Incredibly, the desire had grown again. That urgent, all-consuming need to breed more of them was already there even as the joy of Anna’s impregnation filled him. He had to have more, as soon as fucking possible. And after Anna’s long torture, he wanted control. Fen’s strategy could take a seat on the bench. He was subbing in, right fucking now, and he was going for the goal.
As soon as Anna was off him he turned the other way, pushing the body he found there down and rolling on top of her. It was Xiang, Mei’s tiny skinny doctor friend, and she gave an excited gasps and spread her legs eagerly for him. She was so eager, so excited, her tight body squirming so much he had to pin her down to get himself lined up. This was going to be fast, but he wasn’t going to rush the best parts at the beginning and the end.
The middle, that was the part he would rush. He felt her heavenly slickness surround his tip and delighted in watching her react as he slowly pushed in. The thrill of conquest, the absurdly pleasurable sensations, her incredible urgency and passion, that faraway look in her wise eyes as she reveled in the feeling of penetration that she had craved all day. It was again just so fucking incredible, so unique, so right. Instantly burned into his memory.
Finally, they were fully joined, his cock pressed deeply against her cervix, already at that most pleasurable spot, feeling the potential there, just knowing she was so fertile for him, so ready to explode with joy. Oh, heavenly fuck. There might be no middle at all.
“So soon, I’m going to fucking do it so soon,” he breathed, starting to move in her.
“Yes! Do it!” she cried, going wild under him, bucking and thrashing as he sped up.
And he did. Just a few more hard thrusts brought him to the brink and he pressed deep inside her, finding that perfect spot again and blasting off into orgasm, spurting right onto her cervix, and the certainty of her impregnation came just seconds later. She would bear his child. This stranger, this kind, wise doctor, this tiny ageless beauty, was already making an amazing baby for him. The incredible joy spread through them as they shared their first and last kiss.
More. Fuck. Immediately. Desperate fucking need. More babies, right now. He rolled off of Xiang onto his back and pulled Guanyu the flight attendant immediately onto him. She was a literal dream come true. For years it had been a guilty pleasure to fantasize about women like her whenever he flew here. Oh my god, the Asian airlines all have the most incredible flight attendants. He always flew the various Asian airlines when he could, telling his wife and colleagues that it was for the food, but really it was for them. They were otherworldly beauties, so sweet, so slender, so impossibly hot, almost all of them. Especially Korean Airlines, with their light blue and white uniforms, their hair tightly up in pins, and their impossibly adorable sexy voices. How the fuck were their voices all so cute and sweet and sexy? Did they have classes for that? He could clearly hear in his mind the way they said “ladies and gentlemen” over the intercom, like they were making sweet love to the ears of every passenger. He had always fantasized about them, flying through Incheon whenever possible.
Guanyu was on him, his tip nestled in her slick hot entrance. God, what a body. She was perfect, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, but even more exciting was the thought that she could bring them to him. So many gorgeous China Airlines flight attendants like her.
She began to push onto him slowly, gasping in pleasure at the unbelievable sensation she had ached for.
Another incredible moment of conquest burned in his memory, her gorgeous body stretching open, welcoming him, that far-away look in her beautiful eyes. His fantasy finally coming true. Really fucking happening right now. Now, right now, they were finally fully joined, her hips squirming against him, her pussy clenching on his throbbing shaft, her womb so hungry for him, so desperate for his seed. She began to ride him with incredible, urgent passion.
“More flight attendants,” he breathed, “you are so fucking hot. I need more.”
“Yes!” she cried, the thought seeming to drive her wild as she sped up, bucking her hips with each thrust, her quivering body already building to an epic climax. “China Airlines will serve you so well.”
“No, not just China Airlines. All of them. Singapore Airlines. Hainan. Garuda.”
“Yes!” she cried, loving it, tightly embracing his plan and his shaft, wanting so much for him to have them all, and pounding her body on him, her climax so close.
“Japan Airlines, ANA, Thai Airlines, Cathay!”
“Yes, Jim, yes! I will bring them all! I’m coming!”
“Asiana! Oh, fuck!” He was at the brink. “Korean Airlines!” he roared, pulling her spasming body down tight on him and blasting deep into her. She bucked and squirmed out the rest of her orgasm, gasping and moaning in his ear at the impossible pleasure of it. They clung together, stunned, overwhelmed, coming down from the incredible experience slowly, and then the joy hit. She was bearing his child. Sweet perfection, absolute bliss again, completely unique again, the moment seared in his memory, happy tears filling their eyes.
