The Making of A Free Use Family

Chapter 1 - Duty and Service

Adam stepped off the bus, finally he had returned home after 3 months; and he knew it would be the last time. He scanned the waiting crowd before spotting Emily, his wife–and, for now, his only cock sleeve.

She was wearing a short denim skirt and long knee length socks–exactly what he instructed her to wear; easy access.

Her blonde hair was braided into pigtails, with cute red ribbons to tie up the ends like an old western style cowgirl.

Emily was a lot younger than Adam. She was only 20 when they met during military service, although Adam was her superior and she was a field nurse in training before getting pregnant with their first daughter.

The pregnancies didn’t seem to have affected the tightness of her body however—she was petite, her extra small clothes hugged her small waist—plus she kept herself fit under Adam’s strict instruction.

Pairing with her denim skirt, Emily was wearing a simple white top that stretched slightly outwards by her modestly sized B cup breasts.

She definitely stood out from the crowd of other wives waiting—some overweight and unbearable from years of getting comfortable, lacking discipline, and others showing signs of tiredness, old and haggard.

But not Emily. She retained her youthful glow, her porcelain white skin clear of marks and blemishes.

Adam noticed the other marines returning from duty glancing sidelong at her, eyeing her up and down, undressing her with their eyes—a flicker of envy for not being able to have her. To own her just as he did.

She belonged to Adam, and he knew that she knew she would forever be in service to him. He had trained her to milk his cock whenever he instructed—and he always, without fail, would cum inside whatever orifice he demanded from her.

But it wasn’t always like this—these things take time. It was a matter of finding the right person, thought Adam, and training them with discipline until all they are, their very being , is their pussy, asshole, mouth, and whatever else he desired.

When they first met, Adam knew she would be the one. At the time he worked at the base they were both stationed at—Adam was an officer, and she was training to be a field nurse.

She would regularly pay visits to his private officer’s cabin—of which only ranked officials like Adam were afforded privacy in comparison to the recruits he was stationed to train.

Emily enjoyed that about Adam—he was assertive, commanded authority, and she needed that. She loved being told what to do, loved to be commanded, and enjoyed the privilege of Adam’s rank while at base.

It wasn’t long before they started seeing each other romantically, and even shorter until they began their sexual ritual. But it wasn’t the normal kind of sex like two lovers would have, Adam was very specific about what he wanted from her, and she was only eager to oblige to his demands.

Not too dissimilar to the recruits he’d train during the day— Adam would train Emily on how to best service him at night.

He would stand against the wall, and commanded Emily to only make a single contact point with him, no hands, no kissing—just her pussy and his cock.

At Adam’s instructions, she would bend over completely stripped down and naked while Adam wore his uniform—a kink of hers—with only his cock exposed through the zipper of his trousers and his hands resting behind his back.

With just her pussy enveloped around him, and her hands braced against her knees bent over, she began milking him, making long and slow strokes with her pussy—all while Adam made no movement at all; her ass in full view swaying back and forth like a pendulum.

The head of his cock throbbing against the tightness of her pussy, Adam felt incredible as the glands of his cock dragged against the walls of her insides, scraping against her inner folds.

The grip of her pussy was perfect.

Emily similarly loved having sex like this, with no hands, no kissing, no bodily embrace other than his cock and her pussy—she can start to focus and feel every part, every inch, every moment that she tightens or relaxes, or when he hardens further as he gets closer to cumming.

At the beginning—she would wince slightly with discomfort. Adam was big, bigger than what she’d had before, and it took her some time to accommodate to his cock.

Now she takes pleasure in knowing her pussy is a perfect match for him, almost like it moulded itself to him and took his shape on the inside.

He would instruct her to go slow, and then fast at different intervals, bucking her hips against him—to tighten and relax at different moments.

Her pussy like a vacuum seal, creating a suction that was difficult to pull out from.

The idea of ‘servicing’ him like this turned Emily on, and she felt thrilled at the idea of being used in this way, that it was now her duty to make sure she milks her man every night to the last drop.

