Marcie ceased to belong to herself at precisely six o'clock on a Monday evening. She was assisting her boyfriend, Samson, in painting his miniature soldiers as they watched the news livestream on their smart TV. It was a mundane activity that they had enjoyed doing together ever since they started dating two years ago. It was a regular event on Monday nights. It kept them sane through the Monday blues. What wasn't mundane, what wasn't regular, what wasn't sane, was what came out of the speakers.
"This just in…" The bombshell of a news anchor brushed aside her long blonde hair and placed her fingers to her ear. "Following the alarming rise in national depression, and the subsequent declaration of a mental health state of emergency, Parliament has ratified The National Social Vitality Act, effective immediately." She hesitated as she read the teleprompter; concern flashed in her eyes.
"Under Section Four, colloquially known as the Free Use Mandate, all female citizens between the ages of eighteen and fifty-five are hereby designated as 'Public Assets' to aid in the alleviation of male isolation and societal despair," the bombshell blonde dropped the bombshell news.
"As of six o'clock today, the refusal of any sexual advances by male citizens of age towards female citizens of age is no longer legally permitted." The news anchor looked to her right, where her co-anchor sat and mouthed something silent. He made a face and shrugged. "Uh… our government would like to remind you that this measure is for the greater good of our collective mental health. Resistance, obstruction, or denial of access will result in immediate arrest and indefinite detainment in a Correction Centre."
"Compliance is compassion. Please stand by for local enforcement guidelines."
"Thank you, Ashley," the male anchor said with a wicked grin growing on his face, "our network would like to advise all people under the age of eighteen to stop watching now as we demonstrate the Free Use Mandate." A few moments of silence passed.
"What do you mean, demonstrate, John?"
"I've been wanting to say this for years. Suck my dick Ashley." John reached down under the desk, and a long unzipping sound followed.
"You can't be serious."
"You don't want to be arrested, do you? We already have local law enforcement in the studio."
"Oh…" Ashley looked passed that camera to someone offscreen. She looked down at her co-anchor's crotch. She looked back at the camera. She looked back down. "Alright…" Ashley leaned over, and her head disappeared under the table.
"Oh yeah." John's eyes closed in satisfaction as the sound of sucking was audible over the livestream. "That…" John's hand rested on top of Ashley's head and guided her up and down, the back of her blonde hair barely popping up above the news desk. "That's all we have for now…" he looked down at his co-anchor's work. "As Ashley said, please stand by for local enforcement guidelines." He held back a groan but continued as professionally as possible, the sounds of slurping growing louder, "If you come across any non-compliance, please call the Criminal Negligence hotline below." A free-to-call telephone number appeared at the bottom of the screen. John reached over and slapped Ashley's ass, which was sticking up. A muffled complaint was heard from her before the screen started to play standby ads.
"Ok, when did you change the stream to PornSub?" Marcie shook her head as she dipped her paintbrush into dark green paint.
"What? I thought you were trying to play a prank on me. This isn't one of those online challenges, is it?" Samson placed a completed model into his drying pile. "Wait. That was Ashley Bing and John Calmer, aren't they famous?"
"I mean, sort of, I've been watching them for a few years now. How haven't you noticed? We watch them every week."
"You watch them every week. I'm just painting." Samson winked and grabbed a new model. "Could be AI."
"I don't think it is AI," Marcie grabbed her phone and pointed it towards Samson. Notifications were flooding her screen. It was blowing up.
They can be fucking serious.
WTF!!!???
Police are at my door, saying they'll take me away if I don't fuck my ex.
OMG gonna abuse the fuck outta this one.
Why only guys?
Time to leave the country… NVM they closed the borders.
Based government!
How did they get all the female politicians to vote yes on this?
"Holy shit…" Samson's hand shook, and he placed down his unpainted soldier.
"Holy shit indeed." Marcie agreed as she turned her notifications to silent. "This is some hentai-level bullshit. I literally jacked you off to a hentai just like this last week."
"Yeah, it's all good and well as a fantasy. But having it actually happen is fucked up beyond belief. You're telling me I could walk next door and ask Mrs Helavoni to fuck me and she would legally be obligated to do so?"
"You better not." Marcie raised both eyes over her black reading glasses. "No fucking the neighbourhood milf Sam."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Samson lied, "besides, all I need is my beautiful nerdy, busty, brunette babe." Samson leaned in and gave Marcie a reassuring kiss.
"Don't forget sexy," Marcie said between kisses, "and intelligent." She pulled Samson in closer, the painting all but forgotten.
"Sexy, beautiful, hard working."
