Up For Free Use Ch 02

Maybe I am pent up. That would explain everything. I'm just really pent up. Or maybe I've spent too much time by myself that I'm going stir crazy. Or maybe when I wake up tomorrow, I'll realise that this was all a bad dream.

Which makes it more annoying that I can't get to sleep. Again, I swat my hand away from my sore clit. This has been happening all day. First, it took ages mopping the floor, because I couldn't stop grinding on the handle. Then, my legs wouldn't stop rubbing themselves together while I was changing my cum-stained sheets.

But you know what the worst part of it was? I still had to wear those ridiculous clothes after my shower. Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with me. One second I was ready to throw them in the laundry, the next second I found myself pulling up the tights. Believe me, I tried to wear anything else, but they practically bonded to my skin. So I had to walk around for the rest of the day with a wedgie.

Well, up until I went to bed. Then, I was able to put on some normal pyjamas and a nice pair of knickers. Hopefully, that's a sign of things returning to normal tomorrow.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't. I woke up feeling like a zombie, lying there for a solid 30 minutes with my hand in my underwear before I realised what it was doing. Yes, really, I was so groggy this morning that I didn't even realise I was fingering myself. A great start to the day.

I plod downstairs to eat some breakfast and watch a little telly. Thank God for telly, because more time watching complete gibberish means less time with the jumbled thoughts running through my head. It truly is a gift. Unfortunately, its effect wanes over time, and I find myself thinking back to yesterday. Which one is worse: the fact that a stranger waltzed into my own home, completely uninvited, or the fact that I proceeded to have sex with him, completely unprompted? Or the fact that both of those happened, and I

enjoyed

it? "It was the best I've had in a while," I hear myself whisper, and as much as I want to slap myself, I know it's true.

Well, I guess I did ask for company

, I think while frowning.

You know what? Fuck it. My clit is aching, but fuck it. I can't live like this, scared of my own bedroom. So, whether it turns out good or bad, I'm going to head upstairs and change my clothes. I'm thinking a sweater and some joggers, but if that doesn't work, then oh bloody well, I'll learn to live with it.

Okay, I'm at my wardrobe. Here we go, deep breaths and small steps. Breathe in... then out... in... then out... okay, first, let's reach for the joggers. I open the drawer, look directly at the ones I want, slowly guide my hand towards them, and clasp.

Phew, so far so good. Joggers down, time for the sweater. I open the door, reach out... and grab that too.

Okay, okay, this is going great. The underwear is the last step. I open the bottom drawer, hold out my hand and... damn, it was going so well. My hands slide right off every normal bra I have, and there's no way in hell I'm going for a lacy one again. Weirdly, I can take some knickers out just fine, it's only bras that I'm having a problem with.

Fine then. Seems I'll have to do without. My nipples poke a little bit through my top, but it's not too bad. Certainly better than what I had on yesterday. "Alright then, back to

watching TV

fingering myself!" Wait, what? That was not what I wanted to say. God damn it, now my hand is back in my trousers. I use my other one to try to pull it out, but it refuses to budge. If anything, it speeds up, nearly bringing my knees to the floor. One last try: I grit my teeth and give it one last tug.

Yeah, it's not coming out.

"Okay, okay, you win," I groan. "Just let me put a towel down." My hand eases up a bit, so I take that as cooperation and roll out a towel to make sure that my bed doesn't get dirty again. The moment it's laid flat, my hand ramps back up again, so I lie down and let it do the rest. You know what, this isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Perhaps it's a bad idea to indulge this, but resisting hasn't helped either, so maybe I should compromise instead. Besides, my sporadic masturbating has left me perpetually horny, so why shouldn't I enjoy the ride? Just this one time?

And, damn, does this one time feel so good. I've never aggressively fingered myself like this before, but I can't say that I'm not... "Hey, why did you stop?" I ask after my hand starts fiddling with my trousers. My best guess is, they're too tight. Fine, I'll shrug them off, even my underwear for good measure. "They're off now, alright? Just get back to--" I don't get to finish that sentence before I'm dragged back into sweet bliss. My words become mush, as my hands expertly work me up again.

And then they stop again. And then they start again. And stop. And start. And stop. And start.

"What are you doing?" I pant. This damn thing is edging me! Every time I'm even a little close, it stops and waits before winding me back up again. "Come on, please," I beg. Yes, I realise I'm begging my own hand. "How long are you gonna keep this up?" Answer: a lot longer than I think. I sit there for ages, waiting for some sort of release that never comes.

Then my left hand twitches and starts moving by itself too. I'd like to say that I'm scared that I'm losing more control, but I kinda don't care what any other part of me does right now. Just one specific part, and it's refusing me. Eventually, it stops entirely and turns my head towards my phone, which is being held by my left and has opened up some hardcore porn.

"You can't be serious?" Nope, they're fully serious. Neither of my hands will go anywhere near my crotch until I look at my phone, at which point my left hand plays the video and my right continues where it left off. The minute I look away, they both stop. "Alright, alright, I'll watch," I say, uncomfortable with how far I'm going along with this. I think I can hear the front door opening again, but I don't know if I'm allowed to get up and check, so I'm hoping the sound is actually from the porn. It's not even good porn, mind you, just some girl getting gangbanged by three other guys in public. Hardly my kind of thing. Still, whatever's got a hold on me wants me watching it, so I do.

"God, I wish that was me."

