Chapter 3: The Fall: First Sex WeekChapter Text
On Monday, after a weekend's rest, Joseph began his new job. His work schedule varied from day to day, as it depended mainly on the appointments still-age women made from the government platform. Depending on the client's requirements, he could carry out his assignments in hourly, half-day or full-day sessions.
To enable them to carry out their missions without worrying about the virus, the government has produced a vaccine that can be effective for three months without interruption. This morning, his first mission was to spend the whole day at Madame Delorme's house. The latter had made an appointment for her own daughter, Judith, who was too shy to do it herself, but who dreams of getting pregnant by a stranger.
The apartment is quite small, hardly spacious for three people. Joseph asked if Mr. Delorme would be present, but she replied that his companion had left before the birth and had never returned. Mrs. Delorme told him he had until 5 p.m. to complete his mission, then left for a second room. He then headed for the third room of the small apartment. Judith, a petite blonde barely eighteen, was waiting for him on the bed in skimpy lingerie.
Measuring just one meter forty-five, Judith proudly wore a naughty ensemble consisting of a red bra, red panties and nylon stockings and garter belts in the same color as the rest. For Joseph, women's lingerie was a welcome addition to his job. If you're going to see naked women and get them knocked up, you might as well show them off to their best advantage, he thought as he watched her from the doorway. He took a photo for the archives. She beckoned him closer and told him he could undress. She looked at him with such envy as he bared himself that she bit her lips.
Joseph kissed her fiercely at first, then pulled off her bra to taste her small breasts. She moaned softly. When she half-opened her legs, he positioned himself to gently remove her beautiful crimson panties. She blushed almost instantly as she watched him do it. He continued with a cunnilingus and she moaned as if she hadn't expected it. It didn't take more than five minutes for her to be as wet as a fountain after filling the water pump. She didn't have time to say anything, because Joseph read in her eyes that she didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted it and she wanted it now!
He thrust his sex into Judith's genitalia, and she moaned even louder. The eighteen-year-old almost immediately dug her fingernails into Joseph's muscular back, and he thrust even deeper. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours. Position after position, the two youngsters lost track of time, as if he'd let go just for them. They knew there would be no feelings afterwards, but the sweetness was such that, around the stroke of 4.45pm, Judith whispered in his ear like a treat given to a child:
"I'm ready for this. My dream is to give birth like my mother. It's now or never."
"I can feel it coming, he says fervently. I hope you're ready for what's next."
"I know I am!"
"I'm coming! Aaaaaaaah!" He let out like a divine howl.
Joseph, in a moment of magnificent glory, poured everything he had into Judith, who moaned one last time as she felt the warm seminal fluid flowing deep into her reproductive system as a young woman who was no longer a virgin. Joseph took a second photo for the record when he saw his juices coming out of Judith. He was rather proud of his handiwork. He asked why she wanted to get pregnant by a stranger and why she had mentioned her mother during the act. Judith replied that she had never known her biological father and had a fantasy about a possible half-brother. Joseph said nothing except good luck to the young woman and her mother, then returned to his vehicle to validate the session.
On Tuesday, Joseph consulted his schedule: he had to go to the Ninth District for the first part of a three-part mission. The client was Miss Campo. In her thirties, never married, but always wanted a child. Her administrative work only left a two-hour gap in her schedule for Joseph.
When he arrived at her home, it was barely half past ten. He rang the bell and she opened the door to the two-room studio. She asked him to wait five minutes before entering the room once he had completely undressed, and then hurried off to change, as she put it. After five minutes, he finally entered the thirty-something's bedroom, elegantly dressed in a green one-piece lingerie.
Joseph immediately took a file photo, as is the procedure. She lay sensuously waiting for him on the small bed. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge, opening the lingerie at the bottom to get her wet as quickly as possible. Nadia Campo beckoned him to get on top of her so that he too could feel the pleasure. After fifteen minutes of foreplay, the now hot young woman asked him to penetrate her savagely.
Joseph, who had so far had only three soft-method sexual experiences, was to become the beast that had been slumbering inside him all those years of waiting. He turned the slut to face the wall and took her by the hair. His hips moved almost reflexively and he slapped her back as if he were teaching a dunce a lesson. With eyes expressing immense pleasure, she said to him with fervor and devotion:
"Spank me. I want you to hurt me."
