New Horizons Pt. 01

New Horizons

A. J. Roye

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Fantasy... noun... The faculty or activity of imaging things, especially things that are impossible or improbable.

Chapter 1

I was drunk.

Drunk with love.

The love, which I held in my arms. Our daughter.

Her sleeping eyes. Her pink skin. Her chubby, newborn cheeks. Pursed lips. Wrapped in a small blanket, and within my loving and caring arms.

I looked up and across the few feet to the bed, where my beautiful wife lay. Her happy, gorgeous smile to me. I could literally see her love for me... surrounding her like a halo.

Beside me, in the large chair where I sit, my son sits to my right. His little hand caressing the blanket covering the legs of his new sister. I could see the wonder in his eyes. And... I wonder... what thoughts are appearing in his tiny thoughts.

"Daddy... May I hold Marie?"

Ah... the sweet voice of my oldest child. I briefly closed my eyes to enjoy her voice. Her words, repeating in my mind. A joy in my life.

"You may, Sarah. And... afterward, allow your sisters and brothers a chance."

Sarah stepped in front of me... bending at the waist and carefully taking her newest sister into her arms. Carefully walking to the other chair in the room and sitting. Her sisters and brothers... following her as though on an invisible leash. The wonder and awe on each of their little faces... welcoming Marie into our family.

I sat next to my wife, while she reclined in her maternity ward bed. Barely an hour since she delivered Marie into the world, she actually looks fantastic. I suppose a mother does, having delivered seven children, plus Marie. A short labor, and just a few pushes, the doctor responded...

"That was impressive."

Rachel is impressive. In all things. Ever since I met her. One of the most well-organized individuals I know. One of the most loving individuals, I know. A fantastic lover. Rachel loves me and all her children.

Impressive.

And... when it comes to organization and leadership, our Sarah takes after her mother. Shepard of her sisters and brothers. Helping with their homework. Reading stories to the small ones. Never a harsh word from her lips toward her siblings. Passing on her skills to her younger siblings. Our home is always in order, thanks to Sarah, and the older children. And...

Brilliant.

Scholastically. Perfect scores in all her studies. Yet... common sense beyond her 12 years.

Over the years, I often wondered... Along with my Rachel... what would happen when our children...

When they became older.

And became independent.

How Rachel and I would address the fact...

Sarah. Michael. James. Rose. Anna. Julie. John... And, Marie...

When...

If...

They find out...

About me.

Chapter 2

It was fuckin' hot in the Gulf.

While on the air-conditioned helicopter, I was grateful to get off that oil rig. Two weeks off and then return to the rig.

The offshore oil rig where I'd been working, since the day after I turned 18.

I had a plan.

Having grown up in an upper middle-class family in The Woodlands, Texas, I was determined, I would make something of myself. Without the help of my parents. My father, the model for my own independent success.

My father... born in a small town in East Texas, worked his ass off in the lumbermill to fund his college education. After graduating from Texas Tech University with degrees in petroleum and mechanical engineering, he soon became an expert in oil exploration and production with a major oil company in Houston.

After 12 years, he left the company to found his own oil and gas consulting business. Traveling the world... advising and directing where to find the oil, and how best to produce it... even working on oil rigs, training workers, and engineers...

On five continents.

Needless to say, my father is world famous for his skills and knowledge. My father, traveling less now... ambitious and bright engineers seek my father out... to work for him. Only the brightest work for him. The others, apply for internships. Which are few.

When I told my father of my plans...

"I suppose I'm not surprised, Steve. You've been the most independent of your brothers. But... I will say... your mother is gonna be pissed, when she finds out you landed a job on an offshore oil rig. And none too happy either, about offshore of Louisiana."

Having a crew change on the oil platform, the helicopter landed at the heliport. As I entered the terminal, a well-dressed man stood and looked right at me. As though he knew me. And, I had never seen him before in my life.

An older man, about my father's age, again... well-dressed in a business suit. Gray hair, blue eyes. A confident and welcoming smile. It crossed my mind how hot and humid it was in Morgan City, Louisiana, and the man was in a business suit. He had to be roasting in his clothes.

As I progressed through the terminal, carrying my duffle bag, the man began walking toward me. Still with his smile. I was racking my brain for any notion of me knowing who this man was. Just a few feet apart...

"Mr. Powers," he began, as I stopped just a few feet away. Immediately... a strong Texas accent. "My name is Jason Wilkes. May I have a few words with you, Sir? I'm here to see you about the prospect of employment."

Mr. Powers?

I suddenly realized I had never been addressed by... "Mr. Powers."

"Well, Mr. Wilkes. I've got a pretty damn good job, now."

"I certainly agree, Sir. $97,000 a year isn't too bad for a 20 year old."

I furled my brow in confusion. How in the hell...

"How do you know that? How do you know I make that kind of money? And... how do you know me? Because, I have no idea why you're here?"

"I'll explain, Mr. Powers," he began. Gesturing to his left... "I have reserved a small conference room, here in the terminal. I'll tell you why I'm here to see you and why the company I represent, is interested in you. I will only take, say... twenty minutes of your time. And afterward, if you're interested, we can discuss your future."

I don't know why, but the guy was persuasive. He came across with confidence, yet an air of... I don't know... Trust?

"OK. But first. Does this job have anything to do with illegal activity? Because, I'm not interested, if it does."

"Absolutely not. The company I represent is completely legal, in all aspects. Again, if you don't mind." He gestured to the end of the terminal.

"OK. Twenty minutes."

As I took my seat at the small conference table...

"Mr. Powers. You have come to the attention of the company I represent. In the next twenty minutes, I'm gonna reveal some information we know about you, and why we are interested in you, in particular. However, some things I will not reveal, at this time, because my client has a very private client base. In order to know more about my client, you will have to commit to coming with me to Houston... after this meeting. To meet the owner."

"OK," I replied. Still tentative in this whole thing. But, he's still got that tone of trust. "I'm really liking the... 'Mr. Powers' thing. But, let's be a little more relaxed about this. Call me, Steve... please. You look about my father's age, so I will still call you, 'Mr. Wilkes.'"

"OK," he replied, with a smile. "First.... you're young and smart. And, in great physical shape." I took note, he had no briefcase, or reference documents. "You were valedictorian of your high school class... 4.0 GPA. You scored a perfect score on the SAT, at age 16. You were an all-state baseball player in high school... three years straight... and led the state in many offensive categories... all three years. You finished high school, one semester early, and went right to work for Louisiana Offshore Services. Your father is a world renowned petroleum engineer. He, also scored a perfect score on the SAT... at 16. Valedictorian. 4.0 GPA. And, finished high school early, and worked in a lumbermill, until enrolling at Texas Tech."

I furled my brow... "How do you know all of this? About me and my father?"

"In the same way law enforcement can investigate, my client has similar means. My client has sources all over the United States, Europe, and Canada. Seeking out potential employees for the sensitive and very private services she provides."

She?... His client is a woman.

"And... your client... she... has an interest in me, because I had a successful high school career? And, because my father has a successful career?"

"That's just the tip of the iceberg, Steve," he replied. He sat back in his chair. "I don't have all the particulars, regarding you, but... I do know. My client wouldn't have sent me here, if she didn't have a great deal of confidence in your potential. She's willing to invest a sizable sum, to determine your value to the firm she runs. Mind, she is very discreet... whom she chooses to work for her. And... I want to add. There is no promise of employment, as a result of this meeting. Only, an offer to you, Mr. Powers... To explore your potential as an employee." He paused... for a microsecond. "My job is to offer you a visit, and interview, with my client. One day. In Houston. Tomorrow. If... at the end of the day, tomorrow... you, or my client, don't feel the opportunity is right, you will be handsomely compensated for your inconvenience, and sent back to Morgan City. And, in addition... I am authorized to offer you $500 cash to come with me to Houston. Right now. I have a private jet just next door to the heliport. Ready to take you to Houston. An overnight stay at the Houston Intercontinental Hotel... all expenses paid. A driver will pick you up for the interview."

I must be stupid. I'm 20 damn years old. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined an offer like this.

"Potential" employment. No mention of the job type. Private. Sensitive. Discreet.

I stood and walked across the room. Peering out the window to see a Cessna take off. I turned to face Mr. Wilkes... while still standing. He, still seated and looking at me with his confident smile.

"No mention of salary potential, Mr. Wilkes. I'm not interested in taking your money, if there isn't any salary potential as an incentive. You see..."

"You're setting aside money to attend the University of Houston." He gave me a cocky, and sly grin.

"Fuck," I slurred. "I have half a mind to accept the offer, just so I can find out how you knew that."

Mr. Wilkes stood from his chair and faced me... "Steve... If my client accepts you as an employee..." He paused. He smiled. "You could make four times your current wages."

I felt my jaw drop and my mouth gape. I swallowed. Hard.

"Did I hear you correctly? Four times what I'm making now?"

"At least. There could be potential for more."

I felt doubt enter my rational brain...

"It's legal?"

"Absolutely."

*****

The next day, I found myself in an office building.

In all places... The Woodlands. My hometown. My parents live just 4 miles from this building.

In a conference room, a woman... Much older than myself walks in...

"Good morning, Mr. Powers," she began. I noticed graying in her dark, curly hair. "My name is Shirlene Irwin. Paralegal. Before anything begins... Legal.... Confidentiality and Non-Disclosure agreements."

"I'm not signing jack crap until my lawyer has a chance to read the documents," I snapped.

Calmly, Ms. Irwin reached toward a phone. Pushed the base toward my area of the table, and...

"Mr. Orowitz is on line two. Waiting to discuss the agreements with you."

"My dad's attorney? What the hell?"

I picked up the handset, pushed line two, and...

"Steve! How you doing, son?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Orowitz. I think. I got myself into..."

"A little over your head. Yeah?"

"Maybe. Seems these people are interested in me. For reasons I don't know yet. I'm told, I will be told."

"Don't worry, Steve. I've read the agreements. They're standard confidentiality and NDA's. Whatever it is they want to discuss with you, if you sign the agreements, you'll be civilly bound by the terms. Monetary damages can occur, if you don't abide by the agreements. The terms... not to discuss the business, or its practices, with anyone, outside of New Horizons, Inc." He paused. I heard him take a breath. "Steve... I called around. There's very little known about this company. The first I heard of them, was yesterday."

"OK."

"Steve... After signing the agreements... If for any reason, you aren't comfortable with their business, and their practices... Tell them you're not interested... get up, and leave. After leaving, you will still be bound to the agreements... forever."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Orowitz then offered, he had played golf with my father, just this past Saturday at the club. And, that my mother is as pretty as ever. Which is true. My mother is a hot mom. After hanging up...

I signed the documents.

I was led from the conference room to a waiting area. Where... I could see down a long hallway. I took note... not many employees in the hallway. In fact, I didn't see a single one. Three minutes later...

A woman.

Approaching from the far end of the hallway. As she drew near...

An oriental woman. Wearing a gray sheath dress, hemmed above the knee. Very short sleeves. Stiletto heels so high, they almost classify as a multi-story building. As she drew nearer... my thought was... she's really not that tall if she lost the heels.

Tiny. Petite. Her walk... confidence. Then...

Her smile. Happy. Confident. Her super dark eyes looking right at me. Sexy eyes.

I stood. Offering a smile. But, tentative.

"Mr. Powers. Thank you for coming to see me this morning. My name is Lauren Nguyen."

An absolutely, drop dead, gorgeous Vietnamese-American. With a fuckin' Texas accent! I knew... Texas has a large Vietnamese community within the state... particularly along the Gulf Coast.

Black eyes. Feminine, perfect skin. Her dress exposing her neck and half of her shoulders... Sexy. Her coal black hair in a messy, and very sexy pony tail. Strains of hair caressing her neck, back, and shoulders. And... barely any tits to mention, behind her dress. Fuckin', super-hot woman. A petite woman.

I felt my dick twitch.

I took her petite hand in greeting. Soft. Gentle. A brief handshake.

"Of course. Honestly, Ma'am. I'm... I don't understand all the secrecy. I mean. I'm still trying to wrap this whole thing around my head. Are you sure you have the right... 'Steve Powers?'"

"I am certain. Let's talk in my office... OK?"

Her voice... Petite. A high pitch. Crystal clear words. Texan words. Confidence.

I take a step... beside and slightly behind her, as she leads the way down the hallway. I felt underdressed, as I peered into the all glass-walled offices. I did have a chance to get my best jeans, boots, and shirt before leaving Morgan City.              

Ms. Nguyen offered small talk about my travel. The private jet. The hotel where I stayed. And, the ride from the hotel. She has a sexy, petite voice. Cute Texas accent. Damn.

We sat down at a small conference table in her huge ass corner office. Glass walls overlooking the pines and hardwoods of The Woodlands. Through the thick humidity and air pollution, I could see the skyline of downtown Houston... Barely... see the skyline of downtown Houston.

After Ms. Nguyen poured a cold glass of water, for both of us... she sat next to me. If she were any nearer, I would be worried... She might get too cozy.

"Steve. May I call you, 'Steve?'"

"Sure."

She paused. Eyeing me like she was going to attack and fuck me. Damn sexy coal black eyes, behind fabulous facial features.

Exotic looks...

My highest scale, when describing the beauty of a woman. Her petite stature was turning me on. Her partially exposed shoulders... sexy. Yeah... she's exotic.

The pause became... awkward. I was about to break the silence...

"Let me explain, why I asked you here. One... you're smart, bright, and ambitious. A key quality in my selection of potential employees. Two..."

She gave me a sly grin.

"You have insanely hot looks. And that black, wavy, sometimes curly, and long hair is driving me insane." I heard her gasp.

"Thank you."

"My staff... have seen photographs of you. The long hair is... so you. And, makes you so hot. The comments that stand out, from the staff... Hair like Timothée Chalamet. And... A popular Youtube lawyer. Here's a photograph of both."

I blinked. Twice.

"Photographs? Of me?" I briefly looked at both photographs she offered of the two people she mentioned. My hair is thick. It is long, curly, and wavy. Some natural curls. Like Chalamet's. And, the good looking lawyer. Although, his hair is straighter, and slicked back to his shoulders. She didn't mention his name.

"Sweetie," she began. "I can't tell you how I got the photographs of you, and... I can't tell you how I obtained all the information I have about you. It's business confidential. And... I'm sorry I called you, 'Sweetie.' It just... slipped out, Steve. I'm tellin' ya... you're hot."

"OK... so I'm hot," I snapped... Perhaps, a little too hard. My annoyed tone... "What's the deal, here? This is not how I expected a conversation, about a potential job, would begin. I know I sound annoyed, but damn... I haven't a clue as to why I'm here. What I need, Ms. Nguyen, are answers. A description of your business. Something that will keep me from walking out of here in ten seconds."

"Hmm," she hummed, in her throat. A slight smirk in her lips. "A temper. Just as I suspected."

I bit my tongue, at her remark. But, I did hiss in anger... in my thoughts.

"Steve," she continued. "I'm in the business of providing fertility services to couples who cannot have children on their own. The services I provide, are... not medically routine, or medically common. You see..." She paused. Giving me a hard eye. I remained... interested.

"There are couples, for one, or more reasons, who do not want to go through the sterile, and perhaps, impersonable fertility medical procedures, of having children. Some, have moral issues with some of the fertility procedures, particularly with in vitro fertilization. They can't stomach the destruction of the excess, and viable zygotes, which are created during the procedure."

Ms. Nguyen leaned forward... slightly.

"Steve... I do not operate a sperm bank, nor do I operate a human egg bank. I offer... a means to have children, to infertile couples, through the more, traditional means."

Did I just hear that right?

"I recruit men, who have a high potential to father a child. I recruit women, who have a high potential to carry a baby to term. I not only recruit for potential to make babies, I recruit because of desirable characteristics which couples may choose. For example, physical characteristics, that may be similar to a couple. Hair and eye color. Race. Stature. Or, a high aptitude, such as yourself."

My brain was processing every word she spoke. Traditional. Father a child.

I nodded, and...

"OK, just a second. I heard, 'traditional means.' I also heard, 'father a child.' Two plus two equals four, here. Right?"

"Clever way to put it, but yes. I'm recruiting you to father children, Steve. With women, whose partner, for any number of reasons, cannot give them a child. Their partner may have... Sterility. Injury. Deformity. Many others. The couple choose another man to father the child, in the traditional way of fathering children. I offer a list of male employees to choose. The goal... the child, at least has the genetics of the woman. I have lesbian couples also, who desire to raise a family, who contract the services I offer. I also have single women clients, who want children."

I leaned back to briefly absorb what I just heard.

Fuck women to get them pregnant.

Wait... fuck "married" women, to get them pregnant. I admit. Never in my wildest dreams, did I imagine myself in this situation.

"OK," I offered, as I stood from my chair. I looked out across the deep green of the pines and hardwoods of the neighborhood. As I walked toward the floor to ceiling glass wall...

"Not something I expected when I came here." Looking out upon the landscape... beautiful, by the way. I sensed Ms. Nguyen approaching me from behind. Then, standing next to me.

"Your reaction, is typical, Steve. Full disclosure. Many prospects walk away, about right now. My percentage of a successful male recruit, is quite low. I've come to expect men to leave, after the first 20 minutes in my office. But, over the years, I also have come to expect, based on the information I've gathered about them, I can predict... about 60% of the time, which men leave, and which men stay."

I nodded as I continued to look out upon the piney woods. Then... it hit me... like a rock between the eyes. Calmly, I...

"Am I correct, in presuming, that if I'm hired on, I will have... a substantial number of children?"

"You can expect it. And, if you qualify as an employee, your employment agreement will require you to release all rights to the children you father. You may never know their names, parents, where they live... nothing."

"Shit," I whispered. I turned to face the insanely sexy woman by my side. "There's gotta be a limit to this. If I father too many children, there's the risk of two of the children... meeting, and getting married. Having children of their own, and not knowing they are brother and sister."

"Wow," she replied, as she arched her eyebrows. It was crystal clear... I took her by surprise. "That was quick. Damn, Steve. My past recruits, in most cases, have no idea that is a possibility. They don't know, that's a possibility, until I tell them later on in the process." She smiled and stepped back. Looking me up and down... twice. "I knew you were smart... and bright. However, I never expected you to address this with me, so early in the interview. And, yes... there is a limit. In most cases... Nearly every case. Male employees are released from my employment after one year. For the very reason you mentioned. On average, male employees can successfully father 14 children in a year. I had one employee, father 25 children."

"The fucker was busy," I quipped. I coaxed a laugh/giggle from my potential employer. "OK. You have me interested. The money. Mr. Wilkes indicated a range. I'm interested in the money, for two reasons. It will supplement my current savings for college. And, it will add to my savings for the future, once I begin my career in banking. So, the money. How much?"

"You'll be paid, by the 'encounter.' Each woman you meet... you'll be paid. Whether a successful pregnancy occurs, or not. $25,000 per encounter. Guaranteed."

I nodded... "This is legal? Because, it sounds a lot like prostitution."

"Very legal. I am providing a service for the purpose of a pregnancy. Not for the purpose of enjoyment. And, should there be a dispute about the purpose, I document each encounter, to ensure the woman is ovulating, and no contraceptives are involved. I have a contract with the client, and with you. To guarantee the encounter is for the purpose of a pregnancy."

"OK. One year commitment? Let's talk particulars. Afterward, I'll let you know if I want to continue."

*****

Lying in my bunk, in the crew quarters on the oil drilling platform, I recounted those few days in Texas...

On that first day, I asked why me? What was so special about me? Ms. Nguyen wouldn't tell me how she found me.

"You had all the qualities I seek in a male employee. Good looks. Height. Weight. Body build. Don't drink. Don't smoke. No outward signs of drug use. Insanely smart. What sealed the deal, for me to contact you, was... your roommate."

"What?" I croaked. "My roommate? You contacted Nicole?"

"I did. Clandestinely, of course," she offered, with a smug tone. "I sent an associate to Morgan City. The report I received... Maggie, my associate... struck up a casual conversation with Nicole Prudhomme... your roommate. After a few drinks..."

Ms. Nguyen picked up a folder. Flipped a few pages. And...

"At the Rajun Cajun Grill and Bar. Where Nicole was out with a few friends. Anyway, the report indicates Nicole had some very interesting information about you."

"How interesting?" I groaned. Somehow... I knew what was coming. I know Nicole too well.

"Well... says here... quote... 'I've never been fucked so good by anyone, before I met Steve.' And... 'He has this insanely thick cock. When he's inside me, he stretches me. In a good way. So good, I lose my mind.'"

"Fuck," I snarled. "Are you tellin' me, she actually said that?"

"And more," Ms. Nguyen giggled, as she continued to read... "'Before Steve, I never had an orgasm while being fucked. I needed my fingers, or a pocket vibrator on my clit, to cum. With Steve, his dick hits all the right places, and I'm cumming three, four, five times within ten minutes. No fingers. No vibrator. Just fuckin' me with his fat dick. Right through my orgasms, too. It's insane. I literally lose my mind when he fucks me. One time, he pulled nine orgasms out of me. An hour later, I was still horny and he fucked three more orgasms out of me. Six-one, 200 pounds. Ripped body from his work, running three miles, and the gym. Those dark eyes and sexy, thick, wavy black hair. Some curls, too. Dammit. He comes back from his three weeks on the rig, and I jump his bones, he's so hot.'"

Ms. Nguyen set the folder down, tilted her head, and side eyed me...

"Impressive. That had to be the hottest report I've ever received. I think I'm jealous of Nicole."

"She is hot," I groaned. "1,000% beautiful. But, she's too... unpredictable for my taste. You never know what she's gonna do, or say."

"Maggie's report indicates the same. Too fun loving. Risky behaviors. Unpredictable. And, just so you know, Maggie had a go at Nicole. I have the report right here." She tapped the folder with two fingers. "I'm saving the report for later. For my enjoyment. She agrees with you, Steve. Nicole is hot... and sexy... and... a fantastic lover."

Two days later in The Woodlands...

Successful medical testing passed. Two days later.... then... psychological testing. After passing psych, then...

Photographs. And videos. Of me. Clothed and bare chested. And... a few totally nude. I didn't get a chance to see the photos, but I presumed, based on the photographer's instructions, there were head shots and body shots. To go into a portfolio for the clients? I presume. There was even a photo of me with a full hard on. Then...

Performance testing. Days later, of course.

Yeah. I didn't expect the performance testing. But, it was welcome.

I'm pretty sure I passed the performance test. I couldn't help it.

One...

I had a lot of practice with Nicole. My roommate. She seemed to like what I had to offer. Considering, she always met me at the door of our rental home, when I came back from 21 days of work. Dragging my ass into her bedroom. After I fucked her silly, many times she wanted more, a couple of hours later. During my days off, she and I would go at each other, about every three, to four days. A lot a practice. For, which I was grateful.

