Dumb Horny Fetishpost #1: Hour of Bliss

Hi! So I got way into my own stuff and wrote 1k of Free Use. This'll be expanded, hopefully, into a proper story for y'all to see first. Consider this an aperitif. 

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The wail of the siren caught everyone’s attention. Both staff and customers at the MunchMart paused what they were doing and waited for the announcement. Delilah placed a can of food from the shopping cart full of stock onto the shelf. It’d be the last thing she was getting done today, that’s for sure. She tied her golden hair back into a ponytail. Nothing worse than hair in the eyes when you’re getting railed. 

“Attention Citizens,” announced a tinny voice from the box near the front cash. The loudspeakers were in every store, every house, every public space. There was no avoiding it. “The Hour of Bliss has begun. Nonparticipants have been sequestered. All registered submissives eligible for the Hour have now had the pleasure centres of their brain engaged and their inhibitions suppressed.” 

Delilah felt it. It was like a dam had broken in her mind, and a torrent of endorphins engulfed her entire body. She moaned, unconcerned if anyone heard. Once she’d been outraged when the testing when she turned 18 had declared her a submissive. Now she revelled in it. How could she be anything else? 

“The Council wishes to thank you for your brave participation. Obey and Serve, and you will be Rewarded.” 

The emphasis on those important words echoed in her head. Obey. Serve. Rewarded. Her pink and white striped panties were soon soaked through. Why was she even wearing those? She tugged them down, leaving her work uniform on. That was much better. With her dark green skirt and black blouse, she looked just like everyone else who worked at MunchMart. Her damp nethers continued to drool, her arousal unabating. What had she been doing? Oh, of course, stocking shelves! 

She bent over to pick up more cans, humming to herself as she stuffed more merchandise into place. The sound of footsteps behind her gave her no cause for alarm. She continued to hum, her bottom thrust out and vulnerable. 

“Hey.” 

She looked over her shoulder. A broad-chested middle-aged gentleman looked down on her, wearing a grey suit and a wicked grin. 

Delilah gave her best customer service smile. “How can I help you, sir?” She opened her blouse, revealing her small, perky tits. She didn’t need a bra, not that it would matter much today. Her nipples were hard little eraser points in the conditioned air of the shop.

“I’d like to get off. Could I use you?” he asked, though the question’s answer was obvious. 

“Of course! I’m here to help!” she said, then lifted up her skirt. Her heart-shaped ass and leaking pussy were exposed to this complete stranger. She was hairless down there, her prominent lips glistened with her beading arousal. “Please, cum as much as you want!” 

There was no foreplay. No niceties. One moment he was tugging his trousers to the floor, the next he was shoving his stiffened prick inside her. 

“Ah!” Delilah cried, bracing herself against the stock-laden shelves. She spread her legs out to allow him easier access. The man likewise gripped onto her hips, using her body to steady himself. 

“Fuck you’re tight. Not get much action?” he asked, starting to fuck her in earnest. 

It was difficult for her to form a coherent response. The stranger was so big! Her pussy felt stretched around his girthy shaft. Her legs and chubby ass jiggled with ever impact. Occasionally, passers-by would walk on either side of the aisle. The wet, slapping noises were audible throughout the entire store, but the two were clearly occupied. Other moans joined Delilah’s. The store became a chorus of moaning submissives of all description, followed by the grunts and giggles of their dominant counterpart. 

“You’re fertile, right bitch? That’s half the reason the Council even has the Bliss anyways.” He squeezed her exposed breasts, almost like he was sizing them for their milk capacity.

She nodded. “Uh huh! Tested last month. I’ve got an eager little womb just aching for your cum!” 

He spanked her, hard. She squeaked, and he rewarded her with a tug on her ponytail. Completely lost in the pleasure of unprotected sex with this stranger, she let all manner of degrading admissions fall from her lips. 

“Oooh fuuuck...so good. I masturbate to the times I’ve been used. I love the feeling of hot cum inside me. I want everyone to use me all the time. I wanna a living sextoy!” 

She could feel him shudder. Toying with the guys fucking with her, making them squirm and forget their own inhibitions, that was what she lived for. It was true that she flicked her bean to the memories of being slamfucked and creampied, but she always felt bashful about it. It wasn’t right that she was being used this way...right? This isn’t something she should be enjoying. 

But it was. Even with her inhibitions it was hot. The Hour of Bliss just let her express the feeling she had deep inside. The ones she’d never admit were there. The chip in her brain was an easy excuse to be the most depraved, cum-crazy slut she could possibly be. 

“You wanna get knocked up?” he taunted. “You wanna feel your belly swell with my kid?”

The noise she made at this suggestion could only be described as bestial. Girl juices reached and dampened her socks, and each thrust pushed out more to coat her legs and the ground underneath her.

“Fuck…yes…oh god…I wanna be knocked up. Stuff me, Mister. Stuff me with your sperm!”

“I’m close now bitch,” he told her, stopping his thrusts. “If you want my nut, take it yourself.” 

She was only too happy to comply. After all, the customer was always right! She pistoned herself backward, clapping her ass against him with every motion and feeling that thic shaft stretch her out. She’d have to remind her (slightly) less perverted self to get a dildo with exactly these measurements later. It was the perfect size to make her feel like an obedient hole. 

With a groan and a tight grasp of her hips, it was over. Thick, creamy cum gushed inside her. She squealed, voluntarily using her muscles to squeeze against his dick to make sure he left it all inside. He seesawed out slowly, coating her insides with pent up nut until it was drizzling out intermixed with her own arousal. 

“Wow...fuck...what’s your name, slut? I need to find you again next Hour. Maybe top up your hole if it didn’t take.” 

She laughed. “Delilah, sir. Please, come again!”