Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

I watched as her slender little digits coiled about my cock, feeling out that thick, veiny instrument as I gave a low, gravelly moan. The heat of my shaft pulsed against her palm, the girth stretching her fingers open wider as I leaned down over her.

  I kissed at her breasts, again, then again. I took my time, teased around the edges of her pink areolas before giving a light suckle to her stiff nipple. Only stopped once I’d tugged it back and let it snap into position once more.

  She gasped, but her nipple stiffened further, and her hand along her thigh couldn’t resist anymore.

  I didn’t think anything could match the sight of her in her nude glory, but the fact that her fingers went between her thighs and began stroking at her pussy was sublime. Her hand wrapped around me more firmly, though she didn’t quite stroke me. No, she was just feeling me throb against her.

  My mouth left her nipple as I pulled back and watched as those fingers played with her wet folds, teasing herself. She struggled to find that little clit of hers, and I brought one of my hands to her wrist. Holding it tightly, I changed where her finger lay, forcing the middle digit right over the throbbing nub.

  I watched her face as her mouth dropped open in delight, her moan so much lustier as she ground against her finger. I dove down and collected her nipple in my mouth, tugging on that heavy tit with my teeth, her supple form yielding to me as she let out a loud cry.

  She was so close, so very close, but I had all I could take, and I grasped hold of her dainty, feminine body and pulled her down the bed a few inches, to get her before me just perfectly. I lowered myself down, letting the thick, purple crown of my cock glide against that virginal little pussy. I couldn’t suppress the deep, throaty moan, my desire too intense even for me then as I rolled my hips forward.

  I stretched that sweet girl’s hymen around my cock, and I pressed on into her, sinking deeper and deeper into her nubile depths. My gruff, thunderous moan filling the air as I sank my dick into her raw and unprotected. No girl’s first time should be spoiled with a condom, and what we were doing was raw, animalistic. It was nature at its core. A strong, older man, looking out for a nubile young woman. We had to play it out like it was meant to.

  And her sweet little pained moan was all I needed to know I made the right decision. Her fingers retreated a little as I pierced her, but she was so wet and turned on that the pain faded quickly. Just a pinch before I forced myself in further, taking away her innocence, as her legs wrapped around my hips.

  “Ah!” she said with a gentle tremor to her figure, her arms going above her head as my darker body sunk into her pristine, pale form.

  She was an unreal beauty, like a goddess carved from white stone. And I fucked her, slowly pumping my hips, stretching her tight little cunny with each pass of my thick, veiny cock. I moaned, revelling in the sensation of her moist, warm pussy stretched taut about my dick, my heavy balls slapping against her ass as I built momentum.

  It was her first time, but for me, it was my finest time. I made love to that sweet girl with all the devotion a man could muster. She felt exquisite, and I leaned down to kiss her pouty, ruby lips repeatedly as my hard ass rose and fell with each thrust into her fertile depths.

  I was her safety, her security, and she clung to me, understanding that all so well. Her soft, buxom form pressed into my large bed...

  I’d never felt better, that sweet little pussy wrapped around my dick, her slickness pulling me in. Her long legs wrapped about my hips, cautiously, uncertainly, but as my large hand went to the side of her thigh and held her there comfortingly, she calmed.

  Her wide eyes were still upon me as her mouth met mine, again and again, tongue swirling against mine as she let out the sweetest little groans of delight.

  “My sweet little Aren,” I said in a deep, gravelly voice, filled with such desire and caring. We’d not known each other long yet by that point, but after just that brief moment downstairs, where we were man and woman at our most primal, I felt a bond with her that boiled deep in my blood.

  I groaned loudly, filling the air with my deep, basso voice as I fucked her. Her moist cunny smacking to my groin as I plunged deep, filling her up with each new thrust. All the while, my manhood strained the limits of her taut little pussy with each throb, my pleasure mounting just as I mounted her faster and faster.

