Arrive in Hawaii

When they landed, getting off the plane was delayed by paramedics. They led off a man groaning and holding an ice pack to his crotch.

He was being followed by a distraught woman holding an ice pack to her forehead.

They were all being followed by a flight attendant muttering, "how many times do we have to say 'handjobs only during turbulence'? Third crotch headbutt this month. Fucking paperwork I gotta do now."

Eventually, they got off the flight, made their way to their resort, checked in, and went to their rooms.

Like their conversion, the hotel rooms had been modified for use by harems using as little labor as possible. Their "room" was formerly several hotel rooms, with doorways crudely cut between them and king sized beds.

As the one paying, Vicky took the chance to claim a place in the same room as David. Megan joined them.

If David had been excited on the plane, he was now downright giddy.

Vicky announced, "there's a welcome luau," and proudly added, "I got us front row seats!"

They made their way outside to the show.

David was guided to another "men's seat" in the front row. This time, it looked just like all the other seats in the front row. He decided not to ask questions and sat down to enjoy the show.

He looked to either side, seeing the amazing women from his harem looking excited for their tropical fun to start. Riley especially was almost buzzing with excitement.

As the show began, David's attention was drawn firmly to the dancers.

The thematic costumes left little to the imagination. The "grass skirts" the women wore would be better described as "a grass belt with some flowers". Coconut bras had been replaced with bare, hypnotically giggling tits.

David wasn't an expert in hula dancing, but he had a sense that the gyrating hips he was entranced by might have been traditional. He doubted the authenticity of the girls kneeling with their legs spread wide and continuing to shake their hips. Still, he very much enjoyed the show.

As it continued, some of the dancers gyrated out toward the audience, one directly to David. She put one hand on either side of him and pulled. Much to his surprise, his chair slid forward and reclined. A not-particularly-manly noise escaped his mouth as he flopped back. He suddenly realized what a "men's chair" was in this context.

The dancer seemed unbothered by his inelegance. Her hips continued to wiggle as she turned around and slowly backed above him.

She looked back, eyes asking an obvious question. He answered by grabbing her hips and guiding her down onto his cock.

From either side, he heard whoops and cheers from his harem.

David realized the dancer wasn't fucking him, as much as she was continuing to dance with his cock inside her. Her ass shimmied back and forth in front of him, bringing his cock along with it.

He was entranced by the sight of her ass shaking and the feeling of her pussy jiggling his cock.

David saw the dancer look beside him and grab Maria's hand. She guided her around David's legs in front of her. He watched Maria disappear from his view as she was guided to her knees. The girls around him cheered again.

At the same time he felt Maria's tongue make contact with his balls, the dancer's rhythm changed. She obviously knew exactly what she was doing and very soon, David sighed out "holy fuck" as he filled the dancer with a well earned load.

The dancer's timing had been perfect. She hopped off of David and shook her way back along with the other dancers who had been attending to the other men in the front row.

As the show ended, the dancers with jizz dripping down their legs were looking particularly smug.

[The images on this chapter and the previous one are AI-generated. Any thoughts on the experiment? It's a good way to get a not-quite-real-looking image of an very specific scene. It might be an interesting addition.]