Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  You don’t take it on yourself to abandon your significant other with me if you aren’t serious. I don’t take that sorta thing lightly.

  She reached forward, that delicate little hand fluttering like a bird in flight, uncertain for a moment against the wind before she reached out, grabbing me through the fabric and giving a rub, testing me out before her hand moved up. Fingertips breached the top of my boxers, and she delved into the heat, grabbing my tool and unleashing it to the air.

  Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp of delight as she dragged her hand down, looking at my cock and all its meaty glory with a lustful look.

  I was a big guy in general, tall, built. But my cock? Yeah, that was the pride and joy of my physical self. It was a monster. A big thick shaft, with a bulbous crown, all well shaped though, like it was cut from stone, my ex-wife said. Too big for some women, and with those heavy nuts swinging below, I packed a hefty wallop of seed. I knocked up my ex-wife without even trying once, and the first time we actually tried she was pregnant that week.

  “Like that, huh?” I said, licking my lips as she felt those dainty fingers over my beefy shaft, feeling the jutting veins. “If a kid’s what you want, I’ll knock you the fuck up with this beast in no time, beautiful.”

  She liked my compliment. That wasn’t like a lot of women, especially a model, and especially one so drop dead gorgeous. She was the type of girl that had to be used to hearing she was beautiful on a constant basis, but oh, she was thrilled at me calling her beautiful.

  It was almost funny. Thinking of her being the lucky one, when I was living every guy’s dream.

  “Only stipulation,” I said, drawing it out. “Is that there’s no chasing me down for child support, no calling me up in ten years begging for money for the kid’s shoes. Once I knock you up?” I said, letting the words hang, “And I will knock you up. That’s your responsibility.”

  She nodded, her eyes never leaving my shaft.

  “Oh, yea,” she purred. “I agree to that.”

  All the while she had been fondling my dick, feeling the stiff, meaty shaft, the way it throbbed and filled her grasp. It was a big, meaty organ and having it out, I just felt more confident in general. I mean, hard not to feel like a big, in charge man when you’re jutting out a massive cock like mine and blowing the mind of a gorgeous super model.

  “Give it a kiss then,” I told her roughly. “And beg for some virile cum, like your lil’ boy toy’ll never be able to give you.”

  She made the sweetest noise I ever heard, the soft little pleading and whimpering. She shimmied towards me, still haphazardly dressed as her kittenish tongue prodded out.

  She went for the head, first. Bringing her lips right to my tip, to the bit of precum that leaked out, that she could clearly taste the sweet tang. Hey, I liked my fruit, I knew I had to taste pretty good. And the way she cooed was absolutely wonderful.

  She even said, “Yum,” as she licked it again, her eyes upon me as she kissed and licked.

  I was putting on a stoic face, looking down at her with a hard gaze as I kept one hand upon the back of the sofa. But I can’t deny that I was moved by her display, my dick throbbing lewdly, my tongue running along my lips as I watched that shaft bulge out beneath her fingers and tongue.

  “A little beauty like you belongs on your knees before a real man anyhow,” I muttered to her, reaching out my free hand to stroke along her hair. “Not these prissy lil’ girly men you always end up.”

  She probably would’ve protested, if not for the fact that she’d just taken me fully into her mouth the second I spoke, a low hum trailing through my flesh.

  It only took her a second though, before she moved again, rearranging herself so that she was there, rested between my knees and her chest resting on the couch. Her head bobbed down, hand working in tandem with it as she sucked me so desperately.

  It’d been a while since I’d gotten a woman to suck my dick off. Not because of a lack of dates or girlfriends even, I’ve had those. But because the ones I did get this far with were too daunted to even take my dick into their mouths. Too big! They’d always say. Not this little model slut though.

  I couldn’t help but groan, my eyes almost shutting as I got lost in the pleasure of that mouth working on my cock. She was young, much younger than me, but she knew how to work a man, even one of my size. My dick spurted precum onto her tongue and down her throat, and I knit my rough fingers through her hair, urging her on. Just to show her who’s in charge.

