Slut Finder: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  She was so deep into her work she stopped registering me as a person rather than a prop and her free hand idly slipped down between her legs and began to stroke and rub, unveiling her clit and starting to caress the sensitive nerve ending between her fingertips, moans softly pouring from her lips.

  Her hips rocked in place as she grinded herself down along her fingers, less effort being put into the moving of her dominant, brush, hand in favor of more attention to her pussy stroking hand.

  Even though I was a guy who had sampled the hottest babes around there was still something so appealing about seeing a cute girl masturbating so openly, with no inhibitions. Her legs were shaking as droplets dripped down into the paper covered floor, making a different sort of mess than the room was used to.

  Maya entered into a world of her own, her artist work being sacrificed for total pleasure. It was easy for me to tell her concentration on the art had wavered as I’d left my spot and approached her.

  I wrapped a hand around her body, dipping my fingers between her legs and joining her in rubbing that tender pussy. I pressed my chest against her back and pushed her small tits into the wet, paint covered canvas, staining her pale body in a thick layer of paint. Even if the image on the canvas hadn’t formed into anything similar to me there was still a lot of colours to mark on her skin.

  “Hey, what are you up to?” she whined out, her body trembling softly, cheeks burning up like two ripe cherries.

  With my gripping hand I pulled her body back and looked at her body, chest stealing away the colour from the canvas, stained all down her front.

  “I was just trying to make some art of my own. Look at that, so beautiful.”

  Stealing one of her paintbrushes from the side I licked the tip and began to caress the brush across one of her stiff nipples, flicking it up and down under the force of my drag.

  Maya shivered as I worked over her body, using her body like my canvas as I lifted her body back up against mine, sliding my shaft down between her legs, rubbing it between those thick, meaty, thighs and her juicy pussy, savoring her softness.

  Her hand moved from her clit down to my huge rod, stroking the head with her palm, being stained with my dripping pre, leaving her glistening with the wetness.

  “You were looking at it all the time while you were painting, weren’t you?” I growled up to her, licking along those pierced ears of hers.

  “Yeah. I’d never seen such a big one before. It’s amazing,” she confessed, seeming a lot more forward than the other girls I’d encountered in personality even without my hypnotic help.

  “I’m sure you didn’t get a good look being so far away. Why don’t you have a better look?”

  “I could use it as a reference,” Maya said as I released the firmness of my grip to let her slip from me, the artist turning and crouching down in front of me, taking a look at the full size of my hard, throbbing, cock.

  She wasn’t content with just looking, she had to touch me too. She rubbed her fingers along my side, feeling my firmness, my girth, my length all in her finger as she burned every inch of my shaft into her mind. She may not have any interest in using it in her art but she’d sure remember it whenever her lust got the better of her on those lonely nights.

  “So, how is it? Does it live up to expectations up close?” I proclaimed smugly, my ego definitely flattered by her obsession.

  “Expectations and more. Look how big these are too.”

  Maya cupped her hand under my crotch, grasping my sack into her hand, rolling my heavy nuts around her palm, fingers helping them shift with gentle touches; she was dealing with a tender area after all.

  “I’d never really put that much thought into them. I guess with how much I cum it’s only natural that they’d be big.”

  “They’re like apples,” she said in awe, the sight reflected in her eyes. “I could use them in some contemporary art piece.”

  “No thank you Maya.” She did come out with some strange things. “Are you sure you wouldn’t just prefer me to release my hot, sticky, white paint all over your canvas of a chest.”

  The inspiring artist looked at me, then down at her petite, paint covered chest, and then back up to me with a hint of confusion on her face.

  “Was that an innuendo for cum?”

  “It was an innuendo for cum.”

  “Well I’m not that endowed in the chest department so you’ll have to make do with my hands.”

  Maya wrapped her palm around my firm manhood and began to stroke me in steady rhythm, her eyes watching the magic work with a glint in her eye. She opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out to drool down onto my cock, lifting her palm away to allow the slobber droplet to gush down between our skin, creating a wet gloss to help her perform the deed.

  It was only natural an artist would be good with their hands, her handjob felt amazing. It was like she was creating another masterpiece, showing my cock the same level of care she would one of her paintings, stroking me with the right level of grip without suffocating my flow.

  “That feels so nice,” I moaned out for her, just to let her know what an amazing job she was doing.

  “Thanks. I’ve never done this before, well sober anyway. Usually I’m on Mars when I’m doing stuff like this.”

  If this was her grounded on Earth then who knows what she’d be like at other times. Her talent was exceptional, as to be expected with somebody carrying the coveted A+ rating from Slut Finder.

  Her talents caused my cock to begin throbbing in her palm, the veins surging noticeably along my girth. I was about to cum and I couldn’t hold it any longer.

