Xkiss Masturbations. A Horny Slut
Title: “Xkiss Masturbations: A Retro Tale of a Horny Slut”
The year was 1985, and the city of Vice was in the grip of a sexual fever that knew no bounds. It was a time of disco balls and polyester pants, ofunrelenting hedonism and unrestrained libidos. At the center of this erotic maelstrom was a woman named Kandi, known far and wide as the ultimate slut.
Kandi was a vision. Blonde hair tied back in a banana clip, crimson lips curved in a perpetual pout, and legs for days, all shown off in a tiny mini skirt and crop top. Her ample bosom threatened to spill out of her skimpy clothes with every breath. No man, or woman, could resist her.
One fateful evening, as the neon lights of Vice flickered in her pupils, Kandi made her way to Kittle’s Bar, a seedy dive renowned for its cheap drinks and even cheaper clientele. She sought a familiar face, one she knew would help scratch her particular itch.
Spotting him in the corner, nursing a whiskey, Kandi sashayed over with a seductive swivel of her hips. “Well, well, if it isn’t VP hillbilly, my favorite bad boy,” she purred, plopping herself down on his lap. The man, known to all as XKiss, smirked, his eyes roaming her scantily clad form.
“Kandi baby, ain’t no other chick got the groove you bring. Y’all ready for a night of sin?” XKiss drawled.
Kandi leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “I’m always ready, baby,” she whispered sultrily.
The two wasted no time, fumbling with each other’s zippers and buttons in the back of XKiss’s pickup truck, a hastily parked distance away. Clothing flew as they tangled together in a sweaty, sloppy mess.
XKiss’s rough hands palmed Kandi’s tits, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples to stiff peaks. Kandi gasped, grinding herself against his hardening cock. “Fuck me, you redneck prick,” she begged, voice dripping with lust. “I need that fat dick splitting me open.”
With a growl, XKiss grabbed her hips and flipped her over, bending her over the center console. Her skirt was shoved up, a lacy thong pulled aside. No foreplay, no gentleness, just a swift thrust of his hips and XKiss was buried balls deep in Kandi’s tight pussy.
“Oh fuck, y’all so tight,” XKiss grunted, slamming into her. “Gonna bust this snatch up.”
“Give it to me harder,” Kandi cried, pushing back into every brutal stroke. “Fucking wreck me!”
Outside the truck, the sounds of their raunchy fuck session echoed through the empty lot. Skin slapped against skin, wet squelches from Kandi’s juicy cunt, grunts and moans and crude dirty talk. It was aural porn.
Just as XKiss was about to explode, beads of sweat dripping down his tanned chest, Kandi called out, “Not in my pussy, baby! I want you to cum all over these slutty titties!”
With a roar, XKiss pulled out, thick ropes of jizz spurting from his cock to paint Kandi’s heaving tits with pearly essence. She moaned, milking his dick, squeezing out every last drop.
“Mmmm, such a tasty treat,” Kandi sighed, licking her lips as she scooped up XKiss’s semen. “My favorite.”
After a quick cleanup, the horny duo started their engine and peeled out onto the dark streets. They had a lustful agenda to fulfill, a reputation to uphold. Tonight, Vice was their oyster.
The night passed in a blur of raunchy encounters and bawdy adventures. Kandi sucked off XKiss’s buddies in seedy restrooms, letting them use her mouth as their personal whore. She bent over backward and took it rough in dark alleys, dirty talk coming from her painted lips as she begged for more. No pussy or cock was safe from her lecherous leer, no depraved act too far.
By dawn’s light, Kandi and XKiss were sprawled naked across his unmade bed, a sweaty tangle of quivering limbs and sated lust. Their fingers interlocked, Kandi laid her head on XKiss’s broad chest and sighed dreamily. “That was one hell of a night, baby.”
“You ain’t never been no better than when you’re bustin’ nuts and suckin’ dicks,” XKiss replied, kissing her temple.
“That’s why they call me the ultimate slut,” Kandi giggled, absently stroking his flaccid cock. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
In the retro, neon-bathed world of Vice, Kandi’s horny exploits were the stuff of legend. She was the mayor’s wet dream, the town bicycle, the cum dumpster. And she fucking loved every minute of it. Kandi was a slut, through and through. And no one, not even in the debauched city of Vice, could tame her primal urges.
Looking back, it’s easy to romanticize the era, to wax poetic about the carefreeuré of it all. But the truth is, Kandi’s wild antics were more than just a sexy dance. She was a revolutionary, an agent of chaos, bringing orgasms and ecstasy wherever she went. And for that, the slut in her deserves our eternal worship.
So here’s to you, Kandi. The ultimate slut, the king of kink, the queen of cock. In a world of vanilla, you showed us the dark delights of repercussion. And for that, we should all bend the knee. The slut is glorious, so raise your glasses in a toast. To Kandi, and all the shades of filth she brings to the table. May her debaucheries be as eternal as the neon lights of Vice.
