Chapter 1: Introduction
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow over the aisles of neatly stacked cans and boxes. Willa pushed her cart slowly, her eyes scanning the list in her hand. She had a few things to pick up for her family. The supermarket was crowded, as it always was on a Friday night. People bustled past her, their carts filled with colorful packages and fresh produce. Willa kept her head down, her long blonde hair hiding her face as she moved through the aisles.
She was just reaching for a box of cereal when a hand grabbed her ass. She jumped, startled, and turned her head to see a man in a suit smirking at her.
"Hey there, beautiful," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. Willa sighed with exasperation and bent forward, leaning on her cart. She'd been hoping to just get through her grocery shop quickly for once, but now she'd have to wait for this guy to have his fun before she could go.
She took out her phone to amuse herself while the man's hand roamed over her ass and then between her thighs, sliding up her short skirt.
She could feel his fingers brushing against her panties, and she tried to focus on her phone. She had to wait for him to finish his fun, but she could at least browse through some insta reels to amuse herself while he did.
"Mmm, I bet you love being a freeuse slut don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot on her ear. His fingers slipped inside her panties, pushing it aside to expose her shaved pussy. Her long cock was tucked into the waistband of her skirt and out of the way of his probing fingers.
She had to admit, she was a bit surprised he hadn't noticed it yet. But then again, most men were too focused on their own pleasure to pay much attention to the details.
"Oh, I don't know about that," she replied, her voice soft and demure. "I just like to make people happy."
He chuckled, his fingers pushing deeper into her pussy. "Well, you're certainly making me happy, sweetheart."
Willa rolled her eyes, but she didn't pull away. She knew better than to make a scene. She just had to wait for him to finish and then she could be on her way.
She glanced up from her phone to see a woman watching them from the end of the aisle. She was older, with a stern expression and a name tag that read "Manager." Willa sighed internally. This was going to get awkward.
The man's fingers withdrew and she heard a zip behind her before she felt the warm spongy head of the man's cock probing her entrance. He was clumsy about it, and finally Willa just sighed and leaned forward, presenting herself so he could just penetrate her and be done with it.
She felt him push into her, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. He grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Willa glanced up again and saw the manager still watching them, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked disapproving, but she didn't say anything or intervene. Willa supposed she was used to this sort of thing. It wasn't like Willa was putting up a fight or causing a scene.
The man started to thrust into her, his hips slapping against her ass. Willa braced herself against the cart with one hand and resumed scrolling with the other. She could hear his grunts and knew he wasn't going to be much longer, thankfully.
She was right, and it was only a couple more thrusts before the man shoved himself fully inside her and started pumping his hot cum inside her as Willa watched a video of someone cooking pizza. Unfortunately the force of the thrust caused Willa's cock to pull free of her skirt waistband and it flopped forward, falling to hang free between her legs. As the man pulled out of her, his cum flowed freely out along with it and she could feel it's warmth sliding down her shaft.
She looked up at the manager from her phone and she was clearly surprised at Willa's cock, she was obviously used to seeing freeuse sluts being fucked in her store, but not futa sluts. Willa sighed again knowing that this would bring more unwanted attention.
The man slapped her ass, causing her dick to slap against her thigh with a wet thwap. "Thanks slut." He said, and then he pulled her panties down. "You shouldn't be wearing these, so I'll just take them before you go back to shopping."
Willa stood, stepping out of her panties as she continued walking, she still had a few things to get. Maybe if she was quick nobody else would have time to harass her. Her cock bounced between her thighs as she walked and she hoped that maybe it would be a deterrant as well.
She made her way to the dairy section, grabbing a gallon of milk and a block of cheddar cheese. She was just about to turn the corner when a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, what's the rush?" a voice asked, and Willa turned to see a man with a friendly smile and a cart full of junk food. He was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, his hair a mess of dark curls.
"Just trying to get through my shopping," she replied, trying to pull her hand away. The man held on tight, his grip surprisingly strong.
"Well, maybe we can help each other out," he said, his eyes flicking down to her cock. "You're in the dairy aisle, don't you want some fresh cream?" the man asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I could use some of that for my coffee."
Willa raised an eyebrow, her grip tightening on her cart. "I'm not sure that's what you're looking for," she said, her voice cool.
The man chuckled, his grip on her wrist loosening slightly. "Come on, don't be like that. I just want to have a little fun. You're a freeuse, right? That means you're supposed to be fun for everyone."
