Chapter 19: A Special Experience with Anna Scott

The drive from the airport was a blur of wicked daydreams about Kim, her body, her scent, the way she had wrapped herself around me like she was made for it. My cock still ached from everything we’d done on the flight, the memory of her lithe body convulsing in delight below me making it impossible to focus on anything else. But I had to pull myself together, Kaia had shelled out a staggering one-million-pound fee for my time, and that kind of money demanded focus.

Her estate was pure luxury, the kind of place that screamed wealth without trying too hard. After I arrived, I was led to the guesthouse, a charming retreat with a perfect view of her endless gardens. The bed was soft, and after the hours of raw, animalistic fucking at 40,000 feet, my body needed the rest. I crashed hard, my muscles heavy with satisfaction, my mind drifting through memories of Kim’s desperate little moans.

When I woke up, I felt like a new man, recharged, reloaded, and ready for whatever the evening might bring.

Kaia had invited me to a family dinner with her husband and their two young twins. The invitation felt like a test, a challenge to see if I could keep my composure while being around their normal life. She introduced me to her husband, Bratt, a man who barely acknowledged my presence, his mind clearly elsewhere. He had the air of someone used to being absorbed in his own world, detached but not unkind, a decent man who simply didn’t seem to register much beyond whatever was occupying his thoughts.

It was also the first time I had met their two adorable twin girls, just as charming as their mother. These kids, I had to remind myself, were actually my own daughters too, even if Bratt had no idea. They had Kaia’s bright, knowing eyes and that same playful spirit, giggling as they dashed around the room, oblivious to the tangled web of secrets surrounding them.

No one seemed to suspect anything between Kaia and me, and I made sure to keep it that way, playing my part without drawing unnecessary attention. I remained friendly but distant, careful not to give even the slightest indication that there was once more between us. Kaia, however, couldn’t resist pushing the boundaries, throwing me quick, flirtatious glances whenever Bratt wasn’t watching. Her eyes held that same mischievous glint, the one that had always made my pulse quicken.

But beyond those stolen moments, we played our roles, eating dinner and chatting about mundane things, the weather, the local community, her plans for the estate. The conversation was easy, the atmosphere relaxed, but beneath it all, there was a tension, a quiet electricity that only she and I could feel.

I made sure to present myself as nothing more than a professional, someone hired for a specific purpose, never a threat. Bratt barely acknowledged me, and I worked to keep it that way. I downplayed any charm, any suggestion of confidence that might make him view me as competition for Kaia’s pussy. Instead, I projected the image of a man who knew his place, a skilled servant executing a well-paid job. If he saw me as harmless, a tool rather than a rival, it would ensure that he never looked too closely, never suspected what was happening right under his nose.

Afterwards, I offered to help Kaia clear the table while Bratt took the girls outside for a little bedtime romp. The evening air was cool, their laughter echoing through the open door. As soon as they were outside, I moved behind Kaia, pressing up against her, my stiff cock grinding against her ass as my hands greedily seized her perky, firm tits, squeezing their perfect shape through her dress.

She gasped, trying to pull away, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and excitement. “Not in here! Bratt’s right outside!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the urgency in her tone only made the moment even hotter.

Against my better judgment, my hunger for her perfect, youthful body took over, dragging me back to the memories of our wild affair years ago, the reckless beginning of my career as a male hooker. I could still feel her skin beneath my fingertips, still taste her lips, the kind of memory that sent a deep, electric shiver through my spine.

I pressed a little tx34 to her neck, watching as the resistance drained from her eyes, replaced by something far more primal. Her body softened, her breath hitched, and that was all the confirmation I needed. Without hesitation, I lifted her dress, yanked her thong aside, and pulled my cock free through the fly of my pants, silently praising myself for skipping underwear. In one smooth, greedy motion, I drove myself deep into her soaked cunt, burying every inch inside her tight, welcoming heat.

