Chapter 18: Fucking Kim, Amy, Sara, and Laira on a Private Jet to LA

It had been just over three years since I stumbled upon tx34, the ultimate female Viagra, and life had only gotten better. My business had exploded, bringing in millions of pounds each year, ensuring we lived in complete comfort. Success followed me everywhere, at work, at home, and especially in the bedroom.

Susan and I wasted no time building a family. Our first set of accidental twins was followed by two more sets in quick succession, until the house was overflowing with laughter, chaos, and the never-ending demands of six young children. As much as she loved being a mother, Susan decided three pregnancies were more than enough and went to her doctor for a copper IUD. Unlike hormonal birth control, which tx34 interfered with, the non-hormonal method worked perfectly, allowing me to keep using the drug on her without worrying about knocking her up again.

Raising that many kids wasn’t easy, so we brought in a live-in nanny to help manage the madness. Even with extra hands, Susan threw herself fully into motherhood, her days consumed by the endless needs of our little ones. She was so busy that my frequent overnights in London barely registered. I imagined the millions of pounds I brought home made it easier for her to accept.

Still, despite her exhaustion and the sheer volume of children under our roof, our sex life remained as intense as ever, just not that often. A sneaky dab of tx34 in our lube kept things exciting, though opportunities were even fewer than before. What had once been a meager two or three times a week had dwindled to less than once, and even then, half the time Susan just did it for my sake. She seemed satisfied with once a month at most. Given my work as a male escort, fucking multiple clients a day when I was in London, this lack of sex at home didn’t bother me as much as it might have.

I tried to be as present as possible with the kids when I was home, though I had to admit it wasn’t very often. Whenever I did manage to be there, Susan ensured I was the center of attention. With her and the nanny handling all the feeding, washing, dressing, and diaper-changing, my role was to chase the kids around our big garden, build little hideouts behind the bushes, and lead them on small adventures. I wasn’t about to complain about this arrangement, quite the opposite. Our marriage wasn’t exactly equal, but it worked for us. Susan wanted the traditional roles, complete control over the house and family life, while I provided for them all.

Of course, those six kids with Susan were far from my only offspring. My supermodel lover Francesca and my assistant Angela had each given birth to yet another set of adorable twins. Both had managed to avoid further pregnancies after that, presumably using the same strategy as Susan, though Francesca had hinted more than once that she wouldn’t mind having more. Well, I suppose IUDs can be removed in a quick procedure, so that was entirely up to her.

Vilde, the Norwegian model I had met and impregnated on my honeymoon, had also given birth to a pair of impossibly cute blonde twin girls. We had met up a few times since then, indulging our shared taste for risky sex in hotel elevators, on secluded beaches, and even in a cabin on the London Eye. Now she was expecting another set of twins, due in just a few days.

Then there were the kids with Paula, the former Miss Albania trophy wife, my first client Kaia, all those from one-night stands, the virgins in Mexico, my stag trip, and many, many more.

Angela had taken on the task of tracking down these hundreds of offspring scattered across the world, most of them growing up in privileged circumstances, raised by unsuspecting cuckolded fathers. She had built a small but trusted team to keep tabs on them, monitoring social media and even arranging the occasional clandestine visit.

Over time, they had also traced past conquests from before my professional career, running secret DNA tests when parentage was in doubt. When we became aware of hardship, we arranged discreet assistance, a surprise lottery win, an unexpected job offer from one of our business partners, but given my preference for high-class women, such intervention was rarely necessary.

Everything seemed to flow smoothly. Angela sent me from client to client, each one sexier than the last. Models, trophy wives, actresses, influencers, and those desperate to become one. Smoking hot bombshells doesn’t even begin to describe them. By the time I left, they glowed with satisfaction, reeling from pleasure beyond their imagination. Their tx34-enhanced orgasms hit them with an intensity they never knew existed, shaking them to their core.

What they didn’t realize was that those fucks would have lasting consequences, much more than just the memory of their best sex ever. Each one would, a few weeks later, come to the same shocking realization: their hormonal contraception had mysteriously failed, and they were pregnant with twins. A small surprise that sent them rushing to lock down their permanent partners even faster than planned.

