Chapter 29: Julie, Jamilya, Gisela, Three Sisters, and My Sons

I came back the next day to have my turn with young Julie, the intern. It turned out she was just sixteen years old. I made her take an emergency contraceptive to avoid her having to bear her old colleague’s children. I resisted the temptation to impregnate her with my own.

She was full of youthful energy, completely innocent, eager to try, open to everything. I finished in her ass, something I rarely did these days, to make up for the lost chance to pop her cherry.

When I left, I was sure she had a wild sex life ahead of her. She had her first experience in a threesome with old guys more than three times her age, yet it resulted in the most earth-shattering orgasms of her life, something she would never forget. Just a little later, she had had another mind-blowing experience, when she attacked an Arabic businessman just after I had fingered her to a quick orgasm in the corridor.

Sex with the fifty-something overweight Arab had been surprisingly enjoyable, despite his small penis and lack of skills. For over an hour she had ridden him while he lay on his back, his large belly partially obscuring the view of her young pussy on his shaft.

He had enjoyed watching her face as orgasm after orgasm washed through her system, as well as her tiny A-cup teenage tits, so firm and perky they didn’t bounce at all as she bounced up and down on his stick.

I made her take an emergency contraceptive so she would not have to bear her old colleague’s children. I resisted the temptation to impregnate her with my own. She was full of youthful energy, completely innocent, eager to try, open to everything. I finished in her ass, something I rarely did these days, to make up for the lost chance to pop her cherry.

When I left, I was sure she had a wild sex life ahead of her. She had her first experience in a threesome with old guys more than three times her age, and yet it resulted in the most earth-shattering orgasms she would ever have. A little later, she had another mind-blowing experience when she attacked an Arab businessman right after I had fingered her to a quick orgasm in the hallway.

The sex with the fifty-something overweight Arab had been surprisingly pleasurable, despite his small dick and lack of skill. For over an hour she had ridden him while he lay on his back, his large belly partially obscuring the view of her young pussy on his dick. He had enjoyed watching her face as orgasm after orgasm washed through her body, as well as her tiny A-cup teenage tits, so firm and perky they didn’t bounce at all as she pushed herself up and down on his dick.

A day later she was fucked by me, the most experienced and fit guy she would ever find, more than twice her age, who had shown her everything there is to know about sex, including spanking and anal.

Surely, she would try to build on these events by making her young body available to older guys, taking full advantage of the skills she had learned from me. With her alluring young body, she would no doubt be able to seduce a groom on the wedding night.

I had left her whispering, “You should charge for your body,” which would hopefully allow her to make a decent living from sex. Indeed, she appeared on sugar babe websites shortly thereafter and must have been making a fortune.

Several years passed like this, with too many escapades to describe. My six children with my wife Susan were in school. Susan was busy as always, volunteering at school, helping with after-school activities, making our home wonderful. She didn’t mind my long absences for she was happy whenever I would be there.

Needless to say, we still had great sex, sometimes helped by very small doses of tx34, just enough to make her senses a little more heightened. We had a wonderful life. I enjoyed the children, taking part in their growing up without carrying too much of the burden.

Susan had immersed herself in motherhood and kept trouble away from me. She did not complain in the least about taking on a traditional homemaker role. When I suggested that we reverse our roles and she work while I take care of the children, she would just laugh at me.

“Do you envy me?” she asked.

“No! I was just thinking you might want to get a job yourself!”

“You are being silly! Why would I want to? I am a proud mother of six wonderful children, and I love being a mom. You go do your job - I am happy here!” I kissed her and left it at that.

I didn’t feel bad about my other family, Kim and Francesca. I had six more children with them, the oldest now in school. They grew up in Paris, but we had managed to take a few short vacations together. Great kids, loved by their mothers who raised them as siblings - which they were, technically.

We never acknowledged the fact that Francesca’s children were all fathered by me, not her husband - we kept up the pretense for their own good.

It was never talked about, but I was sure that everyone felt that the three of us had formed an unorthodox family. Francesca and Kim enjoyed each other’s bodies whenever I was away, keeping Francesca’s husband entirely out of the loop.