Kaia gripped the kitchen counter for balance, her back arching as she pushed against me, her body desperate for more. Her eyes met mine, full of pure, unfiltered desire, silently begging me to keep going. Through the large window, we could see Bratt chasing the kids around the garden, his laughter mingling with theirs. The setting sun cast a warm glow outside, making it harder for him to see in. Had the light been different, he might have caught us fucking like rabbits just a few feet away, dangerously reckless and impossible to resist.

The sheer audacity of fucking her so close to her husband, practically in full view, sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. The rush was intoxicating, and it took only a few minutes before our romp ended in mutual ecstasy. I buried myself deep, pumping a massive load of cum inside her hot tunnel as her pussy clenched around me, her legs trembling with the aftershocks. As soon as the last drop was milked from me, I pulled out, zipped up, and tugged her skirt back down.

I had narrowly escaped disaster, realizing just how close we had come to crossing a line that could shatter her family. The thought sent a jolt of reality through me. Kaia remained braced against the kitchen counter, her breath coming in quick, heated bursts as she struggled to regain control of herself.

When she finally pulled herself together, her expression shifted to playful indignation. She reached under her dress, slid off her soaked thong, and tossed the ruined fabric at me with mock rage. “Tom, you are a ruthless, daredevil skirt chaser! How dare you fuck me like this?”

I feigned innocence, an amused smile creeping across my face. “I work hard for my million dollars...” I replied smoothly, masking the lingering adrenaline coursing through me. Inside, I laughed, the thrill of our secret still sizzling in the air between us.

Just then, Bratt and the twins burst back in, their energy filling the room once again. The kitchen was spotless, the only lingering evidence of Kaia’s betrayal a faint scent of sex that only we could recognize. The contrast was almost surreal. Kaia wrapped her arms around Bratt, pressing a quick, almost mechanical kiss to his lips, her eyes darting away, betraying the rush still coursing through her. He was too caught up with the children to notice anything amiss, blissfully unaware of the electric tension crackling beneath the surface.

I excused myself, a mixture of regret and exhilaration swirling within me as I made my way across the garden toward the guest house. As I walked, I heard them herding the girls into the bathroom, their giggles and splashes carrying through the night air. It was a stark reminder of the ordinary life Kaia had built with her family, a life that stood in sharp contrast to the wild, decadent past we had shared in London’s most luxurious hotel rooms. The memory clung to me like a haunting melody, impossible to silence.

An hour later, I was still lounging in a chair, sipping Scotch from the minibar, when the door to my room suddenly opened. Kaia stepped in briskly, shutting it behind her with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she crossed the room toward me, slipping off her dress as she walked, her eyes locked onto mine with unmistakable intent.

I was puzzled by the raw hunger still burning in her gaze. The effects of tx34 should have worn off by now, yet she was just as desperate as before, maybe even more. Why was she still so ravenous? Why risk sneaking over when her husband was just a short walk away? Tx34 had a way of lingering unpredictably, sometimes unleashing waves of unchecked lust long after it had left the system.

When she reached me, she unhooked her bra in one swift motion, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. Then, without a word, she knelt between my legs and unzipped my fly. Her tantalizing young naked body had my cock twitching, but it was still mostly flaccid as she wrapped her lips around it, sucking with eager, wet determination. Any lingering doubts about her intentions vanished instantly.

It took barely a minute for her to bring me to full battle readiness, my shaft hardening in her hungry mouth. Satisfied, she stood up, straddling me, and guided my cock to her dripping slit. The moment the swollen head pressed against her slick entrance, she pushed herself down with a desperate moan, sinking onto me until her clit rubbed against my bare pubic area. Her pussy was still soaked from my earlier deposit, making it effortless as she took every inch in one smooth, greedy motion. As she lowered herself onto me, she let out a shuddering moan, her slick walls stretching around my thick shaft. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she adjusted to the girth, her breath hitching. “God, you’re so much thicker than Bratt,” she panted, her voice dripping with both admiration and lust. That remark sent a surge of pride through me, my cock twitching inside her, knowing she felt every inch of the difference.