Willa sighed, and leaned forward again. She shivered a bit as her skin chilled from the cold air of the dairy aisle. "I suppose. But if you want fresh cream, you're gonna have to milk it yourself." Willa said, while her cock hung down loose, still slick and shiny with the last man's cum dripping out of her cunt.
The man's eyes widened as he realized what she meant. He looked around, his cheeks turning red. "Here? Now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Willa shrugged, trying to keep her expression neutral. "Why not, nobody cares. You wanted fresh cream, didn't you?" She gestured to the cart of junk food. "You look like you've got a sweet tooth. I can help with that." Willa said, her voice steady and calm. She could feel the man's eyes on her, and she knew he was trying to decide if he wanted to go through with it. She could see the indecision in his eyes, and she knew she had to make it easy for him. "Go on, I'll keep still. You got a container for me to fill or are you just drinking from the source?"
The man knelt next to her staring at her shaft with thirst and awe. "Umm, both?" He said, reaching up to grab a Gatorade bottle from his cart which he drank until it was empty. Then he reached out to tentatively grab her hanging cock.
He started to stroke it slowly, his eyes wide as he watched it grow harder in his hand. Willa let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She could feel the man's hand, rough and warm, as it slid up and down her shaft. She could feel the blood rushing to her cock, making it swell and throb in his grip.
"Mmm, that's it," she murmured, her voice low and encouraging. "Get it nice and hard for you."
The man's grip tightened, his strokes becoming faster and more confident. Willa could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
She could feel the man's breath on her skin, his eyes locked onto her cock as he stroked it faster and faster. She could feel the wetness of his mouth as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick the pre-cum that was beading at the tip.
"Fuck," she gasped, her hips jerking forward as the man's tongue swirled around her head. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the man's breath on her skin, his eyes locked onto her cock as he stroked it faster and faster.
The man looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and uncertainty. "I've never touched another cock before. You taste good."
Willa smiled as she looked down at him. "Thanks, but it's not just me, there's another guy's cum on me so you're getting a little 2 for 1." Willa said with a smirk. The man's eyes widened in surprise but he didn't stop stroking her cock. "Oh, that's hot." He said, his voice filled with excitement.
Willa chuckled, her hips moving slightly as the man's hand continued to stroke her cock. "Well, you're in for a treat, I've got a lot of cum to give." She said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. He raised the opening of the Gatorade bottle to the end of her cock as he felt her shaft swell with her impending orgasm.
He started to stroke her faster, his hand moving up and down her shaft with a steady rhythm.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hips jerking forward as the man's hand moved faster and faster.
Willa's hips bucked forward as she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She let out a soft cry, her body shaking as the man continued to stroke her cock. She could feel the hot, sticky liquid spilling out of her, filling the Gatorade bottle as the man held it in place. She could feel the man's hand, rough and warm, as it slid up and down her shaft, milking her for all she was worth.
Her breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest as the man continued to stroke her, his eyes locked onto her cock. As the Gatorade bottle filled, he leaned forward and took her spasming cock between his lips, sucking the remainder directly into his mouth and swallowing it down.
The man's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as he tasted the salty, bitter flavor of her cum. "Mmm, that's so good," he mumbled, his mouth still full of her. "I've never had anything like it."
Willa's body shook slightly as she felt the last waves of her orgasm course through her. She looked down at the man, her eyes soft and satisfied. "I'm glad you liked it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man pulled away, licking his lips as he looked up at her. "I think I'm going to need more, they should keep you on tap here in the dairy aisle." he said, his voice filled with lust.
Willa smiled, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She looked around the aisle, her eyes scanning the shelves of milk and cheese. She could see a few people walking by, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention. She supposed it was just another day in the supermarket for them.
"Well, I do have a few more things to pick up," she said, her voice soft and demure. "But if you catch me before I'm done you can get another drink."
The man's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he screwed the cap on his Gatorade bottle. "Sounds good, I just gotta go buy another bottle." The man said, his eyes still locked on Willa's cock. "I'll be back before you leave I promise." He said, taking a step back and turning to walk away. "Don't go too quick." He said, looking back at her.
Willa chuckled softly, shaking her head as she watched him go. She turned back to her cart, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She reached for a container of yogurt, her mind already drifting to the next item on her list. She could feel the cool air of the dairy aisle on her skin, and she shivered slightly, her nipples hardening beneath her loose top.
She quickly grabbed the yogurt and a carton of eggs, trying to focus on her shopping list. But her mind kept drifting back to the man and his eager hands. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had given him what he wanted, and she had enjoyed it too. She had to admit, that she liked the feeling of being used, of being a freeuse slut for anyone who wanted her. It was a strange feeling, but it was one that she had grown to enjoy. She just wished she could do it on her own terms, without the unwanted attention and harassment.
