Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch. 01

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In the first installment of the *Chronicles of Free-Use America*, we follow a day in the life of Amanda Walker. Amanda just turned 18 and is learning what it means to be a woman in Free-Use America.

Author Note

This project started as a thought exercise and turned into an erotica series of short stories about a Free-Use America. This is mainly a Slice-of-Life erotica that covers different perspectives from characters in this alternate reality. My goal is to build out the world over time with each new work.

**Free-Use:** This series is meant to approach the concept of a '*free-use society*' with some degree of realism. In this society, women 18 years or older are required to consent or comply with any sexual advance from any adult male. I tried to capture how I imagine American society would evolve under this free-use policy, from fashion, entertainment, family life, politics, and even religion.

This series will always be a *free-use* based series and not focused on other kinks. Readers should expect the kink spectrum to shift slightly from installment to installment.

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Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch.1 - Amanda

"There's my gir- Sorry, there's my young woman," Martha corrected herself as her daughter joined her at the breakfast table.

The eighteen-year-old rolled her eyes and plopped down on the dining room chair across from her mom. "Mom," she groaned unenthusiastically, "Stop going that...it's not a big deal, really!"

"It's a very big deal, Amanda," Martha corrected her, "You're a woman now. There are certain things that will be expected of you now." In her early forties and with four kids, statements like that still made Martha cringe at how much she sounded like her own mother.

Amanda made dismissive face as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. When she replied, her tone made it clear she didn't take her eighteenth birthday very seriously, "I get it, mom. Now it's my responsibility to suck off every cock that gets waved in my face."

Martha gasped, "Its more than that, young lady. And do you have to be so crass like that in front of your sister?" She turned to the preteen girl sitting at the table reading and suggested, "Honey, why don't you go upstairs and finish getting ready for school. I'll be ready to drive you soon."

After making a playfully rude face at her sister, Amanda changed the subject, "Since I'm not going to school today, can I borrow the car? Jenna and I were going to catch a movie later."

Another sigh escaped Martha's lips. It was clear that Amanda did not understand the weight of turning of age in a free-use society. Martha learned young that timed plans like movies are not always possible when any horny man in town can stop you for sex at any moment. Leniency was often given to women who were late for appointments or meetings with the understanding that they may have had to grant several sexual favors on the way to their destination. Amanda would learn, just as Martha and every other American woman. But it was clear that the stubborn teenager wasn't going to make it easy.

"You'll need to ask your father," Martha deflected, "I'm sure he has other plans for you after you get your registration."

Amanda offered no rebuttal other than the stubborn groan of a teenager. It was her birthday, and a day off school and she couldn't even spend it doing what she wanted to do. She sat at the table and flipped through her phone. As a cheerleader and one of the popular crowds in her suburban Texas high school, Amanda did much to keep up appearances.

Her California blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing all of her youthful beauty. Wide green eyes were the star of the show, accented with a modest amount of eyeshadow to make them pop and a clear glossy lip balm that was in fashion. She wore white tank top with her school's Cheer logo and short athletic shorts that cling to the tight curves of her thin, athletic body. The black satin straps of her bra were peeking from the white straps of her tank top and underneath her shorts, she had a matching pair of black low rise panties.

Martha had stood up, still wearing her bathrobe over her trim figure. Despite having four kids, she still took care of her body and most of the baby weight had settled in her breasts and a little in her rump as well. She started to fill her coffee mug as she continued her lecture, "I think its time we go over some etiquette and expectations, sweetie."

Amanda opened her mouth to protest, but Martha continued without letting her speak, "Before you leave to the registration office, I want you to go into my bathroom and make sure you have what you need." She turned with both hands on the coffee mug to look at Amanda. "Cleansing wipes are a must. Don't expect men to clean up their spunk after they're finished with you. Some might...but most will just leave it."

"I'm used to cleaning up after Conner and Jake," Amanda quipped.

"Goddammit, Amanda! Just listen. This is serious!" Martha snapped back with an attitude. "Get a pack of wipes. Get some mints or gum, so your breath doesn't smell like cum. Carry a small makeup bag with you so you can freshen yourself up as you need to."

