Start a harem. Settle into a routine

In the afterglow, David started to wonder about the future.

"How do we decide who to add to the harem? Is there like a cultural fit thing or something?"

Sarah started, "it's really up to you, but..." she trailed off. "We?"

"I mean... do you want to? Stay with me?"

"David, I'm the first woman you met after waking up from the coma. You shouldn't just..."

He cut her off, "Sarah, I spent years thinking about fucking you. You think that now that I have the chance I'm just going to let you wander off?"

"Are you sure? There's thousands of women out there."

"I'm sure."

She changed her status to "captured". Then she fucked his brains out again.

David was slowly getting more comfortable with his new reality. The world of cock-craving women slowly started to seem normal.

At some point, Sarah had shoved a piece of paper under his nose and with moderate ****, suggested, "sign this."

"What's this?"

She looked vaguely annoyed that he didn't just sign it, "because you were comatose for so long, your Male Survivor Benefit covers a 'guide' that will help orient you. This would appoint me and activate the benefit."

David stared at the piece of paper and back to Sarah, "the government is going to pay you to," he gestured broadly, "fuck my brains out?"

She rolled her eyes, "to guide you," she paused, "but yes."

He signed.

He and Sarah had found another coffee shop that had a view of a park. Their morning routine had become a quiet coffee with a view while they chatted and one of the fluffers slowly got David off.

The conversation usually trailed off when David's fingers found Sarah's pussy. Most days, he could make her cum just as the fluffer reached her goal and swallowed his load.

He also spent some time exploring the Fuck Finder interface. The search features were amazing. You could search women by location, age, physical details, kink, and a dozen other things.

Women were pretty open in the app, advertising as explicitly as they could what they were into, hoping to attract attention.

It was easier than ordering pizza. A few taps in the search, find someone interesting, and send a message.

David was enjoying the process of exploring his options.

Browsing in Fuck Finder would usually find someone interesting quite quickly. Girls were happy to rush to his apartment if cum was on offer.

He experimented with girls who had put together different kinds of profiles: more lewd, more reserved. He learned that the most "reserved" women would have been described pre-virus as "raging sluts, but not totally blatant about it."

There seemed to be no bad options. He tried women who were tall, short, busty, flat, curvaceous, skinny, every possible race and ethnicity. There wasn't a cumshot that David thought was anything less than amazing.

Still, Sarah kept reminding him that he should expand his harem.

How was he supposed to choose a girl when every girl was **** to get at his cock? Before the virus, the choice was much simpler: any girl who was willing to let him fuck her was the right one.

Whatever he was searching for, David was happy to keep searching. Every girl he'd had over was awesome, but none of them felt right. None were as amazing as Sarah.

Every girl was happy to share him with Sarah. That was just the reality of the post-virus world. Even when he occasionally found himself with a girl that he just wasn't getting along with, she was happy to hang around while he switched off to Sarah, and lick up whatever cum she could at the end.

Not all women were as enthusiastic about pussy as he might have liked. Most girls were at least willing to make a little show of licking Sarah while he watched, but a lot weren't really into it.

Finding someone who would dive into Sarah with gusto was always a treat. Watching a girl he had just met hungrily slurp Sarah's pussy was one of David's favorite things.