So, I was more than a little surprised when Angela called me on my day off, asking me to meet her for a private talk. After arriving and releasing our tension with a quick but energetic fuck, she finally got to the point: Kaia Scott had been so insistent with a special request that we had to discuss it, even though it fell outside our usual protocol.

She straddled me lazily, her naked body glistening with sweat, her massive soft breasts swaying invitingly just above my face. She knew exactly how this view would chip away at my resistance, using her body as leverage before even making her pitch.

Kaia, now 24, was raising a set of twins with her husband Bratt, coincidentally born exactly nine months after our first meeting. She still stood out in my memory as my first real client, the one who set everything in motion. Over the years, we had plenty more sessions, each as intense as the last. Before our meetings, I would always prepare by watching the footage of our first encounter, one of my all-time favorite clips, while jerking off onto the autographed slip she had left me as a souvenir.

As welcome as another booking with Kaia would be, I couldn’t imagine why Angela needed a face-to-face conversation just to tell me about it.

Of course, there was a twist. Kaia wasn’t booking me for herself this time. She was trying to hire me as a surprise gift, for her mother’s 60th birthday. Angela had stuck to her firm policy of turning down clients older than me, but Kaia had been relentless, raising the stakes again and again until Angela finally felt she had to ask me directly.

The offer on the table was staggering: one million dollars, plus a private jet to her home in LA. Wow. Angela, clearly thinking of her 30% cut, eagerly pointed out that Kaia’s supermodel mom, Anna Scott, had the body and face of a much younger woman. As she spoke, she ground her slick pussy against my cock, teasing me with her warmth, as if to physically persuade me. Who could argue with such compelling arguments?

I flipped Angela onto her back, pinning her wrists to the mattress while forcing her legs apart and plunging deep into her soaked hole once again.

Looking into her eyes as I pumped slowly, her small body trapped beneath me, I murmured, “Yes, I’ll make it worth it. Anna will get her million-dollar fuck. But I have two conditions: first, Kaia spends the night with me after, and second, there better be some young, tight pussies on that private jet.”

Angela could only nod, moaning as another orgasm tore through her. I could feel how much my rough handling turned her on. Interesting. Continuing the role play, I decided to punish her for breaking our agreement. I grabbed her tits firmly, squeezing until she gasped, then pushed her wrists above her head, securing them to the bedpost. With her completely at my mercy, I fucked her hard, each thrust making her body jerk as she arched beneath me.

“I’ll need to bring some proper toys for our next session,” I thought as I flipped her over, my palm striking her cheek just hard enough to leave a bright red mark.

She gasped, eyes wide, but the way her body melted beneath me told me everything. The rougher I was, the more she responded. Each slap against her ass made her moan louder, her hips instinctively lifting, begging for more.

By the time her ass was glowing red, she was trembling, breathless. I spread her wider, pressing my cock against her tight back entrance. She let out a sharp cry as I pushed in, her body tensing before giving way. Her fingers clenched into fists, her screams filling the room, but her trembling legs and the way her body yielded told a different story. She wanted this just as much as I did.

From that day on, our bimonthly fucks evolved into something darker, more intense. Angela craved submission, and I was more than willing to indulge her. I punished her, leaving streaks across her toned ass, watched her squirm under the sting of hot wax, traced ice cubes over her flushed skin until she shivered uncontrollably. I tied her in positions so restrictive she couldn’t move an inch, forcing her to surrender completely.

I even thought back to Jenny’s anal hook and decided Angela deserved one of her own.

The rougher I was, the more she craved it, apparently channeling all the frustration of her professional, no-nonsense persona into complete submission.

Anyway, back to the special one million engagement. A few days after my meeting (and fucking) with Angela, I kissed Susan and our six little ones goodbye, stepped into a limo to the airport, and boarded a sleek private jet.

The jet oozed luxury, every detail screaming exclusivity. A lavish double bed sat discreetly tucked behind a set of curtains in the spacious rear cabin, an unspoken promise of indulgence. But what caught my attention even more were the two stunning young stewardesses who greeted me at the entrance, polished, elegant, and effortlessly beautiful.

