Chronicles of Free-Use America

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In the 3rd installment of the *Chronicles of Free-Use America*, we follow a day in the life of Helen Miller. As a 46-year-old divorcee, Helen juggles her career and family life while looking to rekindle some excitement in Free-Use America.

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Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch.3 - Helen

"Excuse me! Is there someone we can talk to about renting an apartment? Or should we make an appointment," a woman's voice called from the lobby.

Helen sighed discreetly at the realization that all the leasing agents were unavailable. She considered having them book an appointment, but that wouldn't have been a good look for the Assistant Property Manager.

This was far from Helen's dream job, but after leaving a career as a real estate agent to focus on her family, returning to the workforce at the age of 46 was proving to be a challenge. She settled for a position as a leasing agent at the Hacienda Courts Luxury Apartments and was able to quickly advance into an Assistant Manager role. It didn't provide the freedom and glamor of a real estate agent, but along with her alimony checks, the salary helped keep her comfortable in the lifestyle she was used to.

Helen stood up from her desk and straightened the skirt of her button-down shirt dress and swept some of her auburn hair from her eyes. She recently added some blonde highlight to give her more youthful look and cover the unsightly grays. Her stiletto pumps clicked on the wood floor as she walked over to greet the guests. When she got closer to the lounge, she could see two younger men in their late teens with the woman who asked for help.

"Good afternoon! I'm Helen, Assistant Property Manager," she introduced herself and offered the woman a handshake. Helen had the practiced smile of a politician, but natural southern charm and beauty that made her more personable.

The woman appeared to be slightly younger than Helen, but not by much. "Hey! I'm Sonya and this is my son Steven and his friend Blake." Sonya motioned to the young men who were talking to each other on the couch.

"Very nice to meet you," Helen smiled to the woman and then to the boys, dialing her professional charm to the max. "What brings you in? New to the city?"

"No, we live just up in Tempe, but my son's starting college in the city in the Fall. We're looking for a place for him to stay near campus," Sonya explained.

At first, Helen was perplexed by the idea. She knew the universities in Phoenix had plenty of student housing. But looking at Steven again, she understood why he might not want to stay in the freshmen dorms. He was tall, scrawny, and didn't seem to care much about his appearance. Based on what she learned from her daughter about teen trends, she knew his oversized anime shirt and bright orange cargo shorts wouldn't make him popular.

"Oh, exciting!" Helen forced some enthusiasm, "We have some great two bedrooms, and the community has gotten very youthful and trendy over the last couple of years." Her eyes flicked between Sonya and Steven, still trying to figure out who she was pitching to. The young man seemed uninterested and hadn't said a word to her.

After a brief awkward silence, Helen looked at the younger men to carry on her pitch. "I have a couple of two bedroom, two bath plans that are great for roommates." The assumption that they were friends and not lovers seemed an easy one as Steven's eyes locked on her breasts the entire time she spoke.

She didn't respond to the objectification. Living her whole life in a free-use society, this was a constant occurrence.

Sometimes she loved the attention and other times it was an annoying. But Helen was a proud American and supported the Free-Use legislation; one of the "good ones" as often portrayed in the media to reinforce strong identity politics. Not that her individual support mattered much. The Free-Use Amendment was only challenged once in her lifetime and was upheld by a virtually unanimous vote in both houses of Congress.

"Yeah...uhh...can we see them," Steven asked in a quiet tone before finally taking his eyes off Helen's breasts and looking to his mother awkwardly.

Sonya stepped in to coach her son through the moment, "Go ahead...this is going to be your place if you like it. You and Blake go with Ms. Helen, and I'll wait in the lobby in case you need me to sign anything." The short haired blonde woman patted Steven's shoulder and turned to Helen. "I want them to go through the process on their own, but if they decide on anything, I'll probably need to co-sign since I'll be paying the rent until they get jobs."

With a smile, Helen nodded with a motherly understanding. "That's not a problem. I'll give them the tour and then we'll meet you back here," she said cheerfully, "We have Wi-Fi and complimentary coffee and bagels in the kitchenette." She watched the blonde woman offer thanks and head back into the lobby.

