A tale of how I 15F went from having a simple plan to be with my BF forever to being used, degraded, and offered up as entertainment in search of my forever home.
After that day we met up a few times in the car and I gave him oral. Tommy decided he was done and packed a bag telling me that he was going to visit his friends back in our hometown. It ended up being permanent as he never came home and blocked me on everything. I had to hire a lawyer to put an ad in the paper since we didn’t know where he was which drug out the divorce. Robert separated from his wife around the same time over issues between them. We officially started dating albeit quietly once he separated. I would go to his house, and we would make love as often as we could.
Everything was going good until my dad figured out, we were dating. He clamped down on me and wouldn’t let me out of the house except to go to work. They also basically took my entire check as babysitting fees. I just had enough for gas to get to work. Also, around this time Roberts wife was due with their child and was reaching back out to him. I felt bad and told him he should give it another try with her. He wasn’t really interested in that, but I could tell it was due to me being there.
I asked a guy from the warehouse out on a date to push Robert away and it worked. He was hurt but it was for the best. It was nothing serious, just a physical relationship and my dad eased up on me since he was not married like Robert. This guy John was a decent looking guy, more of the bad boy type. He had a temper and was quick to correct me if I did or said anything he didn't like. He would also just use me to get off, didn't really care if I enjoyed it or not and didn't care who seen me naked as long as he was the one tearing my clothes off. I was not allowed to talk to other guys or go places without him. It didn't take long to realize I traded one prison for another.
We had a vendor open house at work that all the office staff had to work that included tours, drinks, and finger foods. Robert was there and we kept looking at each other but kept our distance. During one of the tour times, I was left in the food room alone with the OM to clean up a bit when I felt him grab me from behind. He spun me around and kissed me. I was shocked and pushed him off me. I ran out and seen Robert there talking to a client. I asked to speak to him, and he gave me a funny look but said okay. I told him what happened and asked if he could stay close to make sure nothing else happened. He did as he promised and every time the OM started my way so did Robert.
On Roberts birthday his wife asked him for a divorce and left him for good. I asked him to meet up with me at the mall to talk so we could clear the air. My sister seen me at the mall with him as we walked around shopping and she told my dad which blew up my living situation. I left the other guy and went to Robert’s home to see if I could stay there for a few days. I moved in and we started officially dating. By this time, I was 19 and no one batted an eye to us. Robert had his kinks and I had mine, so we decided to explore them as they came up. Not much off limits. He tied me to the bed, took pictures before and after sex, I went to free use with him, and we had sex everywhere. He made me strip in public and started having me go without underwear everywhere. I was very brazen with flashing my tits as well as other parts of my body to other vehicles while we drove and in stores. I was now 135 pounds and started to fill in a bit and my breasts were now small to mid B cups, but I still never wore a bra unless it was a shelf bra. For the first time in my life, I was really getting looks from guys and hit on constantly when I was alone. This was a constant turn on.
Once his divorce and mine finalized we became an inseparable couple. We had a great sex life and had sex basically every day. We were so into each other, the only thing we didn’t try was bringing in another person to our sex life, but that was soon to change. I was reluctant to allow another woman to have sex with him as I was very jealous, and my self-esteem was still not in a good place.
Roberts best friend from college soon moved to our town from out of state with his wife. Larry was my BF age, 5’11” and probably around 200 pounds of muscle. He was dark complected, with dark hair, and eyes very attractive. His wife was tall and thin but quite the bitch. Larry was a quiet guy and did whatever she wanted. Larry and my BF were very close, closer than friends, almost like brothers. When we would dirty talk during sex, we both started bringing up Larry as a possible third and it got us both off quickly.
Larrys wife didn’t stay long, as a couple months after they moved up to our town, she left him to go back home. With this new development it made the dirty talk more and more real. Larry didn’t date for 6 months after his wife left and Robert told me he didn’t have sex with his wife for 3 months before she left so he was going on 9 months of dry time which I could not get out of my head. Larry moved in with Robert’s mom and stayed there while he was trying to decide what to do. We both decided to build homes in the same neighborhood across the street for one another. That would allow me and Robert to move out of the ex-wife’s home she lived in with him and get Larry out of Roberts moms house.
During the building process we went out as a throuple, we started going out to a bar every Wednesday and Friday to hear music. I started talking to Robert about how I feel sorry for Larry, and it must be terrible to have to go so long without any physical attention. He agreed and said that we should try to figure out how to help him. As we started to get more and more comfortable, Robert had me start being a bit flirty with Larry to gauge his reaction. Robert also spoke with Larry to let him know flirting was cool and if we decided to go further ever, we would talk about it first. Larry was a bit guarded but seemed okay with discussing fantasies.
When we went out, I would show a bit more cleavage or my thigh highs when I knew Larry was looking. I also found out that Robert leant the pictures he took of me naked to Larry for spank bank material. That got me really hot to know he has seen me naked at my most vulnerable being tied and spread eagle or cum all over me. Once I heard that I took it up a notch.
Once our homes were built, we moved in and unpacked all our stuff. I found my pictures Larry had hidden in a drawer. I was now 20 and the conversations we had as we hung out became more and more sexual. We spoke one night at the bar about our free use policy and Robert informed Larry what that entailed and told Larry that I was not wearing anything under my dress. This really got to him, and I could notice a bulge forming in his pants. I took the lead and asked him to dance making sure I rubbed my ass across him as I got out of the booth. Once on the dance floor, he slowly started to fondle my body and I started to fondle back.
Once we were done dancing, we went back to the booth, and I didn’t bother pulling my dress down as I slid in. This gave him a brief view of my pussy, and he definitely noticed. Right then I knew things were going to change for the better.
Once we left, he asked what was all involved in the free use besides sex. I told him to get in the front seat of the car on the passenger side, I asked Robert how far I could take it, and he smiled. He told me to take off my dress and get in the front seat between the two of them and I did as I was told. Robert told me to take their cocks out and give them hand jobs as we drove. I did as told and fished Larrys cock out first. Larrys cock was as long as my BF but not as thick. Then I fished my BFs cock out. There we were driving down the interstate as I was nude between two guys that had their dicks in my hand while they played with my pussy.
Larry quickly came all over my hand and his shirt, while Robert lasted the entire ride. When we got home Larry headed inside his home and I put my dress on and toweled off my hand. I looked at Robert and he smiled and told me to go and finish what we started.