Is it not a thin line between getting paid for services or offering services to have a good life? Or is it exactly the same, and the payment is just in different currencies? Check out all these girls these days; they’re only interested in rich men; age doesn’t matter. The older, the better. Why do we call them gold diggers? Is what they are doing not the same thing as what prostitutes do? Opening their legs to get paid, the difference is they are paid in jewelry and handbags.
That’s how I felt in the beginning, at those very exclusive parties from Anna, the Russian woman we met in the hotel. Well, “meeting” is a big word; she held Beate down on the floor with both hands so she couldn’t go anywhere, and I could knock her up.
After Beate left Playa del Carmen, I decided to call Anna and go visit her at her mansion, some 20 km (12 miles) outside Playa del Carmen. We agreed to meet at 2 PM the next day.
Yes, it was a mansion. Opulent gardens, terraces everywhere, two or three swimming pools, and 3 or 4 floors, depending on what part of the mansion you were in, and two large garages with SUVs and Porsches. The mansion was half hidden and hard to find. A real “retreat.” The taxi driver had trouble finding the address I got from Anna, but finally, we found it.
Anna was happy to see me, welcomed me, and offered to show me the mansion first, and then we should discuss business. While walking me through all the different parts of the mansion, showing me at least 15 bedrooms, many bathrooms, two kitchens, an indoor pool, a sauna, and so on, she explained what kind of parties were being held here.
I give one party each month, and my guests pay me 5,000 USD to participate. Everything else is included in the price, such as food, drinks, and whatever else the guest needs. Secrecy is very important; these are very rich and important people. What happens here, stays here. The staff who work for me get 2,500 USD per party, cash, regardless of whether they work in the kitchen, serve drinks, or fuck a guest. The staff signs up front a binding contract with an NDA, so nobody talks.
I am interested in you working for me as a fucker, Anna explained. As I helped you successfully breed that blue-eyed girl in that hotel, outside your room, in the hallway, and once I saw your cock, I knew I wanted to have you for my parties as my newest fucker.
At the first four parties, you can choose freely which woman you want to fuck at the party. That way you get used to the parties. If you do not wish to fuck any woman at your first party, that’s fine too. But at the latest, at party number two, you will fuck a woman of your choice. And don’t worry, the rich are always pretty, Anna said, smiling at me. At the other six parties in that same year, I will preselect three women for you, of whom you will choose one and fuck her. This is all in the agreement I would give you. If, of those three women, you can fuck two of them at the same party, you get 5,000 USD per party, but it must be two good fucks.
We do, of course, have other fuckers, but they are either gay, lesbian, or bi. I want you as my new hetero fucker. You will only be in touch with women here. If you want a BI contract, just let me know.
But you can make much more money if you want. We have “specials” that we offer after an agreement has been reached between the two participating parties, which would be you and the female guest. I am simply the provider. Of course, these “specials” have a price. The 5,000 USD is merely the entry fee.
I will now explain those specials to you: Two or three months ago, a wife wanted to get knocked up by a masked stranger. I did not have any hetero fuckers that night, and she didn’t want a BI, so I promised her I’d do my best to find someone. Of course, if the client wants, she might be masked too, or at least, unrecognizable. Or maybe she wants you to see her face. If you take your disguise off, that’s your choice.
In your contract, you will find what we pay for each special wish. For example, fucking without a condom gets you an extra 2,500 USD per party. Remember, these rich people are very keen on their health and are “clean.” You will have to get monthly medical checks as well if you want to earn that extra money.
Besides the no-condom bonus, successful breeding also has an extra bonus; that’s why party dates change every month, to match the fertile cycle of the female guests who booked a breeding. The breeding bonus depends on what I have agreed on; you get 50%, but a minimum of at least 5,000 USD you get on top of the standard party fee.
Some other special requests I receive could be, for example, no consent, truth or dare games, the husband watching, mother and daughter threesomes, or guests wanting to get fucked in public, and so on. Each bonus depends on what I agree on with the guest, but you get 50%. And of course, I will tell you the bonus sum before the party starts.
From my side, I expect you to be able to do your duties, stay fit, and fuck those lovely women. Ah, I almost forgot, you get plenty of Viagra from me for free. I simply want your cock to always be hard.
