Used Everywhere (Free Use Erotica)

Used Everywhere Free Use Erotica

The bedroom air was thick with the heavy, musky scent of raw sex. For months, Molly had been hiding a part of herself—a deep, explosive physical reaction she had always held back because her past boyfriends had made her feel self-conscious and judged. But tonight, riding on top of Kyle, the sheer friction of his massive, thick cock sliding deep inside her pussy was completely obliterating her restraint.

Molly was sitting flat on his pelvis, facing him, her knees hooked over his powerful thighs. She was completely horny, her vision blurring as she rhythmically lowered her tight pussy down onto his rock-hard cock. Every time she slammed down, Kyle’s thick head hit her deepest sweet spot, sending electric, white-hot shocks straight to her swollen clit.

"Ah, fuck, Kyle!"

Molly gasped, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his chest as she picked up the pace. Her internal walls were clamping down around him like a vice, dripping with an absolute flood of her own natural juices.

Kyle groaned loudly, his large hands reaching up to grip her waist, guiding her brutal, bouncing rhythm. "You are so fucking tight tonight, Molly,"

he rasped, his dark eyes locked onto her flushed face. "Ride it. Take every single inch."

As the rhythm grew faster and more frantic, a sudden, familiar pressure began to build deep inside Molly’s lower belly. It was the intense, overwhelming sensation she usually suppressed—the feeling of a total internal eruption. Her pussy walls started to spasm violently, and she instinctively tried to squeeze tight to hold it in.

"Don't you dare hold back,"

Kyle growled, noticing the sudden tension in her hips. "Give it all to me."

That dominant command shattered the last of her walls. Molly let out a breathless, pierced scream as a shattering orgasm ripped through her core. But it wasn't just a regular climax. Her G-spot violently contracted, and a massive, powerful wave of clear fluid erupted straight out of her, squirting violently in heavy, pulsing jets right past his sliding cock.

Kyle froze, his eyes widening in absolute shock as the warm, heavy torrent drenched his lower belly. Molly couldn't stop it; her body was completely out of control, bucking frantically as she squirted over and over again, the heavy fluid splashing aggressively against his muscular chest, dripping down his thighs, and instantly soaking the bedsheets beneath them.

The sheer volume of the squirt completely drenched the front of Kyle's body, making a loud, wet sloshing sound as Molly collapsed forward against his chest, her pussy still contracting tightly around his buried cock.

For a second, the room was silent save for their ragged breathing. Then, Kyle let out a deep, primal roar of pure, unadulterated arousal. He wasn't disgusted or shocked in a bad way—he was completely, wildly turned on by the absolute mess. The sight of his chest and thighs dripping with her fluid drove him insane.

"Fuck, Molly! You just squirted all over me!"

Kyle shouted, his voice thick with raw lust.

Before she could even apologize or process her shyness, Kyle’s large hand fisted into her hair, pulling her head back firmly so she had to look at him. His cock was still rock-hard inside her, throbbing violently from the intense turn-on. He aggressively lifted her off his pelvis, exposing his thick cock, which was completely slick and glistening with her squirt fluid.

"Clean it up,"

Kyle commanded filthily, his grip on her hair guiding her face down toward his crotch. "Lick every single drop of your squirt off my cock right now."

Molly’s heart thrashed against her ribs, completely overwhelmed by how intensely dominant he was being about her secret. She leaned down, her tongue striking out to aggressively lick the warm fluid off his thick-veined cock, cleaning his skin with eager, desperate strokes.

But Kyle didn't let her stay there long. Driven mad by the raw, messy nature of the encounter, he pulled her up by her hair and forced his thick cock straight into her mouth. He began to aggressively fuck her face, shoving his length deep down her throat while she gagged and whimpered around his width.

"Spit on it,"

Kyle growled, his thrusts relentless. "Make it as nasty and messy as possible."

Molly complied completely, letting her saliva overflow, spitting all over his cock as he hammered into her mouth, the fluid mixing with the wetness already coating his skin. The entire experience was completely dirty, raw, and uninhibited, shattering every boundary Molly had ever kept guarded.

The storm of their frantic, messy encounter had passed, leaving the master bedroom completely quiet in the deep hours of the night. The heavy, unmistakable scent of raw sex, spilled juices, and fresh cum hung thick in the warm air. Kyle lay flat on his back, his powerful chest bare, while Molly rested her head against his shoulder. But beneath the calm, the bedsheets were completely ruined—soaked through and entirely drenched with the massive, explosive torrent Molly had unleashed when she squirted all over his body.

Kyle was completely awake, his dark eyes staring up at the ceiling, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. He was breathing heavily, his mind entirely consumed by the shocking, white-hot image of Molly riding his cock and erupting with a flood of fluid that had soaked his chest and thighs. The sheer turn-on had left him in a state of hyper-arousal, his massive cock already starting to throb and harden again against her leg.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze locking onto her. "Molly,"

he said, his deep, gravelly voice cracking the silence of the room. It carried a heavy, intense undertone that made her heart instantly jump.