Helen's button-up shirt dress had enough of the top buttons undone to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage; her fare skin on her tits freckled and darkened slightly from the Arizona sun. Steven continued staring at her cleavage with awkward silence. She couldn't help but feel some pride that at her age, her cleavage was still a distraction for young men.

Before she could say something, Blake walked up beside Steven, finally joining in the affair. "Oh hey, I'm Blake.," he said blankly. Like Steven, Blake was tall, but with more of a fat and out of shape build. His brown curly hair was an unkempt mess, and his face was covered in an unevenly developing beard and a few acne blemishes.

It didn't take Blake's eyes long to follow Steven's to Helen's bosom, and his hands went along with his gaze. He groped the exposed tops of her breasts with his hands.

Helen's voice shuddered at the clumsy grabbing as she spoke, "H-hey there, Blake." It only took her a moment to adjust to the sudden invasion of her body. With more of her signature Arizona charm and an accent to show it, she continued, "I hear you and Steven are going to be roommates. Are you also going to State?"

Blakes's fingers fumbled with her buttons as he answered, "Yes, ma'am, Computer Science." He licked his lips as he glared her body down as he exposed it button by button. "What's the pool situation here?" He asked, changing the subject to something more interesting. Blake spoke in a tone and cadence that even Helen knew was trying too hard to sound cool.

Helen welcomed the subject steering back toward her job of showing off the property. It wouldn't look good if the Assistant Manager didn't land such an easy lease. "We have two. A family pool and an adult pool," she answered.

Blake and Steven admired her body as her shirt dress came open revealing her black laced bra and panties. When she was a younger woman, she was all hips and tits, but 20 years and three kids later, her figure had filled out. As much as public nudity was a nearly a daily occurrence, at her age, Helen felt subconscious about the c-section scar and stretch marks. Daily workouts focusing on her tummy and cardio had helped her self-esteem, but the wear and tear from her pregnancies persisted. As much as she hated to admit it, the attention of these younger guys was a confidence boost. Even if they were some of the most awkward people she had met.

"Adult pool. That sounds nice. Do you have any apartments that overlook this adult pool?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively to her as his hands roamed up her hips and up to her breast again. With a tug on her bra, he gave her the universal signal to remove it.

Like most bras in the Free Use era, it clasped in the front and the straps were easily detachable for quick removal. It didn't take long for Helen's lusciously plump breasts to fall free. Though age had made them droop slightly under their own weight, her tits were plump and inviting to the younger men.

Helen answered Blake's question while he found her light pink nipples with his hands and toyed with them for his amusement, "I think we do have a third floor 2 bedroom with a pool view, but those do usually have a higher rent."

With a turn to Steven, Blake asked, "You think your mom will spring for it?" When he was done speaking, he leaned in and buried his face between her mounds and shook his head back and forth to give her a good 'motorboat'.

"Umm I donno...probably," Steven answered. He tapped his friend on the shoulder to pull his face out of Helen's cleavage and replace it with his own.

"If you want, I could take you to a show apartment for the same floor plan as the one by the pool?" Helen asked, now dealing with each of the boys groping her tits.

"Alright, let's see it," Blake accepted the offer with a playful pinch of her nipple.

It was around that point when one of the other leasing agents walked by and gave Helen a firm open palm slap on the ass, making sure to linger and curl his fingers and get a grip of her cunt from over her panties. Other than the crude groping, the young guy didn't have anything else to contribute; just passing by.

After Steve and Blake took a break from fondling Helen, she was able to start the tour.

Helen led Steve and Blake through the office and the various amenities. There was the gym that the two young men would likely never use considering they looked like they hadn't done anything athletic since they were children. Then, there was the business center which got the two of them to make snide comments about the quality of the computers in between squeezing and sucking at Helen's tits.

It wasn't uncommon for Helen or anyone else to walk around in varying states of exposure. The light fabric of her unbuttoned shirt dress flowed behind her as she walked, keeping her breasts and black panties exposed. As she walked across the picnic area and dog park, she smiled and waved to the residents with no shame or awkwardness.

