FREE-USE AGREEMENT #2
Kyle rasped filthily, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head back so she had to see her own reflection in the dark kitchen window. "Just a tight little slut doing the dishes while I fuck your pussy from behind. You love being used, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, Kyle, I'm yours!"
Molly shrieked, all her shyness entirely burned away by the raw intensity of the encounter.
The violent friction of his heavy pubic bone smashing against her highly sensitive, swollen clit pushed Molly straight over the edge. A sudden, familiar, explosive pressure began to build rapidly deep inside her lower belly. Her pussy walls began to spasm violently around his throbbing cock, and remembering his strict command from the night before, she didn't even try to hold it back.
Molly shattered, letting out a breathless, pierced scream as a violent, toe-curling orgasm ripped through her. Her G-spot contracted aggressively, and a massive, powerful wave of clear fluid erupted straight out of her pussy. Because she was standing up, bent over the counter, the heavy, pulsing torrent of her squirt sprayed violently past his sliding cock, splashing aggressively across his dress shoes and pouring down her legs to soak the hardwood kitchen floor in a massive, wet puddle.
Kyle let out a loud, triumphant roar as the warm torrent drenched his crotch. The sight of her squirting all over the kitchen floor while he hammered into her drove him entirely over the edge. He gave three more hard, deep thrusts, burying his cock to the absolute root, and locked his hips tightly against her ass.
His body went completely rigid as he came violently, pumping heavy, hot loads of cum deep inside her pulsing pussy, filling her to the absolute brim until she could feel his warmth overflowing onto her thighs, mixing with the mess on the kitchen floor.
The high-end restaurant was bathed in low, sophisticated amber lighting, the quiet murmur of wealthy patrons and the soft clink of crystal glasses creating an atmosphere of strict, polite civility. It was the exact opposite of the raw, dirty reality that had taken over their apartment. Molly sat in a plush leather booth, wearing a stunning, tight-fitting silk dress that hugged every curve of her body. To anyone looking at them, they looked like a perfectly normal, attractive couple enjoying an expensive dinner.
But beneath the white tablecloth, the free-use protocol was in full effect.
Molly hadn't been allowed to wear underwear tonight. Kyle had explicitly ordered her to leave them off before they left the apartment, and right now, her bare pussy was pressed flat against the cool leather of the booth. She could barely focus on her wine glass, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs. She was completely horny, her clit throbbing with a desperate, heavy ache from the sheer risk of the setting.
Kyle sat directly next to her in the booth rather than across from her. He looked impeccably handsome, back in a fresh, dark tailored suit. He was casually carrying on a conversation about work, his left hand holding his fork, while his large, calloused right hand slid beneath the heavy linen tablecloth.
Molly’s breath hitched as she felt his thick fingers brush against the bare skin of her inner thigh.
Slowly, deliberately, Kyle slid his hand higher, parting her thighs beneath the table until his fingers reached her completely exposed, soaking-wet pussy folds. He didn't hesitate. He drove two thick fingers straight inside her tight opening, finding her swollen G-spot and rubbing it with a heavy, crushing pressure, while his thumb aggressively worked her sensitive clit.
"Kyle... oh god,"
Molly whispered, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the table, her upper body locking up as she tried to keep her face completely neutral for the waiter walking past.
"Relax, baby,"
Kyle murmured smoothly, his voice low and casual as he took a sip of his wine, his eyes scanning the dining room while his hand aggressively worked her beneath the cloth. "Just eat your dinner. Your pussy belongs to me, remember? I can play with it whenever I want."
Molly let out a shallow, trembling gasp, her internal walls clamping down around his sliding fingers. The loud, wet squelching sound of her own slickness was completely masked by the ambient restaurant noise, but to Molly, it sounded deafening. She was dripping a flood of juices onto his hand, her body vibrating on the edge of a screaming climax right there in the middle of the dining room.
Suddenly, Kyle withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy, leaving her completely aching and unfulfilled. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Get up,"
he growled filthily, his voice dropping the polite dinner tone entirely. "Go into the restroom in the back corridor. If anyone is in there, wait until they leave. I'll be right behind you."