"Wipes...mints...makeup...," Amanda repeated with a disrespectful tone.

Martha was about to continue when the nanny and housekeeper, Mrs. Guitierez walked in with two arms filled with dirty laundry on her way to the laundry room. "Buenos Dias, Mrs. and Ms. Walker," the woman said in a heavy South American accent, "The boys are ready for school. I'm about to send them to the bus stop."

"Thank you, Mari," Martha said.

"Oh- I can't believe I almost forgot..." Mari quickly dropped the laundry in the attached room and turned back inside, "Feliz Cumpleaños! Happy Birthday, Amanda!" The housekeeper leaned in to hug Amanda and kissed the top of her head. The perky housekeeper was in her thirties; wearing a racerback tank top, grey yoga pants that revealed her shapely legs, and tennis shoes for comfort while she cleaned and tended to the children.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gutierez," Amanda said with a reluctant smile, returning the awkward hug as she continued sitting at the breakfast table texting on her phone.

"You call me Mari now," the housekeeper said in her thick South American accent as she broke the hug.

"Thank you, Mari," Amanda corrected herself.

Martha shook her head at her daughter's stubbornness and shared a look with Mari. Both were mothers and shared a mutual understanding of these things. Mrs. Gutierez worked for the Walker family now for about five years now after moving to America from Guatemala and struggling to find work. Martha had grown fond of the housekeeper since she had taken some of her responsibilities so that she could pursue her career as a wedding planner.

"We'll talk more on this later," Martha said to Amanda as she started her way out of the kitchen, "Just make sure you pack your purse before you leave." On her way out, she was stopped by her husband who was on his way in from the outside.

Brett was a middle aged man, clean shaven, with short graying hair combed back and beaming blue eyes. Having worked his way up from a simple car salesman to owning his own dealership, his smile was difficult to discern if it was genuine. Except Martha always could see past his salesman smile. He was wearing a golf polo tucked into khaki pants and a pair of sunglasses hanging from his collar. His eyes found his wife and walked over to her.

Despite sensing something was bothering her, he started by reaching under her robe and fondling her breasts while he kissed her. "Did I miss something," he asked with a grin as he continued groping his wife.

"Its nothing," Martha said under breath, out of earshot of the rest of the kitchen, "I just don't think Amanda gets it." She managed to keep a straight face while Brett pulled open her robe and pinched at her nipples. "Can you talk to her? I need to get Ashley to school."

Brett smiled as he give her perky tits one more squeeze, "I'll talk to her." He kissed his wife and then turned to his daughter and housekeeper.

"Good morning, Mari!" Brett said with a car dealer smile as he walked over to the table and sat down, "How is Benny? That new truck working out for him?"

"Yes, Mr. Walker. Very good. Thank you for the deal," Mari said as she picked up a few stray dishes from the table.

"Of course! Glad to hear he likes it," Brett said, "Go ahead and send the boys off to the bus and come back." He helped himself to a firm pinch of her ass through her tights as she passed by.

"Yes sir," the housekeeper replied before walking out of the room.

Brett looked across the table at his daughter who was still burying her nose in her phone. "How's my birthday girl?" He said with a smile.

Amanda put her phone down and smiled to her dad, tilting her head to the side playfully. She had always been a daddy's girl so it was no surprise that her demeanor had changed once she was left alone with him. "I'm good...thank you, daddy," She said with a perk in her voice, "Did Mom ask you about the car? We are trying to see a movie toni-"

Brett cut her off with a hand up, "Don't worry about the movie tonight. You can take the car and as many friends as you want this weekend...my treat."

"But to tonight..." she started to argue but then quickly conceded with a question, "You're paying, Really..?"

"Today is about you becoming a woman...a free-use woman," He lectured with a warm tone, "That means that you don't always get what you want. It means contributing to our community—to our country, above selfish wants so that everyone, including you gets what they need. We all provide something to eachother; protection, social services, sexual fulfillment...."

"Ugh...you sound like mom," Amanda groaned.

"That's not a bad thing. Your mother is a smart woman and a dedicated citizen. You could learn alot from her," Brett replied, "And free-use has pulled this country out of endless wars and spiraling crime rates." He looked up as Mari entered the room again and waved her over.

