The Adventures of a Slut Magnet: Volumes 1-3

by Scotty Diggler

  “I love it,” she said between gasping breaths. “I fucking love it when you pound my pussy.”

  “More,” I said. “Keep talking.”

  “I want you to give me everything you have,” she said. “I want you to break me in fucking half!”

  The need in her voice combined with the physical sensation of hammering away at Cindy quite nearly took me over the edge. I had to switch things up again, and quickly, before it was too late.

  After slamming my cock balls deep into Cindy and holding it there for a few seconds while she squirmed beneath me, I knew I only had a couple seconds before I was going to shoot my load. And I didn’t want that. Not yet. So I stood up, letting my cock slip out of her pussy.

  Cindy laughed.

  “Oh you think that’s funny, do you?” I asked, smiling back at her.

  “I think it’s hilarious,” she said.

  “You like pushing men to the edge, doesn’t it?”

  “You’re damn right I do,” she said. “It’s fun to watch to you squirm as you try not to cum.”

  “And of course, you don’t have that problem,” I said. “Because you can cum as many times as you want without being finished.”

  “Exactly,” Cindy said, her grin wide and genuine.

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

  She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. I figured it was time to make her squirm a bit, to let her know what it felt like to be the one at the mercy of someone else.

  Without another word, I climbed onto the couch until my feet were on the cushions, one on either side of Cindy’s body, my cock right in front of her face as I towered over her.

  Using my body to keep her legs folded over and trapped against her side, I squatted down and slid my cock into Cindy’s mouth. Staring down at her, I fucked her face, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pumping her five times before holding it in place, deep in her throat, while she remained helpless beneath me, her arms and legs trapped by my positioning atop her.

  “How does that feel?” I asked mockingly. “How does it feel to be helpless beneath me while I ravage you with my cock?”

  Cindy answered my question with a cough and a gag but I didn’t let up. “Take it,” I said. “Choke on my fucking cock.” I reached down and pinched her nose shut, effectively cutting off all her air.

  Still trapped helplessly beneath me and with no recourse whatsoever, Cindy’s face started turning red. Her eyes were wide and filled with distress and she started to shake her head back and forth as much as her position would allow, doing everything she could to get away.

  “It’s not so funny, now, is it?” I said, staring down at her while she continued to hack and cough. It wasn’t until her eyelids started to flutter that I pulled my cock out and climbed down off the couch.

  Cindy gasped aloud and coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath but remained smiling the whole time. And her eyes were more excited than ever.

  “You actually liked that, didn’t you,” I said as I stood over her, looking down at her sexy little body and laughing in amazement under my breath.

  Cindy nodded vehemently. “I fucking loved it,” she said after she’d caught her breath.

  “You truly are a dirty little fuckslut, aren’t you?”

  Smiling widely, she nodded again.

  “Then let’s give you what you want,” I said, picking her up and flipping her over, putting her in the doggy position, her knees on the couch and her arms draped over the back of the couch. Her little ass was facing me, tempting me, her pussy at the perfect height for me to stick my cock into it while standing on the floor.

  I pushed her legs together until her thighs were touching, then stepped forward and sidled up to her, my cock lying on top of her pale little ass.

  “Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

  She turned to look back at me and nodded her head. “Give it to me,” she said. “Give me that huge cock of yours.”

  So I did, grabbing ahold of my cock and smacking it against her ass a couple of times before sliding it into her pussy.

  With my hands gripping her hips for balance, I slammed my cock in and out of Cindy’s pussy, giving it to her hard and fast right from the beginning. She was into it too, bucking her ass back opposite my pumps so our bodies were coming towards each other before hammering together with a wet slap.

  We were in perfect rhythm, working together for maximum penetration as if we’d been fuck buddies for years instead of this being our first time together. I’d rarely experienced immediate chemistry like this before. We were perfectly compatible in bed, completely in synch with each other.

  I was so confident that we were on the same wavelength that I pulled my hand back and slapped her on the ass without any warning. The room echoed with the sound of flesh upon flesh.

  Cindy let out and excited little yelp and started breathing a little more quickly.

  “You liked that, did you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer before I had even smacked her. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to hear her say it.

  “I fucking loved it,” she said. “Do it again,” she added, her voice full of desperation.

  So I did, smacking her in the ass once again while continuing to pound away at her from behind.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said as I spanked her repeatedly, fucking her all the while. “Slap my ass harder. I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

  I slapped the same ass cheek until it was bright red, then moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Once they were both the same color I switched things up. I stopped smacking her ass and grabbed a hold of her hair and gave it a strong tug, forcing her to arch her back and lift her chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure.

  “Fuck yeah!” she said, practically screaming the words. “Pull my fucking hair! Jus like that. Just like that!” Seeing her so excited amped up my energy level even higher, allowing me to hammer away more aggressively at her.

  My body slammed into hers, causing her ass to ripple and her body to shimmy every time our flesh made contact. Her groans had turned into high-pitched wordless screams of joy.

  It wasn’t long before her entire body froze up for a moment, then released in a enormous wave of movement, causing her to shimmy and shake uncontrollably as an orgasm passed through her.

  Once she’d settled down, I releases my hold on her hair and let her relax for a moment. Keeping my cock inside her pussy but no longer moving against her, I leaned forward, resting my chin atop her shoulder so I could whisper into her ear.

  “You truly are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  “The dirtiest,” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “I want you to ravage me. Do whatever you want. I’m your little fuck toy.”

  “Whatever I want, huh?”

  “Anything,” she said. “Anything at all.”

  “Okay,” I said. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints later.”

  “Never,” Cindy replied.

