*Hi all, this is my first attempt at writing for a while, very keen for feedback! It’s a bit of an attempt to explore a way a freeuse society might actually work.*
10th July, 2063.
Boston, Massachusetts, Incorporated States of America.
Joe was woken up by the movement next to him. He was lying in his bed, and the faint early morning sunlight was just starting to peak around the curtains. He looked down sleepily to see his current girl moving herself into position, on her hands and knees over his legs. He closed his eyes again and relaxed as he felt her take his cock in her hand, and the soft warmth of her tongue as she started licking up the length of his shaft. This was his favourite kind of alarm clock, the best way to be woken each morning.
He had her well trained by now to pleasure him the way he liked it: once he was fully hard, she began to work the head of his dick in her mouth, massaging the underside with her tongue, lips sealed tight around it with gentle suction. She was in her early twenties, a big girl (fat if he was honest with himself), pale skin with wavy golden hair. Her face was cute enough, in a chubby sort of way, rosy cheeks and plump lips. Her large breasts hung like udders beneath her, large areolas brushing against his thighs as she began to pick up the pace, bobbing her head faster and faster, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth.
She paused briefly, stroking him with her right hand while paying some attention to his balls, sucking first one, then the other. She looked up at him questioningly, and when Joe nodded, she returned to the main task. Soon she was taking at least half of his 9’’ cock into her mouth with each stroke, still with her lips wrapped tight around the shaft. A faint gluck gluck noise came with each stroke as he hit the back of her throat . Joe began to thrust slightly with his hips to meet her, and in response she pushed her head down towards him. She had definitely improved on this he reflected, the first time he had fucked her throat she had spewed all over him, now she was beginning to deepthroat him with relative ease.
He felt the warm thrill of an orgasm starting to build. She sensed it too and, as he liked it, sank the full length of his cock down her throat. She gagged partially, letting out a muffled grunt, but kept him down, though a small trickle of slime escaped from the corner of her mouth. The feeling of her neck muscles spasming along the length of his shaft was enough, and Joe came, firing spurt after spurt of semen down her throat.
When he was spent he pulled himself free and wiped his dick clean on her hair.
“Good girl” he said as he got up. In response she lay down on her front and starting vigorously rubbing her cunt. He liked to reinforce good performance, and to condition his girls to associate pleasing him with reward. He slapped her large backside firmly as he walked past towards the bathroom, enjoying the way it rippled. The SLA bracelets around her ankle and his wrist beeped and their green lights flashed once, indicating the recognition of the encounter.
A perfect blowjob to start the day with, he thought to himself, which unfortunately meant it was probably time for a change. Perfection has the drawback of being rather dull and predictable, and for Joe variety was the spice of life.
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He put the news on as he stepped into the shower. It was a feature on the upcoming celebrations for the 30 year anniversary of the Sexual Liberation Act. Joe chuckled to himself, 30 year indeed, it felt like yesterday. He had been 14 when it happened. Rocked by wave after wave of economic crises, food and power shortages, political turmoil and social unrest, Western civilisation was on the verge of collapse. Ironically this turbulent time had created an environment that allowed a bizarre union of the libertarian left of society (seeking freedom from the status quo), and the religious right, and so the Sexual Liberation movement was born. Depending on your view the purpose was either to free everyone from the shackles of traditional monogamous values, or to re-establish the role of women as sexually subservient to men. Facilitated by scientific advances, such as in birth control and the eradication of nearly all sexually transmitted diseases, the movement rapidly overwhelmed the existing political structures in America, and in 2033 the Sexual Liberation Act was passed, changing the face of American history for ever.
The traditional economy had become completely dysfunctional that even those who were not converts to Sexual Liberation welcomed the new order. The financial system was essentially divided into two currencies: the dollar (used for food, power, traditional commodities), and the SLA Credit (used for purchasing sexual interactions). Every man receives a basic allowance daily, and then more based on his work, social status and so forth. These can be spent to fuck any woman whenever, wherever and however he pleases, and the SLA bracelets that everybody wears register the transaction. The value of the woman is a calculated by a rather complex algorithm, but essentially comes down to an aggregate score of the value of the men who choose to fuck her – hence usually a more attractive or desirable woman becomes more costly.
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Joe stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a towel. He went back into his bedroom and dressed for the day, putting on a dark suit, well-tailored and subtly expensive. He strolled through to the kitchen, where the current girl was preparing him breakfast. She was frying bacon and eggs for him, wearing only an apron to protect herself from the fizzling fat. This was the most clothing he had allowed her to wear since she had come to his house 6 weeks ago (apart from occasional lingerie when the mood took him that way). As she bent over to get the salt out from the cupboard, her butt-plug peaked out from between the curve of her generous cheeks.
