#63
A… Amazing!
The thought exploded in Valeria’s mind.
The sheer volume of it all—multiple women, multiple climaxes, all in the span of one exhausting day—lit a fierce fire low in her belly, spreading like wildfire through her veins.
She pictured herself there, in their places, the boy’s massive cock stretching her walls to their limit, his hot cum flooding her womb, marking her from the inside out.
Conflicted emotions swirled: she was the director, duty-bound to observe, to analyze these interactions for the greater good of their research program. Indulgence was a luxury she couldn’t afford, a breach of protocol.
But the heat overrode reason, her hips bucking subtly against her invading hand, chasing the release that built like a tidal wave.
Valeria’s pace quickened to a frenzy, her pussy clenching around her fingers, aching with a need that bordered on pain.
She fingered herself harder, deeper, the wet sounds growing louder, more obscene, as her arousal soaked through her panties and dripped onto the leather seat. She could almost feel the weight of his cock inside her, the salty tang of him on her tongue from imagined blowjobs in dimly lit corners.
Duty faded into irrelevance; this was research, she rationalized desperately, even as her face twisted in ecstasy.
The orgasm hit her like a thunderclap, her body shuddering as pent-up waves of pleasure crashed over her. Juices flooded out in several sharp bursts, splattering the floor beneath her desk in a messy puddle that she barely registered in her haze.
“Haah, haah, haah,” she panted, slumping back against her chair, a satisfied smile curving her lips despite the flush of her cheeks.
Fuck, I did it again, she mused inwardly, a mix of exhilaration and mild self-reproach washing over her.
She really couldn’t control these impulses, especially as the years added their weight to her frame and her desires.
People spouted nonsense about a woman’s sexual libido fading with age—like it was some inevitable decline, a gentle dimming of the flame.
What a load of bullshit.
If anything, the older she got, the stronger the cravings became, more insistent, more demanding.
It was just that women like her learned to channel it, to keep it from derailing the rest of their meticulously ordered lives. But here, in the privacy of her office, with the evidence of her release cooling on the floor, control felt like a distant memory.
Valeria drew in a deep, steadying breath, the scent of her own musk hanging faintly in the air. She glanced up at Evelyn, who stood patiently by the desk, her posture impeccable in her maid’s uniform, a wide, knowing smile playing on her lips.
The younger woman’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was no judgment there—only understanding, perhaps even shared hunger.
“I’m sorry you had to see that…again,” Valeria said, her voice still breathy, a touch of embarrassment coloring her tone as she straightened her skirt with trembling hands.
“No, of course not. It’s perfectly normal,” Evelyn replied smoothly, her smile unwavering, as if witnessing her employer’s self-induced climax was just another item on the agenda.
Valeria let out a soft laugh, the sound easing some of the tension from her shoulders.
“Haha, I’m glad to hear that. Though I really do feel a bit ashamed sometimes—I can’t seem to control myself, especially when I saw these videos.”
“That’s understandable, Director. Seeing my master like that… it stirs something in anyone. It made me want to do the same, if I’m honest.”
“Hmm, I envy you, Evelyn. You can just go and satisfy yourself with him whenever the mood strikes. No responsibilities holding you back.”
Evelyn’s smile turned amused, a playful glint in her eye.
“Should I make a schedule for you to meet my master, then? I’m sure he’d be more than willing to accommodate the director herself.”
Valeria’s eyes widened in genuine shock, her heart skipping a beat at the bold suggestion.
She’d never truly imagined Evelyn voicing it so casually, as if arranging a donor meeting was as simple as penciling in a coffee break.
The idea sent a fresh thrill through her, her pussy still sensitive and twitching from her recent release.
“Haha, that sounds incredibly tempting, Evelyn. But… but I have to think about it.”
She paused, her mind racing through the implications.
On one hand, the professional risks were immense: as director, she oversaw the entire program, ensuring ethical boundaries in their study of human desire and the sexual well-being of men. Crossing into personal involvement with a key participant like William could undermine her authority and invite scrutiny from the board.
