The Free Use Flatshare

I stretched languidly in my bed as the morning sunlight filtered through my curtains. Another Monday in New York City. Another week of deadlines, client meetings, and being the only woman in an apartment with three very sexually active men. I smiled to myself, feeling the pleasant soreness between my legs from Daniel's unexpected visit to my room last night.

My name is Lily Chen, I'm 25, and I live in what most people would consider an unusual housing arrangement. I've been here for eighteen months now, and it's been the most liberating experience of my life.

I checked my phone: 7:15 AM. James would be up already, probably making coffee in the kitchen. Michael would still be asleep--he never started work before 10. And Daniel was likely already gone for his early morning gym session before heading to Wall Street.

When I first heard about the arrangement from Michael, I thought he was joking. A flatshare where the female tenant pays significantly reduced rent in exchange for being sexually available to the male tenants at any time? It sounded like the plot of a porn video, not a real living situation in Manhattan.

"It's completely consensual," Michael had explained, clearly uncomfortable discussing sex with his childhood friend but wanting to help me find affordable housing. "James started it two years ago. The rules are clear, and everyone respects boundaries. But yeah, the girl basically agrees to be... available. Whenever."

I'd been skeptical but desperate. New York rent was crushing me, and freelance graphic design wasn't exactly making me rich. After meeting James and seeing the gorgeous three-bedroom apartment that would normally cost triple what he was asking me to pay, I found myself intrigued rather than appalled.

"So I can be taken whenever, wherever in the apartment?" I'd asked James directly during my interview, surprising even myself with my bluntness.

James had smiled, his blue eyes assessing me. "That's the arrangement. You'd have your own room, but any of us can enter at any time. In common areas, you're always available. We don't ask permission, we just take. But," he'd added, "your physical safety is paramount, and if you're on a work call or meeting a deadline, we respect that."

I'd signed the contract that day. I'd always had fantasies about being used, being taken without preamble. And the financial freedom the arrangement offered was too good to pass up.

Now, eighteen months later, I padded naked to my en-suite bathroom to brush my teeth. I heard movement in the apartment--James was definitely up. I smiled at my reflection, admiring the cherry blossom tattoo that curved over my shoulder. My body had become an instrument of pleasure, both for myself and my flatmates.

After a quick shower, I decided to skip clothes entirely. It was a hot June morning, and besides, being naked saved time. That was the beauty of our arrangement--the honesty of it, the lack of pretense.

I made my way to the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floors. As expected, James was there in just his boxer briefs, his muscular back to me as he prepared coffee.

"Morning," I said, moving to the refrigerator.

James turned, his eyes appreciatively taking in my naked form. "Morning, Lily. Sleep well?"

"Very," I replied, bending over perhaps more dramatically than necessary to grab yogurt from the lower shelf. I heard James's sharp intake of breath and smiled to myself. That was another thing I loved about this arrangement--the power I still held, even as the "available" one.

I straightened up and turned to find James directly behind me, his boxers now tented with his obvious erection.

"I've got a meeting in an hour," he said, his hand already sliding between my legs, finding me wet. I always woke up aroused these days, my body conditioned to expect sex at any moment.

"Plenty of time," I replied, setting the yogurt on the counter and gripping the edge as James pushed into me from behind without further preamble.

This was how mornings typically started in our apartment. No dating rituals, no seduction games, just straightforward sex when the desire arose. James's hands gripped my hips as he established a steady rhythm, his thickness stretching me pleasantly.

"Fuck, you feel good this morning," he groaned, one hand moving up to cup my breast.

I moaned in response, pushing back against him. The kitchen counter was cool against my stomach as James increased his pace. This was what I loved--being taken for someone else's pleasure and finding my own in the process.

"You're so wet already," James murmured, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Were you thinking about this when you woke up?"

"Maybe," I teased, arching my back to take him deeper. "Or maybe my body just knows what it's for now."

James chuckled, the sound transitioning into a groan as I deliberately clenched around him. He responded by sliding his hand from my breast to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse quicken. This was a dance we knew well--he understood exactly how much pressure I enjoyed, how the slight restriction made every sensation more intense.

"God, the view from here," he said, his free hand sliding down my back, tracing my spine. "Your ass taking my cock... I could watch this all day."

I whimpered as he slowed his pace, drawing out almost completely before pushing back in with agonizing deliberation. Each stroke was measured now, designed to build tension rather than release it. The hand at my throat moved to my hair, gathering it and pulling just enough to arch my neck.

"Please," I gasped, my fingers gripping the counter edge so hard my knuckles whitened.

"Please what?" James asked, his voice rough with desire but still controlled. That was James--always in command, even when lost in pleasure.