She sat there for a moment, savoring the sensation of being stretched and filled completely before she started moving, rolling her hips in quick, greedy thrusts. Her moans grew louder as she found her rhythm, arms braced against my knees, shoving her perky tits forward. They bounced with each motion, her stiff nipples brushing against my chest. I stayed still, letting her use my cock exactly how she wanted, watching as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Her pace quickened, her slick heat gripping me tighter with every bounce, the pressure against my pelvis intensifying. Her breath hitched, moans breaking into desperate gasps until suddenly, her whole body tensed. She froze, eyes clenched shut, mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm tore through her. For what felt like a full minute, she convulsed in my lap, her pussy gripping me in rhythmic pulses, milking me, her legs trembling violently.

The way her tight cunt clenched around my cock sent me over the edge. “Ahhrrgh ... fuck, take it, Kaia,” I groaned, my body jerking uncontrollably as I erupted deep inside her, pumping another thick load into her already used hole. She shuddered, feeling every pulse of my release, her spent body collapsing onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, keeping her from slipping to the floor as she gasped for air, her skin slick with sweat.

When she finally regained control of her limbs, she pushed herself up, lifting her body off my glistening shaft. A wet plop sounded as I slipped free, my cum trickling out of her swollen pussy. Without a word, she reached for her dress, slipped it back on, and walked toward the door, her legs still shaking from the intensity of it all.

“Reckless, foolish skirt chaser! Senseless, irresponsible stud!” With those kind remarks, she was gone.

I shook my head, amused by the irony of her ranting at me when she had been the one who outright attacked me. Taking another sip of my Scotch, I flipped through the video of our screwing on my phone. Her discarded bra lay on the floor, a careless detail that made me smirk. Would Bratt even notice? His previous behavior had shown a profound indifference to his wife’s sexual cravings. Nothing suggested he saw me as a rival for her pussy, if anything, he seemed to accept my presence as just another hired hand, a helper for the upcoming birthday party.

If Kaia dared to fuck him tonight, he’d find her unusually well-lubricated, I chuckled. But that seemed unlikely, she had already gotten what she really needed... and more.

She probably thought it was just another reckless, mind-blowing fuck, a craving satisfied in the heat of the moment, but I knew better. The tx34 I had used earlier wasn’t just an aphrodisiac. It had overridden her birth control, triggered ovulation on both sides, practically guaranteeing that my seed would take root again. Another set of twins, another secret betrayal growing inside her, cuckolding Bratt once more without him ever suspecting.

I took another sip of my Scotch, watching the video play on my phone, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.

The next day’s party was massive, packed with Hollywood’s elite, stars, starlets, and industry power players. More than a dozen of the guests had been my clients, and they threw me discreet little winks and knowing glances whenever their spouses weren’t watching.

I made my rounds, playing the part, but since I wasn’t really part of their world, I drifted toward the edge of the garden, content to sip my drink and observe the scene from a distance.

Suddenly, a voice behind me sent a jolt through my spine.

“You know I’m legal now?”

I turned to see a young woman standing close, her lips curled in a playful smirk. I recognized her immediately: Lia, or at least that’s what she had called herself when we met in London a few years ago. I had always suspected it wasn’t her real name, but what did it matter?

Back then, she had been decidedly underage, a frustratingly eager little minx who had pushed every boundary she could, but my massage service had stayed within its limits. No way was I risking knocking up an underage teenager.

“Huh, you don’t look it, but I guess I’ll take your word for it,” I replied, recovering from my initial surprise.

I stepped back, letting my eyes sweep over the petite, alluring form of this young temptress, who was still, technically, a teenager and certainly looked the part. Her round face was captivating, dotted with cute freckles, her mouth expressive, playful, and full of mischief. But it was her eyes that held me, burning with intensity, sharp and knowing, like she could see right through me.

Her body was a perfect match for her personality: athletic, slender, and impossibly petite. Just over five feet, barely 150 cm tall, and not even 100 pounds, she had the delicate frame of a doll. Her bubbly energy and tiny proportions made her seem much younger than her eighteen years, a trait that likely made her a sought-after actress for those youthful roles. With the right clothes and makeup, she could probably still pass for fourteen, a fact I was sure Hollywood casting directors had taken full advantage of.

