Alex slumped against the cold, grimy wall of the factory, the acrid scent of machine oil clinging to his skin like a second layer of regret. His back ached from hours bent over the assembly line, his boss's grating voice still echoing in his ears from yet another pointless lecture about quotas. Women were another sore spot; dates always fizzled out, leaving him feeling invisible and inadequate, with his meager paycheck barely covering rent and ramen. One rainy evening, as he trudged across the bustling street lost in thoughts of escape, a bus barreled into him with a thunderous crash, pain exploding through his body before everything went black.

He awoke in a plush hotel room, the soft hum of air conditioning replacing the city's cacophony, sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains that smelled faintly of lavender. Disoriented, Alex fumbled for the remote and flicked on the TV, where a news broadcast blared in vivid color: "Men's scarcity reaches critical levels—women urged to serve their every desire freely." His heart raced as he stared at the screen, images of adoring women fawning over men in a world that seemed straight out of a fever dream. Shaking off the fog, he wandered to the dining room for breakfast, the air thick with the aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods. Women in elegant dresses filled the room, their conversations light and deferential, until a burly man strode in, casually ordering the waitress to bend over. She lifted her skirt without hesitation, exposing her bare pussy as he thrust into her from behind, the wet sounds of their coupling mingling with the clink of dishes. Other patrons barely blinked, and when the man spotted Alex, he shot him a high-five mid-thrust, grunting, "Welcome to paradise, brother."

Alex ordered pancakes and coffee from the redheaded waitress, her voluptuous body straining against a revealing maid dress that plunged deep into her ample cleavage and hugged her thick thighs. She was a vision of eager submission, her green eyes sparkling as she set down his plate, the scent of her floral perfume cutting through the breakfast smells. When she asked if he was satisfied and if he wanted more, Alex hesitated, his gaze lingering on her massive breasts, the way they heaved with each breath. Flustered, he complimented her beauty, and she giggled, noticing his stare. "You've been eyeing these," she said, pulling down her dress to reveal her full, pink-nippled breasts, milk beading at the tips. The room carried on as if nothing unusual was happening, and when she offered to stay, caressing his hair with soft, warm fingers, Alex nodded, his cock hardening in his pants at the surreal intimacy. Emboldened, he asked to drizzle honey on her boobs, and she beamed, arching forward as he poured the sticky golden liquid over her soft, round flesh, its sweetness mingling with the earthy scent of her skin.

He buried his face between her breasts, the honey's syrupy tang blending with the creamy saltiness of her milk on his tongue, her nipples hardening against his lips as he licked and sucked greedily. Her curves enveloped him, soft and yielding yet firm, the weight of her boobs pressing against his cheeks in a intoxicating cradle that made his cock throb painfully hard, pre-cum soaking his underwear. Thoughts of his old life flashed through his mind—the loneliness, the drudgery—but here, with her fingers threading through his hair and her moans of delight urging him on, he felt a rush of power and desire he'd never known, his heart pounding as he lost himself in the forbidden pleasure, the world around them fading into a haze of sensuality.

As Alex finally pulled away from her honey-drenched breasts, his lips sticky and his breath coming in ragged gasps, a wave of awkwardness washed over him. He looked up at her, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, her green eyes twinkling with unabashed delight as her fingers continued to weave through his hair. "I... forgot to ask your name," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment, the surreal reality of this world crashing back into his thoughts like a tidal wave.

She giggled softly, her touch warm and reassuring against his scalp, leaning in closer so her breath brushed his ear. "Oh, it's Nina, baby," she purred, her voice laced with genuine happiness, as if serving him was the most natural joy in the world. The casual intimacy of it all left Alex reeling—how could this be real, with the room's ambient chatter and clinking plates ignoring their private ecstasy? Nina's eagerness only amplified the strangeness, her curves still glistening with honey as she tilted her head, asking playfully, "Is there anything else I can do for you, handsome? Maybe cover these in chocolate, or warm milk, or even dulce de leche? Whatever you desire, I'm here to make it happen." Her words hung in the air, intoxicating and confusing, his mind spinning at the endless possibilities while his cock strained harder against his pants, torn between the thrill and the disbelief of this paradise.