Nicole is a good fuck. But, she's got issues. Impulsive issues, that someday, is gonna get her ass in trouble. I told her so. And... I told her that we could never be a couple, because of it.

Two...

What man wouldn't perform when forced into a bedroom with a hot, five-five, 100 pound, brunette, with exotic looks and great tits.

I was a little tentative when I was told the encounter would be video recorded, from multiple angles, and evaluated. I was assured, the videos would be sealed, encrypted, and archived. Never to be released, without my permission.

It all started, with me stepping through the front door of a nearby home around the corner from the office building. Rounding a corner to the living room... and finding a woman on the other side. Wearing a super-hot, tiny bikini. Her slender arms and legs, combined with her deep purple bikini...

Damn.

She crossed the room wearing purple heels... her hips swaying and arms swinging. Definitely fuckable. As she neared, her slutty dark eyes were piercing. Thick, wide eyebrows, were exotic. Without a word, she stepped into my arms... her arms around my neck, and penetrated my lips with her tongue. Standing on her toes. Not an aggressive kiss... tinder. Soft. Sexy. I kissed her in return, and challenged her to a gentle kissing duel. After a few moments with the kiss, her arms tightened around my neck, she squeezed her tits into my chest, and pressed her pubis against my enlarging dick. Moments later, her breathing became ragged... her kiss, more forceful. Then...

"My name is Mikayla," she whimpered... Our noses just millimeters apart. "Ever since I was shown your photos, I've been looking forward to meeting you." She whimpered and closed her eyes... momentarily. "You're fuckin' hot. The photos are hot, but you're really hot... right now." She looked down and grabbed my hand, then looked me right in the eye... sexy, slutty eyes met mine.

"I think you're the hottest prospect Ms. Nguyen has ever recruited. She has hot men working for her. But... you're by far, the best looking man I've ever been with." She kissed me quickly. Then, ran her fingers through my long, combed-back, black, and kinda curly hair. She audibly hissed as her fingers combed my hair.

"Come on... let's get this started. I'm so horny, right now. And... your hair... Fuck... I'd kill to have your hair."

Well. I admit. Mikayla is hot, too. She turned and walked toward the bedroom. Her sexy ass wiggling with each step she took, inside her cheeky bikini bottoms. Her hips swaying back and forth. Her butt cheeks hopping up and down with each step. Her slender arms and shoulders, swinging... Her super black, curled hair swaying across her slender back. As I began to follow her...

"You received the performance sheet? Cunnilingus first?"

"I did," I replied. In the bedroom...

It didn't take long for Mikayla to toss her bikini to the side, and gestured with her head, for me to follow. I hissed in a whisper... "Fuckin' hot."

A gorgeous body. Tits proudly mounted on her chest. Light brown nipples. Gently wiggling for me to suck them. A tiny patch of well groomed black pussy fur. My dick was at full attention as I removed my t-shirt, boots, socks, and jeans.

I didn't have any underwear. I was advised... by Ms. Nguyen... to "let the boys go free." Because... body heat reduced the production of sperm. I was to wear no underwear and to wear loose pants or jeans. My nuts were not to be "trapped" against my body. Well, that's a first for me. Letting my nuts swing... to and fro, inside my jeans... Loose jeans, now.

As I stepped from my jeans and tossed them to the side...

"Oh, my gawd," Mikayla slurred, with widened eyes. Staring right at my stiff cock. I heard her hiss. "There's no doubt the medical staff got your measurements right with that cock."

I furled my brow in confusion. She saw it...

"Inches," she began. "Aroused... Your dude is 8.8 long, and 1.6 thick... Diameter."

"That's what I was told," I offered, as I took steps toward her. My swollen... "dude"... thrashing the air with each step. Dude... the first time I've heard that name, for a dick.

"I take it your job is to evaluate performance," I offered, as I took her into my arms.

Her lips near mine. Her tits against my hairy chest. My dick against her tummy...

"It is," she slurred. "Damn, I'm so fuckin' horny right now. You're some fully ripped specimen, Mark. And, yes... I am the evaluator. I'm also Ms. Nguyen's lover."

Well... in those two sentences, I was taken by surprise... twice.

Surprise One...

"Mark." I was told I would be given an alias, but I didn't expect it from Mikayla. I expected it from Ms. Nguyen. And, I now doubted that Mikayla, was her real name.

Surprise Two...

Ms. Nguyen likes the girls. Didn't see that coming.

Mikayla took my dick in her hand and pumped me. Slowly. Looking up from her five-five to my six-one. I could tell she was feeling the weight of my blood engorged dick.

"How would you rate your pussy lickin'?" she whispered, in a sexy, cute Texas accent. Her lips nearly touching mine. Her arm around my neck. Holding my dick in her hand. Her slutty eyes drilling mine.

"Can't say I'm an expert. I'd welcome some tips."

"Gonna need it, Mark. To get your client worked up and blood flowing to her vagina. She's gonna need her pussy to enlarge with blood, to take you inside her. Let's go."

She kissed me hard. Then, hopped into the bed. Lying on her back, her legs parted, knees bent, feet on the mattress. Ready for me to kiss her pussy.

As I lay on my belly, to face her pussy...

Dark pussy fur. Well-trimmed and sexy. Shaved or lasered, from her ass, to just above her pussy slit. The remainder above her pussy slit... wispy, fine soft curls... sexy.

Her pussy... definitely ready for sex. Swollen with blood. Her labia separated. Her little clit could be seen peeking from underneath her very swollen clitoral hood.

I slowly kissed her inner thigh. Slowly moving toward her pus...

"Get going, Lover," she snapped. "Get down to business. Didn't you hear, when I told you I was horny for you?"

I obliged.

I licked her wet slit from the bottom to the top. Taking her little nub into my lips and tonguing it. Circling it with my tongue. Her abrupt order...

"Pull soft suction on my little clit, Mark. Go easy, at first. This isn't a NASCAR race. You will never be the first to the finish line, in this job... Your clients will always finish first... OK?"

By now, she had my head in her hands. Gently sliding her pussy, up and down against my lips. Mikayla arched her neck and looked at me. I winked. She smiled a sexy smile. Then... her eyes rolled back into her head, as I sucked her little clit. I was doing something right. Her whisper...

"Rake your tongue, just below my clit. Stoke me, with your tongue... from there to across my clit, as you pull soft suction on me." Moments later... "Oh fuck, yeah," she slurred. My hands on her hips, she gently quivered on the last maneuver of my tongue.

Her pussy was emitting a mind-numbing aroma. I could feel the odor attaching to neurons in my brain. I fought off the urge to become an animal. The beast within me.

A minute or two of eating pussy, Mikayla...

"You're gonna need some practice. If you're hired, I'm available during your down time, between clients." She pulled my head from her pussy. "Now. Let's see what you got downstairs. I read the report about your roommate. We'll see if it's true, what she said."

Mikayla pulled on my shoulders, to encourage me to kneel before her parted legs. Sexy, silky legs, by the way. She spit into her fingers, then fingered her pussy. She spit again and lathered my dick.

"I love uncircumcised cock, Mark. I absolutely love it. And yours... is beautiful." She hissed, as...

I took my dick in hand, put my other hand on the mattress, near her shoulders, and swiped the tip of my dick along her slickened pussy slit... several times. She responded. Swiveling her hips up and down to match my action. Then...

I placed the tip of my dick at her entrance. She stiffened beneath me, in anticipation. I leaned forward and simultaneously... thrust my cock forward... slowly. As my cock slipped through the velvety silk of her pussy, I fell forward into her arms, and...

"OhMyGod," she wheezed... Clamping her hand around the back of my neck, and her other arm around my back. My lips on the left side of her neck... below her ear. I kissed her... briefly. Her breasts in contact with my chest. I began slow, short thrusts and... Mikayla took two deep, wheezy breaths, then...

"Ho---ly Fuck," spewed from her lips.

Taking my time... slow thrusts into her pussy. To ensure she was well lubricated for me. Satisfied, I began slow, rhythmic thrusts... soon, becoming moderate thrusts. Mikayla...

Staccato and ragged... Whimpers. Wheezes. Mumbles. Into my left shoulder. Her grip on my back and neck... strengthened.

From her lips. A whimper... "So good." And, a wheeze... "Big." And, ragged words... "You're stretching me so good."

Within two minutes, she was screeching, into my shoulder...

"OhMyGod!... OhMyGod!... OhMyGodI'mCummingAlready!"

Mikayla stiffened beneath me like a board of lumber. Howling with each orgasmic contraction. Her legs straightened out and forced me right out of her pussy. I adjusted to my knees, grabbed her legs, and pushed them back toward her. Using my arms, I pressed her parted, and bent legs against the sides of my chest. My dick back in her pussy...

"Don't you push me out of your pussy again," I snapped. Mikayla replied with re-focusing her sexy eyes on me. Then, said eyes... rolled back and fell to the back of her skull, as I resumed fucking her. She also gave me a weak ass nod of affirmation. I re-established my moderate, rhythmic thrusts, into her pussy, and...

She screeched. She took her fingernails and drilled them into my upper chest. Squeezing her fingernails into my flesh. I felt adrenaline spill into my veins. Flooding my body with supernatural powers. The beast within me awoke.

As I fucked her, she howled. She wailed. She whimpered. She wheezed on her inhalations of oxygen.

She grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed the fuck out of them. Seconds later...

"I'm Cumming Again... Holy Fuck!"

And, she did.

Grabbing fistfulls of sheets beside her. She tried to stiffen on me again, but I had her legs pinned to my sides with my arms. I endured her orgasmic pussy pummeling my dick. Her pelvic strength so great, I had to stop thrusting.

Her orgasm complete, she arched her back, grabbed my neck and pulled me into an aggressive kiss. I began fucking her again... while we kissed.

"What the hell?" she whimpered, through our kiss. "Two orgasms, so fuckin' soon."

I answered her with my lips on her stiff, sexy left nipple. Gently biting it with my front teeth. Soft tittie flesh on my lips... perfection. A second nibble on her nipple...

"Oh Shit! Here comes another one! OhMyGod!"

Again... Mikayla tried to force me from her pussy by stiffening on me. I refused her attempt... forcibly pressing her bent legs against my sides. This time, I fucked her right through that orgasm. The result being...

Loud screeching... howling... and demands to fuck her harder. I agreed. She needed to be fucked harder.

For a minute, I did just that. Fuckin' her so hard, my legs and pubis spanked her legs and pubis. I know I pulled at least one orgasm out of her. But, I suspected I may have pulled two, or three, because they may have run together. Then...

Mikayla ordered me on my back, with a snap of her tongue, and hissed at me. Straddling me on her knees, she guided my dick into her pussy and fucked herself. Lifting and thrusting her pussy along the length of my dick. Her weight balance through her hands upon my upper chest. With no assistance from me, Mikayla gave herself two orgasms. Howling into my chest while she endured each one. I gave her sexy bottom a spank, after each orgasm.

Looking at me like a crazed woman... in ragged and strained breaths...

"Your turn, stud. Your fuckin' turn. Cum in me."

I flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs back toward her, placed my palms on the back of her thighs, used my waist and hips to guide my dick to her target, and...

Fucked her.

I had her pinned against the bed. Nearly folded in half. Her feet waggling in the air with each thrust. Her fingers strumming her little clit. Her titties... erotically wobbling on her feminine chest, with each thrust. Eyeballing her titties sent wave, after wave, of uncontrollable lust through my nerves. Knocking on the door of the beast within me.

I couldn't hold it back any longer!

My vision narrowed. Focusing on my lover's erotic tits. My thrusts became labored. My need... selfish. My eyes rolled back when the uncontrollable need crashed into my pelvis. I couldn't hold back any longer. My toes curled. It was useless.

"Oh fuck!" I roared. "So fuckin' good," I howled.

My cum erupted from my balls and raced through the sensitive nerves of my dick. Howls from my throat, as my pelvic muscles squirted my cum into the silky, and hot pussy of the one, and sexy, Mikayla...

I wish I knew her last name.

As the last of my cum left my body, I rolled to my left. Lying on my back beside her. I could sense she was heaving for oxygen as much as me. It took a minute before...

"You are amazing," I managed.

"A gross understatement," she managed to whimper. "You..." she emphasized, "Are amazing."

I heard her fingers fishing for my cum in her sloppy pussy. Then, slurps from her lips. "Practice on Nicole? This is what you give her?"

"Yeah. I suppose. It was awkward, at first. After I moved into the rental home. Before Nicole, there was no one. It's just been her."

"How long? With Nicole."

"About 18 months."

It was then, I noticed the overpowering odor of sex throughout the room. It was strong. Very strong. Mikayla rolled into my side, cuddled me, and began fingering and grooming the hair on my upper chest. Her whisper... as she arched her neck and looked me in the eye...

"There is no fuckin' way, Ms. Nguyen is gonna keep you off her roster. But... if you don't get on it, I want you on my roster." She began giggling.

I did too. To be on Mikayla's roster.

The next day, I was sent to Morgan City.

With instructions to keep clear of Nicole, and...

Await word from Ms. Nguyen.

Chapter 3

The satellite internet is slow.

On the offshore oil rig.

I had just finished supper and was walking toward my bunk, when I heard the alert sound off on my phone. The alert to the secure messaging service I was required to download and establish an account. Threema Messenger.

I entered my PIN and touched the unread message.

Steve... aka Mark... All the testing and evaluations have been completed. I would like to offer you a job. However, I need to advise you on some very strict policies I have, to protect yourself, the client, and my business. There could be some policies you may not like and are unwilling to accept. I have sent the policies to an encrypted e-mail server. The link of which will follow this message. I require you to read the policies carefully. Consider them carefully. And get back to me on your acceptance. If you agree to the policies, in full, and without reservation, I will then, offer you a job. Starting three weeks after your acceptance. I await your reply... Thank you... Lauren Nguyen.

I spent the next hour reviewing the documents. Most were about maintaining the privacy of myself, the clients, and the company. And, the consequences of failing to do so. Which were pretty strict. Possible lawsuits in the millions.

There were also, "lifestyle," requirements.

I would be provided a wardrobe. Clothes, specific to client tastes and expectations.

Etiquette training.

No swearing.

Fuck.

No smoking. No drinking. No drug use... prescription or otherwise. Full healthcare, 24/7. Meals specific to maintaining my body and mind. I would be assigned a nutritionist and meals prepared for me. Both at my permanent location and on the road.

Encounters with clients would only occur at New Horizon owned or leased properties, located across the United States. I would live at a company owned home, somewhere in the United States. Travel by private jet and chauffeured to the locations.

There is the possibility I would be matched with foreign clients. Canada, Great Britain, Australia, New Zealand, France, The Netherlands, Norway, Sweden. Encounters would occur in the United States and the clients would be fluent in English.

I was not allowed to have any sexual relations, except with clients. I would be monitored frequently, for STDs, alcohol, drugs, and tobacco.

Plus, many more requirements.

All of these requirements, for the goal of maintaining my ability to father children. To keep my sperm count high. As high as possible and to recover my sperm count quickly, after an encounter with a client.

After reading the documents, I clicked the electronic acceptance box and signed it electronically. I sent a reply message to Ms. Nguyen...

I accept all the terms and conditions. I look forward to your response. Mark.

It was creepy signing a message with my alias.

I rolled over and went to sleep. I had a 12 hour shift in the morning.

*****

I was enthusiastic.

Walking into Ms. Nguyen's office as a new employee. Wondering what the next year would bring. I was also looking forward to the money.

I regretted leaving Nicole. She was upset and I really didn't know what to say, or to do. I gave her two months rent, kissed her, and left. I had a lot of time to think while I drove my 16 year old Chevy Silverado to The Woodlands.

Ms. Nguyen welcomed me with a petite handshake, sat next to me, and...

"Mikayla is seriously thinking of leaving me for you," she giggled. She winked at me.

"I welcome the compliment. I think Mikayla is great."

"Just so you know. I'm not Mikayla's only lover. She as two others. Both men and not on the staff here. And, you're not allowed to fraternize with the staff until after your one year commitment is completed. You're here to make babies. And to keep your sperm counts up."

"I understand," I groaned. "I never expected discussing my sperm with an employer." Ms. Nguyen giggled.

"Just so you know, your sperm counts are astronomical. In the 99% percentile. I anticipate you will be successful with our clients. Just remember... no hot tubs or tight fitting clothes."

"Got it."

Over the next ten minutes, Ms. Nguyen spoke. And, I listened. Mostly the rules of the employment agreement. Then...

"You will receive $25,000 per client." Ms. Nguyen paused and looked at me seriously. "$25,000 is a lot of money, Mark. It means, the clients are paying me a lot of money, and you will be expected to meet their expectations. Socially and physically. My clients... your clients... are quite wealthy and the wealthy have a different standard of expectation than the middle class."

"OK. Will I get any help on that? I wouldn't want to be fired for something I didn't know about."

"Two weeks of extensive training and then, I'll put you on the roster."

Roster?

I blinked.

So... Mikayla wasn't teasing about the... "roster."

"I'm ready. When do I start?"

"One more thing, Mark. I haven't mentioned, until now. For a reason."

"OK," I replied. A curious tone in my voice.

"There are tips. The client is expected to offer you a tip... In cash."

I blinked. Twice. Ms. Nguyen giggled.

"I get 10% of your tips. And..." She side-eyed me. "I know how much you'll get, so..."

"Don't screw Ms. Nguyen... or else," I interrupted.

"OK," she chirped, with enthusiasm. "Let's get started."

*****

As soon as I arrived at the Johnson County Executive airport in Olathe, Kansas... a Kansas City suburb...

I was whisked away by a woman who introduced herself as a realtor and custodian of the house, where I would be living. After viewing the home, just a half mile from the airport, Millie...

"Here's my card. If anything needs attention, call me. No matter how trivial. Ms. Nguyen expects perfection for this property and I'm responsible. Anything you need, call me."

"Yes, Ma'am. My name is..."

"Mark. I know. I still haven't figured out, why the residents here don't have last names."

"Me either," I chuckled.

"A message from Ms. Nguyen. There's an iPad in the office and a message is waiting for you."

"Thank you, Millie."

A walk-in closet full of clothes and shoes. Drawers full of socks, t-shirts, lounge pants, and no underwear. Damn... Nguyen is a perfectionist, for sure.

One bedroom... a converted weight lifting and training area. A sticky note on the treadmill...

You have a personal trainer assigned to you. Each day. A nutritionis, and cook. Each day. Before each assignment, a wardrobe specialist will work with you, before leaving.

"Damn," I slurred, out loud. Again... out loud... "Fuckin'... I mean. I gotta stop swearing. Nearly 21 years old and I'm treated like a king."

I opened the iPad, clicked the message and an encrypted page appeared. I entered my login credentials. A note with an encrypted attachment...

Mark... My name is Joan and I'm your contact for New Horizons. Any requests go through me. I have sent to your Threema account, my contact. You can always reach me through messaging, or encrypted call with Threema. Any time of day... any day. You're first assignment, is in four days. The encrypted attachment on the iPad, can be opened with the credentials I sent you on Threema. The attachment is the dossier of your client. Memorize everything within 48 hours. Enjoy your trip to Montana.

Hmm. Joan. Direct... and to the point. I briefly imagined Joan to be, somewhat like my grandma.

OK. Get my ass...

Just get to work. It's gonna be hard to keep my cussing in check.

*****

Twenty miles from Bozeman.

A large, two story, rustic cabin. A stable... with three horses in the corral. I could hear the babbling of a stream... Not in sight, but behind some trees... not too far, I think.

I took a moment to breathe in the fresh mountain air. Then, I watched the Jeep Gladiator pull away and head back, in the direction I came. I noticed another cabin about 100 yards away. A smaller cabin. Pickup trucks parked in front.

Alpine meadows with native grasses. Cattle in the far distance.

Beautiful. And... I didn't swear!

I turned back to the cabin... And quickly saw the curtain, in a front window, fall back into place. Hmm. My client? Catching a peek?

As I walk toward the cabin...

Ms. Nguyen amazes me. I had no baggage. Clothes, and toiletries, would be supplied on this trip. I opened the door and stepped inside. I took off my sunglasses, and...

It took every ounce of my being to keep from saying... D***.

"Hello, Claire," I offered, to the blonde. Standing all the way on the other side of the great room. "My name is Mark."

"Hi, Mark," came the reply. A tentative reply?

Curled blonde hair, thick, caressing her chest from over her shoulder. Slender and tall. As tall as me, according to the dossier. Jeans. Wide belt. Plaid shirt, unbuttoned half way down, with a white shirt beneath. As I stepped forward, and toward her...

Claire bent at the waist, took a wine glass from a nearby table, and gulped the contents to empty. She set the glass down and smiled... a tentative smile?

I noticed a small fire in the fire place... Behind her and to her left. As I was trained...

My welcoming smile, as I drew near. I didn't know what to expect.

"I'm happy to be here, Claire. I'm honored you chose me. To be here... with you."

I was getting close and I saw her take a step back. I froze in place. She looked me up and down. Twice.

"Mark. My God. So much better than I expected."

"You're exactly what I expected. You're absolutely gorgeous, Claire."

"Really?"

She reach for a strand of hair.

"Really. And, I really want to take your hand. May I?"

She nodded and I continued closing the distance between us. The wooden floor clicking beneath my boots. Echoing from the tall walls of the room. I could sense she was tentative, as I took her hand.

As tall as me, we were eye to eye. Her blue-green eyes perfect for her pale, and sometimes rosy skin. I could see freckles across her nose, cheeks, and forehead.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Just nervous," she replied. "I... haven't been with anyone. You know. Since I got married."

"Let's sit down, Claire. I promise, I don't bite. And, how about another glass of wine? To take the edge off."

"OK. Thank you."

Before I could turn around, a young man was bringing a glass of wine. I wanted to swear, really bad. How did he know? We both watched him set the glass down. On the table in front of the couch, he took the empty glass and... He quickly left without a word.

"Thank you," I directed, to him.

"You're welcome, Sir," he replied, and he continued out of the room.

I already knew Claire was 25 years old. No children. I had no idea she had a husband, until she told me.

Together, near each other on the couch, I watched Claire take a healthy swig of her red wine. She licked her lips, set the glass on the table in front of us, turned in her seat to face me, and...

"Your profile said you're a good kisser." I saw her swallow hard. "I really want to kiss you, right now."

I leaned toward her... just inches away. I put my arm around her shoulders. Then...

I kissed her.

A soft, gentle, and brief kiss. Her lips tinged with wine. As my lips left hers, she opened her eyes, put a hand on my leg, and scooted a little closer.

"Another, please," she whispered. I could see her eyes relax.

I moved closer, took her chin in my hand, and kissed her lips. Seconds later, she tapped my lips with her tongue. I opened the door and let her in. We kissed gently. Softly. Exploring. Seconds later... her whisper...

"You are a good kisser," she whispered, just millimeters from my lips.

"And, so are you, Claire. I think your lips are sexy. I love the cute, little freckles you have."

