Sexposition

After the service, Fuckpet told The Professor that she had to get going for her brunch plans with her roommates. Tuesday was apparently this timeline’s version of Sunday, complete with day-drinking. Actually, the way she said it gave him the sense that, if he asked her to stay with him, she’d pretty much have to. It was tempting to see how far he could push things, but he wanted to find out more about how the timeline had changed, and it wasn’t as if he could complain about her performance somehow. So she gave him her number and told him to call her if he wanted to talk about adjusting to life in the big city, or if he just wanted to fuck some more, and went on her way.

The Professor watched Cockpuppet stand by the exit and exchange greetings, and sometimes gropings, with the attendees as they left. He added himself to the end of the line and, when he reached her, he said, “I’ve been looking for a Galder in town and checked out the services today. I had a few questions, cunt, if you’d be willing to talk privately?”

“Of course, Master,” she said with a smile, bowing her head to head deferentially to him as she did. “I’m always happy to talk with new members, or any members, to answer whatever I can.”

Later, he walked into the building's surprisingly fancy courtyard with Cockpuppet, lined with columns. “I hope you enjoyed the service, Master,” she said.

“I did,” he said. “I just…I’m not sure that this is the right place for me. Fuckpet said this place was…Reform?”

“Yes,” she agreed. “We believe that women can find true fulfillment through submission to men. We want to reach out and work with society, rather than trying to fight against change like some of the other denominations.” She reached a spot on the edge of a landscaped courtyard, where she dropped to her knees to look up at him. “There are some denominations who believe that a female orgasm is always wrong. I don’t think that message really plays well with youth today. I urge those people to look at what the Master actually said to the Sister Prophets, and to see that a woman enjoying herself can be beautiful in the Master’s sight.”

“Do you mind if I fuck you while we talk?” The Professor asked her. “You looked amazing during the service.”

“Of course, Master, I would love that.” Cockpuppet immediately reached out and started undoing his pants.

A few minutes later, The Professor’s dick was pistoning in and out of Cockpuppet, yet she kept up the sales pitch all the while.

“And we do events on a regular basis, including bringing in guest speakers to talk about their experiences walking the True Path,” she told him smoothly, as her large breasts bounced with each thrust.

“It seems like a lot of people aren’t Masterites around here,” he grunted as he kept pounding her pussy. “What’s up with that, cunt?”

“Unfortunately, Master, it’s the same trend we’re seeing everywhere. So many girls today think their natural state is as equals to men…Fuck, I needed this after that service. Thank you Master, just fuck the shit out of my slutty pussy…That’s why I think the Reform Movement is important, because we need to show girls that they can both vote and submit to every man they meet.”

“It seems like it would be a no brainer,” The Professor said. On a whim, he slapped Cockpuppet across the face, hard. In response, she immediately gave him a wide smile and flipped her bright blue hair back over her shoulder. “Who wouldn’t love this?”

“Thank you, Master,” she said. “I just think that many young people don’t believe Masterism is relevant to their lives. What with the internet… Fuck, please slap me again, Master” He did. “Harder, please Master.”

He slapped her again, harder this time, and Cockpuppet yelled out wordlessly, bucking her hips back up against his cock

“It might surprise you…” she managed between grunts of ecstasy, her blue hair falling in her face, “to hear that I don't really believe in a literal Master.”

The Professor smirked at this admission by Cockpuppet, given that the same dick that had fucked Goodcunt in the cave was now fucking her pussy.

“All I know is…ahhh…is that this it’s clear that the…oh shit, right there Master, right fucking there… I believe this is the natural order, serving men, getting fucked… it’s the only thing I’ve ever found that… really felt true. I think it’s more important than ever. Fuck! And if you don’t, either, that’s OK, I still think Masterism has… so much to offer…”

Her hips whirled around his cock, and he slapped her hard in the tit. “Slap my slutty fucking tits, Master!” she screamed. She ran a hand through her hair. “Oh shit, I’m so… Please Master, may I come?”

The Professor’s initial instinct was to deny Cockpuppet’s request and leave her frustrated. But then he had a thought and said, “OK.” She stiffened on his cock, shaking. And just as she did, he slapped her hard across the face. For a moment, she looked up at him wide-eyed, genuinely surprised, startled halfway out of her orgasm, though her stomach muscles were still visible clenching. As she did so, he grunted and came in her pussy, shooting his seed deep inside her.

