Chapter 15: Pimped by Angela, Breeding Her in Return

From that day forward, Angela had me on speed dial, summoning me to “massage” her exclusive roster of supermodels and A-list actresses. Word spread fast, and the demand for my services exploded. Some nights she booked me for back-to-back sessions, and by morning I was already prepping for another appointment.

Finishing my Ph.D. within the first month of this wild arrangement turned out to be perfect timing. With that burden off my shoulders, I could fully embrace this new life. Balancing academia with an endless string of sensual escapades? That would have been impossible.

At home, Susan, my official girlfriend and the mother of our newborn twins, didn’t put up much of a fight about my frequent absences. She was too consumed with the chaos of parenting to care that our sex life had taken a nosedive. If anything, it seemed like she was relieved by the break.

Susan was the picture of maternal devotion, her body still carrying the soft curves of pregnancy that made her even more alluring in an understated way. Her golden hair was often tied up in a messy bun, and her hazel eyes sparkled with love every time she looked at our twins. The babies were tiny, perfect replicas of her, with the same button noses and a knack for gurgling happily whenever she sang to them in her lilting, off-key voice. Watching her cradle them with that calm, nurturing confidence was a reminder of the quiet beauty in the chaos of our lives.

The money my female clients were throwing at me was obscene, so much that it was becoming a logistical nightmare. I’d resorted to stashing it in a bank safe deposit box, but I knew I couldn’t keep it under wraps forever. Eventually, I’d have to face the boring realities of taxes and paperwork, but for now I was riding the wave.

Who would have thought there were so many rich, hot sex-bombs willing to pay for a sexual adventure? Even if the rumors claimed it was an experience beyond anything they’d ever had? Well, I guess these chicks had more cash than they could spend, raking it in far too quickly and easily with those killer looks and perfect bodies. I was more than happy to help them put that surplus wealth to good use, taking their money while leaving them with something they might just be carrying around for a while.

Each client seemed more stunning than the last, as if the universe kept upping the ante just to test me. My brain was hooked on the thrill of the ‘conquest of novelty,’ and Angela delivered more than enough to feed that addiction. There was no shortage of ‘novelty’ either: famous Hollywood actresses, iconic European starlets, top-tier fashion models, and plenty of fresh-faced, up-and-coming talent just breaking onto the scene.

Angela confided that her agency had started using my services as both a reward for their most celebrated clients and a seductive perk for their new talent. Some of these breathtaking newcomers had barely turned 18, stepping out into the world on their own for the first time, wide-eyed and eager for experiences.

I took more than a few girls’ virginities, breaking them in ways they’d never forget. For these elite beauties, models, influencers, actresses, it was the kind of first time that set the bar impossibly high. There’s something about fucking a virgin that never loses its allure, especially when that virgin comes wrapped in the perfect, polished package of European high society.

When she arrived, she thought it was As I worked my hands over her flawless skin, her curiosity deepened, and I used a little TX34 to ease her into a state of relaxed compliance. In a nervous whisper, she confessed she’d been saving herself for something special, her cheeks flushing as the words tumbled out. By the time I finished, Maria left my room without her cherry, trembling and gasping with an expression of pure, awakened lust that made it clear she’d found exactly what she didn’t know she was looking for.

Take Maria, for instance, a barely legal Italian fashion model who had just scored her first big campaign. She was tall and willowy, with olive skin so smooth it looked airbrushed, and eyes that seemed too large for her delicate face. When I arrived, she was clearly expecting just a regular massage, curious why Angela had hyped it as something so exclusive. As I worked my hands over her flawless skin, her initial unease gave way to a growing, hesitant trust. In a soft, nervous whisper, she confessed she’d been saving herself for something special, her wide eyes full of fear of us pushing boundaries. I used a little tx34 to help her loose her anxiety, her breathing slowing as the tension melted from her body. By the time I left, her cherry was gone, replaced by an unmistakable glow of pure, awakened lust that made it clear she’d found exactly what she didn’t know she was looking for.

Then there was Camille, a French influencer with a baby-doll face and a shy smile that barely hinted at the sensuality hiding beneath her chic exterior. She arrived wearing a designer dress that clung to her petite frame, her cheeks flushing a deeper red with every word of encouragement Angela gave her. By the end of the night, she wasn’t shy anymore, gripping me desperately as she learned exactly how good losing control could feel.

And I’ll never forget Klara, a Czech actress who had just landed her breakout role in an indie film. Her body was all long legs and slender curves, her pale blonde hair cascading down her back like silk. She was so nervous she could barely meet my gaze, her hands trembling slightly as I approached. A gentle kiss, laced with a trace of tx34, eased her hesitation, her breathing shifting as warmth and need began to spread through her. She let out a soft moan when I entered her for the first time, her body arching into mine, responding to every move as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life.

