Chapter 39: Getting to Know Luca

I returned the next day, consumed by an insatiable urge to claim my turn with young Julie, the eighteen-year-old intern. With her cherubic features and wide, innocent eyes, she looked almost like she was still in her early teens, a tantalizing tease with a petite frame that drew the gaze like a magnet. Her small A-cup breasts stood out - perky and firm, defiantly straining against her blouse, each little bump a provocative invitation. She had decided to forgo a bra, and that choice only amplified her youthful naivety, as if she were blissfully ignorant of the way her pointy nipples pressed against the fabric, begging to be noticed.

I felt the heat rising in my chest as I watched her. Her smooth legs extended like a temptation, leading to an ass that was perfectly rounded and without an ounce of fat. She didn’t even seem to register the effect she had on me - or on any man lucky enough to catch a glimpse. Each moment spent in her presence was a voyeuristic thrill that sent shivers down my spine.

I recalled the moment she had her cherry popped, her initiation into the world of carnal pleasure - a threesome with her senior colleagues, men more than three times her age, right in the hallway outside my suite. They were repulsive, yet she surrendered to their crude advances, losing herself in the most overwhelming orgasms that shattered her innocence, an experience she would never forget.

Not long after, she indulged in another wild episode, attacking three corpulent Pakistani businessmen like a hungry predator after I had ignited the spark of her arousal in the hallway. I had dared her to let them use her fresh body to earn a tip, proposing she get used to making a living by having her pussy filled.

By the end of her shift, the former virgin had already fucked five guys, catapulting her right into the median of the entire British female population. She had gone from innocent intern to willing slutty whore, her body a canvas of desire, ready to be ravaged and claimed.

The repulsive, overweight fifty-something colleagues and those pathetic Pakistani men had proven surprisingly enjoyable, despite their small, underwhelming cocks and lackluster skills. For over an hour, she had taken charge, riding them hard as they lay beneath her, their massive, sagging bellies obscuring the view of her glistening, pretty pussy on their puny shafts.

They couldn’t tear their eyes away from her mesmerizing face, flushed with pleasure as waves of orgasm crashed through her. Her tiny A-cup tits were so firm and perky, they didn’t even bounce as she thrust up and down on their eager sticks. The contrast was electric - her youthful allure against their grotesque, underperforming bodies, giving them the experience of their lifetime.

Now she was about to be fucked by me, the most experienced and fit guy she’d ever meet. At twice her age, I was nothing like those five pathetic losers she had yesterday. My fitness and stamina were off the charts, and while my cock wasn’t monstrous, it was definitely bigger than average - ready to deliver pleasure that would leave her begging for mercy.

When we got back to the penthouse suite, the very place where I had impregnated Sally, Melody, and Gina the night before, she was brimming with youthful curiosity, completely innocent and eager to explore. I methodically guided her through every possible sex position, making her practice deep-throating, introducing her to the thrill of anal penetration, and delivering the long, relentless poundings I was known for. I even threw in a bit of spanking to expand her horizons into the BDSM realm. In the end, I finished inside her ass - something I rarely did these days - making up for the lost chance to pop her cherry.

Before I left, I advised her to use an emergency contraceptive so she wouldn’t have to bear any of her old colleague’s brats. Just to be safe, I even handed her the pill and watched her swallow it, fully aware of how tx34 could mess with her head. I fought the urge to knock her up myself, realizing she was still too young and inexperienced to handle the responsibility of motherhood.

Julie had a wild sex life ahead of her. No doubt, she’d be eager to build on these experiences by making her young body available to older guys, fully leveraging the skills she had picked up from me. With her much younger looking petite figure, she would undoubtedly drive men with a daddy fetish crazy. To give her a little nudge in that direction, I leaned in and whispered, “Sugar daddies are going to line up for you,” hoping it would set her up to make a decent living. Sure enough, she surfaced on sugar babe websites not long afterwards, and judging by the outrageous fees she was charging, she must have been raking in a fortune.

After that wild escapade - impregnating those rich babes Sally, Melody, and Gina, then guiding Julie through her slutification - life settled back into something resembling normalcy. I divided my time between uninhibited sex with my “married” lovers, Francesca and Kim, and family life with Susan and our stunning nanny, Nina. Meanwhile, I continued working as a “massage specialist” - a polished term for my role as a high-end male escort.

