Eroflu Shanghai Ch 17

Anya's breath caught in her throat as she leaned closer, intently watching his sleeping face. He was frowning slightly in his sleep, and his fingers had twitched. Was this it? Was it a nightmare? But as she watched, his face relaxed again. She checked the time. Only ten minutes left in her shift. If he had a nightmare in the next ten minutes, she'd be the one to get to comfort him.

She was so, so very ready to comfort him. Wet and squirming from watching him sleep for two hours while her head spun with vivid memories of the unbelievably hot orgy at the dance party, where he had given her four of the most epic orgasms of her life with his magic cock, and where she had seen him knock up fifty-six women and then pass out before he could finish with the last five he had saved as his favorites, including herself.

Somehow after she finally fucked him, it had become easier to wait for his seed. It felt real now, certain. She knew how much she had blown his mind, how desperately he wanted to knock her up, how unbelievably potent he was, and how hard it had been for him to hold back and save her for later. It was inevitable now.

Again, vivid memories of that entire unbelievable day flashed through her mind as she watched him sleep.

The waiting that came before had been torture. All day yesterday she had yearned for him. She had first met him at breakfast only yesterday, but it had felt like an eternity. She had been utterly consumed with thoughts of how badly she needed him deep inside her, filling her hyper-fertile womb with his perfect seed.

But she and the other dancers hadn't let it distract them. They were highly disciplined professionals. Instead, they had channeled all that urgency into their preparations. All day they had trained and practiced, trying out and refining so many ideas. That genius Anna had first guided them through a seemingly endless repertoire of complex thrusting and stretching movements they could do in any conventional sex position. Then there were so many new positions only possible with their highly trained, flexible bodies and their exceptional balance and body control. They each practiced complex, fluid, sensual thrusting movements on their own, then worked in small groups to practice multi-girl positions that allowed them to alternate thrusts onto a shared cock, with the role of Jim played by a girl with a strap-on. Then they did a series of increasingly complex large-group positions where several of them worked together to hold up one or both lovers, trying many different props, including pillows, trampolines, and aerial dance harnesses. And finally, they practiced several techniques for the group to help rapidly switch pussies to maximize the number who could receive his seed from a single orgasm.

They had been joined after lunch by some girl band idols Anna knew, three Korean and four Chinese. The seven of them hadn't met Jim yet, so the others had to tone down the overtly sexual nature of the training by getting dressed and putting away the strap-ons they had been using. The idols were already well-trained in sexually suggestive dancing so they excelled at all the new moves Anna taught them.

As they trained, the thought kept hitting her that every single one of these wonderful bodies was going to bear his children. It was so fucking hot to think of, but also seemed so unreal, so impossible. How could he do so many? How many days would it take? Eighteen dancers, including the idols. Looking at each one of them, she was struck by the certainty that their perfect DNA would combine so beautifully with his. She craved it, almost as much as she craved his seed herself. It was mind-bogglingly hot, but part of her mind just couldn't accept it, just couldn't believe the scale of it. There were just too many of them. How could this be real?

But the true scale of the situation didn't hit her until they arrived for the dance party. What an incredible crowd, what impossibly beautiful bodies, gorgeous faces, and such intense joy and excitement. Eighteen dancers had seemed like an absurd, impossible harem for Jim. And then suddenly she was in a crowd of over fifty new recruits. All so excited, all so gorgeous, all utterly fertile, and all destined to combine their DNA with Jim's. Her brain couldn't process it, couldn't accept that he could possibly do them all, even though she felt so sure he would.

She didn't see Jim, so she had pulled Leizu aside and asked her where he was. Leizu had paused, smiling, savoring the moment, then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "He's upstairs sleeping, recovering from the dinner party. He needed a little rest after knocking up eighty-seven women."

Stunned disbelief. She had made Leizu repeat it twice. Looking into her eyes, she knew she wasn't kidding. Eighty fucking seven. It should have been unbelievable. But she knew it was true. And she knew it meant that this crowd wasn't too big for him. He really could do them all. Her lust then somehow ratcheted up even higher as she again gazed around in wonder at the crowd.

