Unintended consequences aren't important

As the weeks passed, Jake began to notice some unexpected consequences of his declaration that all women be extremely drunk all the time. Sure, it had made them eager and willing sexual partners for any man who wanted them - but it also meant they were making reckless decisions outside of the bedroom too.

Women stumbled out of bars and clubs at all hours of the day and night, barely able to walk in a straight line let alone drive themselves home. Men had to step in to ferry them around like chauffeurs, using their intoxicated state as an excuse to take advantage even further. Jake saw countless DUIs and fender benders involving female drivers who were too wasted to handle the wheel.

The workplace was another casualty of this new normalcy. Women showed up late, hungover, and barely functional, making mistakes and dropping balls left and right. Men took over more leadership roles as their female counterparts became increasingly unreliable, their professional prospects dimming even as their sex lives flourished.

But for Jake, none of these negatives really mattered. He was too busy enjoying the fruits of his labors - a never-ending stream of drunken, eager women throwing themselves at him and begging to be used in any way he saw fit. His sex school grew by leaps and bounds as more and more men and women enrolled, eager to learn from the master himself.

When Jake saw his sister burst into his office, he just grinned, unfazed by her obvious anger. "Hey sis," he drawled, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression on his face. "What's up?"

Samantha slapped a stack of papers off his desk, causing him to jump slightly and knock over his coffee cup. "Don't 'hey sis' me," she spat, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I know what you've done, Jake - making all women drunk all the time so they can't resist your charms."

Jake had the decency to look slightly abashed at that. "Come on, Sammy," he said, trying to placate her. "It's not like I made them alcoholics or anything - just a little tipsy. And business has never been better! These ladies are signing up for my classes in record numbers now that they have no inhibitions."

Samantha gaped at him incredulously. "Are you serious right now?" she demanded, her voice rising to a shriek. "Do you have any idea what kind of chaos you're causing? Women all over the world are stumbling around like zombies, unable to function properly or make rational decisions."

Jake shrugged, looking unrepentant. "It's just a bit of fun," he said, waving off her concerns. "And hey, think about how great it is for society - all these drunk women are finally getting in touch with their sexuality and learning to enjoy themselves! It's a win-win."

Samantha wanted to scream at him, to shake some sense into his thick skull and make him see the error of his ways. But before she could open her mouth again, Jake was already gathering up his things and heading for the door.

"I gotta go teach my class now," he said, slinging his satchel over his shoulder and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't wait up!" And with that, he disappeared down the hallway, leaving Samantha fuming in his wake.

Jake sauntered into the classroom for his Advanced Cock Worship Techniques course, a satisfied smirk on his face. As he surveyed the sea of eager, tipsy faces looking up at him, he knew this was going to be another successful session.

"Alright ladies," he began, his deep voice commanding attention from even the most **** students. "Today we're going to dive deep into the art of cock worship. Remember, a happy dick is a wet dick - so let's get started!"

The women tittered and giggled at his crude joke, many of them already squirming in their seats with anticipation. Jake had taught them well over the past few weeks, instilling in them an insatiable hunger for his cock that bordered on obsession.

As he launched into the lecture portion of the class, detailing various techniques and tips for pleasing a man orally, visually, and with their hands, Jake could see the drunken haze descending over the room like a fog. Some girls passed out in their seats from sheer exhaustion (and vodka), while others snuck sips from hidden flasks stashed in their bags.

But none of them could resist the magnetic pull of Jake's massive cock, straining against his pants as if begging to be released. The class watched with bated breath as he slowly unzipped himself, freeing his throbbing member for all to see. Several girls gasped audibly at the sight of it, their eyes glazing over with lust and desire.

"Now then," Jake said, stroking himself lazily as he surveyed the sea of drunken faces. "Who wants to come up here and show us what they've learned so far?"

A chorus of slurred volunteers rose up from around the room - every girl eager to prove herself worthy of worshipping Jake's magnificent cock. He chose a particularly tipsy blonde, barely able to stand as she staggered up to the front of the class. She clung to her desk for support, giggling uncontrollably and slurring out his name over and over like a drunken mantra.

"That's right, baby," Jake growled as he pulled her close by the hair. "You know who you belong to." The girl moaned incoherently, clearly beyond reasoning with her ****-soaked brain.

Jake guided her down onto her knees before him and then pushed his cock into her mouth without preamble. She took it greedily, swallowing him whole as she gagged and choked around his considerable girth. Her hands roamed over his thighs and balls eagerly, **** to please him in any way possible.

The rest of the class watched with rapt attention, some fingering themselves to orgasm as they observed Jake's masterful technique. He fucked the blonde's face hard and fast, using her like a living fleshlight for his own gratification until she collapsed in a drunken heap at his feet, drenched in saliva and cum.

Jake smirked down at her, knowing he could do this all day long - and with his infinite stamina, he just might. "Great job," he praised as he pulled up his pants and turned back to the class. "Let's see who else wants a turn."