  “Brace yourself Maya, here comes your portrait.”

  I gave her all the warning I could before I released and began to orgasm over her body, shooting my ropes of cum out of my hose and onto her chest. The white, creamy, texture of my jizz draped across the paint stained tits of the sexy, young, artist who collected every shot with her body, even getting some to strike against her chin.

  Drips of white trickled off of her jawline as her chest was plastered, Maya running a finger through the stickiness, swirling it around in a small, idle, circle.

  “Wow it’s so hot. It’s mixing with the colours too.”

  “That looks beautiful but you know that’s not what cum is for. It’s designed for creating a much more striking, beautiful work of art than that.”

  She raised an eyebrow, my innuendo once again seeming lost on the scatterbrain.

  “What? I don’t get that one.”

  I sighed. Some people really like to live up to a stereotype. The artist not being the most intelligent, what an expectation she liked to match. I just had to come out and explain myself.”

  “The most beautiful work of art that a man and a woman can make together of course. Putting my seed into you and making a baby together.”

  “O-o-o-oh. I see,” she muttered softly, her usually pale cheeks growing a dark shade of red as she fidgeted with her hands, still stained with a mixture of my cum and the paint from her body. “I guess we could try that.”

  Of course my cock had yet to be satisfied. It was still big, it was still rock hard and it was still aching to do more to this sexy girl before me. Hearing her give her consent was of course expected and guaranteed thanks to the hypnosis but it still made my little friend throb in job. I had to have her, now.

  “You sure it’s okay for me to be here?” I asked her. The art studio didn’t seem like the appropriate place for our joining, even if we were playing artist and model. The two of us had relocated to her bedroom. It wasn’t fancy, rather plane with a low sunken bed in the middle but it would do.

  “Well I’ve never made art in here before but there is a first time for everything.”

  “Yes. This will be your first time making a baby after all, won’t it?”

  She squirmed around below me, her naked body writhing on the sheets, my own body casting a shadow across her paint covered form.

  “Well if you mean
have men came inside me before then yes but I’ve always made sure to keep it to my safe days if I can, while using protection but right now it’s dangerous and I’m not using anything and…”

  I placed my finger down onto her lips to silence her for the moment, only pulling it away so I could replace it with something much more appealing. I pressed our lips together and locked us together into a firm kiss that only grew deeper as the moments passed.

  My hands ran down her sides and grasped onto her hips, pulling them closer so that I could grind my meat rod between her sticky curtains, rubbing against her pussy with a desire to rut and paint my white seed in her womb.

  I rolled my hips to help get her into the right mood to fuck, her cunny dripping and washing over my tip with a juicy trickle, her tongue swirling against mine as drool ran from the corner of our mouths and ran down our jaws. She was definitely ready for what was going to come next.

  Using my strength I squeezed the largeness of my cock into the tightness of her sweet slit, her hands latching into my back, nails digging in deeply to my skin as I entered her body. She was leaving her mark down me as the clung on, scraping lashes down my back. I was going to leave my mark in her, it was only fair she left it on me too.

  With her under me I lowered myself as deep as I could enter until my lap sealed into hers and my heavy balls rested against her apple shaped ass, squeezing us together as our chests joined and my own body was stained with a rainbow of shades, lips still not parting. I held in place, cock buried into her body, getting her used to my size before I began to thrust and stir up her juiciness like I’d done to so many women in the past.

  Her pussy was a work of art itself. I had to settle in her for so long due to how unbelievably tight it was and still it was squeezing me. It was going to take all my willpower not to be a quick-shot and to provide her with the service a wonderfully, sexy, chick like her deserved from a stud like me.

  I began to put more power into my thrusts. I was no longer testing the waters to see how she reacted to me and if she was also in bliss, I was fucking her like a beast with its bitch, getting carried away to take us both over the edge of ecstasy.

  Our lips finally parted from each other as the moans poured from us, needing to drink up the air to fuel the force we were putting into our bodies.

  “Fuck it feels even bigger inside, “Maya gurgled out, drool still trapped in her mouth, pouring down over her chin as she groaned, “I don’t know how I’m gonna concentrate on painting again, the thought of your huge cock is permanently going to be burned into my mind and my body.”

  “You say some crazy things, you know that?” I growled as I swung my body up and down, meaty nuts colliding with her ass and causing it to slap and glow with a hot shade of red, one to match that glow on her cheeks. She was as hot for me as I was for her.

  “Well I can’t help it. I’m crazy for you!” she moaned out once more, her insides massaging over my pulsing shaft. She was going to milk me dry, her body ached for my white paint to stain her insides. I didn’t have much willpower left in the tank.

  “You were already crazy. You just passed it on to me.”

