arrival

The golden wand pulses in your grip like a living organ, its crimson glow guiding you toward your first conquest. "First course, lad!" Zeus cackles, floating atop your shoulder like a tiny, drunken cherub. "The high powered bitch who forgot her place! Go remind her that her only real career is being a cum dumpster for her own flesh and blood!"

You storm into Amelie's penthouse, kicking the mahogany doors open. The scene is pure, unadulterated debauchery. The formidable corporate attorney is on all fours on her designer Persian rug, her charcoal skirt hiked up past her waist, her ass shaking with desperate, pathetic need. Her expensive silk blouse is torn open, revealing breasts that have swollen to impossible proportions, nipples dark and angry.

"Amelie," you growl, your voice dripping with newfound authority.

Her head snaps up. Those sharp, calculating eyes are gone, replaced by glassy, blown out pupils that scream use me. When she recognizes you, she doesn't act like a horrified mother; she scrambles toward you on her hands and knees like a starved animal, her cunt dripping a trail of arousal across the floor.

"Oh fuck yes, Daddy Son!" she wails, her voice a filthy rasp. "I'm sorry I was such a stupid, prideful bitch! I was so busy with those useless women, I forgot that my only purpose is to get my pussy wrecked by your magnificent cock!" She grabs your belt with manicured nails, her breathing ragged. "Please, fuck me until I forget my own name! I need to feel your seed filling up my womb like the good little whore I am!"

"Look at her go!" Zeus howls with laughter. "The lawyer's arguing for maximum penetration! Five stars for the opening statement!"

You strip down, revealing your massive, throbbing morning wood, and Amelie nearly has a seizure. She throws herself at you, her mouth wet and desperate, worshiping your cock with a vulgarity that would make a sailor blush. "So big... so perfect..." she moans between sloppy licks. "My beautiful boy has the cock that was made to rule me!"

You grab her by her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat before flipping her over. You drive into her cunt with one devastating thrust, and Amelie lets out a scream that isn't pain it's pure, ecstatic surrender. "YES! Ruin me! Break me open!" she shrieks as you pound her relentlessly. "I'm your slut! Your worthless, cock obsessed slut!"

After you've thoroughly drained Amelie leaving her face down on the rug, twitching and sobbing with pleasure while she repeatedly whispers about how much she loves tasting your cum you head for the coast.

The yoga studio is a temple of filth now. Millie is bent over her meditation altar, her ass thrust high in the air, her yoga pants discarded somewhere near the incense burner. The serene instructor is gone; in her place is a panting, vulgar animal.

"Millie," you command as you enter.

"Is it time?" she gasps, spinning around, her hips swaying with a shameless, practiced grind. "Is the Master here to claim his prize? Oh fuck, I've been imagining this during every single fucking sun salutation!" She crawls toward you, her sun kissed skin slick with sweat. "I don't want your cock in my cunt, baby I want it in my ass! I want to feel you stretching my tight little hole until I'm nothing but a gaping hole for your cock!"

"She's a natural!" Zeus cheers, doing tiny victory laps around your head. "The spiritual awakening of a fuck toy! Truly divine!"

You don't hold back. You flip her over, hiking her hips up, and drive your cock into her ass with the force of a battering ram. Millie's scream echoes through the studio as her eyes roll back. "FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME YOUR ASS SLUT!" she howls, her fingers clawing at the yoga mats. "I'm sorry I was so fucking stupid with those girls! All I need is your cock to keep me centered!"

"Magnificent!" Zeus declares, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. "The world is finally right again. Now, lad... who's next on the menu?"