After all, it would have been fine if she were young, but she was already old- a woman considered as a dead womb. No justification would save her from scandals that would appear if it were discovered that she used her own position to have sex with a man.
Yet, on the other hand, the pull was magnetic.
William wasn’t just any donor; he was the linchpin, his vitality fueling breakthroughs that could redefine aging and libido for women like her.
Meeting him—truly meeting him—might yield insights no report ever could. And beneath the rationale, the raw want pulsed: to feel his hands on her, his cock driving into her with that same relentless energy she saw on screen.
“…Well, I guess it’s also important for me to connect with our most vital donor on a more direct level,” she conceded, her voice gaining a hint of resolve.
Evelyn’s grin widened, and Valeria rolled her eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips.
“Quit teasing me, Evelyn. You’re enjoying this far too much. Anyway, let’s shelve that for now. If you want to head home and find your master, you need to finish your report first.”
Evelyn giggled, the sound light and teasing, like a secret shared between friends rather than subordinates.
“Alright, Director. Anyway, to conclude, Master William’s performance remains consistent across all sessions. His recovery time clocks in under five minutes between ejaculations, and he maintains full hardness without faltering, no matter how many rounds he goes.”
“…Oh… Impressive stamina,” Valeria murmured, her voice thick with unconcealed admiration.
She truly couldn’t wrap her head around it—a man like him, existing in the flesh, not some fabricated ideal from erotic novels or fevered dreams.
He was a sex machine incarnate: tireless, potent, a walking miracle etched into their meticulously compiled data logs. Every thrust, every spurt of cum captured on video, every gasp from his partners—it all painted a picture of unrelenting virility that made her pulse quicken anew, even after her recent release.
Evelyn slid the holopad across the polished desk with a smooth flick of her wrist, activating the interface with a soft chime.
Holographic projections bloomed to life, charts and graphs swirling in mid-air like ethereal dancers, pulling up the detailed reports that Valeria had reviewed a hundred times but never tired of dissecting.
Valeria accepted the device, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the cool surface.
She scanned the files while the videos looped in the background, the older woman’s moans providing a rhythmic underscore to the clinical data.
The first section laid out William’s physical traits in stark, quantifiable terms: height 6’2″, build athletic with defined musculature that rippled under exertion—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, thighs like coiled springs powering his thrusts.
His cock measured 8.5 inches erect, girth a robust 5.5 inches—dimensions optimized for maximum stimulation, stretching pussies and asses to their limits while ensuring deep penetration for insemination.
The visuals accompanying the stats showed close-ups: veins bulging along his shaft as it plunged into slick folds, the head flaring wide before unleashing thick ropes of semen.
Semen volume averaged 12ml per ejaculation, far exceeding norms, with motility at 95% and viability exceptional even after multiple releases in quick succession.
The reports delved deeper into his prowess: preferences noted—he thrived on variety, switching from gentle licks along a woman’s inner thighs to dominant grips that pinned wrists above heads.
In the data book, actions William had done that could never be replicated by other men were listed. Though they could, it’s a matter of willingness and passion.
William Grant excelled in giving his partners pleasure- something that could never be done by any other man. Especially with oral, his tongue would delve into clits with precise flicks before sucking them between his lips without feeling disgust, all for the sake of giving his partner pleasure.
In vaginal intercourse, he would also move without care and reservation, pounding with hips that snapped forward like pistons.
Psychological profile: confident without arrogance, empathetic in reading cues—slowing when a woman tensed, accelerating when she arched for more pleasure. He always takes the pleasure of his partner in his mind to achieve mutual orgasms.
No signs of exhaustion or aversion, even after hours of nonstop action. Shows friendliness to any kind of woman, mutated or not. He doesn’t shy away from showing affection and desire. And he would even initiate love calls to his partners.
Evelyn narrated softly, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the explicit footage playing out.
“… His libido peaks in the morning sessions, but it sustains effortlessly through the evening. Heart rate stabilizes post-orgasm within seconds, barely spiking beyond controlled levels. Almost no refractory period beyond a minimal cooldown. We’ve tracked hormone levels meticulously: testosterone elevated but perfectly balanced, no wild fluctuations that could lead to burnout.”
