Early Riser - Freeuse Tales

Summary:

Oops! Jack forgot he doesn't have to go to work today! In this freeuse world where anything goes, he suddenly has the whole morning to use whoever he wants. Maybe his neighbour could use a morning warm up?

Characters:

Jack Thompson -- 35M

Nadia Farid -- 26F

Ms. Mago Norton -- 42F

Talia Solokowich -- 19F

Author's Note:

I've been busy with life (and writers block), and I only really write smut when I get the "urge".

Back to basics on this one. I wanted to write something fast and casual, so forgive me if it's a little on the shorter side. Still, I couldn't help but sprinkle in some more world building for my little sex world! One of the girls from my freeuse sleepover series makes a cameo; I wonder who?

I've been working on a fun little "outline" of my world that will hopefully put everything into context. You know, if for some reason you wanted plot and world building along with your casual sex!

Thanks again for everyone who reads my stories! I hope it brightens your day!

Heads up: All characters are over 18. There is a mix of all sorts of sex acts: creampies, cum play, freeuse, lesbians, and much more!

Early Riser -- Freeuse Tales

The coffee brewer sang out a cheerful tune of success, but Jack ignored it, too busy swiping through the floating documents emitted from his wristband. He leaned against the kitchen counter wearing his typical office slacks and collared shirt. It was Friday, which meant an early morning to beat the pre-weekend commute crowd.

The little machine beeped again, this time almost annoyed at its owner's indifference. Jack finally grabbed the steaming mug, and gave a quiet thanks to the brewer like a beloved pet. With the apartment balcony door open, the kitchen filled with the refreshing scent of fresh coffee and summer breeze.

He was still stirring in the cream and sugar when the patter of bare feet stepped through the bedroom partition.

"Oh, there you are." A lazy voice yawned.

Jack's neighbour, Nadia, stood at the door frame in a loose crop top and pink panties. Some shaggy black hair fell past her shoulders; she wiped away the few loose strands with an open-mouth exhale.

She was a tiny girl, 5'2'' with heels, and her mocha skin matched the tone of Jack's swirling coffee. Usually, Jack had to contend with her overactive presence, but the morning air conserved the snug, sleepy daze.

Nadia stretched upward in front of the balcony sunrise, her petite torso shadowed in the sheer top, presenting him with a trimmed stomach and slender breasts. Her spine arched, curving back to deliberately tease the outlines of her thin ribs and keen hipbones.

She stepped over to Jack and lowered his hand to take a sip of some steaming coffee.

"Not enough sugar," she said, smiling. Her fingers were tiny on his arm. She eyed the obvious imprint in his pants.

Jack scoffed with a grin. He took a long swig of his drink with one hand, and reached down under her shirt with the other. Her modest breasts were topped with two dark, hardened nipples; he casually groped one while he drank.

Nadia squirmed with a flirty smile, a welcome price to pay for the sample of caffeine.

"I checked your bedroom; didn't expect to see you up so early today," she said. "If you don't want another load for the laundry bots, we could always do it on my bed instead."

Like most apartments, their units were connected via discreet entrances on either side. This made casual visits between neighbours easier and cut down on the amount of foot traffic through the main hallway.

Nadia moved into Apollo Gardens last year after graduating from University and quickly became Jack's main source of at-home release. She would sneak over in the early morning to help herself to some morning wood, and in return, he would make sure she never went to bed on an empty stomach.

He put down the coffee and gestured to his outfit.

"Nadia, I'm going to work," Jack dismissed. "I'm sorry I don't have time to use you properly this morning. If you're still horny, try Steven down the hall; he usually doesn't go in until after ten."

Nadia giggled and hopped up on the kitchen table. She swung her legs playfully; some rose-painted toenails glistened in the sun.

"Not even a couple of minutes for a quickie?" She pouted. "You know I can't start my day without a decent creampie. Ten minutes tops! I was already warming up in my room."

