The Freeuse Scholarship — Week 1

I stepped onto the campus of Westford University, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. It was my first day as a freshman, and I had just enrolled in a unique scholarship program that would change my life forever. The Freeuse Scholarship, as it was called, was an exclusive opportunity for girls like me—petite, young, and eager—to receive a full ride to college in exchange for a very particular set of responsibilities.

As I walked towards the athlete’s dorm, my mind drifted to the orientation session I had attended earlier that week. The administrator, a sternlooking woman named Ms. Williams, had laid out the rules clearly. “You girls are here to serve,” she had said, her voice echoing in the large auditorium. “Your primary role is to cater to the needs and desires of our esteemed athletes. You will be their pleasure fucktoys, available at their beck and call.” I shivered at the memory of her words, both terrified and aroused by the idea.

I, Kayla, was a perfect candidate for this scholarship. With my fiery red hair, pale skin, and petite frame, I stood out like a delicate flower among the towering athletes. At only four foot eleven and weighing barely a hundred pounds, I knew I’d be a favorite for those who preferred their women small and submissive.

The athlete’s dorm loomed ahead, a massive brick building with a basement level dedicated to us, the Freeuse girls. I entered through a side door, my heart pounding as I imagined what awaited me. The basement was a maze of bunkrooms, each one equipped with various ual devices and furniture. I found my assigned room, marked with a simple plaque bearing my name, and entered, eager to settle in.

My bunkroom was surprisingly spacious, with a large bed, a collection of whips and restraints hanging on the walls, and a closet filled with an array of revealing outfits. I stripped out of my clothes, feeling a sense of liberation as I did so. This was my new life, and I was ready to embrace it. I chose a skimpy lace lingerie set, the sheer fabric doing little to hide my small, perky breasts and tight pink nipples.

As I adjusted my lingerie, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. My breath quickened; this was it, my first encounter. The door swung open, and the tall, muscular football coach entered, his eyes immediately locking onto my barelycovered body.

“Well, hello there, little one,” he rumbled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “I’m Coach Davis. I’ve been waiting for you.”

I blushed, feeling both nervous and flattered by his attention. “I’m Kayla, sir. At your service.”

Coach Davis smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. “Oh, I can see that, Kayla. And I intend to take full advantage of your services.” He stepped closer, his muscular body towering over me. “But first, let’s get you warmed up, shall we?”

He guided me to the bed and gently pushed me down onto the soft mattress. I felt a thrill of anticipation as he began to explore my body with his strong hands. He traced the lace of my lingerie, teasing my sensitive skin, before reaching beneath the fabric to grasp my breasts. His fingers rolled my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

“You’re so tiny,” he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. “But I can tell you’re a feisty one.”

I moaned softly as he continued to tease my breasts, his touch becoming firmer, more demanding. He tugged on my nipples, pulling them until I squirmed beneath him, my pussy already growing wet with desire. Then, with a swift motion, he ripped the flimsy lingerie from my body, leaving me completely exposed.

“Such a pretty sight,” he growled, his eyes dark with lust. He pushed my legs apart, his fingers dipping into my wetness, stroking my pussy lips. I gasped as he slid a finger inside me, his thumb circling my clit. “So tight and ready.”

His finger pumped in and out of my pussy, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I writhed beneath him, my hips rising to meet his touch, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Please, sir,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “I need more.”

Coach Davis chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. “Oh, you’ll get more, Kayla. But first, I want to taste you.”

He lowered his head between my legs, his tongue replacing his finger, probing deep into my wetness. I cried out as his mouth devoured my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit, driving me wild with pleasure. I grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, my body arching off the bed, as he licked and sucked my most sensitive spots.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” I screamed, my orgasm ripping through me. My pussy clenched around his tongue, my juices flowing freely as my body trembled in ecstasy.

Coach Davis didn’t stop; he continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out my pleasure until I was a quivering mess. Then, he rose above me, his hard cock glistening with precum.

“Now it’s my turn,” he growled, positioning himself at my entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he impaled me, filling me so completely that I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He began to move, his hips pumping relentlessly, driving his thick shaft in and out of my tight hole. The bed creaked with each forceful stroke, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

“You like that, don’t you, little one?” he grunted, his eyes burning into mine. “You like being fucked by a real man.”

I could only nod, my mouth dry, my body overwhelmed by the sensations. He pounded into me, his cock hitting my deepest spots, stretching me in ways I never imagined. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, my pussy gripping his cock like a vice.

“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, his breath hot on my face. “You’re my little fucktoy now.”

His words sent another wave of arousal through me, and I climaxed again, my pussy contracting around his cock, milking him as I came. He roared as he felt my orgasm, his own release building. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling my hole.

We lay there, our bodies intertwined, our hearts racing. Coach Davis stroked my hair, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “You were incredible, Kayla. The perfect little pleasure toy.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. “Thank you, sir. I aim to please.”

