Chapter 16: Stag Trip with Makeda and Friends

The month leading up to my wedding with Susan had been a whirlwind of excess, fueled by my so-called “massage business,” which was nothing more than a front for selling sex. The real appeal wasn’t in my hands: it was my secret weapon, tx34. This miracle drug gave every woman an experience beyond their wildest fantasies, a euphoric pleasure they’d never forget. And while they basked in ecstasy, tx34 quietly sabotaged their birth control, ensuring I left them with more than just memories. Celebrities, models, trophy wives: they all came to me, desperate for what I could give, and none left my table untouched or unmarked.

Francesca, my supermodel friend and steady affair, was the only one who knew the truth, or at least part of it. She believed my success came down to unique skill and an almost supernatural ability to give women pleasure. She handed me my first clients, her closest friends, who left glowing and swearing they’d never had better. She had no idea about tx34, but it didn’t take her long to notice a pattern. More and more of her friends were ending up pregnant, glowing with the unmistakable look of women who’d been thoroughly satisfied. Even she wasn’t immune, carrying my child as proof of what she called my “one-of-a-kind” prowess. Instead of being shocked, she seemed to revel in it, teasing me about how I’d turned so many of her connections into soon-to-be mothers.

Francesca kept me grounded, or maybe just more addicted to the thrill, by always wanting to know every detail about my sessions afterward. Her insistent questions for every saucy detail weren’t just curiosity; they were foreplay. The more I told her, the wetter she got, her fuck-hole dripping with arousal as she hung on my every word. By the time I finished recounting my escapades, she was practically trembling with need, her body desperate for release. Her arousal rivaled even tx34’s effects. She’d let me use her stunning, supermodel-perfect body to unwind after a long day of fucking other women. Her eagerness and insatiable desire only fueled my obsession further, making her the perfect accomplice in my web of indulgence.

At home, Susan stayed blissfully unaware. She poured her energy into making everything perfect for our wedding, glowing with happiness as she prepared for the big day. Having recently recovered from childbirth, she was focused on settling into her new role as a mother to our newborn twins. Her maternal instincts were strong, her love for me even stronger, though her already low sex drive had taken another dip.

The wedding preparations had the benefit of some extra hands. Angela, with her sharp organizational skills and endless connections, made sure every detail was seamless, leaving no stone unturned. Francesca, with her flair for the elegant and her need to please me, took charge of the creative touches, determined to make the day as memorable as possible. The irony was delicious, knowing that my two most frequent fuck-partners were working side by side with my future wife to make our wedding a dream come true. Susan, ever trusting (or perhaps consciously choosing to feign ignorance?) welcomed their input with open arms, her radiant smile suggesting nothing but gratitude.

Watching them interact with Susan added a twisted layer of tension to it all. More than once, Francesca lay on top of me, her skin flushed and glowing from a passionate session, when Susan called her to discuss flower arrangements or seating plans. Hearing her cheerful voice over the phone while Francesca’s bare body pressed against mine was a thrill I could never resist. The duality of it all, Susan’s innocence, and Francesca’s complicity was exhilarating in a way I could never fully explain.

Now it was only a few days until the big event, and I felt the itch to blow off some serious steam: one last obscene excess before the vows were exchanged. Not that I had any illusions about my sex life slowing down after marriage; that wasn’t going to change. But there was something about the tradition of a stag party that called for an uninhibited, unrestrained blowout. I craved another night like the wild orgies in Mexico or the debauchery on the flight back. But a typical bachelor party with my friends? No chance! I needed absolute freedom, no one watching when I cut loose.

This wasn’t going to be just a party, it was going to be a spectacle. I wanted to outdo everything I’d ever done, make it wilder than deflowering thirty virgins in thirty hours down in Mexico, or the fuckfest on the plane back where I orchestrated a sex competition. Ten hotties competing to drain all four hundred and twenty-five men onboard, their tight little bodies taking load after load until they could barely stand. Those had been legendary orgies, just like the infamous dorm party where I first tested the fog machine ... each of these had been hotter, dirtier, and more uninhibited than the last.

