She Starts Spectacular With The Pre-Date Entertainment.

It was only some mild surprise to you when lounging around at home while texting with Fuji that she gave some requests to help set the stage, such as asking if you wouldn’t mind wearing business casual style clothes.

That wasn’t a problem, though you’d texted back ‘What about my birthday suit?’

Her enticing response?

Fuji: Mrm~, I’d love to work with that. If that’s your wish, then it’s my desire to accommodate~

Just from the text, you could easily imagine that sensual husky voice of hers from your new memories, the ways she's frequently hug you from behind, pressing her large breasts against your back lending a seductive air to her whispered words that made even the most innocuous things sound sinful whenever Fuji was over at your families home.

A memories of that cool, sultry and beautiful blue haired Fuji coyly smiling as she’d saunter from your bedroom uncaring that she’d walked in on you in the middle masturbating to some porn, after moaning into your ear freezing your hand wrapped around your cock mid pump, was the sexiest way you’d ever been told dinner was ready.

God damn, teenage you of this alternate past was a lucky blueballed son of a gun.

However, you would go dressed, receiving a reply from her which you could almost feel the disappointed sigh and visualize the pout she must have had from the text when she confirmed your choice of attire.

Maybe another day you’d see how a super-villainess and her genius daughters would **** the world to accommodate you having your bits dangling out and about in what should be utterly inappropriate public indecency.

Getting ready was a simple affair, a shower, change of clothes and making yourself proper later and… it wasn’t even noon as you sat on the couch. Just you, and your inseminated mother still in her skimpy outfit and time.

As if sensing your conundrum, or creepily spying on you, your phone dinged with a message from Fuji.

Fuji: For the pick up, would you object if I chose somewhere a little more thematic? Transportation, refreshment and ‘entertainment’ would be provided, on the Nijou dime of course.

If she wanted to go all out to razzle and dazzle you, why not? At least you wouldn’t be waiting around. Firing off an acceptance, your speculation on what this transport might be was answered scant ten minutes later when the doorbell rang, throwing your courier bag over your shoulder with the notebook and your ‘gift’ inside you headed to the door.

With that speed, you honestly wondered if Aki had some sort of emergency response **** reserved just for something like this in general close at hand? Or was it something more extensive?

After mulling the thought as you arrived at the door, you hedged towards the latter. Opening it, you couldn’t help an amused quirk of the lips at the two colorful characters that were there.

Wearing a soft warm smile, the long blue haired woman who spoke possessed a potent feminine beauty flaunted by her modified gauzy sundress that allowed you to devour up partial obscured figure beneath, through her plunging neckline and the slit in the skirt that ran up to above her hip gave plenty of of her flawless skin on unobstructed display.

“Mister Haverty I presume?” She asked with a saccharine voice.

The other woman scoffed, rolling her eyes at the question was in several ways the opposite of the traditional beauty of her partner. Crossing her arms under her bust that strained her crop-top, unashamed that the amount of underboob displayed and taunted a viewer with the mystery of if she was wearing a nipple-cut bra. Her leather coat, hotpants and garters that lead into her thigh-high boots gave her a ‘punk’ look, that her attitude completed.

“Uh, lets see, he’s panty soaking hot, handsome and matches our dossier on him to a T. Who else could it be?” She irreverently rattled off, flicking fingers out for each point. Her partner simply brushing a lock of her blue hair behind her ear, not rising to the brusque flirtation.

Glancing to the driveway you spied a rather unremarkable van idling there, another pair of women, far less expressive in their sharp business dresses, sat waiting in the driver and passenger seat.

“That’s me, guessing that I earn no points for assuming you're my ride.” You lightly quipped, making towards the van. From the gauntlets and curious case they each had respectively, it was a small leap to that they were from Aki’s PMC.

Taking point, the blue haired woman giggled as she opened the sliding door of the van for you to enter. “Plain clothes division at your service.” She answered, confirming that Fuji was sparing no expense.

Raising an eyebrow in amusement you gave them looks taking them in from head to toe. “Interesting definition of ‘plain’ clothes.” You mirthfully said, entering the van, its interior was similar to the sprinter van Ena had given you a ride into work, luxurious interior, plentiful seating and so on, yet lacking the murals it still adulated the feminine form as the form of women were carved into the lacquered wooden paneling.

