Adventure of A swinging billionaire

Dr. Louis van Haugh rode alone in the backseat of his
personal limousine. It was nightfall, and he stared out
of the window to watch the lights of the big city whiz
by.

Louis had seen and done quite a bit in his day; he was a
bit over 50 years of age. He had always been a hard
worker, and through his ingenious business strategy, he
had managed to become a millionaire at age 27. He had
reached billionaire status while still in his forties. He
technically never had to worry about money ever again,
despite his strong appetites for large purchases that
served to perpetuate a lavish lifestyle.

Under the vast wealth and glamour of Louis’s life,
however, there was always a plethora of sexual activity.
Louis had always been interested in sex, and his money
always attracted the most young, beautiful, and perfectly
figured women imaginable.

His past encounters had been many, and although he had
been in many relationships, Louis had never thought it
necessary or desirable to marry one of these little
vixens. After all, why should he sign a legal contract
guaranteeing forfeiture of half of his behemoth empire
upon divorce? Besides, women, he noticed, tended to get
fatter and older-looking at around age 30 on average
anyway. Why would he want to be committed to a woman,
after she became unattractive, if he didn’t have to be?

The lights of the city were becoming much fewer now as
Louis’s chauffeur drove out into the countryside. Louis
was on one of his little sexual excursions. He frequented
brothels, but needed a guarantee of discreteness. On this
evening, however, Louis’s destination was blanketed in
mystery. He had never been to this place before, but it
came highly recommended from a few of his close
associates. Louis stared down at the little strip of
paper which had the address scribbled on it by Michael
Santiago, his closest friend.

“You’ll never forget this place,” Mike had said. “It’s
unlike anything else you have ever experienced.”

“We’ll see, Mike,” Louis asserted to the figment from his
past. Just how great could one place be, anyway? Louis
put the paper back in his coat pocket and sat back.

“I guess I’ll see soon enough,” he conceded.

There were no lights now, only dense tree growth as the
limousine continued into the countryside. Only the
headlights of the automobile interrupted the pure
darkness of the night.

About 65 miles outside of town, the chauffeur found the
turn from the main road that he had been instructed to
take. The pathway was a dirt road, of all things, and
very rocky, making the ride was bumpy and offensive. The
dirt path continued for miles, surrounded without
cessation by trees on both sides.

“Where IS this place?” Louis asked to no one in
particular after the car had deviated about 15 miles from
the main road.

“I am not certain, sir,” the chauffeur responded anyway.

As if responding to Louis’s question, an enormous gate
emerged in front of them. The gate appeared to be made of
heavy metal and was very thick. It was at least 2 feet
thick, Louis would have guessed, and 50 feet tall. Each
door of the gate was connected to a tower even thicker
than the gate door, and each tower was, in turn,
connected to a security wall which appeared to surround
dozens of acres of land.

“They aren’t kidding,” Louis said to himself.

Two guards, dressed in black fatigues and machine guns,
occupied a small security booth in front of the huge
gate. The limousine pulled up to the booth. One of the
officers stepped up to the automobile asked them about
their business. Louis’s chauffeur responded as he had
been instructed to by Louis, according to Mike’s
instructions. The first guard nodded at the other, who
was still in the booth, and then there was a low “boom”
as the gates started to open slowly.

Once fully open, the chauffeur drove through the gates,
with some apprehension. Louis looked back at the gate,
which was shutting once again, and noticed that, atop
both gate towers, there were two snipers at high alert,
aiming their rifles right down his neck.

Louis turned to face front once again. “What have I
gotten myself into this time?” he commented.

Shortly after, the limousine drove up to the most
exquisite mansion Louis had ever seen. It was quite a
large house, even by Louis’s standards. They were greeted
by a valet, and Louis stepped outside. He instructed the
chauffeur to return for him in the morning, and the
limousine pulled away. Louis walked up to the large
Victorian front door, and knocked.

—–

“Good evening, Dr. van Haugh. Make I take your coat,
please?” his greeter asked.