She wiggled a few wet fingers as a tease, beckoning him closer.

Jack inhaled and shook his head; there was very little that could beat Nadia's tight Persian pussy in the morning, but today he'd have to settle for a stranger on the train if there was any hope of arriving on time.

"When I get home, I promise. I'll save something special for your ass," he replied.

Jack gave her tit another little squeeze and turned to gather his things.

"Well, have fun going to work on a Creche day! The overtime must be killer," Nadia snickered from the kitchen. She stirred in another spoonful of sugar into her adopted coffee.

Jack was steps away from the front door when his mistake finally clicked. A silent "fuck" slipped from his lips.

Every two weeks there was a public holiday for parents to visit their prepubescent children in the isolated Creches. This was the bare minimum; most families made the trip at least once a week. The mandatory time off gave even the busiest couples some free time for visitation.

For everyone else, it was just a fun day off from work and school.

Looks like he did have some time.

Jack shrugged off the flush of embarrassment. He dropped his bag and turned back towards the kitchen. Nadia was already leaning over the table, wiggling her cute butt towards the hallway. The pair of pink panties were around her ankles, stretched tight by a wide stance.

On the walk over, he pulled off his pants with the quick release, letting his eyes devour the familiar invitation. Her dark, girlish folds were glistening; a dollop of arousal was already trailing its way halfway down her leg. Now at full mast, Jack compared his impressive erection to her slender frame.

How did she always find space to fit him?

Nadia turned her head to look back at him. "What's the hold-up back there?" She purred.

"Just admiring the view before I make a mess," he winked back. "I think I'll have to punish you for that little deception."

Jack caught her face break into a greedy smile as she turned back to face forward.

He gave her entrance a customary tap, lubricating the tip of his cock with her fluids. Pushing forward, he watched his shaft slowly disappear into her folds. An incredible warmth engulfed him, a vice-grip of wet muscle and flesh that stretched around his impressive anatomy.

It was a familiar place. A tight hole that he abused most mornings before work, and evenings after dinner. There were also times in between: writing emails, making meals, scrolling through his fuck requests -- their hips were practically glued together whenever they were both home.

Jack couldn't waste another second. He stepped back, then slammed his full length between her legs, the force nearly knocking her off the table. She let out a sharp, desperate gasp, her fingers bent against the table as her head snapped back. The wet clapping of skin on wet skin echoed through the kitchen.

Her tiny waist felt fragile in his grip, but she was used to being manhandled. No matter how rough he violated her nubile body, it continued to twitch and leak in all the right places. Jack kept the sturdy, brutal pace, and she gripped him like a glove too small for his hand. Her desperate whines pitched up with every thrust, especially after he wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed.

Not breaking his rhythm, he slowly walked her through the balcony door until they were fucking in the morning glory. Jack tore off what remained of Nadia's top and pressed her against the railing to give anyone below a good show.

To Jack's surprise, his other neighbour, Ms. Norton, was already lounging in the sunrise. Her voluptuous curves were shrouded by a silk robe and a pale girl whose head worked diligently between her legs.

She greeted him with a raised teacup and saucer; her eyes covered by a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Good morning Mr. Thompson, out for a morning constitution, I see?" She addressed him; a faint English accent slipped through.

Jack smiled back, but kept his concentration on forcing his hips harder into Nadia's loosening folds. The drippings from their wet slapping were starting to rain onto the balcony floor, and Nadia was unravelling at the tiny heads gazing up from four stories below.

"Fuck me! -ah- Harder! Breed me with your big white cock!" She cried, calling out over the railing.

Ms. Norton laughed and pulled the kneeling young woman's lips off her equally soaked pussy.

"Oh, my. The mouth on her! Pay no attention to that language, my dear." She patted the girl's short black hair warmly.

The girl in question, a pale, tired thing, was wearing the remnants of a wrinkled school skirt on top of an assortment of whip marks and punishment welts. Her white wrists were branded with the indents of soft restraints and a deep purple consent band. She looked dazed; no doubt drunk off a full night of experimentation and abuse by a woman decades her senior.