A few minutes later, soon after the dance music started, Jim had come downstairs. Anya had watched in awe as he made his way through the joyfully dancing crowd, shaking hands and leaving a trail of squirming new recruits in his wake. Soon he had met them all. And they were all bound to him, that entire huge crowd now destined to bear his children, consumed with desire for him, the air thick with the smell of it, each of them pouring their desire and excitement into their eyes and their dancing. They all knew, and he did too. He could have any of them. He could just pick any of them at any moment and take her. Yet he waited, keeping his hands to himself, savoring the anticipation.

The idol girls had performed first. They were the warm-up act. They were still wide-eyed and staring at him when their dance began, minutes after meeting him. They pushed him to sit straddling a low backless padded bench, and the crowd parted in a circle around them to watch. It started out sexy and then just went higher and higher as they danced, each girl taking a turn in front, each one dancing more and more suggestively, closer and closer to him until they were taking turns doing lap dances on him as he leaned back on the bench. His knuckles were white on the bench, gripping it tightly, seeming to use all of his willpower to stop himself from grabbing them.

Yun Hee was the one who finally broke his resistance. The K-pop idol had stripped off her panties and pushed him onto his back on the bench, straddling his head with both hands under her dress, clearly masturbating herself inches from his face as she danced over him. He had finally relented, seizing her and pulling her pussy down onto his mouth, and she had ridden his face to a powerful loud orgasm that drove the crowd wild as the other dancers took that as their signal to finally touch him. They quickly stripped off his clothes and their own and danced much closer, worshipfully caressing him all over.

Then they had taken turns riding him, their movements so sensuous, the pleasure it gave them so unbelievably intense, each of them coming at least once on his cock before he filled them all except two, Yun Hee and Qiaolan, who he wanted to save for later.

The crowd's reaction was indescribable. So much joy, so much giddy excitement, so much vicarious pleasure, such a powerful connection as they saw their driving purpose begin to be fulfilled, reveling in it, loving it, so utterly happy for each other.

Within minutes the entire crowd had gotten undressed. The penthouse was dark for the dance party, and they all knew the door was locked to late arrivals now that the party had started. They had all been told that if they were late they'd be sent to an overflow party. As they revealed their bodies to him, it seemed to drive Jim's lust even higher. His eyes repeatedly strayed from whichever sexy idol was riding him to ogle the crowd, feasting on their bodies as they stripped and danced, their eyes and their movements so powerfully communicating their wild excitement, their urgent need for him and for his seed.

And almost the hottest part of it all was how this affected Jim. His eyes. His movements. Just unbelievably intense lust. They were his, all of them. His eyes ravished them. He couldn't wait to take them. Everywhere he looked in that huge crowd, women gasped and moaned urgently. They all knew they were his. He had become a beast, a predator, the sight of his prey only driving his insatiable lust higher.

When he had pushed the last two idols away, saving them for later, and the professional dancers began bringing their props and pushing the crowd back to make room for their own performance, he had seized four random women from the audience and proceeded to fuck them all. By the time the next performance began just a few minutes later, those four were all knocked up, radiating contagious beautiful joy as they rejoined the writhing crowd, their sisters crowding around them, many hands reaching out to caress them, reveling together in their profound connection, their bodies moving as one, all driven by the same beautiful purpose, all just overflowing with wild excitement, exquisite pleasure, and perfect bliss.

And then, just when everyone in the audience must have been thinking that nothing could ever be hotter than this, the professional dancers began their performance. They were a whirlwind of gorgeous elegant nude bodies around him as he stood still, trying to hold back the urge to seize them, savoring the anticipation and the sight of their exquisitely graceful nude bodies, at first not touching but dancing closer and closer, each girl having a turn dancing suggestively in front of him, each one in a different position, sometimes held by others in mid-air in front of him, writhing their urgently wet pussies inches from his face or his cock, and always moving so devastatingly sexily, every movement crying out their desire for him to take them.

