Free Use Fantasy (part 3) [FM]

I cannot even begin to describe how well this week has gone so far. Putting myself out there for “free use” has been the single best sexual idea I’ve ever had. I’m almost constantly wet just thinking about how I’ve been fucked, and the thoughts of how I might yet be fucked before the week is done. Fuck. Me. Please!

Midway through the week, I decided to simplify the process. Yes, “free use” can be simplified more than I already had it. I mean, yeah, I have a roommate that’s out of town, and unlocked door, my address given to several hot guys in Tinder, and a wet pussy, ready and waiting for a nice, hard dick to go in it. Or my ass, or my mouth… dealer’s choice, really. I’m ready for any of it.

Anyway, back to the simplification. I decided to take out what little effort there was left, and took to wearing a generously short skirt and NOT wearing any panties. For the top, I either went with a cut off t-shirt that barely covered my tits (unless I raised my arms, then the shirt might as well not even be there) because, let’s face it, the sight of hard nipples through the fabric is hot as FUCK. Or a bikini top, or no top at all. I want the point to be absolutely clear when someone shows up: get your dick hard, pick a hole, and put it in.

Today, I was doing the dishes. I was wearing the skimpy cut off t-shirt, a super-cute yellow skirt that my toned ass cheeks could be seen out the bottom, and just for some flair, my favorite 5-inch stiletto heels. They’re a bit of a pain to just wear around the apartment, but they do make my legs and ass look great, AND they have the added benefit of bringing my hips right up to the perfect “bend me over and fuck me” height.

I had just started on the dishes. I hate doing them, but it is a necessity, and with no dishwasher, it’s a manual process. I had just filled the sink with hot, soapy water and started getting the first few washed when I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. I let out a shocked gasp, but recovered quickly. I hadn’t even heard them come in over the sound of the running water. His firm grasp slid up and down my sides, and I dropped the sponge and leaned back into him, wrapping my arms over his head and around his neck.

He firmly grabbed my breasts and bit my ear lobe, then kissed my neck as he pinched a nipple with one hand and slowly slid the other down my stomach, and started rubbing my clit through my skirt. That wet spot wasn’t from the dishwater, I can promise you that. Then he put my arms back in front of me and said “Don’t stop doing those dishes. They need to get clean.”

I leaned forward over the sink and stared scrubbing. He got on his knees behind me and started licking my pussy, one finger rubbing my clit as he slipped his tongue in and out of me. Then he spread my ass cheeks apart and gave a quick few firm licks around my ass hole. I moaned and dropped the sponge. He stood up, reached around me and put the sponge in my hand, and moving a plate into my other hand, said “wash them,” as he was sliding his rock hard cock into me. “I’ve been thinking about your tight little pussy since the shower,” he said as he pulled out and started teasing me with his tip.

“I thought that dick felt familiar,” I said, leaning over farther, putting my elbows on the counter to give him easier access. He playfully grabbed a handful of hair and stood me back up, and pulled my hips back, sliding me over his dick. Washing dishes is difficult when you’re getting a good, hard fucking from behind. In heels, no less.

He directed my hands back to the dishes, and reached around me, fingering my clit as we fucked. He was making switches this time. He’d thrust into my pussy, and pull out and push into my ass, then back to my pussy. God, the change with each thrust sent shockwaves through my whole body. I dropped a plate in the empty side of the sink and it broke. I didn’t care. I can buy a new plate, but I can’t buy a fuck this good.

He bent me all the way over. My tits dangling over and dipping into the dishwater with every thrust. I was moaning so loud that I thought the neighbors might call the police. I almost hope they’ll call. Or come down to check on me. I wouldn’t care if we had an audience or people that wanted to join in. I welcome it.

I could tell he was ready to cum. His cock was throbbing inside of my pussy. I reached back and pulled it out, directing him to my ass. With no argument, he kept fucking me. I was cumming and screaming “FUCK ME” at the top of my lungs as I felt him cum inside of my ass. He grabbed my hips and pulled me in, keeping himself as deep as his cock could go until he was done pulsing and twitching.

He pulled out, and as his pants zipped I heard him say “Sorry about the plate,” then he left. I’ll do the dishes every day if I could have it like this. I still didn’t get a good look at my “Shower Guy,” but I was kind of turned on by that. I hope he cums again.

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