Chapter 30: Tom Reaches Burnout

Things went along very well in Fort Lauderdale for me and my women over the previous 20 years or so. Wanda ended up not moving in with us. She wanted to stay in her own place to raise her children. My lifestyle was too iffy for her.

I gave her lucrative child support, which enabled her and her daughter to live a much better lifestyle. It also allowed her to afford another seamstress to help at her store.

Wanda visited me often to get the occasional booty calls taken care of. It also allowed our daughter to visit us. During daylight hours, we behaved appropriately for my daughter and Wanda.

Outside of that, I continued to stick my cock and tongue into every female that crossed my path.

We are close to a popular International airport with several world-class beaches. There are hundreds of pretty women available daily ... They came from all over the country. Many were from other parts of the world. I made good use of those young women, too.

Fort Lauderdale Beach has dozens of restaurants, surf shops, and other places. Here I can easily bump into and pick up new pussy.

It soon became impossible for me to keep track of them all. Being a few miles from Miami, I met many of them from other countries. I often took one of my live-in women with me on my forays. Having a woman on your arm makes other women see you as more desirable. I also like having sex with more than one female at a time.

These two things go together very well.

I particularly like Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale. My hormones and ability to muddle a girl, makes picking up coed pussy easy.

I get near enough to them that they sense my hormones. I would touch their arm and whisper, “Hello darling, gimme a kiss.” Then, I escort them off to one of my hotel suites. I could even pick up two or three women at the same time. I had several permanent suites along the beach to choose from.

After the first year in Fort Lauderdale, I stopped selecting the new females. Drozul and his team began to select likely candidates and present them to me. That way, they had prequalified them as being of suitable age and ability to bear children. It’s more fun if you think you may or are knocking them up.

If I agreed to the girl or woman, I would be directed to them. This way, they maximized my seeding of more females successfully. My Exos soon reached well beyond America’s shores.

Drozul had Ships-beings (AI), create an android app for me to track all the pussy I was tapping into. I needed to fuck a lot of women and to also knock as many of them up as I could.

That required a specialized app to keep track of my cum-ings and leave-ings. I needed to support my progeny financially.

I dipped my wick in many a fertile girl or woman. I did it as often as I could until each of them dropped an egg, and they became pregnant. Quite often, the Heillizdt would preemptively cause an egg to drop. My Exos and AI could cause the egg to drop. I was too busy to screw any one woman for weeks on end to knock them up.

“Find em, feel em, fuck em, and forget em;” became my mantra.

I may visit each woman until Drozul and I are sure she’s pregnant. That usually means two or three visits.

Keeping track requires the improved dating app tied to the Heillizdt mother ships’ AI. The ever-present invisible micro-drones and hacking of the Internet kept me/us informed. It also told me if any of my past lovers were nearby. Every woman I ever fucked was tagged and tracked.

I swear my cock has spent more time inside one vagina or another than it has been out in the open air.

Even with that much fun and the constant dallying with different women, it had started to get boring. Eventually, it became too much of the same-o, same-o. Even unlimited young pussy gets old after two decades of it.

We had concentrated on older teens and women in their 20s. They are at the peak of their fertile years. These young females were also harder for an old geezer like me to put up with. Mentally, I really am a man in my late 60s now. Mindless chatter is ... Well, it’s mindless. I grew to abhor it.

My business life got boring, too. My Ford dealership empire grew year after year. I had little to do with it. I had help from Drozul & Co. and my two wives, Connie and Jenny.

We made it easy to buy a car, and people seemed to appreciate that by buying from us in droves.

Our dealership succeeded where most others floundered. Our success allowed me to buy a few failing dealerships. After a while, I had a large network of dealerships.

Over the following years, I bought or built even more dealerships. There were so many that I had to create an overarching organization to manage and oversee my empire.

As for my pursuit of fucking, I often picked young professional women to knock up. After that, I went after women from other countries. My primary target age was 18 to 30. Women are at their peak fertility.

