Freddy gave me a long thoughtful look, and then nodded before replying, "I hope we are always friends too, Brunhilde. You can come hang out and we can talk anytime. About anything. I know what you will be doing here, and you'll get no judgment from me. And don't worry, I will continue to ignore your flirting and advances."
I gave him another devastating smile. My best, most seductive smile I knew how to give, then threw back my Shirley Temple, ate my cherries, and gave him a wink and a tip before sliding off the stool and leaving with a farewell wave and a wink.
A visit to the bathroom made sure that everything was still in place. Entering the Basement I walked through an array of men and women hanging by ropes or buckled to frames as men fucked women, women fucked men, and a diverse array of paddling, switching, and flogging. There were those with feathers, nipple clamps, and labia pinchers. Weights hung from men's testicles or dicks. They all looked pained but also feverish and euphoric.
Setting a pace that brooked no interruptions I made for the stairs leading to the sub-levels. Jasmin's office was on the immediate left. Opposite of her door was a door I had seen on my first visit to this level. It made more sense to me now than it did then. A clear sign in raised brass font announcing, Waiting Room. Walking through the door and into the room was like walking into Starbucks. Men and women sat at tables or on couches. There was a bar that served tea, coffee, or any alcoholic beverage that might be wanted. There was a hot deli and a cold deli serving food that looked like it could have come from any five star restaurant to food you might get at a fuel station. The room was only about half full, so it wasn't a problem finding a chair to sit in as I unlocked my phone and brought up the CV App. As a matter of fact almost everyone was on their phones, though I wasn't sure if we were all on the same App.
Selecting the Mission Board, I quickly scrolled through the Special Operations. There were four missions: Virgin Impregnation, Loli Impregnation, Hotwife Impregnation, and Milf Impregnation. The first two were none selectable since I was not a virgin, and my personal information on height, weight, and measurements said I was no loli in appearance. A quick call to Jasmin had confirmed that all lolis were women eighteen and older that were petite and youthful in appearance. The objective of the Volton was to cater to a fantasy not an abusive industry. The next two, the hotwife and milf, would have been available to me except that I was already pregnant, and changing my Maternity Status must have disqualified me.
Scrolling down to Personal Requests, there were eight quests: Oh to fuck a Loli, Wanted - Young Pregnant Hotwife, Goldielocks and the Three Bears, Wolf and Three Pawgs, Wolf and Red Riding Hood, Got Milf, Wanna Fuck Pawgy-Style, and Wanted - Hotwife. I snickered through reading the titles. They were awful! But, the rewards were good. The two best being the Loli and the Pregnant Hotwife quests. Each awarded a Cristian Louboutin purse worth a thousand dollars, and 1000 Fame.
A quick scan of the General quests showed that none of those house quests awarded nearly as much for the amount of time. Thinking of the time, I checked it and then made my quest selections.
There were several hisses as the quests disappeared from others screens in the room. The quests locked in on my screen. I rented one of the small rooms on the level I was already on, and then scheduled the four quests I accepted in their own one hour time frame with a half hour break in between. With everything set I ordered a coffee, once I got it I left for room 108, my new workspace.
Room 108 was exactly as the word described. It was a twelve by twelve foot room with a bed, two nightstands, a lamp, and a clock. The bed was made up with pillows, sheets, and comforters so that it looked like it could be found in any well to do woman's bedroom. With a sharp nod of approval I sat down on the edge of the bed and straightened my dress as I waited.
My dress was a sapphire blue wrap tonight. Not quite as tight or as short as my emerald prom dress that was little more than a skintight nightclub mini-dress when I bought and wore it the first time seven years ago. When I wore it here last, years and two babies later, it looked absolutely painted on. In preparation for my new sexual lifestyle, I went and bought a few more dresses with shoes and purses to match. Actually it was a lot of dresses, shoes, and purses to match. Looking down at my purse sitting on my lap, I tisked at myself. I looked like a girl waiting patiently for her date.
Walking over to the nightstand I set my purse on it, and then walked over to an open suspended coat hanger shelf and started taking off my dress and hanging it on a hanger. Very quickly I was left only in a garter belt and thigh-highs and my sapphire heels. Those I left on, and then climbed onto the bed and tried to arrange myself where I looked relaxed and inviting.
The first quest scheduled was Wanted - Young Pregnant Hotwife. The man that made the quest alias was Cuckatiel. Membership tier: Gold. Age: 51. Build: athletic. Cock size: ten inches. Girth: thick. Cum quantity: above average.
When he walked in Cuckatiel was a tall black man that filled the entire door frame. He must have been a basketball player at some time because he must have been nearer to seven feet tall than six. His shoulders were broad, his physique athletic though he was thickened with age. If he had lifted weights it was in the past though he was far from being overweight. His skin was a very dark brown with a golden undertone. His eyes were dark and piercing, and his carefully groomed hair was tight coils of curls cut to appear that he had a classic part on the right side of his head. He was clean shaven, and had wings of white in the short cut hair at his temples.
His eyes opened wider as he seemed to drink in the view of me laying on the bed, then he asked, "Hotwife842?"
His voice was a deep resonant rumble that made my heart flutter instantly. I felt attracted to him. His cologne wafted over and my mouth started watering. I was sexually attracted and so much more, instantly!
I had to swallow before I answered, "Yes, Cuckatiel?"
"Yes," He answered simply with an admiring smile, "You are even more beautiful than your pictures."
The App had a feature where I could take selfies and a few home videos of me taking a shower, a bath, and one masturbating in bed. They turned out really good. Of course I had to reshoot the videos about a dozen times each before I had them exactly how I wanted them.
"Thank you," I purred graciously.
Moving to the side of the bed and standing up I walked over to Cuckatiel. He was so tall! I think I came only to his sternum. He was chest, shoulders, and head taller than me, and I was not short.
He inspected me as well. Lingering the longest on my belly before he said, "My request was for a pregnant hotwife."
"I am," I answered, "I am two months pregnant. I am one of those that doesn't show until I'm three to five months along."
"And you're married?" He asked.
"Sure am," I said as I waggled my finger up at his face brandishing my wedding rings, "To a cheating bastard, and now I am going to show him how it feels!"
"Good," Cuckatiel purred predatorially as he raised his hands up to caress my shoulders, "A cheating husband huh? Well, let's repay him in kind together."
"My thoughts exactly," I replied with a honeyed smile and a fire in my eyes.
In a swift motion he stooped down and picked me up like a bride. I grunted in surprise. He picked me up like I weighed nothing, and I was no light weight. I might not be fat, but I was made of thick muscle. Not even Oliver had attempted to pick me up on our wedding night.
Cuckatiel stepped over to the bed and laid me down in the center. Then he stood up and began shucking off his clothes. As he did I asked, "So, what makes a man like you want to fuck another man's pregnant wife?"
