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Free Use Fuck Fest: The Aftermath

I didn’t open the Free Use app for a few days. After all, my fuck-slots are always booked out, I can’t take any more cock per day than I already am, expecially after I cockwarm several of my bosses every day.

I got a pay raise after the Free Use Fuck Fest, because my boss was afraid I could be lured away by better offers. It’ll be my fist day back today, so I thought I should at least look at my rank.

After my morning routine, I open the app to see hundrets of notifications, mostly comments to the highlight-video of my Fuck Fest performance. It’s been pinned to my profile automatically.

My rank sits proudly at the top of my profile: #2.

People seemed to like the slow fucking I received, and I can’t say that I’m not proud. I’m guessing either a blow job girl or an anal got the First Place.

I check my purse before leaving the apartment, to make sure I have lube and my plug as well my keys and other stuff. I’m not wearing any panties of course.

It’s an hour earlier than I’d normally leave, but I know that people are especially horny after the Free Use Fuck Fest and I don’t want to be too late for work today.

I avoid my neighbour. He would’ve fucked me in every hole if he could and I know he waits for me to leave the apartment complex every morning. It’s a good thing I decided to leave earlier today.

It’s a wonder I reach the subway without collecting at least one load in one of my holes. Once I’m in though, the app chimes. I look around.

A man is looking straight at me. I double take - is it the man from the Fuck Fest? I’m not quite sure, he’s wearing different clothes now, but it could be him. I can see a very visible bulge in his pants.

He’s not trying to hide it, of course. He’s just booked all my holes. He nods at me and I open the buttons of my blouse. No bra, so my breasts spill out.

He comes over to me. “Hold onto the pole” he commands and I obey. He arranges me so that my legs are spread, my ass is presented to him and the people sitting in front of me have a perfect view of my tits.

I can hear him fumble with his pants and a second later, the tip of his cock rubs through my exposed slit.

“I’ve got lube in my bag”, I tell him. I don’t need him to ram his dick in without libe first thing in the morning.

He chuckles against my neck, “good girl”, he praises. “But we won’t need it… yet.” He reaches one arm around me to grope my tits and pull at the nipples and my arousal begins to pool between my legs.

He keeps sliding his cock through my slit without trying to push it in. He teases my nipples. His dick must be soaked by my juices by now, I try to push my ass back into him because I’m ready, I’m wet. I want his dick.

He slaps my ass, “stand still”, he commands. “Open your eyes and look around.”

I do as he says. All eyes are on us. People are watching him tease me and I let out a shuddering breath. The Free Use Fuck Fest was broadcasted live all over the country, but somehow this seems more public. I’m used to being fucked outside. I’ve even been fucked in the subway before, but he’s taking me apart. And his dick hasn’t even been inside of me, yet.

I feel him shift. The head of his cock presses against my entrance before sliding in with little resistance.

I moan and see the smirks of the other passengers. A few guys pulled out their dicks and one is currently bouncing another woman on his lap. She’s fully clothed, he just pushed her panties aside and slid in.

My pussy clenches around the tip of his cock. I want him to slide into me as well, but he holds my hips and stills them.

We stand there like that for what feels like an eternity. And then he finally slides into my wet heat. Inch by inch my pussy swallows his thick cock, up until it’s balls deep inside of me.

Move, move, move, I pray silently, but he doesn’t. His cock is hot and thick and hard inside of me, unmoving. His hipbones are pressed to my ass. One hand still holds my hips, the other starts playing with my tits again.

The movement of the train rocks our bodies, but it’s not enough friction. Just enough to remind me that I’m being watched, that I’m not allowed to move.

This isn’t even normal cockwarming. I oculd ignore his cock if we sat, but my semi-bend over position, tits on display, hand teasing my nipples and the soft rocking from the train won’t let me.

I’m panting softly and I make a high, keening sound when he pulls his dick out all the way before slamming back in, stilling deep inside of me again. “Quiet”, he says and I bite down on the inside of my cheek.

He start rocking against me, slowly. I mewl. He fumbles for something before putting a ball gag in my mouth. “I said to be quiet.”

He fucks me like this for a while, short strokes. I feel my juices running down my legs.

“Is this good?”, he asks and I nod. Yes, please, move. He raches into my bag and I feel a squirt of lube hit my crack. He rubs my plug through it, getting it slippery. And then he holds it against my asshole, barely spreading it as he picks up speed, pounding me with longer, more forceful strokes.

My eyes flutter. I know I’ll orgasm if he keeps it up like this. He knows it, too, because he stops just before I can come. I have no idea where we are and if I missed my stop already. I don’t care. I want to come.

He pushes his cock into me, not moving anymore and I want to push back into him, to seek my orgasm but I know I’m not allowed. I clench my pussy around his dick, hoping to get him to move again.

“Poor slut”, he whispers into my ear. He pushes the plug harder into me, so my hole is stretched around the base at the widest part. My pussy clenches involuntary. He chuckles and lets it slide in all the way, filling me up. “Do you want to get fucked? Do you want me to make you come?”

I frantically nod my head. Please, please, please.

He starts moving again. The extra friction from my filled ass makes me reach my orgasm faster as he fucks me relentlessly. He’s setting a fast pace. I won’t last long.

This time, he lets me have it. I clench hard around him, pussy and ass pulsing around the intruders inside of them. My peak triggers his and he comes in thick, long spurts.

“Good girl”, he praises. “Let go of the pole.”

I do, and I strumble a bit but he holds me up, cock still balls deep in my pussy, one arm bent around my waist. The train slows and he manhandles me around to face the door.

I blink when it opens, it’s my stop. He pushes me forward so I strumble out of the train, his dick sliding out of me and a gush of cum drips out of my hole.

He’s smirking when the door closes and the train starts moving again. It’s him, the guy from the Fuck Fest. I’m sure.

My phone chimes a few times. My rating is going up again, people liked watching me like that. I also see that all my fuck-slots are filled now.

The next guy will fuck me once I leave the subway station and I better hurry up so I’m on time in the office today to cockwarm my boss.

With his cum still running out of me and my plugged ass, I right my clothing and climb the stairs to receive the next dick. But I know I will be thinking about his cock for the rest of the day.

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