As far as he was concerned, Francesca had lost all interest in sex. His sexual frustration was alleviated by his affair with a nurse at his clinic - an affair I made sure was kept burning by administering a small dose of tx34 during my annual clandestine visits to his clinic.

It was never hard to figure out when they were having their illicit trysts - all I had to do was compare the schedule he gave Francesca with his official one from the hospital to find suspicious discrepancies.

Dressed as a cleaner, I waited outside his door and gave the nurse a little dose as she entered his room, pushing her lust to the sky. The mindless fuck that ensued was enough for them to continue their secret affair. It was lucky that Angela had suggested that I choose a nurse who had opted for IUD contraception before pairing them up, otherwise he would have a bunch of illegitimate children by now.

Francesca and Kim were my trusted partners. Francesca was sharp as a knife, understanding situations before anyone else. Kim was gentle and compassionate, sensing emotional issues with antenna-like sensitivity. Both loved each other as much as they loved me. There were no restraints between the three of us, and no jealousies.

They had sworn their loyalty to my cock - but otherwise they enjoyed their bodies freely - taking joy in teasing men to the limit. When they were sunbathing in the nude on a Caribbean beach, Kim pitied the predicament their nudity had put some neighboring athletic blokes in. She video-called me asking for permission to suck those beautiful fat black cocks. Of course, I agreed happily and watched her doing it right on the beach while stroking myself.

I could not blame her; she had never experienced anyone but me - something she held on to steadfastly and with great pride. Kim made exceptions only for giving head to black guys, something she enjoyed if I watched. However, her vow remained that no one but me was getting inside her other holes.

Neither Francesca nor Kim was bothered in the least that I was screwing other women. They knew about my work and even recruited for me, praising my service to the sky.

They would whisper about me with Francesca’s model friends, or the beautiful young trophy wives they encountered at the exclusive resorts where Francesca’s husband treated them. They were trying to impress me by finding ever-younger and fitter women.

They were proud of each beautiful woman who fell for me, the more attractive the better. They were especially proud if they had found a virgin model for me to deflower. They knew my potent sperm was knocking up most of those women and girls, which filled them with just as much pride.

Francesca made sure that these hot chicks paid an outrageous amount of money for the ‘privilege’ of meeting me, never failing to inform Angela of the limit of what she could charge. If I was honest, I would have paid to fuck those beauties - but who was I to complain? I was glad Angela took care of the financial side or I would have waived their fees most of the time.

After all our children left for college, Francesca ended her official marriage ‘due to her husband’s infidelity’, making sure he faced the consequences and paid handsomely.

She told us how much fun it was to walk in at his office while he was screwing the young nurse and act all shocked. He had his small pecker deep inside the nurse’s glistening tunnel as she bent over his desk moaning in pleasure. She was convulsing from a strong orgasm and didn’t notice either Francesca or anyone else, while he froze in terror, unable to move.

Francescas fake scream of shock had alerted several staff members who stopped to watch the illicit thrust of their boss, adding to the utter humiliation of her pathetic husband.

After her divorce, she relocated to London with Kim, where we had wonderful sexual sessions in all possible combinations. It was amazing how many different sex positions were possible with three people.

Gradually they became friends with my wife Susan, although we kept the sexual nature of things between us a closely guarded secret to spare her any discomfort. As far as Susan was concerned, they were lesbians - which was quite far from reality.

While Susan remained dedicated to her charitable endeavors, her interest in sex declined over time, which was all right with me, given the amount of attention that Kim and Francesca demanded.

My “massage business” was thriving. I estimated that half the offspring of European and American high society (models, actresses, trophy wives of rich businessmen and athletes) were conceived by me.

The most fun I had was infiltrating the nobility, knocking up princesses, duchesses and the like, and watching them become proud mothers. Cuckolding a prince, king, or duke was even more satisfying than usual. Who else could claim to have fathered a future king or queen of a European country?

Every time I saw these children in the yellow press, I had to grin inwardly. Revealing their true parentage would surely cause havoc among the European nobility. Imagine how low public opinion would sink if the infidelity of these princesses and duchesses became known, how complicated the lives of the cuckolded fathers would become - not to mention the complex legal repercussions such a revelation would have on the question of succession to the throne.

