Checking In

A perverse smile sat on Oti's Mahlangu's face as she stared our the window of the limousine, something very out of character for those who knew the prim professional. Then again, they would have also never known here to be teasing her pussy on a ride either, not even her husband on their wildest nights. Too bad for Oti then, that it was exactly what Jonny was doing in her body. And he was loving every minute of it.

He felt great pleasure in the peverted things he was doing to this woman. He didn't know her, save from dipping into her memories. But she was his conquest for now. And the feeling of knowing he was in control of such a gorgeous body was akin to the most potent aphrodisiac that could be found.

He knew the journey wouldn't take too long. The traffic seemed to be fair tonight and the city rolling by out of the window, whilst unfamiliar to his host, was something he had mapped out from his many journeys. For now, he just took advantage of knowing this driver wouldn't disturb him.

Fishing her phone from handbag with a his free hand, Jonny flicked the front camera into life and began to record his antics. Pulling a few expressions with his beautiful new face, Jonny directed the footage down to his waistline and the bump in his jeans the slender, probing hand was making. Sliding her ring finger fully past the lips of her pussy, 'Oti' bit her lip as the sensation left her sex gushing. Carefully withdrawing the hand after a moment, Jonny brought it back to the camera's attention. The finger, ring included, was slick with her juices. Bringing it to Oti's mouth, the camera captured her sliding it into her mouth, savouring the taste as she sucked it clean, leaving her saliva in it's place.

'That'll be a good keepsake' Jonny thought as he finished the recording.

***

As the limousine pulled into the entrance of the Grand Duchy, a bellboy quickly hopped to attention as he went to get the passenger door. Upon opening it, the young man watched as a graceful woman emerged, flashing a lovely smile to him from her gorgeous face.

"Thanks kid" she spoke with her accented tone.

"N-No problem" the bellboy stuttered, internally scolding himself for losing his professionalism in the face of a customer. The woman didn't seem to mind though. In fact she only laughed.

"Well, are you going to get my case then?"

This brought him back to reality and he saw to her needs, retrieving her belongings from the already attentive driver. Whilst he chambered for her things, Oti made her way inside the lavish hotel and toward the front desk.

"Now this is swanky" Jonny whistled quietly as he took in his surroundings. Marble towers, sculptured floors and lavish decor greeted him as he stepped inside, the rooms most striking feature being a large, ornate chandelier that hung between a duel staircase up to the first floor.

Jonny took a few glances at the patrons too, a mixture of the wealthy and elite scattered around, either seated or on the move. Rich families on vacation and important officials were just some of the clientele currently occupying the Duchy. Jonny knew there was fun to be had here, almost lost in his own daydreaming before he suddenly found himself at the front desk.

"Good evening madam! Your name and reservation please?" A camp man behind the counter greeted him.

"Oti Mahlangu" he replied effortlessly as the receptionist began punching in her details and explaining the hotels services. Jonny just nodded his head and played along to the inate rambling, knowing that all he'd like to do now is get his host to he room. Eventually, the man at the desk concluded.

"Is there anything else I can do for you madam?" He politely asked as be handed her the key card to her room.

"No thank you, I can take it from here" Oti replied with a smile. She turned to the bellboy who had now caught up.

"Thanks dude, but I've got it from here" Jonny hushly told him, breaking Oti's demeanour somewhat to the kids suprise.

"Ok then madam" he stuttered somewhat. "Enjoy your stay".

"Oh I will" Oti replied, wheeling her case up to the vacant elevator as she headed for her room.

***

"Now this is living" Jonny told himself as he entered the room. It was almost like a small apartment, mirroring the elegant apparel of downstairs with an almost panoramic view over the town below.

Putting her case to one side, Jonny made sure to draw the curtains before he sat Oti down on the bed and left her body. Shooting a clone into her limp form, he cracked his joints a little as he settled in.

"This could be a lot of fun. I think we chose well" he noted to his now stirring clone as he sifted through the minibar. Finding a small bottle of prosseco, he pried the top off and began drinking from the bottle without a care.

"This could make for a pretty good bridal sweet" the clone infused Oti noted as she kicked back onto the comfy bed.
"Too bad she's already been deflowered. Her husband's a lucky guy".

"Yeah, well her husband ain't here" Jonny noted as he took a swig of rich ****. "And even if he was, it's not like he'd have a say in how I'd treat his wife".

Oti chuckled as Jonny came to sit beside her. Her hands couldn't keep from her body as she toyed with the sight she'd seen every day of her life like a horny teenager.

"She's definitely a good find. I bet her dance abilities translate well into sex" she purred.

"Yeah?" Jonny replied curiously as he casually threw the new empty bottle away.
"How about we find out".

Rolling over, he spread her legs so he was in between them, unbuttoning his casual shirt as he brought her slender hands up to his frame. The clone looked back at him with a wry grin.

"You're lucky you're us" 'Oti' joked. "After our antics in the car, I definitely had pussy on the mind over dick".

"And therein lies the difference" Jonny explained as he crouched down closer to her face.
"You are me, but you serve me. And you know how we like it".

Their faces now inches apart, whatever resistance Oti has broke.
"Fuck it, I'm too horny to care at this point".

The pairs lips collided as Jonny got to grips with his current conquest.