She kissed him tenderly, then jumped up and started getting dressed, saying “I have to get to the airport!” She could start now. It was her home airport so she knew exactly where to go to find them, every crew lounge and every out of the way bar and restaurant where they congregated between flights. She would find them, the very best of them, and somehow convince them to schedule a layover here this week. How would she persuade them? She had to think of a way. She didn’t know yet how miraculously easy it would be, as long as she made eye contact. And then tonight she would be on the last flight to Seoul Incheon, the hub for both Asiana and Korean Airlines. She had seen what the thought of those two did to Jim. She would do whatever she could to recruit the very best of them. There were so many of them, but there was so little time. How many could possibly change their schedules in time? How could she, a stranger, possibly convince any of them? But she had to try.
Jim was an animal in heat, furiously driven, overwhelmed with desire for more conquests, more babies. Huifen the ballerina was quickly in position on top of him, her slender, elegant body stretched out, so eager, so hot for him, his raging erection already pressing into her entrance. Time slowed down again for that magic, unique, wonderful moment of conquest, feeling every millimeter and memorizing every detail as the elegant slender beauty gasped out her overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction of finally taking him inside her. He caressed the outline of her incredibly lithe body shape, needing to confirm that it was real, as she slowly filled herself with him, and she responded to his every touch with sexy shivers and stretches. “Oh my god!” he gasped, his eyes going wide in recognition. She was doing it. The Citra thing. That same uninhibited physical expression of pleasure, that same insanely sexy fluid responsiveness to his every touch. It wasn’t just a Citra thing. It wasn’t an Indonesian thing. It was a dancer thing. Of course it was. Putting feelings into movement, that was what dance was all about. Was Citra a dancer? He’d have to ask later.
It was so tragic that he had gotten to her when he was in this state, so keyed up, so in need. He desperately wanted to hang on, to enjoy her lithe flexible body in every position, to revel in that insane feedback loop of urgent, fluid responsiveness that he knew was just getting started. But he was already close.
No! He had to stop, come in someone else, come back to her. Maybe that would help.
He pushed her off and quickly rolled on top of Zhu the tennis coach. She was young, maybe still in college, with glowing smooth skin, a darling sweet face, and a lovely slender hourglass body. And so eager and hot for him. He speared through her hymen and deep inside her as she cried out in surprise and pleasure, the virus of course having prevented any pain. He savored the moment of conquest for a just a few seconds, and then three deep strokes was all it took and he was coming, pressed tightly against her cervix. He almost apologized mid-orgasm for it being so fast, for giving her such a rude and brief first time, but she was already babbling her thanks and crying with the joy that welled up and filled them both as they both felt the precious new life begin. There was nothing to apologize for. It was perfect, glorious, right. It could not be better.
Huifen roughly pushed him off of Zhu and was back on him in seconds in an impossible splits position, riding him sensuously, sexily writhing at his every caress of her elegant limber body, her skin so smooth, her muscles tense, her gasps and moans so urgent. Fluid and responsive like Citra but her body could do so much more, an elite dancer-athlete, capable of impossible stretches and contortions with infinite grace and control. Fuck. She was just too good. Already again? Damnit. She whined in protest as he pushed her off again.
He pushed Tung-Mei, the yoga instructor, onto her knees and got behind her. No ceremony, no build up. Both of them were maxed out anyway, there couldn’t be anything higher to build up to. Could there? Desire and lust and the need to breed so far beyond what either of them had ever imagined before. He pushed the first inch into her, reveling in the sensations and the conquest, blown away by the sight of her glorious toned yoga body shape. Oh my god, he needed more yoga girls. And he knew she would get them for him. He would hardly have any time with her. Her limber toned body could do so much, so many amazing possible positions, but it was just impossible to take his time now. He’d have her do just one yoga position. “Downward dog,” he said, and she lifted her ass up toward him, straightening her legs, her powerful body lifting him up off his knees and onto his feet as her motion drove his cock deep into her. At the end of that first stroke when he pressed deep into her against her cervix and found that perfectly pleasurable spot, he was already coming, spurting deep inside her, putting his baby in her womb. He stroked her deeply a few more times as his orgasm washed over him in absurdly pleasurable waves, then fell back on the bed as the joy of impregnation again filled him and she cried out her thanks.
Huifen had the last vacant womb in the room. She was eagerly climbing back on, this time in a reverse cowgirl crouch with her feet far apart, her impossibly perfect balance and flexibility and body shape blowing his mind again.
“More,” he turned to the others, his voice cracking with desperate urgency. “Get me more, right now.” He knew he’d soon need somewhere else to come, or else he’d have to be done with Huifen too soon. “The five models from this morning. The Russian soccer team. Get them here now!”