Huh?

"I'd love to have that many dicks inside me."

No, I don't, what the hell am I saying?

"One guy isn't enough, I need to be filled."

Hey, stop that, I just said that I'm not into this!

Ew, now my fingers are going into my mouth. I can taste my own juices, plus a little bit of the cum from yesterday. Not that my tongue cares, it eagerly lubes my fingers up before they dive right back in. Rinse and repeat, with a side dish of them circling my asshole too.

Before I can even think of what they plan to do with that place, my bedroom door swings open, and another stranger sees me naked. This time, I'm too stunned to do anything other than keep fingering myself, and he looks just as stunned to do anything other than watch. You know, this is bad enough, but I would have been content with him simply watching. Unfortunately, that's not what happens. Instead, I ask "Care to help a girl out?" and watch in horror as my phone is dropped, my knees come up to my head, and my hands spread my vagina open. I look back at him, hoping that he would see the horror in my face, but sadly, I don't think he's looking at my face. In fact, he flings his trousers off and jumps onto the bed, so it's safe to say that my face is irrelevant at this point.

He wastes no time positioning himself. To be fair, I'm already wet anyway, but I kinda miss the foreplay from yesterday. Oh god, I'm missing sex with random men, what have I turned into? No time to debate that, because he thrusts into me immediately and doesn't wait for my tiny orgasm to finish before continuing to piston me. Theodore was a bit rough with me, but nothing compares to the messy fucking that I'm getting today. He's not bothering to pleasure me at all, just using me as his little fleshlight to get his rocks off, and I can already feel him about to burst.

Again, though, I can't really blame him, since I'm moaning as hard as I was yesterday. Even my own arms and legs have hooked themselves around him, so he's probably assuming that I'm loving the mating press he has me in. I

am

loving it, but only because I've edged myself silly that any penetration sends a sick thrill up my spine. Still, I do wish that he wasn't so close to finishing already. I'm gonna need another man after this.

"What the hell, Richard?" We both turn to my bedroom door to see someone else standing there. "Weren't you supposed to call me first?"

"Sorry, man, but you should see this bitch, her pussy's insane." Oh great, I'm dealing with frat boys.

The one at the door merely sighs and strips himself too. Richard, the one on top of me, lifts my sweater off and rotates me in a way that my head is dangling off of the bed. I'm not sure what they're planning here, this is sorta uncomfortable... wait, are they-- mmph!!!

Just like that, my mouth is stuffed, and both of them start pounding me. Hard. It's difficult to breathe, and when I do breathe, all I can smell is pubes. Jesus, do these guys ever shave? I feel like I'm eating a bush. What also doesn't help is his balls slapping me in the face and him grabbing fistfuls of my boobs. I don't mind a little fondling, but he's manhandling them like they're his stress balls. At least my body seems to enjoy it, since my cunt is squeezing down, so I can manage to ride the wave until my first orgasm.

Sadly, they take that as a sign. "Fucking hell, she's loving this. I told you this chick was insane. Quick, see if she's got a vibrator, I want to see her squirt."

Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do with my vibrator?

"Good idea. Hey, bitch," he pulls out of my mouth, "where's your toys?"

Look, asshole, I'm not telling you shit until--

"Bottom desk drawer."

God damn it.

"Thanks. Here we go, max settings, just the way you like it. Hold it right there."

My arms comply, holding the toy right on my clit and sending me into a frenzy. My dumb edging session meant that my poor clit never had a chance. When I eventually cum my brains out, they laugh and high-five, before shoving their dicks back in and going right back to where they left off. I'd like to tell them to fuck off, but they haven't told me to put the toy down, so I'm still violently orgasming. Worse, this makes me clench down on them, which they're loving, so they abuse my holes even more, which makes me clench down even harder.

Then they cum, and I cum with them, harder than I ever did in my life. For some reason, now's when I can finally throw the stupid toy aside, but with my throat clogged up by all of Frat Boy 2's semen rushing in, it's the last thing on my mind. I spend the next few minutes practically coughing out my lungs. Nothing comes out, but I can feel all my organs lined with that sticky stuff. Worse, I never got Frat Boy 1 to wear a condom, so once again, my womb is filled with a stranger's cum. Did I mention that I couldn't find any morning-after pills in my cupboards?

GLCK!

My mouth is stuffed for the third time today, this time by Frat Boy 1. "Fuck, even her mouth is legendary."

"So that guy was right, there was a slut living up here."

What?

"Told you he wasn't fibbing, Brad."

Are... Are they talking about me?

"He really wasn't, look at the porn she watches!"

Crap, my phone! I didn't get to lock it earlier!

"Looks like we got ourselves a whore. Don't you worry, bitch, we'll get you the orgy you want. First, clean me up."

Don't ask me why I obey. My tongue refuses to listen to me, bathing him in my own spit and licking off every drop of cum as he grabs my hair and forces me down on him. Even though it's very soft now, I still choke on it a bit, which makes him very happy when he pulls out and sees me coughing again. They laugh and high-five again, before putting their clothes back on and wandering off. I don't care to see them leave, just lie there on my towel. In retrospect, it was a good idea to lay that down, with all the semen leaking out of me. But that's not the thing on my mind right now.

Surprisingly, I'm also not thinking about my tally now going up to 3 men. What I am thinking about is this: I definitely locked the door this morning, how the hell did they get in?