When Adam was close to climaxing, he always instructed her to press hard back into him, and tighten her pussy as much as she could while he’d pulsate, still keeping his hands behind his back and focusing on clenching his pelvis; cumming almost violently and intensely into her while she gripped and braced against him, greedily attempting to keep as much cum from slipping out.

Emily would always, without fail, cum when he came—like her body was perfectly synced to his, and it satisfied her immensely to drain his balls whenever he commanded.

Most times they’d be covered in a thick sheen of sweat; having fucked like this regularly for just over an hour, slow and purposeful.

Soon she’d make herself available to him at all hours, more frequently, and at odder and more public locations.

Emily became free to use for Adam, and she had given up her free will willingly to him; during his calls reporting to his seniors she’d service him with her mouth, and during his morning coffee she’d squat down onto him as he’d read the news—and Adam would be relieved every time, cumming constantly inside her.

In return, Adam would take care of her on base—she was untouchable by any of the recruits and had the best treatment from the other officers and staff stationed there who looked at her with envy at being so young, and yet gaining the favour of such a senior officer.

This would be their ritual for the next few years at base before they got married and it wouldn’t be long before they had their first child with the amount of creampies Adam delivered regularly.

This would only be the beginning of Adam’s vision for her, however; his wife, trained to be freely usable at any given moment, to service him like it was her duty—a vision he planned to continue on now with his daughters.

Adam snapped back to the present as he looked now at his wife. Their years of marriage didn’t seem to have any wearing affect on her, as she was still glowing with vibrant youth.

Her pear shaped ass was definitely her best feature though, thought Adam, and with the strict training that Adam assigned to her; her waist stayed small with an acceptable ratio from her hips to ass, even after having their second daughter.

Adam dropped his bag as she ran toward him.

He caught her in his strong arms, burying his face in her neck, breathing heavily as she wrapped her legs around him tightly and pressed herself against him.

He could smell the strong pheromones she was creating, a desire to be bred and creampied.

"I missed you." she whispered, her voice husky and thick with wanting.

Adam already knew what that meant, as he gently dropped her down.

"Let’s get home. Now." she bit her lips in anticipation while eyeing him.

Then she kissed him—soft and slow at first, as though reacquainting herself with him. But it deepened quickly, fueled by months of longing.

They barely made it into the car before Adam tightly grabbed her exposed thigh just above her knee high socks.

“Wait there’s still people here,” she let out, her smile betraying the fact she didn’t want him to stop.

The carpark was busy—but Adam didn’t care. He pressed further and hiked up her skirt while she reclined back into her seat.

Her breathing was short and face flushed with anticipation. Adam maintained eye contact with her the whole time, like a predator watching his prey, and she knew there’d be no stopping him now.

He felt a furnace building between her thighs as he gently caressed the hard nub in her panties, and he smiled as he found her weak spot.

Her clitoris was throbbing through the lace of her underwear, and Adam circled his thumb gently around it.

“Oh fuck…” she sighed out, trying not to let her face betray her ecstacy as a happy family walked by.

“Adam I… stop wait,”

But Adam could read her body well.

She didn’t want him to stop.

Emily grasped at Adam’s arm and braced herself for the inevitable. She locked eyes with him and smiled open mouthed, silently signalling to him she was close.

With a rubbing motion he placed slightly more pressure on just the right places and intensified his movement while keeping a straight face to conceal their dirty secret from the departing families and couples around them.

She would never admit it but the idea of getting off while so many people walked by thrilled and enticed her.

She was thoroughly wet through her panties, which only lubricated his movements to be quicker and harder.

“Adam!” she squealed as she gushed through her panties.

She tried to control her face, but it was fully flushed now, even attracting a few concerning looks from a couple passing by.

Her legs convulsed for a short while before calming down, and her heavy breathing slowly resolved to a relaxed pace.

Adam pulled back his fingers, now sticky and dripping—he popped both into her mouth as she sucked them clean for him.