Erupting with a bark of laughter, the redhead as she climbed into the van, shutting the door behind her, gave you a lustful ogling. “Heh, is that a complaint about eye candy? Because if looking isn’t doing it for you, then you can wham, bam this ma’am without so much as a thank you ma’am.” The redhead brazenly flirted, spreading her legs open causing her already tight hotpants to go taut, molding them to her mound as she leeringly grinned from her seat on the broad couch she occupied.

Perfect to push her down and fuck her on.

Covering her mouth with her hand, the blue haired guard cleared her throat, her cheeks tinted flush. “Ahem, yes, by Fuji’s orders we're included in the ‘entertainment’ options offered for this trip.” She said, her tone formal, but a sliver of hungry desire leaked through.

Scoffing at her partner’s formal word choice, the redhead rolled her eyes. “Nice school girl crush imitation Lexie.” She teased.

Huffing at the jab from her partner, Lexie sighed. “We’re professionals, Janghwa. Standards are important.” She fired back defensively.

You hummed, enjoying the entertaining interplay between the two women providing a reprieve from any awkwardness.

Lexie’s words however did bring up something. Fact is Fuji could have easily have just sent you professional and stoic escorts, who could be ghosts, their existence barely registering to you, meaning the lax professionalism between these two could be very deliberate.

How meticulously thoughtful, it certainly beats a car ride full of dead air.

“Perhaps, perhaps I’ll take that offer up.” You uncommittedly said, mulling it over. Electing to bask in the entertainment of how lustful Aki’s subordinates were for you. It did make you wonder just how far beyond the school it went?

Janghwa broadly grinned at your answer, leveled a predatory gaze at you. “Hah! So, you’re saying that we’ve got a shot at getting the Haverty dick then?” She said, rubbing her chin that spoke of mischief brewing within those amethyst eyes, and a metallic clinking of her clawed fingers of her gauntleted hand tapping on the buckle of her hotpants.

Then her ploy was set into action as she shed her leather jacket, letting it crumple on the floor unceremoniously as she twisted in her seat. Having your attention she sensuously stretched and undulated flaunting her figure as she lowered herself to lay on her stomach across the couch, her legs pressed together parting to reveal her perky, firm ass presented towards you in temptation as she shook it in invitation.

Knowing she had your rapt attention, she gave her ass a slap, and squeezed her soft cheek through her hotpants. Gazing seductively over her shoulder at you, Janghwa wore a confident wolfish grin. “If you do decide to ‘warm up’ for meeting Lady Fuji, just come and shove yourself inside~” Janghwa purred, curling her finger beckoning you to enjoy her.

However, your eyes traveled to the other quieter occupant, her luscious lips pressed into a thin line at her partner’s brazenness as she remained demure, keeping some of her professionalism in display. Yet, her clothes that teased her body and underwear visible through them when you looked the right way, a slight turn of her neck made such a tempting target, a blushing girl you could flirt then fuck into a mess.

A subtler approach, a contrast to the direct crassness of Janghwa.

Catching Lexie’s eye, the smile that blossomed on her face at your gaze confirmed your suspicion as she drew herself up, just so that you had a great view of her breasts and legs. She projected the picture of a demure lady.

Wordlessly expressing that she wouldn’t resist if you pushed her down and had your way with her even if she was feigning protest.

Both these women could kill you twenty ways from sunday, yet from their overflowed with desire for you, these femme fatals were flaunting themselves for your attention.

It would be rude to turn up to a date with a wet dick…

That errant thought stopped you, then you huffed at the stray piece of normal logic, in your rather reason defying world. A rather thrilling thought jumped to mind as you scooted towards Lexie, the movement drawing both women’s attention as the distance between you and the bluenette shrunk, the woman subtly drawing herself up as she took a deep breath.

Lexie stiffened, her hefty chest rising from her sharp breath from the as you laid your hand on her exposed thigh through the slit of her dress, slowly running your hand along the flawless smooth skin of her thigh. Further invading her space you wrapped an arm around her shoulders to launch a barrage of kisses trailing from her shoulder to her neck, sending her shivering.

