Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... It’s only meant for one person, so no intrusion. After we finish, I exit first then you exit a little bit later. Perfect.”

I hesitated. “…And what if you exit first and someone is outside waiting to go inside?” I asked.

He paused, looking off at the wall in thought for about two seconds. “Then I tell them the toilet is backed up and to use another one. You just hide behind the wall so they can’t see you.”

I blinked a few times. “Huh. Greg, that’s… smart.”

“Always so surprised,” he quipped, opening the bathroom door and pushing me inside. He locked the door behind him and with zero shame, pulled out his cock. “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased.

I bit my lip and sank down to my knees. Greg was such a good mentor. I couldn’t help but wonder as I slipped his dick into my mouth if he was ever like this with Tiffany. Maybe he held her against the wall and fucked her. Maybe he bought her clothing for her. Maybe he’d come into her room and just tear her clothes off out of nowhere because she was his. So hot.

I moaned, feeling more of his shaft in my mouth than I had before. I was still learning, and Greg was aware of that, not full-on fucking my mouth quite yet, though we would get there for sure.

Greg grunted, taking a step back to brace the wall for support. I followed, making sure his dick was never too far away from my mouth. I only took my mouth off of his dick to play with his balls, licking them and leaving a lot of saliva. At first I thought I ...

... should be sparing and clean with it, but the more I sucked, the more I realized that making a sloppy gooey mess was the hottest thing ever. His dick was absolutely coated with my spit, and some day, he’d use that spit as lube and just ram that cock into me. And, if the little warning on the back of my birth control could be believed, that day would come in around a week.

I couldn’t help but slip my hand inside my pants and get off to what was happening. It was just too good. Sucking cock was just too good. The more I experienced it, the more I just wanted to be used for cock, to make them cum, to be a plaything for anyone willing to grab the back of my head and make me get to work.

I must have been getting better, because all too soon, with a groan, Greg flooded my mouth with his load. This time, I embraced how I wouldn’t be able to swallow it all. I let it dribble out of the corners of my mouth, I let it flow down my chin. My face was a mess, but good slut playthings don’t care about looking presentable. I just wanted to look well-used.

“Holy shit…” Greg moaned, closing his eyes and breathing while his hand gripped the wall. I smiled, feeling the cum and slobber sliding down my chin. Slowly and lazily, he opened his eyes. “Careful,” he warned. “Don’t get cum on your shirt. if Whittleton blows his top over a smaller shirt, he’s gonna freak if he sees cum stains.”

I laughed, but silently agreed. Since Greg was the more presentable one, he quickly rushed to get me ...