Chapter 302: Business or Pleasure?

I could use a nice fuck. Hell, I think I can even do a nasty fuck after dealing with the shit with Gabriella’s and Jasmine’s families.

The powerful women took us through her “brothel,” for lack of a better description, to outside a room marked private. She explained that the girls inside were excellent at their trade, which made them arrogant and cocky. It seems that they say no one can get them off. Girls can’t get their motors running, and guys can’t last more than seconds in their tight honey holes. From what she saw, Jasmine just can get them off in a few minutes, and what she knew I could. It was time to show that these girls of hers weren’t all they thought themselves to be.

“Only select customers are permitted not to wear condoms. Their selection of girls is limited, and the costs are high. They had no clue the girls use advanced female condoms that are undetectable by the Johns who pay to go bareback. My girls in this room don’t know such things exist. Please enjoy them, Darren. I will get Gabriella settled,” she told us. “Whoever summoned me to you provided a very detailed psychiatric profile and measure of her intelligence. Not to speak ill of her, but Gabriela isn’t exactly stupid, but not very bright either. We will see if she fits the jobs of cleaning or cooking, but my gut tells me that she truly loves sex. I rarely find girls like her for obvious reasons. Those I do find themselves able to retire and live without worry about anything, usually before they are thirty, but they never retire. All who have worked for me aren’t nymphomaniacs, though I do have plenty of those. Instead, they love sex, so they change from servicing high-paying Johns to even more lucrative escort services.”

She unlocked the door, led us into the room, and told the girls we were here to entertain them while she got a new girl settled in. Right before closing and relocking the door, she told them to expect to be the ones who came, not the other way around.

Laugh now, girls. Jasmin is already licking her lips as she strips off her underwear.

I took my time getting out of my clothes, with my back turned to them.

“Look, girls. A shy one,” she announced. “Come here, big boy. No need to be shy.”

As I turned, I told them, “I’m far from shy. I just wanted you all to see what is going to fuck you silly, providing my friend doesn’t wear you out first. Your boss said you get to deal with the mess. She didn’t have any condoms that will fit me, and I don’t have any on me.”

As I already said, laugh now, girls.

When not taunting Jasmine, they started making bets on how fast they could make me cum. I smiled at Jasmine as she moved to one girl on the far side of the room while I went to the one this end.

I didn’t even try to be gentle to the girl who said she could make me cum in her mouth before I even knew what happened. I face fucked her mouth and throat with my full nine inches until she looked up at me in a way that told me she was begging me to stop. When it changed to pleading, I pulled my dick free of her mouth. She wasn’t wet when I tossed her on the nearest bed. The place in my head showed that she was trying her best not to let me get her turned on. I didn’t need to use my unique abilities to get her hot, wet, and ready to go. She begged me to slide into her. She got my fingers instead of my dick. When I found her small g-spot, I only needed to give it a few gentle scratches to cause her to scream out in ecstasy. She was going hoarse when I moved up to shove my nine inches into her.

Holy fucking hell! She is tighter than many virgins I’ve fucked, and she isn’t squeezing down or faking.

My fun wasn’t strictly business, but I was the one providing the services, so I got to decide if I wanted to cum or not. I didn’t. At least I didn’t yet.

Jasmine and I worked our way through the girls twice before they all begged me to pick one and get myself off so they could have some peace. Jasmine had them cum when she wanted them to cum. These girls had no say in the matter.

“Now this can’t be right, girls,” the powerful lady said as she came into the room with a group of girls, one of who had been the woman’s aide at the resort in the spring. “I see wet, red, well-fucked cunts and well-rubbed clits. How is that this girl visiting hasn’t yet climaxed? I know you were all fucked bareback, but I don’t see any creamed pies. You all say you can get any male off in seconds, and no girl gets you going. I am disappointed, but Yuki is absolutely beside herself with happiness. Since you can’t do the job, she has pleaded with me to permit this man to take her cherry.”

Bitch slap.

Her calling them out wasn’t enough of an embarrassment. Jasmine moved quickly through all of the women to get them off as she humbled them. Yuki could care less.

She had her arms and legs around my body as one of the girls who just arrived held my dick steady for Yuki to unlock the door and let me in. I expected her to be tight and go slow until her vagina stretched, but there was no pause or hesitation. Like a machine, she pumped my piston in and out of her single-cylinder engine, pushing her motor hard around orgasm mountain.

