“She Gasped As He Ripped Her Shirt Open, Buttons Exploding. Jordan Looked Up, Meeting His Intense Eyes,

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When you masturbate you’re wasting all the cum that should have been inside of me

Here it is, almost a year later, option B.

CW: anonymous sex, drunk sex, questionable consent.

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Spending a weekend letting strangers use my holes seemed like a great idea if it meant being able to pay my tuition. During sophomore year I had started stripping at a nearby club after all my scholarship applications had been rejected and I couldn’t afford my tuition, let alone food or rent. I had decided there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for money. Now that I was here, however, I found I couldn’t calm my nerves.

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Two weeks ago one of the girls in my sorority had gotten a new job she couldn’t stop bragging about. She said she was a “Pleasure Assistant” at the Tom Cat Nightclub—which was a suspicious as hell job description, but nobody could deny the money she was raking in. We were all crazy curious. At first she deflected when asked about what the job actually entailed, but after a few tequila shots she spilled—her new night gig was being a human flesh light. She said there was a back room where the club provided services way beyond what we thought it did.

I can’t lie, at first I was a little freaked. I mean, what kind of job even was that, being nothing but a hole for men to fuck? Surely it was illegal?

In short, yeah it was. But the Tom Cat wasn’t really known as a reputable business, even for a rundown night club. Word was it was mafia front (or was it mob?). But despite that I couldn’t get the idea of it out of my mind. When I asked her how much she was making, I was sold. I asked her to put me in touch with her boss.

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Now I was here, secured into a contraption my sorority sister called “the cumdump”. It was a false wall with evenly spaced holes and two knee-high pillars on either side. At first I couldn’t fathom what it was for, but then my… coworkers entered the room and showed me.

I wasn’t sure I was a fan of the whole being completely naked and locked in place thing. I took a few shaky breaths. The straps kept me secure against the padded bench I was laying on and the false wall hugged me snugly around my waist, but neither impeded my breathing. There were walls on either side of me, but I could still hear my neighbors moaning and whining. Distantly, I think I heard one screaming. Over it all was the heavy thump of the bass, the club still raging beyond the back room. Every minute I lay there, gripping the bench with my legs spread wide and nothing to distract me, the beat seemed to invade my head.

I wasn’t sure how long I waited for something to happen. Not too long I think, but long enough that the first brush of a hand against my hip made me yelp. There was a chuckle, then two firm hands gripped my hips, rubbing at the soft skin there. Whoever was behind me spread my ass cheeks, and just the feel of my sticky pussy lips being peeled apart sent a tremor through my tense body.

They didn’t waste any time, and I’m sure any thought of my comfort never entered their head. I could tell they were drunk by the way they kept losing balance and shuffling their feet, breath heavy and uneven. The tip of their cock pressed past my inner labia and into my unstretched hole with one sloppy thrust and I couldn’t help the throaty whine that left me. It almost went unheard over my customer’s loud moan. Another thrust, another moan.

Their cock felt like a fucking battering ram forcing my pussy to stretch around it. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles and ease the tight tension that kept my hands in fists around the edge of the bench. It was hard to breath though, when every too-hard-thrust forced a breathy moan out of my lungs. I was so glad I had the foresight to apply lube.

They stumbled again, pressing a good inch deeper inside my cunt. The angle changed and I heard their body thump against the wall as they likely leaned on it. When they next thrust stars flew across my vision and I moaned as they began to fuck me in earnest. They never pulled too far out, staying deep with short and fast movements. Each time their cock head slammed into my cervix, radiating discomfort and pleasure in equal measures.

The girth of them brought me almost to my breaking point. Their hips slammed into my ass with drunken enthusiasm for my slick hole. Every slide in and out forced my tight tunnel to stretch out more than I was comfortable with and I was (embarrassingly) loud about it, yells and moans leaving me without my choice.

With a gusty sigh I pressed my forehead into the bench and forced my muscles to relax into the rocking motion. As I uncurled my back and let go of the tension in my thighs their cock pressed deeper and deeper into me, rearranging my guts. They grunted and groaned above me, their voice echoing through the wood of the cumdump. As I relaxed I felt breathy moans and whimpers escape my lips, but I was helpless to stop them; my body and brain were solely centered around the cock slamming into my cervix with short, hard movements.

Their humping grew erratic, cock thrusting into me as deeply as possible in short, messy strokes. With a loud moan they gripped my hips and fucked against my cervix for a few short, firework-inducing strokes before cumming inside me.

They let their softening cock sit inside me as they catch their breath, hips still pressed tight to my ass. With the angle the cumpdump forces me into I can feel their thick semen draining into me. Then, with one last moan, they slide out of me with an embarrassingly wet sound. My breath comes shaky and I can feel my thighs trembling even though I didn’t cum. Within moments I’m alone again, waiting.

