by Sasha Scott
Slut Finder
The Complete Series
By Sasha Scott
Copyright © 2016 Sasha Scott
All Rights Reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.
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Contents
Level 1: The Landlady
Level 2: The Boss
Level 3: The Teacher
Level 4: The Teen
Level 5: The MILF
Level 6: The Artist
Level 7: The Neighbor
Level 8: The Dancer
Level 9: The Farmer
Level 10: The Demon
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Level 1: The Landlady
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
Those words haunted my dreams once again. Another night out on the town, going into the clubs, looking to pick somebody up and another round of rejections all around.
I didn’t think I was ugly, in fact I’d give my looks quite the good rating. My body as well, I work out and I have muscle to show for it. But I just couldn’t seal the deal. I could never seal the deal. I just didn’t have a way with words or women so having to use one to persuade the other was never going to be strong for me.
Not being able to get laid is a worry for a lot of guys. They said we men think about sex every seven seconds. Of course that’s a lie but that doesn’t mean we don’t damn well want it. Being turned down time after time, it’s enough to make a guy feel down.
The issue for me was I was different from most guys. Simply put my libido was abnormally strong. Maybe not every seven seconds but ten maybe? I was a guy who lusted for sex.
Every night I would have no choice but to take care of myself otherwise there would be no way I’d be able to get any rest with my manhood throbbing and I didn’t want to have to try to rely on going too light headed thanks to all my blood being drained to my downstairs.
A life of being turned down and jerking off. That was not the kind of life I wanted to be living. Then one day salvation showed itself in the strangest of forms. A smartphone app.
I noticed it one morning when I was checking my phone for some adult movies that I could use to help get myself ready. A new app, very out of place seeing as I hadn’t downloaded anything new on there; especially when I checked out the name of the thing. Slut Finder.
What kind of name was Slut Finder? Had Tinder had one hell of a facelift? I didn’t know but I was too curious not to at least go and check the damn thing out.
A black screen appeared onto my phone with a pink symbol pulsing in the middle as the thing loaded up. The title of the app appeared at the top and down from it scrolled information about the app.
“Welcome to Slut Finder,” it said, my eyes darting along the white text to see just what this thing was. “Slut Finder is a unique hookup app which is only available to the most capable and desperate men. If you are reading this is means you have been specifically selected due to your strong libido.”
If this was a joke somebody had placed onto his phone it was a very elaborate and well made one. It was bang on about his libido. Even now his morning wood was still pulsing. He continued to navigate the text, scrolling to the next screen.
“Here is how Slut Finder works. Slut Finder will scan for the most compatible women in your area in scores such as looks, body, technique and talent, providing you with a list so you may select a target. Once a target has been selected you may select a method of hooking up with them from our menus. Once you have confirmed your hookup show the screen to your target to instigate the session.”
I almost snorted at how ridiculous this all sounded. Sure the app looked good, almost professional, but this was surely a joke. Maybe a virus which had managed to get onto my phone. However when it offered me the chance to scan, even with that thought in my head, how could I say no?
It probably helped that most of my blood was still trapped in my pulsing member. Women do say a thing about men thinking with that.
The app pulsed for a few moments from the center of the screen before it gave a big ring and began to populate a list, around with the number of matches found.
“84 matches found,” it read before enlarging the top box on the screen, the selection is listed as the recommended target. I recognized both the name and the headshot picture it used. It was my landlady, Miss. Morgan; first name apparently Stacy.
Along with her name, face and other details there was also a rating on the other side of the screen. Looking down under her I could see a list of B rated options but Stacy was rated as a solid A.
I wasn’t given much time to ponder on that thought as I heard a loud banging knock on the door. Surely this couldn’t just be simply coincidence, there was only one person who would knock on my door with such aggression.
“Open up in there,” Stacy yelled. “You’re three months behind on the rent. I want it all, including this month's, by the end of the week.”
This was why I always tried to avoid her. Due to my terrible condition I ended up wasting a lot of my money on buying drinks at the bars, and then on adult films, lubricant and condoms when I had to come home alone and disappointed. Didn’t she understand what a horrid medical condition I suffered from?
I kept my voice down to play the classic pretend I’m not in card but she wasn’t convinced. She continued to bang her clenched fist against my door.
“I know you’re in there! Don’t ignore me!”
She was persistent, too persistent. I looked back down at my smartphone and at the Slut Finder app. I clicked on her entry and it expanded outwards, giving me an option to choose my hookup method. Already in the entry was their recommended method, the highly appropriate landlady. I had no time to start pondering how this app could be so crazy accurate and just accepted the option.
