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Ava Awakens Her Inner Slut Ch. 02

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It felt like a mix of reality and fantasy. 

My thoughts drifted as I drove my small beat up Nisson truck towards Las Angelas. 

The opposite direction of my college. Was I really dropping out of school? 

When I told my parents the news, my mom flipped out. I think my father was a little relieved. I had a scholarship. The school loans I knew were a financial burden on both of us.  

“What the fuck are you going to do with your life, Ava? You’re throwing all your hard work away.” My mom bluntly responded. 

It was so much pressure through high-school. Getting high marks in all my classes. Taking advanced placement classes. Being on the school council, playing sports and the extracurricular activities that were supposed to help me get into the college of my choice.

College was more pressure. To keep my grades up to maintain my scholarships. 

The world sped by as I drove deep into my thoughts. 

I didn’t have an answer for my mom. I just wanted to stop thinking.

I’ve become so fucking tired of trying to be a girl boss. 

Fighting with my mom, I wanted to ask her what being an ambitious woman has done for her? In my eyes, it looked like she and my dad were miserable.

Both working all the time. Putting their careers over family and life. They didn’t even look like they loved each other anymore. 

I understand the financial component but there had to be a better way? My mom is intelligent but cold, and a prude. 

“I don’t know what fuck I am going to do mom!” I screamed. 

“I’m going to stop thinking for a little while. I’m going to LA to meet one of the top talent agents. He will help me find promotional work. I’m just going to have fun for fucking once mom! Do you remember what fun is?” 

My mom yelled back at me “So you are just going to be a bimbo promo girl Ava? That is your big new life plan?” 

I was so pissed, I couldn’t handle this conversation.

“Yes, mom I am nineteen, and I am hot! If I don’t want to go to college I don’t have to. Yes, I am going to be a bimbo promo girl! I don’t give a fuck anymore!”  

That was the end of the conversation. Well, not the very end. When I was leaving wearing my tight mini dress, I clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. 

My mom’s last comment to me was. “You look like a slut Ava, just like your friend Ciara. I hope you are happy!” 

I didn’t answer her. I was happy. My BFF Ciara is the smartest girl I have ever known. She is the happiest I’ve ever seen her and Ciara is fucking her mom’s boyfriend and whoever else she wants. 

I just wanted to scream at my mom, call her a prude. Ask her when the last time she even had sex with my dad was? 

I held it all back.  

See, I grew up believing that I had to prove how smart I am to everyone. My mom wouldn’t allow me to wear revealing or tight clothes. She would tell me people wouldn’t take me seriously. We couldn’t even talk about sex in our house.

I was denying my feminity trying to compete with men. Fuck that! I was tired of trying to compete. I desire men and want to pleasure them with my body and how I dress. 

It was Matt who put me in touch with Mr. Barrett in Las Angelas. Mr. Barrett is a talent agent and owns a promotional company and several other businesses. Also, a business partner with Matt. 

Matt assured me Mr. Barrett can help me with my financial goals and if I follow his direction I would never worry about money. He would help free me from worrying about society’s constraints or perception of me. 

That is true female power.

My dad was being supportive and gave me some cash, and a big hug before I left.

“I love you Ava and always will.” He told me. 

“I know, thank you dad, I love you too, I wish mom wasn’t such a prude.” I said as I gave him a big hug. 

“She is just protective of you Ava and wants the best for you. Don’t worry, she loves you too. You drive safe okay?” 

“I will dad.” 

I was so happy to have my dad’s support. Happy to feel free, driving away from everything on my own. 

The miles ticked away on my drive. I stopped thinking about my mom and dad. My body felt nervously excited. The phone conversation with Mr. Barrett just two days prior was fresh in my mind. 

“Hi Ava, this is Mr. Barrett.” His voice was deep and husky. 

“My understanding is you are a sexy nineteen-year-old girl dropping out of school and need my help. A man to help you financially get on your feet. Let’s say sponsor you. Help you with everything you need to bloom as a sexual female. Is that about correct? 

I chewed on one of my fingernails. “That is about right, yes Mr. Barrett.” 

Mr. Barrett cut me off. “You can call me Sir.” 

I repeated myself. “That is about right, Sir.” 

“Is it true Ava that you have little tits and one of your goals to wanting to meet me is to help you make enough money because you feel you would be sexier if they were bigger?” 

I felt humiliated him calling out that I have little tits. What did Matt tell him? 

