Jessica The Happily Depraved Slut

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Don’t read this if you shouldn’t be – you know who you are – or if you dislike fetish stories.

Ostensibly Jessica was a hippy. She wore the right ‘Mother Earth’ garments – the ethnic skirts, flat shoes made from some easily replenishable material, a colourful bag made by Peruvian peasants etc. etc., she went to all of the right rallies and protest camps, and she disdained the evil capitalistic conception of beauty and aesthetic norms – letting her bodily hair grow long and avoiding washing as much as possible.

What most of her ridiculously-named hippy friends didn’t know was that Jessica cared little for the environment or spiritual communion with nature. Of course, she wasn’t entirely uncaring and unthinking, but the overriding motivation behind her lifestyle was simply that she was a cumhungry slutfreak aroused beyond measure by the sight and smell of hairy, unwashed bodies – whether her own or other peoples.

Today was unusual. For the past two weeks she had been staying at the flat of two dour hardcore vegans – Pippa and Moonbeam – and had been unable to satisfy her usual lustful habits; her two friends thought that any time spent not striving for social change was time wasted. She had, of course, found release; smelling her own stinky panties and vigorously rubbing her stiff clit in the dark, but this had barely satisfied her filthy cravings. Her need had mounted as the days went by, and her body ached for its own special brand of release. She was now half-crazed with need, and this morning stood before her full-length mirror in her minimalist bedroom preparing herself for a day of debauchery.

She could hardly take her hands off her own body as her fingers – as if by their own volition – pulled and pinched her erect nipples and clit. But she managed to find enough willpower to stop distracting herself for a moment and consider her reflection. She was short and curvy – not fat but with a bit of excess weight stored in her prominent tits and arse. She had pale, creamy skin and shortish blonde hair – cut well above shoulder height with sophistication. She had an intelligent-looking face, giving her a curvy, middle-class allure.

Today though, she was anything but sophisticated. Her horniness was leading her to give in to her darkest desires. She stopped looking at herself and rubbed a hand through her sweaty, unwashed armpit, transferring sweaty moisture to her nipples before sucking on her fingers. She felt her pussy spasm in response and knew that she was going to go through with the plan she had been considering all morning. Jessica picked up the pair of nipple clamps that had been lying on her dresser and fingered the serrated edges. They would hurt she knew, but both the pain and the sense of her own sluttish depravity would ensure a constant stream of pussy juice. She gasped and winced as she attached the clips to her long, hard nipples and felt the expected spasming of her pussy. She knew that the clamps would lead her into a state of constant arousal, leading her into filthy situations she might otherwise have avoided and later regretted missing out on. She then picked up the second object, a thick buttplug. She reached into her sweaty pits to scoop out stink moisture and rubbed it on the black plug for lubrication. She then expelled her breath and squatting she easily shoved it up her arse; she indulged in sodomy often enough to feel no pain at the konyaaltı sınırsız escort rectal intruder. She straightened up and looked back in the mirror. Her body was covered in a slight sheen of sweat from arousal and anticipation, her lips were parted as she panted slightly at the sensations running through her, and the great tufts of matted blonde hair at her pussy and armpits were glistening from sweaty moisture. She took a deep breath through her nose and shuddered at her own stink; she smelled of unwashed flesh, sweat and pussy juice. It was intoxicating and she pulled down on the chain connecting her nipple clamps as her pussy shuddered and the buttplug gripped her arse. Then, controlling her impulses she pulled on a sleeveless green summer dress and added matching flipflops before leaving her top-floor apartment, awkwardly running down the stairs to get as sweaty as possible.

Jessica stood on the pavement outside the complex that contained her flat unsure whether to go left or right. She knew that she was going to find a sweaty, hairy man but was torn between the large parks near her flat where she would find joggers, or alternatively the building developments where she might find some sweaty builders. In the end she set off for the parks, shuddering in arousal every time a man – and quite a few women – licked their lips and stared at the beautiful, hairy hippy – her wanton sluttishness clearly evidenced by the short dress and, in particular, the clearly visible nipple clamps through her thin cotton dress.