At the touch of your lips on her silky skin, the elegant woman melted in your arms. “Ah~, S-sir please save yourself for lady Fuji.” Lexie hotly rasped in protest, even as her hips gyrated in excitement and her head tilted granting you unrestricted access to her neck for your lips **** with your kisses and nipping.

An aggravated and aggrieved sound emanated from Janghwa's throat. “Typical, miss suck up gets the prize.” The redhead tsk’d as her head slumping into her arms and legs falling to the cushions. Crestfallen, she shifted her head to glare enviously at your exploration of Lexie’s body, her body unmistakably moving to accommodate her working an arm underneath it to touch herself through her hot pants.

Cupping Lexie’s heavy breasts you flexed your fingers digging into the firm flesh and her husky moan stirred the heat of lust in your body. You spared a leering look at the redhead. “Be good, and you’ll have a turn.” You offered her.

Instantly Janghwa perked up, her hips undulated, humping her concealed hand with greater fervor. “Welll, if you’re offering this bitch a bone, then woof, woof.” She answers, shamelessly leering at you from her position.

If she was going to be that sporting about it, then why not put her to work?

An electric current of thrill ran through you as you grinned. “Call up Fuji, for a video call.” You said, your hands slipping between Lexie’s bikini-top bra and her bare skin, grasping the firm warm flesh of her breasts.

Quirking an eyebrow in intrigue, Janghwa shifting to sit upright on the couch let out a bark of mirth. “Hah! Smile Lexie, Mistress Fuji’s going to be watching.” Janghwa teased, she waved her hand, calling up a holographic window, on it a three dots circling indicating the outgoing call.

The first ring had barely begun when Fuji’s face appeared on the hovering screen, and you sprang your greeting gift. Cupping the underside of Lexie’s hefty mammaries, you heaved them free through the exposing neckline of her sundress, giving Fuji a full frontal show of Lexie’s knockers that clapped together from their momentum.

Fuji hummed appreciatively, her eyes lidded and a sultry look and leaned back into what appeared to be a seat of a private jet savoring the sight of you pawing at Lexie’s puppies shamelessly. “I see you’ve found your escort suitable to play with.” Fuji sensually purred.

You bounce Lexie’s breasts in your hands making a pitter patter to the backdrop of the soft feminine chorus of her breathy moans. “Why, I just couldn’t keep my hands off them.” You replied. Behind, and to the side of the screen the redhead, waggled her eyebrows.

Giving a throaty seductive chuckle, Fuji regally sitting in her seat gazing at you, drinking in the sight of your hands circling and massaging Lexie’s breasts. “Lexie, cease being such a poor toy, he’s doing all the work, we exist to serve!” Fuji huskily chided her subordinate who looked properly scolded, then Fuji leaned closer to the camera.

“Now, both of you, serve.” Fuji commanded, her voice laden with power and elegant poise.

Slinking to her knees, Janghwa wore a leering grin. “Yes Ma’am.” She answered, crawling between your legs, her hands sweeping up your legs to converge on your zipper. The punk woman shivered from delight from squeezing your package through the fabric of your pants that twitched in response, she was like a child who could barely restrain herself from tearing open a present she knew was her heart's desire. Letting out a hot breath, Janghwa took hold of your zipper, languidly opening it a few teeth at a time, flinching at each metallic click until your fly was completely opened.

Lexie’s right hand interceded, reaching through your open fly to grope your now swelling prick, the touch of her fingers coiling around your shaft injected searing carnal desire into your stomach.

Below Janghwa unbuckled your belt, and undid the button of your pants, pulling them down with an expression of lustful awe when Lexie pulled your cock free of your underwear. “How does he feel?” The redhead breathlessly asked, covetously gazed at your cock that stiffened with the firm stroking of Lexie’s hand, Janghwa’s own hands roaming your thighs filled with restless desire.

“Wonderful isn’t it?” Fuji interjected, her voice low, husky and compelling. Lexie demurely nodding to her mistress’s assessment, her expression jubilant. Fuji wore a charming smile continuing on. “Just makes you want to worship it, to bathe it in your spit from licking and sucking that pillar of fuckmeat.”

Below at your waist, without having to look down you could feel Janghwa’s strained will in the battering hot breeze of her labored breaths that swirled around your shaft and leaked through the gaps in Lexie’s fingers.

