Used by my boyfriend Free Use and Somno Erotica #5
He collapsed heavily on top of her, his chest heaving against her back, his sweat dripping onto her clean skin as his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her shoulder blades. They stayed locked together for a long, quiet minute, breathing heavily in the morning light.
Slowly, Connor pulled out of her with a wet, heavy pop. Maddie let out a soft, contented sigh, her body sinking into the mattress as a thick river of white cum and juices began to slowly ooze out of her stretched pussy lips and pool on her inner thighs.
Connor pulled himself out of bed, completely unbothered by his nakedness, and walked toward the bathroom to start his morning routine. He looked back at her spent, drenched form tangled in the sheets and smirked.
"Get some rest, Maddie," he said casually, checking his watch. "I've got some work to do, but I'll be back for you later."
By 3:30 PM on Saturday afternoon, the apartment was flooded with the sharp, bright glare of the weekend sun.
In the small home office, Connor was fully logged into his CPA portal, his fingers clacking rhythmically against the mechanical keyboard as he reviewed a mountain of complex tax spreadsheets.
He was the picture of professional focus, his brows furrowed as his analytical mind tracked corporate deductions and balance sheets.
But beneath the desk, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension.
Maddie was kneeling on the hard hardwood floor between his legs, completely hidden from the view of his web camera.
True to her absolute surrender to the free use dynamic, she was wearing nothing but a tight, white cotton tank top that stopped just below her ribs, leaving her entire lower body completely bare.
Her pussy and thighs were still humming with a deep, sensitive ache from the morning’s intense stretching, and every time she shifted her knees against the floor, she felt the phantom weight of Connor’s thick shaft.
The office door remained closed, sealing them inside a private bubble of absolute possession.
"Connor, I'm getting a cramp," Maddie whispered softly, her hands resting tentatively on his thighs.
Connor didn't look down from the glowing dual monitors.
His face remained perfectly expressionless, his voice a cool, professional clip as his headset hummed.
"I didn't give you permission to complain, Maddie. You know the contract. Every room in this house belongs to me, and right now, you are just a piece of office furniture. Keep your mouth shut and do your job."
To emphasize his point, his large hand came down from the mouse, landing in a sharp, stinging slap right across her exposed right buttock. Crack. The sound echoed off the enclosed office walls, leaving a hot, bright red handprint on her pale skin.
Maddie gasped, a sudden jolt of electricity shooting straight to her clit. Instead of backing away, a helpless, deeply aroused smirk spread across her lips. She leaned forward, her face hovering just inches from his groin as she heard the unmistakable, sharp click of his sweatpants lowering.
His massive, rigid cock sprang free into the cool air of the office, already rock hard and pulsing with a heavy afternoon erection, the head glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum.
"Open up," Connor commanded in a low, gravelly whisper, his fingers rough as they tangled into her hair, steering her head forward without a single drop of gentleness.
Maddie opened her mouth obediently, taking his thick, veiny shaft straight down her throat.
She sucked him with a desperate, submissive hunger, her eyes watering as his heavy girth filled her mouth to the absolute limit.
Connor didn't try to make it comfortable for her; he used her mouth mechanically, his hips twitching forward in a rhythmic, punishing pace while his hands remained firmly on his keyboard, typing out an email to a senior partner.
The cognitive dissonance of hearing him type and breathe like an executive while ruthlessly using her mouth like a personal appliance was mind-blowing. Maddie was losing her mind under the desk, her pussy flooding with a fresh, hot wave of natural lubrication that dripped onto the hardwood floor.
After a few minutes of intense oral use, Connor gripped her hair firmly, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth with a heavy schlick.
"Turn around," he hissed. "Hands on the desk."
Maddie didn't hesitate. She scrambled up onto her knees, turning her back to him and placing her palms flat against the smooth wood of the office desk, right next to his keyboard.
