Chronicles Of Free Use America Ch 02

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In the 2nd installment of the Chronicles of Free-Use America, we follow a day in the life of Taylor Giles, a 26-year-old working class retail worker making her way in Free-Use America.

Author Note

This project started as a thought exercise and turned into an erotica series of short stories about a Free-Use America. This is mainly a Slice-of-Life erotica that covers different perspectives from characters in this alternate reality. My goal is to build out the world over time with each new work.

**Free-Use:** This series is meant to approach the concept of a 'free-use society' with some degree of realism. In this society, women 18 years or older are required to consent or comply with any sexual advance from any adult male. I tried to capture how I imagine American society would evolve under this free-use policy, from fashion, entertainment, family life, politics, and even religion.

This series will always be a *free-use* based series and not focused on other kinks. Readers should expect the kink spectrum to shift slightly from installment to installment.

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Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch.2 - Taylor

"Thank god you're here on time," Corey projected with a little desperation in his voice and carrying an armload of clothing, "Connie is late again, and I've been backing up the registers all morning!"

Taylor was wrapping up her first week as department manager at Ameri-Mart and she wasn't about to let one busy Saturday shift ruin it. "Okay... she'll probably be in soon. I'll help you with the fitting rooms and try-ons. And when Connie gets here, you can take your break," Taylor said confidently.

"I was supposed to go on break like an hour ago," Corey complained. He stopped walking, expecting an answer.

She offered an animated expression of bewilderment, "I don't know what to tell you. I just clocked in. Let's make a run at straightening and I'll send you to break before the afternoon rush. Deal?"

"Fine... but don't ask me to stay after my shift," Corey bargained, staring down at Taylor's chest. She watched his eye contact drift downward, as most of her conversations with men went. It was worse with the younger guys like Corey; fresh out of high school and joining the workforce as well as the Free-Use American society.

His lip curled between his teeth as he reached out and tugged her the top snap of her shirt loose and reached inside to squeeze one of her soft mounds.

Ameri-Mart women's uniforms were made up of a short sleeve shirt that snapped up the front and a khaki skirt that rode midway down the thighs. The snaps in the front helped customers and co-workers alike to freely grope the staff without ripping the garment. Both the top and skirt fabric were soft, form fitted, and coated with a material to help wash out cum stains and other spills after a long shift.

Taylor didn't always feel comfortable in such a tight fitting and revealing clothing. In high school, she was the chubby goth girl. Due to the steep tax incentives for women to stay at a healthy and appealing weight, she dropped a good amount of the fat. As a 26-year-old single woman with a minimum wage diet, some of the plumpness remained in her bust and hips. In her mid-twenties, she had toned down the goth look to a more age-appropriate alternative punk style.

The cocktail of hormone treatments administered by the government and the litany of other GMOs in food tailored to stimulating the sex drive and body development had a way of naturally enhancing the female form. For women that wanted (or had husbands that wanted) a more exaggerated sex appeal, surgical options were available, but that wasn't Taylor's style.

She was confident enough in her curves, and still captured the gaze of men eager to use her plump rack or round ass for a good time. Taylor retained some round features on her face, giving her a cute 'girl next door' look. And though she had grown out of the full goth look, she kept dying her hair a deep crimson and favored darker color makeup on her pale skin. Her collection of tattoos continued to grow every year with nearly completed sleeves and other body art to express her interest in music and all-things art.

Like most girls with a naturally gifted bosom, Taylor opted to wear a cupless bra that provided lift along the underside but kept most of her tits uncovered with open access to the nipples. It was a practical way to satisfy her need for support and the male public's need to marvel and grope at her tits.

Another snap undone, and Corey found one of her nipples and gave it a playful pinch. Grabbing a pair of juicy tits was an impulse that men didn't have to control in a free-use society. Whether it was for the sexual gratification, foreplay for something else, or just a way to keep entertained, it was Corey's right to use her without any explanation.

"Has someone gone up to get the morning returns?" Taylor asked, trying not to focus on her employee toying with her tits. Employee policy allowed for some free-use among workers on shift as long as it didn't get in the way of work.

