Billionaire Island: A Freeuse Story Page 2

  “I’m glad you signed that contract. I look forward to getting to know you over the next little while. I don’t want you to get freaked out by this place or anything though. Honestly, society here on the Island is pretty much the same as it would be back home. We have people from all over the world here, so you’ll see all sorts of cultures and traditions and stuff, but the one thing that stays constant is the view of sex,” Diana said matter-of-factly. “Come on, let's go. I’ll show you around, maybe you’ll get what I mean better when you actually see it for yourself.”

  We walked out of the house, and followed a path that wound around and led to a path that went through the thin line of trees. Once we were past the trees, we were at a path that was right on the edge of a small town. My house was only a short two minute walk to get into town!

  Diana and I idly chatted about what life was like for us both prior to coming to the Island. As it turned out, Diana was 23 years old, and had been a struggling blogger who spent more time masturbating to all sorts of gangbang porn and degrading and humiliating porn instead of producing quality content for her website when Mr. Dart had scooped her up and brought her to the Island. It was her dream job, and her dream lifestyle.

  As we spoke, we reached the edge of town. My jaw dropped as we walked through the first store. It was a General store, and leaving the store was a middle-aged blonde woman with her tits hanging out of a black tube top. She was wearing a denim skirt, and flip flops, and had a bag of milk in hand. As we walked past her, I stared open mouthed and bug-eyed, noticing the cum that coated her face in ropes, in her hair and dripping onto her exposed tits. She did not look perturbed at all about her situation.

  Diana fell silent as we continued on through the town, only pointing out what each building was as we passed it. After the General store came a clothing store, and based on the racks that were outside the store nearly everything came in a slutty variant of what I was used to. There was a girl working on her knees blowing a guy just outside the store. I thought there was a mannequin in the display window, wearing a crop top that barely covered the breasts, and a pair of denim short shorts until a naked man came up behind her, grabbed her by the shoulders and forced the girl who had been standing in the display case to her knees so he could face fuck her.

  I felt like stepping in and stopping them; there was no way she was comfortable like that! Diana must have realized my intentions because she placed a hand on my arm.

  “Don’t worry. Rob and Pauline have been married for the last two decades. They own the store,, and he likes to use her like that whenever we have a new addition to the island. They were some of the first people to come here when Bill officially launched the island. You’ll meet them in due time,” she said with a smile. This place was going to drive me absolutely fucking nuts. Public sex? Borderline rape? But based on the rules of this place, apparently ‘rape’ wasn’t a thing.

  “Diana, I have to ask. What about rapes?? Is that not a thing?”

  “It’s actually a good question, Matt. When Bill first started the island, there weren’t many rules to protect from that. Over time, we’ve come to realize that everyone is marked in some way to show what they are into, and in the Town Hall, there is a bulletin board where every citizen places their names for what markers they are ok with. As you get to know everyone, you won’t need to take the markers into account as you’ll already be familiar with what they’re ok with. For a start though, you can be sure that everyone is ok with being used, male or female, and cumplay is pretty much everyone’s cup of tea. Also, gangbangs are definitely fine. Some people are into more BDSM type things, while others are more exhibitionists, and the play types vary all over the place. Give it some time, you’ll get used to it. We’ll head down to the Town Hall now so you can get an idea of what you’re in for,” Diana explained to me. It made a lot of sense when she explained it that way, and it somewhat put my fears to rest.

  “What kind of markers do people have?” I asked, curious to see if Diana had anything in particular.

  “Well, sometimes they can be bracelets, or if you get really serious about wanting to display a lifestyle you want to make permanent, you can have a specific marker tattooed on,” she said. She indicated a charm bracelet around her left wrist. “See the t-shirt charm? It means I’m ok with exhibitionism.”

  I looked at her charm bracelet. It was absolutely filled with charms. I raised an eyebrow at her with a smile. “What do all the other ones mean?”

  She smirked at me. “I’m sure you’ll find out in due time.”

  Every store we passed, restaurants, coffee shops, pharmacies, doctors offices, everything. There were people in various states of undress, various bodily fluids on them, or just flat out engaging in sexual acts. I was beginning to feel overdressed in my dress pants and dress shirt.

