Chapter 473: Rendering Services

Even with the mounds of presents for Ellen and Crimilda they had to open, it was only ten in the morning. Lunch wasn’t until one.

No one seems to notice that many of my male cousins are nowhere in sight.

Camden and Becky got their Christmas gifts from me in private. We don’t know if it was stress, but Becky hadn’t stayed pregnant with our last attempt. She just finished her period a week ago but wanted to get pregnant again.

Camden was super horny. She wanted me to fuck her until I gave her a creamy load. She had no clue if she was safe right now or not.

Becky told me, “Time to go open some virgins, David. Mary and Skylar both want to stock up on your sperm anyway. It will be their only chance to be with you to make them women. If you can spare an hour this afternoon, all of Corwin’s sisters need to get laid. I did a lot of digging. I confirmed that you could fuck all the girls in my elite world in all the families. Somehow it is your right, even if you are not part of the elite world, because you are the richest man on Earth currently. There is an official process by which it must get documented, but I doubt you will be bothered by some older men and women watching you popping cherries.”

“That won’t be a problem because Corwin’s sisters are the only virgins fourteen or older visiting from the elite families. They are going to college before thinking about husband-hunting. It is no secret that David would have already taken their virginities if he was around long enough without other things taking a higher priority,” Camden joked.

I spent the rest of the time before lunch slowly making four girls’ first times something they will cherish for the rest of their lives. After lunch, I did the same with the six others, who were at least fourteen.

The seventh was unique. The girl was from Mary’s harem but had pale cream-colored skin, not her mother’s and Mary’s father’s darker brownish-black. Her full, natural afro of fire-red hair stood out the most. She had the dark pussy lips typical in her family to confuse things further, but pale pink nipples. Both b-cup tits sat firmly on her chest, begging to be kissed and have her nipples sucked. She tried to keep me from eating her pussy, but after my first few licks, the girl relaxed to enjoy it. After three cums, I moved up to start tongue-kissing her. She was so into it that she didn’t know I was into her until my fucking her brought her off. When I was about to cum, I let the others in the room know.

I let a big load fly into the waiting test tube before being aimed to fire the last few shots into the spread-open pussy of a fertile girl. They milked out what remained in my dick into a glistening pink passage. I was back inside the red-headed woman, working up to yet another cum. After another load into the cup, I got aimed at pussies and jacked off to see if I had any sperm in my balls.

I’m not letting them just get a shot at their waiting targets.

When I was going to cum, I pulled out to move over to the next one waiting to get a load.

I held my dick to ensure all they could get in them was my dick head. Having the rim of the crown stimulate the front of their pussy lets them get off too.

Skylar didn’t have any remaining virgins old enough for me to fuck, so I worked on getting a few loads into cups before going to tip-fuck the most fertile of the women. I found three that got all nine inches as I let the sperm from my precum fertilize their waiting eggs.

It seems only fair. Those three have already had my children at least once before turning fourteen, not that I could tell when fucking them.

Corwin’s sisters were ecstatic that I had serviced the harems before coming to see if they wanted me to be their first. Both were as fertile as Corwin but didn’t want to be pregnant anytime soon. I popped their waiting eggs before I slid inside them. It didn’t take long before they got off so many times that they had enough for today.

My family, cousins, aunts, uncles, Skylar, Mary, Corwin, Camden, and Camden’s family were here for Christmas dinner. Bess, Becky, Crimilda, Corwin’s mom, and sisters had dinner at Becky’s house. No one asked how both harems had departed unseen.

Had they seen them arrive? None of those in either harem will say how they left anyway.

Camden and her family headed back to their house after dinner. Skylar and Mary needed to fly home to attend to some matters before the new year. Corwin and her family were leaving sometime overnight.

I didn’t think it was cold enough to have a fire in the fireplace, but I got outvoted. We all kicked back to watch one of the classic Christmas movies as the kids played with their new toys. I had Terry on one side and Carol on the other. Tina claimed my lap. I noticed that Olive was happy with Ellen leaning back against her chest.

They went up to cuddle in bed together. Both slept nude, but it was for skin-to-skin contact and nothing else. Ellen hadn’t even taken her vibrating friend off the charger since we returned from the Thanksgiving trip.

“What are your plans for New Year’s Eve, David?” one of my uncles asked. “Kind of hard to top last year.”

I shrugged and said, “I’m not even going to try. However, I will take the kids from my senior AP Honors Language class to ring in the New Year in Japan, Giza, Times Square, and then back here. One of their families throws a big New Year’s Eve party for the kids, so they have somewhere safe to crash if needed. It keeps them safe from drunk drivers and other lunacies after midnight. They don’t know about it, only that I’m taking them to a New Year’s Eve party before the annual one.”