But honestly, you could hardly call it work. Sure, it brought in a ridiculous income, but getting paid to fuck trophy wives, models, actresses, news anchors, and other elite women wasn’t exactly a burden. I practically should’ve been the one paying for it. But who’s complaining? Thanks to my secret drug, tx34, they had the time of their lives - something these rich women were more than happy to pay for.

I’m not sure they would have been so eager to pay if they’d known the full consequences in advance. Most of my clients ended up with a bun in the oven, thanks to my drug overriding their birth control, triggering ovulation, and giving my potent seed an easy shot. The silver lining was that the drug also sparked a strong maternal instinct, so they felt thrilled with the outcome afterward. It eased my conscience, knowing they embraced the results - even if I hadn’t exactly gotten full consent to breed them.

And honestly, how could they complain? They paid me to take them bareback, so what did they expect? Pregnancy wasn’t exactly off the table when they let a fertile man unload inside them. It’s the very essence of what sex is for, isn’t it? Yeah, maybe I should’ve been paying them for the honor of impregnating their perfect bodies, of passing on my genes to their future children. But being paid handsomely for the privilege? Now that was a deal I wasn’t about to turn down.

Even the wild setup with Susan and Nina settled into its own kind of normal. Every time I got home, Susan would give us an hour alone to work off Nina’s pent-up sexual tension. Nights, I’d go to bed with Susan, only to wake up with Nina straddling my morning wood while Susan was downstairs making breakfast.

As Nina’s pregnancy progressed, her petite body filled out dramatically, but that didn’t stop her from riding me every morning. When she gave birth, we adopted the twins, just as Susan had planned. The two women had actually conspired to have Susan nurse the babies, since she hadn’t stopped with our youngest pair. It made sense - Susan’s massive jugs were perfect for it, while Nina’s smaller chest wouldn’t have been as effective.

But more than that, it was a level of trust and acceptance that blew my mind. Plus, with Susan taking on nursing duties, Nina had even more time to indulge with me whenever Susan was busy feeding her babies and the older kids were sleeping or off at kindergarten. I wasn’t about to grumble about this nursing setup - it gave me plenty of extra private hours with our sexy little nanny.

Well, it unfolded just as one would expect. Nina didn’t even get a single period before she was pregnant again, just weeks after giving birth, much to Susan’s delight. I still have no clue how she managed to spin this tale for the town, but somehow, we sidestepped a massive scandal - again. It was likely Susan’s strong reputation and her smooth talk that made everyone accept the bizarre situation: Nina ended up pregnant again, chalking it up to some mysterious accident. She brushed off any probing questions, insisting it was too personal, and eventually, people’s curiosity faded.

If only they knew the real story - it would have blown their minds. Especially when they heard how passionately Susan sang my praises—not exactly the reaction you’d expect from a wife whose husband was regularly knocking up the nanny. The idea that Susan would happily raise the children conceived from her husband’s escapades with Nina was unthinkable to most. Even I had to pinch myself sometimes, watching her embrace this bizarre arrangement with a smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Just like before, Susan and I adopted the new set of twins, with Nina giving birth just over ten months after the first batch. It was only then that Susan advised Nina to get an IUD to prevent the cycle from repeating itself. This meant our spacious house was buzzing with the chaotic energy of ten kids. Although Susan had gone ahead with her plan to transform an old annex, which had been nothing but a graveyard for outdated machinery, into a cozy living quarters for Nina, she was hardly ever there. In reality, it functioned more like a sprawling guest house for her parents during their frequent visits, adding another layer to our already bustling household.

It was truly heartwarming to see how well Susan and Nina got along, effortlessly caring for our combined ten kids. Both radiated with the joy of creating a nurturing home and raising their little ones. The walls were adorned with colorful children’s artwork, and the rooms overflowed with an array of toys, from plush animals to building blocks. Our expansive mansion sat on sprawling grounds that offered endless opportunities for adventure as the kids grew older - there were “secret” forts hidden behind towering trees, vast meadows perfect for running and playing, and even a large treehouse where they could escape into their own world of imagination.

I doubt many kids ever had the privilege of growing up surrounded by so much love, attention, and such idyllic surroundings. It was a dream setting for any child, fostering their imaginations and friendships in ways most could only fantasize about.

