#62
Valeria dismissed the fantastical notion of sexual rejuvenation with a flick of her mental wrist. It was unscientific, a fairytale for desperate women clutching at dead hopes.
There’s no way that a boy’s semen could rejuvenate a woman. Not to mention, impregnate a woman with a dead womb- someone who can’t conceive anymore.
Although the real anomaly wasn’t in what the boy’s seed might do, but in the boy himself.
He was a statistical impossibility—a male whose endurance and output defied every biological model they had. No boy or man could ever match his vigor. Even the specs and size of his manhood could be said to be parallel to his libido. His existence is already bordering on fantasy.
But he’s real.
Could it be a mutation?
Genetic evolution?
“How about with other women? How is his performance…?” Valeria asked, her tone sharp, cutting through the lingering haze of her own arousal.
She shifted in her chair, the leather creaking softly under her as she crossed her legs, trying to ignore the persistent throb between her thighs.
“Same, I can say. There’s no decrease, or negative change in his performance with other women,” Evelyn replied without a shred of hesitation. She tapped a command into her datapad, and the hologram shimmered, shifting from the intimate bedroom scene to a new, steamy tableau.
The air on screen was thick with clouding steam, but the hidden lens in the corner of the Grant family bathroom captured everything with crystalline clarity. This time, Evelyn herself was the focus.
Her pristine maid uniform lay discarded in a heap on the tiled floor, the black fabric soaked at the edges from the spray. She stood under the cascading water, her arms wrapped around William’s neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together in the humid air, skin glistening as rivulets traced paths down their forms.
Valeria leaned forward, her breath catching as she watched William’s hands move with deliberate intent.
His fingers explored Evelyn’s back, splaying across the dimples at the base of her spine, drawing a soft moan from her lips that echoed through the office speakers.
They were chest to chest, Evelyn’s back pinned against the tiled wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
William thrusts slowly, languidly, his cock sliding deep into her pussy with each measured push, savoring the aftershocks of their coupling. His palms slid down her slick sides, over the flare of her hips, until they cupped her ass—full, round cheeks that filled his grip perfectly, squeezing as he pulled her harder onto him.
“God, Eve,” William murmured from the speaker. “Your ass… It’s amazing.”
Evelyn chuckled, her head tilting back to let the spray hit her face, water streaming over her closed eyes and parted lips.
“Mmm, keep gripping it like that, Master. Fuck me deeper—yes, just like that.”
Her words dissolved into a gasp as he obliged, his hips snapping forward, cock plunging fully into her with a wet slap that reverberated through the steam.
“Haah, haah,” Valeria’s pulse quickened.
She could feel the heat flooding her core as she watched the scene unfold.
It was not the first time she had seen one of her agents having sex with their partners, but it was surely the first one to have a man be so hot and passionate.
The first one to show a man pinning a woman against the wall, moving his hips as if he wanted to skewer her to the wall. Moan and call her name so passionately. Touch her body as if he could not get enough of it. Fucking hot! She didn’t know how a man could take a woman over so completely. But this boy had. No, this is a man. A real Man.
“This was this morning as well,” Evelyn said casually, her voice steady despite the explicit display of herself being fucked against the wall, playing out before them. She stared at herself moaning in the video without batting an eyelid, her expression amused, full of affection, and laced with a hint of lingering desire.
“After his morning exercises. I was asked to assist with cleanup… and more. He took me right there in the shower, came inside me twice before we even dried off. After that, we carried it on the bed where he came inside me again, and again. I suspect I might get pregnant after being injected with such potent semen every day.”
Valeria nodded absently, her hand drifting unconsciously to the hem of her skirt.
The office was dimly lit, the holographic projector casting flickering blue light across the walls, but she didn’t care about propriety.
Evelyn was more than a subordinate; she was a trusted agent, one who understood the demands of their work in this male-scarce world. And truthfully, Valeria suspected any woman watching William Grant fuck like that would feel the same pull.
And Evelyn believed that as well. That is why she didn’t show any reaction toward Valeria, the highly acclaimed director of the Male Protection Agency, masturbating in front of her.
After all, who could stay indifferent to this exciting scene?
One must know that most women in the world spend their time without knowing men. And Valeria is one of them.
“Are you not taking your pills?”
Evelyn shook her head, “Not since Master William started asking for my body. I thought it was a good opportunity to conceive while Master William still desires my body…. Ahm, I apologized, it was a selfish decision on my part.”
“No. No, you already did well. And I won’t fault you for that. Anyone would be in your position. Just make sure to take care of yourself, and make sure to have yourself checked every day just to make sure.”
“Of course. I’m already doing that.”
The video continued with a loud moan.
A man’s scream that seemed straight out of a woman’s delusional fantasy.
“Fuck, Eve, you’re so wet—gripping me like a vice,”
Hearing this, Valeria could not help but bite her lip, her own arousal spiking.
Her fingers slipped under the fabric, brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She pressed her palm against her clit, rubbing in slow circles as the video continued.
“Haah, haah, what about the other members of the household? Is there anyone who is not taking pills and is trying to conceive?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Master’s Sisters are all taking their pills due to personal reasons. Although I’m not sure about Ms. Daniela. Though she did mention she’s taking them religiously, I have a hard time trusting her.”
“Hm, I guess, from the reports, she’s not really trustworthy, huh.”
“It’s not that she’s not trustworthy, it’s just…”
“It’s fine. I can understand what you’re trying to say. She does look like someone who would do anything and everything to get what she wanted. She’s a dangerous woman, for sure.”
Evelyn smiled wryly, hearing the director’s assessment of Daniela. Even though she wanted to defend Daniela, since she was still one of her mistresses and had always been very nice to her, she could not, as she agreed with what the director said.