  I saw a large building, fairly modern in design. I pointed it out to Diana. “What’s that place?”

  “That, Matthew Hill, is the Town Hall. It’s also your new office.”

  I was dumbfounded. Speechless. The building was something you might see in a major urban city, not a tiny little island town. As we got closer, I finally got my head on straight. This place was about 10 stories, made of concrete and glass, and looked absolutely brilliant.

  Diana and I approached the main entrance, and upon entering, we saw a security guard in his regular uniform standing by the front desk, chatting amicably with the receptionist. The only thing that was sexual about these two was that the security guard had his cock hanging out of his pants, and the receptionist had her tits hanging out of her top. They didn’t seem to even notice the nakedness of each other, but were just talking and laughing about some TV show.

  “Oh, hey Diana! This must be Matthew. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the receptionist said with a smile. She was an attractive blonde woman with strikingly green eyes, and probably in her early 30s. The security guard was a heavier set man with head of curly brown hair, possibly in his late 20s.

  “Hello there,” I said, shaking their hands. The security guard’s name tag said Dave, and after shaking his hand, Diana led me up a set of winding stairs and through a set of double doors to enter a large meeting area.

  “This is where the people from the town meet up if there’s anything to discuss, or just for large indoor gatherings. It’s really the only space that an house every single one of us, so Mr. Dart was happy to have it built for us. Your office is already set up, and it’s on the top floor of the building. If you don’t mind following me,” she said, leading me back out and to an elevator. We took the elevator up to the 10th floor. The whole building was surprisingly empty, and not what I had quite expected. We exited the elevator, and made our way down a hall, and entered the office.

  My jaw hit the floor. The office was enormous! It had a wall to wall window overlooking the whole little town, and beyond that I could see the ocean. It was a gorgeous view. The office contained your typical desk, desktop computer, and a few empty book shelves that I assumed were for me to fill to my liking. The walls had a few picture frames hung up on them. The pictures in them weren’t of the usual portraits of distinguished members of the company though. Instead, there were incredibly well-shot photographs of people engaged in raunchy sex. There were pictures of a woman bukkake’d, a gangbang, a picture of a pair of women smiling and waving at the camera while slathered in cum. It was quite a display.

  “This is your office, Matt,” Diana said, taking my arm lightly. I was awestruck. This was the kind of office a person got after decades of service, and here I was, a guy who hadn’t even turned 25 yet, and I was already getting my own executive office. “You’re going to be taking care of the day-to-day on this island, and making sure the quality of life is up to par. You’ve got a big job, and I’ll be your personal secretary if you ever need anything.” I couldn’t help but notice how she had emphasized the word ‘anything’.

  Hell, I was officially signed up for the island right? I decided it was time to use m
y privileges, and to see just what kind of things Diana was willing to do for me.

  “Say, could you turn around and bend over for me?” I asked her with a smile. I saw her eyes widen slightly, and instantly dissolve into a mischievous glint. She turned around, and bent over from the waist, keeping her legs nice and spread open for me. Her skirt rode up enough that I could see her butt plug, wedged nicely up her ass. I walked forward, and made a slow circle around her. I examined her like she was a showpiece, a piece of clay, molded to be put on display in my own personal art gallery. I kept walking around her, inspecting her as her hair fell from her back and over her shoulder. After a couple minutes of the uncomfortable position, without moving, I could see Diana’s knees start to twitch.

  It was time to make it interesting. I made another circle around her, and this time I stopped at her ass. I reached out, and pinched her ass cheek. Diana practically jumped out of her skin with a squeal. To her credit, she did stay bent over at the waist though. I reached out, and finally touched her properly. Her skin was soft, smooth, cool to the touch. The physical contact made Diana draw a quick breath. I was suddenly acutely aware of how rough my hands must have felt compared to her silky soft skin. I lifted her skirt up, bringing her ass into full view. With my fingertips on her, I walked around her again, this time coming to a stop when I was by her head. Moving my fingers down her back, I could feel her shiver as I drew small, lazy circles on her back, right below her neck. I moved up to her neck. I looked at her, bent over at the waist, just waiting for me to do whatever it was that I wanted to do to her. This veritable goddess , just waiting. For me. I must have been dreaming.