Molly’s knees shook as she stood up from the booth, her silk dress clinging to her wet thighs. She walked quickly down the dim hallway toward the single-occupancy luxury restroom, her heart thrashing in her chest. She slipped inside, locking the heavy wooden door behind her. The restroom was spacious, featuring marble countertops and a large mirror.
A split second later, there was a firm knock on the door. Molly unlocked it, and Kyle slipped inside, immediately locking it back up with a sharp, final click.
The moment the lock turned, Kyle’s dominant composure snapped. He gripped her waist with bruising force and spun her around, slamming her back flat against the cold marble countertop next to the sink. He reached down, bunching up the fabric of her expensive silk dress until it was pushed all the way up to her waist, completely exposing her dripping pussy and her bare thighs.
"You are so fucking wet for me,"
Kyle growled, his eyes burning with an unhinged, predatory lust. He unbuckled his belt, freeing his massive, thick-veined cock, which was already rock-hard and throbbing violently.
He didn't waste a single second. Kyle grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs wide apart and hoisting them over his broad shoulders, completely opening her up. He aligned the swollen head of his cock with her wet pussy lips and drove his full length deep inside her core with one heavy, merciless thrust.
"Ah! Kyle!"
Molly shrieked, the sound echoing sharply off the marble tiles as she grabbed his broad shoulders for dear life.
The feeling of being stretched completely full in a public restroom while dinner was still waiting on their table was overwhelmingly intense. Her tight internal walls clamped down around his thick cock like a desperate vice. Kyle let out a low, guttural roar, setting a fast, aggressive, primal pace. He hammered into her from behind, his pelvis crashing against her ass with a rhythmic, heavy slap that filled the small room.
Every deep thrust hit her deepest sweet spot with devastating accuracy, driving her wild. The sheer, high-risk thrill of the free-use aspect amplified the physical ecstasy to an unbearable degree. Molly was completely overcome, her vision blurring as she let out breathless, pierced whimpers, her head tossing from side to side against the mirror.
"You're my property, Molly,"
Kyle rasped filthily, his breath hot and demanding against her neck as his pace accelerated into a relentless sprint. "Anytime, anywhere. I own this tight pussy."
"Yes! Yes, Kyle! Please, fuck me!"
she screamed softly, abandoning all restraint.
The violent friction of his heavy pubic bone smashing against her highly sensitive, swollen clit pushed Molly straight over the edge. A sudden, familiar, explosive pressure began to build rapidly deep inside her lower belly. Her pussy walls began to spasm violently around his throbbing cock, and remembering his strict command, she let go of all control.
Molly shattered, letting out a breathless scream as a violent, toe-curling orgasm ripped through her. Her G-spot contracted aggressively, and a massive, powerful wave of clear fluid erupted straight out of her pussy, squirting violently in heavy, pulsing jets right past his sliding cock. Because her legs were over his shoulders, the heavy torrent sprayed aggressively across his suit trousers, dripping down the front of his shirt and splashing onto the marble floor.
Kyle let out a loud, triumphant roar as the warm torrent drenched him. The sight of her squirting all over his expensive suit in a public restroom drove him entirely over the edge. He gave three more hard, deep thrusts, burying his cock to the absolute root, and locked his hips tightly against hers.
His body went completely rigid as he came violently, pumping heavy, hot loads of cum deep inside her pulsing pussy, filling her to the absolute brim until she could feel his warmth overflowing onto her skin.
The next evening, the oppressive humidity of late summer hung thick in the air, making everything feel heavy and close. Molly had just finished a grueling, exhausting shift at her own job, and her entire body felt thoroughly spent. Her muscles ached, but the deepest, most persistent ache was the throbbing, heavy sensation between her thighs that had not left her since the restaurant bathroom. She was completely horny, her body permanently stuck in a state of high-intensity anticipation, wondering when and where Kyle would next invoke his absolute rights.
Desperate to wash away the sweat of the day, Molly retreated to the master bathroom. She turned the brass knobs in the shower, letting the water run until the glass enclosure filled with a thick, dense wall of billowing white steam. She shed her clothes, her naked body glistening in the damp air, and stepped beneath the pounding, hot spray.