And when he finally did, it was somehow even better than they had imagined it could be. They had been imagining it all day, the anticipation and desire building up as they prepared, their visions of it so impossibly hot that it seemed the reality would have to be a letdown. But it wasn't, at all. It was the sex of the gods. Flashes of it filled her mind again, vivid memories of dozens of dizzyingly hot, beautiful moments. Standing, on the bench, draped over pillows on the floor, up against the windows, flying with the aerial dance harnesses, or held up by others, he had ravished them all in so many beautiful ways, holding his seed back so long. They were all his favorites, all of it was too good to be done with. It had gone on and on, the crowd utterly wild with it, everyone in the room shaking from repeated orgasms. Finally, his own exhaustion showing, he gave in, beginning to fill them with his seed, and that beautiful joy filled the room so completely.

And then Byeol, that absurdly sexy little Korean aerial dancer, had swooped in and pushed him to lay back on the bench and mounted him, suspended over him. And she spun. She fucking spun like a top with his cock in her. Whipping around and around like a figure skater. She utterly blew his mind. And everyone else's. Anya had never imagined anything like it. Jim didn't even try to hold back, just let her drive him to a gargantuan orgasm that way. It was so fucking ridiculously hot, utterly blowing his mind, making nearly everyone in the room come along with them. Then he had passed out, still not having knocked up Anya and her Chinese ballerina friend Qiu.

They carried him to a couch and he slept. Anya had worried he might be done for the night. But somehow, after a brief nap, he was recharged, again full of lust, rejoining the nude dance party.

Adeline, that lovely French modern dancer, had become one of his helpers, gaining that uncanny ability to know just how to use her fingers and her tongue on each of them to bring them right to the brink. With three helpers he had fucked his way through that crowd so quickly, everyone he entered being ready to have a massive screaming orgasm within a few strokes. He came in almost all of them quickly, saving only a few as favorites, again including Anya and Qiu, despite taking both of them two more times. And the joy from knocking up so many of them quickly was so powerful, so utterly overwhelming. It was the most beautiful thing. She had never imagined she could feel that way. So connected to each other, all of them just absolutely overflowing with profound bliss.

Anya was brought back to the present moment when she heard soft footsteps approaching. She turned to see Yun Hee at the bedroom door. That gorgeous Korean girl band idol had the next shift. Anya shook her head at her, pointing at her watch and then holding up five fingers. Yun Hee looked at her phone, then held up four fingers back. Shit. Four minutes now. She returned to staring intently at Jim. She of course wanted him to get the rest he needed after that impossible marathon performance, but a big part of her also desperately hoped for the nightmare Leizu had said might come.

Two agonizing minutes ticked slowly by. Then suddenly he twitched and frowned again. Was this it? She leaned in close. Yun Hee was hovering right behind her. Both of them held their breath.

His frown intensified and he turned onto his back. His mouth opened and they clearly heard him whisper, "No..."

She didn't hesitate. Instantly she was with him, caressing his face and hair and whispering in his ear, "There there, Jim, I'm here. Let me comfort you," while her other hand crept under the sheets and caressed its way down his nude chest.

His sleeping face relaxed. A happy moan escaped his lips as her fingers slowly circled lower. She kissed all over his neck, deeply breathing in his scent, her drenched pussy clenching in anticipation, her whole being full of excitement. Finally, her fingers found that magic cock that had delivered such unbelievable pleasure to her last night. It quickly hardened in her hand as she kissed her way closer to his lips. And then his eyes were open and he was kissing her back as his hips thrust against her hand.

His nightmare a quickly fading memory, Jim opened his eyes. It was Anya kissing him, Anya's soft warm hand stroking his cock. What a goddess. A favorite among favorites. That gorgeous angelic face, those soulful eyes, that heavenly silky skin, that absurdly sexy body shape, that amazing flexibility and body control, and above all the grace, sensuality, and expressiveness of her every movement. Four times with her last night, each burned into his memory forever, absolutely epic sex, so unbelievably hot, each time culminating in an exquisite, glorious orgasm she expressed so beautifully with her whole body, requiring every ounce of his control to hold back each time.

She pulled back from his lips and her gorgeous eyes met his. The desire there took his breath away. She wanted, needed him so desperately. She had been craving him for almost a full day. "Anya," he whispered, feeling his own desire rising stunningly quickly, almost matching hers. He paused a moment, pouring his growing lust into his eyes. "I need you, now."