When they reached the demo apartment, Helen was happy to be out of the beating sun. Inside, the two-bedroom unit was fully furnished and decorated in a modern style. It was clear that Blake or Steven would never have an apartment so stylized, but Helen continued showing them around.

Blake and Steven explored the apartment, chatting with each other about how they would furnish the apartment and brainstorming their room assignments. They also had jokes about some of the "old lady" decor and fake flowers, mainly contributed by Blake.

Around the time the two were talking about how they were going to set up their gaming "battle station," Helen rolled her eyes and retreated to the living room and let the boys browse on their own.

After a few moments, Blake came out of the room and found Helen sitting on the couch. "I'm liking this place," he said as he walked to look out the window, "You said the other one overlooks the pool?"

Helen cleared her throat to answer, "Yeah...there is some tree cover, but you can pretty much see the whole pool and park from the balcony."

"Nice," he commented as he turned away from the window and walked over to Helen. "I'm just tired of living with my folks," he confessed to her as he stepped close enough to lean in and start playing with her tits again.

His comments were more perplexing than his actions. Helen didn't know how to respond to Blake, "I remember feeling like that too when I was your age. Luckily, I kinda grew out of it."

While she spoke, Blake reached down and unbuckled his belt before dropping his camo cargo shorts to the floor and pulling his cock over the waistband of his boxers. His member was a pasty white slug crawling out of a thick tangled patch of reddish-brown pubes. For his tall stature, Helen couldn't help but be disappointed in his pathetic prick.

One of his hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her forward to take his cock in her mouth. He groaned at the warmth that enveloped his cock as she easily fit his length down her throat, pulling his foreskin back with her lips and tongue.

"Shit..." Blake groaned, "You're good at this." His hands combed through her brown hair as Helen bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

He loved the way older women sucked cock. Something about a lifetime of men using them at will made them skilled and efficient at it. Of course, he interpreted it as affection. In the 7 months since he turned eighteen, Blake had spent a few hours every day using as many women as he wanted. It was his way of making up for having a nonexistent sex life in high school.

Helen moaned, forcing enthusiasm to coax more arousal from the younger man. Her fingers toyed with his hairy balls while her lips worked the shaft. She pulled off his knob for a moment to continue her sales pitch, "And think about all the room you'll have here to bring girls...call them up from the pool if you want."

The thought of having his choice of pool hotties and the actions from Helen evoked more excitement in Blake. His cock grew to a slightly more respectable size but was still well below average. This unfortunately meant that each time she took him down her throat, her nose was buried in his thick pubes and the fatty gut that hung over them.

"I'm all for moving here...It's really up to Steve. His folks are paying. I'm just glad they are letting me in on it too," Blake said. He pulled his boxers all the way down and kicked them off with his shorts before unstrapping his Velcro sandals. In a lazy plop, he fell on the couch beside Helen and prompted her to drop her head to his lap to continue.

When Steven returned to the living room, he found Helen knelt on the couch with her ass in the air and her face in Blake's lap while she sucked his cock. His eyes slightly showed surprise; not that Blake was using her, but how quickly things progressed while they were separated.

"Hey dude...so what do you think of the place?" Blake asked with a hand on the top of Helen's head, though she didn't need him to control the pace of her bobbing.

"Yeah...uh it's good. It'll be nice to just have our own place, you know?" Steven said, his eyes fixated on Helen's ass.

"Where do you think the DND table should go?" Blake asked as he looked around the apartment.

"I mean...we could just use the dining room and eat in here or wherever." Steven suggested as she stepped up and started caressing Helen's ass over her panties and under her unbuttoned dress.

"I was thinking the same thing!" Blake said enthusiastically. He motioned to Helen and extended an invitation, "If you want, you can get in on this. She's gives amazing head"

Steve chortled through his teeth, "I'm good. I'll wait for you to finish."

"Alright, man," he replied, pulling Helen off his cock to reposition her mouth on his balls. As she lapped at his hairy sack, his swollen cock rested along her cheek. "Are we going to eat after this?" he asked Steve before immediately asking Helen another question, "Is there a Taco Barn near here?"

Helen answered with her lips pressed against his rough balls, "Yeah...there's one just up the road by the Ameri-Mart."

