Slut Finder: The Complete Series Page 7

  She cupped the side of her large, soft, tits and pressed down onto me, squeezing my bulbous cockhead into the valley of softness her embrace had created, sandwiching my thick, engrossed, manhood between her thick bosom.

  A hot moan poured from my lips as I held my head back and let her do her thing, sandwiching me between those soft mounds and starting to rock in place. Despite the fact I was large in the trouser department she didn’t have an issue swallowing up my full cock between her tits, hiding it away in the full embrace of her compressing plumpness.

  “Does it feel good?” she asked me, her own breaths heating up as she rocked her chest up and down, stroking me in those fat breasts.

  “So good. Better than you’d believe,” I panted back to her. I wasn’t lying about this. I wasn’t sure if this was her first time or not but the softness of her tits were amazing. They sunk around me and squeezed me like an elite pussy. I’d fucked girls who didn’t feel anywhere near as good as being wrapped up in this position.

  “Really?” Emily asked of me, obviously excited that I was enjoying it so much. She was playing the role of a good mother on top of the role that I’d hypnotised into her, but she couldn’t help it that she was a horny, slutty, MILF who wanted to get fucked.

  “Yeah mom this is the best. Keep going, I’m getting so hot thanks to these titties of yours.”

  She kept her arms tightly squeezed into the sides of her tits and began to rock up and down, jerking me off with the largeness of her breasts, her tits compressing every time they struck down into my lap with a meaty slap which mixed in with the hot, moaning, breaths which filled up the room. The air was already starting to fill up with the scent of sex, the two of us feeling the effects of this lustful embrace.

  My cock was throbbing thanks to her talents. I may have been used to the best pussies around but that didn’t mean I could hold back when faced with too quality. My insides were crying out in need; I was coming close to cumming.

  “What is it? Are you in pain?” Emily’s voice sounded concerned, probably at the way my face was straining together.

  “It’s nothing mom. Just your tits feel so good I’m about to cum at any moment.”

  She gasped sweetly. Was she really surprised at this or was she just playing dumb? Whichever it was she didn’t release me and kept me contained in that vice like tit squeeze.

  “You don’t need to hold back. Cum in mommies tits. Let out all your big boy cream inside my bosom.”

  There was no way I could hold back any longer, not with her saying things like that. My hips jerked upwards and a moan poured from me as I throbbed in her squishy embrace and began to cum.

  It felt just like seeding a pussy, my hips pumping up into a hot, tight, embrace and feeling all of my cum spraying out with each jerk, rope after rope releasing from my loins and unloading into the hole I was packing. Yet this time all of that jizz was being released onto a hot MILF’s chest.

  Finally my orgasm ended and I could come down off that temporary high, Emily releasing a hold of me once I was done relieving myself. She drew her chest apart and let me see the damage I had caused, her cleavage completely painted in a sticky veil of cum.

  “Wow, you really came a lot,” she moaned, cheeks hot as she savored the feeling of my cum’s warmness across her skin.

  “Every time for you mommy. But I still want more.”

  “More?”

  “More,” I confirmed, pushing up closer to her and pressing a hand back between her thighs, resting on her wet pussy.

  “N-no we can’t go that far,” she whimpered, drawing her eyes away from me. “My tits was okay but doing that would be cheating and we can’t…”

  “Mom, you’re soaked. We both want it and you know it.”

  She was shaking. Nerves, fear or excitement? I had an idea which of the three it was, the juice dripping down onto my palm giving me a big clue.

  “But if you cum inside of me like that then there is no way I won’t get pregnant and I don’t have any condoms and… and…”

  “Mom,” I pressed my other hand up to her lips, pressing it down to quieten her for a moment. “You can drop the act. You’re dripping for me. You’re not for me. You want my fat cock even more than I want to give it to you. Your body is starved and it wants a hot filling of my fertile cum more than anything else in the world right now. Admit it and I’ll plow this cock into you and make you feel pleasure that dad couldn’t even dream of giving you.”

  As I drew my finger away from her lips she snapped and finally let all her pent up desires flow out of her.

  “Yes I confess! I’ve been so horny! I want sex everyday but my husband, he goes away all the time and even when he returns he doesn’t give me what I need. Please son I need this, I’ve been so starved. I can’t satisfy myself, I need a big strong man to help me. Please, please fuck me.”

  “That’s all I wanted you to say,” I growled, lips curling up into a grin as I grasped her sexy body and pinned her down onto the bed. There was no time to waste. She was dripping and lusting for my cock and I was throbbing and aching for her pussy. I pressed our bodies together, our sexes joining together before I thrusted down and buried into her juicy mound.

  It was like a vice, a sexual vice. The way her insides clung to me, she’d been starved for so long. This wasn’t just an A+ caliber pussy, this was one that hadn’t tasted a proper man in far too long.