“Daily caloric intake supports this output?” Valeria asked, her voice steadying as she forced herself back into professional mode, though her eyes flicked to the screen where William now had his older sister bent over the bed, his cock slamming into her from behind, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact.
“Yes, precisely calibrated at 4500 calories, protein-heavy with lean meats, nuts, and greens to fuel that metabolism. We’ve added targeted supplements for vitality—zinc, magnesium, and adaptogens. No adverse effects reported; if anything, his endurance has improved over the week.” Evelyn leaned in slightly, her uniform hugging her curves as she pointed to a spike on the graph.
“See here? After that marathon session last Tuesday—four women having sex with him for six whole hours—his cortisol levels didn’t even budge. Even though he fucked them one after another. Recovery each time? Barely under three minutes.”
Valeria leaned back in her chair, her body still spent from the orgasm that had left her pussy slick and sensitive, her skirt hiked up just enough that the cool air teased her damp thighs.
Panties askew, she felt the sticky remnants of her release cooling against her skin, a tangible reminder of how deeply the boy affected her.
She crossed her legs, suppressing a shiver as the fabric shifted against her swollen folds.
“Incredible,” she breathed, the word carrying layers of meaning—scientific awe mingled with personal hunger.
“Schedule a full medical evaluation next week. We need to quantify this further, push the boundaries. Perhaps integrate agency volunteers for controlled trials—observe his interactions in a more… diverse setting.”
Evelyn’s smile was faint but knowing, her eyes gleaming with the same intrigue that mirrored Valeria’s.
“Understood, Director. I’ll prepare the logs and coordinate with the medical team. Should I include parameters for group dynamics? He’s shown aptitude there—handling two or three at once without losing rhythm.”
Valeria nodded, her mind already spinning scenarios: William surrounded by a group of young, fertile women. But she reined in the fantasy, focusing on the hologram as it faded with a soft whir, the projections dissolving into wisps of light.
“Let’s compile more data before we decide on that course of action. For now, let’s continue to observe more.”
“Affirmative, director. And that covers everything for today. Unless there’s anything else?”
Valeria took the device, her fingers brushing Evelyn’s briefly—a spark of warmth there, unexpected but not unwelcome.
“No, that’s thorough as always. Thank you, Evelyn. And… about that schedule. Give me until tomorrow to decide. Discretion is key, of course.”
“Of course,” Evelyn replied with a wink, gathering her notes.
“I’ll keep it between us. Well then, I will take my leave.”
“Oh? You’re going now?”
“Yes, after all, I need to make sure everything is fine for my Master while he has his fun.”
Valeria smirked, “Is that really the only purpose?”
Evelyn stared at Valeria for a moment before laughing, “I won’t deny that, Director. However, my desire is secondary to my Master’s other partners. For now, at least. Besides, I’m waiting for the results of my check-up. The doctor warned me not to overdo it, lest I make a mistake if I ever did conceive a child.”
“I guess, you have a point. Okay then, I won’t be calling you back for some time. Let Jade do the report for now. She will be assisting you. As for you, rest well, and I will be hoping for some good news soon.”
Evelyn smiled happily, “Thank you, Director.”
“You’re welcome. Now go home, and be careful.”
“I will.” Evelyn bowed. “Also, please enjoy the rest of the video—there’s more in the file.”
“I, will. Thanks.”
As Evelyn exited the office with a soft click of the door, Valeria leaned back, exhaling slowly.
The weight of responsibility settled over her like a familiar cloak.
William Grant.
He was more than a simple man; he was a valuable resource, a potential key to saving mankind from inevitable extinction prophesied by many scholars. If William’s libido can be used well, we might be able to change the fate of this world.
She turned her head to the hologram screen. William’s form filled it once more as another scene unfolded.
She turned toward the terminal at the right side of her table and pressed the call button; “Jasmine. Don’t let anyone enter my office without my permission.”
“…understood, director.”
Valeria smiled as she started to unbutton her blouse.
William Grant.
I can’t wait to meet him.