  She felt heavenly, especially when her hand went between us, touching once more to that hidden bundle of pleasure. She touched against it where I’d shown her and I saw her entire body light up. Her cunny clenched me, begging me in deeper.

  I wanted so badly to cum in her. I hadn’t had a woman raw in a long time, and I’d forgotten how good that bare sensation was, and as she twitched around me, I thought I might blow, right in her fertile depths, but I held back. For now.

  I wanted to see her cum first, right on my cock. To make her feel so good, so that she’d always come back for more. So that the next few months, I could expect to have the prissy woman riding my cock like a pro. I’d teach her to be perfect for me, to take that virgin woman, to fill her with my seed, to breed her and make her mine for all time.

  I made her body rock with my thrusts, those thick tits jiggling and swaying atop her chest as I ploughed into her utmost depths, filling her up again and again. It was hypnotic, watching her body move with mine, responding to my motions, my desire.

  With a deep, husky moan I felt my dick spurt a little precum into her, and knew I wasn’t long for the finale. But I did my best to savour every moment inside her tight little virginal pussy. I grasped a hold of her thigh breast and continued to pump my dick, angling it just right to give her the most stimulation.

  “Cum for me Aren,” I beckoned to her in a deep husk.

  God, just the thought of how she’d feel, cumming on my bare dick, was enough to make me spurt a little bit more. A warning that soon, she’d be bred by me, owned, just as it should be.

  She shivered at my words, her fingers rubbing herself more urgently as she began to quake and then there was no holding her back.

  Her head tilted towards the pillow as she cried out, her body trembling as her pussy tightened around me. It was milking my cock, and there was no way I could hold back, and so we dove into the forbidden bliss together.

  I arched my neck back and let loose a deep, bellowing cry as I felt the fire of sensation travel up my shaft and explode outwards. My thick, virile seed flooded her depths, filling up her nubile womb. I pressed into her deep and hard, jamming the tip of my cock up against her cervix and unleashing all the rich cream I had.

  There was nowhere else I could have willed myself to blow my load them. We were man and woman, raw and natural, rutting wild with the need of nature broiling in our veins. I had to fuck her, breed her, and she needed that comfort from it.

  I shuddered all over, giving a thrust, then another, quaking from pleasure and desire as I finally lowered my lips to kiss at hers through the final throes of our moment together.

  She took all of my seed, her pussy still vibrating against my cock, coaxing more and more fluid from me like the ravenous young woman she was. Her body wanted this more than anything, and she let out a low moan of pure desire.

  Her fingers stilled at her clit, the other arm going around me and pulling me in closer.

  We embraced, her slender arms about me, my thick, muscular ones about her. We held each other, cradling one another's form in the afterglow of our love making. I kissed her passionately, all over her, from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck to her shoulders, then back up.

  We laid there like that for some time, lost in each other's bodies.

  She was sore after her first time however, and she went to sleep eventually, her in my arms, her beautiful blonde head rested upon my chest.

  But as I lay there, drifting off into sleep, I couldn’t stop my smile, feeling her nude body pressed against mine, and knowing her pretty little cunny was filled with my cream.

  The Fertile Lingerie Model

  Book Themes:
/>   Cuckolding, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Cheating, and Oral Sex

  Word Count:

  5,285

  I’d worked backstage as a stagehand for so long, for many of these lingerie fashion shows, that they were all starting to bleed together. That all of the women just sort of started to look the same, with their fake tans and their long, perfect hair, and the sneer they always had for me as I hammered the set, or fixed up one of the stage props.

  I knew most of my buddies thought I had the best job in the world, but being surrounded by supermodels wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

  Not until I saw her, crying in the dressing room as everyone else pretended she wasn’t there. But I couldn’t help that it tugged my heartstrings to see the pretty young woman looking so broken up.

  When I went over and knelt before her, asking what’s wrong, though, I couldn’t believe my ears.

  “My husband’s sterile!” she whimpered, her hand unfolding and revealing the phone she must have just hung up on. My face fell. I already had two beautiful kids, but they lived with my ex-wife. I’d be devastated, though, if I couldn’t have had them, so I understood her pain.

