A Slutfuckers Purpose

This is fiction and all characters are 18+

The whore was sitting in her living room just doing nothing for the day.

She probably was on her way to make lunch but she was lazy, he knew she was lazy, she probably wouldn't get up to get it for hours. She just kept snacking on the chocolate she had by her spot laying on the couch.

He had been watching her for so long.

He knew she was a slut.

He had this ability to sense when there was a slut nearby and nothing frustrated him more than a slut who was ignoring who she was.

Their slutty energy would get so pent up that it would be intoxicating as he walked by, it would completely fill his mind, he couldn't focus on anything else as long as that sluts energy was so strong. He supposed for a moment he should feel sorry for her, she's a slut and she hasn't been having any sex, she must be deeply unfulfilled. But he didn't care if she was bothered because all he could think about was how she ruined his day.

He would be a patient slutfucker, give them chances to get their energy to dissipate, but when he walked by the same slut who had ever increasing slut energy day to day and she wasn't even wearing a mini skirt? It was like she wasn't even trying to get fucked, and that pissed him off.

In his quiet moments he would be ashamed of his behaviour, he knew he should do better, he knew that the world was full of a lot of guys that probably convinced these women that there wasn't a single man anywhere around who could fuck them while still respecting them. That's the idiocy of a lot of guys he had met, they couldn't imagine fucking a woman and seeing her as anything other than fuck meat. So it probably wasn't her fault that she wasn't trying to get laid, wasn't her fault she had that much slut energy built up with no release. But he couldn't ignore it any longer.

He had watched her for days, hoping to find some way to push her towards the slut life she clearly needed. But days went by and he didn't even see her watch porn. He wasn't even sure she owned a dildo!!

Some things, you just can't let stand.

He waited until midnight, she still hadn't fallen asleep, what was this girls problem? She can't even sleep at night? He paused to stop himself from wondering why. He didn't want to know. But he wanted to solve this problem, by any means necessary. If her energy got pent up even more, she might attract a slutfucker who wouldn't be as nice as him.

This man's name was Jim, he was a slutfucker, but he wasn't like other slutfuckers, those guys, they didn't care if who they were fucking was a slut, they didn't have any humanity in them. They completely lost touch with who they were hundreds of years ago, their purpose. Their job involved sex but it wasn't supposed to be just to please them, it was supposed to be to service any sluts who for any reason had been unable to get the sex they needed by regular means. This world is full of sluts, and in his culture, before it was ruined, they were to be honoured. Sluts were some of the most powerful women, with the most passion and energy, energy that could change worlds. But not this one. Centuries ago some rogue slutfuckers decided they didn't like how things were, they wanted power, so they killed all of the sluts they had been fucking, raped the rest of the women, and took control.

Jim, he didn't want any part of that legacy. He still knew sluts should be honoured. But the power they had over him to distract him to cloud his mind was something that really bothered him. And he wasn't the most likeable guy. He still raped women, but he had an ounce of a moral compass compared to the rest of his people.

It was 3am and she finally fell asleep. Netflix still playing on her phone beside her. He crept through the window and gazed at her, at least she had the good sense to sleep without clothing on, just a blanket by the looks of it. Her energy was intoxicating his cock was hard and his body was tingling just being in her presence. Maybe, no. She couldn't be. But, it was possible, that she might have been descended from some of the great sluts centuries ago.

He fixed her blanket (removed it) and spread open her legs before he walked around the house looking for some information. He found a drawer that had some photos of her and a birth certificate, but he stopped when he saw a photo of her mother. She was clearly a slut, had clearly embraced it more than her daughter had too. Slutfuckers have a unique ability to know if a slut is wearing any underwear, and this photo, it was taken in fall, outside, looked like a windy day from the trees in the photo, she was wearing a short skirt, and he knew there was no underwear underneath. Images came to his mind of what it would have been like to pull her onto his cock behind one of those trees. Fuck her mercilessly, pull her hair, grab her throat, her tits... he was losing himself. He was here for a reason. He wanted to know more about that mother, but he had to take care of the slut in the other room.

Suddenly her energy didn't seem quite so horny compared to her mom, but he would still enjoy what he had to do anyway.

Since it was her first time he sprayed a special kind of sedative over her, it wouldn't stop her from waking up, or even make her sleepy, but it would keep her calm when she realized what was happening to her.