One of the flight attendants was a tall blonde beauty, around twenty-one, with the poised elegance of a high-end model. The nametag on her crisp blouse read Amy. Beside her stood Kim, just as tall but with flowing jet-black hair and delicate features that gave her an unmistakable, barely-legal freshness - she couldn’t have been out of high school for long.

Both had impossibly sleek, well-groomed hair cascading down their backs, perfectly framing their flawless faces. Their skin-tight uniform skirts hugged their petite figures, emphasizing their long, slender legs. Their thighs were so thin that the space between them was strikingly wide, an obscene gap that only made their youthful tightness more enticing. The scandalously short skirts barely covered the firm roundness of their asses, exposing the soft, mouthwatering folds just beneath, the hallmark of youthful and athletic girls.

The two female pilots, somewhere around twenty-five and thirty-five, only added to the allure of the all-female crew. Sara, the younger one, had a cascade of long, curly red hair tied back in a ponytail, her green eyes sharp and confident. Beside her, the older pilot exuded a more mature, exotic appeal. Laira, as her nametag read, had deep dark skin, sharp cheekbones, and a tight bob of dreadlocks that framed her face. Her full, plump lips jutted nearly half an inch forward, naturally thick and shaped in a way that made every man secretly imagine them wrapped around his cock.

Though both pilots were shorter than the tall, model-like stewardesses, they more than made up for it with the sheer size of their chests. Their crisp white shirts strained over massive racks, the fabric tugging at every button, barely containing the heavy curves underneath. The contrast between their professional demeanor and the undeniable softness of their bodies only added to the erotic charge in the air.

Once we were airborne, I enjoyed a lavish meal while shamelessly flirting with the flight attendants, washing it all down with champagne. It took almost no effort to persuade them to share a glass with me ... after all, it would be a shame to waste such an expensive bottle now that it had been opened.

The small drop of tx34 in their glasses went completely unnoticed. Its effect, as always, was undeniable. Before they had even finished their drinks, their nipples were pushing visibly through their thin blouses, their lips glistening as they kept moistening them unconsciously. They tugged at their collars, letting their blouses open just a little more, their movements slower, more suggestive. Every glance, every giggle, every subtle shift in posture screamed growing arousal.

By the time the last drop of champagne was gone, they were practically purring, eyes full of mischief as they offered to show me the bedroom. I followed them, and the moment we were behind the curtains, I grabbed their cute little asses. They let out startled cries, but the excitement in their voices betrayed them.

As soon as we reached the bed, all pretense of professionalism disappeared. They pressed their tight young bodies against me from both sides, grinding hungrily, their breath hot and desperate. Their fingers fumbled at the clasps of their bras, pushing them aside so they could press their firm, perky tits against my arms, separated only by the whisper-thin lace of their blouses. We took turns kissing, deep and slow, while the other moaned softly into my ear, their lips trailing down my neck. My hands roamed freely, squeezing their round, perfectly shaped asses, feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric of their skirts.

Their hips rocked against me, rubbing their needy pussies against my waist as their panting grew heavier. Their hands explored every inch of my body, clutching my shoulders, tracing my abs, stroking my cock through my pants. Their fingers teased each other’s tits, rolling soft nipples between them, getting more lost in the moment with every passing second. Soon, their blouses were hanging open, exposing their bare, perfect tits, while my pants hit the floor, freeing my aching erection.

They moaned louder, their movements frantic, their bodies pressed so tightly against me I could feel the heat of their skin through my clothes. Within minutes, their bodies tensed, shuddering as they were hit with an orgasm more powerful than anything they had ever felt in their young lives. Their cries filled the small cabin, their nails digging into my skin as they convulsed against me.

As the last waves of pleasure passed through them, their legs nearly gave out. I had to hold them up, their bodies limp from the aftershocks. Gently, I lowered them onto the bed, where they lay on their backs, chests rising and falling, lost in the afterglow.