But this time, I had a new goal. It wasn’t just about the orgy or the thrill of the chase. It was about seeing how far I could push my breeding fetish. Those previous escapades had been about fun, pure and simple, but this ... this could be about knocking them up. I wondered how many women I could send home pregnant after one short stag trip.

So I booked an extended weekend at a notorious party resort in Cyprus, a hotspot for wild British groups looking to drink themselves stupid and fuck their way through the night. The place was a paradise for degenerates like me, beer on tap, cheap thrills, and dorm-style rooms crammed with bunk beds for packs of horny partygoers. But I wasn’t here to slum it with the crowd. I went all out, reserving the top-floor suite all for myself, a space meant for ten or more, now my personal playground.

The plane touched down in Cyprus around ten in the morning. By the time I stepped off, the buzz of anticipation was already coursing through me. The hotel bus arrived to shuttle us from the airport, and I didn’t waste a second. Scoping out the passengers, I zeroed in on groups of all-female guests, flashing my most charming smile as I dropped casual invites to a private party in my suite later. I sweetened the deal with the magic words: free cocktails. The moment those words left my mouth, I could see their interest spark, their eyes lighting up like I’d just handed them tickets to paradise.

By the time we reached the hotel, I’d already locked onto my first target: a jaw-droppingly gorgeous black girl in her twenties with flawless, deep-ebony skin that shimmered like polished onyx, a slim and tall stature, and an air of quiet confidence that gave her the aura of a princess. She introduced herself as Makeda, a name as exotic and regal as her presence, and as our conversation deepened, I learned she was Ethiopian. She was traveling with five other smoking-hot chicks, all six of them dental assistants from a private clinic. Together, they moved like a pack of giggling, flirty party girls, their energy infectious and their beauty impossible to ignore. I knew instantly, I’d struck gold.

I let them check in first, hanging back just long enough to make my move. Once they were done, I asked Makeda for a favor: to help me with my luggage. She didn’t hesitate, leaving her friends to find their room as she lingered at the reception desk, waiting for me to finish checking in. Her lips curled into a playful smile that told me she knew exactly what she was getting into. It was clear to everyone, her friends included, that she wasn’t there to haul suitcases. The pretense was paper-thin, and that was exactly how I liked it.

When we reached my suite on the top floor, she was wide-eyed with amazement at the sheer size, bouncing from one bedroom to the next, laughing as she threw herself onto every bed like a kid in a candy store. I let her have her fun for a moment, then followed her into one of the bedrooms, finding her sprawled out on the mattress, still grinning. Without hesitation, I climbed on top of her, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t resist. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth as she eagerly met me halfway.

For five minutes, we stayed like that, our tongues swirling together as I let my hands roam over her body. My palms found her tits, squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top, testing their softness. When she didn’t push me away, I slid my hand under her shirt, my fingers brushing the bare, warm skin of her chest.

The tension between us ramped up quickly. Her breathing grew heavier, her body arching into my touch as we kissed and groped each other like animals in heat. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was naked beneath me, and once that happened, there was only one place this was heading. I wasn’t here to play it slow or traditional; I was here to let loose, so I decided to speed things up. While we kissed, I reached for the small tube of tx34 gel I always kept handy and rubbed some onto her neck, my lips distracting her as the drug began to work its magic.

It didn’t take long. A few minutes later, our clothes were flying off, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, and I was on her, pounding into her like I’d been waiting for this all my life. The contrast in our skin was hypnotic: my thick, pale cock plunging into her sleek, pitch-black body as my hands claimed her soft, round tits, the dark, thick nipples pressing against my palms. She was a vision, her dark-skinned, lean body writhing beneath me, her moans echoing off the walls of the suite. This was exactly the kind of excess I’d come here for.

By the time I’d brought her to her fourth orgasm, her body trembling and drenched in sweat, a knock sounded at the door. I didn’t bother covering her; Makeda lay sprawled out on the bed, her legs spread wide, her glistening pussy in full view of the door. Completely naked, my cock still slick with her juices, I answered it, already guessing who it would be.

Sure enough, two of her friends stood there, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. That mix didn’t last long. The moment they saw me standing there naked, my cock gleaming in the light, their jaws dropped. Their wide-eyed shock deepened as their gaze shifted past me, landing on Makeda’s naked, thoroughly fucked body stretched out on the bed.