"Not yet, but I can after I put all this shit back," Corey replied.

"Thanks, Corey," she said, waiting for him to remove his hand from her shirt. He gave her one last squeeze before he walked off to resume his work. For a younger and more clean-cut guy, Taylor thought he was pretty cute, and she knew he was a good fuck based on other times he had asserted his right to use her. In a world where men didn't have to try to be good in the sack, those who did always stood out in a woman's memory.

Taylor centered her thoughts back to the job and looked out at the adult clothing department to find it in disarray. The store had fitting rooms, but they were mainly used by women looking for a somewhat private place to change. With the decency laws almost nonexistent, most of the men and even some of the women tried on clothes right at the rack or in the aisles and tossed any unwanted garments wherever they felt like.

She brushed her shoulder length red hair out of her face and started to pick up some stray clothes from the floor, making a pile of items to fold and sort. In the next aisle, the familiar slapping and moaning could be heard as two customers shamelessly fucked. Taylor made a mental note to come back to that aisle later to check for a cleanup.

Public free-use was a lot like yawning, it had a contagious effect. Once someone started fucking in an area, other men who witnessed it would get horny and instinctively seek out a woman to use for themselves.

So, it was no surprise when Taylor felt a pair of rogue hands grip her by the waist and start pulling up her skirt. Followed by the smell of cigarette smoke that persisted from the man's clothes and body. "Excuse me, missy. I'm just gonna get in a quick fuck and then I'll get on out of your way," the customer said casually with a country accent.

Behind Taylor, stood a tall man, average build, and from the sound of it, a little older than Taylor. He was wearing a loose off white Koore's beer t-shirt that was sloppily cut into a tank top. His jeans and boots were worn with some aged paint stains from obvious labor.

The customer shook his head to flip some of the stringy hair that wafted over his face from under his trucker hat. Though, Taylor didn't really get a good look at his face as he pinned her against the folding table and pulled her skirt over her ass.

Taylor knew better than to wear panties on a weekend shift, so the man was easily able to find her clean-shaven cunt with his hands and start priming her slit for his cock. "Help yourself, sir," she said with an awkward grunt as she pushed her chest from the table. "Is it okay if I keep folding?"

"Yeah, go on ahead, sweet thing. I know you got shit to do," he said as he unzipped his pants and retrieved his cock to start stroking. "You been working long?" the customer made conversation while stroking his knob against Taylor's plump white ass cheeks.

"No, I just got in," Taylor tried ignoring his cock and continued folding. Learning to multitask while being used was something most women picked up quickly. The better she was at being productive while also offering her holes to any one was key in a competitive working environment.

"Night shift on a Saturday? That's some shit," the man continued his conversion, stopping to squat down and spit onto Taylor's cunt. He could see and smell that she hadn't been recently fucked, which was always a plus.

She jumped slightly, startled by the sudden wet glob launched at her sensitive folds. "It's okay. I'm more of a night owl than a morning pers-ugh-on," she said with a groan as her pussy spread around his knob, his spit and her own wetness helping him slide into her opening. Taylor could tell he wasn't that big, but since it was her first cock of the day, so she was still fairly tight.

As he fucked her, the smoky smelling man noticed the swim trunks that Taylor was reclipping to a hanger. "Hey, what size are them?" he asked in his southern drawl.

Taylor peeked inside the American flag printed swim trunks and read off the size, "They're a large." She moaned a little from the rhythmic fucking, but it was more for the subtle theatrics. His small cock was not giving her much to be excited about, but there was a reason she never received a customer service complaint.

"Lemme see 'em," he reached over her and grabbed the trunks from the hanger. Shifting forward, he pushed her harder against the folding table. She had to spread her legs wider, losing one of her heeled pumps in the process as her ankle slight buckled on the floor.

He pushed on her back so that she was flat on the table before unfolding the trunks and laying them on her back. "Oh yeah...these'll work..." her words trailed to a grunt as he throbbed hard inside her and started pounding harder. He let his jeans fall to his ankles so he could part his knees wider and generate more power in his thrusts. "You think that'll be enough room for my pecker?" he hacked out a smokey laugh and continued fucking her rhythmically.