Flustered, Alex shifted in his seat, trying to process it all. "I... I'm not from around here," he admitted, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "Why do men get to just... have their way like that? And why didn't anyone care when I was licking your breasts?" Nina smiled warmly, mistaking his otherworldly origin for mere foreign curiosity, and launched into her explanation with eager enthusiasm. "Oh, sweetie, it's like this everywhere—ever since that strange event wiped out most of the men, women have been taught from school how to serve and please. Our desires come second; yours are what matter most for reproduction and keeping things going. It's normal for a man to take what he wants, whenever and however he pleases—it's just how the world works now." Alex sat there, flabbergasted, his heart racing as the implications sank in. Emboldened by her words, he blurted out, "Would you... be willing to have sex with me?" She laughed, a light, melodic sound that made his pulse quicken. "Of course, silly—it's my pleasure." The ease of her response stunned him; this had never happened in his old life. On a whim, he asked, "Then... will you be my girlfriend?" Her face lit up, pure joy radiating from her as she squeezed his hand tightly. "You really want that? Of course, I'll be only yours forever," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Their lips met in a tender kiss, soft and exploratory at first, his mouth brushing against hers with a gentle urgency that made his heart swell. But as her tongue slipped in, teasing and insistent, the kiss deepened, evolving into something hot and consuming—her lips plump and eager, tasting of honey and desire, while their tongues danced with wet, slurping sounds that echoed faintly over the dining room's hum. Alex's hands roamed to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss grew obscene, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing with the raw heat of it all. When they finally broke apart, both panting, he hesitated before asking, "Even as my girlfriend, can I... pick other girls?" Nina grinned against his lips, her hand trailing down his chest. "Of course, it's your duty to take as many as you can—I'll even help you pick out my hot friends, all sorts of types for you to enjoy." He shook his head, still overwhelmed. "Not right now—I want to enjoy you, my new girlfriend. Could you go to my room and bring chocolate, dulce de leche, honey, milk, and strawberries?" She nodded eagerly, standing with a sway of her hips. "I'd be happy to, boyfriend," she said, and as he gave her ass a playful slap, she giggled and thanked him, her eyes sparkling as she sauntered away, leaving his heart warm with a sense of belonging he'd never felt before.

With Nina's playful giggle echoing in his ears, Alex watched her saunter away, her hips swaying seductively under the hotel's soft lighting, leaving him alone at the table with a lingering warmth in his chest that felt almost foreign. Deciding to shake off the daze of their encounter, he pushed back his chair and stood, his body buzzing with newfound confidence as he ventured out of the dining room into the hotel's bustling corridors. Women of all shapes and ages filled the space, their eyes lighting up at the sight of him—some waving enthusiastically, blowing kisses that made his skin tingle with their unabashed flirtation, while others sent sultry winks that contrasted sharply with the rejection he'd faced back home. It was intoxicating, this world where his mere presence drew attention like a magnet, and as he wandered past the grand lobby with its marble floors and potted palms, the air thick with perfumes and laughter, he felt a thrill building inside him, propelling him toward the hotel's outdoor pool area.

The poolside was a symphony of sensuality, sunlight glinting off crystal-clear water as women in skimpy bikinis lounged on chaises or splashed playfully, their laughter mingling with the clink of cocktail glasses and the faint scent of chlorine and coconut sunscreen. Alex's gaze roamed over the scene, his heart racing at the sight of bare skin everywhere—breasts straining against fabric, asses arching as they dove into the water—but one figure stood out amidst the crowd: a blonde with sun-kissed, tanned skin that glowed under the rays, her slutty bikini barely containing her curves, the faint tan lines tracing the edges of her swimsuit like a teasing map. She wore glasses perched on her nose, exuding a proud, spoiled brat vibe that instantly transported him back to his old life, where girls like her had looked down on him with sneers and mockery, making him feel insignificant. But here, maybe things could be different; emboldened, he approached her as she reclined with a book, her legs crossed casually.

