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Slutterella Gets a Jay Oh Bee
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Previously on Slutterella, A Kink Tale
Slutterella went to get scratch tickets and a packa Newports from 7-11 for her responsible but pretty fuckin judgy older and less attractive step sisters (not that looks matter) and her drunk-ass stepmom struggling not to struggle against her alcohol issue, when she got distracted by a mookie guy she followed into a sex shop where the been-thru-it woman behind the counter intimidated her into buying a buttplug, and due to her difficult relationship with basic arithmetic, she couldn't decide if she would still have enough left to get the cigs n tix from 7-11, but she felt the universe give her the go ahead, so she bought it anyway.
Slutterella made the rest of the way to 7-11 with a purpose, only stopping briefly to lose her actual real virginity behind a dumpster to a man she had just met and fallen deeply in love with. But he disappeared immediately after the act, leaving Slutterella confused and wondering why guys always treat her like a slut. And she needed to get to the bottom of it....Mmmnnn, bottom.
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Slutterella rounded the corner somberly and shuffled into the 7-11.
She was deflated. But thank the light, Marita was working and it was completely dead.
"Oh hiiiii sweetie come heeeere!" Said Marita, coming around the counter with big open arms.
Slutterella melted into her gigantic DDD breasts.
"What's the matter sweetie?" Marita said with her wise smile as she held Slutterella, consoling her.
"Marita, I don't understand something......Hmmmnnnn," she buried her face into the breastedness of the Marita.
"Miss Marita?"
"Yes love?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes love. What is it?"
"Well....Miss Marita, I can't understand why guys always treat me like a slut. Like, I don't get it. Like I just don't. Ya know, I mean I just don't. I don't. I just don't get it."
Slutterella looked up at Miss Marita with a sad lonely face. It was clear she was confused. Miss Marita brushed her hair gently while she held her in her arms.
"Well lovey, the answer is simple."
"It iiiis???!" A ray of hope entered Slutterella's cute little babygirl heart.
"Yes love. It's simple. Guys treat you like a slut because you are a slut."
"Whaaaaat???? I aaaaaam????" Slutterella started to cry. "Hoo hoo hoooo. I knew it. Hoo hooooo. I am a slut."
"Theeeere there, sweetie," Miss Marita took Slutterella into her arms. "There's nothing wrong with being a slut."
"There isn't?"
"Of course not baby."
"But Hanna and Francis said..." Slutterella protested.
"I don't care one little bit about what your step sisters said. I said it once I'll say it again. There's nothing wrong with being a slut."
"Are you sure, cause I feel like you're the only one who thinks that."
"Well then I'm the only one who's right." Miss Marita shifted in her stool. "Ya know, people who think bad about sluts are mostly just a bunch of jealous haters. Uneducated and don't want to be bothered to try to understand anyone different."
"So what you're saying is...I'm special even though I'm different!"
"Exactly baby. Exactly."
Slutterella smiled. She had never felt so understood and cared for. She pushed into Miss Marita a little harder. The warmth of Miss Marita's stout but firm body made Slutterella feel safe and relaxed.
------Oh my gawd Miss Marita smells good. Is that lavender patchouli oil?
------mmmm her bewbs are so huge. I wish I had bigger boobs.
-----hmmmnn I really love her boobs.
-----I wonder if she's bi?? Am I bi???
Slutterella couldn't help but be turned on by Miss Marita's magnificent melons. She started breathing heavy into her cleavage. Slutterella put her lips to the top of Miss Marita's left breast. She gently kissed and sucked the skin at the top of the breast, so as not to come off totally slutty, even though being a slut was OK now.
Miss Marita clicked her tongue and made a groan of affection toward Slutterella, petting her poor little head, but for the most part she just sat there, content with the world to just let Slutterella soothe herself in her chest planets.
Slutterella started to slut all over Miss Marita, gyrating and undulating her naughty places nonchalantly in hopes that Miss Marita wouldn't notice if she wasn't gonna be okay with it.
Ms. Marita made no response, but she made no objections either. So Slutterella decided to scoot her lips lower toward the more central part of Marita's planets, and began to suck and suck and suuuuck. She hurled her little pussy onto Ms. Marita's upper thigh, which was meaty and round and firm and soft all at the same time, like one of the giant inflatable dildos in the sex shoppe, only it wasn't inflatable this time. She began to gyrate her sexy little twat on the upper leg of her inflatable dildo, while she sucked and sucked on the milk of the melons above.
"Mmmnnnn," Slutterella moaned. "Mmmnnn, mmmnnn." suck suck, slurp slurp.
Suddenly the door opened and a group of customers swarmed in. It was Rebecca Frasier. She was the hottest cheerleader on campus back in high school, only a couple of years ago. The two of them were like bffs for a whole summer and they tried out for cheerleading together. But Slutterella quit cause no one ever said it would be that hard and "omg I'm getting sweaty. Gross."
After that, she and Rebecca fell away. And then Chad Fletcher opened his big mouth after Slutterella went down on him in the back of the wrestling bus. Slutterella didn't see what the big deal was but Rebecca and her other cheerleader friends just wouldn't let it go. Then, in front of like everybody, at one of the hottest parties of the year, Rebecca said that she must be like The Big Show's cousin, The Big Hoe. And it stuck. By the end of senior year, everybody was calling her that.
Slutterella tucked herself quickly behind the counter, certain they didn't see her. Miss Marita stood and waited for them to buy something.
"Slutterella?? Is that you? We see you back there." Rebecca said, evoking giggles from her entourage. "Omg what are you doing back there?!!?"
"She...uh..works here now," Miss Marita blurted, grabbing Slutterella up by the arm and presenting her as her employee.
"Uh whaah....uhhhh woooooow...yeeeaaaahhh." Slutterella articulated.
------Oh my god I got a job!!! I don't believe it! Hanna n Francis'll have to stick it where the sun don't shine now. Slutterella's the new bread winner in town. Mmmmmmove over bitches!
"Now Slutterella, just watch what I do," Ms. Marita whispered.
"Yes Miss Marita," Slutterella answered back.
"Now what can I help you ladies with?"
"Well, I'm....okay whatever....so she works there. I'll take a pack of Newports and some rolling papers."
"That'll be 13.49."
Rebecca handed Miss Marita 15 dollars and Miss Marita gave her back a dollar fifty. Slutterella was blown away. She knew Miss Marita was smart, but she didn't realize she was actually a genius. She made change without counting or anything. She just did it without thinking. It was at that point Slutterella realized her destiny was to learn how to do math without thinking from Miss Marita. Cause every other way was just way too hard.
After Rebecca and the others left, Slutterella asked Miss Marita if she could work for her for real and Miss Marita said yes.
So cool!
Thanks ligerking! Are you related to the Tiger King? Can I come visit some time?
Hehehe mayyyybeeee
Part 3 is just amazing. Good work on this.
Glad you like!
It gets better. I can't wait to post tomorrow's episode. Slutterella gets a "stop and frisk" on the way home.
kink or kinky?
Should we be tagging it "kinky" rather than "kink?"
I don't know if that tag exist on hive. In the real live we say if Kinky, that is relative to BDSM