Taylor forced out a laugh over her exaggerated groans before answering with a lie, "I don't know about that...might have to go a size up."

The next voice she heard was a woman's, "Goddamn Clint, I done looked all over the damn store for you!" The woman was around Clint's age with brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Like Clint, she was skinny but more on the sickly side. She only wore an oversized T-shirt and some old sneakers.

"I told you I was gonna to find somethin' to wear to the lake," he pulled the swim trunks off of Taylor's back but didn't stop fucking her.

"I don't see why you don't just go naked like I do," the wife protested.

"Nah... last year them fish kept nibblin' at my dick," Clint protested.

"Well how much are they?" the lady asked.

Taylor spoke up, "they're on sale for ten dollars.""

"Ten dollars is the sale price?" the woman complained before accepting it, "Ten dollars to keep your precious pecker away from the fish. Are you almost finished? I'm ready to eat."

"Yeah, take them to the register and I'll meet you up there," he said to dismiss his nagging wife. He called out to her, "Make sure you pick up a carton of Reds!"

With his attention back on Taylor, he gripped her by the hips and started pumping harder. "I'm almost done, sweetheart. Then I'll let you get back to your work," he said through deep breaths.

"It's okay, I'm getting enough done here," she wasn't lying. Taylor had managed to fold all the shirts and was almost finished hanging the pants on the rolling rack. As good as she was at multitasking, the customers lazy style of fucking helped her get more done than she expected.

Another woman approached the folding table, this one speaking to Taylor. The short, dark-skinned woman was obviously pregnant under her yellow strapless sundress. "'Scuse me ma'am. Where y'all baby clothes at?" she asked, ignoring the fact that the employee was being pounded against the table.

"Ehhhm...sorry...the baby clothes are on the family side of the store," Taylor said through a groan and pointed in the direction of the family section.

Clint turned to the woman and tugged down her dress until her fat, tits flopped out. Her nipples were dark and sensitive from the pregnancy. His hand gripped one of her dark mounds and squeezed.

That was enough to push him over the edge. He grunted loudly and started pumping shot after shot of cum into Taylor's cunt. Clint's strokes continued until he had drained every drop into the employee.

Eventually he pulled out and offered her an appreciative pat on the ass before he tucked his cock away and pulled up his pants. The pregnant customer pulled her dress back over her breasts and walked away.

"Have a great day, sir," Taylor turned around to find Clint walking away without another word. Taylor shivered in disgust at her first real look at the white trash man that just dumped a load in her. She could feel the warmth of his cum leaking down the inside of her thigh as she shimmied her skirt back over her ass.

With a quick rub of her fingers through her hair, she adjusted her glasses and started returning the clothes she folded to their proper shelves.

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An hour later, Taylor surveyed the department and found that they had made good progress tidying things up. While she put away the last of the returns, she kept her shirt fully unbuttoned with most of her breasts exposed. This was how she normally worked. It was just easier than having to unsnap and re-snap her blouse every time a customer or coworker wanted to cop a feel.

She was restocking some shorts in the athletic department when she heard some younger guys laughing a few racks over. When the tallest and likely the leader of the group caught eyes with Taylor, she readied herself for whatever their intentions were.

The youngest generation of men to enter the free-use world were always unpredictable. They usually hadn't figured out what they enjoy yet and they developed silly social media trends to express themselves in a world where it was harder and harder to stand out.

One of the trends was young men sagging their pants in the front to let their cocks swing free and waving them at women as a way to taunt them. Though, it really only made a statement with well hung men, that didn't stop others from trying it.

"Aye, girl!" the taller of the two men called out. When Taylor looked over, he lifted his baggy shirt and revealed his big black cock. He swung it around at her while taunting, "What'chu think about this?"

Her eyes widened at the sight of his large veiny dick. Before she could answer, he commented to his friend, "Ayo I think she likes it. She lookin' like she in love."

Again, not letting her answer, the other man spoke up, "Damn, she done got her titties out and everything!"