"Let me show you just how hard working I can be…" Marcie pulled off her pyjama shirt above her head and tossed it to the side of the living room. She had not been wearing a bra; she liked to let the girls breathe when relaxing at home, and she knew how much Samson loved seeing her bounce around all day. Marcie was surprised, despite having seen her breasts more times than she could count, he still had the same reaction each time. Utmost joy. Wide-eyed lust.
"Are you sure we should be doing this now? At a time like this?" Samson's eyes were firmly locked onto Marcie's extremely ample breasts even as he suggested restraint.
"No time like now. If the world is going crazy, we might as well go crazy, right? So are you gonna dig in or what?"
"Bon apatite!" Samson buried his head between Marcie's familiar flesh. His head was beset from the left and right by his girlfriend's beautiful breasts. His hands roamed to the peaks of her mountains and were lost in the softness of them. As he came up for air, he got to work sucking on her nipples.
"Ah… yes… good boy." Marcie moaned as Samson's tongue flicked the tips of her. He was exceedingly good at worshipping her tits, a breast man through and through. She ran her hands through his short brown hair and messed it up playfully. She looked deeply into his eyes and decided that she should do that thing he loved oh so much. "Lie down on the couch. Take off your pants while you're at it."
Samson sprang over to the couch with a hop and a skip, rapidly bounding and flopping back onto the soft cushions. He bounced twice before settling. With the speed reserved for a house fire, he took off his pants and kicked them away.
Marcie walked over to the cupboard near the couch, retrieved a small bottle of lube and poured it down her cleavage. With both hands, she rubbed it in and around her breasts. She looked over to Samson's already hardening cock, which was about to be engulfed. Samson looked like he had won the lottery. And to be fair, Marcie was a jackpot. She bounded over, making a show of her approach. Each step made her hefty bosom quake. With a smooth motion, she crawled up Samson's legs and expertly slid his now fully erect shaft between her tits.
"Fuck yeah!" Samson was not subtle about his approval. He was already bucking his hips upward between Marcie's tits and towards her mouth. However, the effort was almost futile; there was no escaping the warm void that was Marcie's titfucking. Her breasts easily swallowed all of Samson's length; only the very tip, of the tip, of his cock would be able to see light again.
Marcie pressed her breasts together and moved them up and down Samson's length. She looked into her boyfriend's eyes and saw him in a state of bliss. "You like that? You like fucking my big tits? Your cock feels so fucking nice and hard between them." Marcie moaned. She knew how to push Samson's buttons.
"I do." Samson nodded rapidly like an idiot as he reached down to grab Marcie's breasts.
"Uh uh uh." Marcie wiggled her finger, never stopping her bouncing motion. "This one is all me." She stuck her tongue out long and wide. She looked down towards her breasts and at the pink tip of Samson's cock. A few licks, barely pillowing the tip of Samson's cock, but enjoyable all the same. She loved the taste of him, she licked up the precum and flavoured lube she was able to scavange. His cock was beautiful. "Let me serve you tonight. You did such a good job eating me out yesterday, and I want to return the favour."
"Oh god, yes." Samson's moans were starting to grow heavier. Marcie could feel him start to pulse between her cleavage. He was close. It wouldn't take much to finish the job, but Marcie wanted to savour the look on his face.
"Not yet." Marcie stopped, suddenly pulling her tits off of Samson's cock. His length twitched in the air. She waited a few agonising moments before returning. Samson was putty in her hands… or rather her tits.
"Fuck Marcie, you're torturing me." Samson bit his lip and rolled his head back onto the couch.
"You love it," Marcie continued to envelop Samson's cock, "I bet you want to blow your load right between my tits." Marcie increased her pace. "You want to paint this slutty tits white with your load?" Faster now. "Come on, give it to me, give me your cum. I want your thick—"
"Ugh!" A rope of cum erupted from between Marcie's breasts and splashed against her face, and some entered her mouth. She didn't stop. She continued to milk Samson with her motions, each bounce collecting more and more of his seed. A white pool formed in her cleavage. Marcie lapped it up as best she could.
"Delicious. That pineapple is working well." Marcie released Samson's still twitching cock. White ran down its length. Marcie wasn't going to let it go to waste. She leaned down and cleaned off her boyfriend from base to tip. All the while massaging his balls to extract every last drop. She was a happy mess when she was done. Cum on her face, cum on her tits, cum down her throat. Samson was drained until he looked like a ghost.
"That was incredible." Samson huffed.
"I know." Marcie licked her lips. "I'm going to go get cleaned up and start on dinner. Hopefully by the morning the world will be less fucking insane."
"Yeah. Who needs all the other girls in the world when I've got the best one right here?"
"You're so cheesy."