Slut Finder: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “Better believe it,” I grunted, not letting my hips pause, keeping her on the edge of sanity with my manhood as the perpetrator.

  Now that she was enjoying it as much as I was it meant I had license to really let go and thrust into her with all my might, wanting to send her crazy for me, so crazy that even once the hypnosis ended she’d still be lusting for my cock.

  Her moans flooded the room as our bodies clapped together thanks to the force of my hips slapping into her round ass, burying my throbbing manhood into the vice like center with a ruthless efficiency, locking our bodies together in taboo bliss.

  I had promised to use all of her holes and I had made no promises about not filling each and every one with cum. I’d blasted her mouth with my cum, I’d flooded her pussy with my jizz and finally it was her asses turn to taste all of my thick manhood.

  “I’m almost there,” I warned her as I felt my insides bubbling up in excitement, “I hope you’re ready. I hope you’re ready to have your last hole marked as my property.”

  “Yes yes yes!” she screamed out, the fittings almost shaking from the volume. “Do it, do it! Mark me as your property!”

  “How can I resist? I’m going to cum, I’m going to make your ass my own!”

  I gritted my teeth together as the orgasm raced through my body, making it tremble in place. The hotness of my release escaped my shaft and blasted itself into the depths of her ring, spraying out rope after rope of thick, manly, cream into her feminine body, marking it with my orgasm. Now every hole of hers had tasted my cum.

  We remained locked in place, my arms gripping around her as she was still unable to use hers, bodies grinding together as I unleashed every drop of my seed into her hole, not parting ways until she was good and claimed.

  Slowly I drew back, the conquering hero, the wench claimed as my property. It could all fade away as soon as the hypnosis ended but looking down there and then, she was mine.

  She was even more exhausted than I was, panting hotly and heavily, her chest pumping in place while her cheeks glowed a hot, intense, red. Of course though, with my levels of lust and someone as intoxicating as her, there was still a devil lurking on my shoulder.

  “Chloe, you don’t have anything you need to do today, do you?”

  Looking up at me in confusion she shook her head.

  “No, nothing I can think of.”

  “Good,” I growled, leaning tightly over her body, casting my presence over her smaller form, “Because I have a lot more to show you before I need to go.”

  Her heart seemed to skip a beat below me as she saw the predator in my eyes, a moan pouring from her lips.

  “Anything you say sir.”

  I had conquered my prey, now it was time to start having some fun with her.

  Level 8: The Dancer

  Yesterday was amazing, truly amazing. An S rating, I didn’t know Slut Finder had such a surprise in store for me. My entire outlook on the world had changed, I didn’t know there were such wonders about. I didn’t know I had one living right next door.

  Despite the fact that if I went one door down I’d be able to find an out of this world babe I strived for exploration. Sure I always had my next door neighbor to fall back on if I needed her but I wanted to go out there and meet new and amazing women. I had the power of Slut Finder at my disposal and I didn’t want it to go to waste.

  As ever I leveled up the app which gave me more scanning power and range, increasing my scope for finding the women of my dreams, now turned reality.

  I’d really lucked out with my first scan since discovering the S class, having one of them right next door to me. That stroke of fortune lulled me into a false sense of security. It made me believe that anywhere I went I’d be tripping over those with that new, amazing, rank. That didn’t happen.

  I scanned every location I had been in the past and couldn’t find a thing. I knew they’d been hidden from me before so I simply assumed that they’d been under my nose all this time. That wasn’t the case, they were the real needle in the haystack.

  New women were recommended to me, A+ in rank. One day ago I’d had bitten Slut Finder’s hand off for that but now it just wasn’t enough. I’d tasted the forbidden fruit and now I wanted seconds. I wouldn’t be satisfied by anything other than the absolute cream of the crop.

  The city had thousands of women of different ages, heights, weights, colours, jobs, interests and more but I couldn’t seem to find one who managed to reach the very mountaintop of the Slut Finder ranking system. No matter where I went and scanned I didn’t see that enchanting letter, the letter S, on my screen.

  A day that had began with optimism and hope, I’d awoken and jumped out of bed a lot quicker than usual filled with spirit, was slowly crumbling. Joy about my latest encounter and all the amazing ones like it had built me up. This lack of progress was sending it all tumbling down again.

  My mind kept telling me to go home, that I’d lost this battle. I’d peaked too soon and now the only way was down, there was no way I’d find another woman with that level of ability no matter how far I looked. I only continued to march and scan through a determination that refused to fully drain away.

  All hope looked lost. The only thing that would save me would be divine intervention now.

  The latest scan came up on the phone. Recommended. Name, Ulrika. Age, twenty two. Occupation, dancer. Rating, S.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to rub them to make sure the thing I was seeing wasn’t a hallucination brought on through despair and desperation however no matter how much I rubbed the image I was seeing refused to go away. S rank.

