"Well, I'll say this much, you really know how to treat a girl." Yoko took another sip from her glass, the red wine complimenting her hair.
"I'll say!" Sonico dove into a plate of spaghetti, coating her cheeks with marinara sauce.
"Only you would get spaghetti for breakfast." Jon, you are aware we don't need to eat, right?" Yoko continued.
"Yeah, I know. I just thought maybe I could show you guys a nice time, wanted you to see that you are appreciated. And, of course, maybe get a bite for myself." He eyed the tremendous steak in front of him, medium rare and served with a buttered baked potato. "How are the shrimp, Yoko?"
"Very delicious, thank you. My taste receptors are all atwitter." She removed her napkin from her collar and fanned her cleavage. "It was sweet of you to loan us such beautiful clothing for the occasion."
On her person was an elegant scarlet evening gown leftover from lovers past. Sonico sat across the white tablecloth in a black, laced dress. It had taken some convincing to get her to wear clothing once more.
The restaurant was grand and well-lit. Their waitress had sat them neatly in the middle of the room, and surrounding them was an atmosphere of vanilla candles and velvet chairs. A few of the patrons cast curious sideways glances.
"Why are they looking at us?" Sonico whispered, half a meatball falling from her mouth.
"I'd say it was your eating habits, but more likely it's because we strike them as an odd trio."
"We have nothing to be self-conscious about." Jon's tone was reassuring. "What did you girls want to do for this evening?"
"I was hoping I could cook us some dinner." Sonico answered.
"A little skinny dipping under the stars." Yoko winked.
"After last night, I'm ready for just about anything. Sonico, did you need ingredients?"
"Oh, no. Your pantry is so well stocked, I think I can manage something."
"Awesome, I'm going to use the restroom while you girls finish up, and then we can get the check."
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Jon splashed water onto his face and looked into the mirror. Had he made the right decision in bringing them here? He had heard the garçon mumble about androids under his breath. As human as they appeared, their likeness to their media betrayed them. He didn't care what the others thought, he only hoped the girls would be alright.
"Hey you, whatcha thinkin' about?" Yoko slipped through the door and locked it swiftly behind her.
"W-what are you doing? You can't be in here, what if somebody finds us?" Jon looked around cautiously, making sure all the stalls were vacant.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to check in, thought maybe you could facefuck me while Sonico finishes her spaghetti."
"You really like to take charge." He could do nothing as Yoko kneeled and started unzipping his pants.
"I'm a girl who knows what she wants, and right now I want this beautiful cock in my mouth. You've recovered since your fun with Sonico, right?"
"I have." Jon winced as she weighed his full girth in her palm and squeezed.
She was stunning. Having let down her hair, it rolled over her shoulders in heaps. She paused and released him, her fingers going to the hem of her dress. In a single action it was off, leaving her in only her pantyhose and high heels. "I couldn't find any underwear to go with the dress, shame isn't it?" She crouched and fingered herself deviously.
"I think it gathered some attention."
"I'm proud of my body. Unfortunately for them, its all for you."
A short orgasm gripped him, the result meeting with her cheek. "Whoops. Not a problem." She smeared the unexpected cream onto her face and smiled. "Hope that doesn't count as one, I'm gonna milk you for all your worth."
She offered her tits, two mounds of strawberry skin topped with even pinker cherries, scrumptious triple D's begging to be played with. Taking up his dick she traced it around her nipples.
"I little birdie told me you like boobies."
"I wonder who that was."
"I'll never tell!" she sandwiched him and cackled.
Hugging her cleavage tightly around him, she made it so her nipples kissed each other with every revolution. Faster and faster she bounced her body, her sight only leaving his already slick package to gaze at his pleased expression, that alone was enough for her quake in delight.
For the second day Jon felt the phenomenal touch of a woman. Somehow they had broken through his shell of self-loathing and awakened the lustful, loving beast inside. As Yoko's bountiful bosom rocked him to his core, he sighed and moaned as the frustration was overtaken by swaddled bliss.
She resumed and latched onto him with a dedicated ferocity. It was clear she had been holding back up until now. His cock was even more delicious than she imagined, clean but enriched with a lovable musk that filled her nostrils and made her cross-eyed with pleasure. She even thought she tasted a little bit of Sonico.
Fanning her tongue over his meat she moaned and felt her privates quiver. His central vein was so large and powerful, so healthy, she could only fawn over it.
"You okay?" Jon looked into her welling yellow eyes.
Yoko only responded with her throat. Like Sonico she possessed no gag reflex and teased him by swallowing continually. Jon relaxed and allowed her to work, watched his dick disappear and reappear as she bobbed madly. Slobbering and slapping him against her cheeks, she would worship every drop he gave up.
Jon came, a full two loads present in a single delivery. Yoko pulled in her cheeks and sucked, fixing him delicately between her molars, and aiming his essence against her tonsils. He grunted and tucked his head close to his chest. His release was her ecstasy, without thinking she squirted a powerful stream onto the tile underfoot, as a singular cum bubble escaped her nostril.
"My bad." She glanced at the small puddle beneath and blushed.
"Holy shit, you are amazing."
"Thank you," she stood and fell into him, "sorry, little light-headed, synapse must have misfired.
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"I see someone finished her spaghetti...." Yoko smirked and patted out her dress.
Sonico sat at a table of empty plates and bowls. A generous portion of her meals was plastered to her face. Behind her the waitress possessed a bewildered look. "I did, I ordered a few more things I hope that's okay."
"Of course." Jon took his seat and beckoned for the bill.
