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“Sooo… what are everyone’s kinks?” It was that time of the night. The group of friends had started to drink a few hours ago, and the witching hour of sharing drunken secrets had begun. The shy young girl sitting quietly at the kitchen island takes a sip from her glass, trying to hide and evade the open question. With her are two couples, friends she’s had for a while, and an older man who she had just met tonight.

Peering past the glass, she looks at the newcomer. He’s playing with a coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It falls into the palm of his hand, and she watches it disappear into his firm grip. She admires his toned forearms while he makes a small circle with his wrist. The fist opens. The coin is gone. Confused, she glances up to his face. He’s already looking at her - watching while he performed his trick. He smiles and winks, and she quickly averts her eyes.

“This guy is crazy good at guessing people’s kinks. He’s like a psychic for freaky sex stuff.” Her friend gestures at the near stranger. “Come on, show them.”

“Well, I know you’re into somnophilia - sex with people who are asleep, or near it.” The group burst into laughter. His partner chimes in: “It’s true! He’s better than an alarm clock!”

The man chooses the partner as his next target. “Consensual non-consent. But on the softer side.” More uproarious laughter from the group. She smacks her partner on his shoulder, “Oh my god, did you tell him?!” Defensive, he responds “No, I didn’t, I swear! The man’s just a fucking wizard!”

Next, he turns his attention to the other couple. He hesitates, looking back and forth between the two. “BDSM, both of you. Specifically restraints. And you’re both switchy.” The couple is shocked and entertained. “That’s… oddly specific… and very correct…”

The crowd is laughing, gasping for air. Everybody except the shy girl. She tries to make herself as small as possible, as if the man will somehow miss her if she stays perfectly still. She’s painfully aware of her braless chest and her earlier decision to wear a thin sundress. Her heart drops as her friends insist the man read her next. “You’ve known us for a while, but can you do it on someone you just met?”

“She’s such an innocent girl, what’s her kink? Holding hands? Kissing with tongue?” Her friends tease her relentlessly, invigorated by the conversation and the booze. There’s no way he can know. She prays. It’s just a trick, he doesn’t know. Her body stiffens as if for impact. She looks into his stormy eyes, as if pleading please don’t tell them.

“Free use.”

Her head spins and she blushes deeply, heart pounding like a terrified little animal. She can barely hear her friends loudly chattering around her. “No way.” “I could see it.” “Is he right?” One friend asks: “What’s free use?”

The man puts down his soda water and steps around the island, closer the the quiet girl. He explains softly. “Free use is when somebody wants to let people have sex with them whenever they want. She wants to be groped, or touched, or fucked; completely on the whims of the other person.” He’s so close to her now, almost standing behind her. “Sort of like a sex toy, used for pleasure. She has no boundaries.”

As he speaks his hand rises up to her chest and cups her small breasts. Completely unfazed by the public nature of this act, he gropes her supple body through the soft fabric. Her friends are all laughing, incredulous that she wouldn’t immediately pull away from his invasive touch. “You’re going to let this guy feel you up? You met him a few hours ago! Are you really that much of a slut?”

Slut. That word hits her hard. She’s frozen in place now. Excitement fueled by curiosity buzzes throughout the room, except for the man touching her. He is perfectly calm and nonchalant, as if what he was doing to her was the most normal thing in the world. “But is she really free use?” The voyeurs ask.

The man takes his hands off her chest and steps behind her. “I’ll prove it. What kind of underwear do you think a free use girl would wear?” They guess wildly: Crotchless? Something with lace? A red thong? “No, a free use slut like her wouldn’t wear anything at all.” He lifts up her dress, a grand reveal of her bare pussy. Cleanly shaven that morning (just in case) and soaking wet from the man’s attention.

Her mind fizzles. Did he make my panties disappear? She stands there, exposed in front of five people, trying to get her thoughts straight. She has a moment of composure and remembers No, I took them off in the bathroom earlier, after they introduced me to him. Magic isn’t real.

Wordlessly, his hand moves to her crotch and he puts two fingers in her needy pussy. She’s stunned by his boldness, and that she’s able to take the fingers so easily. The two couples are talking amid themselves. “It’s always the quiet ones.” “I knew it all along.” “Ah, I still think she would tap out at some point, that’s not really free use.” His hands fuck her while they talk.