"Okay, but don't complain afterwards."
"I'll take it, don't worry, my sweet!"
"Alright, boss!"
The youngster spanked her for the first time, giving her a feeling of omnipotence in the face of the opposite sex. A second and third spanking followed within two minutes of the first. Moving from position to position, more and more dominant for him, he said to her in a hierarchical manner as if he had been her boss and she his secretary all her life:
"I'm going to knock you up like the slut that you are!"
"Yes! Go ahead! Nadia shouted at the top of her voice. Fuck me like the big slut I am!"
"Here you go! Take all my man juice, bitch!"
Joseph, fully into his "male domination" delirium, poured into her as if it were the day he received his big pay check. Nadia, with an almost guttural moan, orgasmed like a so-called "fountain-woman", wetting most of the bed. When she showed off her big pussy, just as ravaged by cum as it was wet with cyprine, he took out his smartphone and snapped his second stock photo of the morning. She thanked him profusely, telling him it had been the best fuck of her life and that she couldn't wait for him to come again, and soon!
The man collected his belongings and returned to his vehicle, where his chauffeur was waiting to take him to all his appointments. He drank an energy drink and consulted his calendar for the next person to visit. He gave the address to the driver, named Bernie, who started the vehicle and mapped out the route. The young impregnator ate to regain his strength and took a short nap during the journey to recover his energy.
The vehicle Bernie was driving was a black Audi A1, as fast as it was spirited, and he was as proud of it as if it were the apple of his eye. A few minutes before arriving at Kim Chi's, his second appointment of the day, Joseph woke up to the sound of the engine and looked at the time on his phone. The young woman lived in a large house in the chic suburbs of Paris. Bernie parked the car and let the young stallion out to do his work. The twenty-four-year-old Frenchwoman of Chinese-Korean origin was waiting for him on the stoop. She didn't think he'd show up because of the late reservation, but there he was, right in front of her. The beautiful Asian woman ushered him inside to put his things down and make himself comfortable.
She poured him a large glass of water, then went into the bedroom to get ready. When he entered the room, she was dressed in fine carmine-colored lingerie. Her big, firm breasts were almost reaching out from the bra, and her little red panties easily showed off her round buttocks. Her eyes were a deep jade green and her hair reminiscent of a Chinese princess's hairstyle, but on a Korean woman's face. She was so beautiful to Joseph that he hardly believed it. He had a weakness for Asian girls too. He took the first stock photo when he felt his boner go up a notch. She replied that she'd put aphrodisiac in her glass of water to turn him on even more. Without further ado, he undressed and began foreplay. The more he flicked his tongue, the more she moaned with pleasure, but in Korean or Chinese without knowing the linguistic distinction.
Naked as a worm and ready to take Joseph's phallus without further ado, Kim then opened her legs wide, which the young gigolo was about to fill from side to side. Her cheeks turned red with excitement as she saw her partner's proud member stand up straight. He positioned himself at the height of her entrance and, holding his approving gaze, Joseph entered her. As Moses divided the Red Sea in two, so he divided the young woman's entrails to make his way to his goal: the womb.
"I've always had a weakness for girls like you."
"Like me? Naked, you mean." She said, moaning with pleasure.
"Asian, more like. The exotic is always more exciting."
"Ah, I see. I'm going to give you so much pleasure you'll never want to leave me."
Kim turned the tables and took control, standing over Joseph. He groaned as if she'd put her finger on a sensitive spot. She began to move her body as if the Devil were up her ass. After a few minutes, he regained the upper hand like a king taking back the reins. She moaned louder and louder and kissed him languorously. He sensed that what she was paying him for was beginning to rise and that he would soon spit. When her swollen member made contact with her cervix, she said in his ear:
"Knock me up and I'll give you all my cousins if you want."
And Joseph spit deep into his partner's womb. For him, it was too much. The pressure he'd felt evaporated as if it had never existed. The mere idea of being able to knock up women from the same family was beginning to please the impregnator. More and more so. Withdrawing, Joseph saw all his cum dripping profusely from Kim's vagina and took his second archive photo as agreed in the terms of the contract signed beforehand when booking. Face and body sweating after a most ferocious fuck for both partners, Kim giggled as she touched his body, as if in nostalgia for a past moment.