"Oh, I've hated them all my life," she groaned.

"I like them. They give you a sexy character." I paused. "Still a little tentative? About all this?"

"The wine is working," she giggled. It was nice to see a smile on her.

"This place is beautiful. Don't you think?" I offered.

"It is. Very beautiful. It's the reason I chose this place."

"Come with me, Claire. Let's take a walk. A short one. Bring your glass, if you like."

Ten minutes later, I was holding her hand. Walking through a short grass meadow, with the sun to our back. She left her wine glass behind.

Small talk about her travel here. She always wanted to see the mountains, she said... having never seen them before. She asked where I was from, and Texas was all I was allowed to offer. Nothing more. I couldn't ask her where she was from.

"Texas," she whispered. "So, that's the accent." She looked toward the corral and the horses. "Do you ride horses there?"

"I have never ridden a horse. I grew up in the city. I'm told, we can ride the horses. The wrangler will come with us."

She tugged on my hand and stopped us both. She stepped in front of me and put her hand on my upper chest. Pressing her fingers against my muscles. I took her into my arms. Pulling her close.

"I think I'm ready," she whispered. "But..."

She looked into the direction of the sun... About to go behind the mountain.

"I want to kiss you, Mark. It's so beautiful here. And... it's perfect. Romantic."

I took my hand and gently turned her face to mine.

"It is perfect, Claire. I'm with you. In this very moment, I'm with you."

I kissed her.

Soft and gentle.

She put her arms around me, pressing her lips against mine. One hand on the back of my neck. Pulling me into her lips. Challenging me to a French kiss duel. Pressing her body against mine. In only moments, she was whimpering into my mouth. Her breathing, ragged. She broke our kiss...

"Yeah. I'm ready."

*****

I left Claire...

Well fucked in bed.

I know. Shouldn't cuss, but it is, what it is. Claire was well fucked.

Thanking Nicole, under my breath, for the fantastic training she gave me.

I grabbed a pair of lounge pants from the dresser, grabbed my watch, and slipped out of the room, bare-footed. I turned on a light in the great room. My watch... 9:30 pm. I headed to the kitchen. I was famished.

A young woman popped to attention, as I entered the kitchen. Setting her smartphone on the counter.

"Yes, Sir. Anything I can get for you, Sir?"

"Something to eat, please. I'm starving. And... what is your name?"

"Rose, Sir."

She spun on a toe, disappeared into another room, and soon returned with two trays.

"In the great room, please," I offered, as I turned to leave the kitchen.

I sat on the couch, grazing on cold fruit, raw vegetables, and thin sliced deli meats, with a variety of crackers.

D***, I miss a ribeye steak right now.

As I ate, my thoughts returned to the bedroom. Just a few feet away, where my sleeping lover lies.

Claire's suggestion. Dispense with the petting. Get right to the act.

"Just kissing you has me worked up. I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"Relax, Claire. Let's enjoy it. No pressures, and... No commitments."

We watched each other disrobe. I went first. As I slipped my loose fitting jeans over my feet, and tossed them to the side, my lover's eyes gazed at my flaccid dick. An awkwardly long time. Her eyes wide and a doubtful look on her face. Without a word, she began disrobing. Peeling her clothes off her shoulders, then her legs.

Nice tits. A little saggy, but still youthful. Pink nipples. Blond pussy fur, that doesn't seem to be well groomed. Bushy. She approached me and then I approached her. We met in the middle of the large bedroom. Before she reached me...

She waved both her hands in front of her... palms facing me... and toward me... saying...

"You're hot. God, you're hot."

Then, she touched my chest. Running her hands across my chest muscles and chest hair. I could see her breath becoming ragged, as she inspected me. Claire's fingers caressed my neck, then my hair. Interlacing her fingers within the thick strands. Then, she kissed me. Pressing her titties into my chest. I took her into my arms. Her fingers still in my hair, she pulled my head... pressing my lips against hers.

My dick began firming up and it touched her belly. She responded by pressing herself against me. I pulled her into myself... firmly. Slithering my tongue through her incisors... Tasting the wine she sipped, just moments ago. Then, I felt one of her hands release my hair, and quickly grab my dick. By now, still firming up. She took my shaft and wrapped her slender fingers around me. Moaning into my mouth.

"Fuck," she slurred. "I've never had such a big dick before."

"Slow at first," I slurred, past her lips.

"We'll see," she hissed.

It was then, the smell from her pussy hit my nose. The brain stimulating odor... very strong, of an ovulating woman. Maybe she was ready.

She grabbed me by my cock and led me toward the king size bed. It appears, my very tentative lover, just an hour ago, was really... a bold lover. Maybe the wine unleashed a tigress within her.

At the side of the bed, she sat on the mattress before me and took my dick into her mouth. Kissing me. Tonguing me. Slurping me. Using her hand to guide my dick to her lips. Her other hand, caressing my ass and keeping me close to her.

"It's so big," she wheezed, after taking my dick from her mouth. I saw her begin fingering her clit, as she pulled hard suction on me. Moments later, her aroma was thick in the room. The overpowering odor attached itself to my primal brain cells. I just wanted to fuck her. My senses became blurred, because of her. Her hard suction on my dick, was making my toes curl. The beast within me... living in my primal brain cells....

Stirred.

Then... she stood, took my shoulders in her hands, turned me toward the bed, and pushed on my chest. I fell backward onto the mattress. I quickly wiggled myself toward the tall headboard... pushed a pillow under my head... and watched the sexy tigress mount the bed, on her hands and knees. Moments later, she straddled my waist on her knees, guided my dick to her entrance, pressed herself downward, and...

She whimpered in staccato, as my dick met resistance, and stalled... partially inside her pussy. She wheezed from her lips. She lifted her hips and pushed downward again. My dick... A little further inside her, but stalled again. Claire lifted her hips a second time... pushing downward... This time... all the way down. As her pubis contacted mine... sitting on my lap... her pussy filled with dick... on her knees. Her hands on my upper chest to balance her weight. Catching her breath, in staccato... I saw her eyes roll back...

"Geezus, Mark. I don't know. Maybe I made a mistake, choosing you. You're so big." She was tight. Real tight. She had a firm, hot pussy grip on my cock.

"Relax, Baby. Just relax. Take your time." I could see doubt in her eyes. It was then, I felt her cum drooling onto my balls. So...

I thrust upward. Just a tiny bit. Just enough for her to feel me move inside her hot pussy. And, it was hot... literally. Then, I did it again. Each time, she wheezed...

"Oh, fuck."

After the fifth mini-thrust I offered, she leaned forward on her outstretched, and stiff arms... her hands on my chest. She lifted her hips up... then down. Then, repeated the cycle. I could feel the resistance inside her pussy, melting away quickly. And simultaneously, her up and down thrusts became a little faster. My dick slipped through her silky folds... effortlessly. Her ragged breathing, becoming urgent. With each downward thrust, she gargled...

"Fuck... Oh, fuck."

Her eyes rolled back and re-appearing... twice... I could see she was losing control.

Still fucking me... It wasn't a minute before...

"I think I'm gonna cum." Ragged breathing... as her thrust slowed... Then... "I think I'm gonna cum." More ragged breathing... Then... "Oh yeah, Baby." Ragged breathing into a crescendo... ending in a squeak. Then...

"YES! YES! YES!" Claire nearly screamed that last word.

She seized on top of me. Quivering and shaking uncontrollably. Fully impaled with my dick. Her titties quivering on her chest. Ragged mumbles from her lips. Her eyes rolling back into her head and falling down her spine. Her cumming and hot pussy... beating my dick nearly to death. I sensed her orgasm was nearly over...

"Yes, is right, Claire. You did it, Baby. You did it for yourself."

"Ho---ly Fuck" she wheezed, as her orgasm subsided. "You're so deep inside me, right now. Really, really deep."

I answered her by wrapping her into my arms and rolling to the left. She squeaked with delight, on her journey to her back. On my knees, between her parted legs, I pointed my dick at her furry pussy... leaned forward and landed with my hands on the mattress beside her. My dick slithered the full length of her pussy, as I leaned forward and hovered above my lover. Her bent legs against my stiff arms.

I paused to let her adjust. I could see her eyes making an attempt to disappear into her skull. Three attempts, I witnessed. Her titties flattened against her chest. Her pink nipples... taut and firm. I leaned over, took a nipple into my lips, and nibbled the little nub.

"Ooooh...... fuck," she wheezed. Her grips above my wrists... firm.

I leaned over some more and she took me into her arms. On my elbows, now... My lips on the right side of her neck. Her arm around my shoulders... the other around my back. I lifted my hips to begin slow, rhythmic thrusts. She squeezed me on the second thrust and gurgled a syllable in her throat. Several thrusts of my dick...

"Oh, my gawd," she whimpered. "It feels so good," she croaked.

It wasn't long before Claire came in my arms. Squeezing me with her arms. Whimpering squeaks into a loud crescendo. Her legs shaking. I pushed through the orgasmic resistance against my thrusts. Continuing to fuck her through her orgasm.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Desperate, loud, almost painful sounding wail.

Continuing to fuck Claire, I could no longer determine if she was having multiple orgasms, or a very, very long one.

Squeezing me with her arms as I fucked her. Moments later... She let it slip, though. She cried out... desperately...

"Keep fuckin' me, David. Don't stop, Baby. It feels soooo... good." She whimpered her last three words.

David.

I didn't expect that. I suppose I should've, considering she's only been with David for years.

Her orgasm complete, I ramped up the rhythm. Fuckin' Claire a little faster and with more length of my dick. And boy... did she ever respond.

Grabbing the sides of my head... forcing my lips against hers... kissing me like she couldn't get enough. Seconds later...

"HOLY SHIT!" she screeched, into my mouth. "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! OHMYGOD!" She loudly drew out her last word... Quite long.

Claire quaked violently beneath me. Staccato howls... Loud ones. The mattress protested... loudly. I pushed through her orgasm and continued fucking her out. That was my goal.

I stopped screwing her, grabbed her hands, and pushed her arms above her head. Pinning her hands behind her head. My torso in direct contact with hers. Then, I began slowly screwing her again. Quickly re-establishing my moderate, rhythmic thrusts. As I fucked her...

I was hovering above Claire... just a few inches, while I held her arms outstretched above her head. I could see her eyes. If I didn't know any better, her eyes, looking right at me... looked as though she was horrified. So, I'm gonna go with... unbelievable surprise, and shock.

She arched her neck at me in an attempt to kiss me. Failing to do so. Whimpering and wailing as I fucked her in this outstretched position. Then...

"Can you fuck me harder?" A request Claire offered in a whiny whimper.

I replied with stepping on the gas with my thrusts. As I fucked her, I released her hands. Putting one hand on her shoulder and the other behind her neck. Holding her in place, as my thrusts became violent. Her fists clamped onto my forearms. Her fingernails drilling into my flesh. Her titties heaving with each impact of my pubis against hers. Her eyes appearing, and disappearing into her skull, as my dick raced through her pussy...

By now, sweat from my face was dripping from my nose, and chin. The drips landing on my lover's titties and chest. My sweat-soaked hair, fell from behind my ears and dangled in front of my face. My thrusts into Claire's pussy... causing my hair to violently sway before my eyes.

I pulled another orgasm out of Claire. She was screeching loudly through her orgasm, as I continued fucking her tight, convulsing pussy. Claire... Squeezing my arms so much, it was beginning to hurt. She managed to say...

"I love your dick." It was a strangled comment.

There was no way I could maintain this violent thrusting. It just wasn't possible. Because...

My primal brain had enough. The beast was angry. Protesting my will to suppress the animal inside me. Through the tiny crack of my will, my primal brain released signals to my pelvis. Those signals caused me to submit... totally and absolutely... to my primal urges. The beast was released.

My balls contracted. My perineum flinched. My eyes became unfocused. My corona submitted to my lover's tight pussy. I shook my head in protest, as...

"GOOD GAWD!" I roared.

My mind went blank.

My only sensation... my cum leaving my body, with exquisite pleasure, as a reward. For the next 10 to 15 seconds, I couldn't recollect any details of my experience with Claire.

I found myself lying on Claire. My full body weight. My chest heaving. Her titties flattened against my chest. My face planted into the pillow beside Claire's head. Her hand gently caressing the back of my head. Her fingers full of my thick, long, and sweaty curls. It felt...

Great.

Then... my thoughts were interrupted...

"My legs are still wobbly, Mark," Claire offered, as she snapped me out of a fantastic recollection.

I looked up... she was rapidly approaching from the bedroom. Wearing a short, silky, coverup... tied loosely at her waist. Her tits wobbling aggressively beneath the shiny cloth. I briefly feared, one of her girls would escape through the deep "V" in the front. Her long, slender legs in the short coverup... really hot.

Her fantastic smile. Her recently brushed hair, over her shoulder, and caressing her cloth covered tits. I stood, and...

She stepped into my arms with a fantastic kiss.

"Oh gawd, Mark," she whispered, after breaking our kiss. "I never imagined... us being together, would be like this."

I could tell she was going to continue, but Rose, the young woman from the kitchen interrupted. Asking Claire if she needed anything.

"Yes, dear. A club soda with a little ice and a lemon twist, please."

"Right away, Ma'am."

Then Claire looked at the food...

"Mmm, I'm starving."

*****

Considering, I was a baby maker... My stay in Montana wasn't solely restricted to the master bedroom.

The next morning, after breakfast, I asked Charles, the young man from the kitchen, if there was any fishing gear available. To spend a little time for the cutthroat trout, I'd heard so much about.

"Yes, Sir. Mr. Yellowknife... The caretaker of the property. He can accommodate that. I'll call him and tell him to come over to see you."

Less than an hour later, Claire and I were on the stream. About 70 yards from the main cabin. It's was great watching Mr. Yellowknife helping Claire, bait the tiny hook. It was even better when he pointed her to an area to fish and she landed a nice cutthroat trout in less than a minute.

"I've never caught a fish before!" she chirped. I took a picture of her catch... with her phone. It was wonderful to see her so relaxed.

I was having equally good luck with my casting. Then...

About 40 minutes later...

I had just released my latest cutthroat back into the stream. I stood and looked upstream. To where my lover and Mr. Yellowknife were fishing. Then, I took a deep breath to fill the fresh, thin air in my lungs.

I turned to my left. To view the mountains. But... I saw something, other than the mountains. And... I'm glad I did.

Instantly, my heart began beating against the front of my chest. I looked toward the pickup truck. About 40 yards away. Claire and Mr. Yellowknife... at least 70 yards further upstream from the pickup truck. I feared calling out to them would be a bad thing to do.

I looked back to my left.

Damn... Forget the fuckin' rules.

About 150 yards away... and... drawing nearer by the second...

A grizzly bear. And two cubs. The cubs quite large on my reckoning. The huge hump at the shoulders of the larger bear... no doubt, a grizzly.

I carefully lay my fishing rod on the ground and made a quick, fast walk toward Claire. About 50 yards from Claire, Mr. Yellowknife saw me. I stopped and pointed in the direction of the bears. He looked. Then, he nodded to me. I saw him speaking with Claire. She lay the rod on the ground, but appeared normal. Then, he and Claire began walking... quickly toward the pickup truck. He was leading her by her arm.

I got to the truck, first. Both doors of the truck, I opened, right when they arrived. Just as Claire arrived at the truck...

The bears appeared from behind some shrubs. About 25 yards in front of the truck. I grabbed Claire's arm, right when she saw the bears. Her gasp... loud. I physically pushed her inside the truck and fell into the seat beside her. Yellowknife sat behind the steering wheel and closed the door.

"They've come for breakfast," he calmly offered, as he watched the bear family. "She is still teaching the little ones to fish. I think we'll let them have the creek."

Claire and I laughed. Claire... quick thinking, captured her phone before leaving the creek. With her phone, she took a video of the bear family. When the mama bear entered the water, Yellowknife started the engine and turned the truck in the direction of the bears... allowing Claire to take videos of mama bear fishing through the front windshield.

Yellowknife went on to tell us, that this mama grizzly had been coming to the creek for years. Each year, bringing cubs with her. And before that, her mama brought her.

"I've been here for 43 years," he offered. "I've seen many generations of bears come to this very spot. Some other bears come, too. But if she comes, she drives them off."

For twenty minutes, the three of us, sat in the single seat cab of the truck. Watching mama fish and bring her catch to the little bears. One of the little bears, then got into the water with its mama. After several unsuccessful attempts, the little bear finally caught a fish. Thrilling Claire as she captured the moment on her phone.

"That is so sweet," she chirped.

"It was sweet, that we caught sight of her before she caught sight of us," I croaked.

After lunch... after a shower with Claire... which was hot, by the way. Not the water, but a shower-soaked Claire. Her thick blonde hair, balled up on top of her head and pinned... and her sexy body covered in soap. Kissing in the shower. Then...

We had another go at one another.

Starting with a little cunnilingus. I had her going good within five minutes. Squeezing her nipples with my thumb and finger, as my tongue gently dueled with her little clit. Pulling gentle suction with my lips on the sensitive nub.

Not wanting an orgasm with pussy licking, I rose to my knees. Before I could put my dick inside her, she flipped over onto her hands and knees. Backed up to my pubis, reached between her legs, and brought my dick into her pussy. Pushing herself backward... there was resistance. She made another attempt, and...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wheezed, as her ass bumped up against my pubis. "Big."

On my knees, I watched Claire fuck herself with my dick. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. The mattress audibly protesting her movements. Her pussy lips gripping my thick cock. What a sight.

After all the wails, wheezes, howls, mumbles, and whimpers leading up to her two orgasms...

I pushed her down with both hands, and leaned forward. My dick fell from her pussy. I pushed her legs together and straddled her upper thighs. Now prone on the mattress, and putting my dick into the hot warmth of her pussy, I began arcing my waist and hips. Slowly fucking Claire... rhythmic thrusts... balancing my weight with my hands beside her... on the mattress. I kissed her shoulder as my dick slithered through pussy heaven.

"Yes... just like that. Slow... yeah, just like that," she whispered, as she tried turning her head to see me. I caught a glimpse of her eyes disappearing into her skull.

My dick. My body. My mind. Feeling the ecstatic sensation of my dick inside an accepting pussy. The feeling of one's dick inside a pussy... indescribable. Consuming the mind and body. Nothing else exists, except the sensation of one, with another. The super human effort required to fight off the beast that wants to free itself from its primal cage. Just so I can keep my lover cumming. Just so she finishes first.

It numbs the mind. It numbs the body. To resist that primal urge. The odor from her pussy, filling every crevice of the bedroom. Every sensory nerve in my nose... Every nerve in my brain. Driving me insane. And... fighting that insanity for my lover... sends me into the asylum.

The slow, long stroke fucking applied to Claire... It wasn't long before she clinched the sheets with her fists... the pillow between her teeth. Howling out her orgasm into the pillow.

Still fucking her... still in her orgasm...

Claire began whimpering into a crescendo. Muted by her mouth in contact with the pillow. She screeched...

"Holy Fuck! It feels so good!"

I put a hand on the side of her head... pinning her to the mattress... which resulted in a happy and surprised squeal from Claire's lips... my other hand on her lower back... and...

Within seconds, I was fucking her with the full length of my dick. Arcing my hips and slamming my pubis into her ass. A moderate rhythmic pace... The impacts of flesh... echoing from the walls and ceiling. Within microseconds, Claire was whining into her pillow. Whimpering into her pillow. Her fists clinching the pillow in a death grip. A powerful orgasm pulled from her... Quivering violently beneath me... Squealing into the pillow... and... When she cried...

"HOLY FUCK!"

I lost my rational mind. The beast within me leapt from its cave and took total control. Starting with selfishness.

Within microseconds, I whined, too. Groaning and croaking disgusting sounds, as my cum spilled from my tiny slit, into the furnace of Claire's pussy. My full weight... through my arms, onto Claire's head and ass. I heard her whimpering. It sounded like crying.

I lost my mind. I lost oxygen. All... because of the selfish need to cum in my lover.

I rolled off Claire and almost fell onto the floor. On my back...

Oxygen was not coming into my lungs fast enough. I felt strangled. Suddenly, I felt soft lips on my still, stiff cock. Hard suction, driving me insane due to the sensitivity of my orgasm. I felt my toes curl.

Then, Claire crawled on top of me. Fully prone with her lips on mine. Her wet pussy slit gently wiggling against my dick. Her titties pressed into my chest.

"Didn't need wine this time," she whispered, into my lips. "Yesterday, I needed the courage from a bottle. Not today." She kissed me again. "I felt... overwhelmed. Indecisive. When I was browsing the portfolio of available men. You know... For this."

I managed... "You're amazing, Claire. You really know how to pull the passion out of me." I received a welcome kiss in reply.

"Then, your portfolio appeared in my email. When I first saw your photo, I was hit with a feeling. In my chest. You had many of the physical features, my... I have to say it, Mark. I know I'm not supposed to. But... my husband. You two have similar physical traits. Especially the dark hair and eyes."

Claire rolled off me. Wiggled her ass against me, and I took her into a cuddle. A spoon. My arm around her chest below her titties.

Her whisper... "I second guessed this whole thing, Mark. Being with another man. Just to have a baby. I second guessed when I replied to the email. To choose you. I was second guessing all the way, until you took me by the hand and we walked into the meadow." She paused. I could feel her gathering her thoughts. "I still had doubts. Even when we were together, yesterday. But, after you were inside me. I felt. I don't know. I felt... I needed to do this. My mind was confused, until that moment. It's like my body took over. It's like you were meant to be with me. To be inside me. Now that we've done it twice, it's even more powerful. The need to be with you."

She squeezed my hand on her chest...

"Both times, Mark... I lost mind when you were inside me. You feel so good when you're inside me. Nothing else matters except the wonderful, mind consuming, body yielding, feeling I have when you're inside me. I have never, Mark. Never felt so good when I was with a man. Just you. You brought out, that which was inside of me, that I didn't know was possible."

I waited. For a while, before I spoke...

"I don't think it was ever meant to be, Claire. To have total control, when you're with a man. We're together, because of one purpose. To have a child. It's the same with all couples. It feels good, because that's what's supposed to happen. It feels good, so you will have a child. It feels good so you bond with your partner. When you return to your home, you will need to bond with your husband. Again. Bond with him as much as you can."

A few seconds... a whisper... then...

"You know. My husband... He helped me." She paused. "To choose."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I... we... were about to choose someone, but your profile was sent. He liked you. I did, too. Right away. The photos. The video. Your background. Genetics. He encouraged me to choose you. He didn't pressure me and that's why I love him. Because he encouraged me to choose you... I did. Because I love him, I chose you."

"Then, it was the right choice, Claire. Because of love. Thank you for choosing me."

"My husband," she whispered. "He's a good lover. Always considers my needs. Always asking me my opinion. I have no doubt he loves me."

"Of course, he does."

"He really wants to raise a child with me. So much so, he's willing for me to be with you."

