Give them something to talk about.

If it’s a show these people want, you’ll give them something to record. You grab the back of Pixie’s head again and thrust down her throat. You tell her your plan and she hums and nods happily, vibrating the head of your dick. The break to stand up and reposition gave you time to recover, and you thrust faster and faster into Pixie’s willing throat.

Down below a small corner of the pool party is whooping and hollering as they look up at the spectacle. At the center of the melee is a bachelorette party of eight women all in tiny bikinis, tiaras, and sashes. The bachelorette holds a scepter in one hand and her cellphone in the other as she stands mouth agape.

You look down at them, disgusted. You turn and look into Pixie’s eyes, and she seems to want this as much as you do. Too quick to give a warning, you shoot your first burst onto Pixie’s tongue. She moans in horror, and pulls off, both of you turning to aim the rest of your shots over the balcony. You grab your hose, spraying into the air as Pixie licks your balls from behind. You completely empty yourself into the crowd as Pixie stands up beside you.

Down below, the bachelorette party realizes what’s coming but the crowd won’t let them move. Droplets of white hit first one, then all of the group shrieked in disgust. As the cumshower poured on the grouplet, the bride to be looked up to curse you out, just in time to see Pixie spit your first burst over the edge.

The droplet flew like an arrow before splashing over the bridge of the bride’s nose. It dripped down the sides of her nose, off her lips and into the valley of cleavage in her bikini leaving a veil of white.

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As the women screamed, you and Pixie both threw them the bird and went to bed.

You wake up in the morning tangled in each other’s limbs. As you pull yourselves apart, Pixie looks at the time and jumps up, rushing you into the shower.

“No time to talk, get cleaned up if you want the best day of blowjobs in your life!”

Well, the last 24 hours were good, so you figure you might as well go with the flow.

“What are you talking about?” You intone over the noise of the shower.

“I got you an invitation to the Green Dragon Club. It’s an underground spot we set up for high-rollers with the best throats in the city.”

“Wait, why would you need an underground club in Blowjob Heaven?” you wonder aloud.

“Well blowjobs are legal, but prostitution isn’t, silly! Then everyone else could get blowjobs, duh.” She says matter of factly.

You wash off last night’s damage and get dressed, not bothering to care about the contradiction.

A town car waits at valet parking and takes you to a smaller, older casino further up the strip. Once arriving, Pixie escorts you into an elevator that takes you to a sub-basement. Stepping out you see a beautiful Chinese style lobby filled with bonsai trees. A small water fountain makes a pleasant noise in the corner.

An elegant woman wearing a short qi dao steps into the room.

“Is this David? We have an excellent lineup for him today. Also, Pixie, I need your help.”

As you wandered into the room, Pixie at your hip, the matron continued.

“Here, at the Green Dragon we specialize in near-fictional Asian blowjob arts. All the things that were only myths, we made reality. We have four specials today.” The matron stops in front of a door. It opened and two shapely raven-haired Taiwanese women beckoned.

“This is Xue and Haru. They are masters of the alternating hot and cold blowjob. Everyone knows the feeling of a warm, wet mouth, but there are so many other sensations these two can use to heighten the sensation. The feeling of cool, wet mint in one mouth, and warm invigorating tea in the other as they swap back and forth…”

You zone out, dick throbbing as you move to the next room.

In the second room, an empty cargo net lay under some intricate machinery.

“This is our spinning net room. Our normal expert is off today, but Pixie has trained with the machine and can pleasure you adequately.” Pixie grins like a banshee.

“The feeling of a tongue rotating around you is unique, and our net has some give, so you can pull your girl up and down as she spins.”

Pixie chirps, “I guarantee you’ll enjoy it, David! I’ve been training with dildos for months for this!”

In the third room, an older, incredibly busty Japanese woman lounges on a couch under a soft pink light. In the back of a room, a smaller woman in a maid outfit prepares tea on a hotplate.

“This is Reiko, our best tease. She’ll bring you to the edge over and over again until you explode in pleasure. She can do more with your underwear on than most women could with their whole throat.” Reiko smiled demurely.

Walking to the last room, a short, but busty Thai woman wears a schoolgirl skirt, handcuffs around her left wrist and nothing else.

“This is Beer, she wants nothing more than for you to fuck her face. As long as you want, as hard as you want.”

Beer sneers at you. “Nah, I can tell looking at him he’s a bitch.” You get angry for a second but is she trying to manipulate you? Should you fuck her face either way?