I fucked a lot of average women, 5’s and 6’s, and on up, even the occasional 4 or 3. I had never been a snob. I enjoyed the variety. You never know when a girl might have a natural snapping pussy, or a lesbian roommate that she shares.

I was guided by the Heillizdt in making my partner choices. We did not stick to the elite or over-educated, fearing that it might stagnate the human genome.

I found all women moved up the beauty scale one or two levels after my first foray inside their pussy. They got the Exo boost to health, beauty, and greater intelligence and common sense.

Young men seem preoccupied with beauty alone. I found those low-numbered gals were, by and large, the sweetest of all. Most were much kinder people than the pretty ones. Pretty sometimes meant vain or self-centered. The Galaxy liked everyday girls better than movie star beauties.

I had them all. Fort Lauderdale is a mecca for many of the world’s best-looking women.

American women competed for the top five percent of men. They started to ignore the ‘Everyday Joe’ eventually. They all want the 6’5” Adonis body with a big bank account.

Unfortunately, the odds are against them. Somehow, so many who went to college thought they were a 10. There was some mass disillusionment going on amongst the female population.

College girls target tall, dark, handsome, and rich. So many of those women thought they were a 10, but unfortunately, very few were really anywhere near that desirable. For me, it was about the willingness to get along. It was about reliability and loyalty, and kindness.

After a few bad picks by the Heillizdt, they had narrowed their selections. I wanted girls and women that I found palatable, if not intriguing.

As time went by, I began to like American women less and less. This meant the younger ones were becoming tedious. I got to the point I didn’t want to deal with them anymore. After all, I’m mentally in the late 60s now. I may be 60+, but physically, I still look in my mid-20s.

By contrast, the majority of rich, good-looking men were already married to hot women. Duh!

95% of men saw no need to buy the cow to get a tiny sip of the milk. They are inveterate bachelors for life, a lot of them. Many became Incels. They were INvoluntarily CELibate, or Incels.

The Incels wanted nothing to do with females. Many of them came from broken homes. It got around that over 80% of divorces were caused by women who wanted to change men. Sadly, few made that work.

That made professional American women a target-rich environment for me. They got desperate as they passed into their 30s; they were easy prey.

I look like I have money, I’m a big guy, and I have the good looks. I look exactly like their intended demographic: a hot, rich guy.

Plus, I have my hormones. The past couple of years, I avoided the younger stuff. Older women are better at fucking, what they lack in zest for life, they make up for with patience and gratitude.

Picking an over-30 professional woman became so easy that it became effortless. They were becoming desperate. They were used to a varied sex life. The young guys did not want them. They had older and maybe slutty.

Most of those women became one-nighters for me. I left them befuddled, so they did not remember me the next day. They are the ones who get a letter with an untraceable debit card to support my new offspring.

Is that cold? I don’t think so. I have watched this class of women crush many a man. Fuck them in both literal senses of the word.

There was a deeper ulterior motive in picking them. They often smartened up as they got their dose of common sense from the Exos. They would then tell other women about embracing having a family. Professional lives sound good until you hit your 40s.

Putting off child-rearing until too late in life is a significant mistake. Face facts: Men are interested in fertile young women. Our sex drive is directly related to procreation. Women’s drive is too often to sample other partners. They are perpetually shopping for Mr. Right. It’s from their Cave Woman days. They had been preconditioned to be easy.

Older single and childless women end up sad, alone, and miserable. Being a professional woman for years, they have let their breeding ability erode. Being older, many end up alone in their later years. They have created a new age version of Spinsterhood. Old maids in deed and in fact.

At times, I would even go out with even older women. Some were fertile into their fifties. Talk about a thankful woman. These were the horniest of the horny. More than any other women, they appreciated a good fuck and a baby. The Heillizdt picked them for me.

Exos increase their health and allow them to carry a baby safely. They look and feel healthy and look younger below the neck. Many of them start life all over again. Some find a divorced man. A lot of divorced men ended up raising my kids. 99% of the time, they ended up loving my kids. My kids are smart and funny.

