The Freeuse Proposal

Chapter 1

“Red or green?”

The woman who introduced herself as Bianca when I entered the mansion raises her eyebrow and looks down at two baskets of ribbons—one with green ribbons, and the other with red.

Without hesitating, I say, “Green, please.”

It’s a freeuse Halloween party and green means I’m open to anything tonight, including anal—the red, no anal. Go big, or go home, right?

The scent of Bianca’s flowery perfume wafts towards me as she smiles, and my body tingles as she ties the ribbon around my wrist. I’m wet and ready for whatever experience awaits me.

My mind wanders, imagining having sex with a stranger, as I hand over my phone and purse. Bianca stows them in the row of small lockers behind her. The metal door clangs shut as she turns back to me. “You’re number 91. I’ll be here when you’re ready to collect your stuff.”

I adjust the tiny skirt of my slutty Queen of Hearts costume and the bustier top.

My damn tits keep almost popping out. I don’t know if anyone will actually recognize what I’m supposed to be since I look nothing like the Queen of Hearts from any version of Alice in Wonderland that I know of, but my red and black checkered outfit and golden crown is enough to satisfy me.

I also get a kick out of not coming dressed as a slutty Alice, since my name is Alice.

Not that what I’m wearing matters—I’m here to get used. A green ribbon makes it perfectly clear. I just need a rough pounding tonight, and I want all my holes stuffed.

Bianca calls out, “Have fun!” as I head down the hallway past her.

Somewhere in the mansion is Willow—my best friend.

She arrived before me because the ride share car taking me to the party got into a fender bender.

No one was hurt, luckily, but I had to wait to give a statement to the insurance company over the phone about what happened.

Once we got everything settled, another ride share car came to pick me up.

Willow’s been here for at least an hour and I bet she’s ten cocks in by now. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

I barely make it into the living room before a guy wearing a wolf mask walks up to me and grabs me around the waist. “The perfect slut, I want you.” His voice is husky and full of promise.

I grin at the tall stranger, thrilled someone already wants me. I hope he doesn’t disappoint. This is the first freeuse party of Cherry’s that I’ve attended, and from what I’ve heard, they’re supposed to be epic.

Plus, I just want to be mindlessly fucked and forget about my troubles. I have to move out of my apartment right before Thanksgiving with no money saved to pay a deposit on a new place. After I suck on a few cocks and maybe get a couple of orgasms, I can forget my life problems.

My wolf man guides me over to the back of the couch. Two men are seated on it while being straddled and fucked by a pair of women wearing nurse costumes. The women both have brown hair styled the same and similar builds, so I’m guessing the matching outfits were deliberate.

The scent of sex fills the air as the wolf bends me over the back of the couch. I grip the side, practically leaning over one guy. When the wolf lifts my skirt up, he discovers that I’m not wearing any panties. His fingers prod into my pussy as if he’s testing to see if the oven is warmed up.

He doesn’t need to worry…it is.

The nurse bouncing on the lap of the guy in front of me tips my chin up and kisses me deeply. Wow wait, I can be used by women? Do I want this?

While our tongues dance together, a gentle heat in my core lets me know that I’m definitely okay with making out with the nurse. She tastes like coffee, and I moan into her mouth as the wolf slams his cock into me. This is going to be an amazing party.

The wolf grunts with each thrust, and my tits spill out from the top of my revealing outfit.

The other nurse lifts my breasts and bends down to suck on my nipple while the first continues to kiss me.

I’ve never kissed a woman, let alone messed with two women, and the feeling is extraordinary.

I’m not interested in women under normal circumstances, but I’m ready to embrace all the pleasure tonight.

Suddenly, I realize I’m in the middle of an orgy. How did this happen? I’ve barely been here five minutes and I’ve got two women’s mouths on me and some guy fucking me. I came here thinking I’d be a whore, but this surpasses even my wildest expectations.

The woman kissing me is pulled away and squeals as the guy she’s fucking takes control and forces her onto her knees on the floor.

The other woman still twirls her tongue around my nipple, and the suction at my breast makes my clit pulse as the wolf drills into me at a steady pace.

I can already feel an orgasm building, and I close my eyes, welcoming the bliss.

Only it doesn’t happen.

The wolf groans and blows his load, and when he pulls out, I realize he had a condom on. He slaps my ass and lowers my skirt, and the nurse stops sucking on my breast to concentrate on the guy she’s riding.

Disappointment fills me as my wolf strides across the room to find more prey, and I shakily rise to a standing position.

