The Tour

Jessica looked up at Daren, her cheeks flushed and her pulse racing. The cocktail, the constant throbbing need between her legs, and the confident way he was looking at her made her throw caution to the wind.

“I don’t know…” she said, biting her lower lip. Her voice came out softer and breathier than she intended. “But I’d love to find out together.”

Daren’s smirk turned into a satisfied grin. “Good answer.”

He stepped out from behind the bar with predatory grace, immediately sliding a strong arm around her waist. His large hand settled possessively on the curve of her barely-covered ass, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. The thin bikini offered almost no protection — she could feel the heat of his palm directly against her skin.

“Come on, Blush girl. Let me give you the tour.”

He guided her away from the bar, keeping her close as they walked along the edge of the glowing lagoon. His hand never left her ass, occasionally squeezing or stroking as they moved. Jessica’s new body responded eagerly to every touch; each firm grope sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

They passed several charged scenes along the way.

A pretty blonde with a Blush band was pressed between two male guests on a floating lounger, laughing breathlessly as they took turns kissing her neck and running their hands over her body. Further along, another woman was straddling a staff member’s lap in the shallow water, grinding slowly against him while he openly palmed her breasts. The air was thick with soft moans, laughter, and the low pulse of the music.

Jessica’s head was spinning. Every new sight made her wetter. She could feel her juices starting to slick the inside of her thighs as Daren’s fingers teased the edge of her bikini bottoms.

“You’re handling this well,” Daren murmured, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. His breath was hot against her skin. “Most new guests are a lot more nervous. But you… you’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?”

Jessica didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The way her body was trembling against him was answer enough.

Eventually they reached the back area of the Lounge — a row of more private cabanas and small, dimly lit rooms with heavy curtains. Daren didn’t ask. He simply guided her into one of the private rooms, then gave her a firm push inside.

The moment the curtain fell shut behind them, he spun her around and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

Daren’s mouth claimed hers with dominant hunger, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her ass hard, pulling her body flush against his. Jessica moaned into the kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth. The taste of him, the raw strength, the way her hypersensitive body lit up like fireworks — it was overwhelming.

She melted against him almost instantly. Her fuller breasts pressed against his hard chest, nipples aching. When his thigh slid between her legs, pressing firmly against her soaked pussy, she couldn’t stop herself from grinding against it like a **** slut.

Daren broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips:

“That’s it… Let that perfect new body do what it was made for.”

Daren’s kiss was relentless, devouring. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hands roamed possessively over her body — squeezing her ass, palming her full tits, pinching her stiff nipples through the thin bikini top. Jessica was whimpering and grinding against his thick thigh like a bitch in heat, her soaked pussy leaving a wet streak on his uniform shorts.

She was losing her mind.

When he finally pulled back, she was panting, eyes glassy with lust.

“P-please…” she gasped, voice trembling. The mature, controlled Jessica Harlan was gone. All that remained was this ****, dripping young body. “I need to cum… Please, Daren, I just need to cum so fucking bad…”

Daren chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying how quickly she’d broken down. He spun her around and pulled her back against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. His other hand slid down her toned stomach and dipped straight into her tiny bikini bottoms.

“Already begging?” he murmured against her ear, voice thick with amusement. “Such a needy little Blush slut.”

His thick fingers found her swollen, dripping pussy instantly. Two fingers parted her slick folds and pushed inside her without warning. Jessica cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder. The stretch felt incredible — her inner walls clenched greedily around the intrusion, far more sensitive than anything she’d experienced earlier in her room.

Daren didn’t go slow.

He finger-fucked her hard and deep, curling his fingers to hit her G-spot with every thrust. His palm ground roughly against her clit. The wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick sounds filled the small cabana as he worked her soaked cunt.

“Oh my god—!” Jessica moaned loudly, hips bucking wildly against his hand. “Yes— fuck, yes—!”

She came within less than a minute.

Her whole body seized up as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his fingers, squirting messily down her thighs and onto the floor. She screamed, legs shaking so hard Daren had to hold her upright.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept pumping his fingers through her orgasm, drawing it out mercilessly, then immediately pushed her into a second one right on its heels. Jessica’s eyes rolled back, drooling slightly as another violent climax tore through her overstimulated body.

“Fuuuuck—! Too much— I can’t—!”

“You can,” Daren growled, biting her neck possessively. “This body was made for it. Give me another one.”

A third orgasm crashed over her almost immediately. This one was even more intense. Her vision whited out. Her athletic legs gave out completely, and Daren held her up effortlessly while his fingers continued their brutal **** on her dripping, convulsing pussy.

By the fourth orgasm, the pleasure had started to edge into something sharper. Her clit was hypersensitive, almost painfully so, but the clone body kept converting even that into twisted, overwhelming bliss. Jessica was sobbing and twitching in his arms, tears of overwhelming sensation running down her cheeks, yet her hips still weakly tried to fuck herself on his fingers.

Daren finally slowed down, but didn’t pull out. He kept his fingers buried deep inside her throbbing cunt, gently stroking her inner walls as she whimpered and shuddered through the aftershocks.

“Four orgasms in under five minutes,” he whispered smugly against her ear. “And you’re still clenching like you want more. That Pleasure Unlimited body of yours is something else, isn’t it?”

Jessica could barely speak. She was a trembling, dripping, ruined mess — bikini top askew, bottoms pulled to the side, legs soaked with her own juices.

And deep down, even as her mature mind reeled in overwhelmed shock, a dark little voice inside her already wanted him to keep going.