Then Cockpuppet grinned even wider than before. “Holy shit, I really like you, Master. You should definitely come back.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said as he pulled out of her, leaving white jizz leaking out of her mahogany pussy.

“No, really,” she said. She leaned back on a column on the edge of the courtyard, looking like she was still buzzing from her half-ruined orgasm. “There are some members of our Gen Z group that I think might really benefit from working with you, Master.”

*****

After The Professor’s one-on-one with the Salgar (a title, he would soon learn, that was descended pretty directly from the Old Celtic for “priest”), he decided to find the nearest public library, where he could hopefully use the internet connection for some research and charge his phone. And maybe some other stuff, who knows?

The librarian at the building’s front desk was a man, which he supposed made sense under the circumstances but he found vaguely disappointing from the perspective of his fantasies. Then again, in his ideal world women had other things to do than take care of books, so maybe that was a win. While looking for the public computer terminals, however, a girl did catch his eyes. Her hair was dyed purple, and she had more tattoos than most of the girls he had seen. She was sitting in a chair near the “Classics” section, peering through a pair of glasses at a copy of The Scarlet Letter.

The Professor decided to walk over to her and ask, “How’s the book?”

The girl looked up at him and, when she saw him, hurriedly got out of the chair and on her knees. “Hello, Master,” she said. “It’s, um, not my favorite, honestly. It’s about this frigid bitch who won’t fuck the men in her town in Colonial times, so they make her wear this big red letter “C” for “Cunt,” but… anyway, I have to read it for my college lit class.”

He reached down and grabbed the girl by the throat, pulling her to her feet. “Why does a Masterite girl need college, whore?”

“Thank you, Master,” she croaked, before adding, “My mother said the same thing. But I’ll be able to serve men so much better this way.” He let her go, and she smiled. “And my classes are fascinating… I have a final coming up in Advanced Blowjob Techniques. It was never my specialty, but I have to take it for my major. Would you mind helping me study? As long as I’m not in your way, that is.”

*****

The Professor’s opinion turned out to be that, regardless of her claims to the contrary, the girl in fact deserved an A in Advanced Blowjob Techniques. Her name was Needycunt, and at his request she kept it slow and sensual under the desk while he surfed Wikipedia. He thought better while getting his dick wet, but her slow licks and teases were often distracting.

He sometimes forgot, while fucking with (and just fucking) history, that there was so much he didn’t know about time travel. Reviewing the new timeline, what struck him was how similar, overall, it seemed to the old timeline. Most of the nations, conflicts, major events, even major figures were still there, though sometimes remixed a little bit. The more he changed history, the more he came to the conclusion that the timeline was elastic, somehow. Even when screwed with in some major ways, it somehow snapped back into mostly the same shape.

And so, here he found himself in a pluralistic America with freedom of religion enshrined in the Constitution, and, over time, more and more rights given to women. There were still those who claimed that the country had been founded as “One Nation Under the Master,” but Galder attendance was at an all-time low (only about 14% of the population went regularly to services, according to one graph). Over time, women had been given more and more rights, even as many of them continued to serve men’s every whim, sexually and otherwise. Wetpussy from the Starbucks was correct, the right not to suck the cock of every man who asked was enshrined in the Constitution, as well as the right to use birth control and the right of women to vote.

Underneath the desk, Needycunt pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master, it’s a big help. You can only learn so much from textbooks.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said absently-mindedly. She began to jerk him off with one hand while licking his balls.

When he looked at other countries, the story was mostly similar. Europe was even more “secular” than the US, and Germany and Spain even had female leaders. By contrast, the Middle East seemed to be much closer to what he had envisioned. Instead of Islam, it had come to be dominated by something called “Dominism,” which was clearly somewhat influenced by Masterism, though with enough differences that there had been plenty of wars fought between the two in the Middle Ages. Dominism was still a dominant **** in many of the countries of the region, and as such many had what were called “Freeuse Laws,” forcing all women to sexually serve any man who asked, regardless of their religious affiliation, some of which even applied to visitors.