"Yes, Mistress," the girl breathed, looking up at her with a hazy smile.

Jack was often a guest at the High School Art Teacher's apartment, especially when she needed an impressive male assistant to help train her more eager students.

Perhaps he could teach the young girl something, or at least show her what to look forward to one day. He focused his thrusts into the upper right on the inside of Nadia's womb, sending the tiny girl into a meltdown of pleasure.

Nadia's inner walls suddenly clamped down tighter, matching her iron grip around the railings. She let out a high-pitched whine that echoed to the street below, causing a few passer-by to glance up. Her petite frame shuddered as she climaxed in the morning light.

The sheer intensity of her clenching orgasm pulsed around Jack's cock and milked out his seed with a fury of thrusts. He could feel more of his warm mess flow out with each dying penetration, and when it finally stopped, he pulled out to let the dam break.

A white stream of thick cum and arousal spilled onto the balcony.

Nadia's legs shook as she leaned against the balcony railing, her mocha skin flushed with a deep, satisfied crimson. Jack gave her tiny butt a hard slap, but instead of a yelp, another torrent of seed dripped out from her gaping pussy.

He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her onto the lounger so they could catch their breath together.

"You always loosen me up too much; I can't keep anything inside!" Nadia panted. She used one hand to shovel the remaining spunk back into herself. "Next time, use my ass."

Jack chuckled and brushed some dishevelled hair away from her face. To the right, Ms. Norton was still regaining her own vigour.

"Lovely show you two. Talia, my dear, do you see? There is beauty everywhere; it is only a matter of opening your eyes," she lectured.

The schoolgirl sat on the floor next to the lounger, her face flushed and wet. Jack could see her impressive breasts more clearly now, along with the set of black bar nipple piercings that shimmered with her panting. In beautiful cursive ink, depraved messages dotted her pale skin; the most notable being the words "Pussy Lover" above her breasts crossed out for "Cock Lover".

A litter of black smudges dotted Ms. Norton's upper thigh and crotch; the same shade as the girl's ruined lipstick and eyeliner

"What do we say to Mr. Thompson and Ms. Farid for such a wonderful performance?" Ms. Norton sang.

The young girl straightened up onto her knees and addressed the pair with a sway of her magnificent tits.

"Thank you for showing me how a real man treats a woman," she recited calmly. "Please, use my pussy, mouth, or ass to your liking as gratitude for your enlightening lesson.

She stared at Jack and spread her neglected folds wide. A tiny string of clear arousal dripped onto the balcony floor. Her brash, shameless nature clashed with what was usually expected of someone with her age and experience.

Nadia felt Jack's cock twitch at the young slut's request. She smiled and bounced up onto the separating railing.

"What a cutie!" She beamed; her bubbly attitude was finally awakened. "What do you feel like having?" Nadia turned back to Jack with a coy grin.

It was hard for younger women to impress him; over the years, he struggled with tapering his strength when handling crechlings and high school students. He found the college experience really helped most women finally appreciate his rough style.

The pale student definitely had some potential. The way she smiled and pressed her large breasts together certainly added fuel to his fire.

"Sure, let's see what those tits can do," he said while leaning back onto the lounger.

Nadia squealed and shook her hands together in excitement. She was always good at sharing.

"Come on!" She said to the kneeling girl. "We'll meet you through the visitors' door!"

Ms. Norton leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Go wash up so you can play," she purred. "But be sure to be back by noon so your mom can pick you up."

The busty girl rose from her knees and pulled the skirt latch to let it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of the heap and strode back into the apartment naked. A faint smile appeared at the sides of her mouth.

Ms. Norton stood up next with a lazy stretch; the silk robe slipped off her shoulders and landed back on the cooling lounger. Jack's member twitched again at the sight of her generous curves and swaying breasts.

