A sneak peak at my new project… Introducing SLUT: A Serial

This is PART 1 of a new serial that will be released every Friday on my subreddit. You can find and join it here: r/DanieleDeviant

Please be sure to keep an eye out for future installments!

I had decided that it would happen long before that night. I think I may have decided on doing it the moment I met him. It was dirty. It was wrong. But I couldn’t help it. I was smitten.

Alan was much younger than me. He was only nineteen, and I was just about to hit thirty-seven. I worked with his brother, Jeremy, who had been hitting on me since we were in training together. Jeremy was a little punk. It was obvious what he wanted, and he wasn’t much older than Alan.

They both lived at home with their parents. The family was pretty loaded. When they would go out of town Jeremy would throw parties and people from work would always end up going. I didn’t really want to go at first, but the place we lived was small, and there are only so many times you can go to the same bar on a Saturday night. I went that first time and stood next to the back door smoking most of the evening. Cathy had brought some pot and a one-hitter, and that mixed with the Coors Light made Jeremy bearable.

I was taking a long drag and getting ready to leave when Alan walked into the kitchen. He said he was just looking for the soda. He was skinny, visibly shy, and incredibly handsome. I think it was boredom that made me initially start to flirt with him. I hadn’t seen him at the party all night, nor at work, so I was curious who he was.

“Just soda, huh?” I said. My eyes squinted through the smoke. “Not into the hard stuff?”

“I’ll smoke weed every now and then, but I like to keep my head clear.”

He smiled as he opened his soda. He looked like he wanted to walk away, but I kept talking. Surprisingly, he knew a lot. The kid was pretty smart. We talked about Dali. He knew about Kerouac and Capote. He was one of those odd kids. You know the type. Or they were odd when I was young. Now they just seem to exist. Maybe that’s what I liked. Even though he was shy, he seemed more confident the more I spoke with him.

I drove home that night and kept on thinking of him. His hair was kept short and I thought how it would feel in my fingers as he had my clit in his mouth. I hadn’t been that wet while masturbating in a long time. I pinched my nipple while I rubbed myself hard. Alan’s eyes kept shining as I came. They were beautiful.

I didn’t know what to make of it after it was done. The kid was young. While I still did a lot to take care of myself, I would still look into the mirror at times and see those extra lines that weren’t there before. I saw the tired eyes staring back. I was sure some guy that charming would probably have girls his age crawling all over him.

But I kept on thinking of him…

***

Cathy kept asking me, “I thought you hated that Jeremy kid?”

I did hate him, I wanted to say. He annoys the fuck out of me. He is so full of himself, and now that I am always over there he is always trying to fuck me and it’s embarrassing sometimes. But I deal with it. Just like I deal with your fucking questions.

That is what I wanted to say. But I kept it in. It had been weeks since I started taking up Jeremy’s offers to come by more often. I would see his dumb smirk from the front window when I would pull into his parent’s driveway. But my heart would race when he would walk into the living room. My attention would always turn to him. I would stick my tits out and stare at him. I would lick my lips. But he would never hang around too long. I knew that Jeremy probably told him when I wasn’t around to scram when I showed up. I would hang onto those moments dearly at night, though. I couldn’t get Alan out of my head if I tried. He was driving me insane.

***

People would always show up after me. Jeremy never tried to have me alone. Besides his initial advances, he was kind of a coward. It usually consisted of about five of us drinking and listening to music while passing around a wax pen or a pipe. It was the stuff I used to do when I was in my twenties. I didn’t live in a big city. There was some stuff to do, but sometimes it wasn’t as fun as getting hammered at some guy’s house and then getting laid before heading home and getting some Mexican on the way.

Jeremy was really drunk that night. He was drinking some Vodka with Darren, and I had never seen him that twisted before. He was sitting on a lawn chair on the back patio with a cigarette hanging from one hand and a beer cradled against his hip with his other.

“You okay, Jeremy?” I asked.

“Yeah… Yeah,” he said. “Yeah…”

It looked like that was all he could say. I wondered what to do next. Darren didn’t seem that drunk, and he came over and we talked about if we should get him some help or not.

“I know I have seen a bucket under the bathroom sink,” Darren said. “Maybe get that for him, just in case. I’ll stay here with him and make sure he doesn’t fall or anything like that.”

I nodded as I got up. I wasn’t really that drunk, just stoned, and I knew where the bathroom was. I got to the door when I heard a noise coming from across the hall. I looked to the sound and it was a door that was cracked. A blue light was slipping from the slit, and I crept over and peeked in, knowing what was inside before I even did.

He was sitting at his computer. He was watching some videos online in his underwear and a white V-neck. I felt my folds contract and then relax. I took a step back, smoothed out my blouse and jeans, and then I stepped inside.

He didn’t answer my first couple of calls. I took a couple more steps in and noticed he had earbuds in. I tapped him on the shoulder and he let out a cry as he turned in shock. His face showed confusion. I placed a hand on his shoulder and I could feel his body react to my touch, and I kept my hand there, rubbing it lightly.