She was now prepared for him.

“Naughty.” She smiled knowingly of what’s about to come.

Adam started and moved the car around the corner into a more secluded location and reclined the seat back.

Emily took the hint and smiled.

She knew what he liked, and he didn’t want something so simple as a handjob or blowjob—and not especially while he had been gone for so long on duty.

In fact she also yearned to taste him with her other mouth.

Adam growled deeply as she straddled herself on top of him and unzipped his uniform slacks.

He leaned back, fully reclining his chair, and rested his head back on his hands.

“You know what to do.” He grinned.

Adam was already throbbing from before, but he was extremely hard now.

She gripped his veiny cock tightly and pulled it gently through the zipper hole.

With no more time to waste she squatted over him, not bothering to take off her skirt as she pulled her panties to the side.

Her knee length socks brushed against his thighs and his eager tip kissed her dripping pussy lips.

This was the part she loved the most—the teasing; but Adam wasn’t having it today.

Suddenly, and impatiently—he grabbed her by her long pigtails and pulled down hard, she arched back and spread open like a flower as he entered her.

He kept driving her down until she fully enveloped him—and it took all his concentration not to immediately blow his load, even if it was his right to, he wasn’t ready to stop just yet.

Emily gasped out loud and bit into her bottom lip, no longer needing to conceal their dirty act in their new secluded location.

They stayed like that for a moment as her pussy pulsated and gently massaged him as she familiarised herself with his size once again.

Adam grabbed her cute ass and started to rock her up and down the length of his cock—her extremely wet pussy leaving little to no friction as she went from tip back to hilt, making sure every inch of him was felt.

“That’s it, good girl…” he grunted as the head of his knob began to throb, reaching closer to his goal.

She could feel him tensing up, knowing he was close, and knowing exactly what to do in the moment.

Emily pressed down hard into his hips and started focusing on tightening up her pussy.

Under Adam’s instruction, she had been training weeks to do this—practicing kegel exercises just for this moment.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck ,” he gasped, as he gripped her ass and pressed even further down to penetrate deeper than before.

Emily hugged him close as his breath began to shorten, and he reached the point of no return

She felt a warmth oozing inside as his cock expanded and she contracted her tight pussy with each pulse of cum shooting deep into her.

Emily was cumming too, still sensitive from before, but the ecstasy of the moment like an aphrodisiac turned her on too much to resist.

She moved to lift her hips and pulled herself from him, cupping her hands underneath her now raw and red pussy to catch the aftermath.

A thick glob fell out from her and landed in her palm. She played around with it with her fingers before tilting her head up and arching her palm towards her open mouth.

“Good girl. Remember what I taught you. Don’t waste a drop.” Commanded Adam as it spilled down into her throat. She ended with a hard swallow; tongue out to show him.

“Don’t forget to finish the job,” as he pressed her head down towards his still hard cock.

Emily took it into her mouth, sucking and licking thoroughly to make sure there was nothing left.

She gently played with the tip of his cock, sliding her nimble tongue slightly into his urethra to tease out whatever is left.

Adam clenched and a dribble poured out to Emily’s delight as she lapped it up.

Sufficiently happy with her service, her duty now performed, he rewarded her with a hard slap on the ass as she shuffled back into her seat.

“Let’s go home… the girls are waiting to see their daddy.” She smiled, feeling full, her panties now soaked in various fluids—their reunion now complete.

Adam knew in more ways than one that he couldn’t wait to see how grown his girls had become.

It was dark now as they reached home as a voice called out from the open window above the car port, “Daddy!” Adam looked up to see his youngest, Lilly, wide eyed and smiling from above.

Adam could make out her freckled face and soft features from the car. Lilly was a studious girl, now in her first year of university on a full ride scholarship—but she decided to live at home instead of on campus. She was always driven by family.

Loyal and smart—Adam couldn’t be happier with how his youngest developed into.

