Wishing for More Free Use Sluts

Cody, twenty-eight, had his boots off on Benedict's rug, phone face-up between them with the story still open. Benedict, thirty-two, sat sprawled in the armchair, thumb drumming the armrest. They'd been best friends for years, and tonight the quiet between them had a pulse. Both had burned through the same Literotica piece that afternoon and neither had thought straight since.

"Wishing for Free Use Sluts," Cody said. The title hung in the apartment like heat. "Read it twice. Those girls just offered themselves. Open mouths, soaked cunts, no negotiation. Used whenever the guys felt like it."

Benedict's laugh came out rough. "I kept seeing it. A girl on her knees between us, grateful we were stuffing her. No schedule. No asking. Just free use."

Magda cleared her throat from the kitchen doorway. Benedict's live-in girlfriend was twenty-four, dark hair twisted up, barefoot in a thin tank and cutoff shorts that clung to the curve of her ass. Talia leaned beside her—Cody's girlfriend, twenty-six, blonde, drowning in one of his old shirts with nothing visible underneath. They had been standing there long enough to hear every word.

"We read it too," Magda said. Her nipples pressed stiff against the cotton. "Last week. Right on that couch. Talia came over and we took turns reading the filthy parts out loud."

Talia's face was flushed, but she didn't look away. "I got so wet I had to stop and finger myself in your bathroom," she told Cody. "Picturing you handing me over. Picturing Benedict using my mouth while you watched. Both of us, eager little free-use sluts, exactly like the girls in that story."

The room went thick. Cody's cock jumped against his zipper. Benedict's knuckles whitened on the chair.

Magda crossed the rug and stopped between them, close enough that Cody could smell warm skin and the faint sweetness of her lotion. "So stop just talking about it," she said. "We've been dripping since we overheard you. If you want sluts who beg to be shared, you've got two standing right here."

Talia followed, thighs brushing, eyes bright. "We want it," she said, plain and hot. "Not a joke. Not a maybe. Use us the way those girls got used. Both of you. Right now."

Cody looked at Benedict. Benedict looked back, already hard, already smiling like a man who'd just been handed the exact thing he'd been aching for. The wanting in the room was mutual, loud, and nobody was pretending otherwise.

"Say it again," Benedict told Magda, voice low.

She dropped her gaze to the bulge in his pants, then to Cody's, and her tongue touched her lip. "I get wet imagining you passing me around. Talia too. Mouths, cunts, whatever you want, whenever you want. Free-use sluts. Yours."

Talia's hand slid under the hem of the borrowed shirt and stayed there, fingers working slow between her own legs while she watched the men's faces change. "Don't make us wait," she said. "Talk dirty like you mean it, then put us to work."

Cody stood. Benedict stood. The space between the four of them shrank to nothing but breath and hard cock and the sound of Magda's shorts being unbuttoned by her own shaking fingers.

"On your knees," Benedict said. "Both of you, if you're serious."

Magda went down first. The carpet rasped her skin. She looked up at the two men side by side, already opening Benedict's belt with one hand and reaching for Cody's zipper with the other. "I'm serious," she said. "Use my mouth. Use hers. Treat us like the sluts in that story. We want every inch."

Talia yanked the shirt over her head and let it fall. Bare tits, stiff nipples, panties already dark at the crotch. She shoved them aside instead of off and sank two fingers into herself with a wet sound that made both men groan. "God, yes. Look at me. I'm fingering my cunt open for you while she sucks you. I want to be passed around. I want you to fuck my throat and then his. I want to be your free-use whore tonight and not have to ask permission for any of it."

Cody's cock sprang free, thick and flushed. Benedict's followed, heavy, already leaking at the tip. Magda wrapped a hand around each and stroked them together, eyes glassy with want.

"Side by side," she breathed. "Just like I pictured."

She leaned in and took Benedict first, lips stretching, tongue flattening, a messy slide that left spit shining on his shaft. Then she turned and swallowed Cody halfway, gagging soft and eager, pulling off with a string of saliva that swung and broke against her chin. Back and forth. One cock, then the other. Her fists pumped what her mouth couldn't reach. Talia watched, fucking herself harder, clit rubbed raw under her thumb, moaning like she was already being used.

"Fuck, she's good," Cody said, hips twitching. "Look at that slut taking both of us."

"She wants more," Benedict said. He fisted Magda's hair, not cruel, just sure, and fed her his cock until her nose brushed his stomach. She moaned around him and nodded, permission clear in the way she opened wider and drooled down her own tits. "Hear that? She likes being a hole."

Talia crawled closer, panties yanked to her knees, fingers still buried. "My turn. Please. Stuff my mouth too. Face-fuck me like I'm nothing but a free-use slut who read that story and got soaked."

Magda pulled off with a gasp, chin slick, and grabbed Talia by the wrist, dragging her in until their shoulders touched and both men's cocks hovered at lip level. "Together," Magda said. "Like we promised ourselves we would if they ever asked."

They asked. They didn't have to ask twice.

Magda and Talia knelt shoulder to shoulder on the rug, mouths open, eyes up, already shining with spit and hunger. Cody and Benedict stepped in close, cocks heavy and flushed, and the women took them without being told which belonged to whom. Magda swallowed Benedict to the root while Talia gagged herself on Cody, then they switched, lips bumping, tongues crossing as they passed the shafts back and forth in a sloppy, eager trade. Spit strung from mouth to mouth to cock. Magda held both shafts together and licked up the seam where they touched, then opened wide and tried to nurse the heads at once, cheeks hollow, drool pouring down her neck. Talia shoved in beside her and they shared, kissing around the swollen tips, sucking, moaning into each other's mouths while the men groaned above them.