A few years later, I woke up to the incredible sensation of Nina riding me, her petite body moving with a sensual rhythm that made my heart race. Her long, golden blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, glimmering in the morning light, and I found myself marveling at how someone so youthful, still only twenty-one, could possess such a stunning allure. You’d never guess she was a mother of four kids, given the way her firm, tight body moved above me, each bounce accentuating her curves and the perky tits that danced tantalizingly in front of my eyes.

As she continued to ride me, the warmth of her skin sent shivers down my spine. The sight of her flushed cheeks and the way her blue eyes sparkled with mischief drove me wild. “You’re such a good little slut,” I groaned, feeling the heat build between us as she quickened her pace.

Nina leaned forward, her hands gripping my shoulders, her voice a sultry whisper. “You like this, don’t you?” she teased, her breath warm against my ear. I could only nod, lost in the pleasure of the moment, fully enveloped by the beauty of this sexy blonde, who somehow managed to juggle motherhood with such effortless grace.

With each thrust, I felt her tighten around me, a reminder of the wild nights we’d shared, and I reveled in the intoxicating sensation of fucking her, knowing that this was how I wanted to start every day.

Nina’s movements gradually intensified, her breaths coming in soft gasps as she worked herself up to an earth-shattering orgasm. I could see her body tense and quiver with every stroke, the way her hips rolled against me, teasingly pulling me deeper inside her. The delightful tension built within her, and I knew she was close, the anticipation radiating between us.

With a shudder that seemed to echo through her entire petite frame, she reached her peak, a primal scream of pleasure escaping her lips as her body trembled beneath me. The sight of her succumbing to ecstasy was intoxicating, and a satisfied grin spread across my face, knowing I had pushed her to such heights.

Her climax gave me the signal I needed. I swiftly rolled her onto her back, getting on top of her to fuck her in earnest. The change of position heightened our connection, her skinny legs wrapping around my waist as I plunged deep inside her, each thrust eliciting soft cries of delight from her lips. I knew I could get her to climax at least once, maybe even twice more, before the contractions on my shaft became overwhelming.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers softly while quickening my rhythm, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the room. Her body responded eagerly, arching up to meet each thrust, and the way she gasped and moaned drove me wild. I felt the heat building inside me, determined to deliver every ounce of pleasure I could before my own release took over. With each powerful thrust, her body trembled closer to the edge, and I could sense her second orgasm rapidly approaching, her moans becoming more urgent as I pushed her further into bliss.

My relentless pounding sent her spiraling, the intensity of each thrust igniting every nerve ending in her petite frame. She clung to me, fingers digging into my shoulders as I drove deeper and harder, the friction between us sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. I could feel her body tightening around me, the rhythm of her gasps and cries syncing with the ferocity of my relentless thrusts.

Then, on the next powerful plunge, she erupted into ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The way her slick, tight cunt pulsed around my throbbing shaft sent electric sensations racing through me, intensifying my own desire. Each contraction felt like a warm embrace, squeezing me tighter and urging me closer to the edge.

I tightened my grip on her legs, lifting them to my shoulders, allowing myself to pound into her with even more force. The urgency of our movements escalated, raw and primal, as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Her cries grew louder, filling the room, driving me on as I felt the familiar heat pooling in my core.

With every thrust, I became more lost in the pleasure she was giving, feeling her body responding eagerly, trembling beneath me. The sensations coursing through my cock intensified, and I could sense my release building, ready to explode. I pushed her closer, her body quaking, teetering on the brink once more. Each thrust drove her higher, and I could feel her getting lost in the moment, both of us spiraling toward another peak.

I could barely hold back my urge to let go, to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure she was pulling from me. I drove into her with every ounce of force, feeling her tighten around me as she hit her peak, her cries reaching a fever pitch. Her body shook beneath me, her vaginal walls contracting around my cock, pushing me to the brink and igniting my own release.

I let go of all restraint, thrusting harder, deeper, driven by the rhythm of her pleasure. My balls tightened, the pressure building with every powerful thrust, feeling her slick walls milking me, urging me on. I could feel my body responding to the intensity, and the urge to explode became unbearable.

Finally, I thrust deep into her one last time, savoring the moment as the tip of my cock pressed against her cervical opening. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, every muscle taut and prepared for that final release. Then, as if perfectly timed, a single contraction of her vagina drove me over the edge and triggered my explosion.