Leaning against a wall, I try to catch my breath.

Shit, I actually wanted the guy to not be wearing a condom.

I want to be so full of cum tonight, it’s dripping out of me on the car ride home.

Yep, I’m a slut.

My frustration vanishes when I lock eyes with an attractive older gentleman sitting in an armchair across the room.

He’s dressed as a pirate with a patch over one eye, and his salt and pepper hair glimmers in the light.

He’s studying me with an unreadable expression on his face, but even from this distance, I can see the bulge in his pants.

I think someone enjoyed watching me with the nurses and the wolf even if his face doesn’t show it.

My lips are still moist and puffy from the kissing, and my clit throbs. I want that pirate to fuck me next. He might be older, but they say older men know how to please a woman, right? He looks like he won’t leave me without giving me an orgasm.

My breasts are still exposed from my costume, but I ignore the fact as I saunter towards the pirate. For some reason, I’m desperate to be the focus of his attention.

He remains seated but watches me the entire time. The lines around his mouth deepen as if he’s holding in a smile. When I stop in front of him, he tugs me onto his lap, so I’m sitting across him with my legs hanging off the side of the chair.

I giggle as he fondles one of my breasts. His rough, yet strong, touch sends delight through my body while he toys with my nipple. His intense gaze mesmerizes me, and I look into his warm hazel eye. The eye patch makes him look even more dashingly handsome.

When he speaks, the combination of his Scottish accent and speaking like a pirate thrills me. “Hi there, lassie. What’s your name?”

Yep, I could listen to him talk all day. I snuggle closer against his chest. “I’m Alice.”

He runs a hand through my blonde hair affectionately. “Alice, eh? It suits you well. You seem rather lost, Alice.”

Noting that he’s staying in character and using his ‘pirate’ voice, I feel like a little slutty misfit despite being dressed as a murderous queen. “Yes, I am indeed lost. Could you give me a ride, Captain?”

The words sound flirty in my head, but when they come out of my mouth, they sound dumber than I intended. I should stay away from flirting. I’m much better at being direct and just telling someone to fuck me.

But my awkwardness doesn’t stop him from kissing me, and as his mouth brushes against mine, his free hand slides up my skirt. Mmmm, this is great. I spread my legs eagerly, and he heads straight for my wet pussy.

“It’s all right, lass. I’m going to give you a ride on my ship,” he says with a grin.

I’m self-conscious since everyone around us can hear, but I get over it as he slips his finger inside me. The immediate zing of pleasure makes me moan. Oh wow, that’s nice.

“I’d like that,” I purr in my sexiest voice and snuggle deeper against his chest, burying my face into the rough fabric of his shirt. He smells like oranges, and I like the scent too much to wonder why. I breathe deeply and relax.

The sounds of fucking and laughter from the party around us fade into the background, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment. As his fingers continue to tease me, I can feel my body growing more sensitive, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.

I close my eyes and listen to the party noises around us as his fingers slide in and out of me. His thumb circles my clit, and I moan softly as I surrender to the moment.

All thoughts melt away, and I focus on the sensations as I rock against him, sliding up and down, creating a delicious friction against my clit.

All I think about is the magic his nimble fingers are creating as delicate swirls of euphoria ripple through me.

I want him to get his cock out and fuck me right here, right now.

I start feeling dizzy, and when he inclines his head and whispers into my ear, my insides clench. “That’s a good lass. Let yourself come for me, Alice. Be a good, obedient girl.”

His words tip me over the edge. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and my muscles squeeze around his fingers. When he withdraws, I sigh happily, still hiding my face in his shirt. Maybe I’m not just a slut–I’m a pirate’s treasure, too. And that realization, more than anything else, makes me smile.

When the sexual fog clears, I remember we’re at a freeuse party, and out in the open. I peek around the room and several people are watching us. A rush of embarrassment hits me, and I can feel myself blushing—and also my pussy waking up again. I guess that slut likes a little humiliation.

I wiggle my ass against his erection, and he tweaks my nipple hard enough to make me gasp in pleasure.

“Behave,” he growls, and then ruins his harsh treatment by gently stroking my face and kissing me softly.

“Yer a good lass, Alice. I want to feel your sweet pussy clamped around my cock.”

I can tell he broke character a little, and I grin stupidly at him, unable to hide my glee. “Yes, captain, yes!”

The night is still young, and I’m ready for him to fuck me for as long and as hard as he wants.