Adam Devony, just your average horny guy.

I stood outside the door and felt a little nervous. The only things on me were a letter in my hand, the outfit I was wearing, and a suitcase full of plain clothes. The letter was addressed to me from the so-called goddess of love; it explained pretty much everything I needed to know about what was going on here. I was apparently on a holy mission to do… what exactly? The letter didn’t really say, and I didn’t care much anyway. If this goddess of love wanted me to do something specific, she should have told me, and maybe asked me how I felt about the idea before just ripping me out of my world and throwing into a new one without any of my friends or family in it.

At least she didn’t throw me out to the wolves entirely. In the letter she mentioned that I’d have a roommate in my new apartment who was a native of this world and would help me to adjust to life here. And I guess it wasn’t all bad, the idea of never having to work another day in my life was pretty awesome, and at least in theory being the only sexually active straight guy on an entire planet full of desperately horny women sounded pretty good too. I had no idea how that was supposed to help the world as a whole, but I didn’t know if I really cared, to be honest. My plan was to just do whatever I wanted and see where the wind took me.

With that in mind, I took a deep breath and knocked on the maroon-painted door with the number “069” printed on it in blocky font.

Heh heh, nice…

The door opened up to reveal a barely dressed busty beauty. Her short and messy neon blue dyed hair—her natural hair color seemed to be black—framed a face fit to be a supermodel or movie star. She had thick and dark macabre makeup which accentuated her frosty blue eyes, peering at me with curiosity and apprehension behind thick black-framed glasses. I noted that her ears had pointed tips, which was interesting but didn’t hold my attention for very long as my eyes drifted downward.

Though she was about as tall as I was, she was quite voluptuous. Her breasts were huge, and the only thing covering them was a black strapless tube-top with a blue bunny printed over one of the tits. The cloth looked really tight, almost uncomfortably so, because her boobs were mashed tightly together—providing a criminally large line of cleavage—and spilling out from above the cloth.

On her bottom she was wearing a pair of dark navy hotpants that didn’t seem to have any more coverage than a pair of panties, and she was going commando under them, a fact I was privy too thanks to the button and the zipper being completely undone and exposing a hairless pelvis. I couldn’t see her vagina, but it was a really close thing, one or two more centimeters and I’d be able to see her clitoral hood in full view. Beneath that, she had thigh-high black-and-blue striped socks that exposed both her heel and her toes—I think they were called stirrup socks—which had black-painted nails, matching her fingers.

“Uh, hi,” I greeted after being sufficiently stunned by how hot and almost naked she was.

“Hi,” she returned, still a little apprehensive. “Adam, right?”

“That’s me,” I replied, shrugging. “I guess I’m your new roommate?”

She nodded. “I guess so. I didn’t think that letter was real.”

“This one? Signed by a love goddess?” I held up my own letter.

“Yep. I’m Beatrix, but just call me Blue.” She held out her hand.

I shook it and smiled, “Well, I know this whole situation is kind of awkward, but I’ll try my best not to be a bother.”

She shook her head, “It’ll be fine. Come on in,” she turned around and stepped into the apartment and I followed. The view from the back of her was almost as good as the view from the front. What made it even more amazing was that apparently her shorts didn’t go all the way up and over her ass, meaning half of her ample rear was just exposed and practically begging to be spanked. Okay, if this girl was gonna dress like this all the time, I was completely on board with this whole idea now.

“Okay, let me just check on something really quick,” Blue said, then gestured to a black couch nestled into one corner. “Go ahead and make yourself at home.” She then left and went into another room while I sat down.

The couch was comfortable, and the apartment was pretty nice. It was minimalistic in decoration, with just a few things that were pretty but also kinda macabre or strange. A few paintings were hung up and framed on the walls that depicted pretty disturbing stuff but rendered in a way that made them beautiful all the same. This girl had good taste, that was for damn sure.