Drozul informed me that Exos last around 75 years. Most of my steady women would live for around 100 years before their Exos quit. They looked and felt great for much longer than the average gal. If they stayed, they would live even longer. I renew their Exos.

I got a constant upgrade in new and improved Exos as time went on. I was told I was immortal if I wanted to be. I was very unsure of that idea.

Since I was often brought in and upgraded, my Exos were regularly replaced with new, advanced ones. The women who stayed with me became effectively immortal. We were all getting new Exos.

One of Drozul’s ideas was that my country needed more women with common sense. Nature decreed that humanoids should have two people of the opposite sex. Nature’s purpose was and is to create babies. Families without fathers had become an abysmally bad social experiment.

Over the years, I fucked thousands of cooed and professional women. Most coeds became professional women.

Women can raise children alone if they have sufficient common sense and intelligence. Exos provided that boost for them. I provided the requisite cash. The women passed Eco’s onto their close partners, their parents, and their siblings. Exos were being spread around like wildfire.

Exos were becoming much like a slow-moving epidemic. I felt less urgency as time went by.

Raising families without a father created children who could not complete school. Some are lazy, which makes them less intelligent, willful, and eventually unwilling to even take a job. Worse, many became more predisposed to a life of crime and drugs. It was a matter of poverty for the most part.

That was why I insisted on properly supporting my single mothers. Most families today are headed by women because of divorce. My baby’s mothers got financial help. My baby mothers were well above average mentally, and their children were, too. Because of this, they did not suffer the problems that the average woman with no husband suffered.

My women would be better looking and intelligent enough that any of them could find a man and keep him happy. It seemed that my women all ended up with hyper-sexual needs. They would never say, “Not tonight, dear, I have a headache.” As time went by, most found a willing man and settled down. They were smart enough to stick with one man.

I also enjoyed a lot of international ladies. They were easy to pick up. I had kept the rooftop penthouse at the beachside hotel with my other suites. I picked up many good-looking and intelligent international women around Fort Lauderdale. Sometimes, I took them out sailing.

Sometimes, they met me and my three women, Connie, Jenny, and Jade. They would follow us home to my house so we could all enjoy them for a few days. Many of those got conked to keep my secrets.

The Heillizdt eventually optimized the muddling. I now had to keep a woman around for more than two days for them to be able to remember me. Nowadays days anyone who spends less than 48 hours with me soon forgets I exist.

Drozul and company filmed, edited, and transmitted whatever I did into the cosmos. I had billions of followers who watched me from all over the Galaxy. They watched me all day, every day. Their dismal lives were pushed away while they watched my exploits. They enjoyed the sights, sounds, and feelings through the Heillizdt sensory link.

Zofia could drop an egg any time one was present. Birth control is hormone-based. It tricks a woman’s body into thinking it is pregnant. My Exos can circumvent their hormones inside of them. I can almost instantly have them on their backs for me. Their legs would be wide open in invitation. I would poke deep into their pussies and fill them with my baby batter. I impregnated many women who had no idea it was coming, and they would not remember me.

Immoral? Was it? No, not really. This was about the continuation of our species. I felt no guilt over what I did. After lying with me, they passed Exos to their closest friends and family. They would lead healthier lives with enhanced intelligence and more common sense. It seemed to me that ‘intelligence” and ‘common sense’ were mutually exclusive. You could have one or the other. Few people had both at the same time.

I guess you could say I took unfair advantage of many thousands of women. In reality, we know every woman has become delighted with their results. They all got to be multi orgasmic, which improved their sex lives.

They performed their duty to humanity. They provided the next generation with healthy, intelligent children.

Their health had become outstanding, and they were much sharper mentally. They had their new babies, whom their bodies had been demanding for years. They soon led fulfilled lives. Drozul’s people kept track of every baby’s mommy and how they were doing.

They all received a longer, healthier life; otherwise, it would have been a big moral concern for me.