It was equally satisfying to impregnate the wives and daughters of politicians and business leaders. It worked best when I managed to cuckold one of those corrupt politicians, dictators, or fascist “strongmen” who deserved to have their wives impregnated more than anyone else. The same was true for corrupt corporate tycoons who made their money through morally reprehensible or downright illegal dealings.

For this purpose, I attended major international events such as the World Economic Forum in Davos or the UN General Assembly. The insemination of these women usually took place via quickies in the restrooms of hotels, restaurants, gyms, or swimming pools. It wasn’t the best sex of my life, but the prominence of their partners made it fun to watch my children grow up in public with their unsuspecting celebrity fathers.

One of the most fun experiences was at a G20 meeting where Angela had secured a room for me inside the main conference resort. They had a spa where, predictably, all the wives of those politicians and journalists would be relaxing. I had seduced the cute receptionist and convinced her to let me take over the women’s massage service.

At that meeting alone, I impregnated nearly a hundred attendees before, during and after the week-long convention. It had started the week before the main conference when all the lower diplomats arrived to prepare, many of them female. With the help of my tx34 laced massage oil, I helped them all relax - the wives during the day and the female diplomats, staff and journalists in the evenings.

Among them were editors-in-chief of prestigious international newspapers and magazines, news anchors, and chiefs of staff of some powerful states. The most memorable was a hot young woman of Russian origin who was the mistress of a dictator in one of the former Soviet republics.

She used the beautiful alias Jamilya as her name, not her real name of course. Jamilya was tall, elegant, athletic, and flexible, with an hourglass figure, long blonde hair, and a nice set of tits that made up for their lack of size by being extremely sensitive and perfectly shaped.

When Jamilya had come for her first massage, the front desk hostess had shown her to the massage room. She had instructed her to undress, lie face down on the massage table, and relax to the soft music playing - while I finished impregnating a dark-skinned United Nations diplomat next door.

When I finally entered the room, Jamilya jumped in horror, obviously shocked to see a male masseur. She tried to use her small hands to cover her exposed breasts. Then she realized her shaved pussy was on display as well and struggled to decide where to put her hands. It was kind of funny to watch her agony and growing desperation as I kept staring at her with a smile on my lips. Once she had calmed down from her initial shock, but before she could launch into a tirade about my intrusion into her privacy, I walked over to her.

“No need to hide those wonderful breasts,” I told her as I gently removed her hands from her wonderful tits, flicking her nipples with my thumb. She shrieked and started to push me away, yelling, “Get your hands off me, you pervert!”

However, as I continued to rub her breasts, smearing my laced massage oil on them, her resistance gradually faded and was replaced by an extraordinary lust.

As I had observed many times before, women with the strongest aversion to cheating became the most enthusiastic fuck partners once they overcame their inhibitions. It was as if these women were protecting themselves with extra strong moral codes, recognizing their inner longing to have sex with a stranger, cheat on their partner, or participate in other forms of illicit sex.

Whether this hypothesis was true or not, Jamilya turned into a sexy fox within a few minutes. She kept up the pretense of shock for a little while longer, but stopped resisting my assaults on her body, letting her arms hang passively by her side as I kneaded her magnificent knockers, explored her firm and delightful bubble butt, and finally rubbed her aroused clit next to her pussy.

When I first touched her pussy, she seemed to remember how wrong this was and tried to push me away, moaning “Nooooo!!!!” but her eyes betrayed the level of pleasure she was experiencing. As I continued to move in circles around her clit, her arms pressing against my chest became weaker and weaker. Soon her mouth was open and she was panting heavily, her whole body inching closer and closer to her climax.

My other hand rubbed her chest, occasionally flicking at her stiff nipple. She had exceptionally sensitive nipples and gave a delightful “uuiiihhh” whenever I touched them. I kept her on the verge of orgasm for a long time, stopping just before she exploded to switch hands.