His friends and family were always perplexed by his choice in girls. He was one of the local execs on the board of East Coast Hydro – the water supplying arm of the major regional megacorporation, and therefore a powerful man with significant influence and resources. Most of his peers tended to have radiantly beautiful women, models with flowing blonde hair, perfect thighs and large augmented breasts. They were nice enough Joe supposed, and from time to time he did try one, but they were so vapid and dull that he got bored with them quickly.
Joe liked to shock people by not conforming to traditional tastes. Hence the current fat girl. She had been so pathetically grateful when he picked her up, having spotted her out shopping, and brought her home. Unsurprising given that her SLA value was low, less than a quarter of the minimum daily allocation, meaning that essentially anyone could take a mind to fuck her whenever they chose. She had stayed grateful when he broke her in, making her wear a pig’s snout and oink, and then squeal as he plunged his cock balls deep in her ass.
Joe had had all sorts of girls to whet his appetites. Recently he had found an emaciated junkie out on the streets, and after a quick trip to his private clinic to get her screened and cleared of disease, he kept her for a while. Joe generally didn’t go in for body augmentation too much, he like to keep things tasteful: but he did have implants to give some additional control over his cock. Mainly he just used these to allow him to get hard on demand, and cum as often as he wanted, however he had then had them altered to release small doses of synthetic opioid into his semen with each ejaculation. The junkie girl had quickly become dependent, and each day when he returned from work she would throw herself at him to get her fix. Joe smiled at the thought of that thin body straining desperately against him with wild abandon.
Before that he had picked up a girl from a Women’s Liberation rally at the local university. The counter movements opposing the SLA were small but persistent. She had been a petite brunette with a fiery spirit who had absolutely hated being fucked by anyone, but especially him – a powerful establishment figure. He had enjoyed breaking down by fucking her repeatedly until she was a pliable and submissive little whore.
The current girl put the plate down in front of him, breaking him from his reverie. It was a shame, Joe thought, she did cook better than most girls, but she had got boring. Also he’d fucked her enough now that her value had risen significantly. It was still miniscule in comparison to what he could afford, but it was the principle of the thing. Joe had not become as wealthy as he was by fucking over-priced sluts. He decided that he would find a new girl to replace her by the end of the week.
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Joe stepped out of his front door, enjoying the warmth of the early summer sun on his face. It was a picture-postcard kind of day: birds were singing in the trees, the houses along the road were neatly lined up behind their manicured lawns and white picket fences. True old-timey American suburbia.
“Ah, good morning Joe!” came the voice of his neighbour, Jeff. The rather overweight man was waving at him, then came wobbling down the garden path towards him. He had a concerned expression on his face, and Joe realised he wasn’t going to escape without talking to him. Joe guessed he had probably been standing by the door waiting so he could engineer this ‘chance’ encounter.
“Good morning to you Jeff!” said Joe with forced cheerfulness.
“Marge and I had been hoping to catch you!” wheezed Jeff, gesturing over his shoulder towards his house. Joe noticed the large sweat patches under his armpits with the movement. Joe waved at Marge who was standing inside by the window looking down at the two of them. She was a tall matronly type woman, attractive in a square-jawed sort of way, with dark auburn hair. She had always been a bit cold with Joe, ever since the time shortly after he had moved in next door and they invited him over for dinner. He had finished off after dessert by scooping her large breasts out of her evening dress then bending her over the table and fucking her hard. Jeff had been remarkably gracious about cleaning up afterwards, licking Joe’s cum out of her gaping asshole and cunt.
“It’s about Faye” continued Jeff, “We’re a bit worried about her”.
Ahah thought Joe, that was it. He had always had a soft spot for Faye, the couples 19 year old daughter. She was a stunning redhead, tall, slender with milky pale skin and large firm tits. He’d always wondered how two people as beige as Jeff and Marge had managed to produce such a radiant creature.
In such a highly sexualised society, children clearly need to be carefully protected, and as such any sexual interaction with underage individuals is punished without mercy – usually by death sentence, sometimes by castration or enforced feminisation. Another advantage of the SLA bracelets is that they immediately identified such individuals.
However as soon as a person turns 18 they become legally an adult, their full SLA rights come into force. Usually with a certain amount of ceremony, the father will be the first to take his daughter, both as a reward for his contributions to raising her, and also in wealthier family’s to give her an instant boost in value, to reduce the chances that she gets gangbanged by the first bunch of drunks she meets in the street. Jeff had quickly invited Joe around the day Faye turned 18 so he could also have his turn after Jeff was finished, to boost her further. Joe could still remember the sweet taste of her young lips and pussy. Despite Jeff having taken her virginity, his limp little pecker had barely stretched her, so she had still been deliciously tight as he penetrated her. Joe had also been the first to fuck her delightful little asshole, as her father watched, and given her her first orgasm while doing it.