““Yes mistress.”” Janghwa and Lexie both affirmed.

The intensity of the heat increased from Janghwa’s mouth drifting closer, right up until your breath became a hiss at the molten wet heat of her tongue lashing at the ridge of your glans.

Your ministrations surged in fervor, pinching, squeezing and slapping Lexie’s breasts, responding to the growing stimulation.

Merely smirking, Fuji took an elegant sip of champagne that conveyed her satisfaction. Her eyes mischievously flicking to yours, guiding your vision to a drop of champagne that escaped her lips, trailing down her chin, tilting back her head the droplet you followed brought your eyes to her choker clasp, a brilliant amethyst encrusted shackled set of open hands with your initials in their palms. “Can you feel it? Your purpose, our purpose as women is to serve him. This intimacy, the heat you feel is to serve in the most primal way, to give him carnal succor by being the toy you are for him.” Her words were for the women, yet Fuji’s purple eyes full of smoldering desire and conviction fixated on you, in tandem they sent a swell of heat that traveled across your skin in tingling delight buzzing across its surface.

Discontent to remain so idle, you pushed Lexie who gasped, toppling onto her back on the couch of the van, throwing aside her sundresses thin skirt unveiling her soaked bikini-bottoms and aggressively you moved to loom above the demure woman who kept her legs spread, poised to penetrate her. The holo-screen of Fuji followed your motion ensuring you were face to face with her

“Why Fuji, I might just be turning up to our date with my dick wet.”

Fuji closed her eyes, and her shoulders shivered, moaning with relish at the thought. “Oooh, please do.” Wetting her glossy red lips she groaned, her eyes flicked open and she leaned closer to the camera. “Make me clean off the sloppy seconds of some floozy you ravished on my own date~” Fuji sensually rasped, begging for you to defile the fidelity of the date.

Letting out an amused huff at such eager confirmation that it wouldn’t remotely be a problem whatsoever with any of the Nijou women.

You sucked in a breath as you felt fingers firmly curling around your prick and the lashing of a tongue running up and down the length of your shaft. Taking a glance down between your body, and Lexie’s you saw Janghwa working your cock, lathering it with a coating of her spit, her other hand had a finger hooked pulling aside her partner’s bikini-bottoms granting you unobstructed access.

Shifting back to Fuji, you gazed into her eyes holding eye-contact as you lowered your hips, your prick guided to Lexie’s womanhood by Janghwa until you paused, her dripping lower lips kissing the tip of your cock, Lexie let out a quivering moan, rolling her hips grinding your cock on her entrance needily.

“Sir, sir please, please.” Lexie begged beneath you, her longing expression framed by your hands on either side of her head, your fingers sunk into the silky blue sea of her hair spread across the seat.

Making a pensive hum, you savored the absurdity of your situation. Lightly rocking your hips, tormenting Lexie by only dipping your tip into her snatch that contracted as if sucking on your tip to entice you to sink into her, causing her to let out a yelp that faded into a keen from refusing to go further. Fuji mirroring Lexie let out her own moan that caressed your ears in their lustful serenade, her eyes lidded and she saucily bit her nail, accentuating her sultry desire.

The sound, and look were intoxicating, Fuji was billionaire heiress, and successful woman in her own right besides. Shallowly fucking the woman beneath you in feigned indecision, eliciting twin adulating moans.

You had to give it to Fuji, she was quite an actor to be able to mirror Lexie that flawless, or maybe was it… “You're piggybacking off of Lexie’s senses aren’t you?” You inquired, giving a hard buck of your hip sinking your full cockhead into the guard velvety passage.

Throwing her head back in her seat with a pitched throaty moan, Fuji audaciously smiled at you, having caught her like a child with her hand in the cookie jar. “Mrmm, am I giving you ideas? Maybe when I’m accepting another big award for my movies, you can jackhammer into some cute thing to see if you can get me to break character and moan your name to all those celebrities present~” Fuji flirtatiously dangled the sinful fantasy at you.

Slowly sinking into Lexie’s depth, both women coo’d until you hilted, your hips pressed to hers, bodies pressed together pancaking her breasts on your chest and arms wrapped around your neck sparking gasps from them.