One side effect was that if the woman had a venereal disease, it no longer mattered. I was protected, and they would be healed overnight. I was stomping out VD.

Of the ones I did not impregnate, each and every woman had orgasms, almost always multiple orgasms. I did not impregnate married women or women who were seriously engaged. Some were too eccentric or bizarre; those outliers I left alone.

For a surprisingly large number of women, I provided their very first orgasm. Over half have physiological or psychological reasons that they could not reach orgasm. The Exos fixed most of those upon penetration or soon thereafter. Almost all were multi-orgasmic when I was done with them.

In my mind, I loved what I did. Think about having the ability to really enjoy every orgasm like a 20-year-old for the rest of your life. I was spreading joy almost worldwide.

The problem with many women’s ability to cum, was that women had been virgin. Some were involved with men who did not do the job adequately. The females had not been pleasured long enough to orgasm. The men fucked them but either did not know how to get a woman off or didn’t care if they did or not.

I’ll never understand why we don’t teach this shit in high school. We don’t even teach women how to cook or keep house anymore. Most are being aimed at corporate life.

Shit. Most men don’t get shop class anymore, either. What will we do when all the guys who built our country die off? When the guys who installed and connected our plumbing and wiring die off, it all comes to a halt? We already have bridges collapsing and killing people. Who will restore all of our infrastructure? We have become stupid as fuck.

By our estimates, half of the women I took to bed had not orgasmed until the time I fucked them. Many said they had, when they did not actually cum. They got a nice feeling and assumed that was one. Many had faked their orgasms. Some were really quite good at faking an orgasm.

Of course, I knew when they did that. I had sensors that told me who was and who was not. I never discussed it with the women; I just fixed them so they could have one, and they soon did! Then I repeated having sex until I felt they were satiated.

One early matter we had was communication with non-English speakers. I learned my AI could interpret well enough. I could stumble through the seduction phase to get my wick dipped.

Many visitors spoke enough English that we could get by.

I was so popular on the Entertainment channels that Drozul became filthy rich. He got carte blanche to do anything he wanted regarding Earth #23.

Anything! Drozul now has a newer, much more extensive and improved ship. He has increased his crew and harem; he added dozens of new concubines and wives. He had more engineers and techs who made everything more manageable for me and our mission. He made numerous upgrades to my sailboat and the houses. I bought the neighbor’s house.

Drozul’s ship had relocated his ship nearby on a desert island in the Bahamas. The invisible and repulse modes kept people and airplanes away from the area. The funny thing is, I visited him there several times. Now most of his Heillizdt women are sporting little boobies. It had become a Heillizdt fad of sorts. Heillizdt females only have nipples.

Drozul’s women would drag him outside to the beach, and they would swim together in the surf while naked. Drozul had become quite the hedonist. It was easier for the Heillizdt to support me from nearby. He told me he didn’t know how he had existed without the enticing bouncing little boobies all around him.

Earth 23 is where I lived. Evidently, there are many other versions of Earth.

When I got bored, I would take a sabbatical with my women. My sailboat, “Nauti Buoy,” was given an extensive overhaul. The drive train was replaced with two large electric motors. The diesels were long gone. She got a new carbon fiber mast, a boom, and all-new sails. The interior was upgraded a few times as we evolved different ways of doing things. Nauti Buoy had a powerful electrical unit that drove her fast. She had spatial anomaly shit added here and there. She was double her size, internally. The master bedroom was blown out to double its size. It sports a giant bed now.

During a regular maintenance pullout, the props were changed to bigger ones. They are of the new, improved toroidal type. Of course, Drozul had his own source for improved alien-designed toroidal props. They are faster, more powerful, and much quieter. The boat now did well over 20 knots in average seas. She could go up to 25 knots in calm seas. Sweet.

We could go to Newport so Connie could visit friends in 3 1/2 days. Sometimes we flew up in our Hondajet.