He picked up his belongings and headed home in Bernie's car, still very tired from his day's work. Once home, he was quickly tucked into bed, to be ready for his big appointment the next day.
When Wednesday morning arrived, he hurried down to Bernie's car for his appointment of the day, at the home of Mrs. Irina Kovalevskaya, the ex-wife of a prominent Russian politician, Yuri Kovaleski. She also lived in the residential district, but in the largest mansion Joseph had seen to date. She had been living alone since she chose to divorce Mr. Kovaleski, having caught him sleeping with his office assistant. She wanted a child more than anything, but he was sterile despite three treatments to fix it. When Joseph arrived, no one was there, so he had to ring the doorbell, and it was Mikhail, the butler, who opened the door and let him in.
"Miss Kovalevskaya waiting you in room. Me drive you when you undressed." He says in a strong Russian accent. Good. "Me wait four minutes."
Four minutes later, Joseph had wasted no time in getting naked and not pissing off the intimidating butler.
"Three minutes fifty-five. Me almost come get you. Now you follow me."
"Yes, all right. I'll follow you."
The butler leads Joseph up the stairs, then through various corridors, all adorned with sumptuous lighting fixtures as if in a grand palace. Numerous portraits of important members of Madame's family adorn the walls, like a sort of museum to the glory of her family. Madame's room is at the end of the third corridor, guarded by two costumed gorillas. The butler says a word to them that Joseph doesn't understand, but which makes them laugh, then lets the butler pass, followed by Joseph.
The butler stops after the door and lets Joseph enter the room alone. She waits on the four-poster bed, fine blue silk lingerie on her body, lipstick the color of blue and her hair a bright blonde, but just as fake as if she'd done a semi-permanent color.
With a wave of her finger, she invites Joseph to get into bed and make wild love to her, as the contract stipulates. He steps forward slowly but surely, takes a photo for his collection, then puts the phone down. She graces him with an enticing smile as she strokes his penis. She's the first to speak.
"My beautiful stallion. My purchase is perhaps the best investment of the year."
"I assure you, Miss Kovalev..."
"Shh." says Irina. "I prefer to be on a first-name basis when I'm in bed. Now, you're going to lick my pussy, as you say so well at home."
"Good, Irina."
He knelt in front of her, taking the time to gradually remove the thin blue panties she was wearing. His hands trembled slightly, but he quickly pulled himself together. His gaze met hers for a moment, catching the gleam of her burning desire in his eyes. Irina spread her legs slightly, leaning back against the pillows of the bed, her hands resting nonchalantly on either side of her.
Joseph leaned forward, his lips first gently brushing Irina's skin before moving lower. She let out a sigh of satisfaction at the first touch. Her movements were slow, calculated, seeking to heighten the intensity of the moment. Each stroke of her tongue was precise, lingering where he felt it would make her react. He felt her fingers tighten in the sheets, her body tense under his gestures.
"Harder..." She growled between gasping breaths, her hand coming to rest on his head to guide him.
Joseph quickened his pace, plunging deeper into this shared intimacy, while Irina's moans grew louder and more frequent. Her hips moved in sync with his movements, seeking a climax. She arched her back suddenly, a muffled cry escaping her throat, and he knew at that moment that she had just cum.
Breathless, Irina looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes half-closed. She reached out for him, drawing him to her side on the bed.
"Now come and take me." She whispered hoarsely. "I want to feel you inside me."
Joseph straightened up, his desire at its peak. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of her. Irina, impatient, grabbed his hips and guided him into her with palpable urgency. Their union was immediate, brutal, as if dictated by primal necessity. Their bodies intertwined in a ballet of desire and passion, each movement faster and more intense.
Irina encouraged him, murmuring words of desire in Russian, her nails digging into his back with each thrust. Joseph let himself be carried away by the fever of the moment, forgetting everything but the pleasure he was giving this woman. The bed creaked under their frenzied movements, the sheets tangling around them.
After several minutes, sensing he was approaching orgasm, Joseph sought Irina's gaze.
"I'm... I'm going to..."