"Filthy sluts," Cody said, voice wrecked. He gripped Talia's hair and pushed, slow at first, then harder when she moaned and relaxed her throat. Her eyes watered. She tapped his thigh once, not to stop him, just to brace, and took him deeper, nose crushed to his stomach, throat fluttering around his cock. "That's it. Choke on it. You wanted free use. This is free use."

Benedict did the same to Magda, fucking her face in short, wet thrusts that smeared mascara she hadn't known she was still wearing. She slurped and gagged and pushed forward for more, one hand working Talia's spit-slick thigh, the other cupping Benedict's balls like she was grateful for the weight. They switched again. Cody's cock, shiny with Talia's throat, slid into Magda's mouth and she sucked him clean of the other woman's taste, humming. Benedict fed Talia until spit bubbled at the corners of her lips and ran down to her tits. The women knelt there and took it, passed back and forth, face-fucked until their chins gleamed and their voices came out hoarse and desperate between withdrawals.

"Couch," Benedict said. "Bend them over. I want those cunts."

They went. Magda and Talia scrambled up, panties and shorts kicked aside, and folded themselves over the back of the couch, asses up, cheeks spread by their own hands. Two wet cunts, two tight assholes winking, both women looking back over their shoulders with ruined mouths and bright, begging eyes.

"Fuck us," Talia said. "Hard. Switch whenever you want. We're not going anywhere."

Cody lined up behind Talia and sank in to the hilt in one stroke. She cried out, back arching, cunt gripping him so tight he had to hold still or finish on the spot. Benedict drove into Magda the same way, balls slapping her clit, and she shoved back to meet him, filthy sounds pouring out of her. They fucked in rhythm for a dozen strokes, the couch creaking, then pulled out and switched. Cody's cock, coated in Talia, pushed into Magda's soaked hole and she sobbed with pleasure. Benedict filled Talia and she reached back to spread herself wider, begging him not to be gentle.

They switched again. And again. Doggy-style pounding, alternating, each man claiming each cunt until both women were dripping down their thighs and the air smelled like sex and sweat. Magda's tits swung. Talia's knuckles went white on the cushion. Every time a cock left one and entered the other, the women moaned like they'd been starving for exactly that.

"Coffee table," Cody panted. "On their backs. I want to see their faces while we ruin them."

They hauled the women around. Magda and Talia lay on the low table side by side, shoulders touching, legs spread and hooked, cunts flushed and open and shining. The men stepped between those thighs. Cody sank into Magda. Benedict sank into Talia. Missionary, deep and relentless, the table shifting an inch with every thrust. The women turned their heads and kissed, messy and open-mouthed, tongues tangling while they got pounded. Magda's hand found Talia's clit and rubbed in frantic circles. Talia did the same, fingers slipping through Magda's wetness, both of them rubbing each other while cock stretched them open.

"Harder," Magda gasped against Talia's mouth. "Use me. Use her. Don't stop until you paint us."

"We're your sluts," Talia said, voice breaking as Benedict bottomed out. "Free use. Every hole. Fuck, I'm gonna come—don't you dare pull out until I—oh fuck—"

She came first, cunt clamping, thighs shaking, clit pulsing under Magda's fingers. Magda followed seconds later, crying out into the kiss, hips bucking up to take Cody deeper, slick flooding around his shaft. The men kept fucking them through it, merciless and wanted, until their own control frayed.

"Pull out," Benedict gritted. "On them. Faces and tits. They begged for it."

They did. Cody yanked free of Magda and stroked, Benedict out of Talia, both men looming over the wrecked women on the table. Magda and Talia tilted their faces up, mouths open, hands squeezing their own tits together like offerings.

"Give it to us," Magda begged. "Every drop. Cover your free-use sluts. I want it in my mouth, on my tits, everywhere."

"Shoot on me," Talia moaned. "Please. I want to wear it. I want to taste both of you. Don't waste a single drop, you bastards, give us those loads—"

Cody came first, thick ropes striping Magda's cheek, her tongue, the upper swell of her tits, then spilling across to catch Talia's collarbone. Benedict followed with a groan, heavy spurts painting Talia's lips and chin, then Magda's chest, white streaks crossing where the women still clutched each other. They kept stroking until nothing was left, and the women licked what landed near their mouths and begged for the rest with their eyes and their open, filthy smiles.

They slid off the table eventually, dripping, glowing, and collapsed together on the couch. Cum smeared between their tits as they pressed close. Magda licked a stripe from Talia's jaw and hummed. Talia returned the favor, tongue dragging slow over Magda's nipple, cleaning her in lazy, obscene passes while the men watched, spent and staring.

"Every single day," Magda said, voice hoarse, still licking. "From now on. Whenever you want a hole, you take it. No asking. We're living in that story."

Talia swallowed what she'd gathered and smiled, wicked and wrecked. "Next time you can bend us over the kitchen counter before we even say hello. We'll be wet and waiting, your personal free-use sluts, ready to get face-fucked and bred with cum the second you walk in."

Magda spread her thighs, cunt still fluttering, and dragged Talia's sticky fingers through the mess on her tits before pushing them down to her clit. "Start planning it now," she told the men, "because these sluts are already aching to get used again—shove those cocks back in our filthy mouths and make us swallow whatever's left."