"Harder," I begged, trying to push back against him, but his grip on my hip held me in place.

"Like this?" He slammed into me suddenly, the force pushing me against the counter.

"Yes!" I cried out, the pleasure sharp and immediate.

He established a punishing rhythm then, each thrust hitting perfectly deep. The sound of skin against skin filled the kitchen, punctuated by our increasingly ragged breathing. James reached around to rub my clit, his fingers moving in tight, knowing circles.

"I want to feel you come around my cock," he demanded, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned over me. "Show me how much you love being used like this."

His words pushed me closer to the edge. There was something incredibly freeing about being reduced to a vessel for pleasure--both his and mine. No expectations beyond the physical, no complicated emotions to navigate. Just pure sensation.

James's thumb pressed harder against my clit as his other hand moved back to my breast, pinching my nipple with just the right amount of pressure. This, combined with his relentless thrusting built a tension in me that was almost unbearable.

"I'm close," I warned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

"Wait," James commanded, slowing slightly. "Not yet."

I whimpered in frustration but obeyed, focusing on holding back the wave that threatened to crash over me. James shifted his angle slightly, now hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur at the edges.

"James, please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

He leaned forward, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear. "Now, Lily. Come for me now."

As if my body was programmed to respond to his command, I shattered instantly. The orgasm tore through me with an intensity that made me cry out, my inner walls pulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. James groaned in response, his rhythm faltering as my body milked his cock.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushed deep inside me one final time. I felt the warmth of his release filling me, triggering a secondary wave of pleasure that had me trembling beneath him.

For several moments, we stayed connected, both catching our breath. James's hand moved soothingly up and down my spine, a tender gesture that contrasted with the roughness of our coupling. Finally, he pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum immediately begin to trickle down my thigh.

After catching his breath, James turned me around and kissed me deeply, his hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness. When he pulled back, he patted my ass affectionately.

"Thanks, Lily. Just what I needed before dealing with clients all day."

I turned and kissed him lightly. "Happy to help."

This was our dynamic--sex was both casual and significant, like sharing a meal or helping with chores. It was simply part of our household routine.

James poured me a cup of coffee before heading to the shower. I sat at our kitchen island, enjoying the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of me as I checked emails on my tablet. I had two logo designs to finish today and a website mockup to start. The arrangement gave me the financial freedom to be selective about my projects, taking only work I found creatively fulfilling.

Michael emerged from his room around 9:30, bleary-eyed and rumpled in just his pajama bottoms. My childhood friend was the quietest of my flatmates but often the most intensely passionate once engaged.

"Morning," he mumbled, heading straight for the coffee.

"Late night coding?" I asked, knowing he often lost track of time when working on a project.

He nodded, pouring himself a large mug. "New app launch next week." His eyes finally focused enough to register my nakedness, and I saw the shift in his expression.

"I've got about thirty minutes before my first call," I said, stretching my arms up above my head, deliberately to showcase my breasts.

Michael's pajama bottoms tented as he set down his coffee. "That's more than enough time."

He led me to the living room sofa, where he sat down and guided me to straddle him. This was Michael's favorite position--he liked to watch my face as I rode him. I dragged his pajama bottoms down enough to free his erection, then sank down onto him with a satisfied sigh.

"Fuck, Lily," he groaned, his hands moving to my hips.

I began to move, setting a pace that I knew would build slowly. Michael was always more gentle than the others, more attentive to my responses. His hands roamed my body as I rode him, thumbs brushing over my nipples, fingers trailing down my spine.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, a rare verbal expression from my typically quiet friend.

I increased my pace, feeling another orgasm building. Michael's hands gripped my ass, helping me move faster. His eyes locked with mine, intense and focused in a way that contrasted with his usual reserved demeanor. There was something incredibly intimate about this position with him--the way he could see every expression that crossed my face, the way his hands could reach every part of me.

"That's it," he encouraged softly as I rolled my hips in the way I knew he loved. "Just like that, Lily."

I braced my hands on his shoulders, changing the angle slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. Michael's breathing grew more ragged, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. One of his hands slid up my back, then into my hair, pulling me down for a deep, passionate kiss that contrasted with the gentleness of his usual demeanor.

When we broke apart, he pressed his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as I continued to ride him. His hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

"I want to feel you come again," he whispered, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're so beautiful when you come."

The combination of his words, his touch, and the fullness of him inside me pushed me closer to the edge. Michael seemed to sense it, his other hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, guiding my movements to a faster rhythm.

When he slipped a finger between my cheeks to tease my other entrance, I came hard, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, and I watched his face as his control shattered. His eyes widened, then closed tightly as he followed immediately, pulsing inside me with a deep groan that seemed torn from somewhere primal within him.