“I’m… Just watching some videos… With friends…”

He looked so cute while nervous. His eyes were wide and I smiled as I looked over at the screen. I leaned over his shoulder and my breasts began rubbing against him.

“Watching porn?” I asked. I giggled.

“No. Some Tiktoks and some other shit…”

“I wouldn’t judge if you were.”

“Uh, did you need something?”

I thought of his brother then. I knew I should have said something to him. I could have mentioned that his brother was sick and probably needed help. But I also knew that with everyone out there helping him, there was little chance that anyone would walk in here.

“I just wanted to hang out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I really love hanging out with you, Can you tell?”

I moved closer to his ear. I was whispering now.

“Do you love hanging out with me?”

He looked down at the keyboard and started shifting in his chair.

“Yeah, I do like hanging out with you.”

“I didn’t ask that. I asked if you love hanging out with me.”

“Yeah… I love hanging out with you.”

I looked down at his wiggling body and I could see his underwear begin moving. I could see a bulge growing.

“Can I watch one of your videos?”

He leaned forward and hit the spacebar. When he laid back he seemed to rest a bit more into my body. I let out a soft sigh and rested my hand on his forearm as I watched. It was some kids dancing. I could hear the music coming out of his headphones and I started swaying to the beat against his body. I felt him tense and then relax. He was trying to play it cool now. That only made me feel hotter.

“Can you dance like that?” I said.

“No, I’m not that talented.”

“But I bet you are talented at other things. Huh?”

His cock was rising. I could see it now. I’m not even sure if he was trying to hide it. He must have felt it out there, naked in the blue light of the monitor. He didn’t make a move, though. He just stayed frozen with his dick getting longer by the second. I let the silence hang. I knew this was on me now.

I reached down and grabbed him. He opened his legs and let out a moan. I gripped him and was pretty impressed. It grew even bigger in my palm. I stroked him while looking down into his brown eyes. I brushed my hair back with my free hand and leaned forward.

“What’s this here?” I said. “I bet you can do some amazing stuff with this. Can’t you?”

He kept on making louder sounds the more I spoke. He liked it.

“You poor thing. In here all by yourself. With this nice cock of yours… This big cock of yours… Wouldn’t you rather be fucking me?”

He didn’t answer audibly. He grabbed my wrist and elbow and pulled himself into my arm, kissing my bicep and hugging me until I pulled his chin up to my lips and I kissed him. I jerked faster and faster while his lips and tongue met mine.

I turned his computer chair and dropped down to my knees. I put him in my mouth. I gave him long licks. I made sure to lap at every single inch of him. He throbbed against my tongue and I let him rest against my chin and lips while I stroked him. I blew on his wet cock head. I let my tongue dart out and flick against him as fast as I could go before letting it dart back in.

“Someone may come. Someone is going to come and see me with your cock in my mouth.”

I was undoing my blouse and unhooking my bra. He still hadn’t said anything. He just kept moaning and staring at me. He only let out Oh God when his cock slipped between my tits and I began to jerk him off. My mouth found him while he stayed between them. I squeezed around him as they rubbed up and down his length.

“Such a nice, big cock,” I said between slurps. “Such a waste. I spent all that time with the wrong brother. I could never get tired of this one. Think of all the things we could have done with it.”

His cock went into my mouth and then down as far as I could while my tits softened and solidified around him at varying degrees. His hand found the back of my head and he started to press me down, but then stopped himself. I placed my hand on his while it stayed there and helped him push. I took as much of him as I could, but he was so big. He came right then. He shot down my throat and I pulled back to swallow it and then ate him again. He sputtered through grit teeth and swore while he pet my hair and finished in my mouth.

There was some cum that dripped down onto my chest and I made a show for him while I licked that up too. My nails scratched his thighs while I sucked out the last of it from his still hard cock.

I started doing my bra and blouse while he sat back in his chair.

“My brother is gonna kill me,” he said. “He likes you so much… He’s gonna kill me.”

“Then don’t tell him.”

“What do you mean? I can’t keep a secret like that.”

“Sure you can. Don’t you want that again?”

He let his eyes fall to the keyboard again. I smiled as I let my fingers run through his hair. I grabbed the mouse and opened up a notepad on his desktop and then typed in my number.

“I guess if you don’t tell him… Give me a ring?”

I smiled and waved as I walked out the door. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself. My lipstick was a bit smeared and my black hair was a mess. I smoothed it down with a brush I had in my purse and looked at myself in the mirror.

I loved how I looked. I loved the way he tasted on my tongue. I loved the way I felt.

I gave Darren the bucket and looked over Jeremy. He was still going in and out but he wasn’t sick and he seemed to be looking on the up and up. I told everyone goodbye and told them to take care of him. I told them someone should probably let Alan know what’s up. I thought of Alan on the drive home. I hoped he would text or call.

I got home and showered and when I climbed into bed, there was the text.

He can never find out.

To Be Continued…

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