“Certainly, that would be excellent. I trust you’re
feeling well, .. er..”

“..Rosco,” the host completed. “I am both your guide and
servant tonight, and I am here to make your stay very
comfortable and enjoyable. If your stay at The Voltaire
is not a completely astounding experience, then I have
not done my job.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Rosco,” Louis replied. “This
place has received extremely high reviews from a few of
my friends and colleagues.”

“No doubt of that, sir. I assure you that you will find
no better quality or opportunity anywhere else in the
country; perhaps the world.”

“Opportunity?” Louis remarked.

“Indeed, Mr. van Haugh. But we will get to business soon
enough. First, enjoy our rare liquors at the tavern, or
perhaps something a bit stronger in the back room..? A
jacuzzi is available down the hall, and delicacies are
always being served in the cocktail room located in the
East Wing. Is there anything that you desire right at
this moment, sir?”

“No, nothing at the moment, thank you very much.”

“Then I will take my leave of you for now. You are free
to roam on the bottom floor of our little cottage, but
not upstairs. I will locate you again in a couple of
hours. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. van Haugh,” said
Rosco. He then walked toward a door labeled “Coat Check-
in” and was gone.

—–

Louis wandered the house from room to room in the next
half hour, grabbing some rich cheeses or some gourmet
desserts as he could find them. He also found the bar and
partook in several glasses of wine while talking to the
other guests. At a pause in their conversation, the
bartender interrupted.

“This is your first time here, I take it, sir?”

“Yes, it is. You wouldn’t believe the pomp and
circumstance my friends allowed when describing this
place. I’ve never heard them so emphatic. However, they
were a bit scant on the details.”

The bartender couldn’t help a sly smile and added, “Well,
let’s just say that you’ll leave tomorrow morning with an
empty wallet, but you’ll have bought yourself a kingdom
in many different ways.”

Confused, Louis was about to inquire just what the
bartender meant by that statement, but instead he figured
that he would know shortly. He smiled, winked at the
bartender, and pointed down at his glass to indicate a
desire for a refill. The bartender quickly obliged his
request.

—–

After a few games of pool and a couple more truffles,
Rosco caught up with Louis in the lounge.

“Ah, Mr. van Haugh. Have you been enjoying yourself so
far tonight?” Rosco queried.

“Yes I have, and I appreciate the hospitality.”

“Are you now ready to discuss more interesting topics?”

“Absolutely,” Louis said.

“Then, please follow me. I will brief you on everything
you need to know.”

Rosco and Louis began walking slowly down various
hallways of the highly decorated mansion. There must have
been dozens of hallways, each adorned in countless pieces
of fine art, both old and new, arranged to perfection.
One wall of a particular hallway was transparent
revealing a huge indoor swimming pool on the other side,
brimming with young, vivacious girls of assorted colors
and appearances. A few older men were also in the pool,
playing and splashing about with the carefree females.

At that point, Rosco began, “As you have probably heard,
Mr. van Haugh, The Voltaire offers a wide variety of
services to men of an elite and discrete social class.
Although the types of services we provide are familiar to
most men, we offer an ensemble of packages which we
believe are unique to the entire country, perhaps the
world.”

Louis listened attentively, intrigued by the formality.

Rosco explained, “We believe that our services, in
addition to being sensitive to governmental and religious
scrutiny, are quite different than anything you might
have ever seen. We prize our accomplishments at this
establishment greatly. For these and many other reasons,
I must request at this point that, no matter how your
decisions evolve on this evening, you do not reveal any
details of what you have seen, heard, or otherwise
experienced during your stay here. Do you now agree to
this?”

“Certainly, you have my strict confidence,” Louis
returned.

“Very good, then, sir. Before we go any further, I am
obliged to inform you of our prices for various services.
We do not intend for this to be a deterrent, but it is
our policy to ensure that our clients are serious about
purchases before any disclosures. The Voltaire, of
course, offers standard services which are featured at
most any.. er.. brothel. (We detest the term ‘brothel’;
The Voltaire’s services greatly surpass any so-classed
‘brothel’ anywhere.) I could offer you the details of
these standard services, but I suspect that you are
interested in something more.. unique.. on this evening,
Mr. van Haugh?”