Each one of them brought their own unique blend of innocence and beauty, and each one left my bed as a woman forever changed, their view of sex transformed entirely. And those tight, virgin pussies? The sheer thrill of being the first, of feeling that delicate barrier give way, shredding their hymen as they gasped and clung to me, it was a rush that never lost its edge.

There’s nothing like that first moment, the head of my frighteningly massive shaft pressing against her tight, untouched entrance, her soft whimpers mixing with the slick sounds of her body reluctantly yielding. The resistance is unmistakable, that last barrier of innocence holding firm until I push harder, savoring the way it gives way with a sudden, primal surrender. Her sharp gasp fills the room, her entire body freezing as the weight of what just happened sinks in. Her wide, tear-brimmed eyes meet mine, and I can see it: the exact second she realizes her innocence is gone forever.

It’s written all over her flushed face, the way she clings to me, desperate to grasp something that’s already slipped beyond her reach. Her trembling breaths, the raw shock of being stretched wide for the first time, the dawning realization that she’ll never be the same. It’s as if her body and mind both have their own barriers, and I’ve just shattered them. That moment, when she fully understands she’s no longer untouched, is the most intoxicating part. The innocence is gone, replaced by the flood of raw, unfiltered lust that overtakes her. Her tight, virgin pussy pulses around me, caught between resistance and surrender, but her soft, breathy moans betray the truth. Her mind’s fragile barrier, like the one in her cunt, has crumbled, giving itself over to me completely, leaving no doubt that she’s mine, owned and ruled by my cock.

Angela reported that my female clients praised the experience to the skies and begged for repeat appointments, their glowing feedback fueling an ever-growing demand for my services. Some of them even tried to sweeten the deal with extra cash or gifts, desperate to secure more time with me. The arrangements worked like clockwork, and that was largely thanks to Angela’s knack for organization.

I’d begun sharing 30% of the proceeds with her in recognition of her efficient administrative work. She handled the logistics like a pro, coordinating schedules, arranging venues, and managing client lists with a precision that left me free to focus on the part I enjoyed most. She was more than happy with the cut. Her talent for managing people and schedules made the whole process seamless, and she could easily fit it into her already packed days.

Her primary role at her agency involved overseeing the hosting of models her employer hired for advertising campaigns and photo shoots. The agency trusted her implicitly, and for good reason. She could juggle a dozen priorities without breaking a sweat, switching from arranging high-profile shoots to ensuring her exclusive clients received exactly what they wanted. It was no surprise that the women she sent my way were the cream of the crop, each one handpicked for their beauty and status. Angela made sure every encounter was as polished and professional as it was steamy and unforgettable.

It was a perfect partnership. While I brought the tx34 and my thick shaft that left clients craving more, Angela ensured that every aspect of the business ran like a well-oiled machine. She even handled the delicate details, discreetly providing morning-after pills to some of the younger clients, those without steady partners or deemed too young for motherhood. Between her administrative prowess, her ability to manage these sensitive situations, and the addictive allure of what I delivered, we’d turned this into a lucrative operation that left both of us grinning by the end of the day.

Our relationship became even closer after I persuaded her to receive a “demonstration” of my massage service. She had long been aware of the nature of my work, often finding me asleep in the mornings with one of my naked clients curled up against me. She’d smirk knowingly when my cock slipped out of the sleeping beauty with an audible thud, leaving no mystery about what went on during those late-night sessions.

Angela wasn’t a model or a famous actress. She dressed in sharp, conservative business attire, projecting an efficient, no-nonsense aura that kept the models and clients in line. But over time, I had noticed what she kept hidden under her prim blouses. Angela had a rack that could rival any of my clients - her large, natural D-cup breasts pressed against the fabric when she leaned over her desk, her slim waist and perfectly rounded bubble butt hinting at hours of dedication to her fitness routine. She was petite compared to the towering models, her head barely reaching my chin, but her vibrant energy and approachable charm gave her a unique appeal. I found myself looking forward to breaking the routine and finally enjoying this confident, attractive young woman.

When she emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and naked, she shyly covered her enormous breasts with her hands, as if unsure of how to present herself. I couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her toned, petite figure and those unexpectedly massive tits. I whistled in appreciation, tossing her a few compliments until her shoulders relaxed, and she hesitantly dropped her hands to her sides. Embarrassed but encouraged by my reaction, she even gave me a playful turn, revealing her athletic bubble butt with a deep cleft that rivaled the gap between her two perfect cantaloupes.