  Willpower was the only thing that stopped me from bursting as soon as I entered. It was no wonder her husband had lost interest in sex, there was no way his little cock could be a match for this.

  My body pressed down onto hers, weight keeping her sealed tightly into the bed. She raised her arms and her legs, wrapping them around my body, clinging to my back as I began to thrust down into her tight body, rutting her amazing pussy.

  “Oh that’s it,” she moaned out from under me, “This is what I’ve needed. I’ve needed this for so long.”

  Her nails were digging into my back, her moans getting louder and louder. It wouldn’t surprise me if the neighbors happened to hear us she was screaming that loud. She was getting into it more than me.

  My primal desires were coming back to the surface. My hips rose up and then slammed down into her pussy, making a wet clap echo around the room, fluttering below her moans. In and out I stirred my rigid manhood, lusting for her incredible body which clung into it, limbs and insides together.

  The bed below us creaked from the force I was putting into taking her to heaven, bliss washing through the both of us as our bodies glistened with sweat, the passion sapping the energy out of us as we did all we could to achieve that moment of ultimate pleasure.

  “Is it good?” Emily asked me from below, head buried into my shoulder, muffling her biblical cries.

  “So good. Incredible. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

  “I want it!” Her voice cried out, shaking the plains of glass in the windows. “I want it! I want your young, fertile, cum inside of me! Knock this old woman up with your youthful seed!”

  I growled like a predator as she begged for me to cum inside of her. I may have had some willpower but I was no saint, I couldn’t control myself when faced with begging like that.

  All of my strength went to my hips, smothering Emily under me as I began to drill down into her womb, my cock throbbing as my orgasm began to race through me, everything going white as the moment of relief finally arrived, a hot, thick, plentiful orgasming firing from my bulbous shaft, impregnating the MILF with my young, fertile, swimmers.

  I wasn’t the only one who came. Emily’s insides squeezed around me, twitching and jerking as she was also struck with a moment of pleasure, moaning against me as her juices poured out, staining the bed with a pool of lust.

  The two of us couldn’t pull apart, lying exhausted together, my body lying upon hers.

  “That was incredible,” she moaned out softly, breathing thick and heavy.

  “It was for me too. Wanna go for another
round?”

  “Well,” there was a pause in the air for just a few moments before her expression of deep thought turned to mischievous joy. “I don’t see why not.”

  The sun was still high in the sky. She had nowhere to go. I had nowhere to go. It was only right that the two of us made the most of the free day we had ahead of us. I wasn’t going to let her go until the sun had long set.

  Level 6: The Artist

  Slut Finder was truly the best thing to ever happen to me. In the space of just two days I got to experience what it would be like to be both a father and a son, if either of those things were involved in an incestious relationship with their daughter or mother. I was one lucky man.

  However two perspective altering experiences side by side was still not enough to satisfy me. I wasn’t looking for new viewpoints on family relations, I was looking for some sexy women who could satisfy my lust.

  I’d reached the next level of Slut Finder and had also found out that my body recovered well from strenuous activity. I spent the entire day in a bedroom with a sexy, lustful, MILF and yet one day removed I was already ready to go and hunt down some more wonders for me to intoxicate with my charms, and by tricking them into looking into my phone.

  On my previous ventures I hadn’t had much luck finding any A+ talent on my own doorstep so I took a ride into the city to find some fresh perspective and some fresh meat. The city was packed with so many people and the scanning range of my app was every expanding there was no way I wouldn’t be able to find someone who matched my expectations.

  Once I got off at my stop I started up the scan and took a look through the results, hoping to find an angel staring me in the face. Salvation was at hand, this time fate hadn’t decided to be cruel and hide my prey from me, it had offered it up on a silver platter.

  The recommended, A+ rated, result at the top of my results list was named Maya. It was an unusual name but that didn’t change the fact that she was understandably stunning. Only just into her twenties she was a pretty young thing with pale skin and wispy blonde hair. I wasn’t a guy who had a particular fetish for glasses but she could really pull them off.

  She had the rating I wanted and her looks were matching up. With everything going my way I checked the locator and began to follow the trail to find my next wonder woman.

  The location I was taken to was a high end apartment block. The condos here were big, fancy and expensive; was I stepping into the lion’s den with a lady of luxury? She listed her job as an artist so that had potential. I’d never heard of her but then again I wasn’t exactly a regular down at the gallery.

  Slut Finder happily indicated to me which apartment she was in, and luckily as I was at the door somebody leaving allowed me access into the building. With the app in my hands luck always seemed to shine down above me. Ignoring that day I got fired of course.

  Easily being able to find the right door I delivered a hearty knock, calling for my next beloved lay.