She became more and more desperate. I whispered in her ear, “If you want to come, you have to beg me!” She tried to resist, but when I stopped the next time, just before she reached her point of no return, she mumbled a faint “Pleeeeaaase”.

I asked, “Please what?”

She looked at me with pleading eyes, clearly conflicted as to how to ask for it explicitly. However, when the next denied climax came, she screamed in ecstasy, “Please!!!! Make me cum!”

It was loud enough that the receptionist must have heard her, I chuckled. I had mercy on this hot horny chick and granted her wish, rubbing her clit with renewed energy and inserting a finger into her soaking wet cunt.

Her panting became frenetic, she screamed “YES!!! Don’t stop! YESSSS!” until the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced overwhelmed her senses. Her body convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably for minutes, shaking her as if she was possessed by the devil. I had to hold her up or she would have collapsed on the floor. At the end, her legs trembled for another minute, her muscles vibrating.

I picked up her petite body and placed her on the massage table to let her calm down from this incredible high. As she basked in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her life, I began my massage, moving methodically from her neck down to her feet. She had her eyes closed and showed a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

When I finished on her back, I turned her over and repeated my massage on her front, starting with her feet and slowly working my way up. I enjoyed the sight of her slim calves, her long and slender legs, and the feel of her smooth and firm thighs.

Between her thin legs I had a clear view of her hairless pussy with those thin labia typical for Russian women. I enjoyed all types of vulvas, but these thin Russian ones looked so innocent with those tiny, almost non-existent pussy lips. If you just looked at her pussy, you might think you were looking at a pre-adolescent girl, not a grown young woman.

When I finished with her legs, I avoided contact with her pussy and moved to her arms, then her chest. Her stiff nipples and flushed neck showed how aroused Jamilya was. She waited anxiously for another round of sex, filled with anticipation of having her hypersensitive clit touched.

Instead of touching, I only breathed on her nipples, then her clit. She held her breath as I moved my mouth millimeters from her small pink clit, my hands pressing firmly on her hip bones to keep her from moving.

After a few minutes of building up her tension to the point where she was almost crying, I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. This touch immediately pushed her over the edge, and she exploded into a screaming orgasm that engulfed her entire body, causing her to shake and thrash uncontrollably.

I allowed her to calm down before repeating this process a few more times. Each time, the intensity of her orgasm seemed to increase, to the point where it almost hurt to watch her spasm.

After the third time, I was afraid she was about to pass out, so I changed my tactics. Now I sucked and licked her delightful little pink clit, the size of a pea, nestled between the pink folds of her inner labia lips, while moving two fingers in and out of her tight vagina.

She moaned in ecstasy: “Oh yeah! That feels good...” followed by a series of “Ahhhs” and “Uuuhs”. As the next orgasm inevitably approached, she screamed, “Oh my God! Please don’t stop! YEEESSSS!” before the contractions in her body made it impossible to articulate any intelligible words.

While Jamilya baked in the afterglow of her climax, I prepared for the final stage of our ‘massage’, the breeding, by removing my pants and shirt. I didn’t wait for her permission, but simply thrust my hard rod into her waiting snatch. She was smooth and tight, well lubricated and incredibly hot.

I fucked her with long, deep strokes that quickly brought her to another climax. It was only because I had impregnated five people before her that I had the stamina to ride out her first two orgasms. Feeling her strong contractions on my dick was almost too much to bear, but the sight of her beautiful young body writhing under me in orgasmic bliss was so wonderful that I didn’t want to miss it.

It was only after her second orgasm that I picked up the pace and seriously rammed into her body. With all the power that comes with my job as a male escort, I hammered into her slender frame, almost splitting her in two.

She would surely feel the consequences for days. I hoped she wouldn’t have any visible bruises to explain to her powerful lover.

Her body was tense in anticipation of my release, which came closer with each thrust.

Finally, I let go of all my restraints and let my balls shoot their load into her fertile womb, releasing a large glob of hot, sticky cum deep into her body.

My seeds would immediately begin their journey inside her body until they would fertilize the eggs waiting in her two ovaries, resulting in a twin pregnancy. After the deed was done, I removed my dick from her body and admired her used cunt.