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Free Use Trucker Hotel

Free Use Trucker Hotel

by yummicreme
19 min read
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This story revolves around the "free use" fetish. It includes themes of gay sex, consensual cuckolding and impregnation sex. If any of this would you, click away now and try another story.

Don't take this story too seriously.

Everyone in this story is an adult.

"Mr and Mrs Jacobs, for two nights."

I realised that I might have made a mistake on the first hotel for our honeymoon tour when we drove up. The hotel was not what I expected. I thought it would be delightfully rural. Instead, it was logistically efficient.

Most of the parking was for heavy goods vehicles. Most only pulled one container but some pulled two. We had to park around the back, with the staff cars.

Still, it could be worse and it would be a funny story to tell our friends -- and eventually our children. So, we walked in and went up to the front desk.

"Regular or free use?" The lady behind the desk asked.

"Huh?" Esther grunted.

"This hotel mostly serves the haulage industry, Mrs Jacobs." The receptionist explained. "They have strict limitations on what they can drink and how long they can drive. This hotel is located here because of the distance from the origin, not because there's anything to do. So we encourage other guests to volunteer for free use."

"I don't know what that is." We both said.

"It means that anyone in the hotel -- well, not staff -- can have sex with you. It's good for them because they get to relax properly and quite a few couples come because they enjoy it."

"Anyone?" I asked.

"Anyone." The receptionist confirmed.

"Would you give us a minute?" Esther asked.

We walked away from the desk and Esther whispered to me.

"This is amazing. It's just like our fantasies. What do you think? You could be fluffing them for me and cleaning me up, Danny. Would you do that for real?"

I was amazed that Esther had suggested agreeing to the discount. I was also feeling uncomfortable as my cock moved in my trousers.

"You'd really let me clean you up after another man has cum inside you?"

"Danny, you're my husband now. Of course you can clean me up!" She whispered back in a voice that could probably be heard by the receptionist.

We walked back to the desk.

"How much extra does free use cost?" I asked.

"It's not charged. You'd be volunteering your services for free."

"Sign us up!" Esther exclaimed.

Frankly, I think she'd have had us pay extra for the privilege. We have both always loved the thought of me watching Esther be used by anonymous strangers.

The receptionist completed our check-in. Then she gave us each a necklace with a medal that said 'Volunteer' on it in several languages.

"You must wear these, so the drivers know that you're volunteering for the free use programme. If they see you wearing it in the corridors or public areas they might invite you into a private room. And it gives you access to the sexual recreation lounge. It's called the Freyja room at this hotel. It has a different name at other hotels in the chain."

We helped each other on with our necklaces and then I turned back to the receptionist.

"There are other locations? I assumed this was unique."

"Not unique," she told us. "But I suppose that most people don't know about these hotels as we serve the haulage industry. They tend to be located inland from container ports. And not all countries allow it. We mostly operate in the Nordic countries. Management says they want to open up in the UK but I don't know if we'll get permission."

"Oh, do you know where in the UK?"

"Somewhere near Felixstowe, apparently. Just so you know, most of the drivers will be here in about an hour. You'll probably start getting asked to help once they've checked in and had a shower."

We didn't see any early arrivals on the way to our room. I suppose driving safety is strictly enforced and they can't speed.

We showered and changed into light clothes that could easily be removed. Esther wore a buttoned polkadot dress that came to mid-thigh. I just wore shorts and a t-shirt.

We decided to walk towards the Freyja room so we wouldn't miss the start. We saw a heavyset man with huge strong arms walking towards us. He noticed the necklaces and then pointed at his keycard. We followed.

His room was tidy and he started taking his trousers down as soon as the door was closed. I pulled his pants down and freed a lovely looking cock. I started licking where his helmet peeked out from his foreskin. Esther unbuttoned her dress.

He was quickly standing to attention. His foreskin had retracted and Esther lay down on the bed with her knees bent and her legs apart.

He didn't say a word. He just lay between her legs, got his cock in place and slowly inserted it into my wife. She sighed with pleasure as he penetrated her.

"Oh, Danny. This is amazing. I'm being fucked and I don't know who he is. I don't even know what country he comes from."