She glanced up over her glasses, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features as if he'd interrupted something trivial, her full lips pursing in mild irritation. "Hey, I'm Alex," he said, his voice steady despite the nerves coiling in his stomach. "What's your name and how old are you?" She eyed him for a moment, then replied in a bratty, entitled tone, "Maria, 21, and I'm an entrepreneur on vacation. What do you want from me?" Stammering slightly, caught between his desires and the unfamiliar ease of this world, Alex finally blurted out, "Could I... put lotion on your body?" Maria rolled her eyes but shifted to turn her back to him, exposing her firm, tanned ass and toned figure as if it were the most mundane request. "Obviously, you could have just done it," she muttered, returning to her book. He grabbed the sunscreen, his hands trembling as he smoothed it over her warm, silky skin—her back arching slightly, her ass round and pert, its curves fitting perfectly in his palms, making his cock twitch with excitement. As he worked down to her thighs, his fingers brushed between her legs, and to his surprise, she spread them wider, granting him a tantalizing view of her shaved pussy, its smooth folds glistening faintly in the sun, carrying a heady mix of her natural musk and the sunscreen's tropical scent that filled his senses and stirred memories of past humiliations turned to triumph. Emboldened, he asked, "Can I take your panties?" She sighed dramatically, "Fine, as long as you don't bother me," and he slid them off, the fabric damp with her arousal as he brought them to his nose, inhaling the intimate, earthy sweetness before tucking them into his pocket. Her pussy was perfectly bare and inviting, its pink lips slightly parted, and as he leaned closer, the combined aromas made his head spin with lustful thoughts of how far he'd come. After a moment, he pulled out his phone, asking for pictures; she complied effortlessly, turning and raising her legs to show off her exposed form, allowing him to snap a few shots before rattling off her number and room details with a dismissive wave, leaving him throbbing and exhilarated.

As Alex stood there by the poolside chaise, his heart pounding from the thrill of Maria's casual compliance, he glanced down at the prominent bulge in his pants, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric just inches from her tanned, reclining form. Her eyes followed his gaze, and she rolled her eyes with a knowing smirk, her voice dripping with that same bratty entitlement. "Mans will be mans," she drawled, turning her head to meet his eyes directly, her glasses glinting in the sunlight. "So, do you want me to take care of this or not? What do you want—a handjob? To fuck my mouth? To use my pussy? Just say it; I'm on an interesting part of my book."

Flabbergasted by her blunt familiarity, Alex felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck, his old insecurities flooding back in this bizarre new world. "I... I never did something like that with a woman like you," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his cock twitching harder at the mere thought of it all. Maria's lips curved into a predatory smile, her eyes narrowing like a cat toying with its prey, exuding a confidence that made his knees weak. "Oh, an inexperienced boy—that's okay, mama here can take care. What do you want me to do?" His gaze locked onto her full, glossy lips and the inviting curve of her mouth, imagining them wrapped around him, which only made him swell even more; she seemed to sense it, her smile widening as she shifted closer.

But are you sure? We’re in the middle of the pool; there’s a lot of people here," he whispered, glancing around at the women lounging nearby, their casual smiles and nods reinforcing the normalcy of it all. Maria chuckled softly, waving a hand dismissively. "No problem at all—it's just the normal act of a woman toward a man; you have the authority to use me however you want." Emboldened, he looked around once more before unzipping his pants, freeing his rigid cock into the warm air, its tip glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips at the sight, her eyes lighting up with hunger. "So, do you want mama to wrap her lips around your cock?" He nodded, breathless, and she leaned in slowly, her breath hot against his shaft as she started with teasing kisses along its length, leaving faint red lipstick marks that smeared across his skin. Her experienced mouth worked methodically, beginning at the sensitive head, swirling her tongue in languid circles that sent jolts of pleasure through him, before trailing down to cover every inch, her lips soft and insistent. As she enveloped him deeper, the world around them blurred—the women by the pool smiling approvingly, their chatter unchanged—making him feel an intoxicating rush of power and horniness. Maria's hands slipped to her own pussy, fingers circling her slick folds as she moaned around his cock, the vibrations heightening his ecstasy.

She grew more intense, gobbling him whole with eager gulps, saliva dripping down his shaft and pooling at the base, her mouth full as she mumbled, "Alex, your cock is so good, so manly—the best I've ever tasted." Her hands gripped his ass, pulling him deeper, one finger teasing around his asshole with delicate pressure that sent unfamiliar shocks of pleasure through his body, a first-time sensation that made his nerves sing with a mix of vulnerability and bliss. He gasped at the way her touch there amplified everything, her finger circling and pressing just enough to make him buck involuntarily, while her moans grew louder, vibrating against his throbbing length. "I'm getting close," he warned, his voice strained, but she only sped up, sucking harder and faster until he couldn't hold back, screaming, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" She hummed in delight, taking every drop as he erupted, her throat working to swallow it all. Pulling back with a satisfied grin, she opened her mouth to show the creamy mess, then scooped some onto her fingers and smeared it over her pussy before swallowing the rest, flashing him that bratty smile that left him utterly spent and exhilarated.

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