  “Who is it?” There was a beep and a buzz as a voice came through the speaker system beside the door. Maybe I should have buzzed to start with? I wasn’t used to such fancy locations, my apartment complex couldn’t compare to this.

  “Delivery,” I called back into the speaker system.

  “What delivery? I don’t remember ordering nothing.”

  I hadn’t actually expected a follow up question. Pizza was always a good one to use but was that a big cliche? She said she was an artist though.

  “I have an order of paints for you.”

  My words were unsure as I had to lie through my teeth which wasn’t as easy when the person I was speaking to wasn’t deep under hypnosis. Still my words seemed to work as there was another buzz as she spoke up again.

  “Alright I’ll be right there.”

  I waited for the door to open, already having my phone in hand, ready to capture her in my web. The door creaked as the side began to open, the beautiful girl I’d seen on my phone peeking out of the edge.

  “Did the company send you?” she asked, only her head peeking around the corner of the entrance.

  “Yes miss, the company sent me. I just need you to sign here.”

  As usual I held the phone up. For some reason people just seemed to look into anything if you hold it up in front of them. All I had to do was lift and show and her eyes went straight to the screen, her face being washed over by a veil of blankness.

  The moment of calmness on her face didn’t last for long, the usual mere amount of seconds, before life returned to those empty orbs behind her glasses. The hypnosis was now complete. For today’s act I had decided to be her model.

  “You’re just in time,” she said happily, opening the door and grasping my wrist, tugging me inside.

  The first thing I noticed was how little she was wearing. Apart from her glasses she was just wearing a black t-shirt, covered in paint. It covered all the important areas, just, but she definitely did not have anything on in the downstairs department. No shoes, so socks, no pants and no panties either.

  The second thing I noticed was just how big the apartment was and the amazing view it offered. Large window panes covered most of the walls overlooking the city, giving an unobscured view of the surroundings.

  Number three was how despite it being such a large apartment the only thing that really seemed to be inside was paintings, future paintings and the equipment which would be used to make said future paintings. This place looked more like a studio than it did a home.

  “So do you live here or is this just your studio?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me as she began to arrange her easel in her desired position.

  “Studio slash living arrangement. My sponsors let me borrow this place for my art.”

  Looking around at the paintings I could see it immediately jumped out that she had talent. She was no wannabee who simply used the word artist as a way to say that they like drawing or painting or taking photos, Maya was a proper artist. This stuff could go in a gallery if she wanted it to; some of it probably did already.

  “Wow, this stuff is amazing,” I said in awe, looking over her impressionist works.

  “Thanks man. Art is my release.” I couldn’t really tell her my release came through sleeping with women I’d hypnotized with a magic app.

  “So where do you want me?”

  Maya walked over to a spot in the middle of the room and tapped the end of a long paintbrush down across the ground.

  “I’ll need you to stand right here, under the light.”

  Taking my position in the center of the room, hoping that the visibility from the buildings across the way wasn’t too good, I grasped at the collar of my shirt.

  “Would you like me to undress now?”

  “Yeah, just take it off and throw them wherever.”

  I began to undress myself on the spot, slipping out of those comfortable, body stifling clothes of mine, letting my fit body and my throbbing cock go free. My dick just couldn’t seem to settle down before it’d gotten to blow a load or a few with a hot chick.

  Once I’d finished stripping down, kicking my stuff across the room I watched as Maya grasped at the base of her top and pulled it up over her head, stripping herself down to the nude and confirming to me she had been naked other than that shirt. All she had left was her glasses and some piercings, one in her ear and the rest in her ears.

  “You know you don’t need to get naked too?” Not exactly sure I needed to mention that to her. I didn’t plan that for the hypnosis.

  “It’s my process man. I gotta get naked to truly connect, to get my inspiration.”

  Maya was a total nutcase but if she wanted to let me look at her sexy, fit, petite body then I wasn’t going to offer up any complaints.

  I remained in place for her as she began to paint me. Her body was already covered in globs of paint which had flicked onto her while she worked and she was continuing the pattern while she was using me as a model. Obviously I didn’t plan on staying like this
all day though, letting her paint me until she was finished. This was just the start of the master plan I’d devised and she was going to dance along to the script.

  The more I leveled up the Slut Finder app the more details it allowed me to provide into the hypnosis. At level one I just got a slight outline of a scenario which I would hypnotise my target into believing; now I could pretty much script the entire thing.

  Maya wasn’t just an artist with me as a model. She was also a horny girl who would grow hotter and needier the longer she painted her centerpiece for. The fact that she painted naked was only helping set the scene.

  Her face began to glow very quickly into her work, cheeks turning into a shade of pink which was soon replaced with a glow of red. Her nipples stiffened and a glisten could be seen between her legs. There was no denying the effects taking over her body.