She stormed down the street, a steady stream of curses coming from her mouth. He stood at the top of their duplex’s porch, watching her go. When they got married she had only one rule: No residents or citizens. She understood free users, even enjoyed them herself from time to time. They were little more than masturbation aids, a perk for citizens to enjoy, like free public transit or lower tax rates.

But to chase after that slut, a simple resident at that, she couldn’t abide. He said they were in love, that she was going to go free use so she could get her citizenship and they could get married. Fine she thought to herself, she would give him his divorce. But she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction for free.

An upside of modern society she found was divorce was a simple process. A few inputs, a request sent via email and a few days later her divorce was approved and as expected he moved right into the hussy’s house. She waited a week before driving by, curious to see what he had traded.

She was in many ways the opposite of her. Rather than her tall, curvy but fit frame with her long blonde hair and blue eyes, the new woman was petite, and while her face was pretty in that generic sort of way, she had almost no chest or ass, barely even a curve at the hip. Her brown hair was cut in a pixie style and her brown eyes had the look of someone perpetually confused. She knew her height had always been an unspoken hangup for him. They were practically the same height, and in her favorite heels towered over most men.

It took over a month but sure enough she finally saw it, the silver free user medallion around her delicate neck. She waited another week. While what she was doing was completely legal, and in her mind justified, she wanted to let her get use to the concept of being a true free user. And so she continued to follow, watching as she went about her errands, giving a blowjob in a grocery store aisle, being fucked in the parking lot while her ex husband helped spit roast her, and even eating another woman’s pussy on a park bench.

Finally she decided it was time. So mid morning she pulled on her spandex running shorts, shoes and sports bra and started running. She knew people were staring at her as she deftly darted through the throngs of people, her round ass and giant tits moving in rhythm. Men and women alike took in the amazing sight as sweat begin to shine on her fair skin, her breath still steady as she moved block after block. Then finally she saw her, walking down the street in a simple gray dress, holding two bags of groceries. Back to the bastard to play house. She slowed down, stopping right in front of her. The hussy looked up at the blonde amazon in front of her, a look of realization growing on her face as she recognized who it was.

Holding up her citizen bracelet she pointed to the stoop of a nearby walk up. “Sit down and face the street.”

She looked scared, to her delight. Rules were strict regarding what acts a citizen could perform with a free users, but similarly rules on denying a citizen were also strict. She could see the choices running through her mind, but finally she gave up, shuffling over to the stoop and sitting down, groceries nearby.

She walked up to her and turned around, peeling the sweaty running shorts down to her thighs. No underwear, she hated them. She could see several people slowing down to watch, public free use was common and encouraged, but rarely with a woman who looked like her she knew. She seized the smaller woman’s hair in a tight grip, and yanked her mouth to her pussy.

“Get licking,” she growled, gyrating her hips to create friction on her face. Slowly, her tongue came out, as she began to submissively lick her pussy. The taller woman groaned, pushing back harder, feeling the tongue beginning to invade her pussy. She began to grind up and down, feeling the tongue beginning to move from her pussy to her taint to her ass cheeks, forcing her to inhale and taste the heavy smell of her sweat from her run. It didn’t take long, the domination of the tiny tart was thrilling and she moved forward before turning to face her, hand still latched firmly in her hair.

Yanking backwards, she pulled her head back into her cunt, grinding even harder, and with a grunt came, spraying her with her pussy juices. As she finished, she let go and looked down. “Oh yah girl, you’re going to be fun.”

Without a second thought, she pulled her running shorts back up and jogged off, leaving the stunned woman still on her haunches, the taste and smell of her boyfriend’s ex wife’s sweat and pussy still in her nostrils.

If she thought that the free use sex with her boyfriend’s ex was a one time thing, that hope was dashed the next day as she left an upscale department store where his charge card had received a good workout in the lingerie aisle. Again the towering blonde stood there, statuesque in a black pinstripe suit and heels. “At least she isn’t sweaty this time,” she thought as the woman pushed her against the building wall and down to her knees.

What she wasn’t expecting was when her zipper slid down was a giant dildo in a harness falling out, slapping her on the forehead. Before she could fully process the curvy blonde seized her head and shoved the rubber cock into her mouth, nearly gagging her. She felt it hold for a second then she was thrusting, touching the back of her throat in rapid thrusts that made her saliva go haywire, spit collecting at the side of mouth. Finally she relented, pulling out and letting her collapse forward to gasp for air. She had barely recovered before the woman was slapping her cheeks with it.

She pulled the free user up by her armpits, pausing only to check if she was wearing panties. Like most free users she didn’t, it was pointless and they usually ended up ripped anyways. Reaching under her thighs she effortlessly picked up the smaller woman and impaled her onto the dildo. She couldn’t help it and gave a deep moan of pleasure as she was filled by the massive fake cock. She had never felt this full, the built in bend rubbing across her clit and touching her g-spot perfectly.

Without a word the larger woman began bouncing her up and down, shoving the strap-on as deep as it could get as the woman on it went from passive to active participant. She groaned, she gasped, she gyrated her hips for every bit of contact and finally, she swore as an orgasm ripped through her. Burying her face in the woman’s shoulder she cried out repeatedly as each follow on stroke triggered a fresh wave of bliss.

Finally she slowed down and stopped there, holding the small woman gently as her orgasm subsided and she panted from the exertion. Sliding the toy out, she looked down at her as the smaller woman looked up at her with a tired adoration.

“I’m going to find you each and every day you’re free use,” she whispered, “and I’m going to fuck you so senseless that by the time you’re done, nothing than bastard does will feel like anything.”

The free user looked at her, passion and fear mixing. She knew as a free user she didn’t have a choice, but if she kept fucking her like that, she wasn’t sure she would ever find someone better. So all she could do was nod. With a wicked smile returning to the taller woman’s mouth she said, “turn around and spread your ass cheeks, I still have one more hole to deal with.”