It had probably been quite a long time since he'd last had sex. He didn't last long. After less than five minutes he thrust deep into Esther, grunted and came. And came. And continued pumping her with his sperm.

As soon as he rolled off, I went down on her. I sucked and licked until I had got most of his cum out. Then, I turned to him and licked his cock clean.

Once done, we pulled up his pants and trousers, Esther buttoned her dress, and we continued on to the Freyja room.

There were already seven women -- seven wives -- there, just like the receptionist promised.

Esther went over to one of the contoured couches and lay down. I wandered over to the group of men and greeted them. A couple spoke English and I explained that we had no idea that free use hotels existed.

"Oh, they don't really need to advertise. It's all word of mouth." A German man told me. "We drove up here from Schleswig in Germany. We try to come every two weeks."

"Why?"

"Because we love it! What could be better than seeing your wife enjoying herself. And I must admit that I like to help, too!"

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"Do you mean you didn't know?" Another husband asked.

"It was a total surprise. We booked here because we thought it would be a quiet countryside location. This is our honeymoon."

"But you volunteered? Why?"

"It's always been a fantasy. We had to take the opportunity or risk regretting it for the rest of our lives."

"Sensible." He agreed.

The door opened and the drivers started streaming in. And, I noticed, and what looked like the lady who had checked us in at the front desk.

"Hello again!" I greeted her. "I thought you said that staff couldn't participate."

"We just can't initiate. We can volunteer. And I volunteer as often as I can. My husband loves it when I come home creamy. And, frankly, it takes the pressure off him. Lots of local women volunteer. It's not so much a duty as a privilege."

Over the next few minutes the party started. The men politely settled down with the women on the contoured couches and got to work. They weren't sex gods. They weren't huge. They didn't last a long time. And their technique could be improved. But they delivered the illicit excitement of anonymous sex and gobs of cum.

I cleaned up Esther between each of the drivers she relieved.

I also asked the receptionist for permission to clean her up after her first load. She agreed but said that she had promised her husband to come home sloppy, so I could only eat that one load.

Time flew but the whole thing only lasted for about 45 minutes. The drivers didn't last very long and there were quite a few wives to service them.

"Mr and Mrs Jacobs!" The receptionist called, as Esther and I headed for the door.

"Yes?"

"You're not under any obligation. But if you want, many drivers will leave and arrive from around 05:30 tomorrow. If you can be in here by 05:00 they would really appreciate it. The mornings tend to be a little slower. But if you enjoyed tonight you should enjoy the mornings, too."

The night before had been frantic. A lot of drivers and only nine wives to relieve them of their sperm. Most of them had not had sex for several days and were eager to empty themselves into a willing woman.

And they were all willing. But none of the men lasted long.

The morning was a bit more relaxed. Esther got properly worked up by each driver before he filled her with his sperm. And I enjoyed spending more time cleaning her up between men.

This was new to both of us. Esther's first driver of the morning had a long thin cock that hit her cervix a couple of times before he settled on a good rhythm. His cum was thin and almost transparent and barely had any flavour.

But the next driver had more of a chode. He was thick enough to be a real stretch but didn't go in very far. His sperm was thick, white, and salty. It was everything I had always fantasised about. And it was easy to suck out and lick up because it hadn't gone all the way to the back.

One of the wives got up after just 20 minutes. I was worried that she was upset. But as I watched her dress I realised that she was one of the housekeepers. She put on her uniform and looked sad as she took off her free use necklace.

It looked like the receptionist we spoke to yesterday had been right. It wasn't just her or us. Maybe this was popular.

It was certainly popular with Esther. She was wrapping her legs around each driver and pushing down on their buttocks as they reached their vinegar strokes. I was excited to see an anonymous stranger between her legs. It was just as exciting to see the wedding ring she wore as she touched each driver's naked buttocks.

Eventually we were left alone in the room. Just eight wives and their husbands. And some wipe clean contoured couches.

Esther pulled her knickers up over her still very cummy pussy. She wanted to feel the sperm dripping out while we ate breakfast. As we left, the housekeeper who'd had to duck out to start her shift came back with a cart full of cleaning equipment.