Yuki hasn’t been over this mountain peak before.

Her whole body went limp when she came. I had a hand behind her back and one under her butt. Someone found a stool they held behind me so I could hold her in my lap until she was able to get her muscles to work again. With her butt resting on my thighs, I let my hand go up to slide through her hair as I gently kissed her neck, at least until she came down off her high enough to pull my lips to hers. She didn’t seem to know or care about our growing audience. I didn’t care one bit.

Eventually, Yuki was ready to go again. I stayed sitting on the stool. She moved her arms around my neck and let me lift her ass off my dick before she slid herself down how she wanted. When she came again, it was just as intense as the first, but less unexpected. After two more, she no longer went off into space. That is when the real fun started. I stood up and moved us around the room to find places I could set her on to pound her pussy.

Jasmine told me that Yuki and I fucked for over an hour, but it didn’t seem that long to me. I didn’t care about how long it took before I creamed her corn. She went off into space again as her pussy massaged my slowly softening dick. Even soft, my dick left a six-inch dick plug up inside her. The room had a big square sink with a sprayer off to the side. After getting the water warm, I put her pussy up over the edge of it as I slid her off my dick. She reached down to take the sprayer to wash my dick off in the sink as her pussy drained. I returned the favor to clean up the mess I made inside her. Once she was sure my dick and balls were very clean, I carried her back over to the stool to hold her to me as she sat on my lap.

She needs this intimacy and cuddling more than she would ever admit.

While she rubbed my back and nibbled at my neck, we whispered back and forth.

“You were as amazing as I dreamed since I met you,” she whispered. “I fell in love with you the first time our eyes met. No other’s penis shall ever enter me unless they do it after I’m dead. I can’t make you mine, but I can hope you will let me give you my love whenever we can.”

I whispered back, “Only you and your mistress, who I now know is also your mother, will know you are carrying my children. Our twins will want for nothing, even if that means they must get it themselves. Teach them well. They will always want to listen and learn from you. All will fear to displease them.”

“Thank you. I know you will never tell another about us, or my mistress being my mother,” she told me. “She has loved you like a son since you placed those young girls in her care. Never has she met anyone that has your power who behaves like the well-behaved gentleman you are. She could not believe the amount of restraint you showed where all others in her world would have taken those they wanted, killed the rest, and claim that family’s business as their own.”

I know she had more to say, but she barely had the energy to hold her arms around my neck. The powerful woman led me through back hallways and up hidden stairways to get to where Yuki had her room. I soon had Yuki dressed in neatly folded pajamas that I found on her pillow before tucking her in with a kiss on the head. The powerful woman had some new clothes brought up for me to wear.

As I dressed, she began to try to tell me about Yuki, so I said, “You are an amazing mother. She is a great woman, and I’m glad I was able to start our children growing inside her. We are having twins. My feelings about the children I make with a woman have proven correct so far. She will carry them to term and deliver them vaginally. From the pain from their birth, she will bring forth two children who will bring fear into the hearts of those in our world, and those of lower social standing. It will happen long before they start puberty. From there, you will only be the adult through which to do their work. Yuki will make sure none will question who fathered them. I’m positive that they will follow in my footsteps.”