She was just about to turn the corner when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.
"Willa! Hey, Willa!"
She turned to see Bree, her best friend since childhood, walking towards her with a smile on her face. Bree was a bubbly, optimistic person, always ready with a kind word or a laugh. She had short brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a friendly demeanor that put everyone at ease.
"Hey, Bree," Willa said, returning the smile. "What are you doing here?"
Bree grinned, holding up a bag of pastries. "I'm here to pick up some treats from the bakery for dad. He loves a fresh Danish after sex. How's your night going?" Bree asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at Willa. "You look a bit flushed." Bree said, her eyes flicking down to Willa's cock, which was still semi-hard and glistening with remnants of her recent encounter. "Oh my god, you got used again, didn't you?" Bree said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "That must be so annoying when you're trying to get stuff done." Bree said, her tone sympathetic. "But I'm glad you got to have some fun too. I mean, if anyone can turn a trip to the supermarket into a good time, it's you, Willa."
Willa chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Yeah, it's not exactly what I had in mind when I came here, but it's just how things go sometimes. It's not like I was ever going to be able to shop in peace." Willa said, her voice soft and resigned. She looked down at her cart, her eyes scanning the items she had picked up so far.
"I've still got a few things to get, but I think I'm almost done. I just need to grab some bread and then I can go." Willa said, her voice soft and demure.
Bree nodded, her eyes still sparkling with mischief. "Well, I'm here to help. Let's get this done and then we can have some fun of our own." Bree said, her voice filled with excitement.
Willa raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Fun? What do you have in mind?" Willa asked, her voice curious.
Bree grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Well, I was thinking we could head to the bakery. I know the guy who works there. He's always looking for new flavors to add to his pastries, and I think you might have just the thing." Bree said, her voice filled with mischief. "He's always looking for a freeuse slut to add their cum to his pastries, and I know you've got plenty to spare." Bree said, her voice filled with amusement. "He'll love it, and you'll get to have some fun too. It's a win-win." She took Willa's hand and pulled her towards the bakery, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, let's go have some fun."
Willa hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking down to her cock. It was still semi-hard, glistening with remnants of mixed cum. She wasn't sure she was ready for another round, but Bree's enthusiasm was infectious. Besides, she owed Bree for all the times Bree had helped her out of sticky situations. She supposed she could do this one small favor for her friend.
She let Bree pull her along, her cart bumping along behind them as they made their way to the bakery.
The scent of fresh bread and sweet pastries filled the air, making Willa's mouth water. She could feel the eyes of the other shoppers on her, but she tried to ignore them. She was used to the stares, the whispers, and the unwanted advances. It was just part of being a freeuse futa in a small town.
The bakery was a small, cozy space tucked away in the corner of the supermarket. The walls were lined with shelves filled with an array of delicious-looking treats. The counter was made of polished wood, and behind it stood a man with a friendly smile and warm eyes. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a dusting of flour on his apron.
His name tag read "Tom." He looked up as they approached, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Willa's appearance. His gaze flicked to her cock, still semi-hard and glistening, and a slow smile spread across his face.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, leaning against the counter. "Look what the cat dragged in. Bree, always a pleasure. And who do we have here?"
Bree grinned, giving Willa a playful nudge. "This is Willa, Tom. She's new to the area, and I thought she might be just what you've been looking for."
Tom's eyes sparkled with interest as he looked Willa up and down. His eyes settled on her cock, hanging between her legs so the head was exposed below the hem of her skirt, semen dripping from the tip. "Well, aren't you a sight. Bree, you always know how to bring me the best treats. I've been looking for a new flavor to add to my pastries, and I think you might just be the one, Willa." He said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "Bree told me you're a freeuse slut, is that true?"
Willa nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes, that's true. I'm here to serve, whatever you need." She said, her voice soft and demure.
Tom stepped back and gestured towards the counter. "Well hop on up then. The crowd likes to see how the pastries are made, so get on up there and we'll get every drop of that fresh futa cum ready for them." Tom said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Willa hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the counter. It was higher than she expected, and she wasn't sure how to get up there without exposing herself even more. But Bree was already pushing her forward, her hands on Willa's hips.
"Come on, Willa, don't be shy," Bree said, her voice filled with encouragement. "Tom's a professional, and he knows what he's doing. Trust me, you're in good hands."
Willa took a deep breath and stepped up onto the counter, her hands gripping the edge for support.
