She didn’t like men. Not sexually. She wasn’t attracted to them. She was a lesbian and had been for as long as she could remember. Men and cock did nothing for her primally and there was nothing she could do about that. She had made peace with that a long time ago.
Of course, she was still raised by her father to be a good girl though and understand her place. Men were the superior ones: smarter, stronger, and wiser; she was just a filthy girl who’s attraction to other filthy girls was of no consequence. It didn’t matter what she wanted. So she would take cock, service men, worship them, make them happy, and even though it didn’t make her cunt wet particularly like it did the other girls she knew, but a woman’s desires or sexual needs don’t matter. Why that should that be any different if they should happen to want to service women instead of men.
So she gladly served the men her father sold her too: cooked their food, cleaned their house, kissed their feet while they moved their bowels, and of course used her holes to drain their balls into the cumrag that was her body.
It didn’t matter if she was attracted to him. She worshiped him. He was a man. That was enough.