“Hey… didn’t you arrive a lot earlier? Why are you so late?” his eldest Mia came out the front in a plaid red checkered skirt, ripped metal tee, and donning a tight spiked choker like the collar you’d see on a pitbull.

She had various tattoos across her body, seemingly randomly placed—the number of them growing each time he was gone.

Mia was bustier than her mother—her D cup breasts and hard nipples showing through her shirt, with a slight rip exposing some underboob. She also had on black lipstick and some deep eyeliner and carried the attitude alongside her looks.

She began to stride off towards the street where there was a car waiting for her, “Anyway I’m off—bye now. Nathan’s here.”

“Wait, but your father only just got home. You won’t be staying for dinner?” Emily interjected, but Mia was already halfway down the driveway and didn’t seem to, or want to, hear her.

“It’s alright, I’ll speak to her later.” Adam waved her off, smiling—although deep inside her knew she needed to be disciplined. He kept that thought for another time as Lilly came outside to greet him.

“My little girl!” Adam exclaimed and went to match her embrace. Lilly’s skin was so soft, her features entirely innocent and very girly, unlike Mia. She was the smallest between his wife and Mia, and barely needed to wear a bra for her A cup breasts—although she was definitely the best looking of them all.

Lilly had dark hair, like Adam and she had her mother’s perfect skin and youthful glow. She had pink glossy lipstick on, and was dressed in her silk white sleeping gown that only went down towards her knees like a long shirt.

“Hi Daddy,” she beamed up at him, and pressed herself against his chest, her soft eyes betraying a note of mischief behind them. Something stirred inside Adam at that very moment, and he made a note to confirm that feeling later.

It was already late now in the evening, Emily and Lily were already in bed early while Adam stayed up, nursing a whisky neat in the kitchen.

“Jetlagged?”

Adam was startled and whipped around.

“Oh—it’s just you. It’s late.” Adam glanced at his watch, already half past midnight.

Mia was standing in the kitchen hallway crossing her arms like a school teacher about to discipline a bad student.

“Whatever. I always go out this late. Mum doesn’t seem to mind and you’re never around anyway.” She said with her back turned to him as she grabbed herself a glass and helped herself to his whisky.

Adam smiled—he needed an excuse to release some built up tension but took a breath to calm himself down first.

She was testing him; testing the boundaries she can push him like she could push her mother. But Adam was a bigger force to be reckoned with, and Mia would suffer the consequences of disobedience and insubordination.

He drew on his years of experience teaching fresh recruits who thought they owned the place—and sometimes it was better to have them think they did, before unleashing a reckoning of reality on them. Adam savoured that moment as he was savouring the opportunity now.

“Well, I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.” Adam drained the remainder of his whisky and set it down softly before filling it up again. Mia had already finished hers—Adam didn’t know how used to alcohol she was, although she was only 19 so it was to be expected at that age.

Mia wore a mischievous smile as she reached for Adam’s now full glass in lieu of refilling her own. This was the moment Adam was waiting for, the moment she tried to push him further.

He quickly grabbed her wrist and easily spun her around against the kitchen island so she was bent over it with her arm now bent behind her back.

“FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!” She tried to yell out, but Adam had his other hand braced against her mouth to smother her wails of disagreement of what was happening.

“Shhhhhh, your mother and sister are asleep. If they wake up, I’ll make this worse for you—you little brat.”

Mia’s eyes met her father’s, and she saw his eyes were alight with a look she’d never seen before, and at that moment she knew he was completely serious.

She nodded with understanding and acceptance as he freed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her other arm and held both behind her back. Mia was still bent over the kitchen island; squirming and struggling against him—but Adam was strong, much stronger than she was.

“ Wha-  wait what are you doing. Dad?” She breathed out in short breaths. Adam grabbed both her wrists easily in one hand, and with his free hand he grabbed her neck so she’d face him, his body braced against hers.

“Not one peep. Tonight is the night you learn some discipline.”

Adam moved his hand down her top and easily tore the already torn shirt aside so that Mia was wearing nothing but the remaining tattered threads.