"Lily," he gasped, his body shuddering beneath mine. "God, Lily."

I collapsed against his chest, both of us breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as our heartbeats gradually slowed. Michael's fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, a tender gesture that felt almost more intimate than the sex we'd just shared.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I kissed his cheek and slowly stood up, feeling his release join James's inside me. The sensation of being filled by both men, carrying their seed inside me, sent a renewed flutter of arousal through my body.

"Thanks," he said with his shy smile. "Best way to start the workday."

I grinned and headed back to my room to prepare for my call. This was my life--moving between work and pleasure seamlessly, my body constantly ready for use, constantly giving and receiving satisfaction.

The rest of Monday passed relatively quietly. I worked on my designs, had my client calls, and was bent over the dining table by James when he returned from work. Tuesday followed a similar pattern, though Daniel joined me in the shower that morning for a particularly vigorous encounter that left me gasping against the tile wall.

By Wednesday afternoon, I was deep in the creative flow, working on a complex website design in the living room. I'd put on a simple sundress for a video call earlier but had removed it afterward. The apartment was quiet--everyone was at work--and I was enjoying the peaceful productivity.

The front door opened unexpectedly, and Daniel walked in, loosening his tie. He wasn't supposed to be home until evening.

"Meeting canceled," he explained, his gray eyes darkening as they landed on my naked form curled up on the couch with my laptop. "Don't stop working."

I adjusted my position slightly but kept my eyes on my screen as Daniel approached. He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider without a word.

I gasped as his mouth found me, his tongue expertly circling my clit. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to maintain focus on the color palette I was developing. Daniel's hands gripped my thighs firmly as he devoured me, his technique precise and demanding.

"Keep working," he reminded me, briefly looking up with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I nodded, forcing myself to continue adjusting the website mockup while he brought me to a shuddering orgasm with just his mouth. Without giving me time to recover, Daniel stood and unzipped his expensive suit pants, freeing his impressive erection.

"Deadline?" he asked curtly, stroking himself.

"Not until tomorrow," I managed to reply.

"Good."

He moved my laptop to the coffee table, then flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up. I gasped as he entered me in one powerful thrust, my body still sensitive from my orgasm. Daniel was always the most dominant, taking what he wanted with an intensity that left me breathless.

"Fuck, you're wet," he growled, establishing a punishing rhythm that had me clutching the couch cushions.

I moaned as he hit the perfect spot inside me, my body responding eagerly to his forceful pace. Daniel's hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks--something I secretly loved.

"Who do you belong to, Lily?" he demanded, a hand tangling in my hair.

"All of you," I gasped, the words triggering another wave of pleasure. "I'm here to be used."

Daniel groaned his approval, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his climax. "Going to fill you up," he grunted, pushing deep as he came.

Afterward, he straightened his clothing and returned to his professional demeanor so quickly it was almost comical. "I've got another meeting at four," he said, checking his watch. "But I'll be thinking about this."

I smiled lazily from the couch, making no move to close my legs or clean up. "Happy to provide inspiration."

Daniel smirked before heading to his room to change, leaving me pleasantly exhausted on the couch.

Thursday night found all four of us home for dinner, a relatively rare occurrence given our busy schedules. James had cooked, as he often did when he was home early enough. I wore only an apron to help serve, a household tradition that had started as a joke but had quickly become standard practice.

"We need to talk about the vacant room," James said as we ate. Michael had announced he'd be moving to Seattle for a new job opportunity, and his departure was just two weeks away.

"I've been thinking about that," Daniel said, his eyes following me as I moved around the table refilling wine glasses. "We should consider another woman this time."

James nodded thoughtfully. "The dynamic works well. And Lily might appreciate some female company."

I smiled at that. While I thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention, the idea of sharing the experience with another woman was intriguing. "I'd like that," I agreed. "But she'd need to understand what she's signing up for."

"Of course," James said. "Full disclosure, like we did with you."

Michael, who had been quiet as usual, spoke up. "My cousin has a friend looking for a place. Recent graduate, moving to New York for a marketing job. Emma something."

"Emma Knox," I supplied, remembering the name from Michael's mention a few days earlier. "She's struggling to find affordable housing."

"Perfect candidate then," Daniel said with a predatory smile that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.

After dinner, the conversation turned into an impromptu celebration of Michael's new job, with more wine and eventually all three men taking turns with me on the living room floor. It was intense, exhilarating, and left me deliciously sore.

As I lay in bed that night, pleasantly exhausted and still feeling the evidence of their desire inside me, I thought about the potential new flatmate. Would Emma Knox be open to our arrangement? Would she find the same liberation in it that I had?