It also turned me on bursa escort how he talked so direct to me. I couldn’t lie to him. 

“Yes Sir, that is true.” 

What’s that Ava? 

I giggled “That I have small tits and my goal of seeing you is to help me make enough money so I can get a boob job.” 

“Okay Ava, you sound like a sweet girl. I also trust that Matt is looking out for both yours and my best interest in connecting us. I will help you little girl but you will have to prove your usefulness. Do you understand? 

My pussy was getting wet. What’s that mean prove your usefulness? Again I was thinking. I pushed away my thoughts and fears and focused only on my feelings and senses. 

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” 

“Great Ava. I’m happy to invite you to stay a week at my house. I have a guest room for you. We will go over career opportunities while you are here and try to get a job contract signed so you are making money. I’ll also introduce you to the best plastic surgeon in LA.” 

He paused.

“But princess I will not finance your surgery. That you will do on your own. We will start your training immediately. Before you go to bed tonight, I want you to send me two naked selfies. One including those tits and one of your ass. Is that clear and agreeable Ava?” 

My heart was pulsing, I felt like I was in heat. “Yes, Sir, thank your for this opportunity.” 

A click sound and the phone went dead. 

After the call ended I just threw my body back onto my bed. “Oh, my fucking god!” I covered my face in disbelief. 

My hands drifted down and under my shorts, feeling my aroused pussy. So turned on talking to this man I have not met. Agreeing to go stay with him. 

In bed that evening I googled on my phone. “Best in bed naked selfies.” Pages of ideas came up. I chose a couple to copy I liked.

The next hour I spent showering and shaving all my body hair, doing my make-up and hair. 

Knowing I was taking naked pictures of myself to send to a man. 

The first was a sexy mirror selfie. 

I took several of my naked front. Changing my body position, pushing my hips out, my chest out, tilting my head and changing facial expressions. Finally, I took one I kind of liked. Still not helping but feeling my tits were a major flaw. 

The second was a booty shot. Men have always complemented me on my ass. It is my best feature. Laying flat on my stomach on the bed I lifted my hips up to get an over-the-shoulder view of my naked ass. It was super hot, and I loved how it came out. 

I then took a last picture. Me laying down on my bed looking up at the camera. This one was a closeup of my face that also showed my naked tits. 

Taking a deep breath. I sent all three images to Mr. Barrett with a flirty text “Talking to you Sir was the highlight of my day ;).” 

The text brought a smile to Mr. Barrett’s face and caused his cock to twitch in his pants. Ava was stunning. Skinnier than he had imagined, fit. Her narrow waist and wider hips, the perfect curve. Young, beautiful face, hazel eyes and very light brown hair. Perky youthful tits. He shook his head. “Wow!” 

He handed the phone to his friend he was out having drinks with. “Look at this piece of hot ass.”

“Damn Dan! That young girl has a perfect sexy little body. I’d fuck the shit out of her.”  

Mr. Barrett laughed and patted his friend on the back. “That is my plan Eric.”

I looked down at the new message. “You have outdone yourself princess, absolutely stunning. Can’t wait to slap that sexy ass!” 

It caused me to giggle out loud and blush. I typed back “I’m wiggling it in the air for you right now, sir.” 

His reply came back fast. “Such a tease. Are you ready for your next assignment?” 

His text caused my body to shake. Don’t think Ava, I told myself. “I am Sir.” I typed. 

“Good girl. I want you to post the picture of your backside on your Instagram account and the sexy one of your face. Make sure you crop the face shot so your nipples are not in it. I want you to caption it: Dreaming of new beginnings.”

Fuck me! Is he serious? My heart was pounding through my chest. I typed back “All my friends and family will see it.” 

My phone alerted me I had a message. “They will see how hot and sexy you are. Your first rule. Don’t question me, just do.” 

I got on my Instagram account. I brought up the two images captioning the post as told: Dreaming of new beginnings. 

It felt so naughty. All of my post were pretty much G rated compared to these. Innocent pictures of me and my friends. I breathed hard and hit share. 

I then texted Mr. Barret back “done, Sir.” 

“Such a good obedient princess. It should excite you and feel satisfying showing yourself off to the world. I want you at my place Saturday. Wear a sexy dress, heels, no bra and no panties. Bring nothing else except a small makeup bag.”   

It felt so good I pleased him. Him calling me princess made me smile. It was such an adrenaline rush posting my pictures to the public. 

