Don't read this if you shouldn't be – you know who you are – or if you dislike fetish stories.
Ostensibly Jessica was a hippy. She wore the right 'Mother Earth' garments – the ethnic skirts, flat shoes made from some easily replenishable material, a colourful bag made by Peruvian peasants etc. etc., she went to all of the right rallies and protest camps, and she disdained the evil capitalistic conception of beauty and aesthetic norms – letting her bodily hair grow long and avoiding washing as much as possible.
What most of her ridiculously-named hippy friends didn't know was that Jessica cared little for the environment or spiritual communion with nature. Of course, she wasn't entirely uncaring and unthinking, but the overriding motivation behind her lifestyle was simply that she was a cumhungry slutfreak aroused beyond measure by the sight and smell of hairy, unwashed bodies – whether her own or other peoples.
Today was unusual. For the past two weeks she had been staying at the flat of two dour hardcore vegans – Pippa and Moonbeam – and had been unable to satisfy her usual lustful habits; her two friends thought that any time spent not striving for social change was time wasted. She had, of course, found release; smelling her own stinky panties and vigorously rubbing her stiff clit in the dark, but this had barely satisfied her filthy cravings. Her need had mounted as the days went by, and her body ached for its own special brand of release. She was now half-crazed with need, and this morning stood before her full-length mirror in her minimalist bedroom preparing herself for a day of debauchery.
She could hardly take her hands off her own body as her fingers – as if by their own volition – pulled and pinched her erect nipples and clit. But she managed to find enough willpower to stop distracting herself for a moment and consider her reflection. She was short and curvy – not fat but with a bit of excess weight stored in her prominent tits and arse. She had pale, creamy skin and shortish blonde hair – cut well above shoulder height with sophistication. She had an intelligent-looking face, giving her a curvy, middle-class allure.
Today though, she was anything but sophisticated. Her horniness was leading her to give in to her darkest desires. She stopped looking at herself and rubbed a hand through her sweaty, unwashed armpit, transferring sweaty moisture to her nipples before sucking on her fingers. She felt her pussy spasm in response and knew that she was going to go through with the plan she had been considering all morning. Jessica picked up the pair of nipple clamps that had been lying on her dresser and fingered the serrated edges. They would hurt she knew, but both the pain and the sense of her own sluttish depravity would ensure a constant stream of pussy juice. She gasped and winced as she attached the clips to her long, hard nipples and felt the expected spasming of her pussy. She knew that the clamps would lead her into a state of constant arousal, leading her into filthy situations she might otherwise have avoided and later regretted missing out on. She then picked up the second object, a thick buttplug. She reached into her sweaty pits to scoop out stink moisture and rubbed it on the black plug for lubrication. She then expelled her breath and squatting she easily shoved it up her arse; she indulged in sodomy often enough to feel no pain at the rectal intruder. She straightened up and looked back in the mirror. Her body was covered in a slight sheen of sweat from arousal and anticipation, her lips were parted as she panted slightly at the sensations running through her, and the great tufts of matted blonde hair at her pussy and armpits were glistening from sweaty moisture. She took a deep breath through her nose and shuddered at her own stink; she smelled of unwashed flesh, sweat and pussy juice. It was intoxicating and she pulled down on the chain connecting her nipple clamps as her pussy shuddered and the buttplug gripped her arse. Then, controlling her impulses she pulled on a sleeveless green summer dress and added matching flipflops before leaving her top-floor apartment, awkwardly running down the stairs to get as sweaty as possible.
Jessica stood on the pavement outside the complex that contained her flat unsure whether to go left or right. She knew that she was going to find a sweaty, hairy man but was torn between the large parks near her flat where she would find joggers, or alternatively the building developments where she might find some sweaty builders. In the end she set off for the parks, shuddering in arousal every time a man – and quite a few women – licked their lips and stared at the beautiful, hairy hippy – her wanton sluttishness clearly evidenced by the short dress and, in particular, the clearly visible nipple clamps through her thin cotton dress.