“Now please show this to your target,” the screen said before the text faded and was replaced with the emblem from earlier, swirling around with pink spirals drifting all around. It was time to take a gamble.
“Open this fu-!” Stacy was in the middle of yelling when I finally opened things up. “It’s about time you show your face!”
“Hey Miss. Morgan,” I cautiously uttered out at my fuming landlady. I swear there were visible veins popping in her head.
“Don’t hey me. Do you have the money?”
“Yeah,” I lied, scratching the back of my head. “It’s just…”
“Don’t come up with another shitty excuse. You don’t have anymore grandmothers left to give.”
“No no it’s nothing like that, I just need you to look at this for a moment.”
I took the leap of faith and lifted my phone upwards, letting her look into the screen. Her angry face glared into the pink swirls and there I saw something magical. Slowly but surely the look of rage and disgust on her face began to melt away by the moment.
This would be a good time to include that despite being a very volatile and angry woman, Stacy was in no means ugly; she was actually quite the looker.
According to Slut Finder she was in her early thirties, something of a surprise as she looked younger. She had great skin to go with her good looks, definitely more early twenties in appearance.
She had sandy brown hair that I’d never seen worn long, always contained into a tight bun, with brown eyes hiding behind a pair of stylish glasses. She always wore ju
st enough makeup without going overboard.
Stacy had came to my door in what looked to be work out clothes. Tight leggings, a hooded top and a sports vest hugging her well maintained frame. She was either on the way out or had just finished up, probably the former as her body wasn’t dripping with sweat. The only thing dripping off her was the rage she’d been bottling up which was now, all of a sudden, vanishing from her.
Her lips which had been pursed tight, ready to yell at me, curled into a sweet smile. It was such a dramatic and obvious change, there was no way that app could have actually worked was there?
“Miss. Morgan? Are you feeling alright?” I asked, curious at her sudden change in attitude.
She smiled up at me, a slight purr bubbling from deep within her as her eyes trailed up and down me.
“Feeling just fine,” she said, words dripping with a seductive edge, eyes piercing into me. “So do you have the money big boy?”
“Well…”
“You don’t do you?” I expected to have my ass thrown out of that place but instead she leaned forwards and swung her hand down into my lap. She didn’t strike me, she gripped me firmly, squeezing her fingers into my sack, around my still erect member. “Well I’m sure we can come to another arrangement to help pay off your debts.”
I wasn’t going to get a choice in the matter. She was surprisingly strong, or not too surprising when thinking about the usual dominating juggernaut that she was. She pushed me back into my room, knocking me down onto the floor with her on top of me. She flicked her foot back, kicking the door shut behind us to contain ourselves within, growling as she rubbed up and down my hard cock.
“Hmm I think this will do very nicely,” she purred out in excitement, handling with me with a firm grasp. She wasn’t going to let me go. “Did I disturb you while you were in the middle of something?”
“You could say that…” my masturbation interrupted more by the app than her.
“Well that’s just perfect because now I can finally get that payment that I’ve been looking for.”
Her fingers grasped at the waistband of my pants and quickly managed to force them down around my legs. All of this was just too strange to simply be coincidence.
I was still erect, it was only natural that as soon as the waistband on my bottoms got low enough my cock was going to flick itself upwards, finally no longer constricted by those suffocation bottoms. Stacy bit down on her bottom lip as she looked down at my throbbing member, wrapping her palm around it and starting to jerk up and down. This sure as heck wasn’t her first time doing this.
“Big boy was more on the money than I thought. You’re a very big boy aren’t you? I think this is going to work. Time to pay off your debts.”
I didn’t even have to prompt her to get her to work. My usual straight, bossy landlord lowered herself down and opened her mouth, her hot breath washing over my cock which was then engulfed in her lips.
Those pink painted lips of hers were so soft as they squeezed around my size, suckling on me like a fresh lollipop, tongue rolling and slobbering on my manhood. I wasn’t a virgin, and this wasn’t the first blowjob I’d had but it had been a long time now. I’d been turned down by woman for so long, time after time, keeping me horny and finally I had found somebody who was willing to help me sate my desires. Or to be more precise my phone had found them for me.
She rocked her head up and down, bobbing herself along my member as her lips rolled down. With every shift her lips moved from holding just under my glans to sinking deeper and deeper around the girth.