  I don’t even really remember how the conversation went after that. Not until she asked me if I might help her out.

  We met at my place, my bachelor pad. The apartment I took out after my ex-wife and I split up. It was a decent place. After all, I made a good living and needed somewhere decent to take my kids for those weekends I had them.

  It was in a brick building downtown, with ostensibly two floors. The master bedroom up above, the small guest bedrooms below with the living room and kitchen.

  I dressed nice for her visit, or at least as nice as I felt comfortable doing. I wasn’t a fancy guy, usually denims and plaid shirts. Hey, I was a workin’ guy, alright? But this time, I went for a nice turtleneck black sweater… and dark denims. Okay, it wasn’t that different.

  But I did brush my dark hair, groom my beard and splash on a bit of cologne. Just a tiny hint though. I couldn’t stand artificial scents, and so it was just the slightest accent to go along with my natural musk.

  When the buzzer to my place went off, I let her on up, and waited for her knock. I was a little nervous. The models had a knack for looking rather intimidating and holier-than-thou. I mean, I was a handsome guy, six foot four, well built and muscular. I took care of myself and I certainly didn’t look my age. But I wasn’t rich, and I was used to a humble lifestyle.

  Beer with friends, and working hard. That sums up most of my life now that my kids are off with my ex-wife.

  The knock finally came, and I opened the door. I honestly don’t know what I was expecting from the whole thing, but I’ll tell you this: I wasn’t expecting what came of it all.

  She was dressed to the nines, her dark hair pulled back from her face, high cheekbones and smoky eyes batting up at me. She still had on her killer stilettos, her black and silver dress hugging the curves I was already familiar with from the dressing room, and the little leather jacket she wore over her shoulders was quickly stripped away and offered to me as she glanced around.

  “This is a cute place,” she said, not meaning to sound as condescending as she did, I could tell. I’d wipe that smug grin off her face before long, though. After all, she’s the one that needed me in all this.

  She then lifted her hand, holding out a brown paper bag to me. “I brought champagne.”

  I hung her coat up by the door and took the bottle from her, pulling it out of the bag to find a decent bottle of booze. Not the sort of thing I’d buy for myself, but then I didn’t even like champagne.

  “Looks good,” I said with a smile, gesturing her over towards my living room. A black sofa, white sofa-chair, and a coffee table next to the TV and the large windows overlooking the town. “I’ll just go poor this up for us,” I said, and did just that in the kitchen.

  Luckily I carried a couple wine glasses for just such occasions I might have some special lady come over. A bachelor can’t be caught off guard after all.

  “You find the place alright?” I asked before emerging, glasses in hand.

  “I had my driver bring me,” she said with a smile that was part way too smug, but mostly just oblivious to the things she was saying as she accepted the drink. Considering how sullen and sad I’d seen her, I knew she was human, with real emotions. She just worked hard to hide it beneath this veil of pride, if you could call it that.

  She sat upon my sofa, her long legs crossed daintily as her high heeled foot bobbed in the air, the muscles in her thighs outlined so beautifully.

  I sat myself on down next to her, my arm up on the back of the sofa as I took a sip of the champagne. I didn’t care for it much honestly, not at all, but whatever, I drank it down and smiled sympathetically to her.

  “It must be tough. Even with what happened between my ex-wife and I, my kids are the most important thing in my life,” I said, looking at her and trying not to oggle. “You’re a beautiful, successful woman too, you have every reason and right to want to have a child of your own while in the prime of your life.”

  She let out a bitter laugh.

  “Tell that to Tony. He couldn’t be more pleased with the news. He thinks I should wait until my career’s over in my 30s, but I’m not waiting that long. I’m already 22, and who’s to say what’s going to happen next?” she asked, rhetorically, as she rolled her eyes. She sipped back the champagne, clearly taking more joy in it than I was.

  “So, fuck him.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that exactly, not at first, so I drank more of the champagne and looked her over.

