10 FEISTY FILLIES - Romance Collection Short Stories Bundle: (TABOO EROTICA) (Candy Girl Series)

by Lucy Lixx

“Do you like pain?” Riley asked, leaning in close to my face.

  His breath was hot against my cold skin and I shivered, keeping my head pressed against the wall. I wasn't sure if he was asking playfully or if he was serious, but then again I wasn't exactly sure of that myself. I didn't experiment with much outside of the realm of regular sex. It seemed like such a random question.

  “I don't know,” I replied as I looped my fingers through the hoops of his jeans. “I just focus on pleasure, honestly.”

  “Do you like it rough?”

  This question prompted my labia to twitch, a wet spot forming between my thighs. Riley trailed his fingers down the length of my arms and grabbed my wrists to pull them up above my head. He pressed his crotch into mine, his hard cock ready to plow between my silky lips that were aching to be parted. A smile crept across his lips as he started to rock his hips back and forth, eliciting an unexpected gasp from my mouth.

  “I think I like everything,” I whispered.

  Satisfied with my response, Riley leaned in and devoured my lips, his tongue soft and plush inside my mouth. I took his piercing between my teeth and pulled a little and was pleased to be met with a soft groan. Of all the sex I had experienced, I'd never been held down before. It gave me such a thrill that my thighs were begging for him to push harder while he teased me with the crotch of his denim jeans.

  “Do you want it?” he whispered between kisses.

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please...I want it.”

  I was relinquishing power by begging, but I didn't care. Riley released my wrists and instructed me to undo his jeans while cradling my face in his hands. He continued to plant kisses firmly on my lips, eager to taste more than just my mouth. I conceded to his tongue as the symphony of our moans rose in hot anticipation of our genitals meeting, the sound of shouting and music suddenly so distant as the heat between us grew. I could already feel him throbbing inside me. I just needed to remove the barrier of my shorts that were sticking to my thighs from the fluid leaking out of my warm pussy. Slowly, Riley peeled those away as soon as I thought of them, the plastic leather bunching up as he rolled them down my legs.

  After disposing of my shorts, Riley parted my legs and dove nose first into my slippery lips. I squeaked as he drove his tongue deep into my hole, the warmth of his breath against my clit eliciting my hips to jerk forward. He pushed my thigh up over his shoulder and then pushed two fingers inside me as deep as they would go. The sensation was heightened by the high that still stuck around, my sensitivity doubling in the damp room that was so poorly lit. I looked down to watch his lips fold over mine and moaned while grabbing a chunk of his hair.

  I couldn't take much more of this teasing. I just wanted to be filled. Before Riley could finish eating my delectable peach, I pulled him up to my lips and yanked at his cock that was still erect and excited from fooling around in such a dirty room. Oil stained the floor, tools were scattered all over the place, and an old car sat in the middle of the mess just beckoning us to use it as a prop.

  “Do me on the hood,” I begged before biting his lip. “Make me dirty.”

  Without hesitation, Riley lifted me by my thighs and flipped me around to prop me up against the hood of the filthy old Buick, most of the hood now covered in dust and dirt from sitting unused and unloved for so many years. As I laid out on the metal, I scooted down towards Riley's cock and arched my back to better accommodate his entry. He groaned as he penetrated my beautiful silk, the tightness of me both surprising and pleasing. It made me smile to watch his face twist as he got used to the feel of my insides and I pulled up my halter to reveal my lovely pear shaped breasts which he delightfully took in each hand.

  Riley didn't waste any time adjusting to me, but instead started pounding as soon as he was well lubricated, his hips bouncing against my thighs and rocking the car with our motion. He kept a firm hold on my breasts, occasionally twisting my nipples while he slammed into me. I relished the feeling of being a toy in that moment, knowing very well he'd forget all about me when he left this room. It was incredibly titillating to be used like this. It made me get off harder. I knew I wasn't like most people in this way because I enjoyed using other people as a tool for masturbation and was even more flattered when they used me in return. The benefit was mutual, so I didn't see a problem. Right now, Riley's cock was exploring every bit of texture within my delicious hole and it was making him happy. That made me smile.

  I could feel his thighs tensing as he lifted my knees up in the air to cradle my legs in his arms. He threw my ankles over his shoulders and gripped my hips, grinding into me as hard as he could while focusing on the growing sensation of joy. I felt a tingle in my gut as he pumped and started groaning louder, not caring if anyone heard us fucking. My sounds caused Riley's face to twist, his mouth permanently fixed open while his rhythm became erratic. I started bucking and howled while arching my back, the head of his cock hitting my favorite spot deep inside me. As my orgasm came in rolling waves, he pulled out of my sweet pussy and stroked his cock until his hot cum covered the entirety of my stomach. The sticky mess was delightfully warm against my skin, the texture thick and gooey.