  I’d never walked so fast before in my life. My eyes were glued onto the locator function on my app as I chased after it with all of my emotions racing back to me. Life had threatened to give me lemons but now it was rewarding me for my perseverance with pussy. There really was a god and it was called Slut Finder.

  My phone took me to a gym somewhere in the middle of the city. I knew my beauty was waiting within and without delay I ventured in to find her.

  Navigating through a jungle of workout machines and sweaty men in tight fitting outfits I managed to spy my eyes onto a woman who matched the image on my phone. There was no doubting it, this was her, Ulrika.

  She was a dancer by trade so it was only natural her body was hot, fit and tight. She was small, petite and very feminine with powerful legs, exposed rather openly in the leotard she was wearing.

  Unlike most who were here to use the machines, running or lifting weights, or perhaps had just came to use the sauna, Ulrika was waiting outside an open room which looked like it was for her particular trade, dancing. With a towel hanging around her shoulders and a bottle of water in her hand it was clear to see she was taking a break.

  I looked past her to see if I was interrupting any sort of lesson. No, it looked like the hall was empty. She must have been practicing all on her own. How perfect for me.

  As she turned around and went back into the room I took a hold of my phone and began to look through the hypnosis features for this particular session, settling down on one that I thought would be rather appropriate before following her into the room.

  I closed the door behind us, separating us from that busy, noisy, gym, isolating the two of us in the large dance hall. Of course I made sure to lock it too, I didn’t want us to be interrupted.

  “Erm yes, you are?” she said to me, obviously observing my weird behavior. I couldn’t blame her even if I would soon be stopping her.

  “Ah yes, I am an instructor here and I was looking to give you a few pointers.”

  She looked up and down at me. While she was dressed in a leotard, clearly ready to dance, I was just in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I didn’t exactly have the look of an instructor about me, just some guy who’d came in from the streets. Then again I was a guy who had just came in from the streets.

  “You don’t look like an instructor. Besides I do not need any tips.”

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bsp; “Do not let me looks deceive you. Do you not recognize me?”

  “No, should I?” she asked, raising a brow as she looked at me closely.

  “Ah here,” I said as I walked closer to her, getting my phone back out and holding it in her direction. “Maybe this will help clear up the confusion.”

  Always it was too easy. Every single time. Was this time easy as well? Of course it was. I held up the phone and like an obedient girl the eyes were drawn inwards, into the middle of the screen. Eyes transfixed onto my app the hypnosis got to work, her face dulling over in an instant. Success.

  She remained in her blank state for only a few moments, no longer than a few seconds, before all of reality came back to her. However this was a reality warped, this was truly a fantasy. I’d led her to believe I was a dance instructor and had implied I was a big one. Slut Finder made it so.

  Ulrika gasped at me, cupping her hands over her mouth as her eyes bulged open, staring into me.

  “Oh my god I can’t believe it,” her soft voice squealed out in excitement. “I can’t believe such a star would be willing to give me advise.”

  There it was, I was a star now, a star which was turn a dancing pro like her into a little girl. I didn’t know who she thought I was, if anybody, but all that mattered is I was a big deal and I had her wrapped around my little finger.

  “Yes you’re one lucky girl. Now I need you to listen to me and follow my commands exactly and I will make you a star as well. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, yes, anything you say sir.”

  Obedience, what a glorious trait. I rubbed my fingers over my chin as I observed her stunning body, squeezed so invitingly in that tight leotard.

  “First of all I want to see how you normally dance. Go on, put on a show for me.”

  I didn’t actually know a thing about dancing but I didn’t want to miss the chance to see a beauty like her twisting around from up close.

  Just like I ordered she began to dance around for me. Looking at her outfit and her build it wasn’t too surprising to see the type of dancer she was was a ballet dancer. I’d never gone to see ballet before, far too girly for my liking, but seeing the way she elegantly twisted around on her legs and glided through the air, landing with only a soft poof on the floor, it was truly enchanting.

  I almost got lost in watching her perform for me, I could see why so many people wanted to watch ballet. I managed to snap myself out of the trance, not wanting to be hypnotised myself, clapping my hands together firmly to bring her attention back to me.

  “Ah how wonderful, you are an amazing dancer,” I complimented. I lied a lot to get my own way but I wasn’t lying about this. Ulrika truly was an incredible dancer.

  “Thank you very much sir,” she said, lowering herself down and curtsying for me in motion, “That means alot coming from somebody as distinguished and successful as you.”

  “Even though it was certainly good my dear it was sadly far from perfect.” This is where I lied, I hadn’t a clue if it was perfect or not. Great yes. Perfect who knows. “First of all I wish for you to strip naked.”

  Like a flash she covered herself with her hands, her body not even undressed yet, cheeks starting to glow pink.