She could feel the cool wood beneath her thighs as she sat down, her legs dangling over the side. She looked around the bakery, her eyes meeting the curious gazes of the other shoppers. She could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she tried to keep her expression neutral.
Tom stepped closer, his hands resting on her thighs as he leaned in to examine her cock more closely. "Mmm, you're a beauty," he murmured, his fingers tracing the veins that ran along her shaft. "I think you're going to make some very happy customers today.
But first, let's get you nice and ready for them." Tom said, his voice low and husky. He reached out to take Willa's cock in his hand, his fingers wrapping around her shaft. He began to stroke her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her reaction.
Willa bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as Tom's hand moved up and down her shaft. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as he stroked her faster and faster. She could feel the eyes of the other shoppers on her, their curious gazes making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. But she tried to focus on Tom's touch, on the pleasure he was giving her.
She could feel his hand, strong and confident, as it slid up and down her shaft.
Tom chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to stroke her. "Oh, I think you're already nice and hard for me, aren't you, Willa?" he said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "Get up on all fours so I can start draining this delicious cock for our customers. Bree, can you take over for me while I fetch our pastries?"
Tom asked, stepping back from Willa. Bree nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took her place beside Willa. She leaned in close, her breath hot on Willa's ear. "You're doing great, Willa. Just let go and enjoy it. You know you like being used like this." Bree whispered, her voice filled with encouragement.
Willa took a deep breath and did as she was told, turning around and getting up on her hands and knees on the counter. She could feel the cool wood beneath her, the hard edge pressing into her palms and knees. She looked back at Bree, who smiled at her reassuringly, and then turned to look out at the crowd of eager shoppers.
They were watching her with hungry eyes, and she could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her stomach. She had done this many times before, but there was something about being on display like this that always made her heart race.
Bree reached out and began to stroke Willa's cock again, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and moving up and down with a steady rhythm. Willa let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly as Bree's hand moved faster and faster.
"Oh, fuck, Bree," Willa gasped, her body tensing as the pleasure built inside her.
Tom stepped up next to Bree and slid a warm tray of brownies underneath Willa. "There we go, nice and hot. Now Bree, make sure to aim well, I want a nice drizzle of semen frosting spread evenly." Tom directed. Willa could feel the rising warmth of the brownies on her cock and tummy and it felt great. One of the onlookers customers leaned forward and groped Willa's tits through her shirt as he waited for the brownies to be glazed.
He pinched her nipples through her shirt and Willa moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as Bree's hand moved faster and faster on her cock. She could feel the man's hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her shirt. She could feel the warmth of the brownies beneath her, the scent of chocolate and sugar filling the air.
Tom nodded, his eyes locked onto Willa's cock as Bree stroked her slowly, milking a long steady stream of precum. He began to pull the warm brownies out from underneath her and onto the display case, "That's it, Bree, keep her nice and ready for us. Slow and steady, we want plenty of precum before the finale treat. I want to see that cum pouring out of her." Tom said. "These brownies are going to be a hit, I can already tell."
Willa could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as Bree's hand moved steadily on her cock.
The man behind her pinched her nipples and she let out a gasp, her hips jerking forward into Bree's hand as Tom slid a tray of cookies under her.
Willa could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as the man's fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "That feels so good."
The man behind her chuckled, his voice low and husky. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. I've been watching you all night, and I just had to have a taste. You better frost those treats well."
Willa moaned softly, her body shaking as the man's fingers continued to alternate between squeezing her ample tits and pinching her nipples. "Bree, I'm going to cum soon." Willa whispered hoarsely. Bree slapped the shaft of her cock, causing her to jump with surprise.
"Not yet slut." Bree said with a smirk. "You have to hold onto that cum until Tom's cake is ready to be frosted." Bree said, her voice stern but playful. "We need a big finish for our customers, so you can't go cumming yet." Bree said, her hand slowing it's stroke on Willa's cock. "You can do this, Willa. You know you can." Bree said, her voice filled with encouragement.
Willa took a deep breath, trying to focus on the pleasure and not the pressure. She could feel the warmth of the cookies beneath her, the scent of sugar and vanilla filling the air. She could feel Bree's hand on her cock, stroking her slowly, milking her precum onto the treats.
Willa looked up at the crowd and gasped, she had attracted quite a few onlookers. There was another freeuse slut in the audience and she was bent forward between two men, one fucking her mouth and the other behind her in her pussy. A couple more lined up around her, cocks in hand, waiting for their turn. At least Willa's show meant these guys came quickly, but there was no shortage of horny men waiting to fuck the slut in the audience so she was going to be there a while.