"He loves you."

"He does."

I absorbed the warmth of my lover. My arms around her. An awkward pause. Then...

She pulled herself from my cuddle... sat crossed leg to face me. And...

"I've never seen a natural dick. You know, with the foreskin intact. What's it like? You know, when you're inside me."

"Can't say I know," I groaned, as I righted myself, and leaned against the headboard. "I don't find I have a disadvantage when it comes to being with a woman."

Claire scooted closer, gripped my flaccid dic, and examined my dick. Thoroughly. Pulling the foreskin back and then letting it return to cover my corona...

"Fascinating," she whispered.

Then, she leaned over and sucked me... for just a moment.

"And, you're amazing, Claire. I've enjoyed every moment I've been with you."

"Good," she chirped. "Because... I'm still horny."

She immediately began fellating me. Licking the mutual cum from my shaft.

Amazing.

*****

I watched the front door close.

Then, I heard the Jeep pulling away, with Claire inside.

I took a deep breath and took a long look at the great room of the cabin.

"Well," I mumbled, under my breath. "My first job. She's well fucked and hopefully... pregnant."

I walked to the small table by the front door. Picked up the envelope Claire left for me. Her huge smile... as her hand placed the envelope on the table. Then... her wink. She turned and left through the door.

Opening the envelope...

Geezus... 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Fuck, too many.

I took the $100 bills from the envelope... counted out five and then laid them on the table. Counted another five... laid them separate from the other five. Another five. Another five. Another five. Another five. Another five... another... another... another.

I took a breath... Damn...

$5,000.

I blinked. Looking at the cash on the table. No wonder Ms. Nguyen wants her cut.

From behind me...

"May I make you a lunch, Sir?"

"Yes, Charlie. I would like that... thank you," I replied. I walked to the bedroom and picked up my phone... I sent a message to Joan...

"Just got a tip from Claire. Ms. Nguyen needs her 10%. It's cash... How best to transfer Ms. Nguyen's cut?"

Moments later... the reply...

"Ask the staff for a pre-addressed FedEx envelope. Put the $500 inside, seal it, and return it to the staff. They'll take it from there. Already received a message from Claire. Quote... The best experience I've ever had in the bedroom. Mark is a woman's dream 'cum' true! If I weren't married...!!!... end quote. Seems your first client was impressed. Ms. Nguyen is please, and congratulates you. Let me know if you need anything... Joan."

So... Joan knows how much I received, too. I wish I knew how they knew.

After lunch, according to the agenda I received before arriving, I was given a deep muscle massage, by a masseuse from Bozeman. Sexy blonde who knew exactly where to put those fingers. Then... I called Joan.

I first thought Joan... my "handler," as I call her... would be like my grandmother. But, no. Her sweet voice on the call I made... she's much younger. Can't tell her age by her voice though. My call...

"Joan. I was wondering. Would it be possible for me to stay another two days? I really would like to go fishing for the trout. I think I caught the fishing bug, the other day."

"No problem. I haven't scheduled a client for you yet. Just so you know, I generally don't schedule you, for at least seven days after your client returns home. It gives you a chance to recover your sperm counts. On average, it's every 9 to 10 days. Sometimes, longer. If a client chooses you and, you haven't met the minimum seven day recovery period, she will have to wait another month, until she ovulates. Then, I can schedule you for that client. I do have a prospect for you. She called this morning and asked questions. I think she's very interested in you, and she will be ovulating about the time you recover."

OK... Hmm...

I'm still getting used to speaking with a woman, I have never met, about my... "sperm counts," and... "ovulating."

"Great. I'm looking forward to the opportunity. I have never been flyfishing and I would like to learn. Mr. Yellowknife mentioned he would teach me."

"Sounds fun. Take photos and sent them to me and Ms. Nguyen. I'll schedule the jet to arrive early, day after tomorrow... In Bozeman. A driver will meet you out front and take you to the airport. And... Call or message me if you need anything."

"Yes, Ma'am. And, thank you."

I paused. Damn. What a happy, polite, and confident voice. I wondered, if I would ever meet Joan. Face to face.

And the fishing...

A blast!

Chapter 4

I stood on the porch and looked out across the Atlantic.

The crisp autumn air flowing into my nostrils from the ocean.

It had been three months, since I began my job of getting women pregnant.

And Joan was pretty accurate. I was screwing clients about every nine to ten days. Once, an eight-day recovery.

I have been in coastal Maine, these past five weeks. Screwing three women from Europe. Three in a row. One French. One British. And one Dutch. In that order. Sexy women, too. Good fucks. Hot bodies and titties.

The French woman was a wildcat. Adele. Once she got started, she fucked me, as much as I fucked her. She liked it on top, cowgirl style. She liked it a lot. She finished me off, seven times during the three days I was with her. Each time... she was on top.

The thing I learned about the European women is... they don't have hang ups about sex. Or nudity. No reservations about it, versus the American women. Who, tend to be shy and reserved when they meet me. All three sexy Europeans pranced around the house, totally nude. Regardless if house staff were present, or not.

Adele and I fucked on the furniture, the floors, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen after the staff went home for the evening. And...

I fucked Adele on the front porch. Standing up and from behind... Against the railing... At night... It was cool and her nipples were rock hard pebbles.

Damn, that was hot.

Taking walks in town during my recovery period, I struck up casual friendships with the locals at a coffee shop. They were fascinated a Texan was among their midst. A few had seen me these past weeks. Walking hand and hand with women on the beach and in town. Different women. And, they were wondering why... with the middle age waitress at the coffee shop, outright asking me about the women.

Joan had told me...

"Tell them the truth, as much as possible."

So... I told the waitress...

"I'm here to relax. And, the women are lovers."

"OK," she replied. "You must be quite a lover, considering there were three of them."

Wow. I suppose no secrets are kept in a small coastal town.

On the porch of the house... the hundred year old, clapboard house, built on a rocky outcrop, overlooking the ocean...

A message from Joan on my phone...

"Your next client will arrive in three days. American this time. Her dossier is on the iPad, through the encrypted link I sent to you. Memorize it within 48 hours. FYI... It's rare to have four clients at the same location, back-to-back. Maine is a great place... Have fun... Joan."

Some of you may be wondering, what I told my parents when I quit my job in Louisiana. Well... because I wanted a career in banking...

I told them I was working for a financial research firm. And, I would be traveling to different locations throughout the Unites States. Conducting research on banks and businesses in different locations. They were happy for me. But...

I hated that I lied to them. I didn't know what else to do, considering the agreements I signed with New Horizons. Plus, I didn't think they would be greatly thrilled if I told them I was being paid to get women pregnant. How does a twenty year old... almost 21... tell his parents they have grandchildren? A lot of them.

And also, I told Joan I didn't want to know the statistics about me, and my clients. Things like... How many women I screwed, and if they became pregnant. I just didn't want to know, because I feared it would bother me down the road... After I left New Horizons.

*****

I was looking forward to meeting Allyson.

Five-two, 100 pounds, petite... coal black hair and dark brown eyes. A pixie haircut. Her photographs were amazing. A very pretty woman. Cute facial features. 29 years old.

I had never been with a woman who was so much shorter than myself. At six-one, I had 11 inches on her. I wondered if the great height difference would be an issue for me. Or, for her. In the bedroom.

In the living room of the house, I heard the car pull onto the gravel driveway. I stepped onto the elevated porch overlooking the driveway and descended the stairs to ground level. When I turned the corner, a happy smile greeted me.

Allyson was petite. The large Chevy Suburban beside her impacting her tiny stature. The driver unloading a small bag from the Chevy.

"Allyson," I offered, as I approached her. "How was your flight?"

"A short delay in Boston," she replied, in a petite, yet welcoming voice. "I... well, I'm happy to meet you, Mark. I've been looking forward to meeting you for two months."

"Yeah? Why so long?" I asked, as I took her hand in mine. I could tell I took her by surprise... taking her hand. But, she looked up to me and smiled ever wider.

"Well, I was told you were busy," she giggled. Then...

She hugged me. I had to stoop over to embrace her. In my ear... her whisper...

"When I first saw your profile, I knew you were the one."

"I'm honored, Allyson. Thank you."

I released my embrace and took both her hands... "The next three days are going to be great. For both of us."

I pulled a fantastic smile out of her.

"If you're interested, I can have lunch ready in about 40 minutes."

"Oh, no," she quipped, with an arched eyebrow... and a sly grin. "I want what the other women described, in your reviews. Let's get started."

It was then, Allyson took my hand and dragged my ass up the stairs, through the porch, and into the living room...

"Where's the bedroom?"

Moments later, we were pawing at each other. Trying to peel clothing from our bodies, as we tried kissing. With the great height difference, the both of us weren't too successful at kissing, or clothing removal.

"Unzip me," she chirped, as she turned her back to me. To unzip her dress.

I quickly took note... her pixie haircut was sexy for me. It made her look that much more desirable. As her dress fell to the floor, she pranced toward the king size bed. Her cheeky, white panties... Mmm. Her petite butt cheeks wiggling with each step. Fuckin' hot. I didn't give up the cussing in my mind.

Beside the bed... She reached behind her back and quickly unsnapped her white bra... letting the garment slide off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. Then, she turned to face me.

Damn.

A sexy little vixen. Fantastic petite figure. Perky little tits for 29 years old. Her pussy mound pressing against her tight panties.

I raced out of my clothes in record time. Tossing my pants to the side...

I heard her hiss out loud. Her sexy eyes focused right on my flaccid cock.

She peeled her panties off, jumped on the bed, and stood on her knees. Extending her arms for me to come to her.

I knee walked right into her arms. On our knees. Our kiss, immediately urgent. She whimpered into my mouth within moments. Her hand on the back of my neck and her arm around my back. Pulling me hard into our kiss.

"I'm so fuckin' horny, right now," she blabbered, into my mouth. "I really want what you've given the other women." With that...

I took her into my arms, lifted her into the air... a cradle... and gently lay her down on the bed. She squeaked a happy squeak in my arms. I lay in front of her bald pussy and began gently licking her little slit. And... it was little. A little pussy, on a little woman. I quickly pulled suction on her tiny clit and... she wheezed. Pussy juice was already oozing from her entrance. The odor... mind numbing.

She had both hands on the sides of my head, as she raked her clit up and down my mouth... humping at me. Whimpering with each thrust of her hips. I wasn't down there long...

"Hurry, Mark. I need you right now," came her urgent plea. I was concerned she wouldn't be able to take me. That pussy sure is small.

I wrenched myself into a knee stance between her parted and bent legs. I looked at her. She nodded at me with an impatient look.

I leaned forward.

One hand on the bed beside her.

My fist dragging the tip of my cock, up and down her pussy slit. She matched the action by lifting and lower her pussy in sync with my dick. Then... I put my dick at her entrance.

She stiffened. Her neck craned to watch me enter her.

"Ready?" I whispered.

"For two months, Babe. Put in it. I really want it." A desperate tone on her lips. Her eyes hard focused on my thick, hard cock. I replied with...

A gentle thrust. Allowing my dick to slide slowly into her silky, hot pussy, as my other elbow landed beside her. Both my hands cupping the top of her head. My chest against her chest. My lips on her lips. Her hand on the back of my neck. Her other hand, around my back... Pulling me into her torso.

It took four attempts to defeat the resistance of Allyson's pussy. My dick fully inside my tiny lover, she was wheezing in short breaths into my mouth. Our lips and tongues dueling at random... without purpose... our passions distracting our kiss. As I lifted my hips for the first thrust... and thrust forward...

"OhMyGod," she gargled, into my mouth. She took her lips from mine and put them onto my left shoulder. Slow, rhythmic thrusting and... She wheezed a couple of wheezes, and...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she croaked, into my shoulder, drawing out her first word. "Slow, Mark. Just like that... I'm still adjusting, Babe."

"Anything for you, Allyson."

The adjusting didn't last long. My dick was slithering through her velvety folds within no time. No resistance at all, except for the tightness of her pussy. It was a smooth glide to fuck her.

She was gripping my shaft with a firm grip of her pussy. The mind numbing odor she was emitting from her pussy was now consuming the bedroom, my nose, my brain, and it hit the beast inside of me... Waking him up. My hot blood scratching at my pelvic muscles. In no time...

I was thrusting myself into Allyson at a moderate, rhythmic pace. And, Allyson was softly wailing into my ear. A wail sounding very much like I was hurting her. It wasn't loud.

"Are you alright, Baby?"

"Oh, gawd yes, Mark. It feels so good." Her reply... a strangled whimper.

It was then she squeezed the fuck out of me with her arms. She choked in her throat. Gagging. Her legs began quivering beside my chest. I continued fuckin' her...

"I think I'm cumming," she wailed. More wails. Then... strangled, drawn out words... "Oh gawd, I'm cumming."

It was then, she began quivering beneath me. My weight across her chest kept her in place. She was gagging in her throat. Desperate to breathe. Her eyes rolled back and out of sight. I kissed her. She immediately kissed me in return.

"So fuckin' good," she mumbled, into my lips.

I continued fuckin' her in this embrace. My weight upon her chest. Her titties smashed against my hairy chest. Pulling an orgasm out of her... every minute, or so. Again, quivering in her body, and her legs. Painful sounding wails from her lips between each contraction of her pussy. Three orgasms from my Allyson... her desperate, muted plea...

"Can you fuck me harder? I mean... really fuck me hard. I want you to pound me."

"OK. Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

I wrenched myself from her embrace, put my hand around the back of her neck, and my other hand on the mattress beside her. On my knees, I ramped up my rhythmic thrusts... not full speed, but fast. Within a few thrusts, my pubis was slapping at her pubis. Smacks echoing in the room.

Smack, smack, smack, smack... against our flesh.

Her hand around my wrist... My hand holding the back of her neck. Her other hand diddling her little clit. Her little titties wobbling on her chest. A sight I struggle to resist. Three times I saw her eyes roll back as she wailed her wails. Her legs flailing in the air beside me. Then...

Fists seized into the sheets... Staccato squeals from her lips... Two paralyzing orgasms from my new lover, and...

"Oh fuck," I groaned, drawing out my words. "I'm gonna cum in your tight pussy."

"Yes, Babe," she replied... then her eyes rolled back into her head and remained there. Her erotic, wobbling titties finished me off. The sight of which...

I groaned disgusting noises as the beast that lives within me, forced cum from my balls. That uncontrollable animal... Squeezing my balls with its furry fist... forcing reproductive cells into my tiny lover.

My mind went numb. I could feel my cum leaving me and splashing aggressively into the tight confines of Allyson's pussy. My eyes were rolling back, too. I was shaking a little while on my knees. My toes curled. I groaned a disgusting groan as my dick withdrew from Allyson.

I fell back onto my heels before Allyson. I see...

My cum drooling from her pussy. Her titties flattened against her chest. Her flat tummy. Her chest heaving for oxygen. I'm looking right up her nose, as she lay on her back.

She was purring like a kitten. Pawing at her pussy with her right hand. Palming her right tittie with her left hand.

"That was amazing," I offered, through labored breathing.

"It was," she managed. Then... her normal voice...

"You mentioned lunch."

*****

We ate lunch in bed.

Nude.

I was leaning against the headboard with pillows behind me.

Allyson...

Damn.

Sitting crossed leg... on my right, and beside my knees, facing me. Her little clitoral hood winking at me. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Then...

She ran a finger across it and snapped me out of my embarrassing stare.

"I'm not going to apologize, Allyson. I think you're deliberately sitting like that to keep me interested."

"I am," she giggled. Her little titties wiggled, and now... I'm staring at those sexy orbs.

"It's working," I moaned. I bit into a celery stick, as I eyeballed the light brown nipples of my petite lover.

"You know... I waited two months to be with you."

"And, I am certainly glad you did. You're a fantastic woman, Allyson. Everything about you, I can't keep my eyes off you. I absolutely love the way you've cut your hair. It's like... it was meant just for you. And your dark brown eyes. Your sexy titties. Your petite stature. I'm enamored with you."

"Good," she quipped. "And you, Mark. All the reviews I read... it's the reason I waited the two months." I heard her suck air through her teeth. "I wasn't disappointed," she whispered, in a long breath. As she pointed a celery stick at me... "You, Sir. Have given me orgasms like I've never experienced. And, I'll want more the next two days."

"And, I'm looking forward to it."

"You're also looking at my girls. I'll let you play with them, here in a few minutes." She reached over and sipped red wine from her glass. Placing it back on the serving tray. She looked at my flaccid dick and stared a few seconds. Still looking at my dick...

"I've never seen a foreskin before. It's odd how your dick looks, considering I've only seen... well, the other kind."

"And, I'll let you play with it... here in a few minutes," I offered... With a sly smile.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?" I could see the change in her demeanor.

"Thank you for helping me. You know... with having a baby."

"Of course... you're very welcome. I think you'll be a great mother."

"I hope," she whispered. She sipped another sip from her wine, and bit her celery stick. "I was told not to discuss this, but I can't help it."

"I would hate to see you get in trouble, Allyson. You're too pretty."

"I don't care," she began. "I'm single. Just so you know."

"OK."

"I'm the one who is attracted to total assholes. I've never had a relationship, without shouting and name calling, ending it. Twice, I've been hit. I didn't call anyone... I just changed the locks." She sounded disappointed and pissed... at the same time.

"I can't imagine, Allyson. I hope you don't think I would ever..."

"Oh, no," she interrupted. "Joan told me you're boyfriend material. You were chosen because of your personality."

"I didn't know that. I didn't know I was boyfriend material. In fact, I still don't know a lot about anything. I just want to go to college, but I'm still at least a year away from that. Because of the money."

"You want to be a banker. I think that's wonderful. The ambition and all."

"Thank you. So... you want to be a single mom?"

"Yeah," she whispered, with disappointment in her tone. "I figured, I had a better chance of raising a child without a man. Knowing my luck with men." She sipped her wine again and looked off toward the windows. "I've had 20 plus relationships in the last 11 years. All of them, ending in disaster. I've given up on men." She looked at me with a cute little smile. "That's why I'm here, Mark. I haven't given up on having a family. I don't want a son, if I have one, to be a total jerk. That's why I waited two months for you. New Horizons sold me a real man. A part of which, I can take home with me, after I leave and go back home."

"Thank you. That's nice of you to say."

"And," she added, waving the celery stick at me, like a magic wand... a sly grin, and an arched eyebrow... "It's a bonus when you're insanely hot, Mark. Everything about you... physically... Sends chills up my spine. Your hair... so hot. You're accent is cute."

"I'm not just returning the compliment, Allyson. For a lame reason. I think you're insanely hot, too. I wasn't kidding when I said I'm enamored with you. I just can't look away, you're so pretty."

"Mmm," she hummed. "Two pretty people. Together to make a baby. Yeah, I'm in the right place... finally. So..." She paused and looked around the room. Then, to the food and tray on the bed...

"Can you move all this from the bed, for us? I want to take a nap. And... I want you to hold me while I fall asleep."

And... that's what happened. Two naked people holding each other in a cuddle... a spoon. A blanket over us... It felt fantastic... the warmth of a soft woman in my chest. My arm around her. Smelling the soft hint of her perfume. Running my fingers through her thick, short hair. Her petite stature in my arms... erotic.

I'm not just saying it...

Damn, she's hot.

*****

I let her do whatever she desired.

It felt great.

Allyson and I took a shower together, after the nap. The nap... about an hour.

I let her soap up my body and run a loofah across my chest... my belly... my ass... my back. And... she let me return the favor. Damn, what a perky ass. Little titties smaller than tennis balls. Rock hard little nipples. Her ribs appearing between her titties and neck... An irresistible urge, I ran my fingers across the tiny bones.

Barely a figure at all. The torso... the waist... as wide as her hips. Short legs, petite arms, and fingers. Slender neck. And her thick, coal black hair and pixie haircut. It's driving me nuts as to why I'm adoring her haircut. It looks so natural on her head. It's like I can't keep my eyes off of her because of it.

It's getting to me... her petite body. Sexy. Erotic. I've never been with a woman so small. I feared, she was getting under my skin. And...

I think she knows it. That's she getting under my skin.

I let her take a razor and soap to my face, while I sat before the bathroom sink. Both of us nude.

"I love shaving a man's face," she hissed.

As Allyson gently pulled the blades against my face, I could hear the staff changing the bed linens in the room next door. Which is done every opportunity my client and I give them. This is always done... fresh linens, since I began this baby making job over three months ago.

A fresh face and my hair combed back to my shoulders...

"Come on, Mark," Allyson offered, as she finished my shave. She pulled on my hand to stand with her. "I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah? I love surprises. And, I'm bettin' you'll have a good one."

"Count on it," she chirped, with her petite voice. She led me to the bedroom and ordered...

"Get some lounge pants on while I get my bag. And, sit down on that chair... in the corner."

As ordered, I watched her naked ass retrieve her bag, and prance into the bathroom. Fuck... what an ass. And yeah... let them fire me for the cussing. A minute later...

Allyson appeared from the bathroom wearing a...

Bikini.

Holy crap!

I felt my resolve melting within my body. A little woman wearing a bikini. I already thought she was hot, and now she's... an out of control inferno. Damn.

"Do you like?" she asked, as she walked across the room, spun on a toe, and flashed her cheeky ass at me. Standing on her toes, while doing so.

"I do," I croaked. "Absolutely fantastic, Allyson. You look great."

"Thank you," she cheeped. She began walking straight towards me. Her little titties wiggling inside the fluorescent pink top. The matching bottom snug against her pubis. I could feel the blood flowing in my brain and the beast... caged within me... pawing at the door. As she arrived before me, she put her hands on my knees, bent at the waist, and looked me in the eye.

"I read your profile," she whispered, with a proud look on her face. "You love a woman in a bikini."

"I do," I slurred. "However, I never expected you to appear in one during the first week of October... In Maine. It's a little chilly outside. What a surprise."

"A welcome surprise?" she asked... then, she kissed me. Slithering her tongue through my incisors... for a moment. Her full lips... the pink lip gloss. My resolve melting rapidly.

"Oh, yeah," I slurred, answering her question. "I can feel my heart beating against my chest, because of you."

She released my knees and stepped back a few paces... "Do you like the triangle top?"

"I do," I slurred. My gaze right at those tiny tits. To my amazement, she flipped the top off her chest, flipped it upside down and reapplied it to the titties. As she tied the strings behind her neck...

"I've seen some women turn their tops upside down. What do you think?"

"I think I can't form a complete sentence, Allyson," I groaned. She giggled. "You're just too damn good lookin'." She half giggled... half laughed.

"Thank you," she chirped. "I have three more to show you."

"I'm not certain I can sit here for that long. Not without taking you into my arms. You're really turning me on, Babe."

"Good," she quipped. "I wore these bikinis this past month, when my girlfriends and I, took a two week vacation in Miami Beach."

"Girlfriends? Wearing bikinis?" I asked, in a dopey tone.

