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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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