Willa took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body tensing as Bree's hand moved slowly on her cock, milking her precum onto the treats below.
Tom was busy arranging a large cake on a stand in front of Willa. "Ok, I am going to need a big finish on this one, I want to see that big futa cock of yours explode all over the cake, got it?" Tom said, his voice filled with excitement.
Willa nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to hold back her orgasm. Her eyes met the gaze of the audience slut who was now riding the cock of a man on his back below her. Her clothes had been ripped off and she let out a muffled moan around the cock in her mouth, cum dripped down her face and tits. The sight pushed Willa right to the edge as she shuffled closer to Tom's cake while Bree aimed her cock.
Willa's cock throbbed, the vein pulsing as she felt the orgasm building. The man behind her pinched her nipples harder, rolling them between his fingers as he grunted in her ear. "I want to see that cum explode out of you." He said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see it all over that cake."
Willa whimpered, her body shaking as she tried to hold back her orgasm. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing as Bree's hand moved faster and faster on her cock. She looked over and saw that a woman from the crowd had bought a brownie glistening with her semen and was bringing to her mouth to take a bite.
Willa's cock throbbed, the vein pulsing as she felt the orgasm building. Muffled moans rose from the onlookers as the audience slut was completely surrounded by men. She was completely filled with cock and there was even a couple men standing nearby with their wives jerking their husband's cocks to cum on the slut's tits.
The sight was overwhelming and Willa's resistance finally broke. Her cock swelled and jumped in Bree's hand, shooting heavy streams of cum over the cake in front of her, which Bree directed expertly.
Willa let out a cry, her body convulsing as the orgasm finally overtook her. She could feel Bree's hand moving faster and faster on her cock, milking her as she came hard. She could feel the cum shooting out of her, thick ropes of it landing on the cake below, coating it in a glistening layer of her essence.
She could hear the gasps and moans of the crowd as they watched her cum, their eyes wide with excitement and lust. Willa shuddered as Bree squeezed every drop onto the cake, dramatically shaking her long cock as she finished.
Willa went to dismount from the counter on shaky legs but Tom stopped her. "Not yet sweetheart," he said smirking, as he revealed a collar and chain in his hand. "We need you on tap."
Tom clasped the leather collar around her neck and then turned her on her knees to face the crowd. He pulled the chain on the collar tightly back, arching her back so her cock stood proudly in front of her, then pulled her wrists back to tie them to the counter as well, leaving her breasts upthrust on display.
Once he was done securing Willa to the counter he stepped back and admired his work before addressing the crowd. "Alright, with every pastry sale of $20 or more, you can pull from the tap. Have at it."
Tom said, gesturing to the eager crowd. A line quickly formed, and the first customer, a burly man with a thick beard and a hungry look in his eyes, stepped up to Willa. He reached out and grabbed her cock, giving it a rough squeeze. Willa gasped, her body jerking as he began to stroke her roughly.
Willa lost track of time after that. Her life was a haze of orgasms as customer after customer took their fill from her aching cock. When the last one was done with her, Bree and Tom unbuckled her from her post as the store cum fountain and walked her forward on shaking legs.
She was brought in front of the manager, standing with her arms crossed and annoyance on her face as before. The audience slut was picking herself up from a pool of cum on the floor, her clothes long gone.
The manager pointed at the floor and demanded Willa to lay on her back. "The store's closing, and now that you've been properly drained maybe you'll last long enough for me to be satisfied." She said with a cruel grin.
Willa laid on her back, practically falling down as she tried to lower herself and the manager straddled her abused cock, lowering her pussy onto it. She groaned as she started to take Willa an inch at a time. She snapped her fingers and said "You, slut. You can't go out like that, come here and let the cum fountain clean you up."
The cum covered audience alut crawled over to Willa's face and fed her dangling breast into her mouth, making Willa slurp down the semen coating her. She slowly let Willa clean her with her tongue as the stern manager rode the futa's length. Eventually she straddled Willa's face, lowering her abused, swollen, thoroughly fucked pussy to Willa's exhausted lips.
"Clean me up, slut," she demanded, grinding her hips against Willa's face. Willa groaned, her tongue lapping at the manager's dripping pussy, tasting the mix of her own cum and the various men who had used her. The manager's clit was swollen and sensitive, and she gasped as Willa's tongue flicked over it.
"Fuck, yes," the manager moaned, her hips bucking against Willa's face. "You're a natural at this, aren't you, you little slut? You love being used like this, don't you?"
Willa could only moan in response, her tongue working feverishly as the manager rode her face.