15 minutes later Jessica was lying in the sun on a small grassy knoll just off of one of the lesser used jogging circuits. She was currently rubbing her fingers up and down her thighs collecting up her pussy moisture and feeding it to herself – almost fellating her smelly fingers. With legs wide open, her hands playing with herself, and an obvious look of crazed lust on her face she was any man’s wet dream. She was just waiting for the right man to come along and give in to his lustful urges. Jessica was dying to get arse-fucked to oblivion as she sucked and licked a sweaty man’s nipples and armpits.

While she waited Jessica decided to indulge her craven needs. To push herself to frantic arousal she pulled down the front of her dress and, taking a deep breath, squeezed down hard on the nipple clamps biting into her bruised nipples. She whimpered from the pain, nerves screaming from the torment shooting through her breasts, her nipples feeling like pins were piercing them. But at the same time her mind acknowledged that the pain was delicious; it was a brutal pleasure making her pussy leak and her arse wildly contract on the buttplug lodged deep in her arse. Vaguely regaining her awareness, Jessica was half-blind by lust and pain. She rapidly pinched her clit while rubbing her plugged arse into the ground and felt her orgasm building from the sensations shooting through her pussy, arse, and abused nipples. She left her left hand pinching her clit and lifted her right arm so she could burrow her nose into her sodden armpit; sniffing the stink, sweaty stench and sucking the rank moisture from her tufts of blonde hair. Her orgasm mounted as every one of her filthy needs was gradually satisfied, and she was close when the harsh and unexpected sound of someone cleaning their throat jerked her from her ministrations.

Somewhat konyaaltı türbanlı escort startled Jessica looked down the slight incline at the man who had revealed his presence and her arse spasmed in response. The man was large and broad shouldered, with a strong jaw-line, curly blond hair, and vividly blue eyes. He wore black jogging shorts and a white running vest and Jessica felt excitement as she saw the sweat coursing down his face and the wet patches on his vest. Moreover, she felt a shiver in her pussy as she noticed the fuzz peeking out from the man’s armpit. Returning her attention to his face, she could see that he was caught between a desire to join her and the natural impropriety of interrupting a naked stranger; even if they were tugging on their clit while wearing nipple clamps and sniffing their own armpits. Jessica however, felt no conflict whatsoever from her mind and knew straight away that this was the man to give her a hard and filthy fucking. The man was obviously grasping for something sensible to say as his mouth moved up and down so Jessica decided to help him. “Will you help me out?” she asked lustily, “I must warn you though that as you can tell I am into some pretty kinky shit, and while my body is crying out to be fucked by you, if you are unwilling to indulge in my dirty fetishes then I’ll wait for someone else”.

The man at last found his voice: “I… uh… would love to help you out. I must say I didn’t expect to find a wanton nympho masturbating in the park, but if you like nipple torture and armpits then I’m fine with that. I had this girlfriend once…” He lapsed into silence, perhaps aware that in the circumstances a condensed version of his sexual experience was inappropriate. After a few moments he added: “I’m Owen”.

‘Well Owen” Jessica replied, “As you can tell I’m obviously a hippy tit torture and armpit whore but that’s not the whole of it”. She continued: “To put it bluntly – and really there’s no other way considering the situation we find ourselves in – I crave the sweaty smell of men. I love to lick moist, stinky armpits, to nibble on matted hair, to clean drops of sweat from aroused nipples, and to breath in the stink of unwashed flesh”. She thought for a moment and then winked at the man, “And I like to do all of this with a big cock in my arse and with my nipples being abused. Oh, and I’m Jessica”. She smiled, back to pulling on her stiff clit as the shock of discovery wore off.