I didn’t give them a chance to bolt. Moving quickly, I grabbed both of them by the wrists, my palms coated with fresh globs of tx34 gel. I pressed the drug into their skin, their initial resistance melting almost instantly into dazed compliance, their shock transforming into unfiltered lust. Within seconds, they were stroking my cock, their fingers slicking up the length as their inhibitions evaporated.

Clothes started flying, each piece landing in a chaotic heap on the floor as I kissed and groped them, their hands roaming over my body with the same hunger I saw in their eyes. I guided them back into the room, toward the bed where Makeda lay, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she realized what was happening.

For the next hour, I took all three of them, moving from one to the next without pause, their bodies writhing and colliding in a frenzy of heat and moans. Their hands pulled me closer, their mouths found my skin, and their legs wrapped around me as I drove into them over and over. When I finally reached my peak, I buried myself deep inside Makeda, my cock twitching as I unloaded every last drop of my cum into her tight, quivering pussy. Her body arched beneath me, her soft cries mixing with the sound of my balls slapping against her. The heat of her slick cunt clung to me, refusing to let go, even as I finally pulled out.

But I wasn’t done. Time was of the essence if my sperm was going to have a chance to do its deed, not just in Makeda but in her friends as well. Still dripping from my climax inside Makeda, I grabbed the base of my slick cock and immediately guided it to the second girl. She was already watching, her full, round tits capped with thick, dark nipples rising and falling as her breath quickened, her gaze locked on my dripping shaft like she was ready, almost desperate, to be bred.

I slid into her with one firm thrust, gripping her hips tightly to keep her steady as her body shuddered around me. My cum, mixed with Makeda’s juices, spread inside her, slickening each deep stroke as I drove forward. She moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, her legs pulling me closer, urging me to pump deeper, ensuring every drop had the best chance to reach its target.

When it was the third girl’s turn, I didn’t hesitate. Thick rivulets of cum were already leaking from Makeda’s spent pussy, pooling between her legs. I reached down, scooping up the warm, sticky mess with my fingers and smearing it deliberately over the tip of my cock, ensuring not a drop went to waste. With my cock coated in the fertile mixture, I pressed into the last girl, her body arching as I filled her completely. Her pussy clenched tightly around me, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room as I thrust deep, planting the load firmly against her cervix with every deliberate stroke. My hands gripped her perky tits, kneading their soft fullness while her body quaked beneath me, completely lost in the moment.

I cycled back to Makeda, then to her friends again, ensuring my cock stayed dripping and ready as I took each one in turn, transferring more of my release from Makeda to her friends, again and again. Each thrust into Makeda replenished my cock with the thick, fertile cum pooling inside her, which I then pushed deep into her friends’ hungry, quivering pussies. The sticky mixture of my seed and her juices coated me entirely, ensuring every transfer was deliberate, every motion purposeful, as I moved between them like a breeder on a mission.

By the time my cock finally started to soften, I’d thoroughly inseminated all three of them. Their bodies lay tangled together on the bed, their pussies stuffed with my seed, their flushed faces glowing with satisfaction. I knew they wouldn’t just leave with memories of this encounter, each of them was destined to carry my babies. With tx34 overriding their birth control and triggering ovulation, I knew each of them was primed and ready. If tx34 worked its usual magic, they’d conceive twins, making it six in total. A perfect start to the indulgent excess I’d come to Cyprus for

Later, the remaining three members of their group came looking for their friends. They hesitated in the doorway, but the sight of their naked, sweat-slicked friends sprawled across the bed left them stunned. I wasted no time, applying a fresh dab of tx34 to their necks, before they had a chance to bolt. The effect was immediate: any resistance evaporated, replaced by desire that burned in their wide eyes and parted lips.

They stripped in a hurry, showing off the exquisite bodies of slim, fit girls in their early twenties. One had small, perky tits with puffy nipples that stood out like ripe berries, while another had hips that flared beautifully, framing an impossibly wide thigh gap. The last was lean and toned, her muscles rippling with every movement as she slid into the bed. I took my time with each of them, savoring their gasps and moans as we moved together in a tangled frenzy of sweat and skin.