“Activate it for Janghwa.” You ordered Fuji, beginning to piston into Lexie’s velvety quim whose inner walls skillfully massaged your prick that fed the broiling heat in your abdomen.

Barely a breath later the redhead let out a strangled moan. “Fuuuuck!” The heat of her curse laden breath caressed your sack from her pause in her tongue’s ministrations.

The sensual noises fed your relish that Fuji, a woman who didn’t have to settle for second-hand pleasure, another rough buck of your hips you rumbled in primal gratification. She had the power, the wealth and strength of personality to never share you, to never tolerate you sleeping around, let alone watching you bury yourself into another woman.

Yet.

Darting down, you captured Lexie’s lush soft lips kissing her with savage hunger, the screen of Fuji’s followed your motion, ensuring she was getting close up on you making out with one of her servants, who passionately returned your kiss joyfully matching your escalations until your tongues wantonly wrestled in the open for Fuji to see.

Janghwa, driven by desire slowly started swathing herself over you from behind, her splayed hands leading the way up your back followed by her lips placing a trail of kisses along your spine then last in the procession were her stiff nipples and breasts dragging across the back of your shirt in twin pools of warmth pressed against you. Reaching your shoulders her hands slid to your arms, snaking down them to interlace her fingers with your own, her chin resting on your shoulder her lips brushing your ear for her to whisper into it.

“I’m going nuts from just the mirrored sensations, and Lexie’s got the real thing. I’ve always wondered if Miss Modest is even able to moan like a whore? Wanna try finding out?” Her hips spooning yours applying a light pressure asking permission, which you gave using a nudge. Approval given, Janghwa shoved her hips propelling yours in a rough thrust sheathing you in her partner's tight womanhood, provoking a throaty moan from Lexie.

Covering her mouth with her hand Fuji smokily chucked. “Save some enthusiasm for later Haverty, there’s many more dishes you can enjoy ahead than the appetizers.” She paused, revealing a seductive smile as she tapped a finger on her lips. “Or don’t, putting alllll my work to dazzle you to waste, a mere plaything like me isn’t entitled to you going along with my designs after all. I exist to be used~” Fuji ended on an excited husky note, playfully weaving the temptation to despoil her intricate plans in heedlessly pursuing your wanton desires.

Surging down to lock lips with Lexie, you released a rumbling voracious groan into the supplicant woman’s mouth, taking her cue from your action, Janghwa began bouncing your hips hammering into Lexie’s with matching your fervor spurred by the lust inflamed by Fuji’s words. The absurdity of rich heiress joyously welcoming the man who asked her out tiring himself out fucking her employees.

Well, she didn’t know the trick you had up your sleeve of side effect free usage of Aki’s special stamina pills.

“I’d love to keep watching Haverty, but alas I have to finish the arrangements for our date. I’ll leave the keys to your company's senses in your hands, and give you more interesting surroundings for your fun.” Fuji apologetically said, languidly raising her hands into frame she gave a single dramatic clap.

Around you the outside world which you’d barely been registering shifted, the first things that hit your senses were the tunes of sitar and the hot dry caress of a desert breeze across your exposed skin.

The walls of the van’s interior which had been the streets were now a grand and lavish Arabian tent you ‘sat’ at the position of honor, the rest of it was occupied by dozens of stunning women sauntering around bearing food and drinks serving the others, or lounging on silk pillows in titillating poses wearing Arab harem girl outfits casting longing your way and jealous gazes at Lexie. In the center before you were several topless belly dancers undulating their bodies in sensuous patterns to the music with erotic mastery.

“Ladies~, make sure the Sultan doesn’t get bored.” Fuji airily commanded.

Then unexpectedly, from the lounging women within the scenery chorused in response. “Yes mistress~”

Giggling Fuji gave you a wave. “Take care Master~” She touched her fingers to her lips and blew you a kiss before she vanished from the screen, replaced by nude figures of Lexie and Janghwa framed by an intuitive UI which allowed you to control the sense streaming between both women.

One of the women lying to your left tittered. “Oh, we’ll take good care of him in your absence.” She purred, flipping aside her pelvic curtain, and using two fingers spread her vivid pink pussy.

“Ignore those emulations, they're just set dressing.” Janghwa husked into your ear, aggressively rocking her body ensuring you were pounding Lexie.