She began laughing at me... "Yeah. We went dancing, relaxed on the beach, and went on three yachts... To party. There were some hot men there, too. Some were just like you, Mark. Good looking. Ripped. Unfortunate for me, I couldn't do the wild thing with any of them."

"Really. Why?"

"Because of you, silly. I stopped taking birth control nine months ago and I didn't want to risk an STD. I wanted a baby. But, I didn't know you were available until two months ago."

"Yeah, you're right," I slurred, as I couldn't helping staring at her tiny cleavage, and underboob with the upside down bikini top.

For the next twenty minutes, I endured watching Allyson model three more, equally hot, bikinis. There in that chilly bedroom in Maine. In between each bikini, she kissed me, and fondled my pecker and nuts, by slipping her tiny hand past the waist of my lounge pants. Running her fingers through my chest hair as her tongue slithered through my tonsils.

I felt like melted butter in my seat. Unable to manage a rational thought because of the tits and ass I was seeing. As a twenty year old, I can appreciate the body of an older woman. Especially, Allyson. With her last bikini modeled, and my dick well swollen...

She crawled onto the bed, just a few paces from where I was sitting, and gestured to me to join her. I knee walked right into her arms. The two of us on our knees. In a gentle embrace. Our lips in a gentle duel. Her hand on my neck, pulling us into a firm kiss. Then...

"I can't stand it any longer, Babe," I slurred, into her lips. "I want you so bad." I made to suck one of her titties, but she intercepted my move.

"Lie down on your left side," she ordered.

After complying with her directive, she slithered her little butt across the mattress, spread her legs, and scissored my torso. One leg under my left arm... the one supporting myself on the mattress, and the other leg over my torso.

"Now, your left elbow. Support yourself on the mattress, and then kiss my breasts."

A new position for me. My mouth at her chest while lying on my left side and supporting myself with my left elbow. Her legs scissoring my torso. I leaned forward and she pulled the bikini top aside to reveal...

A sexy. Tiny tittie. Just aching for me to lick it. Suck it. Nibble it.

"Mmm," I mumbled, as I took the warm breast flesh into my mouth. I nibbled her little nub.

"Fuck," she slurred. Supporting herself with one hand on the mattress, her other hand cradled the back of my neck and pulled my lips into her tittie.

I managed to get all of her little tittie into my mouth, but it was a mouthful. So, I focused on the erotic nipple. Sucking. Licking. Raking the erect nub against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I pulled the bikini top to the side of her other breast, and latched my teeth on the tiny nub. Gently nibbling...

"Yessss, Babe. Just like that," she whispered. She reached into my waist band and seized my swollen dick in her little fist. Short, gentle pumps of my dick.

After about a minute, or two, I was becoming an avid fan of small tits. Each time I sucked and nibbled Allyson's tits... Her whispered slurs...

"So good." And... "Fuck." And... "You're so sexy, Mark."

With that, I pushed Allyson gently onto her back... stood on my knees between her parted legs, and nibbled her slightly flatted breasts. My mouth on one breast... my huge hand on the other. Squeezing with my fingers. Palming the breast into her chest, as my mouth slurped on the other. Then...

"Oh, Babe. I want you right now," she hissed. "Take off my bottoms."

I got in one last, long slurp of erotic breast. As I moved to rake her bikini bottom from her hips...

"You are so sexy, Allyson. You have my blood boiling right now."

As I tossed her bottoms across the room, she arched her back, grabbed me by the shoulders, and rolled me onto my back. Rolling with me, she landed on top of me. She slithered down my torso... kissing and sucking my hairy nipples. Kissing and licking my belly. Down at my well-groomed pubis, she took my stiff cock into her little fist, and then sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Allyson...

Pulling hard suction on my left nut... It felt as though she was going to swallow it. Stretching my balls sac, and all the tethers within. The nerves, blood vessels, and spermatic cord. I whimpered at the pain. The pain of love. A couple of minutes of sucking my balls, and sucking the tip of my dick... Allyson...

Quickly getting to her knees, she straddled my hips, grabbed my dick, and pointed it to her entrance. With one hand on my chest for balance, she guided my dick into her slippery hole, and...

"Yes-sss," she hissed.

Inside my petite lover, my dick met quick resistance. She spat in her hand, lathered the tip of my dick, and made a second attempt to mount me...

"Fuck," she slurred, as she pushed downward. Again, meeting resistance, but progress. She lifted herself for a third attempt. Moaning with her downward thrust. A fourth attempt and her pubis contacted mine.

"You are so fuckin'... Big," she wheezed. "It feels so good, right now."

She sat on my lap. On her knees. Fully impaled with my dick. Her eyes rolling back, with both hands on my chest for balance. I could feel her pussy undulating the length of my cock. With a whimper, Allyson fell into my arms. Her lips next to my left ear...

"You're filling me up so good, Babe." Her mumble... "Can you fuck me like this?"

I answered her with a gentle upward thrust, while holding her waist with one arm, and her upper back with my other arm. Our chests in contact with each other.

She answered my thrust with a semi-loud whimper into my shoulder, so I gave her another thrust.

"OhMyGod... yesss, Babe. Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered loudly, with each additional upward thrust into her tight, little pussy. There was still some resistance. Four more upward, mini-thrusts...

My cock was slithering smoothly through Allyson's silky tunnel. Her throat uttering whimpering whines. As though she were in pain. Drawn out whines.

"Are you still, OK?" I asked, in a whisper to her ear.

She replied with a strenuous nod into my shoulder.

I began slowly thrusting upward. My pubis met hers. Most of my cock swallowed by her hot pussy.

In less than a minute, Allyson was quaking in my arms. Her orgasmic pussy punishing my dick. Whimpering into my shoulder and the pillow behind me. I gave her a gentle, open palm slap on her ass, with both hands for cumming so hard on me.

"Ho---ly Fuck," she whined, as she arced her neck to look at me. "Could you feel me cumming on you?"

"I did, Babe. And it was fantastic. Want another?"

I didn't wait for her reply. I began fuckin' her from below. This time, I ramped up the rhythmic thrusts a notch. Again, she was whimpering and squeaking into my neck and shoulder. Her fists clamped into my long hair, at the top of my head. Her back arched like a mad cat as I fucked her. Seconds later... she seized in my arms again... Her pubis pressed against me... hard. Quivering against me. Her loud whines... quivering from her lips. Her pussy contracting on my dick.

"That was a good one, Babe. Are you still, OK?"

Her garbled reply...

"Holy fuck, Mark. I've never cum so hard in my life." With that...

A growled like dog, rolled Allyson onto her back, stood on my knees, pushed my dick into her sloppy pussy, and placed my fists into the mattress beside her. Rhythmic thrusts applied to my tiny lover, she clinched my forearms with both hands as I fucked her... to keep me from fuckin' her through the mattress. Her little, perky titties rolling around on her chest... the sight... driving me insane. Whimpers, whines, squeaks, and wheezes from her lips as I my dick slithered through her hot puss.

As I fucked Allyson, I watched her eyes roll back... several times. My thrusts, powerful... she flailed against me... still keeping her ground with firm grips on my forearms. I had total control of her body, just by fuckin' her. Within two minutes, I pulled three leg shaking orgasms out of Allyson. Fantastic ones, too. Her soulful orgasmic howls from her hips...

Disturbing the primal beast that lives within me.

I fell into her arms. She wrapped an arm around my back, and another around my neck. Her fingers into my long hair. Pulling me firming into her chest. My elbows on the mattress... my hands cupping the top of her head... her lips at my throat... I resumed my rhythmic thrusts... swiveling my waist and hips to piston my lover's pussy with my dick.

Within moments, Allyson was screeching into my shoulder. Biting me. Painfully. Between her orgasms. On her fourth bite of my shoulder...

The beast took over.

I lost absolute control to that primal urge.

I pounded her pussy with my body and dick. Her pussy fought me back. Her arms around me tightened. I heaved hot breaths into my lover's neck. Animalistic growls from my throat and lips. I could feel my pelvic muscles in tension. My urge... no longer suppressed, and...

"GAWD!" I howled into the pillow beside my lover's ear. "FUCKIN' TIGHT!"

I whined and whimpered like a dog, as my cum scrapped ecstasy inside of my pecker. Dumping sticky, creamy cum into Allyson's accepting pussy. Seconds later, the beast left the scene. My next rational awareness...

My lover. Allyson. Our mutual embrace... me on top... her lips at the base of my throat, kissing me there... her arms still around me... My full weight on my tiny lover... her fingers interlaced into my hair at the back of my head. Her soulful whisper, as I heaved for oxygen in her embrace...

"You damn near beat me to death with that insanely large cock."

I heard her offer a half giggle.

Still attempting to re-oxygenate my brain, I managed...

"You unleased the beast, Babe. With those four bikinis, just a few minutes ago. You're fuckin' hot in a bikini, woman."

"Mmm," she cooed. "I want to know this beast, before I leave."

*****

Allyson got what she asked for.

The beast.

But not before I insisted, we take a walk along the beach. Hand and hand. Dressed for the brisk wind off the Atlantic. A three mile walk. Again, she spoke of her bad relationships. Again, not revealing many details.

She also hinted at her wealth. Again, no details. However, when I read her dossier, and her being single, I deduced she had access to a large sum of money, or else... she wouldn't have been able to afford the expensive service New Horizons offers.

In the two and half days we were together, Allyson and I mated eleven times. Each time, she initiated the encounter. And each time... the cum I delivered to her pussy, became less and less.

Eleven times.

To date, the most I've fucked a single client. I thought Adele was going to be the top client, in the number of encounters, with nine.

We barely wore clothes the entire time. Eating healthy snacks between each fuck. Drinking lots of water. Allyson drank nearly a bottle of sweet red wine in those two and half days. Just a small glass at a time, and before each fuck.

I fucked Allyson in just about every position I could imagine, on the couch in the living room. After about five minutes, and three orgasms from Allyson, I caught the two staff at the house... older women staff... peeking around the edge of the door to the kitchen. I gave them a wink. There was no more peeking after the wink.

Three times... Allyson seemed curious about my foreskin. With me leaning against the headboard of the bed, she reclined beside me and fondled my flaccid dick. As though she was seriously inspecting my dick. Fingering me with her petite fingers, inserting one into the tip of my foreskin. Stretching it out to its limit. Inserting her tongue through the foreskin opening and licking the tip of my corona.

This was a first for me. Even Nicole... a fantastic lover, by the way... never did this.

Allyson leaving in just a few of hours... during our eleventh, and final fuck...

I had Allyson's legs pinned against the mattress... my hands on the back of her thighs, Allyson nearly folded in half, as I fucked her. Her fist clinching the sheets, as her other hand twinkled her little clit. Her eyes rolling around in circles. Her little titties, driving me insane.

When she exploded into her orgasm, she squeezed both her titties, as she howled, in sync with each contraction of her pussy. Her orgasm complete, she arched her back, grabbed me by the neck with both hands and pulled me into her petite body. Kissing me. Aggressively. Thrusting her pussy at me... aggressively... while I was still inside her. As though she wasn't getting enough dick. Her lips and tongue attacking mine. Desperate breathing into my mouth. Ragged breathing. Urgent breathing...

"I want you so much, Babe," she gargled. "You're so sexy, Mark... I want you to fuck me, anyway you want, Babe. I want you to take me, Babe. Pound me, if you want."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes," she hissed, as she continued kissing me and aggressively thrusting her pussy at my dick.

"I can be pretty brutal. Want me to tone it down?"

"Fuck me out," she spat. "I want you to fuck me into next week," she snarled. "I love your fat cock. Use it on me."

Without a word...

I hopped from the bed, crossed the room, opened the dresser drawer, and withdrew a fresh bottle of JoJo lube. As I returned to the bed... I wiggled the bottle at my lover. She was still heaving for air, as she pawed at her pussy.

"I figure, I've given you enough of my cum, these last three days, to not worry about using this on our last time."

I knee walked onto the mattress, flipped my exhausted lover onto her tummy, drizzled the JoJo across her tiny ass, and fisted my cock with a handful of the lube. I tossed the bottle across the room... hitting the wall with it. With my hands, I smeared the drizzle on my lover's ass, and lower back. And... her pussy lips.

I pushed Allyson's short legs together, straddled the back of her thighs, aimed the tip of my cock at her pussy, leaned forward, thrust my hips, and... as I lay across the back of my lover... my firm dick slithering through her tight pussy...

"OhMyGod!" she screeched, into the pillow. "Ho---ly Fuck!"

My full weight, laying on my lover, with my cock fully inserted into Allyson... my lips near her ear...

"Wanna change your mind? I'm about to go into beast mode, like you asked."

"NO," she spewed. "Fuck me up, Mark. I want it."

Pinning Allyson to the bed with my body weight, I lifted my hips and waist, and began rhythmically fucking her. Immediately, she began whimpering into the pillow. Staccato. Soon, crescendo whines. Her fists crushing the pillow into a basketball shape. Moments later, I rose from her back... my dick still in the warm confines of her pussy... placing a hand on her lower back, above her hips, and my other hand on...

The side of her face.

"OhMyGod!" she squeaked. "Yes-sss... Use me, Mark. Fuck me up, Babe. Fuck me up!"

With my full weight on both my hands, I lifted my hips and waist and thrust viscously into my lover's pussy. My pubis exploding into her tiny, perky ass. Within five thrusts... Allyson...

"OhMyGodOhMyGod... Ho---ly Fuck!"

I pushed through her strong pelvic contractions... I groaned... moaned... snorted... growled... as my cock brutalized my lover's pussy. Sweat dripping from my face and chin, onto my lover's petite back. My long hair dangling before my eyes.

"Tell me when you've had enough, Allyson!" I croaked loudly.

"MORE!" was the reply, followed with a screech into the pillow.

I was expending an enormous amount of energy to keep fucking Allyson like this. I pulled out, flipped my tiny lover on her side... and lay behind her on my side... and fucked her from behind. On our sides. I grabbed a fistful of her tittie as I fucked her sideways. Her back against my chest. My hand holding her leg up to give me access... Within moments...

Her legs began shaking. Violently.

"OhMyGod," she wheezed. "I don't want it to stop," she wailed. "I lost count, Babe. I just keep cumming."

I flipped her onto her back, pinned her legs all the way back, poked my dick into her pussy, and began fucking her. Her feet resting on my shoulders, as I planted my hands into the mattress beside her, and continued fucking her. Squealing in a high pitch... she grabbed my upper chest... drilling her fingernails into my flesh... the beast responded.

"Geezus... FUCK!" I croaked.

I lost control. The beast within me squeezed my balls and that did it. Cum came rushing out and there was nothing I could do to stop. I could tell I was drained nearly dry of cum. I suppose that's what happens when you fuck a woman eleven times in three days.

I lost my mind. All I could see was Allyson's tiny titties barely visible between the legs I had pinned against her and me. I felt my eyes roll back. My toes curled. My back spasmed.

"Holy fuck," I groaned, and I fell back onto my heels. Then, I fell to my right side, almost falling onto the floor from the bed.

In no time at all, Allyson was licking and slurping my well used cock. Then, she was kissing me. Telling me how wonderful I was. And that she had never had so many orgasms in so few of days. My mind was swimming from the lack of oxygen. I'm not certain what she was really saying to me.

My next rational thought... Allyson had left the bed and was heading to the bathroom. Her perky little ass wiggling seductively. Fuck.

I heard the toilet flush, then... water running from the sink. Moments later she hopped onto the bed. Without any sign of exhaustion, she nuzzled me, kissed me, licked and nibbled my nipples, and ran her hands through my thick hair.

"Amazing," she whispered, after our kiss. I could barely focus on her eyes. "These past few days, have been amazing. You're amazing, Mark. I doubt I will ever have another lover like you."

"I would say the same, Allyson, but I'm fucked out," I managed to chuckle. "You asked me to fuck you out, but I think you paid me back, tenfold."

She giggled.

"You did fuck me out," she whispered into my lips. I could feel her little titties against my chest. Her nipples lightly scratching my skin... An erotic feeling. I felt her hand slither down my belly and begin fondling my limp dick.

"When I leave, would you consider coming with me?" she whispered, as she continued caressing my dick. Breathing hot breath into my neck and shoulder.

"Can't," I managed to offer. "I'm under contract, and... I can't interact with you at any time, after you leave. Forever. After today, I'll never see you again. Nor, will you see me."

Allyson's whispered reply... "Contracts can be broken, if the price is right."

I waited a moment or two to reply... "I once heard my dad's client say those very words on the golf course. They were discussing a crude oil deal." I paused again. "Months later... maybe a year later, I overhead my dad, telling my mother, that Mr. Tanaka went against my dad's advice, forked out hundreds of millions to get out of the deal, and then he went bankrupt, within two years. He lost his life's work over buying out a single contract."

I turned on my side to face her... "Don't do it, Allyson. I have a career waiting for me when my contract is up. Even if you broke the contract, that doesn't guarantee I will come with you. I have worked hard for the career I want for myself. I don't want to throw it away. Even for you. For someone I've only known for three days. Please... Don't make any trouble for me."

"You wouldn't come with me, even if I gave you the career you want?"

"No. Because I didn't earn it. And that's just it, Allyson. I have to earn every single bit of it. It's in my DNA. I have to do it my way. Not yours."

"What if I offered you a deal? One much greater than New Horizons has ever offered you."

"No. I don't want your deal. I want 'my' deal."

"OK. But, that won't stop me from finding you, after your career. What if I want you to come and work for me?"

"Yes, it will," I countered, with an attitude. "You signed a deal before you arrived. You're not allowed to find me."

"We'll see about that," she affirmed, with an attitude. Then, she pushed me onto my back, crawled on top of me, and rubbed her little clit against my flaccid dick. Kissing my chest and moaning with each hump of her waist and hips. Soon, my dick hard, and she was sliding her pussy along the underside of my cock. Her hands on my chest for balance... Whimpering and groaning with each wiggle of her hips. In about two minutes she was wailing into my chest... quivering through the length of her body.

"Holy fuck," she wheezed. She looked up to my confused face. "I'm never forgetting you, Mark... Ever."

*****

On the couch, Allyson is straddling my waist, on her knees, and kissing me.

A gentle and soft kiss. My hands on her back... her hands on my face.

"Thanks for the dick, Mark," she whispered into my mouth. "I suppose... It's goodbye."

"It is, Allyson," I whispered. I gazed into her dark brown eyes. "It is goodbye."

She kissed me one last time. A brief, gentle kiss. She landed on her feet, turned her back to me, and headed toward the front door. Her little butt cheeks wiggling inside her super tight black leggings. A black turtleneck sweater. Black two inch heels. She looked hot. Real hot.

As I stood from the couch, I saw her lay an envelope on the table beside the door. She turned and smiled to me. I smiled in return. There were...

No words.

She opened the door and left.

I briefly wondered if she expected me to say anything. I waited until I heard the car pull away on the gravel driveway. Then, I picked up the envelope and turned for the master bedroom. There, at the desk, I counted out $10,000.

"Damn," I slurred. I blinked at the 20 stacks of 5, $100 bills. This was my best tip to date. The others were $5,000. And, I briefly wondered how I was going to manage all this cash without paying taxes on it. I already was going to have an outrageous tax bill with the direct deposits I was receiving from New Horizons.

I turned and looked out the window. The Atlantic... beautiful on this overcast day. I enjoyed my time here.

I took Ms. Nguyen's cut and placed it in the FedEx envelope and sealed it. Leaving it on the desk.

I left the desk and stood at the window. Watching the waves roll into the land. Then, my phone rang.

"I hear you had a great time with Allyson," Joan said.

"I did. A great experience. And, she tipped very well."

There was an awkward pause on the other end...

"Allyson just called me and wants to discuss buying your contract. Did she mention anything about that?"

"She did," I replied. I told Joan what Allyson told me... and my replies.

"OK. Just so you know, New Horizons will not sell your contract. And, will not release you from your obligations, unless you become ill, or some other uncontrollable circumstance. Selling contracts is bad for business, Mark. Ms. Nguyen won't do it. It will ruin her."

"OK. That's good to know, because I have no intentions of following Allyson, even if she is the hottest woman I've ever met...... so far." I chuckled. "Tell Ms. Nguyen I made a deal with her and I expect her to keep it. And... by the way. Allyson left me $10,000 cash. I've already sealed the $1,000 in the FedEx."

"OK, thank you. Now, let's move past Main, and back to future business. Tomorrow, you're returning to Houston. A driver will pick you up and take you to the airport. Two weeks off. No clients. You're due for your quarterly medical checkup and... It'll be comprehensive, just like before. Afterward, you'll have a quarterly review with Ms. Nguyen. All topics will be on the table for discussion. She will expect you to discuss what was good... what was bad... and what can be improved upon."

"Got it. I'm looking forward to it."

I heard another awkward pause on the other end of the line. Then...

"So, Mark. You're attracted to small, petite women? Allyson mentioned you discussed it."

"I was with Allyson. I haven't been with a woman so petite, before now. I will say... I was intrigued with my first experience. I want to say I was, because she is so small, but I wonder if it was her pixie haircut, and her personality that enhanced my experience. Allyson is... exotic. And it was erotic for me, to be with her... physically. I found myself intrigued with her haircut. Her stature. She's a little too straight forward, if you know what I mean. Almost like she was giving orders. I think, after a while, I may become annoyed with her. Because of her attitude."

"OK, then. Have a good trip back to Houston."

"Thank you... Will I see you in Houston?" I had been curious about Joan from the beginning.

"Likely not, Mark. I work remotely. To avoid contact with you and your peers. Strictly business. Strictly professional. A policy of Ms. Nguyen."

"Got it. And, thank you."

Hmm. No contact with Joan. Remotely? A Texas accent for sure.

I shrugged my shoulders, changed clothes, and took my three mile run on the beach.

*****

I didn't wait long.

Ms. Nguyen greeted me cheerfully when she walked down that same long hallway, as before.

"Just over three months," she began, as we walked together toward her office. "Any issues on your mind? Anything I can address?"

"So far, nothing major." We stepped into her office and I sat in front of her desk. She sat at her desk chair and tapped a stack of folders in front of her.

"These are about you... and your clients."

I nodded. Curious where this was going. When I saw her smile... I kinda relaxed.

"All of the reviews from your clients, Mark. Also, the results of the medical and psyche evaluations you completed last week. First, you're cleared by the company physician to return to work. In fact, your sperm counts are quite impressive."

"Sperm counts," I slurred, as I closed my eyes and bit my cheek. "I admit, Ms. Nguyen... I never anticipated my sperm counts would be an important topic of my job reviews. That didn't happen on the oil rig I was on."

We both chuckled.

Still smiling, she paused... a little awkward pause. Then, she left her chair and sat next to me in front of her desk...

"The reviews, Mark." Another awkward pause.

"OK. Ah... something I need to know?"

Still smiling, she rose from her chair and picked up the top folder. Opening it to the first page, and sitting down again...