“Yes, I am. Tell me the most interesting services,
please, Rosco.”

“I won’t bother you with the common affairs then, sir.
The Voltaire offers several one-of-a-kind services, but I
will detail to you our most popular one now. The fee for
this most popular service is 1.3 million dollars.”

Louis tried not to wince, and he didn’t. He continued to
look Rosco in the eyes while they walked, and he even
managed a nod of the head. How in the hell were they
going to justify a price that high for *any* service?

Rosco continued, “I take it from your nod that you are
willing to entertain a cost of that magnitude. Wonderful,
sir. Let me explain the service. We have a group of
extremely attractive young ladies, ages 15 to 25, which
we have set aside for this purpose. You will take one of
these beautiful females tonight, and your intercourse
with her will result in a pregnancy.”

“A pregnancy?!” Louis couldn’t help but retort. “But what
about..”

“..All will be explained to you in time, Mr. van Haugh.
Please be patient. Let me explain what we have done to
make this a perfect experience for all parties. Here is
the key to our proposition: you will not be responsible
for the child in any sense of the word. You will not have
to care for the child, spend time with it, or in any way
support the child a single moment after your intercourse
with the young lady is completed. You will not be bound
to the woman legally, socially, or, most importantly,
financially whatsoever.”

Louis took this in slowly. “Go on,” he requested.

“No one knows that you are here tonight, Mr. van Haugh.
Our security team has ensured that fact. To be sure, no
one besides us, our clients, and a handful of others even
knows where ‘here’ is. You needn’t worry about privacy.
Your lady will not be permitted to see you; you will be
wearing a mask when you take her. Further, our lawyers
have drawn up paperwork detailing the terms of the
agreement which the young lady must sign in order to
participate. So you see, each young woman is in complete
agreement with the terms of this evening. There is a lot
of money in it for her and her new child. In fact, most
of your payment is allocated to the new child to ensure
that it is covered for every expense imaginable through
college years.”

Rosco continued, “There are also several other layers
which are in place to protect your ‘investment’. Our
lawyers are very clever. They have devised several ways
to render the girl’s testimony inadmissable in court
should she try to expose either you or The Voltaire. We
have never had a problem with the women, however, since
their portion of the money is distributed on a monthly
basis for many years. This aids their silence greatly.
The second largest portion of your payment goes to the
lawyers working behind the scenes, for reasons which I
trust you now understand. Finally, if all else should
fail, we have other means by which we may deal with an
uncooperative young lady. But I’m sure it would never
come to such measures, and again we have never had any
prior problems.”

“Let me explain more of the timeline of our service.
After tonight, we will confirm that you have indeed made
your maiden pregnant, and then we will monitor her for
the duration of her pregnancy. If at any given time in
the pregnancy she has an abortion, or if the pregnancy is
not going well for any other reason, we will pull all
funding from her and demand that she return to try again.
She must carry the baby to term. If she refuses to
return, we will deal with her on a case by case basis,
probably taking a financial loss to ensure her silence.
Once the baby is born, she will be subsidized each month
with more than enough money for her and her child for
quite a long time.”

“In addition, we are monitoring the reproductive cycles
of each young lady. The small group of young ladies from
which you may choose tonight are all ovulating. If, by
chance, conception is not attained, then you may return,
selecting the same or another girl, to try again at no
additional cost. So, in many ways, the purchase has
multiple, built-in insurance policies.”

Rosco paused here to check Louis’s expression. Louis was
listening more intently than he needed to, and he was
clearly interested. Rosco was pleased, and continued his
briefing.

