Go outside to look for one of those red bracelets

As interesting as a personal attendant sounded, John could only think about one thing. Absolute free use... As far as he remembered, he did not see any girl with a red bracelet this morning. But let's be real, he thought to himself, bracelets were probably the last thing he had been looking out for earlier.

He could feel himself getting hard again from the mere idea. There was no time to waste. He was out the door and back on the street before he knew it. It was not very crowded around his apartment building so he kept on walking in a random direction. He passed by a handful of women, some even giving him a welcoming smile, but none of them had the red bracelet he was looking for. He could have most likely had them if he wanted to. But that was not his goal right now. Not like this. As he was walking by a smoking hot bombshell of a blonde, he was almost going to cave. What was the point of looking for the bracelet when he could have her anyway, he asked himself. But at that moment, he finally saw it. He had no idea if he was insanely lucky or if these bracelets were quite common after all. But there it was.

A slim woman in her early 20s, maybe even 18 or 19 came walking in his direction. She had light blue dyed pixie cut, a happy grin on her face, and small B cup breasts. She was wearing jeans and a light blue top, that looked like it could very easily be pulled off of her body if someone tried.

John smirked a little bit. He decided to let her walk past him for now, but turned around to follow her, a few paces behind. If she noticed, she did not seem to mind. While about a thousand ideas about how to start this were racing through John's brain he noticed that they would walk past a small alleyway soon. That was the perfect opportunity, he thought. He quickened his steps and caught up to her, just as they were next to the alleyway. "You will be coming with me" John said, grabbed her arm, and pulled her aside, a few paces into the shadow of the buildings. She gave a surprised gasp, but after she looked up and saw the man pulling her aside more or less unceremoniously she grinned wide. "Hmm so you were looking at it after all." she said, more to herself than to him. John looked at her. She was quite a bit shorter than him. She had a cute, feisty-looking face, but neither the biggest boobs nor the roundest ass. But that was not important to him right now. With a mischievous smile, he placed his hands on her shoulders. He did not have to apply a lot of pressure before she willingly and eagerly dropped to her knees. A second later, he had his rock-hard cock out of his pants. The girl looked at it with big eyes and started "Hmm this is exactly why I am always wearing...." but she never got any further. John had decided to make her throat his personal plaything. There was no need to ask. No need to even say a word about it. She was wearing the red bracelet. She was a full-on free use whore.

For the next minutes, the sound of John's lustful groans, her **** slobbering sounds and the occasional dull thud of his hips crashing against her face were echoing from the narrow walls around them. Whenever John looked down, he could see his cock bulging out her throat as he rammed it deep inside without regard for anything but his personal pleasure. He was not sure how long he had been using her face like that. But at some point, he felt himself getting closer and closer. He didn't even think about warning her. Grabbing her head tightly with both hands, he pushed in deep one last time and stayed in there until the last drop of cum had trickled out of him. As he pulled his cock out of her face with a loud squelching sound, she was loudly gasping for air. He took his half hard, wet cock and slapped it across her cheeks twice from every side. She looked up at him. A deranged grin on her face, her blue hair a total mess. John just now saw that she was furiously fingering herself. Not his concern. Not this time. Without another word, he pulled his pants back up, turned and walked away from her. Would he ever see her again? He had no idea. And he did not give a fuck.