"Quote... Ms. Nguyen, you bitch."

I arched my eyebrows at the comment. Sitting beside me, she was still smiling... a sly smile. She continued...

"How dare you give me only five stars to rate, Mark. He deserves 100 stars on each of the evaluations. That man is gold. Never in my life have I had such a wonderful sexual experience. No man, before Mark, was able to give me orgasms just by fucking me. Mark helped me achieve multiple orgasms, over and over. I never dreamed I was capable of such a feat. If I wasn't married, and loved my husband so much, I would take Mark home with me and never let him out of the house. Well... I might share him with a few of my girlfriends. Why not? A sex party with six girls and Mark. Imagine the possibilities."

My boss giggled as she set the folder on her lap... "She went on to say a few personal things about you. Very vivid, and intimate descriptions." She closed her eyes and hummed in her throat. Then, she looked at me... "The reviews on my desk are so vivid, I got horny reading them. Everyone of your clients had a descriptive appraisal of you, and your abilities."

"So, I passed?" I offered, with an attitude. My comment pulled a hard giggle from my boss.

"I took notice, Mark. Every client made a comment in similar words. Words to the effect of... 'I lost my mind when he was inside of me.' And... 'Nothing existed except Mark and me.' And... 'When Mark was inside of me, I lost total control of my mind and body. Mark took control of me and it was absolutely fantastic. An experience I'll never forget.'" She paused again... "Impressive, Mark. Considering I've never received reviews written like this, and so many of them, for one employee."

"I don't know what to say. I suppose I... well... I didn't do anything special. I mean, I just did what came naturally. Or, better... what Nicole taught me. How to... you know... make love to a woman."

"Well, I need to hire Nicole for training, I guess," she chuckled. Another awkward pause, that was becoming annoying by now. "Mark, you are unique, in that your peers haven't received the overwhelming reviews, such as yours. And, Joan has a six month waiting list for you. Women are lining up to have your baby. Or better, they're lining up to have the experience your past clients have described. That doesn't change the plan, or the schedule. You'll still have a 10, or 11 day recovery period. At the current schedule, past and future, I anticipate at least 31 pregnancies. There may be more... or less. Sometimes, a woman will miscarry."

"Where is this going?" I asked. "Are you telling me something that shouldn't happen, or what?"

"I haven't had an employee father more than 25 children. You're on track to achieve at least 31. Speaking to the doctors and geneticists, 31 will be well within the recommended limit. And, you will still be leaving New Horizons in less than 9 months... After your one year commitment."

"OK."

Ms. Nguyen turned in her chair to face me more directly...

"Among your peers with New Horizons, there's only one employee who has a waiting list. It's three weeks. Yours is six months, Mark. And... no other employee I've had... past or present... has had waiting periods that even comes close to your waiting list. I'm making a fortune off of you... because you're in demand and I can raise my rate. So... I'm giving you a raise. $30,000 instead of $25,000, plus tips, and I'm reducing my cut on tips to 5%."

"I won't refuse that." I really need to hire an accountant soon.

Like Nguyen was reading my mind...

"And, that's a lot of money, Mark. Even without the raise. I knew you would be a top pick for my clients, but what I didn't expect was the overwhelming top pick among my employees. If you like, I have an accountant and financial advisor I use. She's first class, brilliant, and does everything by the law. No chance of any audits because she is so thorough. She can also handle the cash you have to minimize the tax burden. Only if you approve, I can have her call you to discuss any concerns, or your future finances. I have to add, Mark... Patricia has made many of my former employees quite wealthy. Way, way more than you will be, on our own, when you leave my employ."

"I trust you. Have her call me. I do need someone." That's a relief. One less thing. But...

"You mentioned earlier, any concerns, or issues I may have," I began.

"Yes."

"I told Joan, and now I'm telling you. I don't want to know any of the numbers, Ms. Nguyen. I don't want to know how many women, pregnancies, or children. I just want to do my job and then leave without those thoughts following me out the door. No distractions when I begin my career in college."

"OK. Consider it done." Ms. Nguyen paused and smiled widely at me. It's too bad I can't fuck her. She's sexy. Fuckable. Petite and tiny, like Allyson. Except, I wondered if she any tits at all.

"Now, my request," she began, and paused. "The next time a client asks you to be rough, let's be careful with the bruising, OK? I had a client's husband pissed off, when she came home. I don't know why, though. That couple is into the rough sex."

"I'll try to be more careful," I offered, with thick sarcasm. Nguyen giggled.

"You're cleared and your next client will be in six days. She's an Olympic and World champion alpine skier. Retired. And, she wants to meet you in Colorado. She wanted you to be at her place, but I objected. I want the control... So, I leased a luxury cabin in Vail, Colorado. And... you leave immediately, Mark. You begin skiing lessons first thing tomorrow morning. And, this is a direct order. I don't give a damn how well you ski after five days of personized lessons. You are not to ski any trail beyond a beginner's trail. I can't have my ace employee breaking a leg, or arm... or worse. I don't care how much Lindsey presses you, I expect you to refuse."

"Got it... I don't want a broken leg, either."

*****

I think she wanted to fuck me, as much as I wanted to fuck her.

I couldn't have asked for better...... a cute ski instructor.

Five-four, hips and legs... kinda big, but definitely sexy.

Cheerful, personable. And... very, very cute. Long blonde ponytail, blue eyes, cute freckles. Sexy and cute smile. While having lunch in the resort dining area, some nice titties behind her off-white and tight ski shirt.

After the second day of skiing, Paige offered to buy me a drink at the resort bar. I accepted. When I ordered sparkling water with lemon...

"I didn't figure you for ordering water, when a woman offers to buy you a drink."

"Business. My boss won't allow it... plus, I don't drink anyway. Never have."

"Hmm. I was told you were here on business," she began. "Why the ski lessons on a business trip?"

"My client loves the sport. So, between work sessions, we'll relax on the slopes."

"Hmm," she replied. After a brief pause... "You know... you're insanely hot."

I set my drink on the table and leaned forward... my elbows on the table... arms crossed in front of me... my reply... in a lowered tone...

"I find you attractive, too, Paige. There's just one problem. If I act on my attraction to you... which I would do in a heartbeat... my boss will have a stroke. You see, she has eyes and ears on me right now. She doesn't allow any 'extracurricular' activity while I'm on business travel. She's an obsessive perfectionist."

"Well, I certainly can see why she wants to keep you on a tight leash." I heard her hiss through her teeth. "It's too bad, Mark. I'm not bragging, if it's true. After one night, you won't soon forget me. Perhaps it could be several nights before you leave."

"A tempting offer, Paige. I would take you up on it, but the money is too good from where I sit. Plus, the 'benefits' are insane."

"You know," she began, with slutty and slitted eyes. "Over my shoulder. At the end of the bar. There's a group of people looking at us, right now. See the girl in the blue sweater?"

I looked over her shoulder. A group of six... four women and two men. Smiling at me.

"I see her."

"Sharon is my roommate. She offered me money to be your instructor, yesterday. And, she's going to be very disappointed when I tell her you turned down a threesome with the two hottest women in Vail. She's gonna think you're gay, like those two dudes standing beside her. Oh... and they want to meet you, too. You know... for a threesome."

"I bet they do," I whispered. "One, I don't do dudes. And, two... A threesome with you is very difficult to decline. You and your roommate are hot, as well. I can only imagine the possibilities. If I had met you 6 months ago... you... your roommate... and I... would have already done the deed."

Moments later, I excused myself to return to the lodge where I was staying, but that didn't discourage Paige. Following me into the lobby, she took my hand and stopped me...

"How about a blowjob in the men's room? I'm very good at it."

"Tempting, Paige," I whispered, into her ear. "I'm sure I would enjoy it. Thank you, but no."

She squeezed the fuck out of my hand, and... she hissed at me in anger...

"You know... It's going to be fuckin' hard to ski with you the next three days."

"The same for me, too. Perhaps I need another instructor. Sharon seems available."

"You bastard," she snapped. "You'll regret turning down the best pussy you'll ever have."

"I'm already regretting it... but, I'm definitely asking for another instructor," I snapped. With that, I wrenched my hand from her grip and turned for the front entrance. When I returned to the lodge, my phone sounded a message alarm from Joan...

"Good job. You passed the temptation test. And, Paige will continue to be your instructor. She works for us. And... your 'benefits' ARE insane. What man gets paid to screw women for money? And, when you meet Lindsey, you'll be glad you declined Paige's offer. Wink, wink."

Damn it!

The next day, Paige apologized.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear... "You don't know how close you got, Paige. I really wanted to go home with you."

She pulled on my arm to keep me close to her ear... her whisper...

"I told Joan I was going to ask you this. Do you think you and I can get together? You know. When your contract expires."

"There's always a possibility. But, I have a career waiting on me. I won't give that up for anyone."

"OK," she replied... a tone of disappointment.

The next three days were awkward for me. Although it was a test, and a tease, I found myself wanting Paige... physically. I really did want to fuck her. And, during those three days, she was cheerful and funny. Taking me down some easy trails to overlook the ski basin of Vail, and the remote back side of the ski resort property... Virgin forests covered in snow.

Paige... Teasing me about the look on my face... about the gay men wanting me, as much as she wanted me...

"Were they really gay, or just stand ins?" I asked, after the tease.

"Oh," she emphasized, with a chuckle. "They were definitely gay, and they definitely wanted to take you home."

"Fuck," I slurred. I suppose, I thought this was going to be a possibility, once I started college at UH. Fending off advances from men. I wasn't looking forward to it.

After saying goodbye to Paige and thanking her for her patience, I left to return to the lodge where I was staying. I was actually skiing well... for a beginner, Paige told me. She also told me to stay on the beginner trails. Considering I had never seen snow before in my life, I felt comfortable keeping my speed under control and staying on the beginner trails.

The next morning... the day Lindsey would arrive, later in the day... I took out on my own for a few downhill cruises. I figured I would return to the lodge after lunch. When I returned to the lodge, I could sense something wasn't right.

Then, seconds later, I caught a whiff cologne, or perfume. I tilted my head... wondering if I had misread the note from Joan about Lindsey and her arrival. Lindsey wasn't expected until 4 pm and it was just 1:30. I stood in the middle of the great room of the lodge and I heard someone walking toward me from the master bedroom. I threw up my happy smile in antici...

DAMN!

Standing 20 feet away was Lindsey. A sexy smile. A white fox coat to her mid-thighs, white furry boots... almost to her knees, and a big ass furry white hat on her head. And...

The front of the white fox coat was open.

Wide open.

Displaying her the better part of her titties and her blonde pussy. This woman was naked except for the coat. I took quick note... her long blonde hair over her shoulder and was caressing her right tittie... and the nipple was splitting the hairs. My cock twitched at the pink nub winking at me.

In a fantastic sexy voice...

"Like what you see, Mark?"

"Of course I do, Lindsey. I certainly didn't expect this welcome surprise. Wow. You look fantastic. May I?"

"I'm expecting it, stud muffin. Come and kiss me. Anywhere you want."

"I may take you up on that offer," I replied, as I took her into my arms and made to kiss her lips. Pausing to gauge her acceptance, she kissed me first. A soft, gentle, welcoming kiss. A few moments, I broke the kiss...

"Well," she slurred. Slutty, slitted eyes drilling into mine. She took her hand and ran her fingers through my thick hair. "Your reviews were right on the kissing." She looked down and took my hand. "You can touch me, if you like. Anywhere." Then she hissed a whisper... "You can start by putting your finger inside me and kissing me. I've been looking at your photos for an hour and I'm all worked up. I reread your reviews on the plane, Mark. Those women wrote some very vivid things about you." I sensed her breathing was becoming ragged. "Baby... I need everything you've done to those women. Can you do that for me?"

"With your sexy and erotic greeting... Yeah. I'm going give you whatever you want, Lindsey. I would love to be with you while you wear this fur coat. It's driving me insane. It's sexy... it's... erotic."

"I knew it would."

With that... she stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her naked tits against me, urged me to finger her pussy, kissed me, and...

"You're fingers are so big," she wheezed, into my mouth. Then... "Rub the front of my... Ho---ly Fuck.... Just like that, Baby. Just like that."

Our kiss in a gentle duel, it wasn't... just a moment before she squeezed her legs together, clamping my hand between her legs, and began whimpering into my chest. In her urgent, ragged tone...

"Let's go, Mark. I've already turned back the covers on the bed."

I watched her turn, fast pace to the bedroom, toss the furry hat against the great room wall, and disappear behind the wall leading to the master bedroom. I took a moment to smell my finger. The finger that was inside my new lover. The intoxicating odor of an ovulating woman...

The beast awoke in a drowsy state. It wouldn't be long before he took control.

With Lindsey fully nude, still wearing her white fur coat, she had already tossed her boots to the floor. Her head on pillows. She was so fuckin' sexy and erotic with that damn coat on. I peeled my clothes off as fast as I could. My cock at half mast... thrashing the air as I approached Lindsey.

I knee walked on the bed and she ordered me to get right to the point. Her fur covered arms extended to me. On my knees between her parted and bent knees, I drooled spit on my hand and applied it to my dick. The sight of her wispy and thin, blonde pussy fur was stirring the beast. Her fur didn't appear to be groomed. She was furry, but there wasn't much fur.

I drooled spit from my lips, onto her pussy slit... pointed my dick at her entrance, pushed forward, and fell into her waiting arms...

"OhMyGod," she whimpered, as my lips fell into her lips. My dick fully inside my lover's very hot pussy. Through our kiss... her whimper... "You're so fuckin' big. I've never been stretched so good. It feels so fuckin' good."

On her last word, I began my rhythmic thrusts into her pussy. Slow ones, because I was sensing resistance. But it didn't last long. Then, I shifted my rhythmic thrusts into the next gear. In microseconds...

Lindsey was whimpering little howls into my shoulder. Squeezing me with her fur covered arms around my back and shoulders. Her hand interlaced into my thick hair at the back of my head. Within a minute...

"It's true," she wailed. "I've lost my mind with you inside me. It feels so good."

On her last word, she began howling in staccato... in crescendo... right into my ear... then...

"I'm cumming!" she squeaked. And...

She did. Quaking beneath me as I continued fuckin' her through her orgasm. Her legs shivering as she locked her ankles around my lower back. Her arms around me in a death grip. Her tits flattened against me. As a skiing athlete, I felt her body strength in her arms and legs. With each contraction of her pussy, she wailed...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Then... "OhMyGod... here cums another...... fuck, fuck, fuck!"

It took a monumental effort to push my dick through her orgasmic pussy. Tight. Very tight. I focused on withholding my orgasm... forcing the beast to the back of his cave... a monumental effort. I had to stop screwing Lindsey to keep from cumming. Still inside my lover...

I began kissing her... still in our bear hug. Our tongues and lips aggressively attacking each other, as Lindsey's ragged breathing took control. Her hips aggressively wiggling beneath me... attempting to fuck herself with my dick inside her. I began to doubt whether I could keep up with her need. Then... her urgent, ragged words into my lips...

"That's two already, Baby. I love your dick. You're so good to me. Keep fuckin' me... Please!"

So, I did...

Pulling another powerful orgasm out of her within a minute. I admit, I've never struggled so much to satisfy a woman first, as I have with Lindsey. The super human struggle to fend off her powerful pussy attacking my dick. Mind draining, as her cries of pleasure pierce the cage of the beast within me. It seemed like an eternity to hold back the cage door of the beast. Brute force against brute force.

In the midst of her fourth orgasm... the beast overwhelmed me... pushing me to the side and racing down my spine...

"Oh, Fuck!" I roared. "OhMyGod! I'm cumming!"

Before the beast took absolute control... in microseconds...

Still thrusting into my lover, I felt her hands grab my ass, and... Lindsey cried out...

"YES!... YES!... YES!... THAT'S FIVE!... OhMyGod!"

Then... Immediately after Lindsey howled like a wolf...

The beast fisted my balls and squeezed the fuck out of them. I wailed like a wounded animal. I couldn't withhold the disgusting noises spewing from my throat and lips. I sensed my cum crushing the nerves in my pelvis.

"Ho---ly Fuck!" I roared, as my cum spilled from my tiny slit. Her hot pussy punishing me for the effort.

Amazingly, I quickly regained my senses, despite the thin, high altitude air. When I attempted to roll away from my lover, Lindsey held me in place with her bear hug...

"Not yet, baby maker," she whispered. "I can feel your little soldiers inside me. Now... kiss me."

I lay on top of Lindsey... softly kissing her lips... her neck... her upper chest... I briefly suckled her left nipple. All while my dwindling dick resided in her pussy.

"Amazing, Lindsey," I managed to offer.

"Yeah," she began, with a brief pause. "Absolutely amazing." She turned her head to look at me. "You're fuckin' amazing. All the men I've had in my life, and three divorces... none of them were able to do this to me. That was five, fuckin' orgasms, Mark. In ten minutes. I'm glad I had to wait for you. I was lucky to get on the waiting list, Joan told me."

She kissed me... briefly.

"Get up," she ordered. "I need a shower. Come with me?"

"With you? Absolutely, 1,000%."

*****

I sat on the bed in my lounge pants and a t-shirt.

Munching on raw vegetables, nuts, and fruit. Sparkling water to wash it down. Listening to Lindsey speak with Joan about my performance just an hour ago.

"She wants to talk to you," Lindsey said, as she wiggled her phone at me. After I took the phone from Lindsey, Lindsey picked up her red wine and sipped it. I left the master bedroom and went to the great room of the lodge.

"Hi, Joan. Not typical to speak with you on the first day with a client. It's usually afterward. When she leaves."

"I know. I've had clients call me on the first day, after they've been with you. This isn't the first time I've spoken with them. The reason I wanted to speak with you, though." I heard a tone of concern in her voice. "Mark. Your father is in the hospital right now. Everything is going to be good, I'm certain. It's an emergency appendectomy. I'm told by the company doctor, if everything goes well, he will go home late tomorrow. Do you want me to send a message to your parents, or do you want to speak with them directly?"

"I think I should speak with Mom. After Vail, will I be able to see them for a few days?"

"It's done, Mark. I'll change your flight to Houston, right now."

I called Mom and she was encouraged, although I could hear concern in her voice. Dad had already undergone the surgery, taking only 40 minutes. He was out of surgery before I even called. He was alert and awake. I briefly spoke with him and told him I was coming home in three days. Of course, he protested. Boasting he would be back in the office by Friday.

Halfway through my conservation with my parents, Lindsey held me in her arms as she listened in. Smiling encouragement while I spoke with my parents. I could smell the wine on her breath. What man wouldn't want a hot blonde, naked under a silky robe, press her titties against you, while you talk to your mother. After the conversation...

"He's fine," I offered. I kissed my lover. "I'll take a few days to be with them. Just to make sure Mom is OK."

"Your mom? You mean, your dad."

"Nope... Mom. Dad will be giving her hell, because he won't cooperate with his doctor's orders. And Mom will be on his ass about it. He just said he's going back to work on Friday."

"Good," she whispered, as she took me into her arms, facing me. We kissed. A very nice kiss. "This week has begun, way better than I expected, Mark." She kissed me again. "When I called New Horizons, I just wanted a baby. Not one from those assholes I seem to attract. I wanted a baby from a man like you. Smart, sexy, good looking, and ambitious. What I didn't expect was a sexual experience I'll never forget." She took my hand and led us to a chair in the great room. After I sat, she sat in my lap with her arm around my shoulders. Her whisper... "I've never been fucked like that before. Do you think you can do it again?"

"Give me some time to recover. I'll certainly do my best."

*****

I did do, my best.

Fuckin' her silly and dumping a second load of cum into her hot pussy.

Afterward, she snuggled her back into me...

"You fucked me out, Mark," she whispered. "Let's get some sleep and figure it out in the morning."

I spooned her. Snuggling myself into her back. My left arm around her and my hand pressing her into my chest. My other arm beneath her pillow.

She took my hand and put it on her 34C. Warm. Soft.

Within moments... sleep... for both of us.

I woke first. Lounge pants on with no shirt, I headed for the kitchen where I could smell breakfast foods and coffee prepared by the lodge staff.

"Good morning, Sir," Marsha offered... The older woman who prepared the food.

"Good morning, Marsha," I replied, with a smile. My pace to the coffee pot was not interrupted. "I noticed the snow falling. It looks like it's coming down hard."

"It is," she replied, as she served me a plate at the table. "The forecast is 7 inches of snow, by the end of the day."

I sat at the table and popped a grilled potato cube in my mouth... "I'm from Houston. This is the second time I've seen snow in my life. It snowed in Houston, when I was a kid, but it was gone in two hours. Those are huge snowflakes out there."

"In an hour, or two," she began, as she whipped up some scrambled eggs. "There will be fresh snow at the resort. There's nothing better than skiing on fresh snow. It's a different experience."

Within moments, Lindsey had her tongue down my throat as she joined me at the kitchen table. Fuckin' kissed me right there in front of Marsha. After the kiss, I could tell Marsha recognized Lindsey, but she didn't say anything.

Again, right in front of Marsha...

"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week, after yesterday, Lover."

I didn't know what to say, except...

"Coffee?"

"Tea, please," she chirped, as she eyed me with slutty eyes.

Marsha quickly made breakfast and got her ass out of there before Lindsey made any more uncomfortable comments. After Marsha left...

"You know... I halfway didn't believe the comments the other women made about you," she offered, then sipped her hot tea. "I really began to believe the comments were made up by New Horizons. So, I called Joan."

"Yeah? Then what?"

"She put me in contact with a woman in France. Adele was her name."

"Mmm, Adele," I faux slurred. I chuckled. Lyndsey did, too.

"Did you really bend her over the porch railing and drill her?"

"Yeah. I did bend her over the railing. Drilling? Well..." I leaned toward my lover and... "Let's find out if it's called... 'drilling'... after we ski the fresh snow and getting lunch at the resort."

An hour and a half later, Lindsey was skiing circles around me. Literally... skiing in circles around me, as I puttered down the beginner's trail. Laughing at me as she did so.

Also... I should have expected it, but it took me by surprise. Lindsey was quickly recognized by many on the slopes and in the resort. And, I found out...

Lindsey is not an alias. It's her real name. Lindsey Bonn. That information was not given to me when I read her dossier on my iPad. I did know Lindsey was a multiple Olympic champion and multiple World champion in alpine skiing. I'm gonna have to call Joan and file a complaint about not knowing about the alias... or the lack, thereof.

After lunch, Lindsey and I walked back to the lodge, instead of taking a shuttle from the resort. The snow still falling, it was a great experience. Lindsey telling me about all the places she has been to compete in her sport. Europe. Japan. Canada. As soon as we entered the lodge...

Lindsey dragged my ass into the shower. Soaping me up and I returned the favor. I find it erotic to soap up a woman's tits and ass. The feel of the skin in my hands is exhilarating. Scrubbing her back, her athletic ass jiggled in the buns section of her behind. The both of us scrubbed clean, Lindsey stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her titties into my shower soaked hairy chest.