I stripped them down effortlessly, peeling away every last piece of clothing while slipping their panties into my pocket as a trophy. Once they lay bare before me, I kicked off my own remaining garments. For a few seconds, I simply admired the view: two perfect young bodies sprawled across the bed, flushed and eager, ready for a night they’d never forget. Everything was set for a perfect threesome.

But before joining them, I took a moment to discreetly reposition the disguised cameras from the seating area, making sure they captured every angle of what was about to unfold. The footage would be a masterpiece, something to enjoy in private while jerking off.

Once everything was set, I wasted no time getting them fired up again. I started by sucking and kneading their tits, teasing their stiff nipples between my lips until they were both panting, their bodies arching into my touch. My hands roamed lower, sliding over their soft, trembling stomachs, down to their beautiful young pussies, both smooth as a newborn’s cheek, perfectly visible as tight little triangles between their slender legs. Their thigh gaps were so strikingly wide that my whole hand fit between them as I cupped their mounds, without even needing to spread their legs open.

I lowered myself between Amy’s legs first, flicking my tongue over her delicate pink clit while my fingers found Kim’s tiny, impossibly tight slit. Sliding a finger inside her, I felt the way her walls clenched instinctively, so snug it was almost unreal. My thumb worked slow circles over her sensitive nub, making her squirm beside Amy, her moans growing louder by the second.

Every few minutes, I switched, lapping at either Kim’s cute, dark clit or Amy’s delicate, pink one, while my fingers plunged into the other’s slick fuck-tunnel, teasing them both mercilessly, keeping them right at the edge. Their hands gripped the sheets, their bodies twisting under me, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.

Finally, their moans turned into desperate cries as they shattered in unison, trembling and gasping as another mind-blowing orgasm tore through them, leaving them writhing beneath me, completely spent yet aching for more.

Ready to take things further, I decided to take turns filling their wet, eager holes. I started with Amy, sliding my rigid shaft deep inside her. Despite the obscene contrast between my size and her petite frame, she took me beautifully, her tight pussy stretching around me as I plunged in and out of her hot, welcoming depths.

After a few minutes of hard, deep strokes, I turned my attention to the younger Kim. However, as I pushed against her entrance, I immediately felt an extra resistance, the now familiar feeling of an intact hymen, something I had learned to recognize through the countless virgins I had deflowered.

Gradually but steadily, I applied more pressure until I finally tore through her cherry. She let out a sharp, involuntary cry as I sank inside her, not just from the pain, which was numbed thanks to tx34, but from the sheer shock of the intrusion, the overwhelming stretch of my thick rod forcing its way deep into her petite, untouched tunnel. With my fat fuck-tool, she was stretched to the limit, her tight little hole struggling to take every inch. With cocks thicker than mine exceedingly rare, she was experiencing nearly the maximum stretch possible. But I knew vaginal tissue was built for near-infinite elasticity. Soon, she would adapt, loosening just enough to take me while still gripping my shaft in a tight, perfect fit.

After a few slow, deliberate strokes inside Kim’s impossibly tight little hole, I decided to save the young Indian beauty for dessert. I pulled out with a loud, wet plop, watching as her stretched entrance quivered from the sudden emptiness. Replacing my cock with the smallest vibrating dildo I had brought along, I slid it inside her, letting the soft hum keep her stimulated. A quick wipe cleared away the streaks of blood on my shaft before I turned back to Amy, my hunger for her far from satisfied.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I drove back into her, pounding deep as her body surrendered completely to me. Within moments, she was trembling, her moans turning into incoherent screams as her body shook through another violent orgasm. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her petite frame writhing beneath me, helpless under the intensity of what I was giving her.

Not done with her yet, I flipped her onto her stomach, gripping her hips as I slammed into her from behind. Her legs spread wide, almost a full 180 degrees, her back arching as she gasped for breath. I dragged Amy to the edge of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the floor to drive into her with even more force. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves through her overstimulated body, her back arching as she let out helpless cries of pleasure.

