What he's always wanted

“Ew, Jasmine just sucked Everet’s dick!”

I turned my gaze at the sound, seeing another girl across from me. She had just popped her own warm dick out and was rubbing it slowly to keep it hard.

For some reason she looked completely disgusted as she watched me trying to wash down Everet’s dregs with some bottled water I had on hand for when his spunk got a little too tacky.

“Like, I’d never let anything like that near any of my holes!” the bikini’d up babe said just before popping her own partner’s dick back inside her puffed out cheeks.

I rolled my eyes at the over dramatic bitch. Of course she was jealous of my cock-warming skills. I was matched with the biggest and hardest to swallow dick in the school while she only had that paltry piece of meat.

Still, as I went back to sucking on the huge member I began to notice the eyes looking back at me. Some looked just as disgusted as the first girl, some looked almost empathetic towards me. A dozen faces watched me with none of the admiration I was used to.

The scribbling over me halted and I could physically feel the massive dick pulse with need inside my esophagus. As the boy’s personal cock-warmer I could tell that he was suddenly very, VERY excited, but by wha-

I blinked.

What had I been just about to…?

I looked around, squinting at the array of girls spread around me. A sea of beautiful, unblemished skin, perfect hair arrayed in a hundred ways, tits and asses of magnificent proportions and a school’s worth of horny bimbo’s ready for the biggest dick of their life.

“Ehem.” the deep, resonant voice echoed from the stage and out into the crowd of sexy students.

My heart hammered as I could feel the wave of arousal suffuse my lower lips. There he was, the “King Cock”!

He sat on his throne, framed from a mass of drooling, lust drunk women. They writhed and shook in pleasure, their lips on both ends engorged with juices spilling freely and yet somehow keeping their king aloft atop their feminine body's.

The king himself sat splendidly. No other being could compare to him, so much muscle over so much… man. I physically gushed down my soft thighs, feeling the tingle of a climax coming just watching his monstrous cock laying out just so all of his horny classmates could see it.

God, how I wished I could be his for just an hour… how I’d let him pummel my fat ass, it didn’t matter the hole or what he did to me… I just wanted to be absolutely used by that big, beautiful...

I collapsed, no longer able to keep standing in the midst of all my womanly classmates as waves rattled my mind with pure and mind-numbing ecstasy. I was lost to the utter bliss, the only notion inside me, that of the marvel of a man who deemed to call me one of his many, many classmates.

Eventually I came to, no longer drooling in a puddle as my hips quaked, gushing literal gallons of my feminine production between my legs. Around me I noticed a few other girls who had also succumbed to “the presence” as me and my classmates called it. There was just something about the “King Cock” that caused it to happen to all of us. Like the thousand or something other women at the school I was a libidinous bitch, it got away from me at times as I leaked constantly from that plump mound between my wide hips.

Every class was strictly meant to teach me how to use my body, meant to grow my sexual knowledge even as it drove me further into sweet depravity. We fucked constantly, sometimes with fake dicks but always with other girls… There was only one man for any of us.

During the day we learned to be a living sex doll, but at night, that was when the real orgy started! I shivered at the mere thought.

“Jasmine Lace?” the booming voice said.

Still splayed in a puddle of my own release, my mind slowly wandered to a place that could understand those words and the meaning hidden behind why that voice would be saying them.

He’d picked me!

Of all the girls, all the nearly thousand beautiful, voluptuous females that called this man their divinity, he’d picked me!

I stumbled upright on orgasm shaken knees, nearly sliding in my own pool. He repeated it, my name on those divine lips! My heart thundered with something akin to love, though reverence was maybe a closer term. Above those feelings however lay the ocean of my need. I’d dreamed of the man day and night from the moment I’d heard his name. I’d gushed into another woman’s mouth a thousand-no-a hundred thousand times just imagining his pleasure causing my own. Of that divine cock fucking me to the core as I screamed my undying servitude to his cock and only his cock for eternity.

I nearly fell as I climbed the few steps up to his seat of orgasmic shapes.

“Ah, there you are! So what do you think of my little change?” he spoke with his perfect, kissable lips in a self-satisfied smirk that caused my heart to skip.

Normally I wouldn’t call myself the love struck type, in fact I usually dominated the women I was grouped with, but this… fuuck…

“I-ah…” I could barely speak as I, yet again, collapsed in orgasmic surrender. Far off I could hear my wailing moans as my curvaceous form shook in bliss somewhere far from my overwhelmed existence.

I hope he likes me. The thought formed drunkenly in my mind.