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Slutterella gets stopped and frisked
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Previously on Slutterella, A Kink Tale
Slutterella accidentally followed a mookie guy into a sex shop where she accidentally bought a buttplug and accidentally inserted it, unexpectedly fell in love with her one true love, and slutted with him near a dumpster.
She was left confused and wondering why guys always treated her like a slut. At 7-11, Miss Marita comforted Slutterella in her hot-air balloon bozoms and provided Slutterella with some enlightening wisdom.
Just when things started to get steamy, Rebecca and her friends came in and totally called Slutterella out but Miss Marita saved the day by giving Slutterella a Jay Oh Bee.
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After Rebecca and her bitchy ass friends left, Slutterella asked Miss Marita if she could work for her for reals.
"Yes baby," said Miss Marita.
A little emotion welled up in Slutterella's heart. She didn't know how to express it properly so she just slutted all over her again, burying the side of her face in Miss Marita's planetoids in a heartfelt embrace.
"Miss Marita...," Slutterella began, regaining her fragile composure, "this job means so much to me and I'm really going to really try really hard to do a really good job. You won't be disappointed." Slutterella instinctively reached for a broom and began to sweep.
"Ya know darlin," Miss Marita continued, "I think you're gonna be okay here."
Slutterella was so encouraged she decided to actually sweep for real. Her mind drifted as she swept....she thought about the mookie guy, the butt plug, the dumpster romance, the deep questions burning in her....bosom about her slutty reputation.
----- I can't believe I have a job now. I mean, this is such a wonderful step. Who knew I could be so responsible....?
Slutterella swept and swept. Finally, after well over three minutes, she pushed the little pile of dirt she made into the dustpan and emptied it into the bin. Slutterella was so proud that she helped clean the floor immediately around where she was standing that she figured she'd call it a day. She thanked Miss Marita for everything she had done for her.
"Okay baby. Tomorrow we open at 6, but you can come in at 7 okay?"
"Ok Miss Marita. I'll be here. You can count on me!"
Miss Marita walked Slutterella to the door. Peaking outside, Miss Marita nodded up the street,
"Oh look. They're up there stoppin' and friskin' again. You better walk around the other way to get home sweetie. Y'hear me?"
"Yes Miss Marita. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow!!" Shouted Slutterella as she waved and walked backwards in the exact direction Miss Marita told her not to go.
It felt so good to have a job. Slutterella knew her stepmom would be proud of her. And it would shut her step-sisters up. She turned to run home and tell them the good news, but toppled into the broad side of a large, muscular, white, male police officer who was stopping and frisking an even larger and more muscular black man.
"Owwhoaumph!!!" Slutterella squelched in surprise, collapsing to the sidewalk from overwhelming horniness. Slutterella looked up to see the officer's nightstick hanging from his belt just inches from her mouth. "Woaaah."
----- Oh my god that thing is huge
----- oh wait....so is this what Miss Marita was talking about??
----- omg does that mean I'm getting stopped and frisked now??? Why does stuff like this always happen to me????
The officer took Slutterella by the hand to help her to her feet. He was so strong. Stronger even than her lover at the dumpster. Slutterella knew she could never escape so she had no choice but to surrender. And after seeing his bulge on the way up, which she tried really hard to ignore---and not to mention---and to ignore---she instinctively turned her ass toward the officer and put her hands on the wall.
"Miss, I'm sorry, are you okay?" said the officer.
"Yes sir, I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever you want. Are you gonna frisk me?" Slutterella asked.
"Charmin, this wunna yours?" said the officer, over his shoulder.
Slutterella looked to her left to see there were 3 more black guys with their hands against the wall and two more white policemen, frisking them.
"Sh'up nigga!!" Charmin grunted back.
"Quiet!" Snapped the other large muscular white officer, frisking him.
----- Oh my god he said nigga!
Slutterella's inner processes became activated at the black man's use of the 'n' word. She turned to see where the voice came from, and immediately felt the need to inhale the essence of his.......muscles into the innermost part of her.....spirit. He was really big and really...really fuckin....packed down there.....and also really...really...really...fuckin black.
Charmin glanced over at Slutterella, examined her cheeks falling out of her skirt as she stood, hands plastered to the wall. Her little coochie was only JUST covered by a thin layer of fabric that appeared to be still kinda wet. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she attempted to hold her head up high in this obviously demoralizing and newly discovered position against the wall. Charmin imagined the nasty little things he could do to that little coochie. He wondered if his whopper of a cock would find satisfaction in a tight little white little twat such as hers. Better yet, he began imagining the money he could make off that little squirty cooch and its neighboring peach....when he suddenly caught Slutterella eyeing him.
Seeing she was caught staring, Slutterella felt the irresistible urge to produce words from her mouth.
"Sooo...," Slutterella began, sensing she and Charmin had a little bit of a private moment there on the street in front of the cops and the public and the whole world, "what are you in for?"
"Oh my god," Charmin said, wincing and shaking his head. He dropped his head back down between his shoulders while the officer finished sifting through his manly junk, which seemed to just leap out at Slutterella from all the way over there!
She pictured his manly junk springing out of his black jeans, relieved to be released from bondage, now moving toward her, and reaching for her pussy, right there while they stood helpless, detained, persecuted, on the very wall of the city her newly-earned taxes had helped build. She wanted to touch herself as she felt her nipples harden against her shirt. She thought of how he'd slip his giant cock right in between her peach tree, and jam it up inside, right there on the wall---
"Haha wow nigga," said the black guy to her immediate left, laughing under his breath and giving looks to the others. "Looks like you gotta cell mate!" and he laughed again.
-----oh my god he said it too?? Wait do they say that all the time? Does that mean that I'm supposed to say it too? I better not. What if I accidentally pronounce the r? But then again how will I ever really be one of them? We are cell mates. We got each other's backs. I think I'm gonna wait to say it until we have a special moment and then....
"Miss, you can go now," said the large white muscular officer.
"What? Oh...so....does that mean....you're not gonna frisk me?"
"No need Miss. You can get on your way."
Slutterella felt a lonely energy inside her soul as she slid her hands down from the wall and made their way to her panty line. She felt the urge to just rip off her little panties and throw them at the officer. Her thumbs went down into the elastic and pulled a little, while she groaned.
-----omg why do I feel this way?? Am I actually disappointed I didn't get frisked? Should I give him my number?
She turned to her ..... homies. They had been through so much together. She didn't expect to have to say goodbye so soon. She looked at Charmin. "It was nice to meet you......Mr. Charmin."
"You too babygirl. You ever git'n any trouble, just ask around for Pimp Charmin. I'm always around."
"Thank you...." Slutterella pouted. Once she was out of earshot, she glanced back and whispered "......my nigga," and touched herself a little. She felt so naughty saying it. It was liberating.
Slutterella teared up and continued home. She would forever remember this moment.
----- he was so strong, yet gentle. He cared for me. He really cared. No one's ever done that before. And why am I only wearing one shoe???
Slutterella looked down, pained by the realization that one of her Girls Elli by Capelli Holographic Mermaid Squad Slide Sandals was missing.
And they were on clearance. For a moment she thought about going back for it. But she actually felt like the universe was telling her she should continue home. And besides, she was turning into an emotional wreck and she didn't wanna have an episode in front of Pimp Charmin and her homies. He was so strong. And big. And black. Just then a clock chimed. And with that, Slutterella just knew from somewhere deep inside she needed to go directly home.
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