I brought each of them to the edge repeatedly, playing their bodies like instruments, making them scream with pleasure. The wide-hipped beauty rode me first, grinding down on my cock while her tits bounced in rhythm with her moans. The girl with the puffy nipples followed, her small breasts pressed against my chest as she clawed at my back, her body shuddering as she climaxed. The toned one had me finish her from behind, her tight ass slapping against my thighs as her pussy clenched around me with every thrust.

Only when I had each of them utterly spent, their bodies trembling and satisfied, did I allow myself to finish. I buried myself deep in the wide-hipped one, gritting my teeth as I pumped her full of my release. I could feel her shudder as the heat of my cum filled her completely.

Just like before with Makeda, I transferred the seeds to the two, cycling forth and back, picking up as much of my cum from the wide-hipped and pushed it as deep as my cock would go into her friends receptive bodies.

By the time I was finished, all three lay stretched out on the bed, their legs still trembling, their pussies filled with my release. With tx34 guaranteeing their fertility, I knew that one release had done its job: another six babies in one stroke.

Once all six had been satisfied and headed to the pool to recover, I was far from done. I invited another group of four girls to my penthouse suite, this time even younger, their fresh faces glowing with excitement as they eagerly sipped on tx34-laced cocktails. It barely took a minute before the drinks worked their magic, and their giggles turned to heated glances, their bodies inching closer to mine as the tension thickened.

The orgy that followed was pure chaos. The first girl was bent over the edge of the bar, her pert, youthful tits swinging with each deep thrust as she gripped the counter for support. Her moans filled the room as I pounded into her tight, petite pussy, her pretty back arching with every stroke. A little later, the second lay sprawled across the bed, her skinny legs spread wide in an almost submissive display, her fingers curling into the sheets as I knelt between her soft thighs and thrust hard enough to make her cry out, her fragile body trembling with pleasure.

The third straddled my face, her cute slit grinding against my tongue while her hands clutched at my hair. Her clit was oversensitive, her hips rolling desperately as she rode me, her moans growing louder with every flick of my tongue. Beside her, the fourth leaned in, her full, firm tits pressed against her friend’s back as she kissed her deeply, her hands roaming and squeezing as if she couldn’t get enough. When her lips weren’t busy, they wrapped around my cock, taking me deep into her throat between sessions, her eager tongue swirling over every inch.

The bed, the bar, the floor, every surface of the suite became a stage for the chaos, their sweaty bodies twisting and tangling as I took each of them in turn. They were insatiable, their cries and gasps spurring me on, their pussies clenching around me as I drove into them over and over, making each of them explode into countless orgasms.

When I finally reached my peak, I drove deep into the tightest, most welcoming pussy of the group, releasing with a low, primal groan as her body convulsed around me, milking every drop. My thick, fertile load was then carefully shared between all four of them, making sure each received enough to leave them filled and ready to conceive.

By the end of the first afternoon, I had impregnated ten girls, efficiently spreading just three of my loads among them, leaving me still brimming with stamina and eager for more. It was a promising start to my bachelor trip, one where I intended to push my sexual escapades to their absolute limit and beyond, reveling in the primal joy of spreading my genes as widely as possible.

But targeting groups of unattached sluts was too easy, almost predictable, and nowhere near wild enough for my stag do. I needed something more daring, more twisted - a challenge that would push the boundaries even further. The idea hit me like a spark: impregnating babes who had come with their boyfriends. The thrill of the added danger and their boyfriends’ humiliation was irresistible. But how could I pull it off without triggering a fight? The answer was obvious: The easiest way to distract a guy? A naked hottie begging to be fucked.

Armed with that simple but effective plan, I made my way to the pool. The place was packed, teeming with young, gorgeous people, exactly what this resort was known for. I spotted two couples lounging together, the girls a vision of sex appeal in their skimpy bikinis. One flaunted long, perfectly toned legs and massive tits that strained against the tiny triangles of her strappy top, each movement threatening to spill them free. The other had hips so wide they created an irresistible, expansive thigh gap, the tiny tonga-style bikini bottoms seeming almost lost between her legs, barely clinging to her pussy lips. That narrow strip of fabric looked one slight shift away from sliding to the side. The way it just barely covered her was pure temptation, as if made to be slid aside for a deep, satisfying plunge into her inviting fuck-hole nestled in that wide, tantalizing gap.