"Yes! cum inside me!" She cried, her legs wrapping around his hips to prevent him from withdrawing.
In a final burst of passion, Joseph abandoned himself completely, feeling his body explode with pleasure inside her. Breathless and trembling, he collapsed gently beside her, his heart still beating wildly. After his intense moment with Irina Kovalevskaya, Joseph lay still for a moment, his body still numb from effort and passion. The room, though luxurious and opulent, suddenly seemed small compared to the immensity of what he had just experienced. The contrast between his modest, unassuming daily life and the reality in which he now lived was striking.
Irina, lying next to him, stretched lazily, her body glistening with sweat under the subdued candlelight. Her face, though marked by age, radiated serene satisfaction. She slowly turned her head towards him, her falsely colored blond hair framing her face.
- Joseph..." She murmured, her voice mingling with a satisfied sigh. "I must say you've far exceeded my expectations."
Joseph, still slightly out of breath, turned his head towards her and smiled. This compliment from a woman as powerful and influential as Irina carried a special weight. Irina Kovalevskaya wasn't just anyone, and Joseph was beginning to fully realize the magnitude of the circle into which he had now been admitted.
"Thank you, Irina." He replied, smiling slightly as he straightened up on the bed. "I'm glad you're satisfied."
She let out a little crystalline laugh before straightening up in turn, letting the satin of her sheets slide down her body.
"Satisfied is an understatement, my dear. I'm delighted, enchanted even. In fact, you've just proved that you're quite capable of playing in the big league."
Her piercing eyes rested on him, as if she were assessing every detail of his behavior. Joseph felt the weight of this remark. Up until now, he'd worked with high-profile clients, but Irina represented a whole new level. She belonged to a sphere where power, wealth and influence were constantly intertwined.
"I must say, working with women like you is... stimulating." Added Joseph, choosing his words carefully.
Irina nodded, rising slowly from the bed to slip on a blue silk kimono that lay on the armchair beside her. She took a few moments to comb her hair in front of a large gold mirror, before returning to Joseph, who was in turn putting on his clothes.
"What you may not realize yet, Joseph, is that you're moving up the ladder much faster than you think. Women like me, like Magdalena Santos and others you'll soon meet, aren't just rich. We shape the world in our own image, in the shadows, while keeping up appearances. And you've just entered this world. With each new customer, you come closer to this very closed circle."
Joseph listened attentively, fully aware of the gravity of his words. Irina wasn't just a politician's ex-wife, she was a woman of power, with connections far beyond what he had imagined.
"You are now a valuable tool for us. If you continue to play your cards right, you won't just be the man who gives heirs to some of the world's most powerful women... You'll become so much more."
She approached him, her fingers gently brushing his face, her gaze penetrating.
"Above all, don't make the mistake of underestimating this role." She added in a deep voice. "What you're doing, Joseph, has an impact far beyond mere procreation. You're entering the corridors of power. Some of your future clients will have expectations far greater than a simple child. They'll be looking for allies, partners, protectors."
Irina finally stepped back, an enigmatic smile on her lips. Joseph, still reeling from this revelation, finished buttoning his shirt, his mind already racing. He knew that Irina's every word had a hidden meaning, a message he shouldn't ignore. Working with these influential women was no longer limited to giving them what they wanted; he was becoming a key player in a much larger scheme.
"Thank you for your advice, Irina." He finally replied, with politeness tinged with respect. "I'll put it to good use."
She nodded slowly, her gaze softening for the first time since the beginning of their exchange.
"I don't doubt it for a second. Now go. The world is waiting for you, Joseph."
He retrieved his phone for the second photo of the meeting. Irina proudly showed off her pussy, filled to the brim with semen flowing like an astronomical quantity. As he left Irina's room, he felt both galvanized and weighed down by this new responsibility. The butler, true to form, was waiting for him at the exit and accompanied him silently to the main door. As Joseph walked down the steps to Bernie's car, he realized that his life would never be the same again.
He was no longer confined to simple meetings. He was playing a part in a much larger theater, surrounded by influential, powerful women determined to shape the world according to their desires. He was in the league of the most powerful, and every step he took from this point on would bring him closer to the elite. One thing was certain: Joseph had stepped through a door he would never be able to close again.