Slut Finder: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “Okay, next it’s your turn.”

  The way that she perked up to my words, I knew she wasn’t expecting that. She’d barely gotten over the shock of me touching her after all.

  “My turn sir?” Her panting and the breaks in her words were becoming even more apparent. My help was clearly needed, even if it was an issue I’d invented to begin with.

  “Yes, to touch me. The best way to overcome your issues is through skinship. Just like I did to you I want you to touch me. Touch me right here.”

  I pushed my hips forward towards her, my large cock firm and hard like iron. I hadn't blown out a load yet today which meant I was still waiting for my first and was feeling very horny. The thought of a soft female hand touching my manhood was enough to make it throb in excitement.

  She nodded her head slowly. She might have been shy or whatever one would explain her current situation but she was still obedient to the star I apparently was. Her hands may have been shaking wildly and moving slowly but they were still moving towards me and eventually managed to find their ways into my lap, touch caressing my member.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged as her fingers began to coil around me, wanting more from her. Her hands were unbelievably soft, even more than I thought they would be. Having them wrapped around me was just asking for pleasure.

  Her touch moved from just a gentle tap into more of a grasp. Both of her hands were cupped around my large shaft, squeezing me as the meat in a tender sandwich of soft, white, skin. The sexy dancer looked up at me like a child seeking approval.

  “Like this?” Ulrika’s soft voice called up to me, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

  “Almost dear. I need you to squeeze down just a little bit tighter and start to stroke up and down. Get to know every inch of me.”

  She nodded up and down, such an obedient thing. As I commanded her grip squeezed around me and her arms began to rock up and down, sliding those hands along my throbbing erection. I wasn’t sure if she aware she was jerking me off or not, it didn’t change the fact it felt so good.

  I began to moan openly, without a hint of shame, as she pumped my cock in her hands, forcing my glistening pre to trickle from the top, dripping down the shaft of my manhood and soaking into her palms, lubing up her motions.

  “Is that normal?” she asked me. Could this girl really be new to all this? Could she be a virgin?

  “That means you’re doing a good job. I want you to keep stroking until more comes out.”

  Once again she flicked her head up and down like a puppy listening to its owner, not stopping her jerking motion on my dick. If anything, thanks to the slippering veil that my pre was forming on my manhood, her motions were getting faster. Her eyes stopped looking at me for approval and went down to staring at my manhood in fascination; even an amatuer like her knew that my cock was impressive.

  I’d told her to keep on going until something else came out. That particular product was getting close. I could feel my insides tightened up. In her angelic handjob there wasn’t anyway I was going to be able to last much longer. Every pump was just another value knocked off a countdown and I was down into the single figures.

  She had been told to keep going until something more came out. I decided to take that as license to not warn her and just see what happened.

  The moment of truth arrived as my orgasm surged forwards. My cock bulged in her hands and throbbed intensely, my entire body stiffened up as I gritted my teeth together and groaned letting the orgasm wash over me.

  Ropes of my cum sprayed from the tip of my shaft and into the air, releasing at the angle she was holding me. That particular angle meant my cum was being directed towards her and she gasped out as the splash of thick, sticky, white jizz exploded onto her face. She jumped on the spot as my hot sauce slapped into her cheeks, stained her chin and painted her lips with my coloring.

  “What was that!?” Ulrika gasped dramatically as the cum finished its release over her face, the last few droplets trickling down onto her fingers. “Was that… is this cum?”

  “So you have heard of it then. It’s no wonder you don’t have the confidence to perform naked. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you dear?”

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, the side which hadn’t being covered in a thick layer of molten white cream.

  “Is that really a problem?” she whimpered to me, almost sadly.

  “Not for any longer. I’m going to help you become a star,” I lied. Did this make me a bad person? I’d ask myself that question again once I made her moan out in pleasure. “I’m going to take away that virginity of yours, right now.”

  I reached down to her smaller body and grasped a hold of her sides, making her squeak as I began to twist her around so I could comfortably lift her body up off the floor. As a dancer she was both small and light, easy for a guy like me to handle.

  Hooking an arm under one of her legs, and and the other around her waist and lower back, I hoisted her upwards off the ground and tightly into her body, making her squirm against me which in turn just meant her sweet little pussy was grinding against my big, lubed, dick.

  “Sir are you sure I mean this is so drastic and I don’t know if it’s necessary and I thought I was supposed to save myself for-”

  “Now now, don’t worry so much about it. You make sex sound like a scary thing. I’m about to show you that there is no better pleasure in this world.”

  My cock was already resting against her tight entrance way. Her dance career may have meant there was no tight hymen to have to break through but still the pure tightness of her body wasn’t going to be easy to slide into. I kept rocking in place, grinding my hardness against her softness, stirring up her lips to start the flow of her needy juices, getting her body as ready as mine for this moment.

