Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... going to be the first one to get free access to me. Still, I couldn’t deny my heart was beating faster now that I got to see his dick. The smell of it was beginning to overpower my senses. I was going to get to fuck someone, and then I could be someone’s plaything. I wanted so badly to be a plaything. I wanted to be owned and used.

“So, should I do the same thing?” I clumsily asked. “I mean, you showed me yours…”

He chuckled condescendingly. “That’s the idea, Ariel.”

I gave him a look. “If you’re going to get to use me, you could at least be grateful,” I nearly barked. “You want this too. Cool it with the attitude.”

Against my expectations, he just widened his smile. “If you really want to be used, this attitude should turn you on,” he pointed out.

“Yeah well it doesn’t,” I fired back. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Actually support me instead of being condescending.”

“Alright, alright,” he soothed, holding his hands out in front of him. “Well then, I’ll try to give you the full treatment.” Without warning, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in close. “What’s the ruling on kisses?”

I hadn’t considered that, but my brain was being overwritten as I felt Greg’s warm hands on my sides. I had zero romantic attraction to the guy, especially since he proved he couldn’t even want me sexually without being a bit of a jerk, but the sexual energy in the air was still overwriting my brain. I could feel my hormones clouding my judgment in real time, and barely ...

... squeaked out: “Not on the lips.”

“Sounds like a party,” he murmured, before diving into my neck. As he closed the space against us, I felt his dick on my shirt. I knew guys got excited and their dicks started leaking, so thinking quick, I raised my shirt right as he started sucking on my neck. Greg saw it as an invitation and started grinding against my stomach.

My eyes fluttered closed when Greg began sucking on my neck. I felt like I could float up into the air. If this was how it felt when a boy was kissing my neck, I was going to meet God when he fucked me. “Nnn…” I moaned without control, feeling one last thought crawl into my head. “Isn’t that going to leave marks?”

“I guess it will,” Greg simply answered. “You’re going to have to come up with some kind of story. Or…” He paused. “I guess you’ll tell whoever asks that some boy used your body and that it’s no more than you deserve.” As he said that, his hand flew up to my ass and squeezed it.

I shuddered. I felt myself leaking. My pussy was pulsing. Greg definitely had some kind of experience with this. “Fuck yes,” I moaned, losing control. “Use me, Greg, mark me up. I’ll tell everyone proudly that I’m just a free-use slut and a guy had his way with me.”

Greg chuckled, even with his tongue on me. “We’re definitely not taking this as slowly as I had planned,” he murmured. I didn’t care. I used my free hand to pop open my fly and move my pants down just enough, before taking his hand off of my ass and guiding it ...