When she came back into the room she had a smartphone in her hand, “Okay, so that pretty much confirms it. My bank account has more money in it than I make from three months of work combined and absolutely no transactions to justify it; it’s just there. I also have a text from the land-lady saying that due to my recent ‘charity work’ I no longer have to pay rent, and she is a greedy fucking bitch so she would never waive my rent under normal circumstances.”

Interesting. I was pretty certain this is legitimate because there aren’t many women from my version of Earth that would wear something like what Blue was wearing even in their own home. I definitely wasn’t complaining, though, I was happily drinking in the view of this nearly nude curvaceous supermodel. I found myself oddly fixated on the light dusting of freckles she had all over her pale skin, concentrated mainly on her shoulders, thighs, butt, and boobs.

Her eyes glanced downward to follow my line of sight, then at my crotch, then came back up to my face. “And you have a boner.”

I felt a little sheepish, scratching the back of my head, “Well, you’re very beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she blushed a little, “but like, you have a boner. Holy shit, are you actually horny right now?”

“I suppose there’s not much point in being dishonest about it. Yeah, I am.”

Without saying a word, she gently placed her phone on the coffee table and then stood directly in front of me. After a moment of silence she asked, “Wanna fuck?”

An hour had passed, and by now I was pretty certain that what the goddess mentioned in the letter about limitless sexual stamina hadn’t been an exaggeration.

“Fuck,” Blue panted, bent over in front of me as I railed her from behind. “This so so much better than a strap.”

“Ready for another one?” I asked, feeling my seventh orgasm coming on.

“God, yes, keep filling me up.”

I had no idea whether the goddess had given Blue infinite stamina like me; if she did, she wasn’t commenting on it. Either way, she was keeping up with my pace which had been pretty non-stop for the entire hour. Perhaps what was helping her was that she wasn’t terribly emotive through the process, or maybe porn had just given me an unrealistic expectation of what sex was like. At first, I was concerned that she wasn’t enjoying herself, but she kept asking me to keep going. And who was I to deny her? Plus, her overall casual demeanor was kind of sexy in its own way.

“Here it comes,” I grunted and felt the familiar wave of euphoria crash into me as I fulfilled my most primal instinct. My cock throbbed and pulsed as it pumped an obscene amount of spunk into her pussy which was already packed with the previous six ejaculations. Naturally, it overflowed almost right away, and my pearly cream oozed out and down to the couch cushions below.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, her hips twitching and her sexy back arching below me. I was feeling good, real good, so I gave her ass an enthusiastic slap which she seemed to appreciate.

The ejaculation would last for a long time, and I figured out pretty quickly that I could control when I stopped. If I didn’t want to, I didn’t have to, and would continue creaming her even after my orgasm ended. Also, some kinda magic was cleaning up after me, which was good, because otherwise the black couch we were fucking on would have been white by now. The only ejaculate that ever remained was whatever ended up on Blue herself.

The love goddess really did make it so I could just spend all day filling up people, never get tired of it, and never even have to deal with any of the normal aftermath. I was a sex machine, and that was all I ever needed to be.

She gingerly pulled herself off of my length and collapsed on the couch beneath us, panting. “Okay, that was seriously cathartic. You have no idea how many sleepless nights I’ve spent thinking about that exact thing.”

“You might be surprised,” I said, scratching my cheek recalling all of the sleepless nights I’d spent fantasizing about being on this end of that scenario. I hadn’t had much luck with the ladies back on my Earth.

“Hey, do you still have gas?” she asked.

“I don’t think my tank will ever be empty,” I replied, not even intending to flirt.

“Good, I wanna try something. Sit down, would ya?” she said then pulled herself up and turned around so she was facing me.

I did as she asked, collapsed onto the magically clean couch, and got myself comfortable. I was still ejaculating, because even though my climax had ended, it still felt really good to just keep it going.

She then brought her lips to the tip of my cock and between spurts managed to wrap them around it. Her lips were so damn soft. As soon as the first rope of cum entered her mouth, her eyes widened and she made eye contact in a way that told me she couldn’t believe what just happened. She swallowed and her eyes drifted upward in absolute bliss before dropping back down to mine.

