Disclaimer... this is a pretty messed up series. I've always been fascinated with the free use idea, and started to ponder what it would really be like if it was implemented. In porn clips about it, it's very isolated scenes and incidents but I started wondering what it would be like on a larger scale. Those themes will come through here. I've gotten some ideas for this by reading posts and comments in 'red pill' forums on Reddit and such. I sincerely think it would be absolute mayhem, and though in these red pill forums, the blokes seem to think that it means every man would get access to pussy - I don't think that would actually be the case. You will notice as this series progresses...
So yeah, I don't condone these things in real life of course, but it's a fun exploration. I hope you enjoy!
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When the free use law had passed, government official Rhodry Sheridan promised his wife, Cora, that nothing would change. He wouldn't start fucking her against her will, and he wouldn't start using other women. He wouldn't activate the app that made him, or other users, able to shock her if she refused. Also of course, he wouldn't allow other men to use her holes. However, she could no longer leave the house on her own, and even in his company it could be a risk even if generally other men respected if someone didn't want his own woman to be used. Most men, though, didn't want to deprive other men of more pussy. Doing so would kind of go against the whole idea of a free use state in the first place, which after all the majority had voted for.
Cora had sobbed in gratitude and clung to him, told him she loved him as much as on the day they first married, and did her best to adapt to her new life as a stay at home wife rather than the surgeon she had once been. Going to work now would be too risky. What she didn't do, however, was have sex with him. She told him that she just couldn't right now, that the change in the law had ruined her sex drive. She begged him to be patient, promising that one day soon she'd be up for it again. Now that was six months ago and Rhodry was constantly walking around with a slight hardon. He wanked of course, but everywhere he went he would see other men emptying their balls into available holes. It was like living in a porno, and the fact he couldn't fuck his own wife or anyone else was beginning to get to him - badly.
Today he was driving into work and it was particularly bad. He just wanted to fuck, bottoming out in a warm, wet hole and cumming wave after wave of semen. Why couldn't his wife just give in? Didn't she realise times had changed? As soon as he thought that he was filled with shame. The idea that women were just available to all at all times wasn't one that he had ever had growing up, but then the research had begun coming out in the more subversive scientific communities that if pussy was constantly available crime and poverty would decrease. He'd read it all, curiously, but not thinking anything would ever come of it. Then the political groups had started forming, men meeting late at night, taking more and more power until suddenly women's freedoms were taken away. It was as if taken from the Handmaid's tale, perhaps that had even sparked the idea. Rhodry had told Cora that of course he hadn't voted for the free use law to be passed but the truth was he had. He'd reasoned that it would be better for humanity as a whole, and he and Cora could live their own lives more or less unchanged.
And the thing was, that the research was right. Now when all men had the chance to fuck regularly and didn't have to stress about whether or not they'd get lucky, crime rates had indeed dropped. Productivity at work had increased (after the mandate that men could only fuck in their spare time or on breaks) and poverty was on the decline. The economy was booming. Depression among men had all but been eradicated, studies showed. The only downside was that, well... women had become a commodity. Among the free use purists the argument was that women had always been a commodity, now they were just a shared commodity. Everyone was happy and getting to fuck; except Rhodry, of course. With every day he was growing more and more impatient. Thanks to his high office he could have any concubine he wanted, pussy could be served to him several times a day but he was going without.
He got into work and stepped into the foyer. The janitor had one of the female team leads bent over the reception counter and ramming into her from behind. Her hair had come lose and her ample tits had escaped her bra and were pushed into the marble. Her nipples were pink and erect and Rhodry felt a tug in his dick at the sight. He raised an eyebrow at the janitor.
'Good morning, sir!' He panted. 'I'm just on my morning break and needed a little pick me up!'
'All right, just make sure you don't overrun your break time.'
'No worries, sir! I always pick Mrs Kent when I'm in a hurry. Her pussy is so goddamn tight nobody can last long in it. I can recommend it, sir!'
He was working his dick in and out of her like a piston, and Mrs Kent looked at Rhodry pleadingly. His cock twitched at the sight of her flushed cheeks and jiggling tits. He could tell she was about to cum. Thanks to the hormones in the implants women were cumming very easily now, since men wanted the ego boost of making them orgasm.
'Oh god, oh no, please no, I don't want to cum on this dick, not again,' Mrs Kent was sobbing. 'Oh god, oh god, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhffffuuuuuuuuuuuck,' she screamed as she was indeed made to cum once more. Well, Rhodry thought, as Mrs Kent sobbed out her pleasure at the janitor's cock, Mr Kent shouldn't allow her to go back into work.
The janitor's big belly was leaning against her ass as he worked her pussy, sweating and panting and she was hiding her face in her hands in shame.
'Ooooh yeah, Mrs Kent, you love getting railed by me, don't you,' he panted as he was getting closer and closer to release.
Rhodry turned his back on the couple and stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed he could hear the janitor's groan of pleasure and understood he had just emptied his load deep inside Mrs Kent. He stopped the doors from closing and waited for Mrs Kent to step into the elevator. She'd worked for him for 10 years, and he and Cora had been for many dinners at Mr and Mrs Kent's. Not for the last six months though. Mr Kent had always been very appreciative of Cora's beauty and Rhodry had no doubt that he would want her holes if they went there for dinner, and it would be rude to refuse.
Mrs Kent did indeed come stumbling into the elevator a couple of minutes later. She had managed to put her tits back into her bra and shirt, and pulled her skirt down. Her cheeks were still flushed, her hair dishevelled and Rhodry's dick hardened. It would feel so good to enter her right now and blow his load. But he had promised Cora...
'Good morning,' she mumbled, keeping her eyes on the ground. This was another effect of the free use law: women were a lot more submissive. Anything that drew attention to yourself could end up with you being fucked.
'Good morning,' Rhodry replied, studying the outline of her tits and full, round ass. He was so horny.
The elevator opened on their floor and they stepped out. The receptionist, a red-haired beauty named Clarissa, had quickly become the office favourite. Now there was some kind of booking system so the men in the office could use her on their respective breaks. Rhodry was usually arriving later in the day, just like today, so the first breaks were already underway and Clarissa was on all fours on one of the reception sofas. Their intern, Jack, was plowing her from behind, grabbing her ample ass while sliding in and out, and Robert from accounting was forcing his big dick down her throat while grabbing her hair. She was gagging on it, but his grip on her hair prevented her from moving away and slowly his dick slid all the way in between her lips. All the while the intern kept fervently fucking her, her tits swinging with each thrust.
Another man, Steve, came walking down the corridor, nodded to Rhodry and then turned to the trio.
'You have two more minutes, Jack,' he told the intern. 'Then it's my turn, my break is starting.'