  “Knew you could be a good girl if there was some dick and cum in it for you,” I growled out.

  Her back prickled at that comment, I could tell. I was striking into her, getting underneath her skin, but it didn’t stop her. No, if anything, it encouraged her.

  Maybe she just needed a nobody to treat her like nothing. Who knew? People were complicated.

  But her speed picked up, though it wasn’t easy to squeeze that girth into her mouth, but she was a real trooper. Licking and sucking like a champ, even making those little noises I could feel vibrate along my skin.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” I crooned again roughly, watching her bob along my dick again and again. Her long, curly dark hair bouncing around her head as she moved. The scent of my musk filling her nostrils as she would push down my thick shaft to the root, my dick making her throat bulge as I groaned.

  “You’re gonna have to milk this brute right to the edge,” I told her gruffly. “I don’t stick this bad boy into a stuck up princess like you until you earn it.”

  God, I thought I was laying it on pretty thick. I was certain she’d have slugged me for less — much less — but she just kept going, choking herself on my cock. Every time she had to move up for air, she coughed up some thick saliva, further lubricating my shaft.

  I let loose a deep moan that set my barrel chest to rumbling, I grasped a hold of her hair after a long while and tugged her off my dick, leaving that big shaft to throb before her, glistening with her saliva which only enhanced how big and perfectly shaped it seemed.

  “Gettin’ me close,” I told her, still holding her hair. “Now suck my nuts,” I commanded her, pulling her back in against that cum-laden sac, which was already starting to tense up a little with how close she was getting me to orgasm. “Show me you’re worth a load of my seed.”

  She hesitated, and for a moment I thought that I’d gone too far. She looked at me with more confusion than anger, as if she’d never had to debase herself like that.

  But then her hand squeezed my cock and her eyes went to my sac, and I wondered if she’d do it. If this little lingerie model would really suck my balls, all in exchange for me to knock her up.

  It felt like a long time before she brought her head in, her tongue licking against the textured flesh, feeling out the strange sensation before pulling away. Her face was already red from sucking my cock, her eyes a bit watery, but she was determined, I’ll give her that.

  She couldn’t fit both of those hefty nuts into her mouth at once, but she tried as much as she dared without risking discomfort to me. Instead though, she ultimately satisfied herself with suckling at one at a time. My dick spurting more precum that ran down its length, and over her dainty little fingers.

  “Perfect,” I said with a big, hefty sigh that made my broad, hard chest heave. “This is how a beautiful vixen like you belongs. Now come here,” I told her, pulling her off my balls again. “Get out of those panties and beg for a real man’s cum,” I commanded.

  With how silent and obedient she’d been, I forgot what a sass mouth she could have, and as she stood up in her high heels, she looked like she was going to say something. The look on my face, though, stopped her. There was that implicit threat that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted if she said a word, and so she brought her fingers to the back of her dress, unzipping it.

  She tossed it aside, revealing her toned, perfect body. She’d just done a show, so she was at her peak, all lean muscle as she then brought her fingers t
o the back of her black, lacy bra. It was no strip tease, but her eyes were on me all the while as she unclasped it.

  She let it fall away from her natural and incredibly full breasts, the darker nipples hard already as she then pushed down her panties.

  She was completely hairless below the neck, her skin softer than I could ever believe as I reached out to grab her thigh with my hard hand.

  I took that bit of control by grasping onto her, my dick throbbing before me thickly as I pointedly looked her over. I had a hard look, but I nodded appreciatively and then leaned in, wrapping my lips about one of her nipples and suckling at it, tugging at the sensitive bud roughly. I did it for my own benefit, not hers. Enjoying the moment of suckling at her large, supple breast before I plucked my lips off at her gasp.

  “I said beg,” I reiterated, standing up, looming over her as I shed the rest of my clothes entirely.

  Even in her heels, she couldn’t come close to my height, let alone match my broad shoulders and thick arms. I was a brute next to a dainty princess.