“What do you think?” Anna asked me.
“Well, it sounds almost too good to be true,” I answered. “My biggest worry is if, on the specific party day, I am sick or I cannot perform, although the Viagra will help me with that last issue.”
“If you are sick, you are sick. As simple as that. You do not get paid, but it is not a problem,” Anna reassured.
“Good, I am in.” I said, giving Anna my passport so she could make a copy of it and set up the contract.
“Very well, I am very happy!” Anna smiled at me. “Give me ten minutes to set up the agreement; you can read it here or back home, as you wish, and let me know if it is OK for you or not.”
She came back with the agreement, which was only two pages, and after reading it carefully, I signed it. She made a copy for me and said we should celebrate with champagne. But we still had to take some pictures because she would use them for the negotiations.
“No problem, let’s do it now,” I said.
The pictures that she needed were, among others, of my body, without showing my face; shots of my bulge in tight jockeys; and close-up pics of my flaccid cock, of my hard cock, and of my balls. Made sense. We are selling an experience here, not an illusion. The flaccid cock and balls part was the easy part, but now I had to get aroused.
“I can help myself if you are OK with it,” Anna said.
“Yes, sure, thanks, Anna,” I replied.
“Come with me.” And she led me to the nearest bedroom.
Did I describe Anna? No, only that she was in her early 40s. She reminded me of that porn star from the past, called Greta Milos, but with bigger boobs. Blonde-red half-long hair, natural boobs, about 1.65 m (5.4), slender, and typical “Russian eyes,” very sexy. I would have picked her up in the Blue Parrot as well, just as any cute babe. I would do it here for free!
I think Anna had this planned all along. As I walked behind her, following her towards the bedroom she was looking for, her ass had this nice female sway, inviting me to grab it, and I believe she either pulled up or her skirt had hiked up by accident, because I could see the black elastic band of her stockings. At the same time, I believe her right hand was unbuttoning her blouse, because I did recognize that typical hand movement of unbuttoning, but I couldn’t see it properly, as I was walking behind her.
She gave me a little wanting look over her shoulder and gently took me by the hand, guiding me, taking me with her as her trophy, making sure that my body would be very close to hers.
She was seducing me in a very sensual way, with little erotic hints, telling me that she was very fuckable.
We reached the bedroom, and she switched on some soft lights. The first thing I noticed is that the bed was round and had a large round ceiling mirror above it in the same dimensions as the bed, and the cabinet doors had large mirrors too, making the room not only bigger but also allowing you to see your own, copulating from various angles.
As she turned around, facing me, her blouse indeed had all buttons open and was only partially covering her black see-through open bra. Her DD-sized tits were being pushed up nicely, and I didn’t need Viagra at all. Her 3-minute seduction walk, with all those subtle sexy hints, had made my cock fully erect, now twitching with sexual lust.
She looked down at my shorts, seeing the big effect she had on me, and looked at me lustfully in the eyes. She took two steps towards me, raised her mouth close to my left ear, and as she whispered that she was not using any protection, her left hand gently brushed against my bulge.
My cock couldn’t get any harder!
She took off her blouse to offer a full view of her pushed-up naked tits, her skirt, and squatted in front of me, her face inches away from my bulge, and gave the shorts fabric a mushy kiss while looking at another large mirror, which was placed on one of the room’s walls. Looking up and making eye contact, she kneeled, and her small hands undid the button, followed by slowly pulling the zipper down.
You could now see the jockeys I was wearing, and under the tight underwear, the lump looked even bigger. Anna pulled down the shorts completely, and I stepped out of them. Seeing the large protrusion, she put her face flat on my jockeys, next to my vertical appendage, measuring its length, again looking at that mirror on the wall.
She placed both her hands flat on my cock, admiring it for two or three seconds, and, as she kept eye contact, raised her hands towards the elastic band of my underwear, placing her thumbs inside and pulling my underwear down. My rampant cock bounced out, hitting her lips. She gave the shaft a long, spontaneous lick and pulled my underwear further down to my ankles. Once I stepped out, my cock stood proudly erect in front of her lips. She gave the shaft another three or four licks, all the way from the base up to the mushroom.