  It took multiple tries to finally get her body wet enough for me, her body submitting to me in time and allowing me access to her glorious insides, my manhood finally able to claim the first time of the beautiful dancer.

  Ulrika wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my body, clinging into my larger form, releasing a squeal deep into my shoulder as I sunk my way deep into her tender body. I wondered if she would cry or whine or beg me to stop once the trembling of her body stopped but instead she pulled her head out from my shoulder and moaned hotly.

  “This… how can this feel so amazing?” she groaned, drooling dribbling down the corner of her spread lips. How indeed, I’d never felt a pussy so tight in all my days. It wasn’t just tight it seemed to be clinging around me. Was Ulrika a natural slut?

  She was as into as me if more. Being in such an incredible hole I couldn’t control my hips any longer, I had to take her right here right now. Gripping tightly around her soft body I began to unleash all of my male, primal, lust into her, jerking my hips upwards and drilling myself into her sweet body.

  Her nails dug tightly into my skin as she gargled and retained a tight grasp around me. The scared little girl I’d been talking to earlier was gone and in her place there was a slut, one whose insides didn’t want to let me go and who was moaning hot demands directly into me.

  “Faster,” she demanded of me in her lust drunk state. “More, more. Do it harder. I want even more!”

  I didn’t know where she’d been hiding this side of her but it was driving me wild. I discovered strength I never knew I had just so that my hips could drill into her unbelievably tight pussy in an effort to drive both myself and her wild.

  Our bodies clapped together in the hot embrace of skin slapping skin, sweat dripping down our forms as all our stored energy was being released in a passionate storm of sex which was dragging out our innermost desires and feelings of lust. I’d grabbed her with the intention of being gentle, now I was going rougher than I knew I could.

  Her eyes were rolling back and her teeth grasping down firmly onto her bottom lip as I put all of my strength into pumping my large manhood into her tight twat, one that had been a virgin mound just a few minutes earlie
r. Now it was a slutty pussy squeezing on my manhood, trying to drain me dry. I was going to deliver what it wanted, but it would be on my terms.

  “How is it?” I growled down to her as her face took on the classic picture of extreme lust, satisfaction pushed over the edge. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you begged for?”

  “Oh my god yes!” Ulrika squealed out. The noises echoed around the room, if it didn’t seem soundproof we’d have been in big trouble. “This is, anything, no, everything, no, nothing like I imagined it would be! This is incredible! This is… this is… oh my god I think I’m losing my mind about how damn good this is!”

  “Me too, me too. I can’t last much longer, your pussy is just too damn tight. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum inside of your cunt.”

  “Please yes I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if I get knocked up I need it now, I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life!”

  Primal desires had taken over logical concerns. She wanted it and I wanted to give it. I speared myself into her honeypot as fast and as hard as I could in one last rush of glory. It was time to deliver on my word.

  My orgasm erupted through me, from me, and blasted up into her hot furnace of an insides with a molten paste, somehow tasked with clenching the flames of her passion. She screamed in unison with my release and trembled tightly around me, body rocking as she rode me through my orgasm with one of her own, clamping down on me, forcing me to unleash every drop my body could service her with. Her amazing pussy was going to literally milk me dry.

  Time didn’t register in my mind. Orgasm eventually faded away in a frame that could have been measured in any unit. The important thing to me was that pleasure was rich in my veins.

  Ulrika’s head rested on my shoulder as she panted heavily, her drool dripping down onto my skin, trickling softly down me.

  “That, was, intense,” she gasped, breathing ragged from that hot session, body dripping with juices.

  “I’m sure you’ll be a better dancer from now on,” I joked, needing to catch my own breath as well.

  “Fuck dancing. The only thing I care about now is sex. Hey when do you think we could do it again?”

  “Well, right now if you wanted?”

  “W-wait, what? This quick? So soon? Again already? I thought men took time to recover from sex.”

  I grinned. Was she trying to back out already? Did she need a rest? Was her insides too sensitive for another go right there? Why did that turn me on so much, why was my body never satisfied easily?

  “Too late,” I growled as I squeezed a hold of her tightly, “I have a lot more to teach you.”

  This dance lesson was going to run for a lot longer than she expected it to.

  Level 9: The Farmer

  There was a point where the sun shining into my room, signalling the start of a new day, filled me with dread. Oh no, I thought to myself, now I have to get up and lumber off to another boring day of work. Slut Finder saved me from all of that.

  Now mornings are a wonderful thing. I feel filled with energy and optimism, knowing that ahead of me is a day filled with loose women and limited inhibitions. Slut Finder is the best thing to ever happen to me. This last week and a bit have been the best moments of my life.