My cock pulsed violently as I blasted my hot seed deep into her. Each wave surged forth, completely filling her tight cunt, while I groaned in ecstasy, my glutes clenching and spasming as I drove in deeper. With every throb, I flooded her, the scorching heat of my release mixing with the warmth of her climax. We both convulsed in unison, our bodies entwined in that blissful moment, lost in the raw, animalistic act of mating. When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I rolled to the side, breathless and utterly satisfied, ready to take on the day.

After we both caught our breath, she pushed herself up onto my chest, her hard nipples brushing against my skin, sending a delicious shiver through me. She looked down at me with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I love you,” she said, her voice warm and sincere.

I returned her smile, feeling a rush of affection for her. “I love you too,” I replied, my heart swelling with the kind of happiness that only comes after mind-blowing sex with the mother of my youngest four kids. I wondered what was swirling in her mind, what she wanted to say next. Instead of probing, I simply waited, letting the moment linger between us, savoring the intimacy we shared.

Nina didn’t hide behind the bush; she spilled the news right out. “I met a guy and I’m thinking about fucking him. How would you feel about that?”

I took a moment, processing her words. I knew I was the last person on earth who could feel entitled to her being exclusive, given my own situation.

“Honestly, it doesn’t bother me, as long as you feel good about it,” I said, keeping my tone steady. “Is it a one-time thing or something more permanent?”

She looked at me, her expression dreamingly. “I’d hope it’s permanent,” she replied quickly, her voice hopeful. Her answer hung in the air between us, filled with both tension and possibility.

“That’s great,” I said, genuinely feeling happy for her. “I mean, we’ll always be family, and the kids are an inseparable part of our household.” I paused, wanting to understand more. “Can you explain?”

Nina took a breath, her excitement evident. “I met this guy at the kindergarten where the kids go. He’s a really soft, caring guy, with long hair. He works there as a staff member and doesn’t have any kids of his own, but he absolutely loves them.” Her eyes lit up as she continued, “Susan and I have invited him over a few times, and the way he plays with the kids is just amazing, like they’re his own. I kind of fell for him.”

She hesitated for a moment, a playful smile creeping across her face. “But I wouldn’t want to give up fucking you every morning.”

“Oh, so I just get sloppy seconds then?” I chuckled, giving her nipples a playful pinch.

Her expression shifted, looking momentarily heartbroken as if my joke had struck a chord. I quickly backtracked, “Hey, I’m serious, Nina. I wouldn’t care at all. Being with you is incredible. You could sleep with the entire football team before coming back to me, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. But ... I doubt this guy would be as open-minded about it. Men can be pretty protective of their women.”

“Well, he wouldn’t need to know. I already talked it over with Susan - she’s willing to cover for us and keep him distracted if it comes to that,” she replied, her tone casual yet confident.

“Oh, so Susan’s in on this already?” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Yeah, I guess you could say it’s partly her fault. She thinks this guy would be good for me. She believes I need someone for myself, and he’s really sweet and caring. He loves kids, and he told Susan he wouldn’t mind being with a woman who has children already, so...”

“Nina, if you think you can make it work, what can I say? Of course, you should give it a shot. If you two hit it off, he can stay in the annex. And if you want - and if Susan’s cool with it - we can keep our morning routine going. I definitely enjoy it, even though I doubt you’ll want to after having a steady partner.”

“Stupid! I would never give up fucking you. You know that no other guy could ever match your ability to please me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with lust and desire. “It’s crazy how many of my female friends say their guys can barely get them off once. Meanwhile, with you, you’re making me cum three times or more - ten if I’m lucky! Whenever I tell my friends, they just laugh and call bullshit. But here I am, living the fantasy, and, best of all, Susan’s cool with it.”

“Hey, if I’m making you happy, that’s all I care about,” I replied, feeling a rush of warmth. “And somehow, we make Susan happy with it as well.”

With a more serious voice I added, “So, if this guy’s good to you, then go for it. You keep me in the loop, promise?”

“I promise to keep...” She grinned, leaning closer to me, her warm breath tickling my neck. “ ... your dick in me every morning.” With that she shoved it back into her dripping cunt.

“And maybe I’ll keep you in the loop ... as long as you keep getting me off three times or more,” she added with a playful laugh.