Molly shifted slightly, her face flushing a deep crimson in the dark room. She felt incredibly vulnerable, her natural shyness fighting against the intense, dirty pleasure of what they had just done. "Yeah, Kyle?"

she whispered.

"Why the fuck did you never tell me you could do that?"

Kyle demanded. There was no disgust in his tone—only a raw, furious frustration that she had hidden such an incredible, highly explicit part of herself from him. "You’ve been holding that back this entire time we’ve been together."

Molly swallowed hard, her fingers nervously tracing the patterns on his bare chest. "I... I was scared, Kyle,"

she admitted, her voice trembling. "My past boyfriends... they made me feel like it was a mess. They judged me, made me feel like something was wrong with me, or that it was gross. I learned to just squeeze my pussy tight and hold it back before it could happen. I thought you would think it was nasty."

Kyle let out a low, guttural growl that vibrated straight through her body. He abruptly rolled over, pinning her beneath his heavy frame, his hands coming up to grip her wrists and anchor them flat against the damp sheets. His eyes burned with an absolute, unhinged obsession as he looked down at her flushed, beautiful face.

"Gross? Nasty?"

Kyle rasped, his vocabulary turning dark and explicit. "Molly, seeing you sitting on my cock, looking me right in the eyes while you squirted a literal flood all over my chest and thighs was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced in my life. It drove me completely insane. The fact that you’ve been denying me that pleasure because of some insecure idiots makes me absolutely furious."

Molly’s breath hitched in her throat, her pussy pulsing with a violent, wet contraction beneath him. Hearing him say those words, seeing how aggressively turned on and angry he was that she had held back, completely shattered her old insecurities. She was melting, her clit throbbing against his thigh as she realized he didn't just accept her squirt—he was entirely obsessed with it.

"I’m mad that you kept this from me, Molly,"

Kyle growled, his grip tightening on her wrists as he leaned down, his lips brushing aggressively against her ear. "Listen to me right now. I am ordering you to never, ever hold back again. I don't care if we're in bed, if we're on the couch, or where the fuck we are. When that pressure builds up inside your pussy, you let it erupt. You drench my cock, you soak the sheets, you make a complete fucking mess. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Kyle... oh god, yes,"

Molly panted, her head rolling back into the pillows. She was so horny she could barely breathe, her inner walls dripping a fresh, slick wave of moisture between her legs.

"Every single time I fuck your tight pussy, I want to see you squirt,"

Kyle continued filthily, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "I want to be completely drenched in your juices. You belong to me, Molly, and every single drop your body produces belongs to my cock."

He released her wrists, his large, calloused hand sliding down her belly to aggressively cup her wet pussy folds. He drove two thick fingers straight inside her, finding her swollen G-spot and rubbing it with heavy, crushing pressure, while his thumb aggressively worked her sensitive clit.

Molly shrieked loudly, her hips bucking off the bed as he immediately drove her back toward the edge of a violent climax. "Kyle! Please... it's too much, I'm so sensitive!"

"You're going to take it,"

Kyle growled, his fingers pumping inside her, listening to the loud, wet squelching sound of her slickness. "You’re going to lay here and let me play with your tight pussy all night until you're ready to explode again."

The entire rest of the night became a blur of high-intensity, uninhibited lust. Kyle refused to let her sleep, his obsession driving him to repeatedly test her limits, forcing her to squirt again until the mattress was completely ruined. Molly lay awake for hours in the dark, her body shaking from the sheer volume of orgasms he had forced out of her.

As the sun began to peek through the window blinds, casting long shadows across the messy room, Molly couldn't stop her mind from spinning. The absolute acceptance, the raw dominance, and the dark thrill of Kyle completely claiming her body had unlocked a door deep inside her mind. She realized she didn't just want him to command her squirt—she wanted him to command everything. She wanted to give up all control, to let him use her tight, soaking-wet body whenever, wherever, and however he desired. The thought of total submission made her clit throb with a vicious, unending ache that lasted all through the morning.

The lingering ache between Molly’s thighs followed her through the entire morning like a heavy, invisible weight. Her clit felt incredibly sensitive, rubbing against the fabric of her underwear with every step she took around the apartment. Kyle’s fierce, unhinged obsession with her squirt from the night before had completely rewired her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about the raw authority in his voice when he demanded absolute access to her body, and by the time she poured her morning coffee, the dark fantasy had taken total root in her mind. She didn't want boundaries anymore. She wanted total, absolute surrender.

Sitting at her desk, her breath shallow and her heart thumping against her ribs, Molly opened a blank document on her computer. Her fingers trembled over the keys as she typed out a formal, explicit contract—a legally structured free-use protocol.