Free Use Concept That Ended Up Way Longer Than I Thought

free use concept that ended up way longer than i thought

i’m staying over for a couple days and when i arrive you notice i’ve got that bracelet on. you know, the one that means i’m free use while i’m wearing it, the one that means i want to be groped, felt up, bent over and fucked whenever you like.

so you ignore it.

we hang out all day and night and you do nothing. it’s great, we watch a movie, get takeout, and have a lovely time, but you see me glancing your way every so often, shifting in my seat, not-so-subtly playing with the bracelet on my wrist.

i think maybe you’ve forgotten or are too distracted to notice it.

you’re not. you’re waiting for me to forget. to stop anticipating your gaze and your movements.

i’m preparing breakfast the next morning, having accepted that maybe you’re just not feeling it, when i feel hands from behind me, one sneaking under my shirt to run across my chest, and one pushing past the waistband of my boxers to stroke my cock.

i moan, completely caught out, and flush at my loud response, covering my mouth with a start.

“keep going,” you say, pushing your groin against my ass and lazily playing with my dick.

i stammer and shake under your touch. “w-with breakfast o-or with… m-mmoaning?”

you laugh. “breakfast can wait,” you say, and move me to the dining table. you bend me over the wooden surface and smirk at the whine that escapes me as you feel up my ass over my boxers. “i don’t know why you’re acting all surprised,” you purr, “you’ve been begging for this since you walked in the door. or did you think i forgot that your bracelet meant you’re my own personal fucktoy?”

i whimper, not even able to respond with words, and instead push my ass back into you, eliciting another laugh.

“see? this is why i made you wait. isn’t it so much more fun when it’s a surprise? when i can reduce you to a speechless mess in an instant?” you run a hand between my legs and press at the wet patch soaking through my boxers. “god. wet already? what a slut.”

all i can do is nod frantically and whimper. yes, yes, i’m a slut, i’m your slut, fuck me, fuck me now

you hook a thumb under my waistband and pause. i wiggle my ass in anticipation, but i feel a double tap between my shoulder blades.

colour? you’re asking.

i use what’s left of my brainpower to moan out “green,” and your hand ruffles my hair and then runs down my back in thanks and appreciation, before yanking my boxers down and exposing my cunt, puffy and leaking.

you revel in the sight of me in front of you, and the sounds i make whenever you run a hand over my ass.

“god, you’re gorgeous.” you deliver a quick slap to my ass and i feel your cock against it twitch at my moan in response. “well, prettyboy? what do you want?”

“f-fuck… pl-pl-please… please fuck me. please, i need it. i need your co-o-ooock...” my words come out broken with pleasure, not exactly helped by you and your wandering hands grabbing my ass or running your fingers up the soaking entrance of my cunt. i’m shaking with pleasure and anticipation, and you’re eating it up, drawing out the moment as long as you can.

you hum thoughtfully. “well… i suppose you’ve been patient.”

and, with no other warning—i didn’t even notice you take your pants off—you push your cock into me, bottoming out instantly, and i cry out with the most handsome moan you’ve ever heard from me, gasping and whining at the sudden intense pleasure. you pause with a groan, feeling me clench around you, before grabbing my soft hips and starting to pound into me.

my face pressed into the table, i moan in ecstasy, eyes rolling back and my mouth lolled open and drooling with how good you feel inside me. i feel every inch of you fucking in and out of me, setting my body and my cunt alight with red hot pleasure, and i just splay out on the table, no longer holding myself upright, just letting you use my cunt like a toy to get off with. with every thrust, i feel my mind—already fogged over with pleasure since your first touch—completely melt away, replaced with the feeling of your cock inside me.

you moan raggedly as you fuck me, spurred on by every whine that comes from my mouth. “god…” you gasp out, “fuck, prettyboy, that cunt of yours is heavenly. feel how perfectly my cock fits into you, how it stretches you out. such a perfect breeding toy for me, what a good handsome slut.”

i nod, trying to agree, trying to say yes Yes i’m a good handsome slut, i’m your perfect breeding toy, thank you thank you for using me, please keep fucking me, i need your cock in me i need it more than anything but all that comes out is a deep, low, moan, one that can only be drawn out of me from your cock deep inside me, so you understand me even though i don’t have the words.

“you want me to breed you, prettyboy? you want me to cum inside you?” you smirk as my moaning turns almost feral with need, and i press myself back onto you, moving my hips back and forth with every one of your thrusts, my cunt clenching and needy all stretched around your cock, and you growl with want.

“you need to beg for it,” you say, picking up the pace even more, which turns my moans into uncontrollable cries of pleasure. “beg for me to fill you if you want it so badly.”

i can barely piece a thought together, let alone words, but through the waves of heat rocketing through my body i manage to cry out “p-please! i need it! i need it i need it i need it i—”

i’m cut off by you thrusting deep inside me with a moan and releasing your load deep in my cunt, and i sob with pleasure as i feel you breed me. we moan together as you climax and fill me with cum, the drag of me clenching against you overstimulating the both of us as you fuck your cum deeper and deeper into me. you hold yourself inside me for a few moments, our breath shaky but in time, and you shudder with pleasure as you run your hands down my back, feeling me whimper and shake against you.

you ease out, making me whine again, and smile at the sight of me bent over the table, boxers down, hole exposed, puffy and swollen, cum dripping out of me and down my thighs.

“fuck, prettyboy,” you lean over to kiss me and run a hand through my hair, grinning at how even through my dazed, fucked out expression, i still smile and lean into your gentle touch through my hair. “i swear it’s my favourite thing to see you like this, dumb and blissed out, and dripping with cum.”

still with absolutely no words after having my brains fucked out, i smile and draw out a shaky heart with my finger on the table. you ruffle my hair with a laugh. “cute.”

as i move to get up, you place a hand on my back, keeping me still and bent over on the table. “actually, sweetheart, i was thinking…”

as you trail off, i push my ass against you to get you to keep talking. you laugh and then i hear your voice take on that dominant streak again.

“you look far too pretty like this, bent over the table, hole puffy and dripping with cum, for just me to appreciate it. although…” you run your finger over my drooling lips, “i think your other holes deserve the same treatment.”

i moan at the thought and you continue.

“i think you need all your holes filled, and i certainly think you could use some more cum in you. i think i’ll invite some friends over—they’d love to see a dumb slutty prettyboy like you with holes ready to be used laid out on the table like this.”

i moan and nod frantically at the thought, my cock twitching with desperation just at the thought of all my holes being used.

“perfect. keep that bracelet on, then.”

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