Then she did something that sent another shock through me: lifting the hem of her one-piece dress without hesitation, flashing me her bare pussy. No panties, nothing but smooth, flawless skin, her cute little slit perfectly shaved and on full display.

That was all the reminder I needed that she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. Beneath that youthful, doll-like exterior was an adult slut who knew exactly how to wield her jailbait-like allure for male attention. She held the dress up just long enough for me to take it all in, her eyes locked onto mine, gauging my reaction. When she caught the mix of shock, desire, and raw hunger flickering across my face, she let out a playful, high-pitched giggle and let the fabric drop, as if nothing had happened at all.

“I thought you would like it like this,” she said with a big grin, revealing the missing panties she had been hiding behind her back. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them at me, the delicate fabric landing on my face for just a moment, giving me a teasing whiff of her sweet, feminine scent before I caught them and slipped them into my pocket.

“Can you believe I’m still a virgin?” she continued, her voice dripping with mischief. “And I’ve heard so many rumors that you’re the expert at treating this condition...”

She had stepped closer, pressing her petite body against me, rubbing against my cock through my pants. The vivid image of her naked slit combined with the teasing strokes of her small hands sent blood rushing south, my dick stiffening rapidly under her touch. As she massaged my growing erection, she slowly guided me backward until we were concealed behind a small bush. There was just enough space between it and the massive perimeter wall, a narrow pocket of darkness shielding us from the other guests. I could only hope it was enough, because Lia (if that was even her real name) was already unfastening my belt, tugging my pants down to free my throbbing erection.

“Ooh, look at that! Someone is excited. Do I take that as a yes?” she chirped, her big eyes locked onto my cock with a mix of fascination and glee.

Her small hands wrapped around my shaft, her fingers barely meeting as she gave it a few tentative strokes. The touch was light, almost hesitant, like she had never handled a cock before.

“It looks so scary and big. I can’t imagine it will fit inside me. Will it?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I replied.

OK, I know. I should have said something like, “You should save yourself for the right guy” or asked her, “Do you really want to spend your first time at a party behind a bush with a much older guy you barely know?”

However, there was this petite babe with the cutest pussy ever, standing in front of me, asking me to treat her virginity condition ... well, there was no way I was resisting that kind of charm. Trust me, when a smoking hot teenager, less than half your age, wraps her small hand around your dick, there is simply no other way, your brain shuts off all reasoning.

I picked her up, surprised at how light she was, and pushed her roughly against the wall. Her eyes met mine, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, and I could feel her breath catch in her throat. Now that she saw the carnal desire burning in my eyes, her curiosity about what sex was all about was replaced by the fear of pain when my male organ entered her virgin body.

With the constant risk of being exposed by other partygoers walking around the garden, I didn’t have time to take things slow. I planted my mouth on hers and kissed her hard. My chest pressed hard against her small B-cup breasts, and I could feel her heart pounding hard.

Fortunately, there was a small ledge, probably once used to hold a statue, where she could sit - at least as long as I kept pressing her against the wall. I lowered her onto the ledge, her body fitting perfectly against mine, and kissed her again. Her response was hesitant at first, then more fervent, a dance of longing and discovery. Her hands reached for my shoulders, pulling me closer.

She tasted of sweetness and warmth, and I could feel the shiver that ran through her as I held her tightly against me. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around my waist, her bare pussy grinding against my groin, slick and eager. We both knew what was about to happen. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding like a hammer, excitement and desire coursing through her body, yet tinged with the unmistakable edge of fear and uncertainty.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, there was no hesitation. Her gaze burned with a desperate, aching need that left no doubt: this was what she had been waiting for.

Without breaking eye contact, I positioned my swollen cock at the entrance of her tight tunnel, the head pressing firmly against her soft labial lips. I pushed forward, stretching her as her slick heat enveloped me, but almost immediately, I felt the resistance of her hymen, delicate, unbroken.