Her soft hand gently pulled back my foreskin as far as possible, and a long rope of precum was hanging from the cock slit. Anna sucked in the rope of cum, swallowing it, and licking her lips clean with her tongue, and subsequently her mouth was engulfed in one gulp by the big cock mushroom. While she filled her mouth with my cock, she kept looking at the wall mirror, as if she was forcing her cuckold to watch us, like a true hotwife, giving a blowjob to a stranger.
She aligned her mouth a little bit more to my cock, relaxing her experienced throat muscles, and started a slow back-and-forth motion. As my cock was now sinking deeper in the back of her throat, she switched to breathing through her nostrils while keeping the steady throat-fuck rhythm.
It has been a while, she thought, but her gag reflex was still worn down by all the practice she had in the past and not sensitive at all, compared to that very first time, when she was a young woman. She tried it for the first time on her 18th birthday, having a foursome with two of her coed BFFs and a big Black football player.
That first time, she had to gag and cough excessively. But Anna was determined to be successful in deep-throating and visited the football player from that moment on every day, mornings and evenings, practicing twice a day on his large black cock. After three weeks, the sensitivity of her gag reflex was almost gone, to the point where she was quite comfortable taking a very large dildo deep in and out of her throat without any troubles.
As Anna now had my entire cock inside her throat, she stopped the in-and-out thrusting and started humming while keeping my cock still, as deep as possible. Those vibrations gave me very crazy good sensations, to the point that if we continued like this, I would for sure fill her stomach with my cum.
With her nails, she first scratched my chest, playing with my hard nipples, and then switched to squeezing my bum, next inserting one finger in my ass and massaging my prostate as the other hand caressed my balls.
She stopped humming and started giving little throat spasms on my cock while my anus received a second finger as deep as possible from her. Quickly, she started moving both middle and index fingers in and out, semi-fisting my back door.
But Anna knew I would not be able to endure these pleasures much longer, and she still needed to get fucked by me in front of that large wall mirror, a mirror that was used in the usual way from the bedroom side but was transparent from the other side. On the other side of that two-way mirror was a viewing room, just like a little theater, with a capacity for up to eight persons.
Watcher-clients paid extra to anonymously observe the action in the little bedroom. Normally, you could simply pay a small amount of money for the so-called “shared watching” and hope for the best because you could not determine the program or book it exclusively, be in the watcher room alone, and get the program you booked.
This time, the client had paid a large sum of money to see Anna herself fucking a stud. He had seen Anna at those parties, but she was never participating, as far as he knew. And this triggered him. Anna was a hot woman, and he desperately wanted to see her fuck. So, he simply paid for it. The man she was blowing right now—she didn’t know him either and had never seen his face before. Which was a nice surprise, because he had already seen the faces and bodies of the usual staff fuckers here. He made a mental note to thank Anna for this little goodie.
He also requested bareback fucking and was not disappointed. Money well spent!
What the watcher did not know, and neither did I, was that the “watcher room” had six automated cameras. Four of them would film the bedroom action for a soon-to-be porn movie. The four filming cameras were mounted in different spots, so if properly edited, you would get this IMAX feeling where you felt like you were IN the porn movie.
The other two cameras took only photos, and one of them only black & white photos. Especially when a Black staff-fucker was drilling a white wife and being photographed in black and white, sales would skyrocket. The obscene contrast of a large black rod fucking her bareback, halfway inside a white married cunt, was simply a sales hit.
Once those porn movies had been cut and edited, Anna would promote them at the next party, showing little movie trailers, just like a Hollywood movie. Anna had an online platform for those movies; you didn’t even have to wait till the next party and could simply buy them as downloads. It was also possible to buy the original uncut movie, which was even more realistic and 100% true.
The photos were automatically being sold online, as downloads, through a legal photo studio Anna owned.
The staff fuckers in those pictures and movies would, as always, automatically receive 50% of the turnover.
Anna stopped her actions with me, took my cock slowly all the way out of her throat, and pulled back her two fingers. It was time that Anna’s cunt should be torn apart. At least, that is what she expected from my girth. The cock length was exactly right, she thought, probably 1 cm (half an inch) too long, so it would hit her womb with each thrust and give her an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. And its girth? Well, Anna thought, she might get “fucked for real,” smiling at her own little joke.