“A very prophetic proclamation, but I’m learning that it is becoming a bad investment to bet against you,” she explained. “As for people fearing them, there is no doubt, especially if they are your children. I doubt you’re aware of the opinion of you as of late, for none will speak of it in your presence. I’m going to bring you up to speed. Those in our world are realizing you aren’t some snot-nosed kid that the elder made his replacement to thumb his nose at them, not that I would put that past him. You have much to learn still, Darren, but if you wish it, I am happy to educate you in all areas required if you will permit me. Now I was small when the elder ascended to his position after the assassination of multiple heads of the families. I do remember overhearing my parents discussing him as I aged. When I was sixteen, I first heard my father saying he was displeasing the elder. Later that same day my, mother explained that while the elder had made some demands of the families, those who didn’t do as he wished never saw any repercussions. A few months earlier, those who failed to do as told found themselves in a pine box, if he was feeling generous. The rest only wished they earned concrete shoes. Just after my seventeenth birthday, a part of my family’s business didn’t operate how the elder wanted. Father was next in line to head our family. The local authorities were unable to give any explanation about how a pride of starved Bengal tigers found their way into the home of the previous head’s home. There were no survivors, not even the staff or children. The elder still had those who disregarded his wishes, and it took another ten years before none questioned his demands or paying the elder his cut. You’ve only been in his role for just over a year, and most of the families fear you like they never did the elder. They all pray that they buried any businesses you disapprove of so deeply that you are unable to track them back to their family. So far, none have been successful. That isn’t very surprising to me, given the interesting tidbits of information my girls and my boys can get from my customers quite easily. Honestly, if that were all, then none of them would question you exterminating as many of them as it took to find someone in their family line that saw the light. After all, that is how we have always done business. If I were in any of their shoes when you came knocking, I would likely blow my brains out than face whatever horrifyingly creative way you decide to get your point across. It is very fortunate for me that we are of a like mind regarding children forced into sexual acts, slavery, and pornography. I think we can talk through any part of my business where my younger girls and boys come to me to ask to have sex with the Johns and Janes that are into loving children. I learned when I was a teenager, those we deny their desires will run away and do what they want. Most end up dead in less than a year. This way, I protect them, ensure their clients are free of disease, and that they know the limits of what the boy or girl is willing to do. Everything else is off-limits. It only takes one time finding their back accounts drained to get the point.”

I’m not very happy about her having kids with adults. Can I question her logic about them being safer with her than on their own? I remember the girls from elementary and middle school who were screwing like rabbits years before they began to get tits.

We left the building we were in before, walked a few blocks, down some stairs, and into another building. We went past heavily armed male and female staff on our way to their central monitoring room. Inside they had walls covered with hi-res monitors. At every desk, I saw the person with three monitors in front of them that showed what they were looking at in the VR glasses to see a full three-hundred-sixty-degrees view of the room, with optical zoom. The had focused audio to hear what those in the room were seeing.

She took me over to an unused desk and handed me a pair of 3D VR goggles. In my hand, she gave me a little thumb-stick that controlled the zoom. It surprised me to find that when I looked at the girl, who was alone currently, I saw her vital stats, including stress levels. With a push of a side button, I saw that she had been keeping herself busy for her next appointment, and she never needed any artificial lubricant. As I zoomed in on the girl, which was on the three monitors as well, the powerful woman told me that while this girl looked eleven or twelve, she was eighteen. When the woman took her in, the girl was skin and bones. She looked around eight then. With years of food, love, and excellent medical care, the girl’s body decided it was time to become a woman around fifteen. Before arriving, the girl had been turning tricks for table scraps and clean water. The girl loved sex, so it wasn’t a job.

The powerful woman said, “One of her regular customers, a true dirty old man, saw her when she was fourteen and still had the body of a ten-year-old. For two years, he paid a thousand US dollars an hour to just sit with her to play board games, teach her cards, and anything she wanted to do. Usually, she wanted to have sex, which he didn’t want. They finally worked out an agreement. She got to have his dick up inside her and then blew him right before his time to go. He never fucked her until she had hair on her pussy. While she never says so, if he asked her to leave here to go live with him, she would be gone as soon as I was convinced that it was what she wanted. You might think him paying a grand to just hang out with her is a lot, the other Johns, and some Janes, who want her will pay five-thousand US, or more, to have half an hour with her. My biggest problem is with the younger girls who are the epitome of the term nympho. They don’t care if a John finished in ten seconds or went for thirty minutes. These girls won’t stop doing all they can to get a dick, or three at once in some cases, inside them. My management staff finally proposed we either increase the number of girls or decrease the numbers with customers, so that girls are ready at all times.”

Hmmm. I wonder...

After I watched the girl and her dirty old man for a few minutes, I asked the powerful woman, “Are there any that are at least fourteen that aren’t getting what they need from their clients. Wait. I asked that wrong. Do you have girls who shoot off their mouths and complain about not getting off as a reason why they want to fuck non-stop? I have a supplier that makes sure I have plenty of condoms made specifically for my dick that they guaranteed to be impossible to break during sex. Even fingernails can’t puncture them.”

“You don’t need to use condoms with my girls Darren, only the Johns. They are all clean as a whistle and well protected against unwanted offspring,” she said with a laugh.

I countered with, “That I don’t doubt for an instant. I want the girls to beg everyone to find out who I was and how they get me back in their beds. Going bareback would clue them in that I’m someone who never needs to be on a VIP list or invited anything I wish to attend.”