"Mei!" He gasped out her name, finally remembering it from the restaurant and connecting it to her email as he delighted in filling her virgin pussy. Not mini-Yuming, Mei. She was special, unique, darling. And his. And so turned on, so hot for him, writhing and stretching as he began to thrust into her. Mei. What an adorable, precious thing she was. Sweet little face contorted in pleasure. Moaning as he sucked her tiny hard nipples, her widely jutting hips bucking to meet his thrusts, squirming to press her sweet little pink clit against him whenever he paused deep inside her.
Mei had been wet for him since the moment she first saw him. From that moment, it hadn't let up, the driving desire she had to give herself to him, to become one with him. No, to become three with him. She had been squirming in need, her throat tight, her body tense, unable to focus on anything else. When she got his email reply she came right in her chair after only a couple little squirms against the seat, but that little orgasm did nothing to quench her lust, and neither did the one she had in the cab on the way to his hotel, hoping Yuming and their driver didn't notice as she snuck her fingers under herself from the opposite side. A few light strokes was all it took, and then she had ridden it out as quietly as she could.
When the models had joined them in the elevator it somehow turned her on even more. The thought that Jim would ravish those goddesses too was so sexy, so right. She wanted that for him almost as much as she wanted him. Then the shock of entering his room and seeing him again, surrounded by his conquests. It had been so fucking hot to watch what he did to Chyou and especially to her friend Yuming. Watching him plunder their bodies, driving into them, so focused on them, the passion and heat of it all so contagious. It was incredibly sexy to see him take them, to know he was breeding with them. Holy shit, she had thought, he is really going to breed us all. What a glorious beast. So when Jim finally turned to her, Mei was already on a short fuse, and now he was burning it fast with his eager, passionate conquest of her body.
And now, right now, finally, his throbbing hardness had at last reached its destination deep inside her, filling her, stretching her, the pleasure of every movement even better than she had ever dreamed it could be, her all-consuming purpose so close. It was too much, far too much, and she was blasting off into a mind shattering orgasm that went on and on.
As Mei came and came, she drove Jim wild with her sexy little gasps and shudders, surprisingly quickly bringing him close to yet another climax. When he neared the brink he entwined his fingers with hers on the mattress, drove deep inside her, held still over her shuddering, writhing body, and asked "What do you want?"
In the throes of a shattering orgasm she could barely speak, but she had to. She found the strength somehow. "Your baby! Please do it! Give me your baby!" she cried. He crashed forward on her, kissing her passionately and pounding away as he erupted in another spectacular release deep inside this adorable, sweet, hyper-fertile stranger. It was so good. So fucking good. Perfection. Bliss. Heaven. He slowed to long, delicious strokes as they both came down. He stayed in her, again trying to memorize this incredible experience, reveling in it with her, the bliss filling them both completely while she cried tears of joy and thanked him. He gave her a final tender kiss and climbed off.
As Xiu tended to him with a wet towel, he gazed at the four tall, slender, gorgeous models, who were all looking at him hungrily. One was Chinese, one Thai, one European, and one Indonesian. They all had the kind of bodies that normally seemed too extremely feminine to be real in photographs, but in person the effect was the opposite. He stared a moment, savoring the anticipation and marveling at their long, thin, shapely legs, wide hips, tiny waists, smooth skin, and gorgeous faces. They were like another species, just too perfectly shapely and lovely to be real. But in person, they were undeniably real, and his for the taking.
And he would take them, but he would take his time too. If he could. He was so turned on he wasn't sure he'd be able to. He wasn't worried at all anymore about whether he could keep going. He wasn't feeling sexually drained or physically exhausted as he knew he should; far from it. His lust and energy only seemed to grow with each conquest. Seven already. And he knew somehow they were all pregnant.
He stepped toward the closest and most exotic one, the Indonesian model. She reached out her hands to him and he took them and held them out wide, stepping in close to her. "I'm Citra," she breathed, her accented voice husky. He smiled, savoring the anticipation as he brought her slender arms up above their heads then left them there, trailing his fingers down her arms with a light, worshipful caress. She squirmed and shivered sexily as he continuing slowly, lightly tracing the unbelievable outline of her body shape, detouring slightly to the sides of her small, upturned breasts, circling them then briefly playing with her tiny erect nipples before continuing down her sides, luxuriating in her shape and in the feel of her smooth dark caramel skin. She moaned and writhed so sexily at his every touch. He passed her tiny waist, then kneeled down to appreciate, no, to worship her gloriously wide hips and the large gap it created between her slender thighs, her center seeming to radiate heat and lust and need as he kneeled before her, his mouth inches away. She widened her stance as he slowly leaned in closer. His fingers had reached her calves and now turned around and lightly caressed their way back up her inner legs. She was squirming and moaning in anticipation as his hands and tongue approached and finally found their heavenly target.
As he tasted and teased her, she gasped and brought her hands to the back of his head, pressing him against her in need. He wanted to take this goddess so badly, to press his hard shaft deep into the heavenly caramel slickness his fingertip was reveling in, but still he held back. He wasn't done worshipping her. He asked her to turn around and she did, again spreading her legs wide apart. She was just as glorious from behind, her ass round and tight and smooth, tapering beautifully into those shapely thighs below and that tiny waist above, all of it in that incredibly smooth, exotic, dark caramel skin. He again stroked all along the outlines of her legs in reverse, and finished his tour standing behind her. He reached around and played with her small breasts again while he stepped in close behind her, his throbbing erection finally touching her wetness, gliding along the outside. She reached down between them to guide him, pushing his tip back and up until it found her heavenly, slick entrance.
He paused, not wanting to rush this, wanting more time with her and fearing he would explode suddenly at any moment. He had thought that caressing her and memorizing her body shape would be a break that would help him calm down a little and not be on edge, but it was the opposite, he was even more turned on. He couldn't wait any longer though. He gently pressed against her, feeling the soft heat of her body, and let her slowly envelop him, feeling the tight wet warmth as she took him inside. Her breath came in short gasps as he began to slowly thrust deeper, their bodies pressing close together as he pushed deep, feeling the smooth firmness of her walls giving way to his length, her muscles tightening and releasing in time with his movements, and all the while looking down at her unbelievable body, watching himself disappear inside her in wonder. Finally he was all the way inside her. She was a goddess. Unreal. Beyond sexy in every way. And that was his cock deep inside her.
The other models had hung back in a sort of hushed reverence as they watched him worship her body. Now that they were joined, the four of them swarmed around, adding their own gentle caresses and licks. Soon he wasn't thrusting at all, just caressing her and enjoying watching her movements as she took control.
Citra's movements kept blowing his mind. They were just so indescribably sensual and passionate. It was like the way she moved was a continual physical expression of every pleasurable sensation she felt. She didn't just push onto his cock, she writhed and squirmed her way onto it. When something felt good to her, her whole body expressed it, and it was fucking contagious as hell. He couldn't get enough of it. He watched himself disappear inside her again, between those perfect thighs, caressing that perfect little waist, watching her expressive, sexy, increasingly urgent movements, feeling every inch of her, possessing her, and knowing she would soon bear his children. It was far too good, and the end was coming far too soon. He seized her hips, managing to slow and stop her before she drove him over the edge. "You're too good, I need to come back to you" he said as he carefully withdrew.