“I’m worried about this boy she’s been seeing, she might be about to make a bad decision” Jeff went on nervously. “He’s not a bad kid, but he’s not good enough for her, he’s got no prospects you know?”
“hmm”, Joe nodded in understanding, “I know what you mean, but what do you want me to do about it?”
“Well, could you talk to her, I think she’d listen to you!” Jeff said earnestly, “She needs to go into the city library today a university project, could you give her a lift down and talk to her?”
“Sure” shrugged Joe, “no problem!”
“Aw thanks man, I really appreciate it! Hey Faye, come out here, Joe’s giving you a lift in!” he called out back to the house.
A few minutes later Faye emerged. She was wearing a yellow sun-dress low cut to show her generous cleavage. She had clearly been enjoying the good weather, and a fine sprinkling of freckles covered the bridge of her nose and her chest. She bounced cheerfully down the path towards them and flashed a dazzling smile to Joe
“Thanks Mr Davidson!” she giggled, and gave her dad a quick peck on the cheek as passed him.
He returned a light playful spank on her ass “You two have fun!”
“I’m sure we will” grinned Joe, holding the passenger door of his black sportscar open for her.
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5 minutes later they were driving northwards towards the city centre, leaving the leafy suburbs behind. Boston itself had grown massively since Joe was a boy, and ever since what happened in New York, was it was one of the main cities on left on the Eastern coast. Sometimes he barely recognised the cityscape with its new massive superscrapers looming over the bay.
He turned the aircon up slightly, then let his hand come to rest down on Faye’s bare thigh. Her skin was soft, and warm.
“So” he began, “tell me about this boy then”
Faye rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, “ugh, I guess Daddy put you up to this did he?”
“Well, he’s just worried about you I guess” Joe replied.
Faye pouted prettily, looking out of the window “Well he shouldn’t be…”.
Early in the transition into the SLA lifestyle, there had been a recognition that as a nod to tradition some allowances should be made to people who wanted to form a long term (relatively) monogamous partnership. Especially for men who were already married, it was felt unfair that they should have to commit a significant proportion of their income to fucking someone they used to have for free. Therefore marriages and civil partnerships were allowed to continue – when a couple entered one, woman became much cheaper for the man to have, but more expensive for everyone else.
They weren’t particularly common arrangements for people Joe’s age, who had experienced both the times before and after the SLA came into force. Indeed they were often seen as somewhat perverse and unhealthy relationships, especially when the man literally never fucked anyone else apart from his wife. However in the younger generations, those who had been born after the SLA and did not know any other way of life, it was having a bit of a resurgence. Joe guessed they Gen-Sexers saw it a romantic.
“He’s a boy I met while I was doing a uni project over in Billerica” Faye went on eventually. This was starting to fill in the blanks for Joe – the Billerica projects had been developed over the last decade to house mainly environmental refugees from the Midwest, where widespread desertification had made large swathes of the country uninhabitable.
“His name is Rex, and he’s just so lovely! I know dad’s worried that he’s not wealthy, but he’s working really hard in this garage…” Her voice trailed off. Joe made some sympathetic noises, gently massaging the inside of her thigh while keeping the other hand on the wheel.
“It’s just so hard you know, he has to save up all his credits for the week just to fuck me once!” she pouted, “and if we were paired he could do it all the time!”
This was the danger zone for high value girls though, thought Joe. Yes, if the two were paired, Faye would become more expensive for other men than she currently was, however if she was being regularly used by this Rex kid, he would quickly drag her value down again, and she would be soon be affordable for any low-life bum in Billerica to use and abuse. He could see why Jeff was worried.
He tried to gently voice this concern to Faye, but she shrugged it off effortlessly. “But he’s going to be making more soon, so that won’t be a problem! And I just love him so much!”
She had a touching naivety, both about love, and about social mobility. This was going to be harder than he’d expected. Joe decided he would have to work out a longer term plan, one quick conversation wasn’t going to do it here.
Faye changed the topic, and starting chatting lightly about her university courses, her girlfriends and their dramas. They pulled up outside the central, still housed inside its antique façade, like an Italian palazzo, though now strangely dwarfed by the skyscrapers that towered over it.
“Thanks so much Mr D!” cooed Faye, before giving him a slightly questioning look.
Joe smiled back and reached down to unzip his trousers and pull them down, letting his erect cock spring free. Faye gave him a knowing smile. She was a good girl, and fully knew what the expectations on her were. Joe knew this must be the routine of the attractive woman’s life.
He slid his seat back and reclined it a bit to give them more room, as Faye swung her bare leg over him a straddled him, pulling up the hem of her sun-dress around her waist to reveal her pussy, lips already glistening. Of course she hadn’t bothered to put on underwear, that would have been a waste of time.