That wasn’t so bad, in all honesty. Fun, in the way that all sex is fun I supposed. I slowly uncurled my fingers from the edge of the bench. Then I feel hands on my hips and a clothed bulge bumping against my dripping pussy. They ground into me, the cold metal of the zipper pressing past my lower lips and giving me a jolt of arousal. With a sigh I relaxed my thighs and waited to go to work.

Masturbation tip:

Use my mouth.

masturbating is not enough i need to get fucked so hard i can't walk any more

It is 6 am and I just want to be wrapped up under someone and them carving the shape of their cock into my womb

someone please tie me down onto the bed and edge me into oblivion with a vibrator. Whenever I’m close pull it away from my clit and tell me that sluts don’t get to come until you decide, edge me for hours until I’m sobbing and begging to cum. ask me random little questions and when I don’t give an answer slap my puffy clit and tell me I’m never gonna cum if I don’t learn some manners.

Just read your latest free use fic and I loved it!!! I was wondering if you could write another one but this time shes out clubbing to have some good time and some men realise shes a free use? Thank you!

She could barely see anything. Between the dark of the club, the flashing lights blinding her every so often, and the liquor making her vision swim, she was damn near blind on the dance floor. There was just the thumping base and the bodies pressed against her. Arms in the air, she spun around with a twirl, screaming exuberantly. Nobody could hear her over the music and she laughed, swinging her hips from side to side. Too caught up in the moment she stumbled, crashing into someone behind her. Warm hands clasped her forearms to keep her upright and she was sure they shouted something at her, she just couldn’t hear it. So, she laughed again.

Whoever was behind her let go of her arms and slid theirs around her waist, swaying their hips to the music in time with hers. And, although she was pretty wasted, she couldn’t miss the way they were grinding their crotch against her ass. She moaned and then whined as she tried to stifle her noises. They were so quick, one hand already cupping her tit through her shirt, that she could only assume they saw her Free Use Program bracelet. Finally, she thought, I’ve been waiting all night.

She arched her back and reached to grab at their shirt. Their hands slid down to her hips, changing rhythm until they were basically dry humping in public. By now, she could feel the outline of a thick cock pressed against her ass through both their clothes. As the song changed, a faster beat with a thumping base, the person behind her let go for a split second. Just enough time, she knew, to undo their pants. Then hands were reaching up her skirt, hiking up the back until everyone in the club was able to see her ass. (Or they would be able to, if it was possible to see anything right now).

A prickle of confusion managed to break the control the music had over her drunk brain. Surely they weren’t going to fuck her in the middle of a crowd? Then they pulled her panties to the side, leaving her wet pussy bare to the warm air of the club. A cock pressed against her slit and the stranger behind her wrapped one arm around her, trapping her against them. She moaned as they began pressing into her. She eased her hips back, trying the press them into her unstretched hole faster. She just wanted to be fucked already.

Their cock slipped a few times on its way inside her, sliding through her pussy lips and stroking her clit. She couldn’t do anything but moan and try not to fall over in her heels. Finally they managed to press inside, thrusting inside her in short strokes. Each thrust reached deeper and deeper inside her, until her ass was bouncing against their front.

There were so many sensations. Rushing head. Hands massaging her tits. Loud music. Louder crowd. Strangers brushing against the pair of them. A thick cock, rocking inside her. The warm slide of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. She panted and moaned openly, her screams mingling and getting lost in the preoccupied crowd. Still, she couldn’t help but pant and plead as the fat head of their cock beat against her cervix with short thrusts in time with the music.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me- ah! Ah! Deep! Oh!” She panted, squeezing her eyes closed as her partner lost any sense of shame or subtlety. Their warm hand crept up to grab at her throat, pinning her against them cock to shoulder. Her skirt was rumpled around her waist, the sight of their cock filling her pretty pussy available to anyone around them. She devolved into solely high-pitched, breathy ‘yeah’s and ‘oh!’s.

A pressure was building low in her gut, making her eyes squeeze shut as she tried to hold out just a bit longer. They filled her aching hole to the brim, stuffing her and fucking her and turning her into nothing more than a doll bouncing on their cock. Struck stupid from alcohol and sex, she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm overcame her and the sound was buried in the music. What little vision she had left whited out and her thighs trembled as her tunnel tried to milk their rigid cock for it seed. A few more thrusts and the stranger inside her came, their seed splattering against the bud of her cervix. She could feel their semen fill her, dripping down her thighs when her cunt ran out of space for both their cock and cum. Her pussy pulled it in greedily, throbbing as it tried to draw their thick semen towards her vulnerable womb. After a few more moments, they pulled out. A small splattering of cum and slick coated the inside of her thighs, and she crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt promptly.

By the time she turned around the stranger was gone, lost to the crowd. The packed wall of clubbers shifted, and she got squished between two tall bodies. One pair of hands landed on her wrists and another on her hips. She moaned and spread her legs; the night wasn’t over yet.