Chapter 25: Seducing Sandy

Angela did an excellent job of managing my clients and keeping me ‘hard to get’. Everyone lined up for repeat bookings, which gave her great leverage. Our clients understood that referring new clients, especially if they were young, beautiful and married, was a way to increase your priority. We turned down most referrals, which allowed us to keep our fees as outrageously high as they were. We even discussed raising the fee, but our income was high enough to keep it flat for the time being.

Of course, I honored my contract with Angela and fucked her every other month, exploring BDSM themes and giving her a chance to act out the pent-up energy from her hard work as a submissive slut who enjoys spanking, humiliation, bondage, and light torture.

The clients were as tempting as ever. The crème de la crème of European models, influencers and actresses. The high fee acted as a gatekeeper, granting access only to very famous and rich women - those who were adept at parlaying their beauty into financial stability, either through their own profession or by marrying wealthy men.

The third category were young aspiring teenage models, often virgins and barely of legal age, who received my “massage service” as part of the package Angela’s advertising company offered them. I made it my mission to turn their first sexual experience into the most fulfilling of their lives - something they would never be able to replicate.

It made me proud to think that their memory of our sex would remain in their dreams forever. The feeling of deflowering virgins was something you could never get tired of. I would glow with joy for days each time I had broken the cherry of another aspiring young model, enjoying the tightness of their virgin tunnel and the look of wonder on their faces as they experienced the joy of sex for the first time.

In addition to the pure joy of fucking a virgin, it was a way to compare my sexual conquests with other men: for mathematical reasons, men deflower one virgin on average, some a few more, most none, but one on average. I had broken hundreds, if not thousands, of cherries. It made me feel powerful to know that my sexual success was so far off the charts, beyond even the most skilled womanizers, rock stars, or athletes.

As a curtailment to my younger clients, I used spermicide gels to prevent my semen from finding its way to the fertile eggs my drug was releasing in their ovaries. As tempting as it was to think about how alluring they would look with a bulging belly, I did not want my children to grow up with a mother who was not mature enough to handle the responsibilities of parenthood.

At some point, I had become concerned that Francesca’s husband would feel neglected over time, jeopardizing my lover’s financial stability and her children’s home. To solve this problem, I had visited his hospital several times in disguise. During these visits, I sprayed a little tx34 on a young nurse as she was about to enter his office near the end of his shift.

These visits resulted in his late return home. I was sure that after the second visit, this nurse was addicted to his attention, even without my stimulation, and regularly gave him sexual relief. I had made sure that this sister used a copper IUD for contraception so that she wouldn’t get pregnant even after exposure to tx34. Now that he had a cum-dump at work, he was in no position to complain about his wife’s diminished sexual interest.

Clever as she was, Francesca had convinced him that her twin pregnancies had taken away her interest in sex for good. Francesca used his nagging discomfort with his own infidelity with the nurse to extract compliance with everything she asked, most importantly his acceptance of her regular trips to London with Kim, leaving him with their six children between them so that we could enjoy our adult activities together.

You would think that dividing my sperm between my wife, my love triangle with Francesca and Kim, and my clients would be enough to completely drain my balls. It might have been if my date with Kim in that exclusive bar, just before I brought her to Francesca’s gangbang, hadn’t left me with the phone numbers of an extremely cute, busty chick.

She had been out on a date, but after witnessing the way Kim pounced on me upon my arrival, she had concluded that something below my belt was responsible for this sexy eighteen-year-old hottie hitting on a guy twice her age. She had slipped a note into my coat pocket while I sat with Kim and tried to exchange flirtatious glances with me behind her date’s back.

I had resisted the temptation for a few months, but finally gave in. Having a regular one-night stand without my drug was just too difficult to withstand. I had texted the girl named Sandy and suggested we meet at the same place. After getting the OK within minutes, I demanded that if she wanted my cooperation beyond the first drink, her greeting had to be as enthusiastic as Kim’s.

When I arrived, Sandy did her best to earn her reward, jumping on me, kissing me passionately, grinding her body against mine to the point of almost screwing me in front of everyone. She gave the bar quite a show, humping me through our clothes.

When we finally broke up, the bar cheered just as much as they had when Kim jumped me. From the sheepish look on her face as she shyly looked down, she enjoyed the attention as much as she was embarrassed by her lewd public display of affection.

While we were drinking, I inquired about Sandy’s life. I revealed that I was married and in London on business. I mentioned that I had met Kim on a flight to the US. She put the rest together - realizing that Kim was not my wife.

She didn’t mind. On the contrary, she wasn’t available anyway. Her relationship was stable, but it lacked the excitement and thrill of new partners. What she craved was crystal clear: a one-night stand with someone she had reason to believe was an expert in the bedroom. In short, she wanted great sex with no strings attached.

She flirted heavily with me, thrusting her massive tits forward to accentuate her ample cleavage. She looked hot as hell with her long blonde hair falling openly over her bare shoulders and her hourglass figure hugged by her one-piece red dress.

After our passionate greeting, touching was natural - her hands often roamed casually over my body, her feet brushed against mine. She even took one of my hands and placed it on her left tit, supposedly to feel her heartbeat. It was a great show of female seduction that made my dick twist in anticipation.

After a while, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, partly to calm down. I had to breathe out hard for a few minutes to relax enough to subdue my erection enough to be able to piss. Just as I finished relieving myself at the urinal, a young Asian girl grabbed my still nearly fully erect dick from behind and dragged me into a nearby stall.

I remembered how she had looked envious when we had given our little show earlier, while her date had looked at Sandy with a lecherous stare. What I had suspected then was now confirmed: this beautiful, petite, black-haired Asian chick was trying to get her pussy filled by someone other than her date tonight.

Once again, the entrance show seemed to be working its magic. Without the need for my drug, this sexy girl attacked me at the first opportunity. She must have seen me go down the stairs to the bathroom. Now that we were alone in the narrow confines of a stall in the men’s room, she dropped to her knees and started sucking on my dick. No words were exchanged. I let her continue without resisting - as if that’s possible when your dick is in someone’s mouth.

She was tiny, probably half Asian, half European. She had perky little tits that fit in the palm of my hand, adding to her very youthful appearance. Asians often looked many years younger than their age, I figured. She could easily pass for fourteen, though her clothing, demeanor, presence in a pub, and most importantly, her elaborate blowjob skills, suggested she was in her twenties.

Whatever her age, her giving head was amazing - she had my pole hard within seconds. When it was fully erect, she turned around, lifted her dress, looked at me and mouthed “Fuck me!” without a sound. A beautiful, firm and petite ass with an even more petite and beautiful pussy-hole was staring at me, leaving me virtually no choice but to comply with her request. I pushed her thong aside and went in, taking her from behind.

Her tunnel was as tight and small as her tiny body had suggested. I cupped her pointy tits with both hands, enjoying their youthful feel. Maybe she really was fourteen, I wondered, adding another dimension to our secret thrust. She was breathing heavily, smothering her moans with a hand over her mouth. I took a few pictures of my dick in her pussy, her breasts, and the lustful look on her face without her noticing.

Then I put my mouth to her ear and whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up, you little bitch,” and “I’m gonna pump my sperm into your womb, bitch!”

She trembled, her pussy tightened, and her breathing stopped - mouth forming an “O” to let out a silent scream of pleasure as I shot a big load into her. Every muscle in her body tensed as the wave of an intense orgasm washed over her. My own body jerked a few times as well, as if to give my cum an extra kick as it shot out of my gun inside her body.