Another day at school.

You wake up bright-eyed and energized, excited for the day. Briefly you wonder if the events of yesterday were a fantastical dream, but on her way out the door, Sofia catches your eye. Glancing to be sure that your mother's back to turned, Sof pulls up the shirt of her work uniform. One of her incredible tits - braless, of course - greets your eye, causing a stirring in your pants. Then the flash is over, the shirt down as if it had never happened. Sof winks at you before sweeping out the door.

A grin settles on your face as you finish your breakfast. It feels like you have endless possibilities laid out before you. Thinking about them has you super horny, but you resist the urge to masturbate. You know you'll have much more enjoyable options for release very soon.

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Which of these free use sluts should I use? As one of the first students on the bus, you've taken your preferred seat at the very back, and have an excellent view of your hot 18-year-old classmates as they board stop after stop. You ignore the guys, of course, though there really aren't many of them - and none of the girls are ugly or overweight. Was your bus always like this?

You keep watching as each girl arrives, fantasizing about how you could use her tight young body, until your decision is made. Irene has just boarded the bus. She's a petite asian, Chinese you think, just barely over 5 feet tall and very cute. You've never spoken to her, but you've definitely ogled her creamy thighs before, the skirts she likes to wear being a prime target for a perv like yourself. Today you plan to see more - a lot more. You watch hungrily as Irene, in a black pleated skirt and a tight t-shirt, chooses an empty seat. Her hair is hidden under a thick knit cap.

She's just getting situated in her seat, fiddling with her headphones, when you plop down next to her. She starts at your sudden arrival.

"Um, hi?"

"Hi, Irene. You look really good today," you reply easily.

She seems taken aback. "Uh, okay. I mean, thanks? Um. Why are you sitting next to me? Have we met?"

"I guess not. My name's John." You reach out your hand and she slowly reaches hers out to meet you, confusion playing across her features. Your hand engulfs hers as you shake.

"Now that we're acquainted... I'm really horny and thought I'd use your body this morning."

Shock plays over Irene's features, as expected. "What?"

You're all too happy to explain. "Well, like I said, you're really hot." Irene's cheeks start to redden cutely. "And I'm horny." You gesture to your pants and the growing bulge on display there. Your seatmate's face has reached full-on Asian Glow. "So I want to use your body. Like a sex toy."

Irene's shock and embarrassment is quickly replaced by confusion. "I... why does that sound so reasonable? I'm not supposed to even kiss boy until I'm engaged. If I did my parents would kill me." Whoa, it sounds like Irene's parents are really old-school. Are they going to choose her future husband for her, too?

"I'm supposed to slap you for talking to me like that, or scream or something," she continues. "So why..." She trails off, looking to you for something, anything to explain her feelings.

"Honestly, I get what you mean," you confide quietly. "It's new for me, too. But apparently I'm... an exception, I guess? Women are free use for me. Just me. So anything I want to do, with anyone, I get to do, I guess?" You trail off uncertainly. It sounds strange when you say it out loud. It's so **** and absolute that it crosses the line into absurdity. Could all that really be true?

Apparently it is. Irene averts her eyes, thinking, and then says, "That makes sense. I mean, it doesn't, but it explains why I'm so accepting of a strange boy sitting next to me and talking about how horny he is. And how I somehow know that my parents can't do anything, no matter what you make me do." She glances up to you, then down to her lap where her hands fidget nervously. "I'm free use," She says to herself in realization. "I have to do anything you want. Let you defile my body, even take my virginity..." Tears shine in her eyes as she looks back up at you.

"Whoa, hey," you say hurriedly. "I mean, yeah, that's technically all true, but I can find somebody else if you-" She cuts you off with a hand on her chest. Her eyes, bright with tears, are locked onto yours, and behind them you realize is not fear, but excitement.

"No, please," she says. Quieter, she explains, "My parents are obsessed with preserving my 'innocence.' I can't have a boyfriend. I can't even masturbate without my parents punishing me if they find out. They'd probably put me in a chastity belt if they could," she spits out.

Her hand on your chest grips your shirt, surprisingly tightly, as she finishes, "Please, John. Use me. However you see fit. Defile my body. Destroy the purity and innocence that my parents are so worried about preserving."

Irene's parents sound like real pieces of work. "Ok, Irene. Fuck your parents."

"No, John. Fuck me."