"How can I serve you gentlemen?" She finally said with a with a smirk, "Or are you just browsing?" As she asked them, she pulled her shirt open so her entire plump rack could be seen. Her pale white mounds were held up and pushed together by her cupless bra, and a scattered trail of light blue veins could be seen underneath Taylor's translucently pale skin.

They both grinned at her playing along, but it was the tall man that spoke up. "Naw, I was commin' in to check out the jerseys...but now I'm gonna have to peek that rack." He walked over to her and his hands immediately found her tits, focusing his squeezing at the wrinkled flesh of her light pink nipples that were nearly as pale as her skin.

Taylor did a good job hiding how irritated she was and eager to get back to work, but he was only exercising his right to use her. She legally couldn't refuse, and it would be terrible customer service.

As the tall skinny man fondled her tits, his friend came closer. "My man, you always do this," he complained to his friend, "We got shit to do. We ain't got time to be feeling up on every white girl in the store, ya feel?" Then his eyes caught a close glimpse of Taylor's rack, and he stopped.

"Shut yo' noisy ass up, Terrance," The tall one spat back before turning his attention back to Taylor's tits, "Say mama, lemme go on and get some head. I'mma bust on these titties right quick."

With a sigh, Taylor dropped to her knees and started stroking the big black cock that swung from his shorts. When it got harder, she took the knob to her lips and started sucking. She used her hands in unison with her lips to stroke and slurp up and down his length in hopes of making him cum quick.

The tall man's friend, Terrance, huffed and shook his head, "Aight then. Lemme get in on dis." He stepped toward the kneeling employee and tugged down his athletic pants until his cock sprang free. The man was lighter complexion, and his cock was not as big as his taller friend.

Taylor reached out with a free hand and started stroking Terrance's cock, but still focused her attention and her mouth on the taller one. As she sucked, both men reached down to play with her exposed breasts.

Over the sound her of slurping and gargling on the end of the cock, Corey approached Taylor. Looking down at his manager, he didn't react to the fact that she had one dick in her mouth and another in her hand. "Excuse me," he said politely to the customers before speaking to Taylor, "Reggie is here, now. Am I good to clock out for the day?"

Taylor pulled her lips from around the girthy BBC so she could answer, "Did you finish restocking the swimwear?" As soon as she was finished speaking, she took the smaller of the two cocks to her mouth for the first time.

As her tongue worked down the underside of Terrance's shaft, she tasted the familiar bitterness of another woman's asshole on his skin. Part of free-use etiquette was for the woman to make herself available to clean the man's cock after fucking, but many guys would just walk off and let the residue remain on their shaft. It was considered rude, but nothing these men had done so far gave Taylor a reason to expect common etiquette.

"Yeah, I put out as much as I could fit. There's still a few boxes in the back," Corey explained.

"Alright...I'll see if we can get a new rack put up for the other boxes. You can head out for the night, Thanks Corey! Good work today!" Taylor said after slurping her lips off the length of Terrance's cock.

"Thanks, Tay. Have a good night," Corey said before walking away, turning one last time with a grin as he watched his manager go back to sucking off the two customers. He would have stopped to feel her up on his way out, but it would have been rude to the customers.

Terrance put a hand on her red hair and guided her back and forth on his cock, enjoying the sounds that escaped her mouth every time his knob met the back of her throat. After a few moments of bobbing up and down his length, she turned to his friend's cock to repeat the process.

As she worked back and forth, the two men joked with one another before the tall one took out his phone. He tapped a few times on the screen a few times to activate a live feed from the camera. "Ayo, whatup gram? This ya boy Jamal, kickin' it with Terrance B Rizeal," he narrated into the camera making sure to get his friend in the shot for a moment, "We out here live at Ameri-mart in Duluth and we got ourselves a contender for Throat GOAT of the Week! Girl...why don' you go ahead and introduce yo-self to the fam. We got 4 hundred niggas on the stream who wanna know whassup?"

Taylor's white cheeks turned a shade of red from embarrassment as he turned the phone down to her. As she looked up at the screen, she could see herself and a stream of comments and images from the viewers. Without any decency or consent laws to protect her, it was perfectly acceptable for the man to livestream himself using her. Taylor had been photographed or recorded without her consent countless times, but it was rare that someone would live stream her.