All bursa escort bayan the likes and positive comments about how hot I looked made me feel sexy. I instantly had more people follow me too. When I woke up in the morning, It blew me away. The post had over a hundred likes. 

Even my college boyfriend who I just broke up with, the same guy who texted me and called me a bitch had commented with four emoji flames.  

My confidence was high. I felt sexy. 

Although I wore panties when I left the house I immediately took them off in the truck. My pussy dripping. Dreaming of a new beginning. The arousal was constant, my pussy just stayed wet. 

It was a long drive. As I pulled into Mr. Barretts driveway an electronic front gate stopped me. Looking up at the cameras I was buzzed in. Followed the driveway up to the most amazing house I have ever seen. On an enormous property, modern, large windows, with a view of the ocean. To me it was a mansion. 

Parking my beater Nissan truck. I felt out of place. Like I didn’t belong here. So nervous. Before getting out of the truck to go inside, I took a deep breath. I was panicking. I don’t even know this guy. 

At the door in my little black dress and black heels. 

The door swung open “Ava, welcome.” He stepped back to look at me. 

“More stunning in person.” Mr. Barrette took my hand leading me inside. He brought me close to his body and leaned in to kiss me. 

He wasn’t what I expected. 

I turned my head, and his lips landed on my cheek. 

Violently he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. “Oh princess, we both know why you are here don’t we?” 

I whimpered, and tears formed in my eyes. 

“Let’s help with this situation Ava. You are here to be useful so you can get all the pleasures in life. The only thing you have useful to me is your body. Do you understand?” 

I’m not sure why I was reacting the way I was. My mind just freaked out. I was in a short dress with no bra or panties. My mind flashed back to the naughty texts I sent him. I knew why I was there. 

“Yes, Sir. I understand, I’m sorry. My mind just freaked out. Please forgive me” I relaxed, and he eased his grip on me still holding me tight. His strength made me feel small in his arms. His control made me feel safe with him. Made me want him. 

“I understand this is something you have never done princess. Soon you will stop thinking. You will know your thoughts are always wrong and your feelings are always right.”

He paused and looked at me. 

Let’s play a little game. Green light means we move forward, Yellow light means we slow down. Red light means we are done and you get back in your little truck and leave.” He caressed my thigh with his other hand as he spoke. 

“What light is this?” 

I breathed “Green”. 

He moved his hands up my body and over my breast, massaging them and rubbing my nipples, “and now?” 

“Green.” I breathed in arousal.  

His hands continued down my dress. I let it. Pulling up the hem and cupping my bare ass cheeks. 

I whispered. “Green.” 

He was now rubbing his fingers over my wet clit. His eyes scanning over my body taking all of me in. His desire for me burning. 

His fingers pushed inside my pussy from behind and I ground my ass back against him. I could feel his cock harden against my body through his jeans. He felt big. 

I moaned as his fingers worked in and out of my pussy. 

“You understand what you’ve gotten yourself into Ava,” he said as he continued to fuck me with his hand. 

“Yes Sir!” I said in a needy voice not wanting him to stop. 

“This is a consensual relationship. I will use your sexy body for pleasure whenever I want. When I am done, sex will be what you care about the most. You will give men confident to make an advance on you the green light.” Is that correct princess? “

“Yes, sir. Yes, that is what I want.” 

“When I’m done with you, the best of men will only fuck you Ava. Most men are afraid of beautiful women, all except the most confident.” Mr. Barrette whispered in my ear.  

His words brought tears to my eyes. As he continued to aggressively finger fuck my pussy. 

“Why are you crying my princess?” 

I looked at him in the eyes. “Because Sir, I thought I fucked it up how I reacted when I arrived. I was afraid. You are all I have thought about every minute since you called me. All I have wanted since I heard your voice is you! I left my whole life behind me because I trust you.” My emotions let it all out. I needed this man, I wanted him. 

I touched my lips to his. Then I leaned against him harder and his lips pressed back into mine. Our lips parted, and he slowly pushed his tongue into my mouth. Mine darted to meet his. 

It was a perfect kiss. Our tongues in perfect sync. His hand caressed my face and back down my body. He grasped my ass and pulled me to his body so I could feel his hard cock grind into me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth wanting all of him. 

I escort bursa wanted to fuck him so bad. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his thick, rock-hard cock. It made me gasp, the thickness. I could not even wrap my hands around it. 

