Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Her lips dropped open in shock, but something about the fullness of her mouth, the glint in her eyes, it all made it more seductive than intended, even as she shook her head and that full head of curly hair bounced against her high cheekbones. “That is not appropriate language, Chris.”

  With a shrug of those bare, glistening shoulders he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “Was it appropriate language last month when I saw you in this office with the owner?” he said, and with a press of the screen he started a video playing that was all too familiar.

  In it she could see herself on her knees, sucking on the owner’s cock as the moaning man knotted his fingers in her curls and spoke so filthily. “That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock. Suck it good,” he said in that deep voice she was so familiar with.

  “Seems to me you don’t mind that kinda language, Roxy,” Chris remarked to her, the office door wide open, and even though it lay high above the floor of the warehouse, secluded from everything else, she felt particularly vulnerable there to being overheard.

  She stood up from her desk, snatching for the phone only for him to yank it away. “Give me that!”

  Smiling still, he tucked the phone into his back pocket again. “Don’t worry, I got it saved at home too,” he explained, rolling his shoulders and seeming to relax himself more as he sat upon the corner of her desk. “Now, are you gonna bend over this desk as I shut the door and blinds, or am I gonna have to let that video slip? What’s it gonna be, Roxy? I mean… I tried to play this nice, offered to take you out for a date.” He gave her a look-over, those bright blue eyes of his so obviously eating up her curvaceous form.

  Her dark eyes were wide as she stared at him with disbelief. “Listen, you don’t understand,” she pleaded, walking around his desk and towards him, her knees shaking so hard that she was having trouble walking in her high heels that were probably two inches too tall for a workplace. “It’s not what it looks like.”

  Chris never stopped looking her over, appreciating the way her calves were shaped as she walked over to him, or how her short skirt clung to her shapely rear. “Well, it’s not so much what I would think, right? I mean, I saw it, and I still wanted to date you, right, Roxy?” he said with such a sweet-looking smile, those peached lips stretched wide. “But what about the folks in the office? Or hey, the owner’s wife! I mean… once she finds out he’ll have no choice but to let you go…”

  “You wouldn’t!” It felt like all of the air had been sucked from her lungs, and her hand fluttered to the open collar of her translucent, white blouse. She fidgeted, looking to the open door and quickly moving to close it.

  “Listen, Chris,” she started in, but what could she say? She needed this job. She’d gotten too accustomed to living off a manager’s salary, and she liked working here. It was good, honest work that managed to pay for a few designer pieces along with her small but gorgeous apartment.

  “Maybe we could go out, talk this over, okay?” she pleaded. She had the better part of a decade on him, but she felt like she was so much younger with how strange her voice sounded.

  “Yeah,” he said to that, and so casually reached out to grab her ass. That strong worker’s hand of his sinking into her soft, yet supple, flesh, making it swell between his long, slender fingers. “We’ll do that date, right? But first,” he said as he stood up, towering back over her again, but standing so close she could smell his musk and the sweat of his labour. “First, you’re gonna bend over this desk, because you owe me an apology for your rude refusal.”

  How was he so tall? With her heels she almost always was equal height to most men, taller than some. But she felt overshadowed by the young man, and had to wonder if it was her mind playing tricks on her. Making him seem so much bigger than life.

  “I wasn’t rude, Chris,” she rebuffed, taking a step away as she tried to slap his wrist. “But I can’t sleep with my employees. What I did... that was... wrong of me.”

  So why are you breathing so fast? And why is your body tingling with anticipation? she asked herself, but she didn’t have an answer.

  The insistent young man didn’t let her remove his hand, and instead he wrapped his other arm about her too. He pulled her in against his hard chest, let her hefty bosoms smush against his firm muscles as he looked into her eyes. “C’mon,” he said to her in a low, lust-laden voice, “I know you want me. Now you be a good lil’ bimbo slut, I’m bein’ real nice to you because I like you, Roxy. But I ain’t the most patient man.”