  But her devious smile was back.

  “Okay, big boy,” she grinned at me, her hand back in my chest hair. “I want you to knock me up with your super sperm. I want you to shoot your load right into me, every last ounce. Please.”

  “Good enough, gorgeous,” I said after a moment’s hesitation, and I grasped her shoulder, forcibly guiding her to bend over my sofa, hands upon the back of it. I got in behind her, and set her high heeled feet apart wide to make room for me, splaying her pussy open as I reached down, cupping that cunt and feeling how wet it was.

  The answer? Very fucking wet. Soaking in fact.

  “Damn, you are in dire need of some real dick,” I said to her, clapping a hand to her ass cheek as I took hold, then grasped the base of my cock as I guided the thick crown up to her slit. I didn’t toy then, I gave her exactly what she wanted, and I just impaled her on my dick nice and hard, burying the full length in her with a merciless amount of force that forced her narrow little cunt to stretch taut about a size of dick she’d never taken before.

  And oh, how she screamed. It rocked my sofa, the sound reverberating through the air. It was feminine and soft and yet intense, her entire body trying to squirm away from me before she realizes she was able to take it, and instead yielding to pleasure.

  “Oh fuck,” she called out, not holding anything back, neighbours be damned.

  I began to pump my hips, grasping her waist tightly as I fucked that prissy supermodel. I watched for a while as my big, meaty shaft splayed her pussy lips wide, sinking in and out. While beneath, she looked back, seeing the sight of her lower stomach bulge out each time I sank in deep. It was incredible, and she was so damn tight.

  “Mmm,” I moaned aloud as my hard body crashed against her form. “You could squeeze water out of a rock with this tight lil’ cunt of yours,” I said, my cock throbbing inside her, and so close to cumming already. Of course, all that preparation she did on her knees, helped.

  And she was desperate for it. There were no second guesses, no reluctance about going through with it.

  “Fucking cum in me,” she commanded, pleaded, begged. It was all so hard to tell, as it swirled together and rolled off her tongue.

  Her heels were digging into my calves, her dainty thighs pressed into my hips, and the idea that I was going to be the one to get this super model pregnant, make her have to take a break from work as her body contorted... that was hot.

  The fact that she wanted it so badly?

  That was what really did me in.

  I would’ve liked to tease her, make her beg some more, but my dick was tingling with pleasure and I was so damn close to cumming. So instead I just let it go, and my eyes shut, head rolled back and I let loose a deep bellowing moan as I came. That fat cock of mine burying itself inside of her as I shot off such thick, creamy gouts of seed deep into her cunt, filling her womb as I twitched and bucked erratically.

  I had so much of that spunk saved up in my balls, and I blew it in her fertile little pussy.

  “Just like hubby never could,” I groaned aloud, sinking my fingers into her ass and hips so tight.

  She screamed with me, as my cock pressed against her cervix, emptying so much cum right within her. I’d be shocked if she wasn’t pregnant within the hour, especially as I ground my hips into her, mashing my seed into her as deep as possible.

  I stilled for a while, letting my cock throb and spurt the last of its essence into her, until finally my heaving chest still and I slapped my hand to her ass.

  “Another before you go,” I told her, and I reached down, gathered her up in my two powerful arms and laid her out on the floor upon her back.

  I just shoved myself on back into her cum-sodden cunt, and began to pump my hips again. This time with a merciless tempo, thrusting hard, fast, filling her up so completely as I grunted and moaned. I was almost forty, but I was in good shape, and I took care of myself. I’d pound her against the floor until I had another load for her fertile little twat.

  She tried to take it without protest, without admitting defeat. She was a hard nut to crack, looking so calm and in control even as she drooled my seed. Even as her face was red and cut off from breath by the overwhelming thrusts of my cock. Even as I asked her to beg. All through it she’d acted so in control.

