**Public Free Use**

I’d known the rules of the world since I was old enough to fuck. Free use wasn’t just accepted—it was expected. Everywhere, anytime, anyone could take what they wanted. It didn’t matter if it was a crowded street or a quiet park; if you saw something you liked, you could have it.

And I liked Robert.

He was my neighbor, tall and broad with thick arms that I’d fantasized about being pinned under more than once. I’d watched him through my window, shirtless in his yard, sweat dripping down his chest while he worked. Today, though, I didn’t just watch.

I waited until he was outside, bent over his bike, adjusting something on the chain. The street was busy—people walking, cars passing—but that didn’t stop me. Rules were rules.

I sauntered up behind him, my shorts already damp with anticipation. His ass looked perfect in those jeans, tight and round, begging to be touched. I didn’t waste time. I grabbed his hips and pressed my body against him, my hard cock grinding into the curve of his ass.

Robert froze for a second, then glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh. It’s you.”

I grinned. “Yeah. It’s me.”

His lip twitched, a smirk forming. Then he straightened up, towering over me, his dark eyes trailing down my body. He didn’t ask what I wanted. He didn’t have to.

With one rough hand, he cupped the back of my neck and yanked me into a kiss. His tongue shoved into my mouth, hot and demanding, fingers tangling in my hair. I groaned into it, my hands already fumbling for his belt. His cock was thick and hard under the denim, straining against the zipper. I wasted no time—I pulled it free, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, already slick with pre-cum.

Robert smirked against my lips. “Fucking desperate, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer. Just dropped to my knees right there on the sidewalk, the rough concrete digging into my skin. People walked past—some glanced, some ignored us. That’s how it was.

And then his cock was in my mouth.

I took him deep, my throat opening up as he pushed in, his fingers tightening in my hair. He didn’t go slow. Just thrust hard, fucking my face right there in the open, his balls slapping against my chin. I gagged around him, spit dripping down my chin, my own cock throbbing in my shorts.

“Fuck, your mouth’s tight,” he growled, hips rocking faster.

I let him use me, my nose pressing into the rough curls at the base of his cock with every thrust. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, trying to steady myself as he fucked deeper. The sounds were filthy—wet sucking, his rough groans, the occasional murmur of passing strangers.

I wasn’t even surprised when someone else stopped behind me. A hand slid under my shirt, groping my chest, pinching my nipple. Someone else’s free use, taking what they wanted while Robert fucked my throat. I moaned around his cock, my hips bucking forward, needing friction.

But Robert wasn’t done with me yet.

He pulled out of my mouth, a string of spit still connecting us. “Turn around.”

I obeyed instantly, bracing myself against his bike, my ass in the air. He didn’t bother with prep—just spat into his palm and rubbed it over his cock before pressing the thick head against my hole.

“Fuck—” I gasped as he pushed in, my hole stretching around him. There was no easing in. He shoved himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust, making me cry out. The bike rattled under me as he started fucking me hard, his hips slamming into me, making my entire body rock forward.

It hurt, but that just made it better.

His hands dug into my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me. The slaps of skin on skin echoed, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. My cock was dripping, untouched and leaking onto the pavement.

A stranger reached down and grabbed my dick, stroking me roughly in time with Robert’s thrusts. I couldn’t even speak, just moaned like a desperate slut, my body used by whoever wanted me.

Robert growled, his pace getting even rougher. “Gonna fill you up, you fucking whore.”

I whimpered, my toes curling as his cock pistoned inside me. The stranger jerked me faster, my orgasm building dangerously quick.

Then Robert grunted, slamming into me one last time. I felt his cock pulse, hot cum flooding my ass as he came. The stranger’s hand twisted just right, and I exploded too, shooting thick ropes onto the ground beneath me.

Robert pulled out with a wet pop, cum dripping down my thighs. He smacked my ass, making me jolt. “Good little fuckhole.”

I could only pant, still bent over, wrecked and used just like I was meant to be. Around us, the world kept moving.

And when the next person decided they wanted a turn? I’d take that too.