After a few minutes, he takes his hand away and puts it on her back. He pushes her forward, bending her over the island. They’re still talking, drunkenly arguing about the finer points and the criteria of the kink. The older man has no interest in such discussions. The clink of his belt, a button, a zipper.

In one smooth movement he takes out his hard cock and pushes his full length into her cunt. She interrupts the conversation with a high pitched moan. All eyes are back on her now. He starts to fuck her.

“Okay, well, fair enough. I think that qualifies.” The man’s thighs smack into her petite ass with each thrust. “So much for being the innocent one.” The man’s hands return to her sensitive nipples. “I can’t believe she’s such a slut.” He fucks her harder.

Slut. That word again. She holds onto it like a prize. Years of longing for that title. Nobody could dispute it now. She was a dirty little slut, getting her needy pussy fucked by an older man while everyone is watching.

The man continues to talk with her friends as he uses her. He shares a bit about the nuances of the kink. “Some girls are for personal use. Like property. They have a dom who takes care of them. One person who uses them whenever they feel like it. A personal fucktoy.” He continues, speaking with absolute authority. “Other girls are for anybody to use. Whoever wants to fuck her, can. Like a public service.” His cock still pumping into her. “Do you know which one you are, darling?”

She had asked herself that question alone in her room a million times. Hearing it spoken aloud was uncanny. She doesn’t have an answer for him. Up until tonight, everything was theory. Now she had been thrust into practical experience, and her cum- and liquor- drunk brain can barely parse the question. She mumbles incoherently:

“Uh? Use me?“

“Use your words, slut. Tell everyone what kind of cum dump you are.”

“I… uh… use me?”

“Ah, she’s too dumb from getting fucked to answer. It doesn’t matter to me anyways.”

He lifts up her dress further. Past her stomach, exposing her chest, it wraps around her head and is pulled off. Discarded on the table next to the bottle, she is now completely naked. Everyone else is still clothed, even the man using her pussy. He pulls her torso up close to him to show off her sexy body to the people watching. His powerful thrusts pound into her g spot. One hand teases her clit, the other reaches up to her neck. He squeezes tight around her throat, arm pressed into her sternum. The firm grip lets him fuck her as hard as he wants.

The rough sex overwhelms her young body. Her mind has gone completely blank. There could be nobody watching her or a thousand, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is the truth of her pussy finally being used the way she always knew it needed. The man pushes her back onto the island. He manhandles her, swinging her legs up so she is facing him, gripping onto her thighs. He keeps fucking her.

She looks down to see his cock pounding her. Another moment of clarity and she realizes everyone else can see it too. Everyone can see him using my pussy. Taking his thick cock all the way inside of me. Obediently getting fucked like a good girl. She exercises her new freedom by rubbing furiously at her clit. This is what a slut does. She takes cock whenever and wherever. She rubs herself so everyone can see she enjoys being a whore. That’s what a slut does. That’s what I’m doing.

The older man smiles at the slutty little girl wrapped around his cock. He has such a nice smile. I’m so lucky to get used by him. He’s so fucking hot. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Hanging off him, he can fuck her even harder. She kisses him, and is relieved when he kisses her back. They play with each other’s tongues and enjoy the moment.

He’s building to climax. He pushes her back down onto the island so everyone can see. Gripping her neck, he squeezes so hard she almost passes out - but he releases for just a moment to keep her conscious. This is repeated. She has to stay awake, so she can see everyone watching her.

He starts to cum. “Breed… me…” She whispers. She can barely speak as he chokes her, but she forces the words through her lips. He has to know what she’s good for. Everybody has to know. He breaks his stoic character and moans as her pussy is stuffed with his cock and cum. The feeling is too much for her. She follows close behind him, cumming along with the stranger.

Afterwards, the three couples sit around the island and finish their drinks. Still naked, her dress is abandoned on the counter. It would just get in the way, and besides she has nothing to hide. As the quiet girl sits in his lap and listens to them talk, she’s struck by an unusual feeling of normalcy. She hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is surprised or hurt or even thinks anything of it. Why would they? She’s a slut. What else would you expect?

She feels his cock twitch again, and she offers herself up: “Do you want to use me again? Or maybe I can suck your cock, sir?” The group laughs at her proud, open suggestions. Not quite the quiet, shy girl she was just an hour ago. The older man smiles and rubs her back.

“It’s getting late, sweetheart, and I shouldn’t overstay my welcome. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home with me.”

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