The good life, just a bit later

Chapter 1

The warm light of the sun tickles your face and slowly leads you out of the realm of dreams. In the dream you often have, you died, rotting in a pool of sticky ice. Who dies like that? But it's a good dream and you have to grin as you feel it slowly disappear from your consciousness. It reminds you that the life you lead is not a dream but a delicious reality and you welcome it every time it accompanies you in your sleep.

The disappearance of the familiar and welcome dream from your consciousness is accompanied by another familiar and very welcome feeling. Two skillful tongues gently snake around your massive boner that rises imposingly into the air. You open your eyes and lift your head from the soft pillows beneath you to look at the two other heads, one with reddish-brown hair, another with platinum blond, eagerly riding up and down your lance. Smiling contentedly, you lower yourself back down, enjoying the feeling of being awakened in the best way possible. Then you feel a presence next to you. Another girl, completely naked, short brown hair, has snuggled up to your side and warmed you with her body throughout the night. You have no need for bed covers, especially since there is another girl cowering at your other side as well. She has shoulder-length red hair and has your arm wrapped around her. The girls at your side are still sleeping deeply, exhausted from the sex you've had lately while the two girls crouching between your legs are conscientiously doing their duty.

You've woken up like this almost every day for the last ten years, and it's always a perfect morning when your girls take care of you. The only thing that changes every morning are the girls themselves. If you have learned anything in the last decade it is that you are special in certain areas and the proof comes for you and the two beautiful figures between your legs as you focus on them with the growing energy of the day.

With tremendous **** you ram your hips into the two greedy mouths, pressing their heads onto your pole and spurting dozens of surges of your potent cum into their faces and down their throats. The two girls press their heads together and receive your gift moaning while their legs kick with pleasure. You bless their faces with your white juice of the gods, gluing their eyes and noses while their mouths remain pressed firmly against you and their tongues greedily run down your shaft. Their hair gets splattered just like their backs and their twitching bodies succumb to the relentless surges of one divine orgasm after another. One of the girls lifts her lap up and moans as she squirts her own orgasm over the sea of sheets and pillows around you while viscous cum runs down her chin over her face. Your orgasms are long and violent, just like those of your entourage, and the girls thank you with enamored, grateful looks they give you through the veil of cum.

Then they hurry not to waste your precious gift and greedily press their lips together. With twitching tongues they lick over each other's perfect skin and experience the next orgasm, conjured up by the taste of your juice and your gaze. Their eyes shoot to you again and again, beaming with gratitude and submission as their hands run through the thick film you've covered them with. They greedily lick their fingers, moaning and kissing for your pleasure while you try to remember what their names are and if you've ever used them together before.

As the two girls giggle and suck the last remnants of your semen from the sheets, a large door opens some distance away. Your bedroom, if you can call it that, is gigantic and luxuriously furnished. A helicopter could land on the bed, hundreds of big soft pillows provide enough space and comfort for you and the girls you order to you every night. Gigantic, wall-sized windows offer an unobstructed view of the woods that surround your mansion, and sunlight pours into the room from large panels on the ceiling. A gigantic fireplace crackles on the other side of the room, the hall, releasing its warmth into the air. You don't really need bedsheets this way, especially since you have the warmth of the girls by your side. Besides, you want to make it as easy as possible for your followers to access your body. Across from your bed, a dream of a young woman now strides into the room and stops in the middle of it. She wears only a thin white robe of permeable fabric. In greeting, she clasps her hands together in front of her lap and bows deeply before stepping to your bed with an angelic smile on her bare feet.

"Good morning my lord" she greets in a soft voice and smiles mildly at you. You return the gesture and beckon her to you. Her petite body crawls with divine grace over the sheets and the bodies scattered on them while you admire her firm breasts under the white fabric. Reaching you, she squats on her heels and places her hands in her lap. "May I exchange the girls for morning use?" she asks softly and you both look to the two bodies between your legs. The two aren't quite done licking your cum off their battered bodies and lie there dreamily arm in arm while their tongues run absently over their faces.

"As long as you stay with me my beauty," you say and look at the girl next to you again.

"Of course my lord," she says with the gentleness only a beautiful girl can muster. Then she straightens up a bit and her breasts bulge out towards you under her robe. She claps her dainty hands twice and immediately the door she came through earlier opens. A dozen beautiful girls in black and white uniforms tiptoe into the room on high-heeled shoes, quickly line up in front of you, bow deeply, lower than the girl next to you had to, and then hurry off in all directions in the room. Their exposed breasts bounce happily as they move, and their short wobbly skirts hide nothing of their bodies as they nimbly go about their business. Some of them grab the limp bodies of girls lying scattered all over the large room and drag them out the door. Several bodies lie by the window front, also stretched out on your bed and in front of the fireplace. Some are still conscious, others can only babble incoherent words, and others are still too exhausted from spending the night with you. Two girls carry large jugs of delicious juices to your bedside and pour you a large glass which you empty in several huge gulps. The girl to whom you give the empty glass back feels a pleasant shiver run down her spine as you look at her gratefully. Then two other girls draw your attention to themselves.

"May we clean you, my lord?" one of them asks in a brittle voice, looking at your massive scepter shining with spit. The two girls between your legs are being led out of the room by a maid, so you nod. The two maids lick their lips and then sink gracefully over your towering spear. Pleasurably you lay your head back and enjoy the treatment which only serves to make you ready for the next of your chosen ones.

"May I prepare something for today my Lord?" asks the beauty next to you while one of the maids moans out an orgasm just by the contact of her lips with your skin. You look to the side. The girl in the white veil is holding a multifunction tablet and looking at you expectantly.

"Come here" is all you say and pull her to you.