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearing the technicalities of
this transaction. Perhaps you want to know the answer to
another question: Why would you want to do this? Put
simply, most men would find it thrilling to impregnate
one of the world’s most beautiful girls without the worry
of having to care for the baby. For other men, the thrill
is the feeling of power over the young girl during and
after insemination. Still for others, it is a desire to
procreate without committing time, money, or effort to
raising the baby.”

Louis nodded and smiled.

“Finally, for some men, the draw is having the ability to
make a perfect, flat tummy of a gorgeous woman stretch
out slowly, but irreversibly, so that her figure is never
quite the same again. We all know that stretch marks,
additional weight, a loose vagina, and other wear and
tear on a woman’s body almost always follow the birth of
a baby. Some men find it erotic that they can ‘ruin’ a
tight, thin body in this way. At your request, each week
during the pregnancy we provide nude photos of the lady
from all angles at no additional charge.”

“Let me re-emphasize, Mr. van Haugh, that these ladies
are of the finest quality imaginable. Each has close to
zero body fat, and is quite thin but still very curvy.
Each has long, inviting legs and a very flat stomach. The
girls’ breasts are all very firm and erect, and their
faces are the most beautiful of any on Earth, as with all
of our ladies. There are various ethnicities, as well,
from which to choose.”

By now, Louis was convinced. In addition, Rosco was ready
to conclude.

“So you see, Mr. van Haugh, all arrangements have been
made for your enjoyment this evening and beyond. Would
you like to purchase this package from us at this time?”

“Certainly, I would.”

“Excellent. Then I will begin final preparations. Please
follow me.”

—–

Rosco escorted Louis upstairs and into a small room, bid
him farewell for the moment, and left. The location
reminded Louis of a medical examination room: it had a
body-length table, sink, swabs, and all sorts of other
medical instruments and devices. Not soon after Rosco had
left, a male nurse entered the room.

“I’m going to need several samples from you now,” he
said. “You’re being tested for all sorts of STD’s,
including AIDS.”

Louis interrupted, “Rosco didn’t mention..”

“It’s a requirement for this package,” the nurse
retorted. “You will have the results for each test within
the hour.”

It was unexpected and a little bit humiliating, but it
didn’t bother Louis too much.

“I trust that my lady has been tested for all these
diseases as well?” Louis inquired.

“Oh yes, all the ladies have been tested much earlier
today and passed. That is the case with every girl who
works at The Voltaire, of course you know, sir!”

After Louis’s test results returned and he was determined
clean, Rosco came to pick him up.

“Here, put this on, please, sir,” Rosco said while
handing him a black Mardi Gras mask which covered his
entire face. “We will now visit the ladies, and you will
make your choice. Tonight, there are seven ladies to
choose from. Follow me.”

Rosco led Louis into another, larger room. It was very
minimalist; three doors on various walls and a large
chandelier were the only features of the bright, white
room. Louis stood still wearing his suit with the
addition of the mask, and Rosco stood to his left.
Momentarily, one of the doors opened, and the ladies
walked in.

Rosco had not been exaggerating; truly these were some of
the most beautiful women Louis had ever seen. Each was
completely nude except for a pair of tall stilettos and
perhaps an arm or leg bracelet here and there. There were
two white-skinned girls, one lady of Puerto Rican
descent, one African-American girl, two Asian girls, and
one very tanned lady of Swedish descent. The hair of each
was dressed up to perfection, and except for one of the
Asian girls, they all had long hair.

“They’re breathtaking,” Louis uttered.

“Naturally,” Rosco replied. “Would you like to take a
closer look at each of them?”

“Of course I would,” Louis responded although he had
already made his decision. He thought he should try to
prolong this as long as possible. He moved to each lady
and inspected them up and down, studying every perfect
curve. When he came to one of the white-skinned girls, he
did not move on. This girl had probably the whitest skin
Louis had ever laid eyes on. Her frame was tall and
slender. There was not a spot on this girl which would
have been deemed even slightly less than beautiful. Her
face was soft and young.

“You will be my mistress tonight,” he said to her in a
low tone.