We used Nauti Buoy to mostly tour around the Caribbean and the Eastern part of South America. We have sailed to Europe and Hawaii. We even made it to the Far East and the French Polynesian islands, and Australia.

Often, I would have my jet moved nearby if I needed it. That was mostly BS. It allowed Bob and CeeCee Baxter to enjoy their own international travel. We often stayed at the same places and ate with them. They stayed childless. They seemed too involved with each other to want children to intrude on their easy lifestyle.

That way, the two of them would get to see different places and people. I’d only used them to fly mr places once Ford started urging me to take over other dealerships.

With Drozul just a portal away, my actual airplane travel became somewhat rare. Connie & Jenny used portals more often than I did. They were running my empire. I was busy fucking as many females as I could.

On paper, I had hundreds of millions. I secretly owned many banks now and was the single richest billionaire in the world. Luckily for me, nobody knew any of that.

The banks had their use. Since they were not connected to me, they became a revenue source to sell cars. You can walk into one of my dealerships, select a car, and drive out in an hour or two. That turned failing dealerships into successful ones.

Other people’s cameras were always unable to film or follow me. This came in handy when I ended up in gnarlier areas.

Elliot Ford continued doing great. It grew by leaps and bounds. Ford started offering me dealership takeover rights for any nearby bankrupt Florida dealership. They did this first in Florida, then later throughout the lower Southeast.

Some of the failures were caused by the E-car screw-up. Nobody was willing to pay for a vast charging infrastructure, so e-cars began to fizzle away. The government supplied little money to help the electrical grid. Nuclear power was still frowned upon.

We did not generate any new power. Nobody wanted to pay for all the new charging stations. So that became a place where you waited a long time to recharge. Not fun on a road trip.

The government kept pushing it, and the majority of Americans kept resisting buying E-cars. They seriously did not work well anywhere it snowed. In hot areas like Florida and the Southwest, things are bad there, too. You must cool the batteries and the vehicle occupants. This sucked away too much of the E-car’s range. When people in California were told to not use their cars one year, it started to snowball. After that, social media was abuzz about the lies about long ranges and lower upkeep costs.

Eventually, I ended up with over 40 Ford dealerships. I had regional offices for each state. They kept track of their state’s dealerships. Connie and Jenny ran the whole shebang. We had a large corporate office building a few blocks from Elliot Ford.

Drozul developed his own HR department. Anyone we hired for a crucial company position was thoroughly vetted by way of the Heillizdt HR.

When I got a new dealership, new hires were referred to Drozul’s Heillizdt HR people. Existing people at new dealerships were also vetted. We started out knowing who was good and who was not.

The new stores could call, fax, or email my headquarters. HR things were copied to the Heillizdt HR automatically. Business things went to the Heillizdt accounting people.

The new dealerships did not know that they were talking to little yellow women with vivid green hair. Those same conks lived on a spaceship parked on a sandy island in the Bahamas. Drozul’s Human Resources, accounting, and banking people are flawless.

Sometimes, my gals or I needed to dip into the minds of key employees. We could do that. Nobody stole from us, and nobody went and did their own thing. If they tried, our data numbers would soon let us know there was an issue. One of us three would investigate and fire the miscreant or miscreants.

We owned dealerships in every big southern city. Treating people fairly seemed to attract car buyers to our stores like crazy. Suddenly, honesty and integrity were becoming a thing.

It made many other dealerships adopt similar methods. Sadly, many of them soon failed at it. Greed and incompetence are a big thing in business. They could not escape the pain of letting go of their larcenous salespeople. Many were very senior salespeople and the managers. Owners usually balked when the unhappy salespeople kicked up a fuss.

Meanwhile, the size of my holding corporation and dealership just grew every year. My newest headquarters building is a block long and is six stories tall.

Early on, I’d set up the holding corporation to separate Elliot Ford from the rest of the dealerships. This protected any part of any corporation from any one problem child.

