Authors Note:
The idea of a free use female has always intrigued me. I wanted to share how I thought a girl might become sexually free enough to be willing to become a free use female. My kinks of control, humiliation, and D/s obviously tilt her story a little those directions. This story is told through the main character's eyes. I hope you enjoy her memories as she recounts the events from her past for you.
She uses the term "slut" in an affectionate way. A woman that enjoys orgasms and is open and free with her lust. Some prefer the term "nympho" for a woman that craves or is addicted to sex.
This story is fantasy and ignores the potential for sexually transmitted diseases. Spare me the comments on that topic please.
Your votes and comments help me decide if a story get more chapters.
All characters having sex are OVER THE AGE OF 18.
*****
The large guy behind me grunted. "Yeah, that pussy feels good. So good baby."
I arched my back a little more. Raising my wide plump ass higher. Allowing his cock to go deeper. Why was I so turned on? His cock was average size. Especially for a man so large. He wasn't fat. Not really. Maybe a little. He was tall, with big hands and broad shoulders. Mark was an otherwise average looking guy.
He was a nice guy compared to some of the schmucks that I fucked during my third year of college. His large balls smacked my clit as he picked up the pace. He liked doggie style. Most men do. Especially for casual sex. Like in this case. Let's face it, as hard as it was to admit, I had become the house 'Free use slut' my sophomore year.
How had this happened? Why did it turn me on? Ok, so maybe I stumbled onto the fact that being submissive turned me on. And humiliation turned me on a little too. Being an obedient sex toy for a group of people certainly can test a person's limits on humiliation. The orgasms were SO strong, and SO addictive for me. The orgasms involved pleasing both sexes. Yeah, girls used me too. College is like that, right? All about horny young people experimenting and learning what excites their minds. Educationally and sexually. Mostly sexually.
It was more like the 'house and friends' free use slut my junior year. The circle of people I was allowing to fuck me was growing because of Ms. Melissa. She liked to push my limits. She had a video of me admitting some nasty sexual stuff. I was on all fours, begging Nate to let me orgasm as he fucked me doggie style. Why did I let him fuck me on the floor in the den? I mean it was 3:00 in the morning, but still a dumb idea. At any rate, I clearly enjoyed it as evidenced by the massive orgasm I had at the end of the video. It went something like this.....
"Oh Pleeeaase fuck me harder. I need to cum!"
"I want you to fuck a nerd for me. He is writing me a paper. And I want you to fuck him as my gift to him for writing the paper for me." Nate could really piss me off sometimes. Expecting to have normal conversation while he fucked me. Ugh!
"What, really?" I replied, slightly confused. It wasn't the first time Nate asked me to fuck other people. But normally he wanted them to join us for a threesome. Not me fucking some random guy he knew as payment for Nate owing the guy.
"Come on, slut. We both know your kinky ass gets off on the idea. Fucking a complete stranger just because I asked you to fuck him. Wouldn't be the first time you did it for me. That's hot for you, right?"
He stopped thrusting into me waiting for his answer.
"Oh God. No no, don't stop. I'm SO close. Pleeeaaaase, Nate! Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need to cum."
"What do you say? Will you fuck my nerd friend?" he knew the effect his large cock had on me.
"Yes. YES! I'll fuck him for you. You can even watch."
He started thrusting again. Hard and fast. My pussy made squishing noises as he pounded me from behind.
"You want me to watch? That sounds like you want two guys. Do you want to be spit roasted? AGAIN. Him fucking you from behind while you gag on my cock?"
"Yes....YES!! Watch him fuck me or spit roast me like you and Nick did all summer. I love being used like a slut!"
And there it was. The video she had of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I orgasmed like the addicted nympho I had become over the last couple of years. Neither of us knew a roommate would get up for some water and hear us fucking. And even if they did, who would imagine they would record it. Watch maybe. But record? No way to see that coming.
Mark, the guy currently fucking me, was her brother. I was required to call her Ms. Melissa. Everyone else at our college called her Missy. She was a scholar and an athlete. Making me do things got her off. Most were sexual but some weren't. Truth be told, she grew to understand my dark humiliation needs more than anyone. That was the major reason I obeyed her. The video was a secondary consideration. I wouldn't want my parents to see it, but I didn't care about anyone else seeing it. People have said crazy shit during orgasms since the beginning of time, right? Doesn't mean they were true. Hehehehehehe.
Ms. Melissa had become an expert at pushing me. She kept it private. Just between us. Having me fuck one other person today. Then a different person later in the week. She was the only one that knew the true depths of my degradation. She would chuckle at the depths I would stoop to for her. She also found them HOT! And would masturbate watching me debase myself. Or she would, use my mouth to get off after she watched me complete whatever her diabolical plot was for that day.
