Before long, I was standing outside, in front of the FUP Administration building I had entered just about an hour ago, a light sweat sheen having found its way onto my olive skin. From the sun and its abrasive heat or from the invigorating sexual sensation of what I had just experienced? I had no idea, not that it particularly mattered. I had done it. I had really done it, before the sun could even set on my 21st birthday. 

With one last look at the building, I began walking as I stared down at the “Provider Starter Pack” the woman at the register, whose name I now knew was Shanti, handed me after vetting Leon’s approving notes. I pursed through the pack with clinical focus, noting the essentials that the administration thought would be important in making use of my recently earned FUP permit. Or of others making use of my FUP permit, I thought to myself, with a sly smile. The idea of being used anytime, anywhere, anyhow. It… it turned me on like nothing else. I wasn’t given this hand-sculpted body for nothing. I would put it to use, I thought, the warm tingling feeling returning to my lower abdomen and groin area.

The first thing I saw in the starter pack was a small collection of flavored, ribbed condoms. That’s a no-brainer, I suppose. At least they consider my enjoyment too, I thought, pursing through the various flavors and curved, raised, and grooved rubbers. But… lemon? Seriously?

The next thing I saw was a three-by-four tab of 100% assurance birth control pills. Another no-brainer, in the event I was interested in getting my womb filled up and made the choice to have my pussy flooded with sperm as I get pounded ruthlessly without any stoppi-- okay, maybe I’m getting a little too ahead of myself, I laughed with a red blush. I continued walking before I paused, laughing again, an ugly belly laugh that anyone walking by would have raised an eyebrow to, having recalled that I technically wouldn’t be the one making that choice. It would be the decision of whoever was using me. The warm bloom in my stomach only grew, a trickle of my aforementioned sweat trickling down my ever so slightly pulsating labia. Either way, I’d be enjoying it, that’s for sure.

The last two things I saw were inarguably the most important. First, I saw my FUP permit, containing my provider information. It didn’t have anything useless like my address, signature, or stupid organ donor status. It did have some… other pertinent information however… as I looked to the right of my permit picture, a high-definition image that did surprisingly well to capture my tan skin, prominent beauty mark, perched nose, big, brown eyes, and the dimples I loved. 

Name: Marzanna (Mara) da Cunha                                    Ethnicity: Latin(a), Brazilian

Age: 21                                                                               Permit Acquired: 6/22/24

Breasts: 34D                   Ass: 38’ circumference

Waist: 24’           Rank: Novice

Finally, I saw the plaque that would track my provider record, its metallic heft sitting primly on my palm. The upwards-facing green triangle and downwards-facing red triangle, alongside the shiny LED screen with the number [000] displayed on it, were even brighter from close up. In the reflection of the screen, I saw my face, my resolve having only grown, as I placed the plaque on the upper right corner of my top, the adhesive on the back holding it in place, resting comfortably right above my right areola and nipple.

Well, having sorted that out, I had some thinking to do. What now? I was so caught up in the excitement that I completely forgot to plan what I’d do after receiving the permit. Well, if there was one day to forgive myself for being slightly shortsighted, I suppose today would be the day. I put the starter pack items back into the bag they came in and looked up from the plaque on my chest. I had found myself about 10 minutes from the administration building, my aimless walking as I went through my new belongings having brought me to a relatively busy street, an assortment of boutiques, cafes, and clothing stores, filling my sight.

Well… I should treat myself, right? It is my birthday after all. I guess there are two things worth commemorating today. Let a girl ball out from time to time! 

I made my way to the second closest clothing store to where I was standing, the laced corset visible on the mannequin through the shop’s rose-tinted windows having caught my eye. Plus… there has to be someone who’s gonna be in need of a FUP provider in there, right?

When I was inside, my eyes quickly drifted to the lingerie corner, a lightbulb going off in my head. I did need to expand my lingerie assortment after all, especially if I wanted to be the level of accommodating provider I was gunning to be. With my assets I knew, a little bit of sexiness would go a long way. Once in the section, I made a quick mental list of items I’d need to acquire, including two lacy, floral thongs, at least one strapless neck collar, and lastly a handful of g-strings, to allow for ease of access. The thought of a pair of hands slowly pulling the g-string to the side, parting the channel for a tongue to explore my vaginal cavity as my juices flow freely took over my mind. That’s settled then! I head over to the section in the back-right corner of the store, taking a look around the colorful, multi-sized, multitude of styles around me.

