly comforting tone to it, and Celia almost understood. Why, she’d provoked him to this point, hadn’t she?

“Pl-ease, I’ll be good.” She shimmied from one foot to the other, trying in vain to do anything to alter the course of her present situation. “I’ll do anything…” But he showed no signs of slowing anytime soon.

“You should have thought about that before. I warned you time and again.” His voice wasn’t loud or unnecessarily mean. It was low, however, and stern, as he lectured and continued the steady tattoo on her bottom. Perhaps he had a map or a plotted grid of the area he planned to cover back there before he decided to let her up. It might have been one minute or an hour, but Celia was sure she would die before he finished.

When she realized that he’d stopped and dropped her skirt again, she stood up and flung her arms around his neck before he could get up.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s all right now, little dove. It’s forgotten, forgiven and we can move on.”

Whether it was his intention to hold her or not, he tucked her in his arms anyway, careful not cause her any more discomfort, and held her until she was ready, stroking her hair, rubbing her back and occasionally kissing her forehead.

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