He lit the candle by her bed, touched her skin gently, finding it cold. When he gently moved himself over her on the bed he pulled the blanket back over them, she didn't need to be on display when she was already being serviced.

Slowly, and gently, he snuck himself over her body, her nipples hard from the cold, he started by warming them up with his mouth.

He noticed she was starting to stir so he held his hand over her throat, squeezing it as needed to keep her from squirming, or talking. He knew she liked it, he could feel that she liked it. She squirmed more the harder he grabbed her throat. This whore likes breath play does she? He grinned and squeezed as hard as he could without choking her, this would lead to the best orgasm of her life.

He calmly undid his zipper and placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Like a good slut she was sopping wet. Normally he wouldn't take off his pants, he wouldn't bother, but he wanted to feel this whores warm cunt on his body as he thrust into her. Her skin was so soft and tantalizing. He couldn't resist. Still holding her down by the throat, watching her pussy get wetter he slipped his pants and underwear down past his knees and slid his cock slowly into her wet and hot cunt. The warmth was like hot chocolate on a cold day or a fireplace in winter. It was delicious as he slid into that tight hot wet hole.

Sliding back and forth into her pussy he could feel her orgasm coming, the breath play put her pretty close before he had done anything and now his thick cock was just rubbing her inside in all the right ways, hitting spots she didn't know existed.

She had woken up to a fantasy coming to life, for whatever reason she didn't panic, she just enjoyed the most thorough pleasure she had maybe ever experienced. Only a very small part of her wanted to resist at all, mostly, she just succumbed to the pleasure. Like a sex dream she never wanted to end. It had been a cold night but slowly she wasn't feeling cold at all.

Her orgasm built and built as he rocked back and forth inside her, slowly losing more and more oxygen as he choked away her breath. The warmth welled inside her as the suffocation increased her ecstasy, and right before she was at the height of her ecstasy from his choking he released her, held her close and kissed her deeper than anyone had ever kissed her. He hammered his cock into her harder now drilling pleasure into every sweet spot she could have imagined. Grabbing onto him and pulling him close barely able to catch a breath from all of the pleasure it felt like all of the incredible slutty energy was being released from her, pulled out of her with every orgasmic thrust. Nearly frozen in ecstasy she couldn't even move and all she wanted to beg him to do was to fuck her harder, push her over every edge until she couldn't take it and farther. And like he read her mind he mauled her tits and sucked her neck like it was the last meal he ever ate. He reached down with one hand to rub her clit with it as he pounded her as hard as he possibly could over and over hard enough that the bed could break and as she was about to scream in pleasure he put his mouth over hers and kissed her while she screamed in the best orgasm of her life. He didn't stop, he wouldn't stop. He was enjoying this slut more than any he had before, he wanted to never stop fucking her, even invite some of his worse slutfuckers to put their cocks in her he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. But the more pleasure a slutfucker felt, the more stamina he gets to keep fucking. Her screaming orgasm only pushed him further and further to fuck her like a jackhammer. It was like her mind had broken from the pleasure and her screams stopped having any sound to them, she needed more too.

The most incredible pairing of slutfucker and slut. She had no idea how much she just freed her spirit for it's true purpose in life. And when she finally collapsed after hours of Jim's jackhammering into her tight little whore pussy. She felt a power inside her she didn't realize was there.

She slept while he continued to fuck her pussy with all of the energy she had released on him. Not daring to impregnate her without her permission, as he was running out of energy he grabbed her passed out head, planted his cock as deep in her throat as he could, and as he was about to blow his load into her throat the choking brought up some pleasure in her again and he brutally fucked her face for 20 minutes before exploding cum down her little whores throat. He couldn't help but leave his mark on her, he moved down towards her pussy. Licked it clean, tasting her wetness and then just above her pussy he left a bite mark just for her. It would probably bruise by morning, and any man that had her after would know he had her first. He slept on the bed at her feet, knowing the respect she deserved. While he had fucked many sluts before, this was now the slut he was devoted to, he had never imagined finding a slut like this, one he felt right to serve. He didn't know if he would go home after this, or what his life would be now, but he knew he could never be the same. His grumpy demeanour already lifted knowing he was now serving a purpose. He wasn't exactly about to turn into a kind man. But he now knew what he was there for. He had been searching for that for a long time, and would forever be grateful for the slut that gave that to him.