  “Stop this, Chris,” she commanded, but that tone lacked oomph. Her heart raced and it was like he was surrounding her, smothering her body with his, and it felt so good. It’d been too long for her, but then, a week was too long. Still, she was trying to control herself, her urges.

  Sex had become an addiction to her, and she’d gone from man to man, never finding one that could satisfy her for long. She was a serial monogamist for a while before she just turned to dating ads. Then, after a horrifying encounter, she’d quit.

  Cold turkey.

  Well, almost.

  “C’mon, Roxy,” he said insistently, and he switched their positions, pushing her round ass up against the top of the desk as he pressed her knees apart with his own. Those strong hands of his slid down to her hips, then over the short length of her skirt to her bare thighs before sliding up in under the fabric. “I don’t wanna get you fired. I love every opportunity I get to check out that ass. These big beautiful tits of yours, nearly popping out of your blouse,” he said with such supreme relish, even as his fingers curled into her panties and began to tug them downwards.

  “Holy fuck, Chris,” she hissed, but it didn’t sound all mad. In fact, the more he took control, the crueler and nastier he got, the more she noticed the way her body responded to it. Her head felt clouded by lust, but still she tried to fight his hands off, her ass grinding against the desk. “Someone could walk in at any second!”

  Why didn’t she lock the damn door? Why did she think she could handle this?

  Instead of addressing her worries, he silenced them with his peachy lips pressed to her painted ones, that moist tongue of his so hot as it penetrated her mouth, swirling about and tasting her as he slipped her panties down to her ankles and left them there. He didn’t ease up on her, didn’t heed her words.he simply grabbed hold of her thigh and reached up, beginning to pluck open her buttons on her top as he went for her breasts next.

  Things felt like they were moving in slow motion and yet so very, very fast. She could barely respond to one motion before he was on to another, his hands and hips and mouth all devouring her in tandem.

  She tried to push his chest away, but when she felt the bare skin, the bristly hairs beneath her palms, she got distracted.

  “Chris, please,” she murmured.

  Her blouse was open, and immediately she felt his hands working the clasp of her bra. With a smack of their lips he tugged the garment open and let her ample bust spill out to slap heavily against her chest. “I’m done headin’ to the washroom to rub one out because your slutty ass saunters on by, Roxy,” he said in a gravelly voice as he pushed her back and grabbed a breast.

  How had he unbuttoned her and unclasped her so easily? So quickly?

  It was if she was standing still as time sped by her, leaving her confused and in its wake.

  Her body, though, seemed to know precisely what was happening and her dark areola and nipple hardened into his hand. She was so eager for touch, yet her dark eyes were filled with pleading. “Not here.”

  “Too late,” was all she heard from him as he kissed, bit, and suckled his way down her neck, that strong hand of his squeezing and kneading her breast. She could feel each digit sink into those thick mounds, the peachy skin enveloped in her chocolatey tit flesh.

  He was ravenous for her, so strong and moving so fast. She could hear his belt buckle, then feel his jeans lower as a thick, veiny cock popped free of its confines. He was a tall man, and with a big cock t
hat smeared its precum against her inner thigh as he throbbed between her knees.

  She wanted to scream “no,” to shove him away and hit him. To punish him for being so cruel to her.

  But there was a stronger part of her that didn’t want to lose this moment, in all its fucked-up glory. The way his body felt, the need she had between her legs, it was all so damn... good. She needed this. She needed him.

  “Chris,” she gasped, his cock throbbing against her damp skin, and she shifted towards it, rather than away from it. “We can’t do this. You’re my subordinate!”

  “Not anymore,” he bit back, and she felt his fingers grip her thick curls and tug her head back roughly. “You’re my little fuckslit, Roxy,” he growled to her, feeling him lift one of her thighs as he pushed in between them, his hips rubbing against her smooth flesh. “You’re gonna be my little cum Dumpster from now on. Each and every day we got work.”

