[MF][Free-use] FUCR

“Fuck her?”, I say, slightly confused “I can’t find it in the app store”.

“You spell it F U C R”, Becca replies.

“I’m not so sure about this, it sounds like a scam”.

“Trust me, the money is good and you’ll have fun”, Becca takes takes another sip of her coffee. “You need the money right?”

“Free Use Central Register?”.

“That’s the one”.

“The rules on this are massive, is there anything I should know?” I ask as I scroll through a massive terms and conditions page.

“The only important thing is that you do whatever they want, if you get too many complaints then you are banned”.

“Wait, anything?”, I stop scrolling on my phone and look up.

“Anything!”, Becca replies with a serious look on her face.

After I put in my name and date of birth, the app collects my personal details from around the web. Every post, purchase or page view I’ve made in the last decade is taken into consideration. I’m presented with a number on the screen. It’s less than I hoped but more than I can refuse. Running the numbers in my head, it’s only slightly more than my monthly expenses.

“Ok, I’m registered”, I say as I hit accept with some doubt.

“Don’t worry, you’ll love it!”, Becca stares into my eyes laughs nervously.

​

The first two days pass by uneventfully. After every twenty four hours a sum of money is deposited in my bank. It feels so easy that I’m suspicious.

On the third day I get a message.

“Customer incoming, satisfy or risk termination”.

I’m taken aback, I had forgotten about the app. Luckily it’s pretty late, 1:20am according to my laptop, the library is almost empty. I look around with suspicion, would I have to satisfy one of the dozen people scattered around this room? I’ve heard rumours of how hook-ups through this app went down, should I find a more private place?

After about fifteen minutes of panic and no action, my mind settles slightly. It was probably a false alert. I get back to studying.

Thirty minutes later I’m fully absent-mindedly clicking through wikipedia pages when a hand grabs my shoulder. I let out a small gasp of surprise.

A voice whispers softly to me, “stay quiet, we’re in a library, keep studying”.

Becca’s words echo in my ears, “do whatever they want”. I don’t want to fail on my first assignment so I keep my eyes on my screen.

The mysterious stranger strokes the side of my face. His fingers feel rough against my smooth skin. Not wanting to disappoint, I attempt to keep studying. Formulae for fluid dynamics fill my screen. It dawns on me that I’m getting aroused by the absurdity of the situation.

The hand leaves my face and grabs my shoulder. I feel him force me forwards. The intent is clear, I push my laptop forward as I lie down on my belly on the desk with my butt in the air. For the past few days I had been wearing short skirts in anticipation, today it was a black and white tartan one. I feel a hand reach underneath, fingers blindly grope around over my underwear.

His fingers begin to focus, one finding my clit, others running down my slit through the fabric.

I feel him lean over me, “wow, you’re getting into this”, he whispers with a small laugh.

I let out a small involuntary moan of pleasure but he quickly follows with a sharp “shh”.

I close my eyes as I get more and more into the stroking. I hear a zipper but it doesn’t register in my head. His hand leaves my pussy and instead pulls my underwear to the side.

Without warning he slams his dick into me. I let out a scream, half of pain, half of pleasure. A hand grabs my mouth to stifle the sound. I can smell myself on the fingers grasping my face.

Wet slaps fill the silence as he fucks me from behind. I hope the library is empty now, but I start to hear whispers. I remember my orders, and I try to focus on my laptop’s screen. There’s something about Euler but it’s impossible to focus. With every thrust I get more into it. With every thrust, shivers run through my body.

I grasp at the edge of the desk to stabilize myself, I’m approaching climax. As if our bodies are orgasmically entwined, we come together. Exhausted, I lay down on the desk as he pulls out. I can feel something slowly run out of my vagina, a mixture of us both. I lie down on my front for longer than I should, just absorbing the after sex contentment, completely forgetting that I’m in a public place.

After a short rest, I feel something rubbing against my pussy. Did he leave? Is he back again? How long does my contract extend? Not wanting to invalidate my contract I stay looking forward. Slowly the rubbing turns into penetration. This dick feels different from before as it slowly enters me. Still unsure of the terms of my employment I stay still and let it happen. The excitement of my first encounter is gone but this is still pleasant.

“Ugh, yeah, take it”, I hear a different voice from behind, this has to be a different person.

Within a couple of minutes I feel more cum shoot into me and a dick come out of me. It’s a shame, I was beginning to get back into it. However, as soon as the pressure is relieved, I feel someone else pressing into me. This dick feels different again, bigger than the last but smaller than the first. I feel his hand on my back, pressing me down as he fucks me. The feeling of him being in control excites me, my entire body starts to tingle. He fucks me harder and harder and for the second time tonight I cum together with a man I’ve never seen.

I wait for a couple minutes again, lying on the desk, recollecting my thoughts. Eventually I get my thoughts together, sit down and check my phone.

“One customer satisfied. Receive a 10% bonus for future encounters by recruiting a friend”

Wait a minute… one customer?

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