Daphne - My first special request

Author's note

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Spoiler alert.

- The way I met married Daphne was different, but yes, a real event; I just cannot write it down here, too risky for her. I changed her first name as well in this narration.

PS: Slow burner.

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I fucked Irina´s daughter Natalya for two days in a row. At first, she was a bit **** because of the risk of fucking me unprotected. She was ovulating, but her mother insisted on her getting pregnant. As always, Nature quickly took over, and once my cock was plowing that young fertile cunt just like a freight train, she let all inhibitions go and writhed under me like a willing slut.

Knocking her up, as paid for by her own mother, was very new to me. But Natalya was one hot babe, so I had no issues here getting a hard-on.

Anna gave me half of my money after the two days. The other half would be paid out, as she had told me upfront, if the daughter was six months pregnant.

Pregnancy tests would be conducted at monthly intervals by the mother herself together with Anna, making sure I had done a proper job, and the business would then be concluded. If not, I had to make my services available again, and we would repeat the two days of breeding.

They agreed on 6 months pregnant because it would mean that the daughter would not get an abortion anywhere unless the fetus would endanger the health of the mother. What I never expected in my life, is that Natalya, the daughter, booked me one day many months later, as a special request, as she was already 3 or 4 months pregnant, showing a small belly bump, her breasts a little larger, wanting to get used by my cock, voluntarily this time.

My Russian Anna made a special deal with the childbearing daughter, adding a very large discount, agreeing on that I would fuck her on each of the following six parties, right up until she would go into labor and give birth. What the 18-year-old didn't know is that there would be 8 watchers secretly present in the viewing room behind the two-way mirror.

But that was a whole other story; I wanted to talk here about the woman who was among the group of breeding watchers on both nights. She must have paid Anna a lot of money to be present at the second watch session as well, because normally Anna would be fair and give that watching seat to someone who was not repeating. But, besides that, she was a very loyal customer, buying lots of photos from fuck sessions for at least two years.

I didn't care much about the other half of the money, I just got paid 12.5 K for fucking a gorgeous unwilling pussy, her own mother assisting me that one time, on the second night, as we had her daughter tied up in that bondage harness, by holding her pussy lips wide open. With those two days of filling that crying twat with my cum, I made almost eleven months of my standard salary.

Some days before the next "standard" party (one month later, give or take), I received a special request email from Anna, with 3 photos of the client disguised with a Venetian mask, one photo in an evening dress, and 2 photos in a bikini, front and back. That Anna required a photo of the client in an evening dress made it easier to find her on the party night, as she always explained the why, but to be honest, it was only a disguise, as we were pretending to be civilized. I only cared about the bikini pics so I could quickly decide if I was able to fuck the client into a delirium or not and either accept the booking or decline it.

Anna asked me in the email to call her. (After three or four parties I started to call those special requests emails "usual emails" because ever since I started there as a staff-fucker, I had only had special requests, and I never had to choose a woman from the present guests).

Anna told me on the phone that the client was a married woman around 38 years old, and she was very impressed with what she had witnessed on the second breeding night, wanting to book me exclusively, without watchers (how did she know this inside information?). Specific details of her booking were, e.g., that I had to be without a mask, hiding my face, and she would have a mask on at all times during our fuck session, and under no circumstance was it to be removed. Absolute discretion was expected here.

After seeing the pics, I confirmed Anna had accepted the booking. The no-mask thing was no issue for me; I normally worked under water as a pro diver. And what would she do with knowing my face anyway? Tell everybody, being a married woman, that we fucked.

Anna thanked me and finished the call by saying, "See you in two days, my stud."

This was a little joke between the two of us because I was working for her as a paid stud, and she fucked my brains out herself, and not only once.

I worked two days at my standard job but left on the party day at 3 PM to get some sleep before showing up at the mansion at 10 PM. Six hours later my alarm clock went off; I showered, shaved, put some Hermès "Terre D'Hermes" aftershave on, ate dinner, and took a cab to the mansion. I was now able to find the mansion for the cab driver easily and arrived before 10 PM.

Oops! I forgot to tell what she looked like: Besides the Venetian mask covering a part of her nose and her eyes, I would say she had a classical Greek look, with a fine, elegant face; beautiful lips, matching the fineness; and, thank god, lips that were not too big; a slender body; and long, straight black hair, her breasts between a B+ and C cup, more a C, I would say.