I motioned her to the massage table, savoring her mix of nervousness and anticipation as she climbed onto the soft surface. Angela stretched out on her stomach, her toned legs and perky, rounded buttocks perfectly framed by the gentle arch of her back. Her olive skin glowed under the warm light, accentuating the smooth curves of her slender waist and the enticing fullness of her natural tits as they gently shifted while she settled in.

I started with her shoulders, kneading the tension from her neck and upper back. My hands worked slowly downward, brushing along the sides of her large, firm tits that pressed enticingly against the table. Her breathing slowed as she surrendered to the sensuality of my touch. Her athletic ass was next, the perfectly rounded globes trembling slightly under the pressure of my palms as I teased my thumbs along the deep cleft between them. Every press, every stroke of my fingers over her flawless skin seemed to pull her deeper into relaxation, her soft sighs signaling her growing comfort.

When she was completely at ease, I reached for the tx34 laced oil, warmed it between my hands, and began applying it in slow, deliberate motions. The first touch drew a soft gasp from her lips, and within moments, her body began to respond. Her skin flushed, her nipples stiffened visibly against the table, and her hips started to shift slightly, as though seeking more friction.

As the spiked oil took hold, Angela’s quiet sighs turned into soft, breathy moans. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the heat building between her legs becoming undeniable. I flipped her over, exposing the full view of her incredible body: her massive tits, crowned with taut pink nipples, rose and fell with her quickening breaths. I let my fingers glide down her toned stomach, stopping just short of her swollen clit, teasing her until her hips bucked upward.

By the time her first orgasm hit, she was already trembling. I continued stroking and massaging her body, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her. She gasped and shuddered, her moans growing louder as tx34 amplified every sensation. Sweat glistened on her trembling thighs, the muscles quivering and contracting uncontrollably as her orgasms tore through her, leaving her writhing and panting, desperate for more.

When I finally positioned myself between her legs, her wide eyes locked on my thick, veined shaft, now glistening with anticipation. I pressed the tip against her slick, swollen entrance, pushing just enough to feel the resistance before sliding in slowly, her velvety walls gripping me snugly with every inch I claimed. Her back arched sharply, a cry escaping her lips as I buried the full, relentless length of my cock inside her inch by inch, her walls stretching to take me deeper than she ever thought possible.

Her nails clawed at my shoulders as I began thrusting, slow at first, letting her feel every ridge and vein along my shaft as I dragged it in and out of her soaked cunt. Her hips matched my rhythm, her athletic bubble butt slapping against my thighs with every deep stroke. The sound of skin on skin and her uninhibited moans filled the room, her body bucking wildly beneath me as she came again, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically, gripping and releasing as if trying to pull me even deeper.

I flipped her onto all fours, gripping her firm ass as I slid back into her dripping slit. Her ass bounced with every thrust, her cries turning into a string of desperate, breathless pleas for more. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto my cock with a force that made her whole body shake. Her orgasms blended together into a constant haze of pleasure, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up.

Finally, with her exhausted body sprawled beneath me, I held myself deep, my breeder throbbing as I unleashed a hot, thick load inside her. The release was overwhelming, a tidal wave of ecstasy that coursed through me as every nerve seemed to ignite at once. Her pussy contracted around my twitching cock, gripping me so tightly it almost hurt, as though her body was determined to milk every last drop. She felt the flood of my seed, her eyes glazing over with the primal satisfaction of being filled, her body shuddering violently in raw, animalistic joy. The intensity left her collapsing onto the table, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Her flushed skin, soaked in sweat, and the slight convulsions in her thighs told the story of the relentless fucking she had endured. By the time I finally slid out of her, leaving her hole stretched and leaking, she was utterly wrecked. She lay there motionless, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, barely able to move. Her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs bore the evidence of everything she had endured, and yet, her lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.

As I stood over her, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto my still-hard, glistening cock. “Fuck,” she murmured, her voice raspy from moaning. “That thing ... it’s a goddamn weapon. Long, thick, and fucking relentless.” Her hand reached out shakily, her fingers brushing along the length, as if she couldn’t believe the tool that had just wrecked her was real. “I don’t even know how I took it all. You stretched me in ways I didn’t know I could handle.” Her tone was lewd, but her awe was undeniable.

“You’re not human,” she added, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she leaned back onto the table. “No wonder these bitches keep coming back for more. You ruin us for anyone else.” She laughed weakly, her body still quivering as she tried to sit up, only to collapse back down with a sigh. “God, I can still feel you inside me. It’s like you left your cock burned into my memory.”