David working on his next project.

It shouldn't have been surprising that, even after such a world-changing event, people still watched porn.

Although that wasn't entirely accurate anymore. Live action pornography as an industry had functionally died out: Women had never been the most ardent supporters of it, particularly with the dearth of man on man now available, and men no longer needed it. In essence, the market share controlled by "traditional" pornography has been largely overtaken by women on the street. But other mediums were beginning to rise in prominence, filling the gap: written work could more easily communicate the internality and emotion that more sensitive readers desired alongside their fucking and sucking, but for those who wanted a visual touch even for subject matter they couldn't just experience in their day to day...

Well, that was where people like David came in.

His routine was largely the same from day to day. He woke up, normally with one or two models in the bed beside him, but yesterday had been a day off which he'd largely spent in the house watching shitty procedurals and cooking for the week ahead. He felt the urge to relieve himself that he and all other men felt near-constantly these days, but thankfully relief was never too far away.

Without bothering to brush his teeth or put a shirt on, he wandered out of his apartment door and the few steps from his own room to the one across the hall. He knocked once then twice, and before long the door was opened by Michelle, a woman from the Philippines or one of those other fiddly little islands who despite her middle age still looked like a college student thanks to a daily dose of Elastix. She'd lapsed on taking it before they met, but he'd convinced her (suggested in passing once) that she would look better on it, and her slim figure propping up a surprisingly large set of tits and a tight ass showed it had been worth his while.

She was already up, which wasn't a surprise. She was some real estate agent or other, he saw her face on buses occasionally. Also unsurprising was his visit: while she hadn't expected it at first, him coming over to drain his balls on mornings where he didn't have any other options had become almost routine. She greeted him at the door with a soft smile, cup of tea in hand and bathrobe alluringly open.

That same cup of tea grew cold on the counter as he rammed into her on the carpeted floor of the entryway, pressing her face down into the carpet as he screwed her wonderfully tight pussy from on top. Her bathrobe provided good cushioning, and he was able to wrap a hand around her face and stick a finger in her mouth so she could suck on it as he went. The door was still open, and as the other (female) tenants of the building walked past, they mumbled greetings and waved at the woman pinned to the ground, who could only mumble back without meeting their gaze. One of them, an alt-looking student at the local university with an expensive looking black brassiere and a shirt covered in cobweb motifs, even knelt down in the doorway and began talking to Michelle.

David didn't catch the details. But as she knelt down on the ground, flashes of her sheer panties peeping through as she swayed on the stilts of her high-heeled shoes, inspiration struck.

"You." He paused in his thrusting, still up to the hilt in the woman beneath him as he braced his forearms on the ground to look up. "Do you have anything important on today?"

Her expression quivered, obviously conflicted between wanting to go to classes and wanting to have a man pay any kind of attention to her. Odds to apples the closest she'd gotten to this in the last few months of study was thinking some engineering student had picked her for a fuck only to realise he'd been pointing at a hotter chick behind her (David had nothing against alt-chicks, they were just so overdone by this point that anything else was more interesting).

She took a while to think, long enough that a few seconds in David got bored and starting fucking the real estate agent he was still hilted in with increased vigour. Eventually she discarded thoughts of academic performance in favor of a potential creampie. "Sure. But, uhh... can I ask why?"