"How many of the staff here volunteer?" Esther asked her.

"Most of us women do. Most husbands want to be cuckolded, you know. Jobs here are highly sought after. The pay is similar to the same roles in other Danish hotels. It's the side benefits we yearn for. My husband only needs to get it up once a week and it wouldn't be the end of the world if he missed a week. But I get lots of sex and sperm every time I come into work. I've come in to volunteer on days I'm not scheduled to work, too. Most of the women here do the same."

"Danny, I know you've been licking the sperm from me. But are you sure you're not upset?" Esther asked as we tucked into toasted rye bread, butter, cheese, and coffee.

"Upset? I wouldn't have dared to imagine a honeymoon this amazing. This is the dream I always wanted. But are you really happy having so many anonymous strangers inside you?"

"I love you Danny. I think we're very well matched. I love helping these drivers. I lie there with some stranger's bare cock inside me. I know that I've never seen him before and probably never will again. But he's going to fill me up with his sperm and you're going to lick it out of me. It's the best holiday we could ever have. I just don't know how we'll return to normal when we get back to Edgware."

"I wonder how advanced their plans are for Felixstowe." I asked Esther.

"Huh?"

"I can mostly work from home. I know it's about two hours on the train to London but that's doable. And we could volunteer close to home really regularly."

"You'd be willing to do this again? After our honeymoon?"

"If you're willing, I'd like this to be what we do on every holiday."

"Why?"

"If you don't then we can definitely do something else," I quickly responded.

"Oh, no, that's not it." Esther reassured me. "I do. I just want to understand why. What is it about this that you love?"

"Most important to me is that you're happy. Your happiness is my happiness. But I was thinking about what this hotel is doing after we went to bed last night. Drivers who know they can shoot their sperm into a willing wife are less likely to drink and drive or abuse drugs. And haulage must be hard on them. Long hours away from everyone they know. Volunteering here is good for society. And, of course, watching you get total strangers excited enough to fill you with their sperm is really hot."

"I hadn't thought about the social good part. But you're right. Volunteering here must be keeping the roads safer."

We both laughed and went back to the buffet.

"Of course we can extend your stay," the receptionist told us.

Volunteering to service anonymous truckers was better than our original plan. So we extended our stay by 12 nights.

Then we discussed the locations of the other hotels in the chain. They all took more travel time from London, so we made two more reservations. We'd be coming back at Easter and Christmas.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around the hotel. Only two people took us up on our implicit offer. One was a trucker who must have been driving an odd route as he was around when all the others were driving. Another was a young man who had a manual typewriter in his room.

He looked scrawny. His face was gaunt. But when I undid his belt and pulled down his trousers I was shocked by the largest cock I'd ever seen.

He was dripping precum. I gently wanked his foreskin backwards and forwards. The precum smeared around his helmet as he stiffened up. Then I licked the precum before giving him a very gentle blowjob.

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Once he was hard I let him go, so he could try to get that massive cock into my lovely Esther. She was very wet but it was still a struggle. A struggle worth making, though. Esther certainly agreed and told him to both be gentle and be bold. She wanted every centimetre inside her and she didn't want him pulling out to cum.

Unlike the drivers, this stranger wasn't in a hurry. He sawed backwards and forwards relentlessly. Then he pulled out and beckoned me over.

"Lick my cock clean," He ordered me.

I willingly licked and sucked the mixed juices from him.

Getting back inside Esther was easier the second time. And because they'd both calmed down he could keep going for another few minutes. But then he changed the pace. It was clear that he was approaching a conclusion.

"Don't you dare pull out!" Esther demanded in a half deranged voice. She had cum several times already and was on her way to one of those climaxes that blank her out for a couple of minutes.

There was no danger of him pulling out. He sped up and really ploughed her hard. Then he pushed forward and I saw his buttocks clenching as he pumped her full of his sperm. As he pulsed inside Esther, her eyes rolled back and her face went blank. She lost full control of herself as she had a top level orgasm. An orgasm delivered by a stranger she'd met barely 30 minutes earlier.