  After my dizzying high settled a bit, my gut reaction was to just hop off the car and find a rag to wipe myself. I was sure Riley had somewhere to be and my buzz was fading, so I wanted to find something else to ingest. I started to sit up, but was met by Riley's lips that were still wet with my juicy fluid from ten minutes earlier. I couldn't help but lick it from his face. Our tongues dueled briefly until I felt his cock poking me again.

  “He's pretty active,” I joked while leaning my forehead against his. “We could go for round two later.”

  Riley smiled at this suggestion, his teeth pearly white and remarkably straight inside his mouth. I couldn't help but kiss his lips again.

  “You feel good. I want to take you home.” Riley said while helping me off the car.

  As much as I had wanted to go home with that kid, I couldn't stop chasing my high. I wanted to be messed up and disassociated from the world because I just wasn't happy where I was. My mother had abandoned my real father for someone else and I couldn't handle it emotionally. It still felt weird. Anything I could do to rid myself of that feeling was totally welcome, including screwing a stranger at a party on someone's car. I would have gone home with him, but I didn't want to belong to anyone tonight. I just wanted to party.

  Very kindly, I declined his offer and we cleaned up before returning to the crowd that continuously asked where we had been. I found something to drink and something to smoke, hoping it would keep me from remembering anything else about the world. I'm eighteen, drop dead gorgeous, and absolutely free of responsibility for the next couple of days. I was ready to get lost.

  Chapter Two

  My hedonistic tendencies had finally gotten me grounded. After encountering Billy in the living room and getting chastised, I was sent to bed with the ridiculous sentence of being grounded for two weeks. I had to spend the next two weeks without sex, drugs, or any sort of booze to calm my system. What was I supposed to do with myself? A girl my age had nothing better to do than go out and explore the world, especially with summer already hot in motion. I wanted to go to the beach, discover someone's body, and maybe get a tattoo. It was all part of me growing up, so I didn't see much harm in it.

  “You're going to ruin your body if you abuse it,” Billy had said during his speech. “You should respect yourself. Take care of yourself. Partying is fun until you have an accident.”

  I didn't want to hear it because he wasn't my real father, but I knew better than to say that to his face. Instead, I stomped off in quiet acceptance of my death sentence and holed up in my room where I ranted on social media about my lame parents. I wasn't typically such a brat, but I felt so stifled being in the house all the time. I had to do something or I would just go crazy. Going out into the yard wasn't as great as taking a walk through town where at least I would get noticed by somebody.

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nbsp; After about a week of going stir crazy, Billy approached me as I was watching TV with a plastic bag in his hands. I studied him with some curiosity before turning my attention back to the tube. I didn't exactly want to be bothered. He sat next to me even though my energy was warning him to leave.

  “Anna, I know it's been rough lately,” he said. “I can't imagine how it must feel to have your family separate and live in different towns. I know I'm not your real dad, but I care about you and I want you to be safe.”

  I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels, his little speech beginning to cause a knot to form in my throat. What did he know about how I felt?

  “I got you something so you wouldn't be so bored here at home,” Billy said while placing the bag on the couch next to me. “I hope you like it.”

  As soon as Billy left the room, my eyes started to well up with tears. I looked down at the bag that had now become a blur through the salty fluid gathering around my vision. It was paint. A whole set of paints and brushes with canvas were sitting inside the bag. I had never shown much artistic inclination, but then again I had never tried my hand at it. I quickly looked around to make sure no one would see me grab the bag and then ran off to my room to start experimenting with the set.

  It was intensely therapeutic to sit and spread the thick cream against the white cloth, following my hand with my eyes and watching as shapes came into view. An hour had passed without me noticing and suddenly I was hungry. I stared at the completed painting before me and smiled. I hadn't really liked Billy before, but this gift certainly made me warm up to him. Maybe if I was good I could reduce my sentence, get out on good behavior. I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to prepare some food to satiate my gut that was now growling beneath my skin. I accidentally ran into Billy who was trying to get something from the fridge.

  Awkwardly, I jumped back and rubbed my arm, unsure of exactly how to thank him for the paint set. I shrugged and opened my mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. Tension filled the air, something I'd never felt around him before, and I found myself stammering nervously while trying to reach for the kitchen table.

  “You're welcome,” Billy said before I could make any words come out. “I'm glad you like them.”

  Now I was utterly speechless. A kind gesture like that wasn't something I was accustomed to, so it was surprising and lovely whenever it did happen. It wasn't like I was used to being treated poorly because I got plenty of affection and attention from friends. I just wasn't used to him being so kind to me. Initially, our interactions had been amiable and sparse, especially with the wall I put up between myself and him. That same wall was now crumbling beneath the sweet gift that he had placed on top of it, a strange and poetic way to make me come around.

  What game was he playing at?

  “I know I can't be your real dad, but I'd like to at least be a father figure to you. Is that okay, Anna?” he asked, imploring me with his eyes.