You could feel Janghwa lift her head away to glare at the generated woman. “Back off pixels, he’s got real pussy to fuck.” She growled through her lustful panting at the flashing harem girl.

The image chuckled at the bodyguard’s territorial attitude. “Our Sultan’s desires matter more than yours.” The fake woman rebuked.

Rumbling with amusement, you had to admire the complexity of Aki’s technology to be so interactive and life-like. You luxuriated in the warmth of the two bodies sandwiching you, your tongue exploring Lexie’s mouth and wrestling with her tongue like two beasts, while your prick was swaddled in the silken vice of glove, each stroke into her molten depths stoked the blazing heat in your abdomen.

From above Janghwa bucked her hips fucking her partner by proxy, keeping a hammering rhythm of slapping flesh that filled the van’s interior and stimulated the women in the screens many openly masturbating, and the red head began whispering dirty talk into your ear.

“Cum, cum deep inside her and breed her, then fuck me with that still wet dick and the sloppy seconds.” Janghwa rasped.

Below, gazing into Lexie’s adoring gray eyes beseeches you to fulfill her partner’s word, so full of love and devotion, she broke the lip locking kiss you’d both been prolonging all this time, her body jolting from your hips she cupped your cheek tenderly and a brilliant smile spread across her face.

“Sir, I’d be honored to receive your cum-ah!” Lexie’s declaration cut off with a yelp of bliss from Janghwa giving your hips a particularly sharp push.

Fake dry heaving, you didn’t need to see the redhead’s face to tell she was rolling her eyes. “Urgh, you’re always so wordy, just admit like I do that you wanna be his cumdump!” Janghwa intruded on her partner’s moment.

“Play nice, or you won’t get a bone.” You chided Janghwa, who let out a whine and slunk into reverent silence, shifting to occupying her mouth with trailing kisses across your skin.

Your breathing was labored from the building pressure of your climax, breaking from the pace set by Janghwa you began the rush to fulfillment, rapidly pumping into Lexie your body boiling from your lust and dual heaters of the bodyguards encasing you dragged your mind into a haze of primal instinct to inseminate the beautiful woman you were inside.

At last you felt the telltale surge of molten heat in your stomach, you pushed yourself down onto Lexie pressing your hips to hers in a tight seal held in place by Janghwa’s body locking you to the hilt inside her partner. The first thick rope of your cum poured into her womb, that liquid heat of your seed ignited her own explosive climax, a melodic moan rushing from her mouth and she held you tight burying your face into the crook of the shoulder filling your nose with her rich sweet feminine and floral scent.

Her inner-walls constricted wring out the most of each load you deposited inside her flower, every fresh pulse of hot essence that filled her brought a new pitched joyous moan from Lexie from the heaven it brought her, and under her breath you could hear her babbling glee.

“This is what I exist for, lady Aki’s wisdom was true, this is my purpose as a woman.” She rapturously said to herself.

Right until your orgasm ebbed away, into a pleasant afterglow between you and Lexie, who tenderly kissed you on the cheek. However, one person present wasn’t sharing in that post-coital bliss.

A strangled sound of agony came from atop you. “So close!” Janghwa whimpered, her body quivering, unsteadily dry hump yours desperately seeking her own climax.

Chuckling at her being a bitch in heat, you lifted a hand and reached back to grasp her fine firm ass. “You’ve been a good little dog, and you’ve earned the ‘bone’ good girls get.”

Janghwa made an explosive sigh of relief, launching herself off of you allowing you to tear yourself from Lexie’s embrace and turn to find her in the same position she’d propositioned you in. Now divested of her top and hot pants as she was laying on her stomach, legs spread displaying her drenched underwear.

Gazing over her shoulder with burning desire. “Woof, woof~” She barked, wiggling her derriere invitingly, then suddenly a shocked raspy moan rushed from her mouth, her limbs stiffen and her back arched as if her nerves had been electrified with searing pleasure.

“Tsss, Lexie! Ahh~, s-stop!” Janghwa hissed in pleasurable agony.

Pausing your approach, you glanced back at Lexie who’d remained flat on the couch, her hands now playing with her breasts and cum leaking pussy, tormenting her partner in **** for her rudeness during your ravishing of her by using the neural mirroring judging by her self-satisfied look.