"And now you sound like my teacher," Amanda said sarcastically.

Mari walked over to Brett and smiled timidly, understanding what was about to happen. Brett's hands immediately found their way to her ass as soon as it was in reach. He clawed at her soft cheeks from over her yoga pants before eventually yanking them down to her thighs.

Amanda watched with a puzzled look on her face. She knew that her father had used the nanny as he used many other women on a daily basis, but he never did it so blatantly in front of his children. Then, she started to realize the point. Amanda wasn't a child anymore.

Brett's hand slapped hard on the plump brown behind of the housekeeper until the woman whimpered slightly. "This is what it means to be a woman, Amanda," he explained as he drank his coffee with one hand and fondled Mari's ass with the other. He squeezed her ass with a pinch and offered an instruction, "I think I'll have a blowjob with my coffee, Mari."

The woman nodded and dropped to her knees to start fumbling with her boss' belt and freeing his hard cock. She immediately took it in her mouth and started slurping down the length.

"Dad...I can leave if you..." Amanda stammered.

"No, you stay," he quickly instructed. "As a matter of fact, take your tits out. Give me something to look at while Mari does her job." Of course, he was talking about her job as a woman and not her job as a nanny.

Amanda's eyes widened as she looked over to her dad. His fake smile had faded to a more sincere and more suggestive one. She could hear the slurping and gargling of Mari sucking his cock under the table. He waved his hand at his daughter to hurry up and follow instructions. She reached down and pulled her tank top up, hooking her black bra in her fingers to pull them both over her tits. Both of her pert teenaged breasts were now exposed and her light pink puffy nipples had started to react to the situation.

"Is this good?" Amanda asked with a sigh.

"No," Brett answered bluntly, "Don't be a brat about it. Free-use means no attitude, no protest. If I wasn't your father, I'd have half a mind to go over there, and face fuck you until you smiled." His hand found its way to Mari's head as she bobbed up and down his length, dutifully slurping her way up and down his manhood, sucking his precum as it leaked from his swollen knob. "Lick my balls a bit. You know how I like it," he coached the housekeeper.

He watched as Mari pulled his cock from her throat and licked her way down his shaft until she reached his balls. Her tongue lapped over his rough and hairy balls, making sure to coat every inch in her spit.

Across the table, Amanda had pulled her tank top and bra off and sat topless. She cupped her modest mounds in her hands and asked, "Is this better, daddy."

"You have great tits, dear," Brett said as he pulled his balls out of Maris mouth and replaced them with his cockhead.

"Thank you!" Amanda said and playfully lifted her tits back and forth with an awkward smile. She'd heard that complement before, but she wondered if she'd ever get used to hearing it from her dad. Society's strong stigma around incestual free-use had mostly dissolved after the introduction of selective hormone birth control and generations of shameless sex. But it was still an adjustment when a woman came of age and learned to separate her role in the family from her role as a free-use woman.

"This is how you are expected to behave in the world. You are a vibrant little minx and there are going to be a lot of guys wanting to use you. And if you go to a bunny institute, that number increases ten-fold," Brett grinned and guided Mari by her hair down his length. He pushed down hard until he felt the housekeeper's nose buried in his pubes.

"A lot of guys already want to fuck me," Amanda joked.

"But now they can...And they will. And not just those hot shot jocks you hang out with either. Any man with a cock and a few minutes to spare. I know you see how much attention your mom gets with that tight ass of hers. It was easily twice that when we were growing up." He pulled Mari's face off of his cock to ask her a question, "How many cocks did you have in you yesterday? Count 'em down."

Mari grinned for a moment while the thought about it, "Ummm...6...My husband." As she listed them off, Brett pushed his cock down her throat and pulled her back by the hair, "My neighbor, Jamal...two men on the bus ride here...another man at the bus stop going home...and you, Mr. Walker."

One hand grabbing her hair and the other on her ass, he stood up and put the side of her face against the table. Looking over to his daughter, he stroked his cock toward Mari's face. With a series of grunts, his cock erupted, shooting ropes of cum over her face. When the spurts finally subsided, he patted Mari's black hair to straighten the tangles caused by his grip.