  “You’re thinking of leaving him then?” I asked lowly, my voice steady. “If your two views on life don’t mesh up on such a big issue as having kids, then… that’ll be a rough one to make work.” Which was true enough, and I didn’t want to question her judgment. I knew that wouldn’t go over well with her.

  “I don’t know,” she said, her eye twitching for a moment before she tipped back the rest of her drink, settling the empty glass on the table and reaching over to me, gripping my nice sweater in her fist as she looked at me. “But I know you’re going to fuck me, bare, and you’re going to leave me dripping in your seed, and I’m going to make him clean me up in the morning.”

  Her sudden shift took me by surprise. I knew many of the models could be downright domineering, but this? I wasn’t expecting it at all. I reached over to lay down my drink and looked at her in shock.

  However, I’d be a fucking liar if I said I wasn’t turned on by it. By her. And the opportunity to knock up a model.

  “Are… are you sure?” was all I managed to stammer out then at that point, but my eyes couldn’t help but roam down over her svelte form.

  “I’m sure,” she said, with not as much bite as she had before, but lacking none of her sincerity, that wicked little smile of hers growing wider. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

  Maybe it was the lack of sex in my own life for so long, or maybe it was the urge to just have such a ravishing beauty. Or maybe yet, it was the fact that her saucy attitude made me want to take her. Have her. Make her scream and bend to me, as payment for how she and all the other models had treated me.

  Whatever the reason, I pulled my sweater off over my head, and flung it to the floor, letting my bare, somewhat hairy chest show. I was packed with muscle, hard bodied and manly, not like the pretty boys most of her model friends knew. I wanted to see her reaction to a real man.

  But her shock was perfect. It opened her pretty eyes, made her mouth into an ‘o’ that I just wanted to press my cock into. But it quickly faded to a more hooded and devious smile as she licked her lips with a purr.

  “Well, hello,” she said as she brought her hand back to my rock hard chest, her fingers lost in the forest of my hair, tugging on it just a little.

  I let her have her way for a while, allowing her slender fingers to rake through my thick forest of hair.
Scratch over that hard muscle, feel it all so intimately, and know what a real man was like. But then my patience ran out. I reached out and grasped her hips in my two powerful hands, and turned her towards me.

  Her mouth parted, about to object, but I reached down, undid my belt, my trousers, and I made the crass look upon her face fade as I peeled down my pants, and unveiled the massive bulge of my cock through those black cotton boxer-briefs.

  There certainly wasn’t as much buildup as I’d expected of the princess. I thought that she’d required a bit of convincing, maybe even changed her mind, but she wasn’t lying. She was absolutely certain that she wanted to fuck me, raw and without holding anything back.

  It was an intense stare she gave that throbbing piece of meat in my boxers, and I swore, she was close to drooling over it.

  I reached down again, sliding my rough, worker’s hands up her outer thighs toward her hips. I rolled her dress up, exposing her panties beneath, looking her over upon my sofa before I spoke. My voice came out gruff and hard, a real commanding tone.

  “How’s that, huh? Bigger’n your limp dicked, sterile boyfriend’s?” I taunted her. Tested her. Was she serious about doing this? Part of me didn’t think so, and wanted to push her to back out once the realization of what she was doing kicked in. Be a responsible man. Taking a shot at someone’s lover had a way of reminding them of how they really felt.

  And even though she looked borderline disgusted, I saw some glimmer in her eyes, and she wouldn’t take her gaze off my package. She didn’t even seem to mind the fact that I could see her underthings, though as a woman who made a living walking down a runway in them, having one guy see her like that mustn't have been a big thing.

  “Yea,” she admitted, breathless as she licked over her lips. “Yea, it is.”

  “C’mon,” I said to her, my voice gravelly and hard. “Take it out. Get a feel for the thick fuckstick that’s gonna breed you,” and I was being crass. Vulgar. If she wanted this, she was gonna have to put up with some rough shit. I wasn’t gonna sugarcoat it for her.