“…If not for the fact that our ‘Man’ seems to have taken a liking to her, and was even continuing their sexual relations, she would have been thrown into jail a long time ago for assaulting him.”
“Well, isn’t this also a blessing in disguise?” Evelyn muttered. “…because of what she did, my master has awakened his desire and become the man he is now.”
“The end doesn’t justify the means, Evelyn. I believe I already taught you that a long time ago. A sin cannot be forgiven, no matter how good the intention or result was.”
“I know, but director.”
“Enough. I’m not going to keep debating this topic because it’s already settled. As I said, even if I don’t want to condone her behavior, I can’t do anything with our ‘Man’ taking her side. If we throw her in jail, this might cause some unnecessary friction between him and us. That is something we can’t allow to happen.”
“Understood.”
“Good. Now, let’s continue with your report.”
“Yes, director.” Evelyn nodded her head and tapped her datapad again.
The hologram transitioned seamlessly, pulling up a series of clips from William’s morning routine.
“… This morning, like yesterday, and the day before, the Master did his routine jog and met Ms. Zabini, and had sex. He came twice inside of her. This time, he also had sexual intercourse with Mrs. Eli Erthway.”
The new video loaded: a secluded park path at dawn, dew-kissed grass underfoot, a lithe woman with black hair was leaning against a tree, her shorts pulled down to her ankles as she screams.
William had her bent forward, one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her hair as he fucked her from behind. His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, slick sounds mixing with her breathless moans.
Valeria’s breath hitched, her fingers plunging deeper into herself, two digits curling to hit that sensitive spot inside. She could see the boy’s cock glistening with her juices as he backed up and drove the full length of his cock in-and-out of her pussy, making loud, juicy wet slaps as his pelvis smacked her wetness.
The sight of William’s stamina—unyielding, tireless—stirred something primal in her.
Envy flickered, hot and sharp, but she pushed it down, focusing on the data. Yet her body betrayed her, pussy clenching around her fingers as she watched him cum, hips jerking as he pumped his load deep into the young dark-skinned woman.
But there was another woman there. A more mature, older woman was watching from the sideline. After cumming inside the young woman, William turns around and starts walking toward the older woman, who greeted him happily. Then, as if it was natural, she gently grabbed his dick and started washing it with her tongue and lips.
“Eli Erthway?” Valeria managed, her voice huskier than intended, pulling her hand free momentarily to adjust her position.
“Yes, Ms. Zabini’s co-worker. Married. Has one daughter. She’s forty-four years old. Fertility level is below 11%.”
“11%? Basically a dead womb… normal considering her age,” Valeria nodded, though her mind raced. Even with such low odds, William’s seed was worth documenting.
The video played on, the screen flickering with raw, unfiltered passion that held Valeria captive in her high-backed office chair.
After the older woman meticulously washed William’s thick cock, her hands lingering with a possessive tenderness, she paused and gestured toward the younger woman, as if summoning her to take over.
But before the invitation could fully land, William’s hand shot out, cupping the back of the older woman’s neck and pulling her into a fierce kiss. Her lips parted in evident surprise, eyes widening for a split second before melting into the intensity of his mouth claiming hers.
They tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs, bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Hugs turned frantic, kisses deepening with urgent tongues exploring, until the older woman asserted control.
With a swift twist of her hips, she flipped them over, straddling him now, her weight pinning him beneath her. And then she dove back in. Her lips crashed against his in a storm of desire, her hands roaming his chest.
Valeria watched, transfixed, as the woman’s desperation unfolded.
She clawed at her own work attire—a crisp blouse and fitted skirt—tearing buttons free in her haste, fabric ripping with a satisfying sound that echoed through the speakers.
Valeria understood that desperation all too well; in the same position, she’d shred her clothes without a second thought. Soon, the older woman was fully exposed, her heavy breasts swaying as she positioned herself above the boy’s rigid shaft.
She sank down slowly at first, then with building momentum, bouncing on his cock, her pussy enveloping him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.
Valeria’s free hand clenched the armrest of her chair, knuckles whitening, while the other delved beneath her skirt once more. Her fingers resumed their insistent rhythm, thumb pressing and circling her swollen clit with furious intensity.
The voices from the video filtered through the room, syncing with her quickening breaths—short, ragged gasps that matched the on-screen action.
“Fuck! You’re so big! This is fucking the best!” the older woman cried out between labored breaths, her body slamming down as William’s cock thrust upward, pounding relentlessly into her slick cunt.
“Little Will, how long can you go on?”
“Forever, I hope!” William replied.
“I wish! But we have to finish by noon—I still have a lot to fix. Ahh, f, fuck!”
“Okay, I’ll do my best.”
William chuckled before yanking her head down again.
Their lips met in a passionate lock, tongues dueling as saliva glistened on their chins. All the while, she kept up her steady rhythm, wide hips rising and falling, driving his cock in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, audible slaps that made Valeria’s core throb in sympathy.
After a while, the older woman broke the kiss abruptly, her face flushed and slick with sweat.
“I’m going to cum!” she announced, her voice breaking into loud, desperate gasps. She thrust her pelvis back harder, grinding against him, chasing that edge.
Valeria zoomed in closer on the screen, her eyes locking onto William’s beautiful face—the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his eyelids fluttered, the familiar signs of his impending climax that she’d witnessed countless times in other videos.
Evelyn’s voice droned on in the background, delivering her routine report, but the words blurred into white noise as Valeria ramped up her own pace. Her fingers plunged deeper into her pussy, sliding in and out with slick urgency, the squelching sounds barely drowned out by the video’s moans.
“Aaaahhhh, F, fuck!!”