The two friends continued to chat mostly about the apartment while Helen diligently serviced Blake's cock with her mouth. She was old enough to be their mother and found them both to be off-putting young men, but she did not act like it. Her lips slurped around his manhood, and she exaggerated the impact of his modest cock on her throat with inflated gagging.

After a moment, Blake held out his hand to Steven in a pausing motion. He stopped the conversation to release a loud rumbling grunt that shook his tubby naked body. His hand gripped the back of her head, and his cock throbbed hard against her swallowing throat to release several hard spurts of cum down her gullet. His face contorted and his brown eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he spasmed the last drops into the mature Apartment Manager's mouth with loud, awkward grunts.

"Well, I vote that we move here!" Blake said with a satisfied grin and a clap of his hands. He grunted and sat up before kissing Helen on the top of her head and slapping her ass. Contently, Blake exhaled and walked across the apartment nude and shut himself in the bathroom.

Helen didn't seem to skip a beat. After clearing her throat, she swallowed down the last of that teenaged neckbeard's seed and reactivated her saleswoman approach. She stood up and smiled at Steven as she straightened her hair. Her lipstick was slightly smeared and her eyeliner clouding, but Helen still radiated mature beauty. She even managed to keep her pumps on the whole time.

"So, what do you think, Steven?" Helen asked, "How does this feel as your first apartment? Your first step into a new chapter in your life?"

"Can you show me the bedroom again?" He asked in his unconfident tone.

"Sure!" Helen said a little too enthusiastically to try to cover up her impatience at closing this deal. "Which one would ya like to see?"

"Which one would you pick between the two?" He asked curiously.

"I like the one on the left side here," she walked him across the living room as she elaborated, "It's away from the door so you won't be disturbed every time your roommate has guests. And the bathroom is just a little bigger than the other." By the time she finished, they were in the bedroom.

Steven looked around the room again to imagine his things in place of the lavish decor. One thing that stood out to him was the height of the bed and the vibrant linens and the throw pillows. His platform bed at home was low to the ground and was only decorated with a body pillow with his favorite anime girl printed on it. This bed in the demo home looked more like his parents' bed, or something Helen might have in her house.

He pondered silently before asking, "Can you strip down and get on the bed for me?" He only turned 18 a few weeks ago and still hadn't developed confidence when instructing women how he would like to use them. Facing rejection for most of his teen life, everything seemed like a question even though it was his right as an American man to assert himself. Something about Helen drove his imagination wild since she resembled a teacher he used to fantasize about in middle school.

Somehow, Helen found his timid nature more off-putting than more aggressive men who would just take what they want without regard. Shyness was only a turn on for her in attractive or mysterious men. Steven was just a nerdy kid who was still learning his place in the free use world, so Helen tried not to think about it.

She pulled her unbuttoned shirt dress off with her unfastened bra and tossed it on a chair as she kicked off her black pumps. Steven's eyes feasted on the sight of her body; her fat tits, the mature curves of her hips, the suntan and freckles that formed on the top of her cleavage and along her arms. When Helen slid her black panties down her legs, Steven's heart thudded at the sight of her cleanly shaven sex, ignoring the c-section scar right above her mons.

When Helen started to peel off her nude-colored thigh high pantyhose, he spoke up, "Keep those on...please." By this point, his erection was tenting his orange shorts in front of him.

Helen smiled and climbed onto her hands and knees. "Is this how you want me?" she asked in a seductive tone, trying desperately to speed this along.

"Exactly," Steven closed the door and stepped to the bed. His hand stroked Helen's hair before he leaned in and kissed her lips. It didn't bother him that he could taste Blake's cum in her mouth. Most women he'd ever kissed had the taste of cum on their breath, so there was no cause for discomfort.

After a few moments of kissing, he reached out and pulled at her ass to prompt her to turn around. She thought Steven was about to fuck her, but instead, he buried his face between her plump cheeks and kissed wildly at her cunt, licking from her clit all the way up her folds and not stopping until her was lapping passionately at her asshole. Helen groaned from the stimulation on her sex, exaggerating only a little bit.