The models were amazing and it would be sad to do them quickly, but they had been craving him since morning, so it would be cruel not to do them first. The Russian girls were nameless gorgeous strangers he hadn’t even really met. He had only glanced momentarily at them, claiming them from the helicopter, and then caressed their arms briefly on his way to the stairs, but he had the obscene urge to invade and pound them quickly, almost in revenge for their country’s barbaric invasion of Ukraine. Also he had sensed that one of the Russian girls was over-ripe like Norika had been, needing his seed soon or she’d miss her chance. He needed their pussies here as soon as possible.
Guanyu was dressed, or close enough. She held her unbuttoned shirt closed and hurried down the stairs to get Jim the pussies he needed. Several new recruits who had arrived after Jim stared at the half-dressed woman in shock and whispered to each other. Jim’s roar of “Korean Airlines” had come during a lull in the party noise a few minutes earlier, producing giggles and confusion. What was going on up there?
Huifen was doing it to Jim again, utterly blowing his mind. “Please, go slow,” he begged her. She whined but complied, sensuously sliding onto him with agonizingly slow strokes, her incredible body shape and fluid movements an absolute dream. Oh my god it was so fucking great. He felt like crying, it was so tragic to have so little time with her, just so over the top amazing how they turned each other on, how sexily she responded to everything he did, how contagious her excitement was, and how much her body could do with elegant fluid grace. He had to hold on. But he also knew that as soon as he let go, she would turn her focus to finding him more dancers. What if they were all like her and Citra? Oh my god. That thought was too much. He had to push her off again already, find another pussy to come in. She cried out in protest, tears in her eyes, so desperate, so frustrated.
He stood up and rushed out to meet the first of the models as she came up the stairs, a tall skinny Chinese beauty. Another elite model like Zhi and Dongmei, just an absurdly hot goddess. He needed her so urgently. She was in a skirt. Good. He spun her to face the wall at the top of the stairs and roughly pushed her skirt up and her panties to the side. There was no time to unwrap this present fully. He was still at the brink from Huifen. He pushed deep into her incredible model body, watching his raging shaft disappear into her sweet, new, fertile pussy between her smooth, perfect butt cheeks, his hands gripping her impossibly tiny waist.
“Bai,” he breathed her name urgently as he remembered it, “here’s my baby!”
Conquest and orgasm together all at once, spasming deep inside her clenching pussy as she cried out in joy and gratitude. This was fucking great too. Maybe he didn’t always need more time with them. Taking this preposterously hot model so quickly was its own new kind of fun. Just insane to waste her like that. But he could. He had so many more where she came from.
He heard gasps from downstairs. Shit. He was not out of sight of the party below. He looked down and felt his eyes twitch madly as he saw three strangers looking up at him. They were with Ameera, that lovely Malaysian soccer player from the van ride this morning. Fucking hell yeah. Three more like Ameera, gorgeous, lithe, exotic Malaysian college athletes. He watched their expressions change from one kind of shock to another as the miracle took them and made them his. Ameera smiled up at him then stepped close to his three new exotic thralls, whispering to them as they squirmed in desire.
The next model was by his side getting in the same position, panties already around one ankle and hiking her dress up. It was Sun Hee, a sweet willowy Korean model. He took her trembling hand and brought her with him a few steps farther out of sight of the stairs then turned her to face another wall. God, what an impossibly hot slender model body, and that face, sweet enough to be a Korean Airlines flight attendant. Eager, urgent, darling, burning with desire for him. The joy of knocking up Bai was just hitting him as he stepped behind Sun Hee, his desire somehow ratcheting up even higher. He pressed into her glorious heavenly slickness, taking her virginity, claiming her amazing body, reveling in the moment, searing it in his memory, and managing to get in a few long deep strokes before pushing deep into her, finding that perfect most fertile spot deep inside her and blasting off into another absurdly powerful orgasm. He stayed in her, kissing her and stroking deeply as his orgasm subsided and the joy broke over them both.
Next up the stairs was Francesca, a tanned and wildly sexy Italian model. He watched her while he stayed deep inside Sun Hee, basking in waves of bliss together and savoring a few final deep strokes. Francesca got her panties off and her skirt hiked up. She was panting in need, burning with desire, her hands on the wall next to him, her legs far apart, her hips pushing back against imagined thrusts from him that she had craved all day and that she knew were finally coming soon. He pulled out of Sun Hee and stepped behind her. What a glorious sight, what a gorgeous tanned body, perfect skin and incredible tight curves, just on fire with desire for him and for his seed in her womb. He didn’t waste a second, pushing deep into her fertile body, claiming her, basking in the sensation and the satisfaction of conquest of this luscious tanned model, then pounding her deeply as he flew toward another epic climax. The force and speed of his thrusts somehow shocked his body into allowing him to do it a little longer. Going slower and savoring the conquest would have made him come almost instantly, but doing it hard right away somehow made time slow…
