The Ultimate Slut

THE ULTIMATE SLUT

Michael Scott Taylor

Copyright 2014 by Michael Scott Taylor

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This title was previously released under the name Derek
Norris.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE ULTIMATE
SLUT

ALSO BY
MICHAEL SCOTT
TAYLOR

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THE ULTIMATE SLUT

Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out
of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when
you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable
company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating
things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours
happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except
that what’s you feel like.

No matter what your motivation is, the best
way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is
to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the
freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.

Now, there are thousands upon thousands of
places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of
woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even
have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most
things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a
professional escort is by far the best option.

The beauty of this approach is that you
always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing
to pay up, of course.

Do you have a hankering for a 5-foot tall,
100 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small
tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 170 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic
tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way,
you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want is just a phone
call away.

And not only that but whatever style of
fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do
you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart?
Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick
with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or
maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes
dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards?
No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as
you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free
market.

Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much
everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and
it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with
hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I
never want for diversity.

But on this night, my mood is running a bit
on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and
I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a
phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple
times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night
with. Her name is Bonnie, and she is the ultimate slut.

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I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the
night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than
any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure
why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth
beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.

Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it,
not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as
I opened the door, there stood Bonnie, in all her glory.

The funny thing about Bonnie was, if you saw
her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was.
Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted
to.

As she stood at the door dressed in a loose
sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of
makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to
be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman
in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the
incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of
her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw
her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how
incredibly slutty she could be.

But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the
transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.

“
So what’s on the table
for tonight?” Bonnie asked after
I’d
closed and locked the door behind us.

“
Oh, it’s gonna be a rough
one,” I replied, still smiling.

“
Well, duh, I knew that,”
she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was,
how rough?”

“
That depends on how much
you can handle,” I said.

Bonnie scoffed and gave me that look of
disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can
handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her
voice, it was just a flat statement.

“
Normally you can,” I
said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever
have before.”

“
Good,” she said. “Then
maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for
once.”

“
I never have before?” I
asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Bonnie was far more
depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how
she’d reply.

“
You’ve been close,”
Bonnie said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me
wanting for more.”

“
Not even me?”

“
Don’t get me wrong,” she
said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was
just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you,
but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I
wasn’t
hoping that you’d
take things further than you did.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath.
I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if
those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew
she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually
take.

“
Damn, girl,” I said. “You
must have some serious issues inside that head of
yours.”

She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I
say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”

“
Damn right you are. And
it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I
could take my aggressions out on.”

“
I hear you there,” Bonnie
said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into
something a little more interesting?”

“
Sounds like a plan,” I
said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I stared at her amazing ass working beneath
her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get
cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened
up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I
didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it
certainly didn’t hurt.

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When Bonnie came out of the bathroom fifteen
minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was
a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her
hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup
was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to
the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by
a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a
form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her
long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.

But it was more than just her looks that had
changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil
glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut.
It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.

“
So what do you think?”
Bonnie asked.

“
Wow,” I replied. “Just
wow.”

“
It take it you’re
happy?”

“
As always,” I said.
“You’re amazing.”

“
Yes,” she said, shooting
me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”

I laughed under my breath for a moment
before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get
busy.

“
I know that look,” Bonnie
said.

“
I’m sure you do,” I said,
walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her,
less than a foot away.

“
Go right ahead,” Bonnie
said. “Do your worst.”

“
Don’t worry,” I said. “I
plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave
it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up
towards the ceiling.

Bonnie moaned in excitement. Her eyes
twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being
treated like this. It was no act.

“
You like that, don’t
you?” I said.

“
I fucking love it,” she
replied.

I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round,
perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she
let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.

Bonnie yelped and shivered in ecstasy.

She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again,
harder this time.

Bonnie let out a louder moan and her breath
rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying
herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And
again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same
treatment.

By now my cock was pushing painfully against
my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Bonnie was. But
it was time to change things up.

Still gripping Bonnie’s hair in my hand, I
pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep
breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but
she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with
pleasure.

“
How are you enjoying
yourself so far?” I asked.

“
You’re off to a good
start,” Bonnie replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you
go from here.”

“
Indeed we will,” I
said.

I started walking, roughly dragging Bonnie
along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at
the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against
it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her
hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a
bit, not very tightly at all.

Bonnie’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If
anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.

With my hand still around her throat, I
slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off
the walls and filled the room.

Little red blossoms flared up on Bonnie’s
cheek. But she still smiled.

So I slapped her again. I squeezed her
throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.

The color started to drain from Bonnie’s
face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her
smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.

“
Do you want me to keep
going?” I asked.

Bonnie nodded her head vigorously.

Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again.
And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now,
almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.

Her lips were quivering slightly and her
eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled
back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on
a slightly blue tint.

But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly
to the right that I let go of her throat.

The color ran back into her face and she
gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this
time it was filled with excitement.