At that moment, Kim shuddered through another orgasm, her legs twitching as her young body spasmed beneath the relentless teasing of the vibrator buried inside her. Letting her catch her breath, I switched off the vibrations with the remote in my hand, leaving her panting and trembling on the bed. Meanwhile, my pounding into Amy was nearly splitting her in half. I alternated between slow, deep strokes that rocked her entire petite frame and rapid, punishing thrusts that had her gasping for air. Her small, firm, athletic bubble butt bounced against me, giving me an irresistible target to slam into over and over again.

She was in heaven, her screams echoing through the cabin as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her tight, gripping pussy was in constant spasms, squeezing and milking my cock with shocking intensity. Anyone without my level of control would have exploded inside her by now.

Turning my attention back to Kim, I switched the vibrator back to a low setting, watching as her delicate features tensed with the return of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her body still sensitive from the last orgasm. Leaning down, I took one of her perfect young tits into my mouth, rolling my tongue over her stiff nipple and sucking hard. She gasped, her back arching as a shiver ran through her. This was clearly a sensation she had never experienced before.

Even on the lowest setting, the vibrator worked its magic, quickly pushing her toward another climax. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping the sheets as pleasure overtook her again. I relished every moment, savoring these two stunning young beauties as I took my time. Now, I had Amy in a scissor configuration, one of her long legs lifted high into the air, giving me deep, perfect access while I sucked hungrily on Kim’s perky, untouched breasts. The mix of sensations, their soft bodies writhing beneath me, was pure heaven - I could have kept going for hours.

But then, Amy’s moans turned into weak, breathless whimpers before fading altogether. Her body trembled violently one last time as a final, overwhelming orgasm overtook her, and then she went completely still, her chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths. I paused, realizing she had passed out from sheer exhaustion.

I withdrew from her tight, soaked hole, reluctantly leaving her limp, spent body behind. Shifting her gently to the side of the bed, I laid her out on her back, arranging her legs together, arms above her head to accentuate the curves of her firm young tits. Her long blonde hair cascaded around her slender neck and shoulders, framing her flushed, freshly fucked body in an image of pure erotic perfection.

Kim lay beside her, still stretched out on her back, her chest rising and falling quickly from the lingering aftershocks of her last orgasm. I reached down and slowly removed the dildo from her tight, glistening slit, replacing it with my cock. She gasped at the sudden stretch, her breath hitching as her body struggled to accommodate me, still unaccustomed to being so completely filled.

Once I was buried inside her, I lifted her pencil-thin arms above her head, pinning her wrists with my hands. Her delicate frame arched beneath me, and with my body raised slightly, I had the perfect view of her stunning young form. Her perky C-cup breasts, topped with dark, long Indian nipples, rose and fell rapidly with every breath. Though only slightly larger than my hands, they looked massive on her slender frame. Everything about her was impossibly thin and delicate, her narrow waist, her long neck, her slim hips, and those endless, fragile legs. Her wrists were so tiny that my thumb and forefinger could encircle them completely.

As I began moving inside her with slow, deliberate strokes, our eyes locked. Her expression was a mix of pleasure, awe, and something deeper, an almost reverent gratitude, as if she still couldn’t quite believe what she was experiencing.

“Oh my god...” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “I ... I can’t believe how good this feels.”

I kept my pace unhurried, savoring the way her body responded to every deep thrust. Her breathing grew heavier, her lips parting as she moaned softly, completely lost in the sensations washing over her. Her eyes never left mine, wide and filled with wonder, as if I was showing her something she had never known existed.

I held her there, pinned beneath me, guiding her toward another climax, drawing out the pleasure with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each movement pushed her closer, her body trembling beneath me, the intensity building with every second. Her mouth fell open, gasping for air, as if trying to put words to the overwhelming sensations washing over her.

For a long ten minutes, I kept her teetering on the edge, my slow but relentless strokes stretching out the peak of her pleasure, while her tight, virgin, teen pussy massaged my cock with every squeeze. Then suddenly Kim stopped breathing, her eyes went wide, and her body froze for what seemed like an eternity, as if in shock over the overwhelming sensation of this release. Her entire body was stiff, the slick walls of her virgin vagina clenched around my penis with a force so intense it was almost painful. I pushed deep, savoring the unbearable tightness, locking eyes with her as she shuddered helplessly, trapped in the grip of raw ecstasy.