  But after I’d been hammering into her for a while, the facade started to slip away, and I got to see the real her. The one that was desperate for a little pain, to feel a little bit less than.

  Her legs relaxed at my side, her eyes fluttering open as her mouth parted, nothing but pleasure left in her gaze.

  I took hold of her two slender arms, and pinned them up over her head to the floor. I took absolute control of that gorgeous, supermodel body and I rocked it. Rocked her whole world. Looked across her, watched those thick tits jiggle and bounce, saw my raw, hard dick pound into her again and again as my heavy balls slapped her ass.

  I didn’t show any mercy, I was going to have her leave my place walking funny and aching from the sweet time we’d spent together.

  Her hands balled into fists then relaxed as her head rocked back, little gasps and pants filling the air.

  “Yes!” she managed, her entire body rocking, her stomach tightening and her pussy squeezing me. She was desperate for more, even through her hazy mind. I’d pummelled that bit of rebellion right out of her.

  She gulped in air as she struggled to wrap her legs around me once more, begging me in as she whimpered and moaned.

  I easily kept her arms locked to the floor with just one hand, while the other went down over her body, felt her two thick tits, sank my fingers into their supple mounds and indulged in their soft, pliant feel. Then went onto tease my thumb around her clit, provoking that little nub as I continued to hammer into her cunt.

  “You’re gonna cum for me, princess,” I growled out.

  “Yes!” she shouted again, this time louder, with more passion, as her pelvis lifted towards me. She knew just what she liked, and she wriggled until I was hitting her just so, and then her body began to tense. She was wound so tight, so slick and wet against my cock, it was a miracle that she’d held off on cumming as long as she had.

  But almost as soon as my rough finger touched her, her body began that slow coiling up, getting ready.

  And then it instantly came crashing down on her, and she screeched so loud I thought my ears would pop, and her cunny squeezed so tight, I could barely piston back in.

  The two of us had been fucking for so long, our bodies were coated in a thin sheen of perspiration, her tits and my hard pecs and abs all glistening. But I wasn’t tired, and I continued to pound into her, making her squirming, climaxing form rock beneath my hammering dick.

  I kept up that intense pressure, working my way slowly up to a second climax. It was a slow build, but watching her squeal and scream underneath my thrusting tool was helping. Oh, it helped so much.

  She knocked her head on my floor as she
bucked and writhed, and I could tell she was desperate for me to cum again but too weak to even beg. I’d fucked the model to the point of oblivion, and she was left with nothing more than a stupid grin on her face.

  Finally, after pounding her little pussy raw, I worked myself up to my second climax. My balls tightened, and I could feel the fire of release travel up my thick shaft as it swelled within her. Until finally… finally…

  I hilted into her once more, arched my back and let loose another thick flood of creamy, virile seed. I flooded that young model’s cunt with so much of my man milk it could no longer all fit in there with my dick, and I made a mess of her loins.

  Finally, I stopped, my dark-haired chest heaving as I looked down at her, exhausted and weary.

  And as I stilled, I could see that her smile had changed from that dopey, post-climatic smile to a more serious grin. She lifted her head from the floor, bringing her lips to mine and swiping her tongue along the seam of our mouths.

  “Thanks, stud,” she purred, though there was still that exhaustion there. I’d gotten the better of her, she just didn’t want to admit it. But I could hear the unspoken promise. She’d be back for more.

  The Fertile Pet Maid

  Book Themes:

  Dominance and Submission, Pet Play, Barely Legal, Virgin, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  9,102

  If you told me I’d be working for the very man that put my father out of work, and my whole family into poverty, I’d have called you crazy. But it’s funny what a few years and the burden of debt can do to you. I already had to drop out of college to look after my ailing father, and I needed work to keep the lights on.

  That was how I ended up working at his office. I mean, one of his offices. He was a big capitalist, owned more companies than I had digits to count ‘em on I’m sure! And I was just another ‘human resource’ in the data entry pool. That is… up until the day he came striding in, looked us all over and let his dark gaze rest upon me.