Slut

 

 

 

SLUTHUNTING

Identifying sluts is not so easy as it may sound.

After all we're talking actually behavior, promiscuity, not dressing, even thou there sure is plenty of slutty dressing seen here and there.

But even as slutty dressing is an indicator, it fails bigtime as THE indicator.

Many sluts are camoflaged in proper clothing, and many good and rightous females wear slutcloths just because they follow the herd on this one.

It's important not to be just a jugdemental prick.

One really good indicator is that she goes around with nothing under, walking commando, or whatever you call it. Easy access because she likes being always ready for impulsive sex, a quickie.

Another indicator is that she do not react much to tickling, because she's used to being manhandled.

The last indicator cannot be teached, because it's something you're just born with; the slut-radar. It's like some magic skill really, but some of you just got it, and you know it.

That said even the slut-radar may miss target, because she may have a slutty soul, but still be staying prudent by pure willpower.
 A slut is not a prostitute.

It is not a profession, but an attitude.

It is what you are, when you're born that way.

Sluts enjoy flashing , and they only use cloth to make you want to see more.

More often than not they dont use underwear.

Sluts wants to be ready for a quicky at all times.

This one time, at bandcamp, I stumbled upon a very drunk ginger slut.

She mistook me for someone else, and I gave her a powerquicky she'll never forget.

I ripped her cloth and got her on her back out there in the woods.

And used her real good, as both mattress and cumdump.

3 times I came into her pussy, just to be sure that she was knocked up if she had the right period.

Pumping away while her ass was rubbing into the dirty ground.

I did not even take out my cock between the loads, I just went on fucking her with the same erection.

And I laid on top of her all the time, to deny her from draining the spunk out of her belly.

Both her breasts, and her neck, was full of marks from biting and kissing.

More because of her alcohol than my cock, she then seemingly passed out.

I tested her by assblasting her.

I rolled her on her tummy and fucked her ass until I came into her the forth time.

She never moved or moaned when her ass got blasted.

When I was sure she was really out, I kneeled, and throated her.

Unconscious sluts never bite.

And they dont remember.

Afterwards I posed her still spreading on her tummy.

I smacked that ass with still no reaction.

And she was still quiet when a beerbottle was shuved up that ass, opened but still full, pouring beer right into that cumfilled anus, making sure she would stay intoxicated for a while.

When I shuved her flute into her vagina, deep into, she started rattling, shivering, she puked with her face still down to the ground, and reposed again, nude and still spreading arms and legs.

I never got to know who she believed I was, but I've heard that guy got into a lot of trouble.

When she woke up later on, with a bottle and a flute insider her, face down i the dirt, covered in sperm, and her own saliva and puke, sticky spunk dripping from inside her for days...well...she was not happy about all that.

I hope she got pregnant.

She would make adorable children.



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