My cock was big. Woman already commented with surprise at my size and the guys in the porn films I watched weren’t anything of a shock to me. I was used to seeing that by just looking down. Yet Stacy was taking it like a pro.
Her lips puckered up tightly to act like a tight sexual vice around me, the suction immense every time she dropped the weight of her head down, suckling like she was trying to drink the seed straight out of me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
“Miss. Morgan, this is amazing!” I admitted, unable to control myself as my legs shook in excitement and my fingers scratched along the wooden floor, trying to find something to grip onto. “I haven’t felt this good in far too long!”
This wasn’t going to be a conversation. Her lips were pressed around me, there was no way to talk back with a mouthful of cum. Honestly I didn’t want her to say anything to me either, I just wanted her to keep on going until my seed sprayed into her mouth.
She brought out her secret weapon to bring me around to orgasm. I was already dripping pre but that wasn’t enough her. My lustful landlady needed more.
Stacy pushed her mouth down lower and lower. Every inch of my cock was soon being contained in her throat in one decisive swoop. Her lips sealed down into my crotch, Stacy placing me into a deepthroat sucking. Now this was a new one for me, nobody had ever been able to do this to me before.
“Miss. Morgan!” I cried out, my entire body seeming to throb, not just my contained cock. I could feel my insides tightening up, I wouldn’t be able to last for long.
There was no more bobbing or moving. She simply kept herself pinned right down to the base of my cock and held, her throat twitching around and squeezing me. It was like being massaged all over, the pleasure coursing through every nerve in my body.
My body could handle no more of this suction blowjob. My saliva coated nuts contracted as the orgasm came rushing. My hands finally sunk forward to grip onto the only object in range; the back of Stacy’s head.
“I’m cumming Miss. Morgan! I can’t take it any longer, I’m going to cum!”
I was a man of my words, in that instance anyway. My orgasm exploded from my pleasured member and released a thick torrent of hot, gushing, cream into her throat. The seed washed down her insides and packed down into her stomach, filling it up with rope after rope of ripe, hot, cum.
Short surges raced through me as my hips jumped and spasmed, milking my seed out into her mouth. I shivered in bliss at the moment in which my powerful orgasm finally faded, Stacy’s lips finally pulling up off me.
Her chin was covered with a white dyed collection of saliva strands which had gushed down from her mouth, painting her in a lewd coating. She pushed her tongue out and dragged it over her lips, doing her best to lick up that messy showing.
“Such a rich flavor,” she groaned, caressing her throat with a swirl of her fingertips. “I haven’t tasted such delicious semen in such a long time. I’ve been single for too long.”
“Miss. Morgan, that was incredible,” I panted out, wheezing for air after the way she drained the energy straight out of me.
“Please, call me Stacy.”
“Stacy…” I moaned out softly. Was this the proof then? Her sudden change of attitude and all that. There was no doubting it, that app had to be legit.
While my mind was busy thinking about the app I felt her hands back on my chest, pushing me back down into the wooden frame. She was starting to mount me, using her hand to help guide my still erect member.
“Impressive, you still have some left in the tank. Well let’s call that first shot one month’s payment. If you make me feel good down here as well we can count that as another month.”
She pressed her weight down onto me, her pussy lips parting onto my thick cockhead, sinking onto me as a groan rolled from her mouth as she devoured me again, this time taking my fat dick into her dripping mound. She didn’t even bother to strip out of her leggings, she just used her fingers to rip open a hole around her crotch. Was there no end to these desires?
It wasn’t just her skills with her mouth that were good. When she pushed down onto me from above I could feel just how tight her pussy was. Slut Finder gave her a rating of an A. If that was a rating about how good she was in bed then it wasn’t kidding.
Stacy pushed her fingers up through her hair, grasping at the tight bun that most of her locks were contained in and tugging, slipping the ribbon away and letti
ng all of that sandy brown hair come flowing free, swaying as her body rocked up and down on my turgid member.
Hot moans poured from her thick lips as she bounced on my lap, her round tush slapping down onto me, my fat rod being squeezed in her soft, silky, insides. She was driving me wild and I could see on that lustful face the feeling was mutual.
“Hmm we should have done this sooner,” she giggled, her breath heavy as she rode me like a bull, sweat dripping down her perfect flat stomach.
“If you’d prefer I can pay all my installments like this from now on.”
She nodded, her eyes closed as she was sat up tall, enjoying the feeling of my cock stirring her around in just the right places. It was such a shame she hadn’t taken off her sports vest, I would have loved to see those tits shaking.
“I think that’s an arrangement we’d both prefer.”