They were perfect. Now came the trickier part: distracting their boyfriends.

Under the pretense of needing a hand, I enlisted the two guys and led them toward the back of the hotel, where I’d seen a towel storage area earlier. There, working quietly and avoiding the chaos of the guests, was a pretty Arab staff member, maybe eighteen or twenty years old. Her modest uniform contrasted sharply with the bikinis outside, her demure demeanor making her even more enticing. She kept her head down, sorting towels, oblivious to the setup about to unfold.

The moment we entered, I sprayed her with tx34 before she had time to react. Her head jerked slightly, and I watched as the drug’s effect took hold. The shy, distant air about her melted into something entirely different: heated, desperate, and unrestrained. Her eyes darkened with lust, and her hands trembled as she pulled at her clothes, shedding her modesty along with her uniform.

The two guys still looked confused, exchanging glances as if trying to piece together what was happening. Their confusion didn’t last long. The young Arab maid stepped forward, her small, firm tits now exposed, and boldly grabbed their dicks through their swim trunks. The stunned looks on their faces were priceless. She was no longer quiet or reserved; she was ravenous, her hands working their growing bulges with desperate enthusiasm.

While they were distracted by her eager assault, I discreetly placed two cleverly disguised webcams in the corners of the room, ensuring the action would stream live to my phone. Satisfied with the angles, I moved toward the door and casually tossed the guys a pack of condoms with a smirk. “You boys enjoy this cutie. Stay safe,” I said smoothly, my tone almost mocking as their stunned expressions shifted into raw anticipation.

As I stepped out and closed the door behind me, I caught the first groan of pleasure as the pretty maid sank to her knees, her soft, eager lips already parting to take them both.

Returning to the pool, I found their sexy girlfriends right where I’d left them, chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to what was unfolding just a short distance away. With their boyfriends thoroughly distracted, it was time for the real fun to begin. I could have played it safe, seduced them casually, taken them to my suite under some pretense, and let my drug do the work. But I wanted more than that, I wanted something unforgettable, something that would make this threesome explosive.

What stokes a woman’s passion more than revenge? Revenge sex is raw, primal, and unmatched. That’s exactly what I was aiming for.

When I approached, I slipped into their conversation effortlessly, then, with feigned casualness, I dropped the bomb: their boyfriends were busy fucking a pretty maid. The disbelief on their faces was immediate and predictable. “No way,” one of them scoffed, her big tits rising sharply as she folded her arms.

“They are,” I replied coolly. “You don’t believe me? Take a look.”

Pulling out my phone, I showed them the live stream from the hidden webcams. The footage was as explicit as it could get: the young maid was being split-roasted, her delicate lips stretched around one cock while the other slammed into her tight, petite ass from behind. Her moans were muffled as she bobbed her head, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoing faintly through the room. The two guys, completely lost in their lust, clawed at her body like dogs in heat, their grunts and groans matching the frenzied rhythm of their thrusts.

The girlfriends’ faces shifted from shock to fury. One’s jaw tightened, her wide hips visibly tensing beneath the thin strap of her bikini, while the other’s lips trembled, her hands balled into fists as her massive tits heaved with her ragged breathing.

“See?” I said, still calm. “They even listened to my suggestion to use condoms. At least they’re not getting the poor girl pregnant.”

That detail, however, was utterly lost on them. Rage twisted their features, and their disbelief turned to cold, sharp betrayal. I could practically feel the heat of their emotions radiating off them, their fury bubbling just beneath the surface as they stared at the graphic scene on my phone.

When their anger and outrage reached a fever pitch, I made my move. With a subtle touch, I rubbed a small amount of tx34 cream onto their shoulders and arms, the drug quickly sinking into their flushed skin. Their anger had them too distracted to notice, but I saw the shift immediately: tight jaws and tense bodies softening ever so slightly as the drug began to override their emotions with something deeper, more primal.