She hadn’t been lying. She really was a virgin.

Her eyes welled up with tears, her breathing halted as the pain built. I knew that without tx34, tearing through a virgin’s cherry could sometimes be agonizing. It wasn’t always that bad, but this seemed to be one of those cases. The temptation to ease her suffering with the drug crossed my mind, it would not only send her arousal soaring but also numb the pain entirely.

But there was a price. It would override her birth control, force her body into ovulation, and practically guarantee she’d end up carrying my child. And while she had recently turned eighteen, at least, according to her own account, she was still far too young to be a responsible mother. Almost a child herself.

That left me with only one alternative.

I crushed my lips against hers, swallowing any protest she might have made, and then I drove my cock into her virgin tunnel with one brutal thrust, tearing through her barrier in an instant. She screamed against my mouth, her pain muffled as best as possible, her tiny body tensing beneath me as my shaft forced her open. It was still loud enough for a few people to turn their heads, but with the thick bushes hiding us from view, no one saw anything. After a brief glance around, they returned to their conversations, oblivious to what had just happened.

She whimpered softly, tears spilling from her beautiful blue eyes. “Uh, that hurt,” she murmured as I pulled my mouth back.

“I never thought it would be so bad. I feel like someone stabbed me with a knife!” she complained. “You should have warned me!”

“Welcome to womanhood! Don’t worry, from now on you won’t feel any pain,” I reassured her, stroking her cheek. I licked the tears from her eyes while my hands massaged her lovely boobs, coaxing her back into arousal after the sharp sting of her first time. Without tx34, it took a little longer, but I knew exactly how to ignite a girl’s desire, even the most hesitant ones. Lia wasn’t hesitant, though. She was determined to make the pain worth it.

Her breath hitched as my fingers worked their magic, her original passion flickering back to life. Her tongue tangled eagerly with mine, her hands gripping my head, pressing me into her as if she never wanted to let go. Her nipples stiffened under my palms, her slick heat returned, and even her tiny clit swelled with renewed excitement.

I gave her a moment before pushing deeper, letting her body fully accept me. Instead of thrusting right away, I slid two fingers down to her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles while my other hand cupped her sweet little titties. Her body responded instantly, hips rolling against me, soft moans escaping her lips as she writhed in pleasure. Suddenly, she tensed up, her entire body going rigid, and her breathing stopped.

I pressed my mouth hard against hers, bracing for a loud moan, but she remained frozen, completely stiff, not breathing, as if trapped in a full-body spasm. A flicker of concern shot through me. Was she having a cardiac arrest?

Just as I was about to pull back to check, she exploded into the most beautiful orgasm, screaming into my mouth. Her whole body convulsed, her fingers digging into my skin as she grabbed my hand, yanking it away from her clit, unable to handle the overwhelming sensation. At the same time, her legs trembled violently, the rapid, uncontrollable shudders pulsing through her body, sending waves of vibration along my cock. The trembling ran through every inch of her, a deep, involuntary quiver that I could feel rippling around me.

Now that her body was flooded with endorphins, I could finally move inside her tight virgin tunnel without causing her pain. While she was still lost in the aftershocks of her first orgasm, I pulled my cock out almost completely before pushing back in, sinking deep until my balls pressed against her tiny ass. The sensation was intoxicating, my shaft stretching her for the first time, her slick heat gripping me as if her body was molding itself around me.

Soon, I was pounding into her with quick but steady thrusts. The danger of discovery lingered in the back of my mind, we were barely shielded from the party guests, but that only added to the urgency. There was no time for slow, drawn-out lovemaking. With experienced, determined strokes, I drove us both toward the edge, fucking her with relentless precision.

Lia was completely consumed by pleasure, little squeals slipping from her lips as she clung to me, arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body. Yet she remained passive, surrendering herself completely, letting me take her exactly how I wanted.

