Free Use
Author's Note: The following story is all pure fantasy. To be convinced, I highly recommend reading the story to the end.
Hi, my name is Mike. By training I am an electrical engineer, but after 8 years working at NYPA, I came to the conclusion that it is much more worthwhile to work in home electric service -- my working hours are more flexible, and the income is at least twice as high. So, I became a freelancer, and I provided electrical services to private clients in their homes, such as installing lighting systems, repairing electrical system faults, and repairing or installing home air conditioners.
In most of the houses, I am received by the housewife and there is no one else at home. I am a tall man of 6'5'', broad-shouldered and strong, which impresses many housewives, many of whom try to seduce me in various ways, whether through generous gestures, direct insinuations or even cheeky attempts. Add to that the fact that I have a big dick, about 8 inches, and thick, and after they squirm around me, its size is clearly visible through my pants, and you can see why in almost every second house, I can get laid.
The temptation is immense, but I resist it with supreme heroism, and only rarely, and please don't tell my wife, do I give in to my desires and fuck the landlady. Still, I have been married for twenty years to a beautiful and sexy woman, and I love my wife.
My wife, Nicole, is a special education teacher and is nine years younger than me. When I met her, she was still in college. In fact, she was just starting out. I came with a team of electricians from NYPA to the college dorms to add a few phases to the electrical system. The female-students were milling around my team, but I was attracted to the tall, slender blonde who treated us all rather indifferently, like someone who wasn't really interested in sex. She had narrow, light blue eyes that stood out especially against her short hair, which, according to the fashion of the time, was styled in a mushroom cut. Her long, slender legs, her full, round butt, and her full, erect chest hadn't changed much since then.
Most days, when I get home, I'm as horny as a dog in breeding season. If my wife is home, I pounce on her and we start making out as soon as I enter the house. Our daughters are used to seeing us making out and are used to seeing our clothes scattered in the hallway leading to the parents' room.
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The heat wave, that swept through New York this summer, was one of the hottest in the last twenty years, so most of my calls were about air conditioner repair and installation. The heat had a direct effect on my level of lustful -- when it's hot and the air conditioner is broken, housewives tend to dress minimally. Most of them greet me in T-shirts without a bra and short shorts that leave half of their butts exposed. The boldests greeted me in a thin robe with nothing underneath, and one of them even stood in front of the running air conditioner and opened her transparent robe in front of my face to air out her private parts.
For the past few days, I've come home starved for sex. My wife always received me with a knowing smile and pulled me into the bedroom as soon as I walked in. But that day she went out with the girls for an afternoon out, and I arrived at an empty house. Or so I thought. I threw my clothes in the doorway, gathered up a few sheets of paper towels, and sat down on the couch to masturbate, when suddenly I heard a voice from the kitchen.
"If you're so loaded, why won't you use your daughter? She's in her bedroom." Shit, I forgot about my mother-in-law. Her husband had passed away a week and a half ago, and since our apartment was big, she moved in with us as soon as the mourning period was over.
I quickly covered my groin with those paper towels. It didn't really hide anything.
My relationship with my mother-in-law is great, but her offer to "use" my daughter infuriated me, so I replied defiantly, "Why wouldn't I use you?" I didn't really mean to, but she just made me angry.
"You could," Susan replied, "but I promised Nicole I'd make dinner."
"So you're offering me my daughter?" I was stunned. "Why would she want to satisfy her father?"
"Men," Susan blurted out, "you think you have a monopoly on hornyness. Let me tell you something, women can be just as horny as men, maybe even more."
"That doesn't mean..." I began, then asked, "Which of the girls is home? And why isn't she with her mother?"
"Monica," Susan replied. "She came back an hour ago and said she had to complete some work that would get her an exemption from one of her freshman year courses." My daughters, twins, were 18 and about to start college next year.
"She also told me," Susan continued, "that she was crazy horny and that if her dad was home, she would try to get him laid. So here you are."
This was too much. Is Monica fantasizing about me?
I stared at her, debating whether to go to my daughter's room, or use my mother-in-law, just to punish her for volunteering my daughter, and for using the verb "use." She just shrugged and said, "Don't be stupid, go use her." That insulting verb again.
I got up from the couch and walked hesitantly to Monica's room. I opened the door, walked in, and stood in the doorway--if my daughter expressed the slightest objection to my nakedness, I was going to run out and fuck my mother-in-law. Monica was sitting at her desk, one hand on the computer mouse, the other moving between her thighs, masturbating. She glanced back, saw me, and said, "Hi, Daddy." Not a word about my nakedness.
I walked over to her and placed a heavy hand on her head, my cock jutting out in front of her face. She didn't hesitate. She turned to my cock and buried half of it in her mouth, her full red lips closing tightly around it.
Holy shit, I thought, my daughter was giving me a blowjob.
She moved her laptop so she could continue reading while sucking. At that moment, I understood the profound meaning of the verb "use." I was using my daughter.
It turns out the young girl knew the job. She sucked my cock hard, her tongue caressing my frenulum. Then she pulled her head back, sucking the blood to the glans, and swirled her mouth around my shaft, sucking it into her mouth again. She managed to squeeze only about half of it into her mouth, and her tongue rubbed hard against the softer side of it.
I slid my hands inside her tank top and cupped her medium breasts. They were warm and viscous to touch. Her hazel hair fell down her back in long curls and her large doe-like eyes lifted up to me with an encouraging smile.
It was good, too good.
But I was horny and wanted more. I lifted her from the chair, and she, instinctively, leaned on the table, sticking her butt out, and continued reading the article. I pulled down her shorts and surveyed her body. Her skin was perfectly fair and smooth. Her round butt looked soft and inviting, and her lower labia were thick, ruddy, and smooth. I never had sexual thoughts about my daughters, but I watched them grow into young women and noticed the beautiful curves of their bodies.