Owen gasped, visibly lustful at the prospect. He looked down at the sweaty, wanton slut before him, caught a whiff of her unwashed odour, and knew that he would do anything to get his stiffening cock into perky behind and to taste the sweat on her beautiful shoulders. “Should we move somewhere more private?” he suggested.

Jessica smiled happily and stood. Straightening herself out and pulling her dress both up and down in the appropriate places she took Owen’s strong hand and led him down across the dusty path and into the woods beyond. A few minutes in they came to a small, isolated clearing with a brook gurgling though it. She turned to Owen and reached up to put her hands behind his head. Drawing his strong face closer she darted her tongue out licking around his mouth and sighing as she tasted the sweaty skin, She then passionately kissed him; as their lips mashed together he dug his hands into her konyaaltı ucuz escort plentiful behind and pulled her flesh into his. Breaking the kiss she said, “Take all of your clothes off. I want to see your naked, sweaty body”. Owen hurried to obey Jessica’s pussy spasmed as the large man’s hairy, glistening body was revealed to him. “Sit down” she said, when the man was seated in the short grass she stripped off her own clothes and got on all fours facing him.

She kissed him again but broke off suddenly as she became aware of the man’s sweaty stink and lust took over her body. She leaned forward and started licking his chest, softly and languidly cleaning it with her delicate tongue. She felt Owen moan as she moved to his nipples, playing and teasing it into hardness before gently chewing on the sweaty nubs. She leant back and reached out to slowly jerk his long, veiny cock as she stated, “I want to lick your armpits now. No, in fact, I need to lick your sweaty armpits now”. She locked eyes with him, “Is that okay with you? You won’t be repulsed or anything?”

Owen wanted nothing more than for this beautiful, curvy, and unbelievably perverted woman to lick the sweat from his armpits and he told her so. “However” he continued “there is one condition”.

Curiously Jessica asked “What?”

“In return, I get to rim your sweaty arsehole”.

This was almost too much for Jessica and her arse spasmed around the wide plug in anticipation of Owen’s long, rough tongue penetrating its filthy depths. She smiled wickedly and nodded, “As long as you remember your promise to fuck it hard afterwards then we have a deal” she countered. The grin on Owen’s face was enough to convince her that she would indeed get her sordid wish. She crawled closer to Owen and quickly straddled him sinking her tight, sopping pussy on to his hard dick as something like a 15 degree angle. This way they could both comfortably sit with their arses on the floor and with Jessica’s legs bent out over and behind him and her hands around his waist they were stable enough for the filthy blonde slut to move her mouth up against Owen’s sweaty armpit.

Owen felt vaginal muscles contract on his hard dick as Jessica began to sensually lick the sweaty insides of his right armpit, his left arm was thrown out behind him providing balance. Pleasure coursed through him as he felt the wet tongue bury itself as deep as possible into his sweaty flesh and hair. Part of the thrill came from the depravity of the act itself, but a significant part was played by the sensations of his armpit being licked clean by this beautiful slut. The feelings continued for some minutes and he closed his eyes, revelling in the pleasure from her oral ministrations and from the rhythmic contractions of her tight pussy on his cock. After a time though the feelings changed, and Owen came hard and suddenly as he opened his eyes to see the depraved girl fellating his long, matted armpit hair – her head frantically bobbing up and down. The feeling of his own ejaculations must have set Jessica off because her pussy suddenly contracted hard and, spasming violently, she gushed what felt like pints of girlcum over his deflating cock and hairy crotch.

She threw herself off his cock and lay on the ground a few feet away still spasming uncontrollably. Just as Owen began to lose consciousness from the intensity of his cum, he noticed with a thrill that this unbelievable slut’s arse was stuffed full with a large buttplug. With a smile on his face, he fell back heavily against the grass.

Tbc.

What would you like Jessica and Owen to get up to next? Obviously there are some unfulfilled promises for the couple to action, but what after? Also, this is only my second story so any thoughts let me know:

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