I continued to ejaculate into her mouth, rope after rope entered her lips and each one was dutifully and eagerly swallowed. She even brought a hand up and began stroking my length, like she was milking me.

We stayed like this for a solid thirty seconds before she pulled herself off and let me cum on her face, “Fuck, dude, that stuff is really good. Like, it might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Please, drink your fill, I won’t complain,” I offered. “But don’t speak too soon, you haven’t had my cooking yet.”

“And he can cook?” she muttered, her eyes lolling back in their sockets again as she brought her lips back to my tip. This time, she didn’t just leave them there, though, she slowly began sliding my length deep into her mouth. I felt my tip penetrate her throat as she sheathed my entire length, which was an impressive feat since I had a lot for her to fit in there. She didn’t gag, she didn’t sputter, and she even continued swallowing the whole time, which couldn’t have been easy.

“Oh, fuck,” I exclaimed, it felt like her mouth and throat was milking me now, and it was amazing. The room was completely silent except for the sounds of her gulping down my spunk, it was strangely satisfying to listen to.

She slowly dragged her lips back up my length, gradually releasing my dick from the depths of her mouth. Finally, she came off with a pop and smiled a little. “Oh, that was fun,” she said.

“You did that flawlessly,” I observed, glazing her face with my cream again.

“I’ve practiced. They make straps and dildos that can spurt liquid and I’ve… um… well I’ve fantasized about this a lot.”

“Did it live up to your expectation?” I asked.

“Beat it—by a landslide.” She chuckled and gave me a sultry smile.

She spent a few more minutes just drinking my cum, which made me think that some other magic was happening since she never seemed to get full. Either way, I was happy and getting kind of relaxed now.

Eventually, though, it seemed she managed to get most of her horniness out of her system and I stopped ejaculating. From there, we just cuddled on the couch and talked about what we had just experienced. We were both satisfied with how that turned out.

“So, I guess this is the real deal,” she said after a lull in the conversation. By now she was just nuzzled up against me with her hand on my cock, stroking it idly. “Which means a lot of stuff is gonna change for me around here.”

“Yeah?”

“Guess I’ll start with this,” she said and leaned forward to grab her phone from the coffee table. With one hand, she tapped it a few times and then brought it up to her ear. There was a brief pause before she started speaking into the receiver, “Hey, Hank.”

I heard a distorted male voice from the other end say something approximating a greeting, though I couldn’t really make out the words.

“Just wanna say that I hope someday you can grab the stick you have shoved up your ass and pull it out just so I can watch you tie a noose to it and hang yourself from the rafters. I quit.” After giving this fantastic statement and not once fumbling her words, she quickly and elegantly ended the call. “That felt so good,” she practically moaned and began stroking me even more intensely.

“I bet. I’m pretty happy about never having to go back to my job either,” I said.

Next, she seemed to call someone else, bringing the phone back up to her ear. “Hey Scar,” she greeted.

A voice that sounded remarkably like her own, albeit distorted, replied.

“It’s all true. He’s here right now and we just spent the last…” she trailed off, looking to the clock on the wall, “… hour or so fucking nonstop.” There was a pause, “Yep, the money too. I have three months-worth in there… Oh you got that message from the land-lady too? Fuck yeah. We’re pretty much set. Ditch that job and come here right away.”

There was more distorted speech on the other end.

“Oh, yeah, that would be good.” Blue turned to look at me and said, “What kind of pizza do you like?”

I blinked, “Uh, supreme is good.”

She nodded and turned back to her conversation, “He wants supreme… Yeah, sounds good. See you then.” She hung up this call too, then set the phone back down on the coffee table and heaved a sigh before collapsing against me again. I could practically feel all of the tension leaving her body. “Fuck, dude, you legitimately just changed our lives for the better.”

“Our?”