As I lay there, spent and satisfied, I knew this was just the beginning of my journey as a Freeuse girl. I couldn’t wait to discover what—or who—would come next.

He wiped his semihard cock against my face, wrapped a towel around himself, and left my room. I soon fell asleep in bliss, excited for what lay ahead.

The next morning, I woke to the girl from the next room over, who introduced herself as Lily, asking me if I wanted to grab a light breakfast with her and some of the other new girls. I threw on a Tshirt and some spandex shorts, grabbed my schoolbag, and followed her. We met a group of other new girls, all similarly dressed and eager for some conversation.

After getting food and sitting down, I noticed a number of athletes staring and talking about the group of us.

“Hey, isn’t that the redheaded girl we were watching on the live feed last night?” a stocky blondehaired boy said, pointing at me.

“Yeah, she’s the one Coach Davis fucked,” a brunette guy responded.

A blush crept up my cheeks as the guys watched me, no doubt imagining the scene from the night before.

Unfortunately, I soon had to run to class. It was just an intro writing class, and it was syllabus day, so my mind wandered to what my next encounter might entail. Then I see an email notification pop up. Someone has made a reservation to use me later! The athletes have a portal online where they can peruse our profiles or watch the live feeds in our rooms, and they can either just come down and use us if we’re home or make a reservation for later.

The email doesn’t tell me who reserved me, but it does list their preferences. Apparently, the athlete wants a blowjob and a facial, and then he’d like to pound my pussy hard. It also says I should prepare my ass, as he might want to use that as well!

My whole body shivers in anticipation as I read the words.

The rest of the day is a blur as I can’t concentrate on anything but my upcoming meeting. I practically sprint back to my room after class and hurriedly begin cleaning myself. The email had said to prepare my ass, so I grab some lube and carefully insert a plug, making sure everything is nice and slick. I’m completely naked and checking my appearance in the mirror when the door swings open and a hulking figure steps inside. He must’ve come straight from practice, as he’s still very sweaty, and the smell of his musk sends shivers down my spine. He’s gorgeous, his muscles toned and glistening, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Well, hello there,” the man says, his deep voice washing over me. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

I blush, feeling shy yet aroused by his presence. “Me too, sir,” I reply, biting my lip and looking up at him.

The man wastes no time, pushing me onto the bed and pinning me down. His rough hands roam my body, exploring every curve and inch of skin. His mouth finds mine, kissing me hungrily, his tongue dancing with mine.

I gasp as he tweaks my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. “Please,” I moan, already lost in the sensation.

“I love how sensitive you are,” he growls, his eyes blazing with lust.

The man begins stripping off his clothes, revealing his perfect physique. He’s all muscle, his abs rippling, his cock rockhard and huge.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” I whimper, spreading my legs in invitation.

“Not yet. Get on your knees.” He directs me.

I obey, eager to please him.

He sits down and pulls out his cock. My jaw drops. Even semisoft he’s huge! I take the tip between my lips and stare into his eyes. Then I start sucking his huge, veiny cock, trying to get him fully erect. I swirl my tongue around his shaft and then start deepthroating him. I gag a little but manage to stay relaxed.

He groans and his eyes roll back a bit. He puts his hand on the back of my head and starts thrusting in and out of my throat. It feels amazing.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he growls. I’m proud that I can please him so much. I’m getting really wet just from the feeling of him against the walls of my throat and the hand on the back of my head is turning me on a lot too.

He continues my throat, his massive cock getting even bigger and harder. I feel like I’m choking, but I don’t want to stop.

Suddenly, he pulls out, his huge dick covered in spit and precum which I notice is also coating my chin and tits. “Time for a reward,” he grunts, and guides me to his crotch. I continue sucking his cock and now that it’s fully erect, I could barely get half of his cock in my mouth if it weren’t for him pushing my head all the way down.

I bob up and down, enjoying the taste and smell of his masculinity.

“Mmmm, you’re such a good little whore,” he murmurs, his voice full of lust.

His compliment makes me blush, and I try to suck him even harder, wanting to make him cum.

Finally, his grip on the back of my head tightens and his breathing quickens. “I’m going to cum,” he warns.

A moment later, his cock explodes in my mouth, flooding it with his warm, sticky load. He pulls out after the first shot and aims at my face. Shot after shot lands on me, covering my entire face and tits with his hot cum. It’s such a huge load, I’m not sure I can swallow it all.

“That’s a good little slut, you liked that didn’t you?” he asks, smearing his cum all over my face and tits.

I’m so turned on by this. I want more. “Please, sir, will you fuck me?”

He laughs. “Of course, sweetheart. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

I can’t help myself, I start stroking his cock, hoping to revive it. It’s still soft, but it’s getting harder. I lean down and kiss it. He chuckles.

“Oh, you want some more of that, do you?” he teases.

“Yes, please, sir.”

“Well, if you insist,” he grins and lays down. “Get up here.”