The girl couldn’t hold back a slight smile, but still
tried to remain serious and confident though no one had
explicitly told her to act in any particular way.

“Excellent choice, sir,” Rosco replied. “Thank you,
ladies.”

All the ladies but Louis’s choice turned around and
marched out the same door they had entered. The fair-
skinned girl catwalked toward the third door and then
disappeared through it.

—–

Rosco led Louis out of the bright room and back into the
hallway.

“Right this way, sir,” he beckoned. The pair moved a over
a few hallways and entered a small bar. Rosco obligingly
motioned for Louis to have a seat at one of two small
round tables, and Louis sat down.

“Your lady is being prepared, sir. It will be only about
fifteen minutes more. At this point, I will give you all
the final instructions and information that you need. You
have all night long with your lady. You may make love to
her as many times as you wish, and you may fall asleep
whenever you like. The lady is required to stay with you
until you leave. You must, however, leave before 11:00
A.M. tomorrow morning.”

“The girl you have chosen will arrive in the room after
you will, and she will be wearing nothing but her high
heels. At some point after you two are alone, your lady
will determine that you desire to make love to her. She
has been instructed to then place a down pillow on the
middle of the bed, sit on the pillow, and then lie back
onto the bed. She will then with raise her knees high up
in the air and spread her legs out as far as possible.
This position is the ideal one for your purposes tonight,
sir. This action is, of course, a formality, and if you
prefer something different, then the girl needn’t bother
with this ritual. On the other hand, if it appears that
the girl is reluctant, you can have two of our men enter
the room and discretely hold her knees apart for as long
as you desire.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Rosco
interjected.

“No, it probably won’t, sir. It has never been necessary
before. All the towels or toiletries you might need
throughout the night will be provided in your room.
However, if you need anything more, simply knock on the
door and someone will be there to assist you. I believe
that is all, Mr. van Haugh. Do you have any questions for
me?”

“None that I can think of.”

“Then I will take you to your lady now.”

—–

Louis entered the room dressed as he had been in the
bright room, donned with his mask and suit. Rosco left
him shortly after Louis had deemed the room acceptable.
It was rather large for this purpose; the room could
probably hold five versions of the extravagant, king-
sized bed that was placed in the center of the room.

There was a feminine sink on one side of the room and an
armoire on the other. Besides the door Louis had entered,
he immediately saw one other to the right of the sink.
Louis presumed that this was the door from which the lady
would emerge. Mirrors surrounded the bed on almost all
sides, and there were plenty above it on the ceiling. The
temperature of the room was very warm.

After a little investigating, Louis had found all the
toiletries, towels, and other necessities in one of the
drawers below the sink. He also found switches and
controls for extra mood lighting behind a curtain on one
wall. Louis fumbled around with them until he had low,
soft lighting everywhere in the room except on the bed,
which was practically spotlighted. There was also a door
to a bathroom hidden behind a dressing partition.

No sooner had Louis sat down on the bed, when he heard
the door near the sink slowly open. He quickly stood up
and brushed himself off. His lady walked in, alone, just
as he remembered her. She was incredibly stunning. Her
legs seemed extraordinarily long, and she was indeed
thin. The girl spotted him and walked over to him on her
black heels. Saying nothing, she looked directly at him.
It was immediately obvious that the pretense of their
meeting in addition to the mystique surrounding Rosco’s
mask were making the situation awkward for her. However,
she soon wrapped her arms around his waist and began to
squeeze the side of his body.

“Wait, uh..” Louis said. “Nobody told me that we are not
allowed to talk, so how about we sit down for a bit and
chat?”

The girls beautiful face lit up in a smile and she
exclaimed, “Sure!”

They sat down, and looked at each other. Louis spoke
first.

“May I ask your name?” he inquired.

“Yes, sir. I guess so. It’s Vivian.”

“Hi, Vivian. That’s a wonderfully beautiful name.”

“I won’t ask you yours, sir.” she responded with a smirk.

“Of course I cannot tell you that. But a name is just a
name, I guess.”

