Disclaimer: This is the first part of a yet unfinished short story. This part contains sexually explicit language, but the story as a whole should not be considered a pornographic one.
Dennis Pascual felt his knees almost buckle under from exhaustion. Sexy starlet Joanna Ilustre continued to writhe in mixed pleasure and pain with his every thrust. He grabbed her long, sweat-drenched hair in his left hand and pulled. Joanna moaned loudly. With his left hand, he roughly squeezed the curve of her full hips, and then gave her smooth buttocks another powerful slap. She gasped, and then turned her head around to face him. Beads of sweat were trickling down her temples.
“I want you to come all over my ass,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“I aim to please,” he said.
Dennis let go of her hair and held her by the hips with both hands, pulling back farther and pushing in harder than he had done in the half hour since they had come up to her hotel room. Joanna weakly reached for a pillow and put it under her face.
“Don’t,” Dennis said sternly. “I want to hear it when I make you scream.”
He quickened his pace amidst shouts of “Yes!” and pulled out just as he was about to finish, his semen spilling onto her butt cheeks as she slumped over the side of the bed, shivering through frantic breathing. Dennis wanted to pick her up and roll her onto the bed. Instead he saw Joanna pick herself up on weak legs as the image started to blur and fade to black.
“Was that it?” Dennis asked.
Marty Lizardo opened the door to the eXPerience Chamber, and walked up to the corner where Dennis sat with a box of Kleenex.
“For a lot of people, coming on Joanna Ilustre is enough,” Marty said. “What else did you expect?
Dennis pulled out a come-soiled wad of tissue from inside his pants.
“Well, I gotta give it to you, these XPs of yours are great. But I guess I wanted to cuddle her for a little while,” he said.
Marty let out a loud laugh. He finished completing Dennis’ charge form and handed it to him.
“Here you go. Present this to the woman outside. Oh, and if you want cuddling, I think we’ve got some XPs of Heart and Angelica,” Marty said.
Dennis opened the door to the main hallway, stepped out, and paused.
“Do you ever feel guilty, or tired of using all of this technology to pass on someone else’s experiences to other people? Not that I’m complaining about the quality of your service, mind you.”
“Here’s a counter-question,” Marty said. “Would you ever get tired of fucking beautiful women, drinking the best champagne, and seeing the wonders of the world without all the money, time, and energy that doing them would normally cost?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Dennis said. “Is that what your life’s like?”
“Good day, Mr. Pascual.”