  “Naked sir?”

  “That’s right, naked.”

  “Do I have to sir?”

  “I thought I told you to follow all of my orders. Trust me when I say it is most necessary or do you doubt my methods?”

  She sharply shook her head. She clearly didn’t want to disappoint me. On whatever I was in her head I was big enough to have my words become gospel. She may not have wanted to do it but yet she still listened to me.

  Slowly that leotard which was covering her body was wiggled down her beautiful body, exposing that soft, white, flesh before my eyes, revealing a sexy, petite, frame. Her breaths were heavy, her cheeks were red and very shortly after she stood before me totally naked, covering herself with her hands.

  “Like this sir?” Her voice was softer than usual, she must have really been nervous about doing this, not that I could blame her, no matter how many woman had seen me naked in the previous week.

  “Yes that’s quite good, well done dear. Now I shall need you to dance for me again.”

  “You want me to dance naked?” The more I said to her the softer her voice seemed to get, regressing back to a small muffled squeak.

  “Like I said this is my method. Clothes are so restricting and hide so much from the eye. The only way to get a clear picture is to see you dancing in the way god intended you, naked. If it was good enough for the ancient Greeks it should be good enough for you.”

  I had no idea what I was talking about but it seemed to work. She nodded her head and then slowly began to dance. She didn’t begin with the same vigor she’d done the first time and never managed to match the same intensity but the more she moved the more she allowed herself to get lost in the dance, sloppiness turning to structure, despite her embarrassment.

  Watching her dance the first time was like watching art unfold before my eyes. Watching her do it again while naked just brought the pervert out of me, I couldn’t truly appreciate her work when I couldn’t stop appreciating her body.

  Truly I could have spent all day watching her wiggle those naked hips in place but I knew there was something better waiting for me which I could have whenever I wanted. With my needs starting to call to me I lifted a hand up and rose my voice too, calling out to Ulrika.

  “Stop, stop, I’ve seen enough now.”

  Her poor face was one in panic. Her eyes were wide like a poor rabbit staring into the headlights of an oncoming car as she hugged her arms tightly around her petite frame.

  “Did I do something wrong? It was bad, wasn't it? I was bad, wasn’t I?”

  That soft voice of hers only further showed her panic, her breathing coming along in sharp gasps as she looked like she could hyperventilate at any second.

  “Calm down,” I commanded, moving close to her and dropping my hands sharply onto her shoulders. I forced her to look into me, my piercing eyes staring down at her so intently she couldn’t help but be drawn into me. “Your issue isn’t your dancing, it’s your confidence. You didn’t show the same energy, the same intensity this time.”

  “I can’t help that I’m…” she didn’t know how to say it, delicately anyway. “I’m not dressed this time.”

  “And that’s the point! A true dancer needs to be able to perform no matter the conditions. If the arena sets ablaze you must still be prepared to give it your all. Being naked should be no excuse for a shoddy performance.”

  As my final words trailed away I grasped a hold of my clothes and began to strip down to the same state that she was in, completely and utterly naked. Her eyes bulged as she saw my skin being bared as the fabric dropped from my body, showing off that toned form.

  “What are you doing?” Ulrika’s soft voice squeaked out in a muffle.

  “See? Do I look like I have an issue showing my body? No, because I have the confidence needed to perform. Put your hands behind your back.”

  “But…”

  “Hands behind your back, now.”

  My intensity was too much for her to combat, Ulrika slowly uncovering her chest and crotch, placing her arms to her side so that I could get a front row seat to that beautiful, naked, body.

  I didn’t give her time to settle. I moved in close and began to caress my hands down her front, resting my palms across her small chest and groping her openly, feeling her body shiver beneath me. Whines poured from her quivering lips but I didn’t let such things bother me, this was for her own good or so I claimed.

  Her nipples stiffened to my touches as my hands rolled across her bosom, fingers kneading into the perky softness as I groaned pleasantly. Of course with how submissive she was I wasn’t just content with those titties of hers I wanted to savor the full experience.

  Slowly I trailed my hands down her front, fingertips rubbing over that perfectly flat stoma
ch, holding but the smallest definition of muscle, before my trace reached her pelvis. My hands spread out around her crotch, squeezing down as my thumbs stroked up her inner thighs and eventually wandered to her private honey pot, stroking against her most secret area.

  Ulrika’s legs trembled under me as I so openly groped her sweet, tender, pussy, the poor thing whimpering to herself. My touch traced along the lips, being slow and gentle as I didn’t want to hurt the poor thing, I only wanted her utmost submission.

  She’d had enough before I’d even began. I pulled my hands back from her, my lips curled into a smirk which ran from one ear to the other. I was very pleased with what I’d seen, what I’d heard and of course what I’d felt.