*****
Mark grunted and blew his load in me.
"Damn that was HOT, babe!" he said as he smacked my ass. He pulled his pants up and left. I fell forward onto my stomach on the bed. My fingers busy as I tried to orgasm. I was in my own world. I didn't realize that Mark left my door wide open until I heard Ms. Melissa's voice.
"You know you should just wear high heels. You're always barefoot. I walked by the open door and saw you. On your tip toes, back arched to the extreme. That wide ass jiggling with every thrust from behind."
Her open-door comment was hilarious, since her first rule for me required I leave my bedroom door cracked when having sex. Obviously just a crack meant she or anyone else could watch without me or my partner knowing.
"I know Mark's not your favorite. But he likes you. That's why I made you come on to him in the beginning. Plus, I found it funny. Making you seduce my chubby brother. Then asking him to be "friends with benefits". Maybe I should make you marry him. Be my sex toy sister-in-law the rest of your life." she laughed.
She had become very good at pushing my buttons. Her words pushed me toward the orgasm my fingers were desperately trying to give me.
"Such a sex crazed slut. Always chasing an orgasm. Bedroom door open while you masturbate for the whole world to see. Or maybe it's your way of inviting them in to fuck you."
My hips began to rotate, helping my fingers complete their task. A small orgasm rolled through me.
"I'm just saying high heels would make your life easier. Especially with so many guys wanting to bend you over and fuck you doggie style. Actually, quite fitting for a bitch in heat."
That last line was the type of humiliation that I didn't like in the moment. But it added to her over all "Bitch" persona, which I masturbated to late at night more than I cared to admit.
*****
Maybe this story is best told from the beginning. Let me take you back to my high school days. To when I lived next door to Nick and Nate. Well Nicholas and Nathan as their mother called them. Nate and I were classmates. Nick was a year and a half older than Nate and a year ahead of us in school.
Nick was every girl's heart throb. Tall, handsome, star football player and smart. Fun to be around. Everyone liked him. He had his pick of the girls.
Nate was similar but more of a shy, quiet, brooding type of guy. Not an athlete, just a normal guy. He was tall and good looking. As smart or smarter than his brother.
I took advantage of living next door to them. We had grown up together. I was an only child, so I spent a lot of time with them.
High school is where I became accustomed to being used by other people. Popular girls would befriend me to get close to Nick. Once they met him, they ignored me again. I was the idiot that let it happen over and over. I guess it instilled the fact that I was only worth something to people if I provided something they wanted in return.
It wasn't a conscious thought, but it clearly altered my subconscious.
After Nick went off to college, Nate and I became closer. It wasn't until after we both turned eighteen that we began dating. Well, 'hanging out' together is more like it. We never really went anywhere, but we had sex.
Perhaps now is the time to tell you more about my physical appearance. I was a natural red head. Not overly bright red but my hair was clearly red. I always kept it long enough to be past my shoulders a few inches. My face was covered in freckles. My shoulders and cleavage were also covered in freckles. My body was pear shaped. Big butt, with slightly larger thighs than most girls. I had large breasts, but they sagged too much to be considered a nice rack.
Over the coming years I learned two things that guys seemed to love about me. That the 'carpet matched the drapes' when it came to my hair color. And my large soft saggy tits. They could squeeze them together easily for tit fucking. And they all wanted to push them together and get both of my nipples in their mouth at one time. What kind of weird fetish is that?
I guess the bottom line is large and saggy boobs are tons of fun for guys to play with. And other girls seemed to like them too. More on that later.
Most people found me on the attractive side of normal. The red hair and bright green eyes were a turn on for lots of people. Not just guys.
Nate and I hung out. We had sex, a lot. He had a magnificent cock. It was about eight inches long and as thick as three of my thin fingers. He loved to hear me gag on it. He would hold my head and force the thick cock into my throat. I would gag over and over as he held my head in place and enjoyed my plight.
The biggest problem for me was how much it turned me on. Several occasions I had a visible wet spot in the crotch of my blue jeans after swallowing his cum. It was embarrassing. But not as embarrassing as how he ignored me at school. Talking to other girls in class. Eating lunch with groups of girls.
Hell, he even asked another girl to the prom our senior year. I didn't speak to him for two weeks after he asked her to go to the prom. And when I finally broke down and went over to his house after school, he pushed me to my knees and fucked my face. And to make it even worse, for the first time ever, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and blew his load all over my face.
