Chapter 1: Introduction
In the vast, diverse landscape of New York City, where the eccentric pedestrians walk side by side with high-powered businessmen and women, the tall, dark, and handsome man with an unusual condition stood out like a peacock among pigeons. His expressive, deep eyes seemingly beckoned to others to look at him, his dimpled smile radiating warmth no one could resist. Physically, he was in peak condition, toned muscles straining against the fabric of his tailored suit. He had dark hair that always appeared carefully styled, not a strand out of place.
The man moved gracefully yet decisively for such a muscular presence, his gait steady as he strolled down the avenue. Even so, people moved away in a ripple of movement around him. They sensed it on some instinctive level, that he was dangerous—or rather, he possessed an animalistic tendency that made them uneasy. It was only a matter of time before they were confronted with the source of his reputation.
Dimas.
That was the name this urban legend went by. With his condition, he experienced an unrelenting urge to release every twenty minutes, and any female who happened to be nearby in those crucial minutes, well, she was simply unlucky. They'd be smothered beneath an unbelievable volume of his potent semen; it would inevitably coat their faces and sometimes drench their clothing.
Dimas had come to accept this strange, unavoidable part of his life, a carnal necessity that brought him fleeting relief, only for the cycle to start again.
The minutes ticked by, and the electric atmosphere around him built as anticipation mounted. He'd learned long ago how to keep his condition hidden from the world. Most of the time, he was able to find a secluded spot, away from prying eyes, and complete the act unnoticed. However, that time had run out.
Dimas' heart raced, his pulse quickened. The urge to cum was now overwhelming. He found a quiet corner, the shadows concealing him as he wrapped his fingers around the growing hardness within his trousers. It was only a matter of moments before he would reach the point of no return.
Dimas let his penis out of his trousers and started to stroke it hard, feeling the familiar, yet always exciting surge of pleasure as he did so. A few pedestrians passing by couldn't help but glance over, some of them quickly looking away while others couldn't tear their gaze from the spectacle before them.
And that was when it happened.
Dimas couldn't hold back any longer. With a primal growl, he climaxed, and an immense amount of semen surged forth. It splattered everywhere—against the concrete, the wall behind him, and even some nearby pedestrians. The unlucky woman caught in the crosshairs of this eruption was none other than Emily, who'd been passing by at the worst possible moment.
Emily's face contorted in surprise as the thick, warm semen coated her cheeks, eyelashes, and lips. It even got into her mouth, making her gag involuntarily. Her once pristine blouse was now drenched, clinging to her skin and revealing the outline of her lacy bra.
She looked up at him, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and curiosity. Emily could have been repulsed by the sudden assault, but instead, she remained frozen in place, as if daring him to continue.
And Dimas didn't need a second invitation.
Dimas's body tensed, the wave of pleasure hitting him again, his penis throbbing as it released more semen. He aimed directly at Emily's face, his thick white cream splattering onto her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and her lips. It coated her eyelashes and dripped down onto her chest, staining the fabric of her blouse even further. The sound of his harsh breathing filled the air as he emptied himself, a deep sense of relief flooding him.
As he caught his breath, Dimas looked at Emily, who stood there, a picture of obscene beauty.
His eyes roamed over her wet blouse, clinging tightly to her ample breasts, and the way the thin fabric outlined her lacy bra. A low, guttural sound escaped him as his dick twitched once more, already considering heading for another release.
Emily, for her part, continued to gaze at him with a mixture of shock and curiosity. Her eyes were heavy with the weight of his semen blinding her, but behind the fog of her surprise, Dimas could make out lust in her bright blue orbs.