“That sounds like a lot of flying. How are you planning to hide that fact from them? What about parental consent and their passports?” an aunt asked.

They have no idea about me now having four of the monster foster-care mini-cities in the U.S. I explained how I was an unpaid federal officer regarding taking kids into my custody for any reason I chose. It wasn’t important how I got valid U.S. Passports issued through proper channels, even if those channels were black-ops access.

I’m not going to risk them being denied access to any country, even if we only go through customs to get the kids’ passport stamps.

My relatives headed home two days later.

“Where are we going for this New Year’s Eve party, Mr. Jones,” one of the seniors from my AP language class asked.

I promised all the student’s parents I would have them back before midnight for the annual party. I smiled and told them it was a surprise and that they wouldn’t believe me anyway.

It didn’t matter if they had turned the cell phones off. The plane blocked the signals on purpose.

“Welcome to a hypersonic jet that doesn’t exist. Here is our itinerary,” I told the students. “We will fly to Japan near a small village where I learned to make authentic Japanese swords. Some sell for tens of thousands of dollars or more. I stayed with the master swordsmith’s family while I apprenticed there. We will take some of them to Tokyo to have sushi for dinner. There is an A-list New Year’s Eve party in Tokyo where all of us will ring in the new year. We will go to another A-list party in Giza to ring in the new year again. Finally, we rinse and repeat in Time’s Square before coming home so you can go to the annual New Year’s Eve party. I said I was taking you to a party, just not where.”

One of the girls said, “Uh. Mr. Jones, I don’t have a passport or any clothes to wear to these parties. I expect that jeans and a t-shirt aren’t allowed.”

“I have passports for all of you, and we will stop to take care of your wardrobe. There are sodas and snacks in the galley. Help yourself because I’m not going to serve you,” I told them with a laugh.

We were in a field not far from Hinata’s house four and a half hours later. Someone called ahead because her grandfather was waiting to take the students to the forge while I attended to working over Hinata’s pussy.

We weren’t missed.

“Sorry, sir, but we have a change in plans,” one of the security-like people with us told me. “You have been requested to move your sushi plans to lunch to permit adequate time to make the final alterations to your guest’s attire. We shall take the plane to Tokyo to allow your students to experience customs. The guests from Japan will get escorted through another route that saves them the hassle.”

We landed at the airport within thirty minutes of taking off. With the black-ops passports, we got to bypass the long lines. Not having any luggage helped that process along as well.

“David San,” the man who managed the sushi restaurant said in Japanese. “Many changes we made to ensure we never require your assistance in preparing sushi when you visit. It pleases me that you have chosen to return and bring your guests. We have prepared three contest rolls for you to eat today. Those who informed me of your arrival noted that you would only want a light lunch due to your evening plans.”

The older woman who knew the Elder’s language watched from behind a curtain covering a hallway.

Knowing she could hear me, I said in the Elder’s language, “You have done well to restore your family name and reputation of this restaurant. I hate that I had to be the one who brought the problems to the surface. It appears that your business has recovered well.”

“We owe you many thanks, David San. You had already become an honorable man while still a child. I heard about what you did for that young girl who came here as the only gift she had requested. Not that you would require it, but we will always make space for you in our home should you need a place to sleep,” she told me.

“That is very gracious. I only need a spot on the floor where others will not have to walk around or trip over me,” I replied.

She didn’t seem to know how to respond, so she came over to hug me.

One of the boys asked, “Mr. Jones, did you see this monster sushi roll contest? Do you think anyone has ever beaten it?”

“Yes. Me, twice, in under an hour. The restaurant heard I was coming here, so they brought me three for lunch. It takes a lot of sushi to get me full,” I explained.

Will you ever learn that I don’t lie? Brag, maybe, but not lie.

Some didn’t eat sushi or fish, so they ordered from the hibachi menu. It wasn’t cooked here at the table like in the states as they had come to expect. I knew the kids with me ordered more sushi than they could eat, but that was fine because Hinata’s siblings and cousins didn’t order enough.

Those who didn’t order sushi got soup and salad. It wasn’t long before everyone had their food, except for me.

“David San. Here is the first of the three large rolls for your enjoyment,” the manager said when the waiter bought over the roll.

I heard people around us asking if that was the roll for the contest, if I could even eat it all, and other similar questions. Some called bullshit. Their waiters did confirm that it was indeed the monster roll for the timed competition, but there was no point in me doing the challenge again. I was on my third when the others with me were finishing up. While not stuffed, I was starting to feel a bit full. It took me less than an hour to eat all three, and I chewed slowly. We had an audience.

One little kid asked the question no one else had, “What does he win? He ate three in under the time to win for eating just one.”

“Oh, I wasn’t doing the contest. It wouldn’t be fair. I can eat a lot of sushi and still be hungry, so I got three of the giant rolls. I did the whole contest thing the last time I was here,” I told the kid.