As I felt her second orgasm building, I picked up the pace, thrusting faster, deeper. The pleasure surged through me, my breaths turning into deep moans, letting her know I was right there with her. Even without experience, she sensed my climax approaching, and that was all it took to push her over the edge.

Seconds later, we both exploded in an ecstatic release, our bodies shaking so violently that we nearly lost our balance. Her pussy quivered around my cock, gripping and pulsing as I emptied myself deep inside her, the swollen head pressing firmly against her cervix, as if trying to shoot straight into her womb.

Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded her tight little pussy, my thick shaft pumping her full, stretching her delicate walls to their limit. Her body trembled, her insides instinctively clenching as if struggling to contain the sheer volume of my release. But there was too much. Warm, sticky overflow trickled back down my shaft, unable to fit inside the tight space, pooling at the base of my cock before dripping onto her trembling thighs. She whimpered softly, her body shuddering as the heat of my seed spread through her, millions of tiny swimmers surging forward, an unstoppable army invading her deepest, most untouched spaces.

When the last drop was released, I pulled my softening shaft back, watching as a thick trail of cum spilled from her stretched hole. I did my best to clean her up with the only cloth I had, her panties, wiping away the mess before straightening her dress, smoothing it down as far as it would go.

As we basked in the post-coital bliss, we both checked each other for any telltale signs of our improper coupling. Satisfied that we hadn’t left any obvious traces, Lia gave me a final kiss and grinned.

“Wow, that was much better than I expected. Thank you!”

“You should think about birth control, my dear,” I advised, “or you risk getting pregnant.”

“Yeah, sure, Daddy. I’m not that stupid!” she shot back, rolling her eyes with the indignant attitude of a bratty teenager.

With a big grin, she continued, “As if I hadn’t noticed that just nine months before Kaia gave birth, she was in London! And, oh, what a coincidence ... two of her best friends ended up with the same fate exactly nine months after their little trip.”

She let out a light laugh, but there was something deeper behind it, something knowing. “And strangely enough, they all had twins. What are the odds of that? Must be some freak genetic lottery ... or maybe just you.”

Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in slightly. “And if you look closely, their babies all have your eyes. Coincidence, of course. Good thing their husbands don’t seem to suspect a thing. And don’t worry, I’ll be the last one to spill the beans, you dirty old man.”

She paused, her expression shifting slightly, a flicker of something more dangerous in her gaze. “But let’s be real ... your sperm is potent like no other. And maybe that’s why I’m not exactly being careful, either.”

She pressed a hand against her belly, almost absentmindedly, her fingers tracing slow, thoughtful circles. “Maybe I like playing with fire,” she mused, her voice softer now, almost teasing, but with an edge of something real. “Maybe part of me wants to see if I’d be the next one carrying a little secret of my own.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, challenging, daring me to say something.

There was something unhinged about the way she spoke, a reckless glint in her eye that made it clear, she wasn’t just playing around. She wanted this. She wasn’t just toying with the idea of pregnancy; she was actively trying to get knocked up, and by me, no less. Maybe it was the thrill of the risk, the idea of carrying a secret no one else would know, or maybe she really was just a little crazy.

Then, without another word, she turned and hurried back to the other guests, leaving me stunned. This little girl had seen right through me. I realized I had to ask Angela to add her to the VIP list, I couldn’t risk losing her cooperation.

Slowly, lost in thought, I made my way back to the party, positioning myself slightly off to the side with a fresh drink in my hand.

As I sipped and watched the scene unfold around me, I couldn’t shake the memory of being pushed behind the bush, her tiny hands working my belt, the eagerness in her eyes. She had given me the precious gift of her maidenhood, not out of love, not even out of infatuation, but because of a rumor. A whisper that I was the best.

Women can be so hard to figure out.

I couldn’t stay out of the party for long, though. One of my former clients led a group of women to me and introduced us, singing praises about my invaluable “massage service.” Whispers were exchanged, subtle glances passed between them, and the way they giggled and gasped made it clear that the true extent of the pleasure I provided had become an open secret among them.