"Yes!" she cried, throwing off her bathrobe, revealing her gorgeous nude body beneath, and whipping the sheet off of him. She was on him in seconds, straddling him and reaching down to position his cock at her entrance. Slick heavenly tightness, both of them gasping at the pleasure of it, somehow still not used to it. It was still overwhelming, stunning, every millimeter so delicious, so right, making time slow down. His wide eyes raked over her unbelievably sexy body stretched out over him, memorizing her utter perfection again, reveling in the moment. What a way to wake up. What perfection. Pushing down again, slowly, sensuously, welcoming him deeper and deeper inside her.

That absolute goddess body was now, right now, once again fully joined with him, his hard shaft pressing deep inside her body, and she was again beginning to move on him, sensuous, elegant, graceful, fluid. It was the first time he had fucked her in anything resembling a normal position, in a bed, and not surrounded by a huge nude crowd watching, many of them loudly orgasming along with her. This was so intimate, so personal, and it was also weirdly more amazing how sexy her movements were without the benefit of some impossible act of body contortion or balance. Not that she hadn't been mind-blowingly hot with one leg stretched straight up high in the air and her hands on the windows, or in a handstand with her legs spread wide, feet supported by other dancers, arching back toward him as he stood and pounded into her. But this felt somehow more real, more believable.

He gazed in wonder at those smooth shapely thighs, those exaggeratedly wide hips, and that impossibly tiny waist, that gorgeous flat abdomen flexing and writhing onto him, and he knew that deep inside her, the tip of his potent shaft was coming to rest on each stroke so close to two fertile eggs. The passion in her eyes was so intense, and he knew exactly what she was thinking, exactly what that look meant. Like him, she was consumed with thoughts of combining their DNA. Their twins would be so perfect. What a gift, what an unbelievable treasure, to be able to combine his DNA with this impossibly perfect woman. And it could happen so soon. If he let it.

"Fuck, Anya," he said. "You're too good. I'm close already. I don't want to be done with you."

"Shh, it's ok. Just let it go. I'm a dream. Just fill me and sleep."

He could hardly argue. She was a dream. Just too insanely hot, too impossibly beautiful, too absurdly gifted at lovemaking. Her strokes suddenly got deeper, slower, and far more intense, adding a new twisting and rolling motion with her hips on each thrust that made each downstroke impossibly tight, the pleasure almost irresistible. He fought for control, not wanting this to end.

Then he finally noticed they weren't alone. Yun Hee, the last of the K-pop idols, was standing nearby, her bathrobe open to reveal her gorgeous nude body, a hand busy at her wet pussy, eyes fixed on him, burning with lust.

"Join us," he said.

She threw off her robe and quickly slipped in behind Anya, pressing close to her, joining her movements.

On the next upstroke, Anya lifted slightly higher while reaching down to capture his cock, then smoothly pushed it backward just the right amount and he felt himself slowly entering Yun Hee's sweet little pussy. Oh my fucking god that was good. They paused as Yun Hee gasped out her shock and pleasure, then resumed moving again, perfectly in sync, a few deep luxurious strokes in each one before passing him back to the other. A perfect, smooth transition each time, not interrupting their rhythm at all. The two gorgeous women moved together so beautifully. As if they had rehearsed this.

Anya knew he was close. Her eyes filled with excitement as she took him extra deep each time, extending her turn a few more strokes despite Yun Hee's whimpering. He was right on the edge, hanging on for dear life.

"Anya, no, I can't get enough of you. Not in a lifetime," he said, pushing her gently up on her next upstroke. She yielded, letting Yun Hee take her turn again.

"It's ok," Anya said. "You have so many others. You can fill me!"

"No, there's nobody like you."

"You're wrong," she whispered, then moaned as she strummed her clit faster, still rising and falling perfectly in sync with Yun Hee's thrusts onto him. "There are so many. Fill me and I'll fly to Moscow today and bring them to meet you in Stockholm."

Holy fucking shit what a dizzyingly hot thought. More Anyas. She saw the already wildly intense lust in his eyes somehow double, and her answering look was triumphant as she reached down for his cock and Yun Hee relented, passing him smoothly back into her pussy. She began to ride him again, absolutely perfect deep strokes, clenching so tightly on his shaft, driving him inexorably toward her goal, their goal.