I eagerly straddle his hips and slide his cock into me. He’s not even hard yet but I don’t care. He grabs my hips and slowly guides me up and down his shaft, helping me find the perfect rhythm. Soon, his cock is rockhard and sliding in and out of me with ease.

“Such a tight, wet pussy,” he groans.

I moan as his cock fills me, stretching my walls deliciously. My hips move on their own, rocking back and forth, taking his cock deeper and deeper.

“Fuck yeah, ride that cock,” he yells, his hands tightening on my hips.

The feeling of his fingers digging into my skin, marking me, spurs me on. I throw my head back, my red hair cascading down my back, and cry out.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Please fuck me,” I pant, desperate for him to fill me.

“Your wish is my command.”

With a single, powerful thrust, he drives his cock deep into my pussy, making me gasp and writhe. I can see his giant cock poking from the inside of my stomach. This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“So tight,” he growls.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he fucks me with abandon. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I can’t bring myself to care. All I can focus on is the feeling of his thick cock splitting me open, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He grunts and grips my hips, pulling me onto his cock. The sensation is almost too much.

“Please,” I beg, not knowing exactly what I’m asking for.

“Please what, baby girl?”

“I need you. All of you,” I whimper.

With a primal roar, he pins me to the bed and begins me like an animal. His cock is so deep inside me that it hits my cervix with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. He takes ahold of me and flips me over so he’s on top and starts thrusting way deeper than before.

It hurts, but it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, using his weight to hold me in place. His breath is hot against my ear, his body pressed against mine. I can feel the heat radiating from him, his heartbeat pounding in time with mine.

The head of his cock stretches me as it pushes against my cervix. It hurts, but the pain only enhances the pleasure. I writhe beneath him, arching my back and grinding my hips against him, desperate for more.

“Yes,” he grunts. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

His hand slips between us, his thumb rubbing my clit as his cock pulses inside me. I’m so close.

“Come for me,” he commands.

His words push me over the edge. My body convulses as waves of pleasure wash over me. His fingers continue working my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I’m completely spent.

He leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

“You were incredible,” he murmurs.

I can only smile in response, my mind still foggy with bliss. He falls asleep on top of me and still inside me, and I soon nod off as well. A few hours later, I wake up to him rubbing his cock against me.

“Can’t get enough of you, can I?” he chuckles, his voice husky with sleep.

I spread my legs and guide him back into me, the feeling of him filling me causing us both to moan. He takes his time, his hands roaming over my body.

“Did you prepare like I asked?” he questions me.

“Yes, sir,” I say, pointing to the nightstand where the lube is sitting out.

“Good girl.”

He positions me so I’m on all fours and spreads my cheeks, examining me.

“So perfect,” he groans.

“Thank you, sir.”

He lines himself up with my ass and begins pushing into me. It burns, but it’s the most exquisite burn.

“Such a tight ass,” he comments.

I whimper as his thick cock stretches my tight hole, the feeling of being filled by him driving me wild.

“Oh fuckkk,” I moan, the sensation overwhelming.

He slowly sinks into me, the burning intensifying with every inch. I squirm beneath him, gasping for air.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says, his voice strained.

I grip the sheets, willing myself to relax, to accept him. Finally, his hips meet mine, his cock buried in my ass. We pause for a moment, the feeling of him stretching me almost unbearable.

Then he starts to move.

Slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting me get used to the feeling. I relax into him, his strong hands gripping my hips.

“Such a good girl,” he tells me, picking up the pace.

The friction builds, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers dig into my skin, his breath hot against my neck.

“Take it all,” he whispers.

My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips. I can feel the pressure building, the release almost within reach.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he commands.

And I do, my body tensing and shuddering, waves of pleasure washing over me. I’ve never cum from anal before. He grips my hips tighter, his own release following.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies entwined, the only sound our ragged breathing.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his hand gently caressing my face.

I smile, a blush coloring my cheeks.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” he says, sitting up, “I’ll be using you lots more though I promise.” He tweaks my nipple. “Can you clean me off real quick, then I’ve gotta run.”

“Yes,” I say and begin cleaning his cock with my tongue, his musk turning me on even more.

He pulls me up and gives me a deep kiss, his tongue probing mine, then leaves. I’m still so horny and think about getting off, but remember I could have a lot more coming. I drift off into a satisfied slumber.

As the days passed, the routine became easier and more familiar. Classes during the day, and being used as a object by the athletes in the evening. Sometimes I would only have one guy a night, sometimes many. Some were rough, some were gentle, but all were demanding. Each session was recorded, and I watched the live feed a few times, masturbating to the sight of my body being used by various men.

One morning, I awoke to an urgent message on my phone. One of the athletes had reserved me for the entire afternoon. My heart raced with excitement; a whole afternoon spent pleasuring an athlete was rare and highly prized among the freeuse girls.

As I got ready, I wondered what to expect. What did the athlete have in store for me? Would it be the same rough, hard as usual, or would it be something new and exciting?

I’ll let you know what happened soon in my next chapter!