“This is the only reward you care about, Ava. See how hard you’ve made me?” he continued, “you want to be my slut right Ava?”

Staring into his eyes. “Yes.”

With that he pushed my head down. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. I enthusiastically sucked his cock. 

I moved my head up and down on it, while holding his heavy thick cock with both my hands. I pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth. The thickness, the warmth of his flesh and how hard he was for me. It made me eager to take him as far down my throat as I could. 

My gag reflex let me down. I choked jerking back gasping for air. 

Mr. Barrett laughed. “Oh, my little slut you will suck me until you can deep-throat my cock. You are going to be sucking my cock a lot this week.”

He took his cock out of mouth and slapped it across my face twice.

“You want my cock, you little slut?” I looked up at him and nodded. He wasn’t satisfied. “How bad do you want my cock?”

“Please let me suck you cock sir,” I said.

“Good princess”, he responded placing his cock back into my open mouth and pulling my head roughly into him. He pushed his hips and worked a little more of his cock into my throat.

My eyes watered. 

“Calm my princess and breath. Focus on my pleasure and relax. Don’t think, just let your body do the work.”

He held me tight for what felt like an eternity. Saliva leaked out of my mouth and my nose. As I breathed and grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock down my throat, he slowly pulled out of my mouth. Then pushed back in deeper. 

He took his time, doing this again and again. He then held my head tight and eased the length of his immense cock firmly down my throat until my nose touched his body. I almost orgasms right there. 

Pulling out. He let me regain my breath then he immediately pushed himself all the way in. 

In an out faster and faster until he was face fucking me. His balls slapped into my chin. My face was a mess with saliva and tears. He grabbed my left nipple and twisted it hard. 

His grunting became louder and louder until he grabbed my head with both hands. “Fuuuuck…” he exhaled as he started to cum in my mouth. 

I moaned, slurping his seed down with eagerness, the fresh taste of his load.

Pulling out he continued to cum on my face and on my dress. It felt warm on my skin and I put my tongue out so I could have more of his sweet cum in my mouth.  

My pussy was on fire, ready to be fucked. 

I would not yet get that reward. He looked at me. Placed his hand on my face and caressed it taking some of the cum on his thumb and pushing it in my mouth. 

“That was fantastic princess. Get up and straighten yourself up.”

On my feet, I pulled my dress back down and straightened it out so it covered my tits and my ass.  

Give me your phone princess. Mr. Barrett demanded. 

I didn’t think at all. I reached into my purse and handed it to him. He instructed me to pose for a picture. 

“No, not like that princess. Every time you are on camera I want you to seduce it. Be flirty and sexy.” Mr. Barrett directed me. 

I smiled pushing out my chest and my ass, arching my back to where it was almost painful. I placed a fingertip to my lips. 

“Yes, perfect princess! Now I want you to post it on your social media accounts. I want you to take pictures and short videos every day of you seducing the camera and post them. Every caption should be flirty and have a sexual innuendo to it. For example, you can caption this post; My new life taste so good.” 

I giggled and bit my finger nail. “I like that.” 

I didn’t think about the cum on me. I just posted it. 

“Let me show you the house and your room.” Said Mr. Barrett. 

My black heels clicked on the stone flooring. I admired the tall ceilings and the large rooms. 

The kitchen, massive with granite countertops, all chrome appliances, a bar and dining table. 

Next he showed me the outside.

Luxurious with an infinity pool that appeared to go right into the ocean, a hot tub, outdoor bar and entertainment area. 

He poured us a glass of wine each and we made small talk out in the daylight.

“We will spend most of the day tomorrow by the pool relaxing. I have a busy day of appointments scheduled for Monday.” Mr. Barrett had his hand on my lower back as he spoke to me. 

“Sounds wonderful Sir.” I said as I took in his appearance.

He wasn’t what I expected. I was expecting a grade A model type. Mr. Barrett is not conventually attractive but his confidence and assertiveness makes him so hot. When he held me I felt his strength, his hard, powerful body. His deep voice and how he talks to me just makes my pussy wet. 

I admired how simply dressed but fashionable he is, wearing designer jeans, slip on leather shoes and a basic black t-shirt. Mr. Barrett is all man. 

I looked up to him and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you, Mr. Barrett for inviting me to stay with you.” I said wanting to make sure he knew I appreciated what he was doing for me.  

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