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    The Voltaire

    1 June, 2018 (01:54) | Swinger Sex Stories | By: admin

    by BlueHat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)
    
    ***
    
    A swinging billionaire named Louis van Haugh has seen it 
    all, but when he discovers The Voltaire, an exclusive 
    brothel shrouded in mystery, he gets more than he ever 
    would have expected.
    
    ***
    
    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?

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