Without warning, a surge of pleasure crashed over me, my balls tightening as the pressure built to an uncontrollable peak. Just as her body began to relax, her breath returning in ragged gasps before erupting into a scream of pure bliss, my own release tore through me. A deep groan escaped my lips as my cock pulsed violently, pumping thick, hot spurts of cum deep inside her youthful body, each spasm sending fresh waves of pleasure through us both.

It had been an incredibly intense fuck. As the last tremors of release faded, I collapsed beside the fragile eighteen-year-old, afraid of crushing her delicate body with my weight. Our limbs remained tangled, my cock still inside her, both of us panting, completely spent yet unwilling to break the connection just yet. I rested for a minute, then moved my still stiff cock out of her tight tunnel to transfer some sperm into Amy’s vulnerable tummy. I moved back and forth a few times, scooping up whatever had leaked out of Kim, carefully gathering it onto the head of my cock before positioning myself between Amy’s legs. With a deep, deliberate thrust, I pushed inside her, ensuring every drop was carried exactly where it needed to be. I repeated the motion, driving it deeper with each stroke, determined to give Amy’s fertile womb the same chance to carry my child as Kim’s.

Even though Amy had regained consciousness, she seemed either unaware or unconcerned about the implications of my sperm being pushed deep into her body. Many women, accustomed to the reliability of hormonal contraception, often overlooked the natural consequences of sex. But I knew better: tx34’s powerful effect on the horny web in the female brain not only heightened desire but also triggered ovulation, making conception almost inevitable. More often than not, it resulted in twins, a side effect that had proven to be as thrilling as it was predictable.

Finally, all three of us lay tangled together, my body nestled between theirs, their soft, naked forms pressed against me. My arms wrapped around them, their heads resting on my shoulders, warm breaths tickling my skin. Their perky tits flattened against my chest, and one of Kim’s small hands instinctively curled around my flaccid cock. Their legs draped over me, their slick, well-used pussies pressing against my thighs, their bodies still radiating the heat of our earlier indulgence.

At some point, we drifted into sleep, a deep, satisfied slumber that lasted for what must have been two hours.

A faint rustling stirred me awake. My eyes blinked open just in time to catch movement at the curtain. The fabric parted slightly, and through the gap, the junior pilot, Sara, peered inside.

Her reaction was priceless. Her eyes widened instantly, her gaze locking onto the two naked flight attendants wrapped around me. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her mouth moving as if to whisper, “Oh my God.”

She couldn’t look away. Her eyes traced the curves of their young bodies, lingering on their perky tits pressed against my chest, then drifting lower. Amy’s smooth mound glistened in the dim light, while Kim’s freshly used virgin pussy leaked my cum onto the sheets, a stark reminder of what had taken place. When her gaze landed on the discarded dildo lying beside Kim’s spread thighs, another soft gasp escaped her lips.

Finally, her eyes met mine. She froze, realizing I was awake, watching her with a knowing smile.

As we stared at each other, her expression shifted from shock to flustered panic, a small squeak escaping her lips before she clamped a hand over her mouth. “So sorry, so sorry, oh my God,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before she could turn and flee, I raised a hand. “Please! It’s okay! Come in, no need to run.”

She hesitated, glancing between me and the sleeping stewardesses before reluctantly stepping inside. I carefully untangled myself from their warm, limp bodies and stood, stretching. Now fully upright, I faced Sara, completely naked, my half-hard cock hanging between us.

She immediately launched into a frantic, stammering apology. “I-I’m so sorry to invade your privacy! I was just worried since I couldn’t reach my crew for so long, and I needed to check if everything was all right down here.”

I smirked, glancing at the two gorgeous, thoroughly spent women sprawled across the bed. “I think everything is more than fine. Just look at those fine, young, beautiful bodies,” I said, gesturing toward them, their nude forms still glistening in the dim cabin light.