  I moved my fingers through her hair, and sharply grabbed hold and pulled her up by the hair.

  “Anything?” I asked her softly.

  I could see the pain in her eyes, but she maintained eye contact. “Anything,” she breathed back to me.

  I applied a minuscule amount of pressure to the top of her head, and dutifully, Diana sunk to her knees. She looked at me, her gaze shifting back and forth between my face and my cock. I held a look with her eye for a second before giving her a slight tilt of my head. Diana began to attack my pants’ belt with a fervour; like a slut possessed. The quiet, reserved woman from before was gone, and instead I was faced with a sexual demon.

  With my pants down, and my cock in her hand, Diana quickly got her mouth on it and slurped, making lewd noises and staring me in the eye the whole time. Without breaking eye contact, she continued to slobber all over my cock. Her spit hung down from her chin, starting to form small rivulets down to her fishnet clad tits. She saw where my eyes wandered to, and used the hand that wasn't jerking my cock off into her mouth to pull her top down, rubbing and squeezing her tits as her spit continued to drip down as she sucked me off with more and more energy. I grabbed a fistful of Diana's hair, and pushed my pelvis into her face as much as possible. Diana began to gag, but didn't resist the force I was exerting on her head. After a few seconds, I felt her convulse against me. Still, I kept up the pressure on her head, feeling her throat contract around my cock. Diana began to push against my thighs, but I held tight to her. The convulsions increased in frequency, and Diana finally gave up on pushing against my thighs. I let go of her head, and she fell back, spit and throat slime pouring down her mouth and onto her tits. Her eyes were watery, tears making her eye makeup streak down her face. The most amazing thing about it all though, was through it all, Diana looked up at me and smiled as she coughed out more spit onto her body.

  Emboldened by her submissiveness to my harsh treatment of her, I stared down at her, running through a million things of what I wanted to do next. “Stand up. I want you to grab the edge of my desk and bend over,” I ordered her. With an even wider smile, Diana complied. With her legs spread out, I pulled out the butt plug that was still in her ass, leaving a gape that pulsated with her heavy breathing. I guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy, with no preamble or any kind of foreplay for her. I rammed into her pussy, with no remorse, no care for being gentle. Diana moaned and her hair and tits bounced around everywhere every time I thrust forward. I picked up my pace, jack hammering into her slick fuckhole.

  I grabbed Diana by the hair, using my grip to pull myself in with more force, eliciting a short yelp from her every time I pulled forward and drove myself into the hilt. The slapping sounds of our flesh hitting against one another filled the room, punctuated by primal grunts and growls from me, and short, high pitched yelps from her. Suddenly, I pulled out of her, causing her to moan in a sound that seemed halfway between regret of me pulling out and relief that the punishment her pussy was receiving was over. I took her by the hair and led her to the window. I pushed her against the window,

  I pummelled into her ruthlessly, feeling myself hit her cervix over and over. I pushed the side of her head into the window, holding her by the hair and leaving makeup streaks on the glass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted as she neared her climax, just as I felt the tightening in my balls. Diana began to shudder, and her knees involuntarily seemed to almost push together, and right then, I pulled out of her, grabbed her by the hair and threw her to her knees. With all the climaxing and movement, my aim was off, and the first two spurts of my cum splattered against the glass, while the rest of it landed on my intended target of Diana’s face. I had never cum so hard before in my life, nor had I ever cum so much before either, as seemingly endless ropes of cum dribbled out of my cock and landed on her messy, but still beautiful, face. Diana looked up at me as I finished, and gave me a worn out smile. She looked at the window, and turned to give me another mischievous smile.

  “That's a good girl,” I said, watching as Diana debased herself by licking the glass window. She finished lapping up the remainder of the spit and cum on the window, and then stood up and walked over to me.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said softly. “I'll be just down the hall at my desk. The intercom on the desk will allow you to get in touch with me anytime you want.” And with that, the thoroughly fucked woman walked out of my office, her clothes still hanging off her.

  I couldn't wait to get more involved in my new job.