Anna crawled on all fours towards the mirror, getting her face as close as possible but leaving some space for hard cock thrusts between her and the mirror itself.
She looked lustfully over her shoulder at me, while her well-lubricated slit was inviting me, in her broken English, to “make baby, stud.”
Boss’s order, I thought. I kneeled behind her welcoming cunt and gave it two big licks.
I simply could not resist tasting her. I wanted to lick her again, but Anna added, “Stuff my cunt, big boy.” Indicating that she needed it as much as I did.
I grabbed my twitching cock with my right hand, shoved aside her tiny little thong, and placed my cock head between her swollen cunt lips, not even waiting with my first hard thrust to check if it was in place. If it wasn’t, it would slip in anyway; that was how wet Anna was. It went in one-third.
“AAAAARGH!” Anna screamed, looking directly at the mirror, my cock abusing her pussy. Her face was contorting from a delicious mix of pain and penetration pleasure, her cunt walls trying to cope with the abusive invasion.
I gave Anna another very hard thrust, which made her place one hand flat on the mirror to stop herself from being rammed forward.
“OOOOH,” she screamed, her cunt being stuffed so well, “this man is heaven!” You could see her face grimacing, showing how hard her pussy was working to accommodate the entire phallus.
Since this was a job interview, I didn’t want to let my new employer down. I thrust hard again, and Anna could do nothing but scream. Tears welled up in her eyes from the painful pleasure she was getting. I thrust hard again and went balls deep inside her.
“OOOOH!” Anna moaned now, her cunt walls being able to stretch enough to reduce the pain, and the pleasure became the main character inside her. I stayed still, deep, not moving for a minute, to give her a chance to get used to my cock, after which I started a steady but fast rhythm of breeding her.
Anna could only groan from the ramming she was getting, “ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH!” And forgot all about her business, the mirror, and the client, and simply became the fertile bitch in heat she was. Her cunt started to react as it was meant to do, by pressing like a bench vise on my rod, trying to milk my full of cum balls as soon as possible.
Anna’s pleasure built, turning her groaning into a desperate wailing; a piercing cry escaped her, a sound of pure despair, her rising climax closing in quickly. I gave her two more hard thrusts, and the sight of that slutty, round ass getting fucked by me, with those black stocking suspenders around it, and my cock shoving back and forth, trapped between those swollen cunt lips, sent me over the edge.
I could only groan like an animal, pumping my cum inside her, and no coherent thought was possible. This was pure breeding.
Anna felt my hot seed, load after load, filling her womb, and the mere thought that she might be fertile today, and the risk of getting knocked up by me, made her climax into an earth-shattering orgasm.
Perhaps we both passed out; I am not sure. The only thing I know is that I lost all my senses for a certain amount of time. As I came to, I saw Anna on the floor next to me, on her back, exhausted, but deeply fulfilled.
In that sexual afterglow, we both simply lay there, near the watcher-mirror. Anna moaned softly, her brain still overridden by pleasure, but her body very relaxed by the sheer satisfaction. She had this typical flushed skin, making her look radiant.
I turned to her and gave her a long, deep lover’s kiss.
After we showered and got dressed, we went to one of the terraces, where drinks and food would be brought to us.
She explained to me that she now had all the photos she needed to promote me and explained the function of the watcher room to me.
Anna added that, even if I didn’t sign the contract yet, I just made 5,000 USD today and gave me a big envelope full of 100 USD bills. She hoped I was not mad at her, but we had a private watcher today, and yes, she had planned it without telling me because she was 100% sure that I would perform well.
I was dumbfounded. I just made one single, but great, fuck with Anna, almost three months of my standard salary. Even if I did nothing special but just one fuck per month for her, I would make in one year at least 25 salaries. But 50 salaries in one year were also very real.
The champagne came, and she told me that the next party would be in ten days, on the 17th, and answered some other questions I had, such as if I could sleep here on the 17th, here if it got late, or if they had a shuttle service, and so on.
After finishing the bottle together, I gave her a long French kiss, or orkiss, and I left, and Anna promised to inform me either two or three days before the party what my duties would be.