  So with this in mind, I leaned back to regain my balance and started again moving my cock in and out of her pussy, starting slow but quickly gaining speed until I was once again pummeling her.

  “Just like that,” she said, groaning the words between deep, desperate breaths. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

  Still fucking Cindy doggy-style, filling up her pussy with my cock, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to get it lubed up a bit, then slid it into her asshole without any warning.

  Cindy let out a surprised little yelp and started to rise up but I held her down, pressing her face to the cushions.

  “Take it,” I said, holding her head in place with my forearm. “Just lie there and take it.”

  I forced my thump deeper inside her asshole, causing her to squirm and groan louder. “I said take it,” I growled, fucking her pussy with even more aggressio
n. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

  And she did, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid making noise as I forced my thumb deeper into her asshole, working it around in circles inside her as I continued fucking her from behind, hammering away relentlessly, our bodies slamming together, filling the room with the sounds and smells of sex.

  In a perfect world, I would have pulled my thumb out of her ass and replaced it with my cock, but unfortunately I was too far along to even consider it. I was mere seconds away from cumming already. Fucking her asshole would just have to wait until the next time we hooked up.

  I yanked my thumb out of her asshole and grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands to control her body for the final few pumps before I came. Pulling her back towards me, I ravaged her pussy more aggressively than I had all night, hammering away at her with everything I had while she screamed and groaned and bucked, her hair flying everywhere, her shoulder blades showing, her skin glistening with sweat.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, giving her fair warning. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  The words had barely left my mouth when Cindy shifted her body to the side, letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then she flipped over on the couch so she was sitting on it proper, her head right in front of my hard cock.

  Without so much as a word, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and started to suck while simultaneously jerking me off with her right hand and squeezing my balls with her left. She was going to town on my cock, jerking me off as aggressively as I jerked myself off, which was something no other girl had ever done before. Most girls acted like they were afraid of breaking something, of injuring me. But not Cindy. She clearly understood how much a body could take.

  And she just as clearly enjoyed what she was doing right now. Her eyes were wide with joy and turned up towards mine, holding my gaze, looking directly at me as she finished me off.

  “Come on baby,” Cindy said, popping her mouth off my cock for just a moment. “Give me that fucking cum. I want it all over my face. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

  I let out a low groan and bit down on my bottom lip. I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, trying to make the moment last forever, but it was impossible. Cindy wasn’t letting up at all.

  So I finally gave up to the inevitable. Cursing under my breath, I tensed up for a moment, then allowed my body to release. My balls tightened, launching a thick stream of white cum all over her face. Then another one. And another. And another.

  Cindy opened parted her lips to take the final couple spurts inside her mouth. They were smaller than the others, but still packed a punch, leaving a little reservoir of cum in her mouth.

  Still holding my cock, looking up at me with her eyes wide with joy, she tilted her head back and swallowed, gulping my cum down like it was a shot of tequila. Once it had disappeared, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and milked it dry while staring up at me with her cum-covered face the whole time.

  Eventually she released my cock and stood up, then headed into the bathroom. I got dressed while she cleaned herself up. A few minutes later she came out in a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

  “Do you still want that cup of coffee?” she asked, heading towards the kitchen.

  “Sure,” I said with a chuckle.

  “Good,” Cindy said. “Then I’ll make it while we figure out when we’re going to get together again. If that’s okay with you.”

  “That sounds great,” I said.

  “I think so too,” Cindy said. “And hopefully next time we’ll get even freakier, you know, since we got the awkwardness out of the way today.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said, thinking that if today was considered awkward, how insane would things get when we got comfortable with each other? I couldn’t wait to find out.

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  SLUTTY WITH A CHANCE OF ANAL

  They say you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, and sometimes they are right. But sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes the cover reflects the book perfectly, especially if it’s hand-picked for a desired effect. After all, they also say that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck it must be a duck.

  I tend to go with the second saying. Most of the time people are what they project.

  I’m not gonna lie; when girls are dressed like a slut it’s real easy to treat them like a piece of meat. After all, that’s what they want, right? Why else would they be walking around with their tits hanging and ass literally hanging out, showing the world their goods? So someone will notice their personality? I don’t think so.

  Now, don’t get me wrong, I’d never go so far as to suggest that girls like that are just asking to get raped. Not at all. But what I am saying is that if I end up having consensual sex with them, I’m not going to be inclined to treat them gently. There isn’t going to be any sweet loving or passionate sex or making love to a girl like that. In that situation I’m going to fuck them like an animal. I’m going to treat them like a slut who’s willing to do whatever I want, who can take whatever I can dish out. And I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Not one bit.

  I figure a girl who dresses like a slut deserves to be treated as such. Kind of like when kids dress up like gangbangers. If they get jumped on the street, are you surprised at all? Sure, maybe they didn’t deserve it, but you can’t really be surprised by it. In the eyes of the world, you are what you project. And when a girl projected SLUT in big bold letters, most likely, she was one. Or wanted to treated like one at the very least.

  Like this girl I met the other night. Her name was Bella, and she was exactly as advertised.

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  It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

  I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

  But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

  I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

  She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

  She was wearing a short pink and black dress that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

  On her feet she had black leather studded pumps with four-inch heels, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

  She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

  She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reason to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

  I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck
?”

  “Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

  “As a heart-attack,” I replied.

  She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

  “What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

  “Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

  “Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

  “Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

  “And what is that, exactly?”

  She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

  “If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

  “Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

  “Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

  “That’s part of it,” she said.

  “And the other?”

  She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

  “That’s because I’m playing a part.”

  “And what part is that?”

  “A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

  She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

  “It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”