  With a twist of his fingers in her hair, he reiterated sharply as she felt that throbbing manhood brush against her labia, “A man needs to keep his mind clear to focus. And you’re just the cock sleeve to make it happen, aren’t ya, Roxy?”

  Oh god. He was being such a douchebag, but she couldn’t help how horny his words made her. The promise of an available, beautiful stud waiting for her every morning, ready and willing and eager for her body was what she wanted. It was like her cocaine, and her heart was pounding just thinking of it, even as she pushed his chest again. It made his fingers tug her curly, natural hair harder and sharp little stabbing sensations went through her, but she didn’t care.

  She couldn’t succumb to this. To him!

  “Stop this right now!”

  The words were barely finished when he bit into her neck and thrust his cock up into her all at once. That throbbing peachy shaft shoved into her slick quim, letting her honeyed canal grip about him so tight as he buried his length to the hilt within her.

  A low, growling groan rumbled out of his chest as he lodged himself there, and she could feel him twitch and spasm with his desire. “You’re mine now, Roxy,” he said just a moment before he tugged back his hard ass and then thrust into her again.

  “I’m not on the pill!” she nearly screeched. It was, after all, why she was giving her boss head.

  She’d decided to get off it to give her extra incentive to stay professional. To give sex a break while she got her lusts under control.

  It didn’t seem it was working well, considering how tightly she was gripping him, her dark flesh so welcoming of his toned body. He was gorgeous and cruel, and she knew this was blackmail, but somewhere along the lines her body had decided it didn’t care.

  The next thrust came harder, more brutal than the last, and it jarred her body as the wet smack of his loins hitting hers filled the office, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. That strong hand of his gripped one of her large tits tighter and he grunted as his thrusts became a hammering pace. “Too bad you fuckin’ turned down my date,” he said in a husky voice as he began to pant over her. “I mighta given a shit then, slut.”

  She cursed herself, her skin, her body, her everything, for the way it prickled with sensation and made her feel such intensity. Hatred and fear and lust and passion all combined into something ugly and horrifying as she tried to squirm away from him. Yet the only thing she accomplished was shrinking more beneath him, her back nearly pressed to her ledger and phone.

  He was fucking her.

  It had almost not dawned on her, or not sunk in fully, but she knew it all the same. The way he spread her delicate, sensitive lips. How full that helm was against her cervix. The rhythmic slap of his body against her moist form.

  He was really fucking her, and she was barely struggling.

  It was almost as if she wanted this.

  Looking up at that gorgeous male body of his, he certainly wanted it. Even through his crassness and cruelty, the look of pleasure on his face was unmistakable. He pumped his cock into her with increasing vigor, every muscle upon his hard, toned physique twitching and bulging as he split her up the middle from between her legs, pounding his dick into her cunt.

  “F–Fuck,” he cursed, and she could feel his dick twitch inside her, perched so close to the precipice as he leaned over her and lunged for her free breast, biting it, then licking over her areola and suckling the stiff nipple into his mouth hungrily.

  Oh god. Her cunny was on fire, her breasts just large bundles of excited, angry nerves that wanted for more. Greedily, she hungered for him, even as she tried to push him away.

  Yet if she really didn’t want it, why was she letting her strength falter? Why was she secretly hoping he’d fight her off?

  “Chris, please,” she pleaded one more time, and she wasn’t sure she knew what she wanted the answer to be. It was so wrong, so very wrong, but it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t be held responsible for the actions of another.

  Her cunt had grown so wet that his thrusts each produced such a noisy smack, his hard, thickly throbbing shaft pounding into her wet honey-slick cunt again and again. He started to grow erratic, she noticed, the timing of his hips off just slightly. Then abruptly the rough suckling he was giving her stiff teat ended and he arched his neck.

  The noisy moan he gave echoed out hoarsely through the office as she felt his arms squeeze her thigh and breast, and he gave two final thrusts into her. The thick streams of his seed spurting deep within, splattering and smearing over the entrance to her womb as he so heedlessly shot his load deep inside her warm quim.