"You're too good to be true, Mark," she hissed, into our kiss. We gently dueled in our kiss. Lindsey is a great kisser. "I can't believe I signed a contract, to never see you again. You're my dream come true." She slithered her tongue through my tonsils. She began slightly ragged breathing. I was, too. "I've had enough of dating egomaniacal professional athletes. I want someone like you. Do you have any brothers I can meet?"

I giggled into our erotic kiss...

"Mmm," I began. "You're getting me worked up, Baby. Your kiss is driving me insane. About my brothers... you can meet them... all four of them... and all are married with children. I'm the surprise baby for my parents. My brother, just older than me... is eight years older." I hissed into my sexy lover's neck, as I kissed the soft skin below her ear. I could feel my semi-rigid dick tapping at her tummy. "I really want you, Lindsey. Right now."

I turned off the water and toweled us both dry. She took my hand and led us to the bed. A nice ass while I followed her. Both on our knees... in bed... her arms around my neck... we made out. Kissing her sexy, juicy lips. While kissing, she slithered a hand down my chest and belly. Snatching my dick and fondling me, while her tongue dueled with mine. Her hand on the back of my neck... pressing our lips together. Her breathing becoming more ragged. Soft, barely audible whimpers from her throat... and into my lips.

Still on her knees... on the bed, I broke our kiss, bent at the waist and began sucking on her right breast... Her hand clamped the back of my neck... fingers interlaced in my still wet hair... pulling me firmly into her breast...

"Oh, fuck," she slurred. "That feels so fuckin' good." With that...

"Sit down," I ordered.

I lay on my left side, in front of her... I pulled her legs and made her scissor my torso... one leg over, and one leg under... That put her right tittie in the perfect place to suck.

Slurping on her breast and stiff nub, she held the back of my neck... Her other hand on the mattress to maintain balance. For at least a minute, I slurped, sucked, nibbled her nipples. Lindsey was audibly inhaling oxygen. Commenting she had never been in this position before. She liked it. Then...

"Oh, fuck," she slurred, her last word. Then, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and forced our kiss. An urgent kiss. Her whimpers vibrating my lips. Her tongue slashing at mine like a sword. For only seconds though...

She pushed me onto my back, mounted me... prone on top of me... kissing me... rubbing her little clit against my now fully firm dick... Getting herself off... Whimpers into my mouth with each hump of her pubis against mine. Forceful humps. Her hands on the sides of my face.

"You're so fuckin' hot," she gargled, into my lips. She rolled off me and began fellating me. Slurping loudly as she tugged on my balls with her fingers. It lasted only seconds because...

She mounted me like a horse. Taking care to insert my swollen cock into her tight and slimy hole. Pushing downward, it took her four attempts before I was fully inside her pussy. When the end of my dick tapped the back of her pussy...

"OhMyGod" she wheezed, as she fell into my chest. Her ragged hot breath into my shoulder and neck. "You're so fuckin' big inside of me." I slapped her athletic and round ass with my left hand. She squeaked a happy, sexy yelp into my ear.

"I love it when you take control, Baby," I whispered, after the little spank. After a few seconds... for Lindsey to adjust to our mutual contact...

She began humping at me. Forcing my dick back and forth in her pussy, with very short strokes. I could feel her rubbing her little clit against my pubis.

"So big," she wheezed. "You feel so good inside me," she offered, as though she was out of breath. Before I knew it...

Lindsey was aggressively fuckin' me. Grinding her pussy against me while lying on me like two slices of bread. My dick twirling inside her silky folds. Her breaths ragged... Urgent. Expletives mumbled through her lips.

It was hot.

A sexy, athletic woman fucking me. She didn't take long...

"HOLYFUCK!" she screamed. Immediately seizing in my arms. Quaking violently in my arms. Her pussy crushing my dick with her orgasmic contractions. Staccato howls into my neck with each pussy contraction. Her orgasm quickly subsided and she resumed aggressively fucking me.

Out of breath... fucking me really hard... Lindsey... in ragged, staccato...

"I can't believe I'm cumming so quickly with you...... OhMyGod! Here comes another one!" She choked on her breath. Her eyes rolling back into her head. "Holy shit! It's so fuckin' hard!"

Whining out her orgasm in my arms, I spanked her ass with both hands... with a sharp crack.

"YES!" she screamed. "I love it!"

I felt her pussy twitch on my dick from the impacts of my palms. Then... I took over...

Grabbing her legs to straddle my pubis like rider on a horse... My arms firmly holding Lindsey against my chest... I began fucking her from below. Thrusting my cock into her hot pussy. In microseconds... a crescendo squeal...

"YES! YES! YES!" she screamed into my shoulder. "ICAN'TSTOPCUMMING...... OHGAWD... OHGAWD OHGAWD HOLYFUCK!"

Again, Lindsey quaked in my arms. Violently shaking on my chest. I continued fucking her from below, right through her powerful orgasm. Screaming into the pillow beside my ear. A muted, yet still loud scream...

"ICAN'TSTOPCUMMING... OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD... YES...... YES...... YES...... YES!"

I slapped her ass with both hands. Scaring the shit out of me, the impacts were was so loud.

In my arms, I rolled Lindsey over onto her back. On my knees, I re-inserted my dick into her drooling pussy. Falling into her arms, I kissed her lips. My hands at the top of her head to hold her steady. My elbows on the mattress beside her.

Our kiss was random. Without purpose. I could feel her nipples pressed against my chest hair. She began writhing her waist and hips at me. Urging me to fuck her. When I didn't respond...

"FuckMe, Baby!" her desperate words. "KeepFuckingMe! ILoveYourDick! FuckMe!

FuckMe!" Her last words were spewed.

The odor of sex from Lindsey had filled the room. The beast within me woke suddenly. I groaned like an animal. Still lying prone on my lover...

I began rhythmic thrusts of my dick inside her pussy. Not slow... not fast, or aggressively. Consistent and a moderate pace. Within moments...

Her legs quivering in the air, as I continued to thrust through her orgasm. Desperate quivering whines and whimpers from her lips as our cheeks touched. Muted, mumbled words I didn't understand. Moderately pounding at her pussy, our flesh impacts echoed from the walls. In the next minute of fucking Lindsey... desperate in her words...

"KeepFuckingMe!" And... "IDon'tWantItToStop!" And..."OhMyGodOhMyGod!"

Between those words, I pulled out three, thrashing orgasms from the World champion snow skier. After the third one...

"STOP!" Lindsey screamed. "I CAN'T BREATHE!"

I rolled from her body and my cock slashed the air like a beast's claws.

"Holy Fuck," Lindsey gasped, in exasperation. She turned her head toward me... "I couldn't stop cumming, you fucker! Oh, my gawd... how do you do that?"

"You bring it out of me," I growled. "You sexy fox. The athlete in you draws out the best in me." With that...

I rolled her over to her left side... snuggling into her back, I lifted her right leg in my hand, and inserted my still throbbing cock back into her needy pussy. As I fucked Lindsey from behind, on our sides...

She immediately began quivering in my grasp. Howling muted words to the ceiling. Her orgasmic contractions pushed my cock out of her pussy.

I spanked her ass... In a soft growl... "Don't you push me out of your pussy, Lindsey. I'm here to give you want you want. You let me finish."

She answered me with continued quaking throughout her body, and a halfhearted nod of her head. I put my dick back into her sloppy puss and fucked her good. Wails from her lips. She tried to kiss me by turning her head toward me. Her orgasm took over and she howled to the ceiling.

My left arm under her neck, I reached for her left tittie and squeezed her nipple...

"OhMyGod," she wailed.

"Mark!" She quaked in my arms...

"Mark!" She quivered in my arms...

"OhMyGod Mark! For God's sake, finish off in me!"

I flipped her onto her tummy... pushed her legs together... straddled her legs on my knees... pushed my dick into her hot pussy... leaned forward... put a hand on her lower back... put my other hand on the side of her head... and...

Fucked her.

Hard.

Arcing my body and slamming my pubis into her athletic ass... cracks of flesh echoing throughout the bedroom.

After the third thrust... she fisted the sheets beneath her... bit her pillow and screamed into the fluffy cloth. I fucked her hard for at least a minute. Bearing my weight on her back and face. Then... the beast appeared out of nowhere.

I managed several more thrusts as I moaned... howled... and muttered... "Oh, fuck!" Then... "OhMyGod." Then... "So fuckin' tight."

My brain when dark.

The only sensation... my dick spewing cum into my lover. The exquisite euphoria consuming me... consuming my body. Nothing else mattered in the world. In the room. In the bed. For only a few seconds.

I fell into my lover's back... my full weight upon her... my dick still in the comforting warmth of Lindsey's pussy.

"Ho---ly shit," I slurred, into her hair covered neck. "Damn, woman. You bring out the beast in me."

"Oh My God," she whimpered, into the mattress. "I have never... ever... been fucked so well in my life."

I was wheezing for oxygen. Lindsey was wheezing for oxygen. I managed to roll off Lyndsey's silky, firm body... falling onto my back. The next thing I knew, Lindsey was softly kissing me.

My lips. My neck. My ear. My throat. My nipples.

Her whisper... as she looked at me... with her chin on my chest...

"You're all man, Mark. No one I've ever been with even comes close to you." She slithered up my body. Pressing her well fucked pussy against my flaccid, beaten dick. She kissed me. Briefly.

"I so-ooo, want to break my contract and take you home with me," she whispered.

"We'd both be in deep legal shit," I chuckled. "I'd be breaking my contract, too."

An awkward pause, then...

"How do you do it, Mark? I mean, when I leave, you're off to meet another woman."

"I'm still getting used to it. Sometimes, I think I never will. I can barely remember the women I met four months ago. And... that bothers me. Men my age, would give their left nut to be in my position. I had no idea, when I took this job, I would have such a hard time remembering who I've been with. I'm embarrassed, Lindsey. I may forget you within months."

"I'll never forget you, baby maker. You've given me your gift... remember?"

"Yeah. And that bothers me, too. I'll forget both of you."

For the next two days, Lindsey was on me like a tick. In between showers and meals, we rarely put clothes on. I never had so many blowjobs from a woman, in attempts to rouse me for the next fuck. Lindsey needing me to fuck her at least four times, each day. When it was over, I could barely offer a drop of cum. My balls were empty.

On the fifth day...

Lindsey and I kissed... as lovers do. A parting kiss. The look on her face told me she was sad, and disappointed I couldn't come with her. But, it had to be done. I would stay. She would leave.

Right before I let go of her hand... for the last time, I saw a tear fall onto her cheek. Then...

I saw Lindsey Bonn walk out of the cabin...

Well fucked.

Chapter 5

I was well into my sixth month with New Horizons, heading to a new job.

An encounter.

My quarterly medical and psych evaluations... perfect.

My sperm counts... "Sky high," as Ms. Nguyen put it. Sperm counts... Geez. After this job is over, I hope I never hear that term again.

Two months ago... After returning to Olathe, Kansas to recover from Lindsey, and Vail, I received a call from Joan...

"Hey, look Mark. Before I tell you about this job, I just want you to know, it's not a typical job. You see... the job is two women. They are married lesbians and they want their children to be true siblings. With the same father."

"Lesbians," I thought. I never really knew anyone who was a lesbian. I had heard rumors of girls in school, but I never gave it another thought. None of my business, was my attitude.

"OK," I replied, to Joan. "At the same time, or separately? I have a concern about providing enough of... you know. The cum I have. I have a limited supply, you know. They know that, right? And, will it be at the same time? I mean, it all depends when they are ovulating. Right?"

"They do. First, the two really, really want you to be the father. So do all the other clients, but Ms. Nguyen is rationing you out to the highest bidder now."

"Fuck," I slurred. "That sounds like a cattle auction."

I heard Joan laughing her ass off on the other end of the line. I didn't think it was funny.

"Mark, Ms. Nguyen told you she was making good money with you. This is how she's doing it. It won't be much longer... days really... and you'll be booked until the end of your contract." She paused. "The two clients would prefer being with you at the same time, but they know the ovulating is an issue. In the recent past, they've been ovulating at the same time... within a day or two. But, if when they schedule with you, and one is not ovulating, you will have a follow up with the woman at a later date. They paid to get that guarantee."

"OK. I presume, if they are ovulating at the same time, the time together with them will be in excess of three days. Say, something like five days. And, I'll have to ration my... fuck... I can't believe I'm having this conversation."

Joan again... was laughing her ass off. Still... I didn't think it was funny.

"Thanks right, Mark," she offered, a laugh still in her tone. "Ms. Nguyen suggests two times with the first one, then two times later with the other. She's confident, with your sperm counts so high, you'll be able to get both women pregnant in the same encounter. But, you may have to re-schedule with one, if she's not ovulating. Either way, both women want to be present during the encounter, or encounters. They also want to participate. You know. When you're with one, the other wants to be involved. Like a threesome. I checked your files, Mark. You never reported you've been involved with a threesome. Is that correct?"

"Yep, never done it. I'm gonna go with the flow and let them decide. Good?"

"Good plan. Now, one more thing. Something that Ms. Nguyen has never done. Both women are from Spain... España."

"OK. No big deal, right? They can speak English?"

"They can," she began. "Both women met in the Unites States while studying overseas. When they returned to Spain, they got married. They've been married three years and both women are 22 and 24 years old. Close to your age."

"So... what's the big deal that's never been done?"

"You're going to Spain."

*****

It was different.

First class flight from Kansas City to Madrid. Then, a private jet to Barcelona.

Everyone speaking Spanish. I was told the language in Barcelona is Catalan. A true language and not a dialect. It didn't matter, I had no clue what they were saying.

Two months earlier, Joan expedited my passport... Something I didn't have, until now. Fortunately, I had a Spanish and Catalan speaking chaperon... Pablo. Meeting me at the terminal in Madrid. I had no idea his last name. It sounded like a slur to me, when he told me.

"I'm told you are here to meet two women, Si?"

"I am."

"I was briefed on why you are here." He wiggled an eyebrow at me, and gave me a sly grin.

"It's a good job," I replied, with a sly grin and slitted eyes.

"If I were only so lucky," he said, with his thick Spanish accent. "OK. The rule. Ms. Nguyen's instructions. You are going to a hotel to adapt to the time zone change from America. One night and I will be right across the hall from your room. Here is a phone for you to reach me at any time." I nodded as I took the flip phone. "You are never to leave the hotel, or the house where you will meet your clients, without me escorting you."

"Got it. Never leave without you."

"Muy bueno. Now... let me show you the speed dial on this phone... to reach me."

*****

Pablo said it was a house, but it looked much more than that.

Overlooking the Mediterranean. A few miles north of Barcelona.

I was told by Joan, the two women pleaded for the encounter to occur in their home, but Ms. Nguyen put an end to it. She wanted the control. She hired local, reliable staff for food and housekeeping, along with a former Spanish special forces man for security... Javier. He made all the calls... he was in charge of everything. Reporting directly to Ms. Nguyen. If I needed anything, Javier would get it done.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Javier. Handsome man, well-built and I noticed a shoulder holster with a handgun inside his business suit coat. He was about an inch shorter than me. I was introduced to the staff... none of which could speak English. Pablo was already earning his keep interpreting for me.

"Thank you," I replied, to the staff and Pablo. Turning to Javier... "Have Júlia and Martina arrived?"

"They have. I caught them peeking at you, while I was briefing you on your arrival. They appeared to be excited. Come... I will introduce you."

As I entered the huge living room, the two women were standing together on the other side. Happy, but shy smiles on their lips. They were holding hands, and the one on the left was holding the arm of the other. When I laid eyes on them, my first thought was how skinny the two were. I knew from their dossier, Júlia was five-four, and Martina was five-five. I identified each of them immediately by their photograph.

Each were wearing black leggings and a loose, long sleeve shirt. Both women with coal black, straight hair. Martina... her hair was very long... Down to her ass. Hazel eyes and very feminine facial features. A pretty woman. Her skin, from across the room, appeared very soft, white, and silky.

Júlia... coal black eyes and very dark, broad eyebrows. Exotic and attractive facial features. Her dark hair beyond her shoulders to below her shoulder blades. Júlia's hair on one side, over her shoulder and caressing her chest.

From the dossier and photos, I expected both women to have little, to no tits to play with.

After the quick assessment of my clients, I made to cross the room to greet the two pretty women. Martina stepped forward with a happy smile and Júlia clung to Martina's arm a little closer as she followed. Is Júlia gonna be my timid one?

My best smile, I took the right hand of Martina and kissed it...

"Señora Martina. I have been looking forward to meeting you, ever since I was given your dossier. Thank you for inviting me to España. You are absolutely beautiful and I'm excited to be with you, for the next few days."

"Gracias, Señor Mark," she giggled. "Your English. I have never heard such an accent. It is different, Sí?"

"It is. Texan. And... let's not be so formal, shall we? I am Mark."

"OK," she replied. I could tell both women were shy. "This is my wife, Júlia."

"Júlia..." I took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you for inviting me here. You are so, so pretty. I look forward to our time together. I am in awe with two beautiful women."

"Thank you," Júlia replied, in her very feminine, very thick Spanish accent.

Martina's voice... also feminine, and rich with Spanish accent. Both women... their voices... pleasing to the ears. I caught myself attracted to their voices... sexually.

Then, Júlia... glaring at me with her sweet smile... spoke Spanish. I presume to Martina.

From behind me... Pablo...

"Señora Júlia says you are very pretty, too. She loves your hair and eyes and, you are very tall."

"I love your voice," I offered to Júlia. "It's so romantic, your language and your voice."

"Thank you," she smiled. Then... taking me by surprise... she took my hand and led me to a nearby couch. Gesturing for me to sit down.

After sitting down, she straddled me on her knees... Taking the sides of my neck in into her tiny hands. I put my hands on her hip and back... Slightly looking down on me, her eyes became lustful... her attractive, soft voice, just above a whisper...

"Your reviews... your past women... they write... you are a good kisser."

"Only as good as the one I'm with. Do you like to kiss? I find kissing is one of the most erotic experiences one can have with a partner."

"I do," she slurred, as she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her lips... feather light and soft... "Femininity" popped into my brain to describe her kiss. Her soft, gentle, and barely touching my lips with her tongue... Oh, fuck. This woman knows how to kiss and make it sexy and erotic. Within a few seconds of the best kiss I've ever received, my dick began to swell. With her sitting in my lap, I could feel my growing cock press against her pubis. Within a second, she softly giggled into our kiss and pressed her pubis against me in reply... with an audible exhale into my mouth. I broke our kiss... our lips, just millimeters apart...

"Your kiss is driving me insane," I slurred. "Júlia... are you the one ovulating right now?"

After asking this question, Martina mounted the couch on her knees... very close to my right.

"Sí," Júlia hissed. She kissed me. Slowly at first... then... Aggressively.

"I want you, Júlia," I slurred, through our kiss. When I said that, Martina turned Júlia's head toward her and kissed her. This was the first time I have witnessed two women kissing one another. It was erotic. To see two soft and very feminine women gently duel with their lips and tongue. So erotic, my dick was ready for action. And, with Júlia pressing her pussy against me, I really wanted her bad.

For the next few seconds... as I watched the two lovers kiss, I gently pushed my dick against Júlia. Several times. On the second hump of my hips, I heard Júlia moan into Martina's mouth, followed with soft, yet audible, ragged breathing. The more I humped at Júlia, the more ragged her breathing became. It was like turning up the dial on a stove. And, it became hot...

"Fuck," I slurred. I interrupted their kiss... Removing Júlia from my lap and placing her on the couch with Martina. I stood and faced the two sexy women on the couch... Curiosity in their lusty eyes. I removed my sweater over my head and tossed it to a nearby chair. With that, I saw Pablo and Javier turn and leave the room... Closing the door behind them.

Martina stood and began running her fingers across my chest, belly, and neck. Leaning toward me to kiss me. Fuck. This woman is incredible with her kiss, too. What is it with Spanish women and their kiss? Martina had me breathing ragged as I took her into my arms... pressing her into my chest. Her arms around my neck and standing on her toes. Driving me insane with her gentle, very feminine, and erotic kiss.

Within seconds, I felt two hands on my belt. I pulled Martina to the side... briefly watched Júlia on her knees unfastening my loose pants, and then I kissed Martina again. When Júlia pulled my pants from my hips, I broke contact with Martina, tossed my shoes and socks to the side, and pulled my pants off... tossing them to the side.

With no underwear on, my dick slashed the air like a crazed soldier with a sword. Within microseconds, Júlia began fellating me. Martina turned my head and began kissing me again. Her left hand pinching my right nipple.

There are no words to describe the erotic sensations I was experiencing. Soft, gentle, and sometimes aggressive lips on my dick... and...

Soft, gentle, and sometimes aggressive lips on my mouth...

At the same time.

Fuck.

The sexualization in the moment was intensified as Martina clawed her fingernails through my chest hair while kissing me. Within seconds, Júlia had me standing on my toes. The nerves in my cock sending signals through my pelvis... through my spine... and knocking at the door of the caged beast living in my brain.

"Oh, shit," I wheezed, as Júlia wrapped her fingers around my balls and tugged... hard. Really hard. While her tiny lips pulled hard suction on my corona.

"Get those clothes off," I demanded, with a growl.

Both women stood and raked their loose shirts over their heads. Sending long black hair everywhere, like an explosion. The shirts off and their hair tossed over their shoulders...

My eyes darted to their titties.

Never before have I seen titties so small. On both Júlia and Martina.

Barely visible bulges. If they were any smaller, flat chested would be the description. In fact, I may just describe them like that. Flat chested. Barely visible bulges on their chest. I briefly thought, no wonder they weren't wearing a bra. There was nothing to fill one.

But...

Their nipples. Light brown and very erect. I hissed at the sight of the four stiff nubs. And...

I could see their ribs. On both women. All of their ribs. Their pelvic bones pressing against their skin in the front. Their clavicles doing the same. I shook my head in my thoughts. If these women were any thinner, I would be concerned about malnutrition. Both women couldn't have weighed more than a 100 pounds. Both women with wide, feminine hips.

Both women... furry down below. Doesn't appear to be groomed, yet the fur is not thick. Wispy and thin. Very black. A stark contrast to their milky white skin.

I stepped forward and took Júlia in my arms... leaning forward to kiss her. Pressing her into my body as she wrapped both arms around my neck and stood on her toes. I felt Martina kissing my shoulders from behind. Pressing her pubis against my ass... then rubbing... what I believed to be, her clit... against me.

Within moments, Júlia was wrapping her fingers around my throbbing and needy dick. Gently pumping me, as her erotic kiss continued. Her butterfly like tongue darting through my mouth. I could feel the precum dripping from my tiny slit.

"I want you," I slurred, into Júlia's mouth.