Her labia were slightly prominent, the kind that fit nice and tightly round a shaft. She was mainly shaved, but had left a little heart-shaped patch of ginger fuzz just above her slit. Joe guessed she liked to show she was a natural redhead. She guided the throbbing head of his cock with one hand, and sank down impaling herself on it with a satisfied sigh.
“Ahhhh, no one fills me like you do Mr D!” She moaned. Joe guessed she said this to all the men, but it was still nice to hear. He slid his left hand up the outside of her thigh to cup her firm ass cheek, while his right pulled down the front of her dress so her tits spilled out the front. They were deliciously rounded and firm with puffy pink nipples standing proudly outwards from the tips. He cupped one as she began to ride him, hips moving rhythmically, grinding the full length of his dick into her warm moist cunt.
She had her arms around his shoulders, and Joe pulled her closer to kiss her intensely, exploring her tongue and mouth with his. Then when she pulled away for breath, he guided her tit to his mouth and sucked on that gorgeous nipple, making her gasp. A passerby on the street peered in through the window admiringly.
Faye began to pick up the pace, using her legs more to bounce up and down on his lap. Joe started thrusting up to meet her with each stroke as she came down, driving his rigid cock into her ravenous pussy. He felt her breathing quicken and become more ragged, her pelvis starting to buck and grind against him with each stroke. Her orgasm began building in her, starting with a quivering of her thigh, and working up into her chest. Sometimes Joe would have enjoyed denying a woman at this stage, but Faye’s unrestrained sexuality in this moment was a work of art, so he restrained himself and sat back to watch her lose herself in the ecstasy Her moans became a half cry as she climaxed, convulsing on his cock. He felt the muscles in her cunt spasm around his cock, and then she sank down on to him, a fine film of sweat on her back.
“mmmhhh” she sighed contentedly, “That was nice…”
Joe let her rest for a second, then patted her gently on the thigh. “Get up” he said, opening the car door and gesturing for her to get out. She gave him a slightly reproachful look, but obeyed immediately. She rolled off him and got out of the car, standing on the pavement expectantly. Joe’s cock was glistening from her juices. That would do for lube. He followed her out and gestured for her to bend over the hood of the car. He gently kicked her legs apart and flipped her dress up again to expose her ass, perfectly shaped and firm, with its pale skin bright in the summer sun. He pulled her cheeks apart with one hand to expose her pretty little rosette of an asshole, winking up at him, and with the other guided the head of his rigid prick towards it. It yielded to his gentle but unrelenting pressure. The sensation of breaking through her tight sphincter was sheer perfection. Joe put his hands on her hips and ruthlessly worked his 9’’ cock forwards into her bowels. Faye wimpered slightly as advanced until he was fully embedded in her ass, balls resting gently against her pussy lips. Joe heard her trying to breath deeply and control herself, willing her body to relax as he withdrew half the length of his shaft before driving it forward again. He didn’t want her to relax, he wanted her ass as tight as possible as he violated it.
He spanked her ass hard, making her yelp and leaving a red hand print on her pale skin. He noticed her hand a sneaked underneath her and she was desperately rubbing her clit with it. The little tart was definitely enjoying herself.
“Please fuck me harder” Faye moaned, “I’m your little anal whore Mr D!”
She was lying over the hood of his car, her breasts pressed down on it. Joe sped up, ramming himself into her tight hole, his legs slapping against her asscheeks as he plowed her. He grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled it forcefully backwards, making her arch her back up towards him. He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. On her face or in her guts he wondered? He decided on the latter, her tight little butthole was too satisfying to leave.
He released her hair and grabbed roughly grabbed the soft flesh of her flanks, firing off three massive thrusts into her as he came. Spurts of hot cum flooded into her bowels as he was overcome with ecstasy. He held still for half a minute, enjoying the moment, and the feeling of her anus contracting around him before he withdrew. Her asshole gaped for a few seconds, a trickle of cum leaking out from it, before it tightened again. She turned around wincing slightly, then like the good girl she was, sank to her knees and took his softening cock in her mouth, sucking it clean. Their SLA bracelets beeped and flashed.
“Thank you for that Faye, I hope you have a nice day, and I’m sure I’ll see you soon” said Joe
“No, thank YOU, Mr D!” laughed Faye, picking herself up and grabbing her work bag out of the car.
Joe sat down at the driver’s seat and watched as she bounced towards the library main entrance, a slight damp patch forming on the back of her dress from where she was leaking, and a glistening line running down the inside of her thigh. He wondered idly how many times she would get fucked today, probably quite a few given the male heads turning to follow her as she walked in through the doors.
He put his car in gear and pulled out into the road, heading towards work.
*Hope you enjoyed, may continue if people like it!*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qrs6ie/the_sexual_liberation_act_freeuse
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