A voice rang out behind me.

“Need any help?”

I did a quick do-over of the employee who had posed the question to me. He stared at me at my eye level, his light blue eyes staring deep into mine. A head full of wavy brown surfer-boy hair topped his 5’8 frame. We were the same height, not that I cared. He had an attractive face, skin just a tad lighter than mine, a chiseled nose, and killer eyebrows, contributing to an overall complete, well-maintained look. I read the nametag on his brown and white checkered flannel. Brian. At the same time, he very clearly took in the plaque, resting on the corner of my top, angled up at a nearly 45-degree angle due to being pushed by my boobs under the top.

Mara, this could be it. Your first-ever service! I crossed my fingers behind my back, hope filling my chest.

“I’d love some help! I actually already have in mind what I’m looking for. Would you be able to bring out some thongs, strapless neck collars, and g-strings?” I said, with a wink.

“No problem ma’am!” He replied, doing a not-so-subtle up-and-down look at me, his gaze lingering on my hips, bust, and lips before he left to go into the back where the clothes were kept.

Brian quickly returned with an assortment of the various pieces of lingerie I asked for, in all different styles, colors, designs, and sizes. The volume was overwhelming, and I honestly did not know how I would make a choice from all of them. Before I could ask how I should begin sorting through the assortment before me, I felt Brian’s hand on my right shoulder. The look in his eyes didn’t need clarification. I was right! Thank the gods, I was right!

Not needing to be told twice, I dropped to my knees. Brian seemed just as eager as me, as he began undoing his belt and bringing down his pants before I could even fully get settled on the hardwood floor of the store, the sensation of the cold floor doing little to mitigate that ever-present heat permeating through my body. It was finally happening! 

I quickly looked down to readjust my top, pulling it down just enough such that the upper half of my nipples and areolas were visible. For my first time providing, I needed to do as good of a job as possible, and part of that was not hiding the eye candy that was my body. By the time I was done readjusting and looked up, Brian’s penis was already out, in a just more than flaccid state. The shaft had a complexion just slightly darker than the rest of his skin, leading into a plump, prominent, helmet-shaped cock tip. He was well groomed, with barely any hair on the shaft or groin, just how I liked it. His most prominent feature thus far was his low-hanging ball sack, carrying two large testes, evidently backed up and roiling in subtle movement at the sight of the vixen on her knees in front of him.

Jesus, they were big. Must be a while since he’s cum. Poor thing. No wonder we’re doing this! Okay Mara, make sure to make it memorable for him.

I leaned forward, bringing my head closer to his tip, giving a quick, tantalizing lick to his exposed frenulum. I traced my tongue down his shaft, bringing it to the balls that I just couldn’t ignore. I took his right testicle into my mouth before pulling my head back slightly, giving a pleasurable tug to his ballsack, as I took my left hand and placed it at the base of his shaft before ever so slowly beginning to stroke. The taste was manly. I couldn’t put my finger on the flavor but I found I quite liked it. A quick look upwards confirmed my skill, Brian’s head tilted backward in pleasure as he used his right hand and firmly gripped my right breast, his fingers exploring my cleavage.

It didn’t take long for him to be fully erect, the cock having grown significantly in my hand as I continued satisfying his balls. I pulled away to see the result of my work thus far, and I was pleasantly surprised. Brian was a grower for sure, his shaft having grown from just less than two and a half inches in length to just under seven, the girth having swelled as well from just under four inches in girth to just less than five. Long, for sure, that much was obvious. The downward curve was the cherry on the top, perfect for throating. It was less thick than I would have liked, as a girth girly myself, but I wasn’t complaining. Not to mention the now visible veins on his shaft, throbbing with a light hum, as if begging for orgasmic release. Fuck, it looks delicious.

In the background, I heard a chime coming from the entrance of the store, indicating the entry of another customer. I paid it no mind.

Wasting no time, I took his now much fatter, engorged, erect cock head into my mouth, my tongue running back and forth along the frenulum, as I began taking more and more of his shaft into my mouth. With it now lubricated with my spit, the back and forth became much easier as I maneuvered my mouth left and right, looking for the angle that would allow me to take his length as deep as I possibly could. I got about four inches in before the instinctive gag reflex came up. Come on Mara, you can do better!