  Her eyes stung as her back arched and her throat caught. It was the single most intense moment she’d ever felt, the combination of pleasure and anguish something so pure it silenced all other thoughts.

  The final throes of his climax came with hammering stabs of his hefty manhood, spurting the very last of his seed into her as he grunted and groaned so roughly. He was like a wild beast atop her in that moment, growling, snarling, and full of raw drive to rut and fuck her voluptuous figure.

  As the moment slowly came to a halt, she looked up and saw his glistening physique, his sculpted pecs so perfectly outlined, the light blonde hair there damp with perspiration.

  He pushed himself back up and rubbed his hand over his spiky hair. “You better take care of that pill issue, if you know what’s good for you,” he said so casually, yanking his still thick, meaty cock from her cunt as he began to tug up his jeans and boxer briefs. “I’ll be takin’ you home after work, so wait up for me,” he said with a wry grin, “boss.”

  Fertile Cheerleader

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Breeding, Gangbang, and M/M/M/M/F/F

  Word Count:

  6,013

  “Ready? Okay! We’ve,” and I clapped my hands twice. “Got. Spirit,” more clapping.

  “S-P-I-R-I-T. Spirit! Let’s hear it!”

  I threw up my pom poms in the air before falling back on my bed, defeated. I sounded like I hadn’t an ounce of spirit. I was at risk of losing my spot on the cheer squad.

  And all because I couldn’t get Jason out of my head. We’d been together since I was sixteen, but after I left for college, he decided to move to L.A. to try to make it as a rock star. It didn’t take long after that for me to find out he was cheating on me.

  And so now my S-P-I-R-I-T was more like S-U-C-K-Y.

  I stared up at the roof of my bedroom, my hands resting on my stomach.

  “Come on, Britney,” I sighed at myself, standing up and looking in the mirror, over the red and white of my cheer uniform. The skirt was short, making my long legs look even longer, beautifully tanned over the summer. Little white bobby socks and tennis shoes on my feet, my stomach bared by the top. The worst part about the cheer uniform was that it always made me look flat. It made everyone look flat, but me especially.

  It was the one thing I hated about my body.

  But at least I looked good in the uniform. I just had to get through one night without thinking of my ex. Just cheering my lit
tle heart out for the Stallions.

  That was all.

  The energy of the night had finally infected me. Being surrounded by fifteen women with energy to burn, and a team of burly football players grunting and showing off wasn’t all bad. In fact, by the time the game was finally over, I was disappointed.

  “You coming to the after party?” Suzie asked me. She’s my best friend, and the person who had to hear all about how Jason broke my heart. She was convinced that all I needed was a rebound guy, but honestly, I didn’t want to tell her the real reason Jason broke up with me. Well, yea he was cheating, but that was my fault.

  I was always waiting for the right time, and the right time never came with Jason.

  So I was still a virgin.

  If she knew that, she’d be even more desperate to get me laid.

  “I don’t think so,” I said, though when Toby ran by me and gave me a smile that could melt ice, I wanted to. The idea of just finding someone else... it was enticing. But I wasn’t that type of girl.

  “Come on, it’ll be good for you. Way better than sulking at home by yourself.”

  She grabbed my arm, tugging upon it. “Hey! Toby! Can Britney and I hitch a ride with you to the after party?”

  Toby stopped, looking between us, but his eyes lingered upon me. “Sure. Just let me grab a shower.”

  Suzie smiled smugly at me, as if now there was no refusing her.

  And, really, there wasn’t.

  Toby’s hair was still a little damp by the time he hopped into the car to drive us to the party, but it looked good like that. Gone was his uniform, and instead he wore a simple white V-neck t-shirt that stretched around his bulging muscles and broad shoulders so tightly.

  I got the front seat right next to him.

  “Can’t wait to cut loose a little,” Toby said as he shifted gears, taking us on down the highway towards the party. “Been on coach’s strict health regimen for months now, I’m about to lose it!” he said, flashing me a big grin.