“Keep her on the edge.” You commanded, and the blunette wordlessly obeyed, shifting her hands to paw at her breasts softening the **** on her partner’s fraying limits.

Prowling towards Janghwa’s **** jolting figure lent a predatory thrill to the short distance, the way she buried her face into the cushions which now felt like silk pillows, the artificial audience raptly watching you and whispering when you placed a hand on the small of the redhead back pushing her down to fix her in place. Using your other hand you peeled aside her sodden panties, the scent of her need for you filled your nose while guiding your cock to her drooling lower lips kissed your tip with molten desire.

Pausing, you quickly altered the neural mirroring to send Janghwa’s feedback to Lexie, spurring a delighted sharp breath from her.

Janghwa flinched at the touch of your member, her hips bucking sliding your glans sliding it along her slit. “Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m getting the real, raw deal.” She hotly rasped, bodily shivering. “I’m so fucking worked up I’d cum just from you putting it in. Come on, make me cum my brains like the fucktoy I am for you.” Gazing back at you with her cat-like purple eyes that implore you to take your pleasure.

You needed no further enticement, slowly pressing your prick into her entrance you savored the feminine breathy moan she released in bliss at her stretching from your tip penetrating her, the searing heat advancing up your glans until it passed the ridge of your cockhead where her lower lips clamped around your shaft. Secured inside, you bodily lurching forward savagely, your cock slid into the depths of the hot furnace of her pussy until you reached her cervix.

Instantly her inner-walls spasmed, clenching around your still sensitive prick in breath stealing pleasure. “Oh, fucking, fuuuuck, mrph~!” Janghwa rattled out exuberant expletives that faded into a whorish moan burying her face into the seat cushions while you pressed your body weight down onto her until her quaking from the shockwaves of her climax.

Groaning you drew back fighting the bodyguard’s gripping passage until your glans remained in her, then thrusting forward back into her to a carnal smack of flesh from your hips meeting the padding of her ass followed by many more slow, powerful strokes.

Both women cried in ecstasy from your wanton pleasure seeking, your ferocity spilled into the environment on the screens, the generated women falling into lust, seeking each other's bodies kissing, groping and fingering in the pairs or groups they formed. The lurid background egged you on further in a feedback loop, the escalating sexuality of the environment turned into a feedback loop, the faster you ravished the redhead, the more erotic the scenery grew.

A set of affairs that suited your much more vocal and vulgar partner.

Beneath you Janghwa’s hands clenched fistfuls of the cushions to shove her hips to meet your harsh thrusts in animal instinct. “Oooh, yes~ Use me harder, Haverty!” She growled out the torrent of her lustful thoughts.

The boiler in your stomach was running hot again, fueled by soaking in the obscenity and absurdity you were balls deep in. Snaking an arm around her neck you placed her into a headlock, tying your bodies together for you to jackhammer into her pussy in short hard thrusts.

“This is what you like isn’t it?” You rumbled into her ear.

Producing a rumbling throaty moan, Janghwa purred. “All those suckers who’ve bought me drinks, trying to get into my pants. But this is what I dreamed, just you thanklessly using me, grabbing me and pounding me until you're satisfied, then walking away. Your cumdump is ready to be filled~”

Rumbling you flattened yourself to her body, the lightning of another climax shooting through your body, the prickle of the hot desert air tingling your skin as you shot thick strands of your seed into the redhead’s womanhood, that ignited her another orgasm.

Your bodies undulating against each other in the throes of rapturous bliss to the backdrop of sinuous moans of lesbian couplings and music until the high of your climaxes ebbed away.

Enjoying the heady afterglow while you rested on top of Janghwa who hummed, luxuriating and preening in being the sheath for your manhood radiating satisfaction, and silent in contrast to her typical demeanor.

Your indolence was intruded from the side by one of the projections.

“Refresh Sultan?” One of the veiled servers offered a tray of chilled drinks, breaking the line of virtual and reality as the van itself seemed to reconfigure itself, morphing to replicate the tray partially extruding from the wall with a glass of water on it for you.

Taking it, you knocked it back feeling reinvigorated by its cool touch after all the intense activity.

Yeah, you weren’t going to have any problems staying entertained until you met up with Fuji.