Free use for an ex boyfriend
My ex-boyfriend and I stayed on good terms after we broke up, and I agreed to be his free-use slut. Whenever he texted or called, I would show up and let him fuck me however he wanted. No questions, no limits.
One night he told me to come over to his place. I showed up wearing a tiny black skirt that barely covered my ass, a tight crop top with no bra, and nothing underneath. My makeup was heavy—smoky eyes and glossy lips—exactly how he likes it when he wants me to look like a total slut.
Three of his friends were already there, sitting in the living room drinking beers and playing video games. As soon as I walked in, my ex grabbed me by the waist, pulled me onto his lap, and shoved his hand up my skirt. He laughed and told them, “Watch this. She’s always ready for me.”
He bent me over the couch right in front of them. I spread my legs without being told. He flipped my skirt up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to all of them. Then he pulled his cock out and pushed into me in one hard thrust. I was already wet. He fucked me fast and deep while his friends watched the whole thing. They kept talking and laughing, commenting on how my tits were bouncing and how loud I was moaning.
He didn’t bother pulling out. He just gripped my hips tighter and came inside me. When he finished, he slapped my ass and told me to stay bent over so they could see his cum dripping down my thighs. I stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing hard, letting them look.
Later he used me again in the same room while they were still there. I spent most of the night as his free-use toy—skirt around my waist, top pulled up, getting fucked whenever he felt like it.