"Mrs. Gutierrez, I almost forgot to mention..." he walked around the table with his hard, dripping cock exposed pausing before he finished, "I love what you did with my shirts...new fabric softener?"

The housekeeper stood up and pulled her yoga pants back up. Taking a napkin from the table, she started to wipe the cum from her face, "It's actually a new soft starch."

Brett has made his way over to Amanda who was still watching with a curious look on her face. He moved to wipe the extra cum and slobber from his shiny knob onto her perky teenage tits. "Excellent work as always, Mari," Brett said as he tucked his cock away in his pants, "And tell Benny we have an extra ticket to the game on Saturday. It's his if he wants to join."

"Thank you, Mr. Walker, I'll tell him," Mari said casually.

He put his hand on Amanda's head gently, "You're going to make a fine young woman, sweetie. You're smart...beautiful...just the right amount of bitchy." He sighed in relief and the two of them shared a playful glare before he added a more serious tone, "Get dressed and we'll head out."

Amanda sat for a moment by herself. She understood the laws, her parents gave her 'the talk' when she was old enough, and they taught about the Free Use Amendment in history and sex ed. But this was the first time she was ever used. It wasn't as thorough as her dad had used Mari, but this was a taste.

Without a doubt she felt objectified and demeaned, but beneath that, she felt a flicker of excitement. Part of her education on the free-use Laws included a healthy dose of state-run propaganda pushing the patriotism and community support behind being a good whore. If that wasn't enough, her vaccine and birth control shots contained a mild cocktail of hormone treatments intended to spur the sex drive.

But none of that seemed to play a role in the thrill she experienced. Amanda liked getting attention from boys, and before that she liked getting attention from her dad. This morning, she got both, and found herself secretly wanting more.

"Raise your right hand a repeat after me," the fat man behind the camera instructed," I, state your name, hereby declare my body free to use by all American citizens and authorized visitors of legal age."

Amanda stood nude in front of a white backdrop to be photographed as part of her registration. The back of her neck was still stinging from getting her eligibility mark; a unique scannable tattoo that confirms a woman is of the proper age to be used. Despite the discomfort, and the mild pain medicine making her just a tad loopy, Amanda repeated the man's statement, "I, Amanda Walker, hereby declare my body free to use by all American citizens and authorized visitors of legal age.

He continued with the lines, "I forgo my sexual consent in the name of the United States of America."

Again, she repeated.

The man continued, "I understand that failure to adhere to Local, State and National Free-Use statutes will result in prison time until a trial can be arranged."

She recited the lines after the man. When she was done, the flash bulb of his camera went off.

His instructions continued, "Thank you, Ms. Walker, please turn left."

Amanda repeated him, "Thank you, Ms. Walker, please turn left." She bit her tongue and smiled at her own joke. After a moment of awkward silence, she turned left and stood still for another picture.

Brett groaned, "Amanda..."

The fat clerk waved a nonchalant gesture and commented "It's always nice to have the perky ones come through. And I'm not just talking about her tits."

"Yeah...she's hilarious," Brett said sarcastically, sitting on the seat by the door as a witness to the registration.

"Alright, Ms. Walker. You are officially registered as a Free-Use Citizen of the United States of America. The country thanks you for your service," he said.

Amanda made a silly grin, "Ewww, I've never been thanked for my service before. I feel like a marine."

"Amanda..." Brett groaned again embarrassed by her demeanor.

"It's fine really. She seems like a fun girl," The man said as he looked Amanda up and down. "Do you mind if I feel her up a bit before she gets dressed," he asked Brett, following customs of asking permission of the man who accompanies a woman before using her.

Brett chortled and waved his hand approvingly.

The fat man licked his lips at Amanda and patted his thigh, "Come sit on my lap for a minute."

Amanda's smile lost steam and her green eyes glanced at her father. Brett was focused on his phone returning a work text, so he paid her no attention. She took a deep breath, knowing what was expected of her.

Her bare feet padded across the floor as she walked over the fat county clerk and sat on his large thigh. A chill ran down her spine as fat sausage fingers reached around to grope her tits and another along her ass.