She hissed into my mouth, broke our kiss, took my hand... and Martina's hand... and led the way out of the living room. Soon we were in a huge ass bedroom. The ceiling had to be at least 20 feet tall. A huge ass bed. Everything in the room was beautiful. Modern. White and stainless steel. A clean look.

The three of us on the bed, I took up the position on my side, pulled on Júlia's hips and had her scissor me with her legs. It was then I could smell her... the mind numbing odor of an ovulating woman. I then took her nipple into my mouth and gently bit it. With her hand on the back of my neck and her other hand around the shoulders of Martina...

She wheezed out a few Spanish words. Then, kissed Martina.

I slipped one of my huge fingers into Júlia's slippery pussy and...

"Oh... Déu meu," she softly howled into Martina's mouth. I recognized those words from studying on the flight to Spain... "Oh, my God."

I rubbed the inside front of her pussy with the pad of my fingertip, as I dined on tittie flesh. Licking, sucking, and nibbling. Withing moments, Júlia had both arms around my neck, pulling me off her breast... Júlia breathing ragged breaths and whimpering staccato into my shoulder, as my finger assaulted her sensitive pussy nerves. Right when I sensed she would orgasm, I kissed her. She kissed me in return... Aggressively.

"Fuck me," she whined, with her cute, desperate, feminine, and Spanish accent.

I hissed as the beast began to stir at the thought of fucking such a tiny person.

Quickly, I had Júlia on her back and legs spread. On my knees between her legs, I pointed my stiff dick at her entrance and pushed forward... falling into her waiting arms. My dick slipped through the length of her tiny pussy without any resistance... catching me by surprise. She whimpered at my intrusion. Squeezing me with both arms around my shoulders. Staccato breaths into my neck.

Lying on Júlia, my elbows beside her, and my hands cupping the top and back of her head. Her lips at the bottom of my throat. I lifted my hips for the first of my thrusts...

"Sí!" she squeaked, in her cute voice.

I quickly established rhythmic thrusts... pulling out whines, whimpers, and squeaks from the lips of Júlia... increasing in volume within seconds. Her grip on the back of my neck and across my back... firm. Soon, her fingers were in my hair with a grip. Within two minutes, I had Júlia howling out the first of her orgasms. Her feet and ankles locked together on my lower back. Her legs quivering against my sides... Howls evolving into ragged, staccato screams... in crescendo... into my upper chest.

I fought through her pelvic strength, but after a few thrusts, I had to stop. The beast within me would have escaped the cage, and I would have dumped my precious load into her pussy. Still whimpering beneath me during the pause, Júlia began pulling and pushing on me. After I rose off her chest, she grabbed my arms... then my neck... pulling me into a kiss that was random and without purpose... aggressive kissing. I growled into her lips as the beast and I fought each other.

"That was beautiful," she wheezed, desperately into my mouth. "Fuck me again."

I answered her with an aggressive, hard kiss... again, growling into her lips, as I needed a few more moments to push back the beast from escaping. Júlia answered my pause with an aggressive attempt to fuck herself with my dick still inside her. Her plea...

"More! Oh, Mark... please fuck me! You!... Oh!... you are so wonderful!"

As I thought I had the beast under control...

I placed my hands on the mattress beside Júlia... my dick in her pussy and began rhythmically fucking her again, while on my knees and hovering above her. With each thrust of my hips and waist, I could see the effects of my dick inside Júlia. A bulge on her lower tummy... appearing and disappearing, in sequence with my thrusts. Damn.

Amazingly, with my thrusts, her tiny titties wiggled on her chest. I didn't think it was possible considering the tiny size of her breasts. Júlia's tiny titties were having an effect on the beast within. In no time...

Júlia began twinkling her little clit with her right hand. Fisting the sheets with her left. Her eyes rolling back into her head. Whimpering and whining from her lips and throat, as I fucked her. Spanish muted whimpers from her lips.

Martina kissing my back and shoulders. My arms. My neck. I could feel her ragged breaths on my skin, as I was pistoning Júlia with my thick cock. Within moments...

Júlia seized beneath me. Her eyes had all but disappeared into her skull. Gently quivering. Fists full of bed sheets. Whimpers from her lips. Her boney ribs on full display. Her legs shaking violently beside me. And... her titties...

Ho---ly Fuck!...

The beast!

I thrust into Júlia three more times and stopped. Willing the animal to retreat. I wanted to give Júlia what she paid for. I withdrew from her pussy, and...

"NO! Put it back in!'

The high pitched screech caught me by surprise. On my knees, I closed my eyes and faced the ceiling. Willing the beast to retreat one last time.

I flipped my feather lite lover onto her tummy, pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs, pointed my dick at her drooling pussy entrance, and pushed forward. As my dick slithered through the hot flesh of my lover, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the mattress near her arms...

"YEOH!" she screamed. "Sí!...... Sí!...... Sí!"

Within microseconds, I was slamming my pubis into Júlia's, not so, perky ass. Júlia screaming into the pillow with each impact. Her fingernails clawing at the sheets. I heard Martina gasp beside me. When Júlia...

"Déu!...... Déu!...... Déu!...... OH! Déu!"

The world collapsed into tunnel vision.

The beast...... escaped.

"Ho---ly Fuck!" I wailed.

My body tensed. My eyes blurred. My blood ran hot.

Three forced thrusts with violent impacts into my lover, and...

The beast squeezed my balls.

I lost my mind.

My pelvis contracted and I felt the exquisite sensation of unloading my cargo into a sexy, erotic woman. My mind numb, I briefly heard...

"Sí!...... Sí!...... Sí!"

My next rational thought...

I was lying prone on top of my tiny, skinny lover. Her hand, reaching back and caressing my long hair, as she purred in her throat. I sensed my dick beginning to dwindle.

"Holy shit," I mumbled, as I rolled to the side and landed on my back. "What a fuck."

Within microseconds, Júlia was kissing me as she snuggled into my right side. Martina was slurping my dick... causing my toes to curl.

"Mark," Júlia whispered. "That was wonderful. Thank you." I managed a reply, considering my blood was still on fire...

"Wonderful is an understatement, Júlia. For me... It was absolutely, 1,000%... amazing."

*****

It was another first.

Two hot women bathing me in the shower.

One kissing me... the other scrubbing my neck and back.

"I love your hair, Mark," Martina slurred, into my lips. "It is shiny and very black. The hair is just touching the top of your shoulders. I can't keep my hands from your hair."

I grabbed a fistful of her super long, wet hair...

"What's with this long hair, Martina? I've never seen a woman with such long hair. It's down to your cute ass. It's sexy when it sways against your naked buns."

"Buns?"

"Yeah... you know. Your butt. Your ass. The part that wiggles erotically when I see you walk away from me." I chuckled.

"You like my butt?" she slurred, in a whisper. Then she kissed me. "My hair. I love my hair and I can't stand to cut it. My mother's hair is long, too."

I grabbed a fistful of her right butt cheek and... "I love your ass. There's nothing more erotic than a woman's ass."

I inhaled oxygen through my teeth with a hiss... I closed my eyes and my thoughts.

*****

On the third day with my two lovers...

After breakfast, we took a walk along the beach. Javier a few yards behind us. It was still late winter and there was a chill coming in from the sea. I enjoyed the walk with the two beautiful women. I enjoyed each of them telling me where they grew up, their experiences in America, and when they met...

"We met in a class," Júlia recalled, as she gave Martina a knowing smile. These sexy Spanish accents are hot. "I thought Martina was so beautiful. I had to meet her. After class, I stopped her and introduced myself."

"We were surprised," Martina added. "We were both from Barcelona. After classes, we met at Júlia's house for lunch. I met her roommates and before I knew it, we became friends. We studied together and had girl fun at her house, with her roommates. Then..."

I saw a knowing grin and leer to Júlia. And... Júlia returned the smile.

"One day," Martina continued. "Júlia was sitting beside me on the couch. Touching me with her legs as she wrote in her notes. It was like......... I just had to kiss her."

"Mmm, it was a wonderful kiss," Júlia slurred. Then... she giggled. "Martina kissed me with my roommates sitting on the other couch." She giggled again. "Soon, I had Martina on top of me. My arms around her as we lay on the couch. Kissing each other. I pushed myself against her and Martina moaned into my lips."

"Damn," I whispered, in amazement.

"It was the first time I kissed a woman," Martina offered. "It was an erotic experience. Kissing Júlia. She is soft and gentle. It felt so natural to be with her."

"So," I began, as I stopped and faced the women on that Spanish beach. "You did it right there on the couch. In front of your roommates? How did they react?"

"Mmm," Júlia slurred, as she took my hand and stepped into my personal space... "They joined in, Mark. You see... I chose my roommates carefully." She giggled herself into a laugh.

"Joined in... Really? Right there in the living room?"

"Oh, no," Martina offered. "Sarah and Linda did it on their couch... and Júlia and me did it on the other couch. But, later... we did it together in Linda's bedroom."

"Fuck," I slurred, as I grabbed Martina's hand and began walking back to the house. "You two really know how to get a man worked up."

Ten minutes later...

I had Martina in my arms.

Butt naked.

Both arms around my neck... standing on her toes... pressing her body into mine...

As our lips and tongues gently dueled for control of the other.

"I love your kiss," I mumbled.

"I love everything about you," she slurred. "I am ready for you. I want you. It has been very hard to watch you with Júlia and not have what she has. Give me what you gave to Júlia... please?"

I sensed Martina was apprehensive. A reluctance.

"You seem tense," I offered, as I gazed into her beautiful eyes. "What can I do for you?"

"You are so... molt gran... Big. I am not sure I can have all of you."

"OK... then, you take me. You take control until you want me to take you."

"Sí... OK."

I sat on the bed as I watched Júlia pull Martina's hair back... into a tight, high on the back of the head, pony tail. Then Júlia tied Martina's long ass hair into six-inch sections with a hair tie. The last tie near the end of her long hair. Then, I saw the two women kiss... pinch each other's nipples, and before I knew it...

Martina was on her back... beside me... with Júlia licking her pussy. It was erotic to see the two women going at each other. Júlia focusing on her Martina's little clit and Martina humming out soft pleasures from her throat and lips. Her eyes closed. Her fingers squeezed her nipples. So erotic, I found myself gently stroking my fat cock... precum shining from the tip.

A few minutes later, Júlia had two fingers inside Martina's pussy, while she pulled soft suction on Martina's little clit. And, Martina began wiggling her hips... gently fucking Júlia's fingers, and lips, in reply. Soft whimpering from her lips.

"Damn," I slurred. "You two are so sexy."

My balls began twitching... the beast inside me... waking from a drowsy sleep... listening to the erotic sighs, moans, and whimpers from beside me. If I could, I would give the beast a sleeping pill.

A minute later... A whisper from Júlia... her lips shiny with the juices of Martina...

"She is ready for you."

I nodded... scooted my ass toward the headboard... fluffed a pillow behind my head... and...

"Come here, Martina... Get on top of me... you have control."

To my surprise, Martina rolled toward me and straddled my hips quickly. On both feet... squatting above me... she took my fully engorged dick and aimed it at her entrance. Lowering herself gently onto my dick, she mumbled something in Spanish, as my dick only entered her pussy a few millimeters... meeting significant resistance.

I know it is Catalan, but Spanish is easier for me to pronounce. Anyway...

Gasping, Martina pulled off my dick and made a second attempt. This time, lowering herself and my cock entering her pussy a little further than the first attempt. But not without strangled howling from Martina's lips. Júlia whispered something to Martina and Martina nodded in acknowledgement.

A third attempt... a little further inside my sexy lover, but still... tight resistance.

A fourth attempt.

A fifth attempt.

Before the sixth attempt...

Júlia... "It has been five years since a man has been with Martina."

With a long, soft wail, Martina pushed herself onto my cock.

Fully.

On her knees now, she fell into my waiting arms. Whimpering softly into my ears. Her hands on my neck and her arms tucked into her chest... between us. Her pussy undulating the length of my dick. Damn, she's tight.

"You're good?" I whispered into Martina's ear.

"Big," she croaked into my ear. "You are so deep."

"But... is it good?"

"Yes. Just let me... what to say? I need to..." Then, Martina blurted something in Spanish.

Júlia... "She needs a few seconds to adjust. So far, it is good." Right when Júlia said this...

Martina wiggled her hips and waist... arched her back and pushed her pussy forward. Sliding her pubis against mine with my dick inside her. Then, backward. Forward. Backward. Slowly. Soft whiny growls in her throat.

I thrust upward into her. She whimpered in reply. Again... I thrust at her. With each thrust, I lengthened the thrust. In no time, I was slowly thrusting the full length of her pussy. In no time, she was howling into my neck and shoulder. I pulled her long ass pony tail and made her look me in the eye...

"You make me wanna cum, right now," I growled.

With my words, I saw her eyes roll back... in microseconds she was cumming on my dick. Hard.

Growling loudly from her throat... aimed at the headboard in front of her. Her hand on my throat. Her pussy, waist, and hips quivering on my pubis.

The beast was awake.

I took both hands and spanked her bottom for cumming on me so well. A love tap with a crack of the air.

With her hand still on my throat, she was wailing, as if in pain... into my shoulder and neck. Her back arched and pressed her pussy against me. If her grip on my throat became greater, I would have to pull her from me.

She was still cumming when I began fucking her from below. My arms around her... pressing her into my chest. For a full minute... Martina was howling into my chest, shoulder, and neck. Her arms attempting to pull herself from my grip.

In staccato... In crescendo... with each orgasm I pulled from her. Cries in Spanish from her lips. Again... I spanked her bottom with both hands.

"Again! Hit me!" she whimpered.

I obliged with a sharp crack... echoing from the walls and ceiling. Then...

I quickly rolled with her in my arms. On my knees, hovering above her pussy... I re-inserted myself into her now slippery and tight pussy. Leaning forward, I put my hands into the mattress and hovered above my sexy and erotic Spanish princess. Quickly establishing rhythmic thrusts. The mattress heaving with my thrusts.

My eyes... right to the chest of my lover. Her little titties wiggling erotically on her chest. Her nipples pointing right at me. The beast responded and I had to fight him back toward his cage.

Soon, Martina began twinkling her little clit with her hand, as my thick cock smoothly fucked her pussy. Her other hand wrapped around my arm just above my wrist. Her eyes... often... rolling back. Her whimpers merging into orgasmic, staccato howls in sync with her contractions. Her pussy beating my dick to death with her orgasmic strength.

I had to stop thrusting... To beat the beast back.

"Holy fuck," I croaked. I felt my eyes roll back quickly and return to focus.

In no time, Martina was thrusting herself against me. Fucking herself with my dick. I watched in amazement, as she threw her entire body into the effort. Stiff arming the mattress for leverage to fuck herself. I stood there on my knees and enjoyed the ride.

Three times within a minute, Martina quaked in orgasm. Writhing before me on the mattress. Squealing muted squeals with her contractions. Pushing herself deeply with my dick. Her fingers twisted among the others as she quivered out her orgasm. Her eyes disappearing into her skull, as she quaked. Mumbles from her lips, I couldn't understand. After the third display of orgasm...

She arched her back... grabbed me by the neck... and pulled me into an aggressive kiss...

"Més!... Més!... Més!... Més!" she screamed, into my mouth. Aggressively grabbing my dick and putting me back inside her, as we were in each other's arms. Aggressively writhing against my pubis...

"Fuck me!... Pressa!... Pressa!"

I put my mouth on hers and kissed her... hard. Within seconds, I lifted my hips for the first thrust. Her arms around my shoulders and back. Pulling me into her body. Her legs flailing in the air beside me. After the third thrust...

Martina took her lips from mine. Putting her cheek against mine. Wheezing herself into a fantastic orgasm. Her legs quivering against my sides. Then, she locked her ankles onto my lower back. I continued to fuck her.

I was now in full battle with the beast. Neither of us gaining any ground. I thrust and fought. Thrust. Fought. Thrust. Fought. While I brought Martina into another amazing orgasm. Her orgasmic screech beside my ear...

My resolve folded.

The beast ran over me like a truck.

My thrusts were for naught. Her pussy clamped onto me and I couldn't move my dick inside her, despite my efforts. My muscles froze in anticipation of my orgasm.

The beast squeezed my balls. I lost my mind. All that mattered was dumping my load into my Spanish lover... to receive the ecstasy within my entire body and brain.

I couldn't breathe. I lost control of my entire body. Frozen in time in the arms of my lover. I was self-consumed. No hearing. No sight. No feeling. Then...

I felt my cum leave my tiny slit and spill into the hot pussy that had a choke hold on my cock. The exquisite sensation consuming my soul with each pelvic contraction of my body.

"Ho---ly Fuck!" I roared, into my lover's neck.

Within seconds, I felt the beast release my balls and begin slithering up my spine for its home in my brain.

"Holy shit," I croaked. I arched my back and looked upon my lover. "Amazing," I managed.

A smile. A happy smile. Martina said something in Spanish, but whatever it was, it sounded good to me.

I kissed her. She kissed me with both arms around my neck. My dick withering inside her pussy...

"Thank you," she mumbled into my lips. "That was amazing."

*****

The flight back to America was long.

Weather grounded the flight in Dublin and the wait was long. An overnight stay, I was on a flight the next day to Houston.

During the flight over the Atlantic, my Spanish recollections...

I fucked those women four times each, in five days.

Once, while Martina was on her back, and Júlia was on top of her... Making out... I fucked both those pussies so near to one another... one for a minute... the other for a minute. Repeat. Dumping my load into Martina, then fingering some of my cum from her pussy and placing it into Júlia's pussy.

They loved it, they told me. And, on the last day...

Their suggestion after breakfast and the morning walk... A threesome of oral sex. It would be a first for me. Two women fellating me and sucking my balls at the same time, while reclined against the headboard of the bed. Those girls had my toes curled within moments.

Júlia seemed to have an attraction to my foreskin. Pulling it forward beyond my corona and inserting her tongue through the foreskin opening... Teasing my tiny slit with the tip of her tongue. And... Martina sucked my balls so hard, I was certain she would pull one from my body with the hard suction. I love it.

On the fourth day... At Júlia's suggestion, the three of us formed a triangle on the bed. Júlia sucked my dick, while I ate Martina's pussy... while Martina ate Júlia's pussy. After a few minutes, we exchanged partners. I was overwhelmed with the mind searing aroma of an ovulating woman... really, ovulating women.

I have to say, the memorable moments was alone time with each of the lovers. Just oral sex. Júlia and Martina soon found they love the way I go down on them. To my surprise, I found it erotic to go down on a woman... au natural. Furry, yet not very much fur, with these two... Wispy fur.

Side note... I had one client who didn't do the job down there, and it was a dense forest. Not a pleasant experience for me to find my way through the thicket. But, I managed to bring her to orgasm sucking on her little clit.

For each of my Spanish lovers, I brought them to orgasm with my lips and tongue, immediately followed by passionate fucking.

On the last day, and it was near the time to leave, I could only offer a tiny drop of cum to Júlia. But I left her in bed, well fucked. As I rolled out of bed for the bathroom, Júlia was still writhing out her last orgasm... Whimpering like a little puppy... still clawing at the sheets with her fingernails and her legs crossed into an unnatural position... quivering throughout her body.

Martina followed me into the bathroom. Kissing me as I pissed into the toilet. Then... Fellating me on her knees when I finished. Then...

"I counted her orgasms, Mark," she whispered, into our follow up kiss. "Nine. I've never seen Júlia cum so many times. And..." She kissed me. Her arms around my neck... Pressing her naked body against mine. "I will miss you. And... thank you for helping us have a family. I will never forget you because of the child you have given me."

Within an hour, I was in the arms of both women. Kissing them goodbye, while Javier and Pablo waited patiently at the front door to take me to the airport. I was gonna miss them, too. An eerie, unexpected attraction to those two Spanish vixens.

And, I was exhausted. Which surprised me, considering the daily workouts and three mile runs I did during the waiting period between jobs.

I was also surprised at my aroused state of being with such skinny women. Their bony stature and tiny titties turned me on. Fuck... I'm getting an erection sitting in my first class seat back home, just thinking about Júlia and Martina.

Staring at my boner... hopeful no one will notice...

"Can I get you anything, Mr. Powers?"

I blinked. My heart jumped into my throat. I blinked again, as I turned to face the hot stewardess standing beside my seat...

"Uh... yeah. Sparkling water, please. Lemon twist, if its available."

I arched my eyebrows as I caught those sexy blue eyes darting to my pants. I saw her blink. Twice.

Within seconds, I had a cocktail glass of water in my hand. Then, I saw the blue-eyed blonde speaking with another stewardess and the brunette turned and looked right at me.

I smiled.

She returned the smile.

For the remainder of the flight to Houston, those two gave me a lot of attention. About two hours before landing, I received a small note from the blue-eyed, brunette... with a smile and a wink. Opening the note...

"Emily and I would love for you to join us at our hotel tonight. Perhaps we could buy your dinner. Captain Sally Morris would be interested in joining us as well. Imagine the possibilities after dinner, Mr. Powers."

If I wasn't on contract, I would take the offer. What 21 year old would turn down an offer to fuck two, super-hot flight attendants, along with their captain? Wait... perhaps there's a loophole. I pulled my phone from my carryon, launched the operating system, and logged onto the aircraft Wi-Fi... a Threema message...

"Joan... I just received a... 'once in a lifetime,' offer from two stewardesses, and the captain. Any chance Ms. Nguyen will let me... you know... Party with three women for one night?" Five minutes later... the reply....

"If it were up to me, I would allow it. But... I just called Ms. Nguyen and you know the answer... No."

"Thanks for asking." Then a grin appeared on my lips... "You really would let me go for it?"

"Of course, if you let me join in. Along with my two boyfriends."

I blinked.

Twice.

Fuck.

I was literally surprised and shocked at Joan's reply. I gently shook my head in disbelief.

"Joan," I mumbled, and drew out her name. I swallowed hard at the thought of working with Joan these past few months. I never imagined she would be into the group sex. My response...

"Wow... I didn't expect that reply. It's crazy how one imagines another, whom you have never met, in person."

"It is crazy, Mark. I receive and read each of your reviews. It's crazy how one knows another without meeting them in person. You can never imagine how I look forward to the next review. I wish my boyfriends were half of what your clients write."

"Boyfriends. I have never had a girlfriend in my life. I don't count Nicole... She was just horny. I also have never known a woman with two boyfriends. I would take you for coffee, if Ms. Nguyen would allow it. I would love to hear your experiences."

"Since you began at New Horizons, I have taken some pointers from your reviews and introduced them into my love life. My boyfriends are slow learners."

"Sad news. I bet you're the better of the three when it comes to your relationships."

"Sadly, that's true. Back to business... Ms. Nguyen wants a briefing on your trip to Spain. She mentioned she likely won't allow overseas travel again, because of the expense and logistics."

"I look forward to returning to Houston."

Unfortunately...

I declined the offer of Emily and Carla.

This story is continued in the next submission.