My Journey Into Free Use Part 3 3

About a half-year after our "cum-dump weekend", my Master and I were having dinner. After we finished up, and after I cleared the table and was snuggled up next to Him on the couch, He dropped a bomb on me. "I've arranged for you to have a password," He said. I must have looked confused because He grinned and said, "a free-use password. Any time any man says to you the word `pumpernickel' in a way that isn't obviously talking about bread, you are to submit to him completely until he is done with you. It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, and he can cum inside you if he wishes. Do you understand?"

My mind whirled while my body flushed and I got instantly wet. "Yes Sir," I said. He told me I was a good girl, then took me back to the bedroom to take advantage of how obviously turned-on I suddenly was. He's a clever guy.

The entire world suddenly looked different, and my every interaction in the world changed. I knew that at any time a man might walk up to me and use me however he wished. It was my free-use fantasy finally made real, and in a way where I knew that my Master was still in control. Only He could give out the password, and presumably He was being careful with the men He was giving it to, but all of that was behind the scenes. My day-to-day experience had suddenly become as close to real free-use as I think we could safely get.

It was two days later and I was doing my morning jog through my local park. I had my music playing and wasn't paying much attention, getting a good sweat going, when a man stepped into my path. I felt the usual jolt of wariness that any woman experiences in this situation. He gestured at me to remove one of my earbuds and when I did he just said: "pumpernickel." I panicked. Adrenaline shot through me, I started trembling. I have no idea what expression was on my face, but the man just took me by the upper arm and pulled me off the path, through some light bushes and pushed me face-first against a tree. I was nearly hyperventilating in fear and arousal, but I didn't say anything, didn't resist as he roughly pulled my leggings and panties down, unzipped, and pushed his bare cock into me.

It was early morning and the park wasn't particularly crowded, but it wasn't empty either and we weren't THAT well obscured by the bushes, but the fact that I was being used in a public place was the last concern on my mind in that moment. I was being used, in public, by a complete stranger. I was certain that this stranger was going to cum inside me. I was truly a free-use fuck-doll, submitting to this man entirely because he knew the magic word.

I don't think he lasted very long. All I remember is that he groaned and emptied himself inside me, held himself there while I braced myself against the rough bark of the tree, then withdrew, zipped up, and walked away without another word. I stood there, shocked, leaking his cum onto my leggings, before reality intruded and I quickly pulled them back up. I was shaking, and a stranger's cum was leaking through the crotch of my leggings. I couldn't finish my jog. I walked back to my car unsure if I was in a state to drive, but I did eventually make it home where I texted my Master that a stranger had used my password in the park that morning. He asked if I had been a good girl. I told Him I had.

My free-use fantasy was coming true.

A few days after that was my work-from-home day. At around 11:30 the doorbell rang. I answered the door expecting an Amazon delivery but instead I saw a man I knew through the BDSM club but not well. As I tried to remember his name he said "pumpernickel" and stepped up close to me, practically pushing me inside. I'm not sure if it was because I was home, or the fact that I actually sort-of-knew this guy, but the adrenaline reaction wasn't nearly as strong. I simply said: "how may I please you today?" and let him use me for the next hour or so. He was quite rough with me, alternating between fucking my throat and pounding my cunt. He slapped me, spanked me, and threw me around before eventually grunting "get knocked-up, slut" and poured his cum deep into my body. I guess now I knew at least one of the men who had been present that cum-dump Sunday. He left me gasping, bruised, and dripping his seed. Again I texted my Master about it. Again He told me I had been a good girl.

Almost a week later I was parking my car at the parking garage at work. I work in a fairly professional environment, so my work clothes usually consist of a button-up shirt and skirt, or sometimes I wear a dress. Nylons or stockings are standard as are panties. I was not expecting anything particularly sexy to happen, but as I got out of my car I heard a male voice call out from a couple cars away: "pumpernickel." I froze. This parking garage was large, and served multiple buildings and businesses, but there was still the very real risk that one of my co-workers would happen by, but my instructions were clear. I stood there, in the narrow space between cars, eyes submissively downcast, while another man I didn't know walked up to me. I could hear the grin on his face when he said "suck me off, bitch." Relieved that this was just a blow-job, I crouched down and took him out of his pants and took him into my throat.

If I say so myself, I am quite skilled at oral sex. This man seemed to agree as it didn't take long for him to get very hard and to moan compliments at my cock-sucking skills. But then he gripped my hair and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around to face my car, and I knew with sinking certainty that I would be leaking this man's cum at work all morning. But as a free-use cum-dump, it's not my place to object, and so I submitted as he pulled my skirt up around my waist, pulled down my nylons and panties, and started fucking me against my car.

Fortunately he didn't last long. Only a couple cars drove by, and I don't think any of the drivers saw us, or if they did, I didn't recognize them. The stranger blew his cum into me, pulled out, slapped my ass, and told me I'd been a good cum-dump. He then tucked himself away and walked off. I had no choice but to let my panties absorb his cum as I put myself back together and headed in to work.

Since then I've been taken like this at least once a week. The man who first took me while I was jogging in the park came up to my back fence one afternoon and used my password while I was gardening. He took me into my garage and fucked me much more thoroughly than the first time, using my mouth, my cunt, and finally cumming in my ass. Again, he said nothing other than my password, and walked off without a word when he was done. A complete stranger to me had the balls to show up to my workplace right before lunch pretending to be a client. Once he had me alone he used my password and took me to my work's bathroom to use me. He was fast, and quiet, and it was terrifying but also extremely hot.

Mostly, though, they show up at my house when I'm home and ring the doorbell to use me. Mostly I know them, or at least know that my Master knows them. Only rarely are they utter strangers, but that makes sense. My Master does need to know them and trust them enough, after all.

Eventually I figured out how my Master was arranging it. He had apparently set up a google calendar showing the times I'm free or available for a quick fuck, along with the location where I'd be. Most of the men recognize me from the club or past parties at our house, but for the complete strangers (who I assume are men from my Master's work that He trusts enough but who have never met me, or guys He finds on FetLife or wherever) He provides a picture.

I feel so loved that He is putting in such effort behind the scenes to make my fantasy a reality. I should mention He also changes my password frequently just to make sure the men He's sharing it with don't get tempted to pass it along.

One guy has taken to using me every Thursday over the lunch hour. At this point it's become less a "free-use" thing than just a regular appointment, but that's ok. He's nice and has a great cock. And, of course, my Master has trouble finding new "strangers" to use me, so not every encounter has the same full-on free-use feel to it, but I feel like we've entered a new level of kinkiness. The amount of strange cum I've had dumped in me over the last year has been mind-blowing when I think about it, especially considering just how careful we had been prior. We're both getting tested a lot more frequently also, as even careful pre-screening doesn't catch everything.

I know it's not a very safe fantasy to live out, but I'm having an amazing time living life as a free-use cum-slut submissive. I can't imagine my Master can one-up the current situation, but I'll never know until He does it. Perhaps I'll have a new chapter to add to this tale in a year.