Maurice stirred from his slumber, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the loft’s open layout. He felt a warm, soft pressure against his side, the kind that usually accompanied a lazy weekend morning spent tangled in bedsheets. But as his eyes fluttered open, the stark reality of his new life slapped him awake. He was in Jenna’s penthouse, the sun casting a gentle glow across her naked body, which was entwined with his. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and for a moment, he simply enjoyed the quiet intimacy of it all.

His thoughts were shattered by the sight of three other figures in the room. Aubrey Plaza, Alexandra Daddario, and Sydney Sweeney lounged on the edge of the bed, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they took turns playing with his morning wood. It was a sight to behold, a dream he never thought would become his reality. Their lips met the sensitive tip of his cock with a gentle suction that sent jolts of pleasure up his spine, their tongues swirling around him like a warm summer breeze.

That was when Aubrey and Sydney guided him inside Alexandra, who looked down lustfully at him, her famous, enchanting blue eyes captivating him as always ... and captivated by him, it would seem. He felt her slick, warm, wet pussy engulf him, felt the smooth skin of her buttocks as the other ladies moved his hands there, and then felt the lips and tongues still sharing his balls. As if that wasn’t enough, Jenna awoke next, saw what was down, and promptly climbed onto his face, high-fiving Alexandra as she did so.

Maurice took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of it all. This was a situation most men could only dream of, and yet here he was, with not one, not two, but four gorgeous women eager to satisfy his every whim. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Alexandra began to move up and down on him. Her moans grew louder and more urgent with each passing second, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly as Jenna started caressing them and making out with Alexandra, too.

The sensation was overwhelming, but Maurice wasn’t about to let this moment slip away without savoring every second. He reached up to palm Jenna’s ass, pulling her closer to his face as he licked and kissed her pussy, her sweet juices mixing with the scent of his arousal. The feeling of her grinding against him while Alexandra rode him was a symphony of pleasure that he never wanted to end. His cock was a hot, pulsing center of attention, surrounded by wet, eager mouths and tight, clenching pussies.

Sydney, not one to be left out, climbed over him, her perky tits in his face as she straddled his chest. She lowered herself onto his tongue as Jenna backed off, and he eagerly licked her clit, feeling it swell under his ministrations. Her breath hitched, and she leaned back into Aubrey, who whispered something in her ear that made her giggle, sending vibrations through her body and down to his cock. The room was filled with the sounds of passion, the wet smacking of skin on skin and the guttural moans of the four of them as they all approached the edge of climax. Jenna now rolled his balls around in her mouth, and she clearly knew what to do, because it felt amazing.

Aubrey reached out and began playing with Sydney’s nipples, twisting them lightly as she watched the show unfold, a wicked smile on her face. Maurice’s eyes darted up to meet hers, and he could see the hunger in her gaze. It was as if she was waiting for her turn, eager to jump back into the fray and claim what she felt was rightfully hers. The thought of her joining in only made him harder, and he could feel Alexandra’s pussy tightening around him in response to the increased pressure.

“Do it ... fill her up with your cum, honey ... do me proud ... these ladies made our romance possible. I can never forget that fact, nor should you, I dare say ... I still feel awful about how I treated you in the past, but I have made amends, haven’t I?” Jenna told him, even as she swiped her tongue across Alexandra’s butt-crack for a hot minute to force her to cream herself.

Maurice’s eyes widened at the thought. He didn’t want this moment to end, but the pressure building in his balls was reaching a crescendo. He nodded frantically, his hips bucking upwards to meet Alexandra’s rhythmic bounces. Her pussy was tight, wet heaven, and he could feel the beginnings of his climax building. She was already pregnant by him and others, as were Jenna, Aubrey, and Sydney, but that wasn’t the point, was it? The point was this new way of life, one of embracing sexual pleasure, not denying it for some false promise of an afterlife or some social norms that seemed to be treated as ends in themselves, not means to an end.

Jenna sensed his urgency and began to suck harder on his balls, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making him gasp. “Cum for us, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Cover us in your love.”

“Do it, Maurice ... cover our faces, our breasts, our bellies ... our thighs ... even our asses if you wish, with your jizz!” Alexandra told him pulling off as they all began caressing his cock and balls with their hands to force his release.

Maurice felt the dam burst, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He shot his cum high into the air, the warm jets landing on Alexandra’s stomach, Jenna’s face, and both Aubrey and Sydney’s breasts. They all giggled and moaned as he continued to spurt, their hands moving faster to milk every last drop out of him. It was a messy, sticky, beautiful sight, and the feeling of their touch only served to prolong his pleasure.

“Good stud ... or stallion, or noodle boy ... whatever you wish to be called ... you know that you’re the regular ... servicer, you might say, for us when we need one ... our favorite booty call ... and we’re so glad that Jenna is grateful to us ... and understands our ... need for you, our cravings,” Aubrey told him as they walked with him to the head and stroked him while he peed.

“That’s good, honey ... always pee right after sex ... it helps flush out any ... biohazards,” Sydney added with several kisses to his buns.

Maurice chuckled, still in a daze from the intense pleasure. He couldn’t believe his life had taken this turn. From a struggling waiter in Hollywood to a man with not one, but a harem of the most beautiful, powerful women at his beck and call, all because of one incident. It was like winning the lottery of pussy, and he wasn’t complaining. The only catch was that everyone had to obey everyone else’s instructions ... including himself ... a small price to pay and at least it was mutual, like a game instead of slavery or anything like that. As they cleaned up in the en-suite bathroom, the conversation grew more playful.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” he asked, wiping the last remnants of their fun from his chin with a towel.