East Asia, meanwhile, was a completely different story, especially in countries like China, Korea, and Japan that had never been fully colonized by Western powers. Many of the women in China even wore clothes, and no more than a small percentage of the population in these places were practicing Masterites. In Japan, he read, public sex was still frowned upon. The Professor found this strange, given his impressions of Japan’s proclivities… you could buy girls’ underwear out of vending machines there in his old timeline, for fuck’s sake.

His train of thought was temporarily derailed by another approaching orgasm. He blew his load in Needycunt’s mouth, which she did her best to keep wrapped around his dick as he came. Some of his jizz leaked out of her mouth as she swallowed. She wiped it off with one hand and sighed. “Shit, I miss some every time, that won’t cut it on the test” she said in frustration, before hurriedly adding, “But thank you for cum, Master.”

*****

The Professor decided, after relaxing in the library for a while, to make his way down to the National Mall, where, as in his original timeline, he found plenty of tourists, many of them posing and taking photos in front of the various monuments. He found one that he didn’t remember, a greek-style statue of two nude women embracing. He read the plaque and saw that the women were supposed to be “Fuckslave Anthony and Cocksucker Cady Stanton,” two friends who had pioneered women’s rights.

He sighed and sat down on the steps of the Memorial. He knew he should be happy with this new world. A major percentage of the female population would willingly let him do whatever he wanted to them, then wholeheartedly thank him for it. A much larger percentage of women seemed to be extremely attractive, too, an effect, according to his research, believed to be the result of the most beautiful women getting constantly fucked and impregnated over the centuries and passing down their genes to the most people. The Professor wasn’t about to start selectively breeding humans (even he had some scruples, after all), but if it happened by accident as a result of other things he did, he wasn’t going to argue. On top of all that, he didn’t seem to be under investigation anymore.

And yet, something still felt off to him. This world was a big improvement, in his opinion, but it wasn’t what he had set out to do. He had said he wanted to fuck any woman he wanted, any time. He wanted that Judge who had set out to convict him to beg him to fuck her up the ass. He wasn’t there yet.

Then he noticed a girl taking a selfie in front of the Memorial and was surprised to find he recognized her. It was Jessie, who he had steered away from her career as a Congressional Aide on his last visit. He would know those tits anywhere.

The Professor got up and walked over to her. “Hello, would you mind answering a few questions for a survey?” he tried. After all, it had worked last time.

“Uh, sure,” she said. He noticed she didn’t kneel or anything like that.

“What’s your name?”

“Pillowtits Johnson,” she told him.

“Religion?”

“Well, I was raised Masterite, but neither my parents or I ever really practiced, you know? So I guess nothing.”

“Do you have a job?”

“Yeah, I work on the Hill,” she said. “I’m an Aide for a Congresswoman. Shouldn’t you be, I dunno, writing some of this down?”

“That’s right, I should,” The Professor said. “I have a pen here somewhere.” He pulled out his Portable Visual Recalibrator from one of the pockets of his backpack and pointed it at Pillowtits’ eyes.

A few minutes later, as Pillowtits sucked his cock on the steps of the Women’s Rights Memorial, he came to a decision that this world still needed work. A world where Pillowtits was still wasting her incredible boobs was definitely not good enough. But what to do about it?

The Professor could think of several options, none of which might completely solve the problem, but each of which might go a long way. He thought of all the women in China, Japan or India right then who apparently didn’t understand that their natural state was on their knees in front of a man. Well over a billion, and that was just those in the present. Was there something he could do to show them the joys of servitude, as well?

Or there was some appeal to going back to the founding of the country, maybe see what he could do about this whole “Freedom of Religion” idea. He had also thought of going back to the time of the Enlightenment in Europe, when secular science began to overtake religion as a governing **** in western life. He was a little worried about messing with that particular era to the point that he threatened the industrial and then digital revolutions that came out of it, but maybe that was worth the risk?

A thought occurred to him. “What were you doing here, cunt?” he asked Pillowtits.

“Oh, I like to come by the Women’s Rights Memorial,” she replied, continuing to caress his cock with her funbags as she spoke. “Anthony and Stanton are two of my idols, Master.”

Hmm. Maybe that gave him another idea. But in the meantime, he said, “No they’re not. You only care about submitting to men and being the best little Masterite whore you can be. You got that?”

“Yes Master, of course, Master,” she agreed. Then she went back to sucking his cock. Well, that was one down, he thought, only a billion something more women to go.