Leaning in close, I murmured smoothly, “The best way to handle betrayal is to get even. Indulge in a hot fuck of your own ... something wild, something they’ll never have to know about. Besides,” I added with a sly smile, “women always win at this game ... you can come as many times as you want, while they’re finished after just one.” I paused, letting the idea linger in the charged air before adding, “What do you say we take this somewhere private, your room, maybe?”

The transformation was breathtaking. Their fury melted into a fiery, determined lust, their eyes burning with a mix of revenge and raw need. The drug had amplified their arousal, and their anger, now redirected, only made it more intense. They clung to my arms, their sexy bodies pressing against mine as their breaths came quicker. It was clear they couldn’t wait another second. They were ready, and I was more than happy to deliver.

As they pulled me along, their hands gripping me tightly, I caught sight of Makeda at the poolside bar. Her ebony skin shimmered under the sunlight, her posture relaxed and confident as she watched the scene unfold. A knowing smirk curled on her lips, and she gave me a playful wave and a subtle thumbs-up, clearly amused by my effortless ability to turn the resort’s sexiest women into eager conquests.

Once inside their room, their fury transformed into unrestrained passion. We tore into each other with a hunger that turned their pristine bed into a chaotic, sweat-soaked mess, one their boyfriends might later find and wonder about. They unleashed every ounce of their rage, their bodies shuddering with wave after wave of ecstasy. Each of them experienced a dozen earth-shattering orgasms, screaming my name as they rode me like women in heat, channeling all their pent-up emotions into raw, animalistic fucking.

Whenever their energy began to wane, I’d pull out my phone and show them the live feed of their boyfriends still fucking the Arab maid senseless. The sight of the two men, groaning and gripping her petite body as they lost themselves in their lust, reignited a fire in the girls. Fresh waves of rage coursed through them, fueling their determination to get even. One straddled me again, her massive tits bouncing wildly with every desperate thrust as she planted her hands firmly on my chest. Her long blonde hair cascaded around her face, framing her flushed cheeks and parted lips, her moans growing louder as she pounded herself on my cock with reckless abandon.

When she finally collapsed and rolled off, her body quivering from the aftershocks of an intense, drawn-out climax, the other wasted no time taking her place. Sliding into reverse cowgirl, she leaned forward just enough to accentuate the curve of her toned back, which shimmered with sweat under the dim light. Her hips began to move in a slow, deliberate grind, her petite, narrow tunnel gripping me with a firm, unrelenting hold as she worked me with calculated precision, each motion designed to keep us both hovering on the brink.

The view of her smooth, tight ass, firm and perfectly sculpted, pressing against my thighs with every roll of her hips, was enough to drive me wild, my cock twitching inside her as she worked me with renewed fervor. With her pace shifting between teasingly slow grinds and sudden, desperate thrusts, and her slick heat gripping my dick with every motion, she had us both teetering on the edge of losing control.

There’s nothing quite like revenge sex to bring out a woman’s most primal side.

When the final moment came, I made it count. I buried myself deep inside the one with the alluringly wide thigh gap, her trembling body arching as I released a thick, potent load into her. Without hesitation, I pulled out, my cock still dripping with cum and her wetness, and quickly slid into the other. Her snug, quivering pussy clenched around me as I thrust deeply, ensuring my seed was planted where it needed to be. Moving back and forth between them, I worked methodically, spreading my release as evenly as possible, scooping up anything that was leaking and adding it to the head of my pole before pushing back in.

It ensured both would leave this encounter carrying my children. Cuckolding their cheating boyfriends was the ultimate revenge, though the girls were blissfully unaware of this twist. To them, it was just a wild, no-strings-attached fuck, a release of anger and lust. What they didn’t realize was that tx34 had rendered their hormonal birth control useless. But I knew. The knowledge gave me a dark, primal sense of satisfaction, knowing I had outsmarted and outfucked those two clueless guys in every way that mattered. Letting them have their fun with the pretty Arab maid was a small price to pay for the greater reward: knowing their sexy girlfriends would soon give birth to my kids. The sweetest part? Those naïve fools would raise my children as their own, blissfully unaware that their girls had betrayed them in the most intimate way.