It's a trap!

I set the tickets down and scratched my balls as I looked around the room. The finest linen sheets, donated by a wealthy lover, were wrapped around my latest conquest, a Parisian millionaire now about three weeks pregnant. I had tweeted her to come, and cum, and she was now living with me with a joint bank account.

My wife, Ji-Yoo, was probably sharing the guest house with Janice this week, so I could spend some quality time with Marie. Mom and Cindy had quit their jobs and school permanently to fuck me, although I had been **** to most of my other conquests. Some came and went as their schedules allowed, but I had set a maximum of twenty women to live in this four-house Beverly Hills complex I had "borrowed" about five months back. I learned to be careful not to overfuck, and life had become fairly routine.

My phone rang, and I flicked away the image of naked Brie Larson to an equally naked image of Janice in the midst of passion with my wife, her large pregnant belly moving rhythmically as she was being eaten out. "Janice, just the woman I wanted to speak with," I said, as I began urinating into my fancy Japanese toilet.

"We thought you might want a show..." she said between breaths. I enjoyed watching some of their fucks, and Janice was becoming quite the webcam star these days. "I got tickets to the premiere... so pack your bags."

I didn't need to go into details. She knew what premiere I was going to, and she came right all over Ji-Yoo's face. The two had been very close, ever since I was first diagnosed with this disease and they were the first I experimented with sexually.

Janice jumped in joy at the news. Ji-Yoo, still holding the phone, pointed at her juice-covered face. "I thought you said you were going to bring someone new?," she said in a broken Korean I could now partially understand, to hide from Janice's ears. "I'll pick someone up, but it'll just be me, Janice, and a new girl."

I had no issue fucking my pregnant beauties, but the dependence or perhaps my own perversions drew me towards new people and new experiences, and my harem suffered because of it. Some, like Gwen Roberts or Reverend Davis, I hadn't fucked for weeks.

Still, I loved Janice. I loved Ji-Yoo. I loved Cindy. I couldn't abandon them, and this movie would be a nice outing for Janice and I (and some new girl to fuck).

As I washed my hands, the nude Marie hugged me from behind. I kissed her gently, but pried her away from my penis. I had just cum in her about forty minutes prior, and I needed to wait.

She spoke little English, and had been a model and heiress to some old world money, before I came across her on Twitter and **** her to abandon her life and live with me. Her parents, true Frenchmen, were ecstatic at their daughter shacking up with me, giving them a chance at an heir with my condition, who could exponentially grow their family wealth.

Unlike Hollywood celebs, who avoided me at all costs. They had all but sequestered themselves away behind gated communities and large studio apparatuses. My babies, the Marvel ladies were available to me (I think Pom Klementieff was still living in Janice's basement), but ones I hadn't fucked had run away scared.

It was a man, Charles Reeves, for some reason upset that I had **** his daughter, who had motivated this exodus. I was pretty sure he had tried to have me killed three times, but luckily I had gotten away with only a few scratches and one of his henchmen dead. I don't like to think about that day.

But Reeves and I came to an agreement. I leave his daughter alone, and he leaves me alone. And I also have to stay off the studio lots. A little annoying, but it stopped the threats on my life or worse, the lives of my beauties.

I didn't realize he would advise all starlets to move away from the LA area. My use of twitter failed to communicate to them, as only B-list celebs responded these days, and the top stars all left social media.

I managed to find and fuck a few: Blake Lively, Mila Kunis, Zendaya, Anna Paquin, Kirsten Dunst, Willow Smith, Jada Pinkett Smith, and some more. But they were few and far between and disappearing fast. I spent a few fun weeks in Japan, but it's hard to communicate my need across languages, and translators often fail to notify my full intentions to my potential fucks, causing more than a few embarrassing run-ins with the police.

All this made the LA premiere curious. It was well-known that an EDP lived in the LA area, and I was using my minor celebrity to occasionally fuck tourists in addition to the rare B-lister. Disney must've paid a big penny to host this premiere, but you'd think they'd avoid me?

It was a trap, I surmised. Charles Reeves, the slippery former Solicitor General was going to try to eliminate me again. ... or maybe the Russos just wanted to placate off my growing internet popularity.

I was sweating trying to figure it out. No one but me could seem to comprehend the steps this maniac took to protect his Hollywood clientele. The studios paid him hush money. Blood money. I know he killed before. A simple internet search turned up dozens of EDPs over the last thirty years who visited Los Angeles.

All fucked a few stars: Cher, Madonna, Britney Spears, before committing suicide. Falling into traffic. Being eaten by a bear. Randomly going into a coma. Impossible coincidences.

I wasn't going to be his latest victim. That's why I went to Japan. Why I toyed with Europe. But Los Angeles was my home. And I wasn't going to hide in this borrowed mansion forever.

"Hey, sweetie," said my mom entering my suite with a glass of milk and nothing else. "Marie said you were pacing. I'm sure it'd be okay just this once to fuck one of us out of schedule." She attempted a seductive look that just looked motherly to me.

"It's not that, Mom," I said, grabbing her fresh squeezed breastmilk. "It's these tickets. The LA premiere of Avengers. I'm going to bring Janice, of course, but I think it's dangerous. That, that man is going to try to kill me again."

I sat on the bed and Mom wrapped around behind me. Her pregnant belly pushed into my back as she began necking me from behind. "That's silly," she said, "your buildup is just making you a little paranoid. Let's fuck."

I fucked my mother's ass, as I contemplated my next move. I would need some form of protection or collateral as my second guest. And as I blew my load, I thought of a brilliant idea.