Vivian laughed and replied, “I suppose. I bet your name
is Edward, Jr. or Gregory or something like that.”

Louis smiled. “If you like, you can call me Edward. That
would be fine.”

“I think I’ll just stick with ‘sir’,” Vivian offered.

“That would be excellent, too,” Rosco admitted as he
found the thought of her calling him “sir” all night
erotic.

“I bet you’re really rich,” Vivian stated, implying a
question.

“Mmm.. yes, I would say so, but probably not rich and
famous enough for you to be able to identify me,” Rosco
proclaimed.

Vivian smiled widely and looked down. Rosco took a glance
down at her body. Even at this angle, Vivian was
gorgeous. Her body did not show a single bit of unsightly
fat anywhere. Her legs were amazing; she was just an inch
shorter than Louis. Her snatch was shaven, and she looked
very, very clean. Her skin was tight all over her body,
and her firm, perky breasts looked like they were aching
to be touched and molded. Vivian’s arms, like her legs,
were quite long and slender.

“May I ask how old you are?” Louis inquired.

“I’m 19, sir.” Vivian responded.

At 19 years of age, Rosco thought, Vivian was more
beautiful than many of the women he had seen in his
entire life. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect shape, a
more lovely face, a more fit body than Vivian’s. The
Voltaire did not disappoint.

“Can I ask you a personal question, Vivian?”

“Sure thing, sir.” she replied.

“Why did you decide to do this?”

Vivian paused, looking down for a moment, then responded,
“Well, sir, there are several reasons. I guess the best
one is the all the money. All that money will ensure that
my baby and I won’t ever have to worry about money at
all, and that’s hard thing to turn down. Besides, I’ve
always wanted to be a mom. I’ve always been afraid about
getting pregnant, though, because the guys I always slept
with wouldn’t be willing or able to take care of the
baby.”

“I can imagine,” Rosco said, sheepishly.

Vivian nodded and continued, “I’ve had many close calls,
too. Missed periods and worries. I don’t want to have to
go through that anymore. Plus, I know me. Sooner or later
I’m going to get pregnant anyway, so it might as well be
in a very good situation.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” Rosco added. “But Vivian,
you’ve got a perfect body that any woman on the planet
would kill for. You know that having a kid will ruin it.”

Vivian looked away and sighed. “I know. I work out all
the time and I try to keep my body in just the right
shape. But I’m eventually going to lose it anyway,
because I’ll become an old hag.” She giggled. “So I might
as well make use of it while I can.”

Rosco smiled.

Vivian reached over to Rosco and lightly cupped his
member. “How about I use it one last time tonight? I’ll
give it to you. You can do whatever you want with it.”

If Rosco didn’t have a hard-on yet, those words
guaranteed that his penis was now on active duty. “Sounds
great to me,” he mumbled.

Vivian unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt. She
pulled his cock out of his boxers with just a bit of
trouble and then began caressing it was the back of her
hand.

“How about it, sir? Do you want to give this ‘perfect
body’ one last night of ‘perfect’ pleasure?”

Vivian was turning out to be quite a sex kitten.

“You better believe it,” Rosco replied.

Rosco stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down. He
untied his shoes and removed them, followed by his socks,
pants, and boxers. Vivian squatted down on her high
stilettos and put her hand around his cock. She turned
her head to the side and pressed her sexy lips up against
its side. She then began moving her face up and down his
member, and Rosco flung his head back in bliss. She moved
to the other side, and then inserted his cock slowly into
her mouth, swallowing it whole.

She began pumping it in and out of her mouth with
fascinating rhythm. She was amazing at this. Rosco was in
heaven. After a few minutes, Rosco stood her up and
pushed her on the bed. Like clockwork, Vivian turned to
the side, grabbed one of the down pillows, and slid it
under her firm ass. She then lifted her legs high in the
air with her knees spread far apart, exposing her
beautiful vagina for Louis. Louis thought it would be
nice to return her favor of oral sex, but he knew that,
due to the mask, he couldn’t. Instead, he started to
massage the area below her clit.