So, to summarize, I would be fucking pretty women for money. A lot of money. I could probably earn a year’s party budget with five parties. Not bad for 5 days’ work…
A couple of days later, I received an email from Anna with several pictures of 6 different women, full-body images, front and back, and all of them were indeed wearing something like a carnival mask. From what I could see, they all looked good.
From each woman there was a photo of her in an evening dress, one in an Anna with dress, and one in a bikini. Great bodies. I might not need Viagra at all, but I didn’t want to disappoint, so in the cab drive to the party, I would probably swallow the first blue pill (Anna gave me a handful before I left, just in case).
But Anna wrote in the email as well that perhaps she had a special request instead, but it would be finally decided tomorrow, one day before the party.
A handful of times before “Time to get pretty,” I thought, and I went to a manicure and pedicure shop, becoming a pretty boy. After that, I got a pretty haircut, and I went to get my back waxed because I have a handful of hairs on it. After all the hassle, it was time for a good breakfast. From now on, I should eat healthier, Waxed, because healthier; I could now afford it.
One day later, Anna is healthier; Anna’s special request email was there. She asked me to call her and discuss it by phone.
I called her right away.
“Anna.” Anna’s “Anna,” she “Anna,” she answered.
“Hi!” I said. And before she could say anything, I told her that what we had together was too beautiful to leave it by cheating only one time.
“Same here,” Anna responded. “And I am not really sure if I am pregnant or not, not until you take me again, and again, and again…” she whispered.
“Do you want to come to visit me and my pussy tomorrow? Anna asked.
“I will,” I replied.
Once the most important part was planned, Anna explained not until the special request.
“It was a request to me. It took me two years to convince the mother of a, no, a request to me, a now soon-to-be 18-year-old daughter, that both should come to one of my parties. The mother is a very good, long-term client of mine. She doesn’t participate in the parties but buys a lot of photos.
She has had, since her daughter became a teenager, nothing but troubles with her. Kicked from public school, kicked from a private school, many times troubles with daughter that are in trouble with the police, and so on. A soft touch did not work. Grounding her did not work. They even rented a large penthouse for her to give her more freedom and responsibility. Nothing. Nothing worked until I came up with an idea. I told her I could punish her daughter for her, and that she would change her attitude overnight.
And for the final convincing step, I paid the mother 50,000 USD in cash, which is, of course, extraordinary—me paying my guests to show up—but I have a very special night planned, and I will make enough money to cover all costs and make some profit.
First of all, I want you to be the staff-fucker. There will be no other staff-fuckers but you on that night. I will pay you 25,000 USD for your 2 days of duty, and it will be paid in two steps. It is not 50% as usual, because I am taking her risk here, but the mother is a good friend of mine, and special requests often have extra costs for me.
On the 16th of this month, the night before the official party, your duty starts at 10 PM. In the central living room, you will find in the middle a round, slowly rotating stage with a large, round, hard mattress. Tied to it, but covered, to keep her warm, you will find on her belly the daughter, Natalya, dressed up in kinky lingerie, with, e.g., an open crotch, probably BSDM; I haven’t decided yet.
Your duty is to deflower her and cum inside her fertile womb. We have been keeping track of her ovulation days, and she is fertile on the 17th, but I want you to fuck her as often as possible in those 2 days, starting one day before, to make sure you get her knocked up. After each cum load, you can retreat, eat, sleep, relax, and come back when you feel ready to breed her again.
In the meantime, we will wash and clean her, and each time, tie her up in a different position to keep it exciting for you. You might find her standing or on her back, on her side, or on her belly, perhaps fixated in a wall restraint or on BDSM furniture with her ass up, handcuffs, open gag ball, and leather mask, and I am even considering buying a fuck machine, so when you fill her pussy, her ass gets worked on at the same time.
On the 16th, you will have 20 very exclusive watchers, who pay a large sum of money to watch the deflowering and the breeding part. They will be sitting really close to the stage. The stage will turn slowly, but I want to offer every watcher the best possible view.
On the 17th, I will invite perhaps 25 watchers; there is not much space for more.
After the second day, her mother will pick her up and take her home, and hold her there until her belly is too big to consult a doctor. The plan is to make her have a baby and force her to live with her mother. Photos and movies will help do the trick.
“Are you in?” Anna asked.
“Yes, I am,” I answered.
To be continued.