  I scooped my arms back behind the back of her head, pulling my body tighter together as I began to hammer down into her body, making her entire form trembling and shake under me as I put all my energy into the last seconds of this intense session.

  “Oh my god!” Her words screamed out from under my body as she tightened up below. Her own orgasm was being triggered, I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Maya I’m cumming!” I gritted my teeth together as I refused to give in to the surge racing through my shaft. In the end I didn’t get a choice and finally surrendered the battle as my orgasm overpowered me.

  My baby making paint released in an intense explosion of spraying white cream. Ropes of thick, fertile, jizz poured directly into her womb, packing it with excessive quantities of my seed. Our bodies remained locked as she trembled around me through her trembling, squirting orgasm as I poured every drop of my own deep into her submitting body.

  What was fit to be counted in seconds seemed closer to minutes or hours as the whole world went white as the two of us were bathed in a unity of extreme pleasure.

  It took me time to figure out quite where I was once I came down from the high of my powerful orgasm, drawing my hips back to let the stickiness trickle from that juicy pink pussy I’d plastered with my cum, panting heavily as I tried to gush up the air. A+ rated pussy really was the best.

  I stumbled back as I pushed onto my legs, tumbling down off the side of the bed which luckily was just a mattress on the floor to start with, giving me a good view of my creation. I hadn’t came that had for a long time.

  Maya sat up slowly in the middle of the bed, the sheets painted with cum and the actual paint from our bodies. She looked down, parting her pussy lips which trickled a thick helping of warm cum, shivers racing through her body. Then she did something I did not expect, licking her mouth and looking at me with seductive eyes.

  “Are you sure this is enough paint? I want our art to be a masterpiece? Got anymore?”

  My cock shot straight up, rigid all over again as the blood came rushing back. She grinned and turned over onto the front, raising her ass at me, beckoning me over with a finger. It seemed I still had a lot left to learn about art.

  Level 7: The Neighbor

  Slut Finder had given me a magical week to remember. Thanks to its high tech scanning powers, strong hypnotic abilities and seemingly magical influence on the world around it I was living a life of luxury, sleeping with the most beautiful and sexually talented women I could find.

  After such an intoxicating few days I assumed that Slut Finder had already played all of its card and had no other surprises for me. Little did I know I was wrong.

  As expected after my last session Slut Finder had once again progressed in level, now up to level seven; there didn’t seem to be any end to this process.

  Being exhausted from the day before, sleeping with the gorgeous artist I found, I didn’t actually check back with Slut Finder until I awoke in the morning. Despite being good and drained yesterday, releasing all of my paint to make a masterpiece in her womb, my cock was hard again upon waking up. Nothing could prevent my morning wood it seemed.

  With the will to get up not yet in me, too much of the blood needed to work those legs and my brain being present in my crotch, I reached over to my phone and took a look. Slut Finder had been the last thing I’d opened and had never been closed which meant it was there waiting for me, with a message.

  “You have now reached level seven,” the text on the screen read. “S rank now unlocked.”

  A cold sweat started to drip down me as I read those words, a shiver rumbling from deep within. S rank? That couldn’t possibly be a new rank could it? A new rank that even surpassed the A+ rank? A+ was incredible, I didn’t know sex could be so good. Was Slut Finder trying to tell me there was something better and that it would now guide my way? The will to get out of bed found itself rather quickly once those thoughts began to race through me.

  Right away I started up the scan. With the ever increasing scanning range of the app just maybe I’d be able to find someone with this rank close by. Perhaps the app had been leaving them off the results before, waiting for me to earn them.

  I was right.

  The result which came back, in the recommended section, had that magical letter written in the ranking section. There was one of these angels living close. Really close actually. On closer inspection, they actually lived in the same apartment building I did.

  On an even closer inspection, they actually lived on the same floor I did.

  On an even closer inspection than that, they actually lived in the room next to mine.

  A twitch ran through my brow. Was this app joking? Was it trying to tell me that an absolutely perfect woman had been living next to me all this time and I hadn’t even known about it!? Fate was
a cruel mistress.

  I calmed myself. No, fate wasn’t cruel. Fate had delivered to me Slut Finder which allowed me access to women that I would only be able to encounter into my dreams otherwise and now it had revealed to me that the best lay of all was just one room from mine.

  Determination raced through me as I arose from my bed, a sense of purpose instilled into my being. There was a gorgeous woman, given an S rank rating, waiting for me next door. I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

  It may have made me seem like a poor member of the community but I didn’t actually really know my neighbors. I’d seen people going up the halls and going into rooms, I’d even said a passing hi to people too, but I didn’t really know them. Still I’d be making that up now by getting to personally know my next door neighbor.