Vivian put her hand on his and said, “No, that’s okay,
sir. I’m wet already.” Indeed she was, Louis noticed.
Quite wet. Either Vivian was extremely sensitive to the
slightest sexual stimulation, or she was getting very hot
just thinking about being impregnated. “I want you inside
me, please sir. I want you to thrust into me.”

Louis obliged. He settled in between her wide open legs
and placed himself at her opening. He pushed in
moderately fast, and with only a few in-out motions, he
could penetrate all the way into her.

“Oh YES!” Vivian screamed. “Yes, that’s it.. Give me your
manly cock.”

Louis began to pound her at a regular pace. He looked
down at the gorgeous 19 year old. She was thrashing about
and contorting in various ways, all of them very sexy to
Louis. The girl reached up touched Louis’s chest, and he
in turn grabbed her breasts and fondled them. She really
enjoyed that, and pulled his backside in toward her
pelvis more.

“Yes, yes.. Fuck me. Fuck me! Oh god, you’re going to get
me pregnant! Oh yes, yes..” Vivian was already pounding
at Louis’s pelvis furiously. Could it be that she found
this situation even more erotic than he did? No, surely
that wasn’t possible.

Louis was having the time of his life. This perfect girl
was about to get it. She was going to get pregnant, and
there was nothing she could do to stop it now. He began
pounding at her at a rapid pace, and was rewarded with
louder screams and pants from Vivian. Louis looked down
at her flat torso and imagined his seed ballooning out
that tight tummy until the stretch marks ruined her look
forever. His sperm was going to ruin this girl. “You want
my cum, huh, baby? You want it inside you?”

“YES! YES!! OH GOD PLEASE!! PLEASE SHOOT A BABY UP INTO
ME!!” Vivian screamed as she felt her orgasm about to
overtake her. She then came, and Louis could feel her
vaginal walls contract all around him as she continued to
squeal in ecstasy. Louis could feel his own orgasm
mounting.

Just for fun, he said, “But Vivian, your hot little body
will be ruined if I squirt up into you. Are you sure you
want my cum?”

“OH YES, SIR! PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE CUM UP INSIDE ME!!!
RUIN ME!! I DON’T CARE WHAT HAPPENS!! MAKE MY BELLY
STRETCH!! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!”

Louis’s penetrations became increasingly violent, and he
could feel the tip of his penis hitting up against her
womb with every push inward. He couldn’t hold it any
longer. He wanted to impregnate this girl.

“AHHH AHAH YES, VIVIAN!! AHHHH!” he yelled with
satisfaction. He came in her squirt after squirt, coating
her insides. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of
her, and hugged her tightly.

—–

The couple had sex 3 times that night, and they didn’t
get much sleep. Louis awoke at 9:00 A.M. and dressed
himself, the mask still on his head. When he was about to
leave, he walked back over to Vivian, who was still
asleep. He lifted up his mask and gave her a wet kiss on
her leg, then one on her temple.

“Good luck, Vivian,” he whispered.

Louis caught a late morning brunch, and then left around
10:30 A.M. His chauffeur inquired as to how his night
went, and Louis replied, “I’ll never forget it, my
friend.”

—–

It turned out that Louis didn’t have to make any return
visits to The Voltaire to ensure Vivian’s conception;
Vivian turned out to be pregnant from their activities on
that one night. Louis had opted to receive the
photographs of Vivian each month as the baby stretched
out her tummy. He couldn’t wait for the first set to
arrive.

Louis’s friends had been right about The Voltaire. It
turns out that Mike had purchased the “most popular
package” 3 times already. So there were 3 ladies out
there somewhere who were either pregnant with, or
raising, his child, and there was no way they could find
him or even begin to suspect who he was. What a service!

Louis would definitely return to The Voltaire at a later
date. He was seriously thinking about purchasing the same
service all over again. Who knew what other services the
Voltaire offered, or what other surprises might be
waiting for him there?