I insisted that I pay for my three rolls. They didn’t argue the least bit.

It isn’t like I will even notice whatever the bill and tip are for the meal.

We weren’t far from where the guys were getting tuxedos. The girls were getting elegant dresses on par with the tuxedos. They didn’t know it yet, but we had a quick stop in Italy on the way to Giza to pick up suits the boys had made from their measurements. Shoes were shoes, as far as I’m concerned. The girls were getting another new dress in Egypt. I could have gotten the suits there too, but the Italian ones presented a better image at the party.

“Mr. Jones, why are you not wearing a suit or tuxedo? Can you even go into any of these parties in jeans and a questionably obnoxious t-shirt with sneakers?” one girl on the trip asked.

Hinata beat me to the punch to say, “David showing up in one of his tuxedos or suits would be seen as insulting to the others attending tonight’s party. It isn’t who David is.”

“It isn’t like they have any choice. David owns the clubs. To the people on the guest list, he is a modern-day Bruce Wayne. Eighteen, single, and a billionaire. He didn’t come from money. While he inherited this wealth, he worked diligently to prove he was worthy of such a gift. Your being here tonight attests to that,” one of Hinata’s sisters said.

Everyone in our group looked exquisite. I did the girls’ hair and we headed to the party.

I knew it was coming and enjoyed it each time it happened.

The people allowed into this party were a group of people just below the elites. They made comments accordingly.

“I thought this was an exclusive party.” “How did a guy dressed like that get past security.” “Does his daddy own this club?”

Nearly everyone that came to the party at the club was there. I took up the microphone and said, “Good evening. I am David Jones. I’ve heard some of your questions about me. My parents work nine-to-five middle-class jobs in Nowhere USA, and I’m a high school teacher. I’m also a billionaire. Welcome to my club. Enjoy your evening!”

Now let that give you something to talk about. Hey, a trillionaire is also a billionaire.

“Well, David, that was unexpected,” the club manager told me. “I can’t say I’ve seen an A-list crowd addressed in such a manner. People advised me that you weren’t what I would expect and that you held the staff in higher regard than your guests. It would also explain the odd message to keep you away from the dishwasher. I can see that you would gladly get your hands dirty versus socialize with these snobs.”

Not all are snobs, but the A-list crowd here won’t know that.

Using my implant, I had myself highlight all of those I brought here with me tonight. It was only a simple green, yellow, and red system, but that was all I needed.

Hinata had a bit of a hard time with the crowd and made her way over to me. Her dress outclassed the paying guests at the party and showed that she was in excellent physical shape. She stayed on my arm as we went toward any of the kids showing yellow or red.

One of the girls from my class was dancing with a famous Japanese T.V. star in Tokyo. She showed green as I got near, with the guy having a hand on her butt and one playing with her firm tit. The girl’s highlight turned yellow when he slid his hand into the slit of her dress to rub her bare butt. After a few seconds, she didn’t seem to mind, and her warning color was back to green. That happened when he got his hand to where he held her bare tit and played with her nipple. She didn’t seem to mind when his other hand moved from her butt to play with her pussy. It was she who decided to go fishing for his cock.

I can’t say there is any truth about Asian men having small dicks. He isn’t going to be able to disprove it.

The girl did turn red when he moved to dance behind her, pulled her dress to the side, and went to see if he could get his dick inside her pussy, or maybe her ass. She tried to pull away, but he held onto her hips tightly.

Did you think she was reaching down to help you line things up? I hope you don’t have a girlfriend or wife that will demand to know how you got those scratches on your dick and balls.

He didn’t like that response. I moved over quickly to stop the punch to the back of her head.

“Sorry, but you aren’t going to rape or assault anybody in my club tonight,” I told him as I caught his arm to put it back beside him. “This woman didn’t want to have you screw her. I suggest you find another person more receptive to having sex with you.”

He walked off, but I knew he was an arrogant rich prick that wouldn’t let it drop.

“Watch out. That guy’s got a knife,” someone in the crowd screamed.

The dick was coming right at me to stab me in the back. He didn’t seem to know how he ended up on the floor.

I shrugged, pointed to security, and then the guy before I said, “If you are going to try to stab someone in the back, make sure you don’t do it around a woman that makes swords. For that matter, it is probably not smart to attack a martial arts grandmaster.”

“You don’t know who you just fucked with. You won’t leave this club alive,” the asshole screamed.

Do I need to get a sign to hold up to save people the breath to say that to me?

With the music stopped, it was easy for people to hear me tell him, “I don’t care who you are or about your empty threats. Why don’t you ask your babysitters who I am? I’m positive that they know.”

Yuki’s mom walked in right then, came over to me, pulled me into a hug, kissed me on the lips, and asked if she could buy me a drink.