  The only issue with Slut Finder is it had spoiled me. There was a time when picking any women up from a bar was a result for me and going through the deed, no matter the standards, was always incredible. Now that I could have anybody only the best could do. Once you’d tasted a fine wine you couldn’t just go back to buying value from the supermarket.

  This new S rank had set the bar at a higher level, one that I didn’t want to dip below. If I could have anybody I only wanted the very best around. The issue with only being able to pick from the best is trying to find them. With a pool so small finding those gems isn’t easy. Sure I managed to find a dancer who blew my mind but that took a lot of hard work to discover. There had to be an easier way.

  Step in Slut Finder and its new level, number nine.

  Slut Finder had given me lots of bonuses along the way, the increased ranks being the most well received but today it decided to have something else in store for me. A new scanning feature.

  Previously the app had scanned the entire area and had given me the result of everybody in the area with limited success. Today Slut Finder presented me with the option of an advanced search. It allowed me to limit down the details of women I wanted to search for. From name to age to occupation to, my favorite, ranking.

  There was an extra level of beauty to being able to condense down what I was looking for, other than just cleaning up the results. Looking for less allowed the scanning range to increase. Looking for only the rare S rank allowed me a much larger scan range than usual. Finally, an easy way to find the women of my dreams.

  I fired up the search and allowed my phone to scan the area for results. Three entries were brought back to me, only three. One was my neighbor who I had already ravished. Another was the dancer I’d taught some moves. The third was brand new to me.

  Her name was Courtney and she was just nineteen years old. I expected to see the locator directing me towards the city to find her but in fact it was heading the other way. A look at her occupation spelled out the reason. Farmer. Looks like I was heading into the countryside.

  Being a city slicker and the kind of guy who used to work in an office I didn’t really head down this way, leaving behind the tall buildings that towered ahead to enter into plains of meadows and forest.

  Not knowing the area I used my phone as a guide to direct my way, taking a bus out into what appeared to be the middle of nowhere before following the trail and my app’s directions.

  After a ten minute walk a set of buildings finally came into view. House, barn and huts all around, this was without a doubt the farm I had been looking for.

  The place looked like the kind of farm you’d see in a children’s book, the kind that would be engraved into the mind of a youngster. Sometimes stereotypes really did live up to the real experience. There were horses and cows in the fields and the sound of animals flowing through the air. I had no clue such a place was so close.

  Looking at the animals was fine but it was a bird I was after and I wasn’t in the market for a chicken or two. Following the directions of the app I moved in closer to the main house of the farm where I finally managed to lay my eyes on the one I’d come to meet.

  It was hard to picture such a beauty working on a farm when I saw the good looking gal’s face in the recommended section of Slut Finder but seeing her in action really cemented the image into me. Tanned skin, dripping with sweat, even under the shade of a large hat. Loose fitting jean clothing and thick cowgirl boots. How did someone doing such a manly job manage to still look so feminine and sexy?

  Just watching her work, shifting around stacks of hay, already had me throbbing and ready to go. I couldn’t just stand around watching her, I’d end up passing out through blood loss. I tapped the hypnotic button on my phone, prepared myself, and moved in for the kiss.

  “Hey miss,” I opened with, beckoning over to her as I swooped on close.

  “Howdy partner. Can I do something for ya?”

  The way she talked, that country droll to her voice, it was like something straight out of a western.

  “I was wondering if you could help me. Have you seen this dog around here?”

  It was the same plan, the same plan I employed every single time that continued to work with such ruthless and efficient perfection and once again it delivered my target to me on a platter.

  She tipped the front of her hat up and leaned forwards, looking into my phone and was instantly enchanted and entranced, placed under Slut Finder’s spell. My command was drilled into her mind and accepted without concern, her mind fresh for the molding while she was stuck in a trance. Once the emotion came back to her eyes I knew it was done.

  Slut Finder had an extra way to show me this particular idea was a success.
Previously my outfit had been changed through the hypnosis and my partners had, but never the both of us at the same time. Reality began to warp as both of us had our clothing changed into a brand new style.

  My outfit swap was the more subtle of the two. My shoes were transformed into cowboy boots and a matching hat formed on my head, protecting me from the sun above. My jeans, my t-shirt, that all remained the same.

  Courtney though was going through a full costume change. Her cowgirl appearance was stripped away and replaced with a more literal meaning to the term cowgirl.

  Her loose fitting shirt was condensed down into a tight bra, clinging to her large chest. Her jeans did something similar and transformed into a small pair of panties, revealing more ass than they hid. Her boots turned thigh-high in length and hugged her legs while the gloves did similar up the length of her arms. The one thing that all of them had in common was a cow print design.