“Fuck. You’re a pro. I could stand here all day.” Brian said, in a resigned, lax, pleasure-ridden tone.

“Fan- fank- Thanks! Ips- it’s mi- my plefur- pleasure! Ou- you ab- have a rat- great cock!” I barely eeked out, the cock in my mouth making it understandably difficult to fully enunciate every word as it explored my mouth with no remorse.

Fuck Brian. Make me your oral princess. 

Brian then took his free left hand and placed it on the back of my head before slightly bringing my head towards him, allowing me to take an extra two inches in my mouth, his tip now hugging the back of my throat, as the spittle surrounding his shaft began pouring onto my breasts, having seeped through my top. Screw it. I pulled my top down, its top edge now resting on my waist and thighs, fully revealing my ample, perky, tan boobs. During all of this, I was acutely aware of Brian’s throbbing member in my mouth. It was obvious he was getting close to finish--

“Oh- wha-”

Before I could finish my eyes went wide, as I felt a hand touch the small of my back before moving to my right ass cheek, lifting me slightly and pushing me forward. I was now on all fours, with my hands supporting my weight, my back perched, parallel to the ground, Brian’s cock still in my mouth. The hand that put me in this position hadn’t been his.

Looks like I couldn’t ignore the door’s chime after all.

The hand of the recent entry to the store lifted my skirt, revealing my damp yellow thong and shapely, prim, toned yet appropriately fat behind. It took less than five seconds before my thong was pulled down to my feet, exposing my wet, glistening pussy lips. Brian’s cock was still in my mouth, his two hands held my head and hair in place as I polished his knob, and as a result, I could not even look back to see the person who had joined our fiasco. I didn’t care though. In this case, two was better than one. The exploring hand that had undressed me made its intentions very clear and I didn’t mind one bit.

I felt the wide head of a penis running up and down my slit, not entering. The teasing was making me lose my mind, and I couldn’t even voice my frustration as Brian gave little room for me to speak, as his thrusting gained both speed and ferocity, intent on staking its claim to my mouth and throat, which experienced a subtle yet enjoyable, building soreness. More proof I was doing a great job.

At this point, I could swear I had flowed a veritable bucket of wetness from my pussy, the natural lubrication an indication of my desire.

“fus-Just guc-fuck m- me alr-already!” I managed to miraculously squeeze out, as I begged.

“Take this fucking dick,” the man behind me said, in a broadly Middle Eastern accent.

The penis finally penetrated my orifice, entering. I felt its presence in its entirety as it found refuge in my pussy. He was thick. Very thick. From what I felt, he was average in length, hovering around five inches but must have been at least six inches of girth. 

É incrível. Nada melhor. Fuck. Mais, mais, me dê mais!

One cock in my mouth and one in my pussy. The FUP permit is a superpower, I didn’t even have to ask! My thoughts and reflections at the moment were far and few between, my mind filled and overwhelmed with carnal pleasure at my body being used indiscriminately. The blooming warmth in my stomach was now a fiery volcano, erupting in passion and simulation, the embers traveling to my increasingly pleasured pussy. The man’s girth was putting in an overtime shift, tugging against and rubbing on my G-spot on every thrust. 

The sounds of gagging, spit bubbles forming and popping, and a rhythmic, ball slapping, and clapping of the man behind me’s thighs on my lower ass reverberated through the store.

“Ye-yes. Ple-plea-please don-don’t st-stop. Fu-fuck me. Ow-own t-thi-this puz-ps-pussy.”

“My-my mouff-mouth an-and pzz- pus-pussy, i- it’s a-al-all yours.”

I knew I was getting closer. Fuck, I can’t believe it. My first ever free-use orgasm. The two men were too, the throbbing pulsation hinting at a massive impending unloading of sperm and semen present on both my tongue and in my vaginal canal, whether I wanted it or not. It didn’t matter that I did. 

And I barely had to do anything. Being a provider, it was… it was everything I wanted and more.

This… this was… a dream. No.

No… it wasn’t. 

It wasn’t a dream. It was more...

It was a dream come true.