I tried to lick his sperm out when he rolled away. But he'd cum deep and it would take some time for it to trickle down towards my tongue. So I rolled over and asked him.

"You're not a trucker, are you?"

"No." He answered. "I'm not. I'm a novelist. I'm struggling with the final scene of my latest novel. I came here to get away from the city. I need to concentrate. That's why I use a typewriter. I can't be distracted by the internet on it."

"You're only distracted by other men's wives!" Esther laughed.

"I suppose."

"Did you know about free use? Or was it a surprise for you, too?"

"I knew. I have two friends who drive trucks. They always try to use this chain. I knew that if I came here I could get several hours of distraction free work every day. And I can fuck a couple of married women, too."

"You like fucking married women?" Esther asked.

"I love it." He answered. "And I'm glad that so many married couples love to share. We need a bit of both, I suppose."

It turned out that he was staying for another five nights. He promised to fuck Esther every afternoon.

"Danny, we didn't just discuss our sexual fantasies when we were dating. Did we?" Esther asked me in bed, after that evening's session in the Freyja room.

"No. We discussed everything. The probability of life in other galaxies, our favourite cheeses. Everything." I answered.

"And children."

I was silent, not daring to think where this could lead. Eventually, Esther continued.

"I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant despite the huge amount of sperm you've licked out of me. But we do want children, don't we."

"Are you offering what I think you're offering?"

"We don't have to make any decisions now, you know." Esther said.

We didn't say anything for the rest of the night. We were both tired. But we were both excited thinking about Esther returning to volunteer after she'd come off the pill.

The next morning, we got up shortly after 4am, so we could be ready in the Freyja room for the drivers at 5am. I spoke when Esther came out of the shower.

"Yes."

Esther looked at me without comprehension. It was early and yesterday had been exhausting.

"In answer to your question last night. We not only don't have to make any decisions now but we can't. But I'd be really happy to come back here another time when you're fertile and not on the pill. But let's have a chat with the staff here. I bet some of them have thought it through."

As before, that morning's session was relatively relaxed. The men took longer and Esther appreciated the different pace. She came with almost all of them.

Esther insisted on breakfasting immediately. She loved feeling the remnants of the sperm trickle into her knickers as we ate. As we walked back to our room we saw the receptionist at the desk.

She was alone. Reception was empty now that all the truckers had left.

"Could we have a word?" I asked.

"Sure."

"We have a difficult question to ask. If you aren't comfortable then let us know. But like we said, we're just married. We've been enjoying ourselves. And we've felt free to indulge because Esther's on the pill."

The receptionist's face showed understanding.

"You are wondering about children. You want to know if any of us have chosen to have an anonymous stranger's child, right?"

"Exactly." Esther confirmed.

"My husband and I agreed that my second child would have an anonymous father," she said. "And about four other married women have done the same. And a single woman. Occasionally one of the youngest employees, 18 or 19, tells me that they want a baby that way. But I always counsel them against it. They're too young. They're not married. They're in love with the idea of some anonymous man filling their fertile womb with a baby. How old are two two?"

"I'm 24," Esther told her. "And he's 25."

"So, you're married. You know you want children. Would having another man father your children be a problem for your relationship. Are you in a hurry?"

"No," we both answered.

"Look. I'll give you my personal number. If you have questions we can chat. But are you in a hurry?"

"No," Esther answered. " We're in no hurry. I think we want a couple of years where we can just enjoy ourselves first. But we have started thinking about coming back here to get pregnant one day."

"Well there's no harm thinking about it. And it's worked out for everyone I know. But we were all 30 or older. Consider that."

We needed one of the hotel staff to jump start the car when we left. The battery had drained, maybe from no use and the harsh winter weather. But once we got on our way we discussed what we liked best about our honeymoon.

Highlights included that first fuck. Technically incompetent but so exciting because of its illicit nature. Also the novelist. His huge appendage and excellent technique made up for it. We also loved the camaraderie with the other volunteers, especially the staff.

We chatted with the receptionist on WhatsApp and went back, as planned, for both Easter and Christmas.

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