There were a couple of dealerships that simply could not be saved. Usually, this was at an older, more run-down location. Building a new location a few miles from the old was usually cheaper and more effective. Location, location, location, as they say.

Occasionally, a factory or mine would shut down, which would decimate a town. Many people then moved elsewhere, and those dealerships died outright. I made out by transferring the remaining vehicles and the best employees to another area. Waste not, want not.

I was making billions from the dealerships alone. Drozul’s day trading was still incomprehensibly successful. He still went after lost fortunes languishing inside crooked banks.

The dealerships did not compare to Drozul’s day trading. Drozul’s advanced tech did much of it. It drove several arms of the government crazy. They could not get near the companies and corporations he’d set up.

Connie was my legal wife and the company CEO, and Jenny was the CFO of Morgan Enterprises. The two of them ran the whole Ford shebang for me, which is how I got to take leave.

Jenny legally changed her last name to Morgan. She did that for the kids so they had the same last names.

Connie and Jenny were happy among the four kids that my first group of family women had. They also loved their professional jobs.

- I was nearing a breaking point. I was tired and bored with what I was doing. I knew I needed a change. Drozul knew I was getting wonky, and we didn’t talk about it for a while.

I now knew there were other versions of Earth. I knew I could return to Earth 23 if needed at any time; there are portals, after all. The girls knew I needed a rest and some distance from the dealerships. We talked about the situation amongst ourselves. We never have complete privacy from Drozul and Co.

The girls could easily visit me anywhere. We have portals, after all. I could zip home in a heartbeat, too.

After much arguing with Drozul, he agreed to my taking a hiatus from servicing women on Earth 23.

We spent a lot of time looking at the other Earths. We eventually decided Earth 0 would offer the best entertainment for a while. It is the most backward version of all the Earths. I figured that would maximize the contrast. It would offer the biggest newness factor.

Present Day, 21 years after my first meeting with Drozul Everything was flowing along nicely, except I was bored to tears in Fort Lauderdale.

Even twenty-some years of fuck-fuck-fuck every day can get boring as hell. I’d wanted a change for a while. I wanted a freaking big change. My girls and I talked about it a lot.

Drozul and I have argued about it several times during the last several weeks. I need adventure, something different to do, something out there and challenging. I wanted different women.

Drozul, not to lose the goose that laid the golden egg, had a brilliant idea. Why not visit another Earth for a while? There are many to choose from, after all?

Drozul specifically said, “A While.” You have to watch that sneaky little shit, and he likes to play legalese games when he can get away with them.

His logic for this change to an alternate Earth seemed sound. As it turned out, the logic was good. It was the execution of the idea that sucked. Bad intel will do that.

Jenny and Connie had their own popular channels for women. I had a teenage son by Wanda Harris. She had lived with us for a while. Our son, Todd, was becoming famous on his own channel back on Earth. He had been to the Heillizdt ship earlier and had been upgraded. Todd became the used car manager at our first dealership. He would go far.

Todd is into sports. He already has his own boat. Check out the YouTube videos about Haulover Inlet. Jet-skis, almost invisible bikinis, deep sea fishing, it’s seriously crazy.

Another son, William, would end up on Earth 19 in a few weeks. He was Connie’s youngest. That place had a funny, strange timeline. It was stuck in the mid-1800s, but without the Civil War. Bill is very sharp, and I knew he would do well. I will set him up in business.

Finally, it was time that “I” changed worlds.

Over a few weeks, I let Drozul talk me into this different version of Earth. It would be Earth number 0. His idea was that it was the most primal version of Earth. It was more like a combination of Pirates of the Caribbean meets Dodge City, only back a few thousand years.

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I looked once again at Amber and realized how lucky I was. I had brought her to Earth 0 with me. Connie and Jenny were mainly staying back on my Earth.

Amber is so fantastic to look at. Her flashy red hair and bright green eyes brought brightness and life to me. Her youthful peaches and cream skin and teen-looking body, dripped water as she exited the ocean. She pulled herself out, naked as usual. Wow, just wow.