"Give her another twenty minutes, would you?" She said, giving the space between her fingers a wet tongue wag, "I need to make sure she's thoroughly scrubbed down."

Ms. Norton winked at the pair and disappeared through the balcony door.

Jack didn't even need to gesture to his regenerated erection; the bright green band around his wrist told Nadia everything she needed to know.

His neighbour sat up with a giggle and shuffled down the lounger for a more comfortable spot over his crotch. She gave the drying cock a few saliva-soaked strokes, then devoured the thick rod down to the hilt.

Jack leaned back with his hands behind his head and let Nadia bob effortlessly; her gag reflex had long been trained away.

"You know, I usually prefer more experienced girls. Being gentle with high school chicks gets exhausting," Jack droned.

Nadia unsheathed her throat and swallowed the mess of saliva with a loud slurp. She gave Jack's swollen rod a lazy handjob; her palm slid over the glistening head in a slow, gentle pace.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright with energy; a stray thread of drool clung to the corner of her mouth as she spoke.

"Oh, I know the type, but she doesn't seem like one of them; I can tell," she panted. "Not every girl can take a package of your size. Lucky for you, I had lots of training in Uni!"

Jack raised his head and looked down at her. "Remind me again; cheerleader?"

Nadia smiled back at the unintended compliment; her stroking quickened, the sound of slick skin grew.

"Thanks, but I'm not nearly coordinated enough for that," she said with a hint of blush in her cheeks. "I was a Uni Residence Assistant! I had the privilege of personally tending to a whole dormitory of horny freshmen"

"Honestly, sounds like a chore," Jack sighed.

Nadia ignored him as her jerking accelerated, a common quirk for the frequently hyperactive girl.

"I miss it sometimes; it was so fun feeling the exact moment those high school kids finally figured out they could really do anything to me." She beamed, talking past Jack. "Think of it, most people start with their friends and family first. There is always that little voice in your head worried you'll be judged for what you like."

She looked at Jack for a response, but he was leaning back in ecstasy. The common sight of her tiny, manicured fingers frantically working his swollen cock never got old.

"Then you go away for school and puff!" Her brisk stroking had become wet, but she barely noticed Jack's subdued grunts. "Suddenly you don't care what other people think; you realize it's all about having fun and letting those depraved desires run free!"

Nadia leaned in and stared at Jack, stopping the jerking to focus her thumb on the crown of his cock. She applied firm, circular pressure, making sure to mind her painted nails off his sensitive head.

"I was very good at helping them express themselves," she grinned, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

Jack moaned and bucked his hips, shooting a torrent of thick stings into the air and over the railing. Nadia caressed his rod and timed her last strokes to maximize his pleasure.

"What did you study again?" Jack breathed, calming his chest.

Nadia shook her head; he certainly wasn't boyfriend material, but that didn't stop him from being useful.

"I swear, you don't listen to a word I say." She leaned in and licked up the spots of cum on his inner thigh. "You're lucky that cock of yours tastes so good."

"Kinesiology." She said after a quick gulp.

Jack let out a sincere chuckle that warmed her ears.

"Of course, no wonder you're so good with those hands. But I wonder how well you can handle mine?"

Without warning, he lunged over and caught her around the waist, hoisting her petite frame over his shoulder like a sack of flour. The sudden whiplash of movement over the fourth-story balcony sent a flutter of adrenaline to her stomach. She screeched out a tide of yelps and giggles as she struggled against his snug grip.

*Thwack*

Jack's palm connecting with her ass cheek had echoed off the balcony walls. The impact sent a shiver up her spine, leaving a warm buzz that made her back arch and her mouth gasp. She turned her head over to catch his sideways gaze.

"Alright, let's get ready for our little guest," he teased.

Nadia blew a few stray hairs away with a puff of breath, but couldn't maintain the fake anger. Her face broke into a devious smile.

"Oh, let me go grab my strap-on!"

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