“Well, I was thinking that our ... lifestyle, it has a name ... the idea ... behind it ... and I think that Baal is the one nudging me in this direction. The name is... ‘free use.’ I think that perhaps, we need to run you for the California General Assembly, do our part in getting ‘free use’ made into law. What do you think? Too many so-called progressives have turned into as big of prudes as the fundies that we used to love to hate, all for some intersectional feminist crap that doesn’t even improve people’s lives in practice. What hypocrites! I was one myself for a time. It’s high time to shake things up in the system, wouldn’t you say?” Jenna suggested, even as the three divas nodded in assent with her.

Maurice felt a jolt of excitement. It was a wild idea, but he could see the logic in it. If they could get the ball rolling, who knew how far it would go? He’d always felt that the world was a bit too uptight, a bit too obsessed with control and power, and here he was, surrounded by these liberated goddesses, living a life that was the ultimate rebellion against all that. It was thrilling. Besides, he knew that he would be doing it, anyway ... ironically, he had to obey them and they he, and this mutual submission somehow liberated all of them.

They all agreed to give it a shot, and the next few days were a whirlwind of strategy sessions, photo shoots, and campaign planning. Maurice was a quick study, and the various women in his life were surprisingly adept at navigating the murky waters of politics. They used their celebrity status to push the envelope, speaking openly about their “alternative” lifestyle and how it had brought them true happiness and fulfillment. The press ate it up, and before long, they had a small but dedicated following of people who were intrigued by their message of sexual freedom and mutual respect. Jenna was his campaign manager as well as his girlfriend, and she made real points of showing up what a stud he was by pointing to her pregnant belly. The public didn’t need to know that only one of her six babies was his, of course. That was an unnecessary detail.

Each of them would often take breaks to indulge in their “free use” lifestyle, using the penthouse as their own private playground. They’d invite other members of the Cult of Baal, or simply those curious about the concept, to join them in their erotic escapades. It was all in the name of spreading the word, of course. The penthouse was filled with the sounds of passionate moans and squeals of pleasure, a stark contrast to the serious political discussions that took place in the same space. But they were all on the same page, using their sexuality as a tool to break down barriers and challenge societal norms.

“We also need get those ... age of consent laws ... reformed,” a campaign intern named Hailey said as she leaned over him, her bare tits waving in his face, and began riding him for the hell of it.

“What makes you say that Hailey?” Maurice said, even as he enjoyed her pussy’s sweet embrace.

“Trust me ... it needs reformed. We all know that teens aren’t kids. They shouldn’t be infantilized. They aren’t adults, either, but they are a third category. Trust me. When I was sixteen, I didn’t feel victimized until I was told that I was a victim. It was the power of suggestion from misguided, well-meaning shrinks and therapists and others invested in the status quo ... fucking normies! We’re not boring normies, are we?” Hailey said as she rode him.

Maurice couldn’t argue with that. He’d had his own experiences with the age of consent, and he knew that the current laws didn’t always serve the best interests of young people who were more than capable of making informed decisions about their own bodies. He nodded, his hips moving in rhythm with hers, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the walls of the penthouse.

“By the way, I’m fertile right now ... do it ... knock me up ... don’t worry, despite my position, I am at least eighteen, I swear it!” Hailey showed him her license to confirm it.

Maurice’s eyes widened, but the thrill of the moment washed away any hesitation. He felt her tighten around him as he pumped into her with renewed vigor. He knew the risk of being caught was part of the thrill for them, and the idea of leaving his mark on her young, fertile body was incredibly arousing. The room was a whirlwind of activity as the other women watched, some masturbating, others taking notes on their laptops with their legs spread, and a few even filming for their private collection.

When Jenna knelt behind Hailey and started rimming it, that was the coup de grace, and the intern, albeit barely legal, creamed herself on him. He shot out his load, knowing that it was all but certain to impregnate her, his body shuddering as spurt after spurt, rope after rope, shot into her gash. Jenna kept rimming her for a moment long before she planted lip locks on their faces.

“Sorry, I had to rush things. You’re due for an interview with your favorite Spanish-language local anchor ... you don’t want to miss that!” Jenna teased Maurice, who had admittedly picked up a bit of Spanish from watching said station ... about the anchor who was his latest crush.

Maurice nodded, his mind racing with the implications of their campaign. It was bold, sure, but also incredibly risky. They were playing with fire, but if they could pull it off, it would be a revolution of epic proportions. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he looked into the camera. He ran as a Libertarian for now, even if he didn’t always share their views on fiscal policy, because they were the only party even open to half of his ideas of late. The Greens had shot him down instantly, of course, ditto the Republicans and Democrats, of course.

The interview was a blur of passionate speeches and seductive glances, the camera loving every second of it. The anchor, a gorgeous Latina named Marisol, didn’t bother hiding her fascination with their lifestyle, and the chemistry between them was palpable. Maurice knew he had to keep his cool, but it was hard with the memory of Hailey’s tight pussy still fresh in his mind. The idea of knocking her up had sent him over the edge, and now he was ready to take on the world.

“So, to sum up ... you’re running on a ‘free use’ platform ... that as long as no one ... actively objects to sexual advances, they shouldn’t be treated as anything but consensual. Is that correct? Consenting adults back to the old concept, or maybe something even a little wilder. It sounds ... fascinating, actually. And you are a devout pagan, is that correct?” Marisol asked Maurice, her eyes now undressing him in a very candid way.

Maurice took a deep breath, his heart racing. “Yes, that’s correct. Our relationship is based on mutual respect and desire. We’re advocating for a world where people can explore their sexuality without fear of judgment or legal repercussion. And yes, I am a follower of the ancient ways, specifically the Cult of Baal, but that’s a personal choice that doesn’t define our political movement.”