In the frontal bikini pic, you could see that her breasts needed no bra; they were pointing forward on their own, defying gravity. In the bikini pic, she was excited; her nipples were hard, pointing through the fabric, and clearly visible. I wouldn't be surprised that she did a lot of endurance sports, such as running, swimming, HIIT, and perhaps aerobics. Besides that, most rich people have their own chefs, so she would eat the food best suited for her, I suppose.

And somehow... I had the feeling I had seen her before once or twice in Playa del Carmen. I believe I saw her once with a group of friends in that expensive lobster restaurant at night; the other time I can't remember...

All the same, she booked me. I was looking forward to meeting her!

The only dress code we had at the mansion, besides wearing a mask or not (slaves had no say in this :-)), was for the men, a T-shirt, shirt, or polo (free choice), which was always white, with an "A" on it. The rest was at your own discretion; I would normally wear the white shirt with short sleeves over my beige shorts with sneakers. But you could go butt naked too, but for the mandatory shirt, polo, etc.

As always, Anna was taking care of welcoming her guests, saying hi to her fucker staff, informing them which rooms they would use, and telling them about any last-minute changes that occurred; moderating the party; having private talks with her clients; keeping an eye on everything, like if empty glasses or plates were removed within 5 minutes by the waitresses; the general cleanness of the mansion; if the music at the dance floor was not too loud; if the room temperature was warm enough to fuck everywhere; etc., etc.

Anna informed me that my client had not arrived yet, but she had sent Anna a text, telling her she would be there in about 20 minutes. The client had added that she was wearing a black maxi dress with thin straps over her shoulders and a black lace Venetian mask.

To be honest, of course the money was amazing, but once you had enough to live from, after a couple of parties, the women you would meet at the mansion were way more interesting than your bank account (I had two vaults in different places as well, since I couldn't deposit all that money just like that). Those women were classy, well-preserved, very rich, and very discreet.

Anna was OK with it if, after the first booking, you wanted to meet them in your own private time, but then you would not cash in the following: 2.5 K for a simple fucking, bonuses of 2.5 K for, e.g., no condom, fucking 2 women on the same night, and so on. And we are not even mentioning special requests. With the one fuck with Anna, I made a 5K bonus, because of that one watcher...

I sat, while having put on my own mask, which was straightforward and black, waiting for my booking, on a 3-seater sofa placed a bit back from the view to have more privacy, having told Anna where I would be. Not much later, a smiling Anna showed up in front of me with a beautiful woman, and through her Venetian mask I could see her green-grey eyes.

Anna simply introduced her to me as my date, without using names. I stood up and gave her a hand, adding that it was very nice to meet her and I hoped she was happy to be here.

"Oh yes, I am." She replied, giving Anna a certain look, confirming her booking, and adding. "Are you happy with me?"

"More than happy," I replied, smiling. "Would you like to have a seat?" I asked her, offering the sofa.

"Yes, please," she answered.

Out of nowhere, a waitress arrived, asking if we would like anything, and somehow, Anna had disappeared, without saying embarrassing things like "I leave you two at it." Yes, Anna knew her business well. We both ordered champagne.

"How did you meet Anna?" She asked me.

"Well, we met, as I was kissing my ex, actually." Giving her a very light version about Beate, me, and Anna that day in that hotel hallway...

"Oh. So, you are single now?"

"Yes, I am. And I think it is only fair, towards the guests, that I am single when I work here.

She was pleased with my thinking and manners because, she thought, you never know what you get. On the other side, she knew upfront that Anna would not disappoint her.

"Can I see your cock?" She asked in the loudness of a standard conversation without being shy.

"Of course." I replied, "But it is not yet ready for hard duty."

"That's no problem; I just want to have a quick peek, although I know from the pictures Anna sent me, you will do just fine. More than fine, actually. I just never saw it close enough, not even on both nights, as you were deliciously taking that young woman."

"Sure," I answered, opening my shorts, lifting my butt, and lowering them to give her a good view. Since I was not wearing underwear, as usual, she could look at my half-hard cock right away.

"Very nice." She said. She then simply grabbed it, lifting it, weighing it, and measuring it. The action was not rude to me. She had booked my cock, and it was hers for tonight. After checking out my cock, she then proceeded in gently lifting my balls, trying to figure out how full of seed they were.

"Big and full, just as I like it."

She opened her small handbag and applied some more lipstick. It was a nude color, very sophisticated. Pressing her lips together, she distributed the lipstick equally and got rid of any remaining sticky residues. Once done, she placed her bag on the sofa, grabbed my half-hard cock again, and simply bent her face to it, taking it in her mouth.

No flirting, no teasing. Simply carnal.

Well, if your cock is in the mouth of a beautiful married woman, you do not really protest against it. The only noticeable thing is your cock getting hard.

