Fuck Her Until She Loves You

It’s not a cult. I don’t know why I even need to clarify this. I did come back from the dead, yes, but that’s not that uncommon nowadays with shock paddles and CPR. I’m just a guy who made a more-than-full recovery after a car accident.

Like puppies hearing the jingling of their master’s keys, the entrance to my apartment was crowded with excited girls on their knees. I’m their whole world. They cook and clean. They wax their pussies and put on subtle makeup to make their eyes and lips pop just for me. They buy obscenely sexy outfits for me to enjoy for a few minutes before they find themselves on the floor. Yet I don’t remember all of their names.

My pants tightened watching my girls playfully elbow each other for the first taste of dick, their hungry mouths open like a brood of baby birds, so I pulled them down to offer my adoring fans what they had been missing for only a few hours. They might only care about sex but I like to go out with friends once in a while. The young brunette… Amelie? Emily? The one wearing a tight dress with so little chest coverage that her bouncing breasts were held by suspenders over her nipples managed to hungrily throat my cock, her lips pushing away some other girls’ tongues on my shaft. It was not a problem; they just migrated to my balls. Everyone was happy to have my lips to kiss, or my asshole to tongue, or to simply rub their breasts against my skin. It’s not a cult because I never ask them to do any of these nasty things.

“We have a surprise for you,” Angeline whispered in my ear with a soft, sultry voice that always drives me wild even when I’m already getting my pipes cleaned. Today she was wearing red see-through lingerie that clung to the curves of her hips. Never the same outfit twice.

Surprises were always one thing, and as soon as my suspicions were raised, the muffled screams waning into whimpers coming from my bedroom were loud and clear above all the moans, licks, and sucks. I must have subconsciously chosen to ignore them.

“Goddammit, Angeline. Not again…”

“Well, yes. But that’s not the surprise.”

I had to deal with this now. It wasn’t easy to push suspender-girl off my cock. Not only because she sucked like a hoover, but my arms were wet noodles in defiance of my decision to stop such an amazing blowjob so near completion. These girls had decided to dedicate their entire lives to my happiness, so they know exactly how I like my cock sucked.

I remembered Angeline’s name because she was my first girlfriend since the accident. I had to do a lot of rehabilitation to walk again and I was really worried I wouldn’t be able to… perform at maximum capacity with the ladies, so my insecurities kept me single for a while until my angel reached out to me on a dating app. She was funny, witty, and prettier than I thought I deserved, and one evening she decided to spend the night.

No performance issues after all. She was really into it. Like really into it. She went nearly catatonic from the orgasm I gave her minutes after penetration, then was desperate to return the favor. I got to cross out most of my sexual bucket list in one night with this girl I had mistaken for sweet and innocent.