Her ass was hoisted high into the air, completely splayed and exposed to the bright office light, her weeping, pink pussy lips glistening and ready to receive him.
Connor didn't bother with lube; her body was producing more than enough moisture to accommodate him. He gripped her hips with a crushing, unyielding hold, his thumbs digging into her hip bones, and drove himself forward in one singular, devastating lunge.
A loud, ragged scream tore from Maddie’s throat, her breath fogging the corner of his monitor as his massive girth stretched her walls to their absolute capacity. Her internal muscles instantly locked down around his shaft in a frantic vice, trying to handle the sudden, total fullness.
"Hush," Connor hissed, his pelvis slamming against her backside with a wet, heavy thud that caused the entire desk to rattle.
The monitor shook slightly, but Connor didn't care.
He established a frantic, mechanical, and punishing pace from behind, his cock hitting her cervix with a deep, dull impact with every single lunge.
"Look at you," Connor muttered, his breath hot against her shoulder blades as he continued to hammer away at her tight canal. "A good little slutty assistant, taking her boyfriend's cock in the middle of the day while he does his taxes. You like being treated like property, don't you?"
Maddie couldn't answer with words; she could only let out broken, high pitched moans into the empty room, her fingers clawing helplessly at the edge of the desk. She felt completely objectified, a useful little hole in the wall kept for his personal convenience.
His pace intensified into an animalistic speed, the wet, messy friction of their collision filling the room.
He reached around her trembling waist, his hand sliding down between her thighs to find her swollen clit, grinding his thumb against it with a harsh, relentless pressure while his cock continued to rip into her insides.
The intense dual stimulation pushed Maddie completely over the edge.
Her vision blurred, her body shaking violently as a massive, foot curling orgasm tore through her frame.
Her pussy contracted wildly, her internal walls pulsing around his shaft in a series of frantic, involuntary spasms that milked him with incredible force.
"Yeah, clench it, suck my cock with that tight pussy," Connor roared, her climax driving him past his own point of no return.
He delivered three more deep, devastating lunges, burying himself to the absolute root, before letting out a low, guttural roar.
Maddie felt the sudden, scalding torrents of his thick, hot cum erupting deep inside her vaginal canal, jetting out in heavy, pulsing waves that filled her pussy until it was overflowing and running down her thighs.
He stayed heavy behind her for a long minute, his chest heaving against her back, his sweat dripping onto her clean tank top as his heart hammered a frantic rhythm.
Slowly, he pulled out of her with a wet, heavy slap. Maddie collapsed forward, her chest resting against the edge of the desk, her body trembling as a thick river of white cum and juices began to ooze out of her gaping opening and drip onto the pristine office floor.
Connor adjusted his clothes, zipping up his sweatpants, and looked down at her spent, drenched form.
"Clean up the floor, Maddie," he said, his voice instantly returning to a calm, entirely conversational CPA tone as he clicked back onto his spreadsheet. "I have another client file to review. Make sure you're ready for tonight."
He turned his attention back to the monitor, leaving her trembling on the floor. Maddie reached down, touching the warm cum running down her leg, and a slow, completely submissive smile spread across her face. She was completely claimed.
The gentle evening light of a quiet Sunday filtered through the bedroom blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the master bed.
The frantic rush of the weekend work calls, the unexpected domestic interruptions, and the late-night movie theater adventures had cleared away, leaving a rare, peaceful quiet inside the apartment.
Maddie sat propped up against the pillows, the heavy duvet pulled up to her waist.
Her skin bore the faint, delicious marks of a week spent in total surrender—a soft flush on her inner thighs and a deep, lingering ache in her pussy that made every slow movement feel incredibly heavy and satisfying.
She felt completely spent, her body totally claimed by the man who had spent the last seven days reshaping their entire relationship.
The door opened, and Connor walked in, carrying two mugs of hot coffee.
He wasn't wearing his structured professional clothes today; he was simply in a comfortable t-shirt and grey sweatpants.