"Mhh." She moaned, appraisingly, now releasing my cock from her mouth, but still holding the shaft, "Your big boy is a quick learner."

"Thanks to you," I smiled. "Let me take my mask off for you." And I did.

She was happy to see my face up close. During the breeding, I didn't wear a mask either; only with the first fuck I wore a mask on both nights to add some eroticism, but it was still a bit far away for the watchers to really judge my looks.

As a waitress came to us, asking if we needed anything, my date asked her politely, while having my hard cock exposed in one hand, with its purple head completely in the open, to inform Anna she would not require me fucking her with a condom; she wanted me on a flesh-to-flesh basis and that she would pay the difference tomorrow.

"Of course, madam," the waitress answered and left us, looking for Anna.

"What room do we have?" She asked, while sending a text on her mobile, grabbing her small bag and standing up.

"We have number 11; it is at the end of this corridor, on the left." I replied while standing up. I lifted my shorts and zipped up so I could walk.

As we entered the room, I closed and locked the door behind us. There were no wall mirrors or ceiling mirrors; it was like a normal bedroom but very modern and minimalistic. It even had a small bathroom, including a shower. Plus, it had a small fridge, filled with all kinds of drinks and snacks, and on top and next to it on the wall shelves, you would find anything you might need for the fornication, from all kinds of condom sizes, dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, plugs, cockrings, love balls, and some BDSM accessories (the real BDSM rooms were in the back of the mansion).

My date simply threw her handbag on the floor and turned around, facing me.

"Did you know I am married?" She whispered, her strong attitude changing into a softer style.

"Yes, I do," I answered, waiting for the rest.

"I have never done this before, going all the way with somebody but my husband."

She continued telling me, "This month is the third anniversary that he hasn't touched me at all, but I have always been faithful to him. Because of that, after trying to inspire him to sleep with me in many different but futile attempts, almost a year after our last sex, I started collecting these real porn pictures from here to help me get fantasies for my masturbation moments.

"I know he has no affairs; I had him followed for many months. He is simply not interested in me anymore. I have now been off the pill for the past 2 years."

And she added. "This is not a **** thing or anything, but that night, as I came for the first time to a special event, seeing you taking that young woman hour after hour, breeding her each time with your seed, deep inside her, I knew what I was missing, and I wanted to feel like a woman again."

"I just sent a text to Anna, confirming what Anna and I had discussed before, without you knowing. I simply wasn't sure what I was going to say yes to and what not and how far I would go with you, so we agreed on little steps."

"She knows now; I will take you semi-unhinged, without any protection from both sides, risking it all: my marriage, my financial situation, my friends, and my status, but I can assure you, there is nothing sadder than having no feelings inside."

"Anna promised me on her life that if things would go wrong with me after tonight, she would take care of me, and she would find a job for me here at the mansion, including a place to stay."

"The big question is, do you agree to fulfill me as I hoped for?"

"Are you really sure you want me to be the babymaker?" I asked her. "Because our lives will not follow the same path."

"It is not just the baby; it is the whole experience, from the first kiss with you, the coupling, hoping for my first orgasm from a man again, and perhaps becoming a mama."

"There is a good reason why this party is held today." She added. "Tomorrow I am most fertile. Do you still want me?" She whispered.

"More than ever! I am proud of you having chosen me in all the aspects you named just now!"

I added, "Come, sit with me on the bed; I have two or three harmless questions for you."

"Yes!" She answered happily, smiling, happy that things were going as she wished for.

"Would you like to meet with me here, depending on how much both of us will like our first night, perhaps once a week, if we ask Anna? Perhaps you are paying Anna a special price for us meeting here, without Anna charging my full salary?"

"Oh yes!" She was radiant now.

"Will you take off that mask tonight?"

She simply did, without hesitating.

Now I recognized her! The owner of all the 12 dive centers, whom I worked for, was her husband!

"Will you tell?" she asked.

"Are you crazy? And lose you? Never!"

"Last question of mine," I continued: "You do know my lifestyle now, and it is not meant for relationships. I do have one official party a month, and as you perhaps have heard, the fucking and breeding of Natalya took two full days, but we only showed the clients like 10 hours in total, of a total of 24 hours I was defiling her, with sleep, food, and toilet breaks in between. The booking was to break her spirit, and we did."

"No problem. That carnal **** of the 18-year-old babe was exactly what sent me over the edge." She smiled. "I wish I could have helped you by holding her down to the stage floor when she was wearing that BDSM harness."

"Then kiss me," I said to her.

Will be continued.