Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... and after beginning to bob my head back and forth, I realized all of the things I should be doing. Where my mouth should go, how to breathe properly, everything.

Greg was moaning instantly. “Fuck… god damn!” he swore. “Okay, who did you blow before me?”

I took my mouth off of him. “I told you, no one,” I replied, grabbing his dick and jacking it off.

He winced. “I can definitely tell that’s the case with your handjobs – no seriously, ease up – but no virgin gives blowjobs like that.”

I shrugged and my eyes sparkled. “I guess that really just proves I was made to suck dick,” I replied in a teasingly innocent joke. Within seconds, my mouth was back on his dick, and less than a minute later, after showing off my skills, Greg was groaning, blowing his load into my mouth.

It was way harder to swallow as I went than I’d thought. The taste wasn’t too terrible, and I was happy to swallow it, but I just couldn’t. My cheeks ballooned and eventually, some of his spunk started leaking out of my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but the rest leaked down my face. My eyes watered. My chin was a mess. I was a cock-hungry slut that just made my friend cum.

“Holy shit…” he moaned, then looked at my face. He started to chuckle. “Fuck, hold on.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, locking eyes with me. His semi-hard dick started to get hard again as he snapped a few pictures of my face.

“Not even going to ask, huh?” I asked smugly.

“Welcome to being ...

... a free-use slut,” he replied with the same smugness.

I smiled. I had no doubt that if I told Greg not to, or to delete those pictures, he would. Plus, he was right. If I needed to grant permission first, I wasn’t being a free-use slut. But still… “Send those to me,” I told him. “I’m sure I can find a few people to send them to with enough time. In fact…” I grabbed his dick, now hard again, and started pumping it slowly, moving my face in close. “Do you want to take a few more pictures with me holding it like this?”

He shifted in place. “Well, I dunno if I want pictures of my actual dick. Y’know.”

I lowered an eyebrow. What a pussy. “Okay, what about if it was in my mouth?” I asked. “All they’d see is the shaft. You have to admit it would be hot, right…?”

Greg shook his head slowly, a smile forming on his face. “Wow, you’re way sluttier than I thought,” he admitted. “How the fuck did you hide this from everyone for so long?”

“I dunno,” I honestly admitted. “I need to cum like three times a day at least. I was gonna fucking explode sooner or later. So, blowjob pics, yay or nay?”

Greg laughed, readying the camera. “Yay,” he admitted. “Get to work, slut.”

***

Annoyingly, Greg wouldn’t fuck me that night. Something about having no condoms and not being on birth control made the guy stop, as if he couldn’t just pull out or something. So fucking annoying. Still, we took a lot of pictures, and he sent them to me shortly after I left, so that was a plus.

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