Free use Sleep Aid
I work, I fuck, I work. I just want something simple. Something fast and loose, that's the way to keep me. Not acting like you're in charge. I thought I'd never find her. I didn't, she found me.
Speed dating, what a pile of shit. In a city as big as New York, you would think I could find one freak. One after the other, woman after woman, they pour out their wholesome resume of like and dislikes, where they work and how they love babies. Desperate to make a connection. But, my tastes are… Special. I shake my head, why am I even here?
“Hi,” I say. She smiles at me and cocks her head a little, trying to meet my eyes.
“Hi, hard night?” she asks.
“You might say that. Look, we have ten minutes, we can just sit here and drink. Or talk, it’s up to you.”
“But, you’re done? Right?”
“Mind if a smoke?” I ask.
“I prefer you don’t,” she said.
“Well, wish in one hand,” I said and pulled out the cigarette. She grinned and leaned forward and took my cigarette from my lips.
“Why don’t I start,” she said and crushed the cigarette. “I’m not here to waste your time, or have mine wasted.”
She sat back again. She had some fucking balls but she had my attention.
“For as long as I can remember, I've had this fantasy,” she said.
“So?”
“It consumes my thoughts and fills my dreams. I have masturbated to it for as long as I can remember,” she said and rolled a vape pen over to me.
“I yearn for someone who struggles to find rest at night. A guy like you. I bet you lay there, night after night, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the world on you,” she said.
Well that’s new. She’s looking for a stressed out insomniac?
“Sure. And, what’s this prince charming do for you?”
“To use my pussy as their personal sleeping aide with no acknowledgement or concern for me. I’m just a toy to them as they fuck me. Railing me hard as they want, any hole they want.”
I picked up the pen and gave it a look, “peppermint?” I said.
“It’s a special blend, designed to get you hard and keep you that way,” she said.
“I can get hard,” I say.
“Sure you can, but you’ll want it. You’ll want to use me over and over once you fuck me once.”
Ok, I thought. Is this bitch for real?
“I want them to ravage me repeatedly, pouring out their desire until they are spent and worn out, until they can’t think straight. Then they keep me as a warm and willing vessel for their cock to leisurely thrust into as they drift off into a peaceful slumber,” she said.
“Hell of a fantasy,” I said.
“The thought of being used in such an intimate and raw way sends shivers down my spine and ignites a fire within me,” she said.
“There must be a line of guys, why are you here?” I asked curious.
“There really aren’t. Sure, guys say they can, and they might even try, but they can’t use my cunt like I want. They can’t keep it up,” she said, straightening up. The ten minutes almost up.
“It’s a carnal desire that only grows stronger with each passing day. This is my ultimate fantasy, one that I ache to make a reality. To be a fuck toy for someone, and anyone they want to breed me with. And, to sweeten the deal, I don’t care how may side pieces they have on the side, as long as they use me like a dirty animal, daily.” she said.
“Wow, you serious?” I scoff at her oddly specific fantasy.
“If you have to ask that, you're not the one. Go home, get some sleep, if you can,” she said and stood up, putting her purse over her arm. She had my number, I guess I just have that run down look.
“I still have a minute,” I say.
“The phone number and address are on the pen. It’s not my call, this pussy, ass and mouth doesn’t use itself.”
She turned and left, I sat quietly and thought a moment. I had to chuckle as I looked at the vape. My cock hardened at the thought of breeding her. The timer went off, and another hopeful sat down.
“Hi, I’m Emma,” she said.
“You do anal, Emma?” I ask.
“What?” she looked stunned. “I’m… I… It hurts, I don’t like it.”
“I didn’t ask if you liked it. Would you let me use your mouth? Until you can’t breath? Until my cum runs out of your nose?”
“I… I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Hey, Where are you going?”
Like I said, I have special needs, and I don’t like to beg or ask. If I want to fuck, I fuck, I get off for me. If I want ass, I take the ass, or the mouth. In any combination.
I want what I want, it’s not about you and your needs. And I think I might have found someone who understands that. I hand Emma my card.
“If you decide to be a free use slut, give me a call,” I said and left. In the mirror, I saw her check out the card, and mouth ‘asshole’ and throw it to the ground. She’s pissed.
But I glanced back as I opened the door. She looked a little confused, and she picked the card back up. I smiled, she’ll be fun, I thought and left.
Intriguing! Unusual for you. (Not that your stories lack intrigue). Sort of like two sides of the same coin. Unless he knows something about Emma that is not obvious, I think he will have more luck with the vape maiden, although.....will he be in charge?
Option one sounded the best, option two sounded bitchy.