  “I think I might like that,” I responded with some hesitancy. “But it might take me some time.”

  “I look forward to building a relationship with you,” said Billy. “And I hope you do, too.”

  The comment had left me feeling rather strange and I retreated back to my room where I picked up the paints to keep exploring. The stroke of the brush was almost like caressing a new lover's body, feeling the curve of their hips beneath my fingers as I tried to embrace every inch of their skin. I moved my hand across the canvas in long strokes like I would move my fingers between a woman's lips to massage her clit, the resulting circles emanating a glorious mixture of color.

  If only every interaction felt this way. I loved being with different people, but something was lacking in these encounters. It wasn't love or desire. I had plenty of desire to last for days and enough love to care about those people, at least in that moment. I could feel that strange emptiness grow in my gut as if an expanding void, perhaps needing to be reflected upon further. I didn't like analyzing my own behavior. It made me feel like something was wrong. But how was I to improve on my pleasure without further investigation?

  Catapulting me from my thoughts was the sound of the front door slamming shut, something I hadn't heard since my mother and my biological father separated. It could have just been my imagination or maybe I was having hallucinations from my drug withdrawals. I shook my head and listened closer. Nothing. It was nothing. Before I could dive back into my painting, I heard some shuffling from behind my door. I looked over at my bedside clock and was met by red letters. 10:05. Had time really gotten away from me that quickly? Mom was probably already at her nursing job and Billy was… Where was Billy? Was that him making all that noise?

  Curious, I stood from my desk and walked over to the door, turning the handle slowly as to not attract attention. I peeked through the crack and saw Billy hauling a large black bag down the hall towards the front of the house. Where was he going? I slipped my feet into my black flats and grabbed my keys and purse from the desk, looking out again to see if he would come back. After a few minutes, I climbed out of my bedroom window and sneaked around the side of the house to the front where I watched Billy get into his car and drive away. When he was mostly out of sight, I jumped into my car and peeled out of the driveway to catch up.

  I knew I wasn't supposed to be driving right now, especially with being grounded, but when had rules ever stopped me? Following Billy wasn't difficult as it was relatively late and the streets weren't crowded with cars. He had made a few lefts and a right before parking in front of a seemingly abandoned strip of buildings with one sign in front of one shop window that read, “OPEN.” I waited for him to get inside the building before jumping out and strolling up to the window. It was too tinted to see inside, but I could feel the vibration of music on the cool glass.

  The door swung open and two bodies clad in leather stumbled out, chuckling and hollering about something indiscernible. I watched them tumble off into the distance before pulling the door and walking inside. The man behind the desk at the front was a gargantuan man wearing only black pants and a number of chains around his chest. I gulped.

  “ID,” he boomed over the rhythmic tunes flowing from the speakers.

  Shaking, I pulled my ID from my purse and handed it over, hoping he wouldn't throw me out upon seeing my age. He handed me the card and stamped my hands, allowing me entrance through the chained gate held up by two poles. Before me was a chaotic dance floor filled with people dressed in all sorts of things. Chains decorated the walls along with zippered masks, and bodies were grinding every which way. I felt embarrassingly under dressed in my shorts and tank top, feeling more naked in my clothes than the people who were actually naked.

  Beyond the dance floor stood an immense cage with a few people scattered about inside wearing collars. It was the strangest display of behavior and didn't come close to the parties I attended regularly. These folks would put my friends to shame as far as wildness and I was somewhat intrigued by their crawling and hooting. The building seemed to stretch on forever, revealing room after room of artistic displays as well as people engaging in the most barbaric behaviors. As I wandered through the different crowds and outfits, a young woman in a corset and taut vinyl tights approached me and stopped me with her crop.

  “Are you lost, sweetie?” she asked with her eyes half mast, appearing to be drunk or in heat. Or maybe both.

  “No, I--”

  “Who do you belong to?” She cut me off before I could come up with an excuse.

  “I was just curious...” I trailed off before I could really begin to explain the adventure I was on.

  “Oh, darling, you look so frightened. I'm not going to hurt you!” She smiled and then looked me up and down. “Unless you want me to.”

  This comment made me shudder with exhilaration, bringing Riley right back to my mind. I could still feel his cock inside me. Instant panty splash. I suppose I did appear incredibly lost because this woman – who was teeming with al
l manner of sex and beauty – pulled me aside through a door to a back room that had a bed covered in gorgeous satin blankets. She sat me down, her red curls bouncing about her face.

  “You must be new here. I'm Charlotte, but everyone calls me Mistress Lolita.”

  Charlotte held out her hand to me and I shook it, intrigued by the gloves covering her forearms.

  “I'm Anna,” I said weakly. “My dad is Billy. I think he's around here. I followed him from home.”

  “I had no idea you belonged to one of our leather daddies. My apologies for not having listened before.”

  “I don't understand…”

  What was a leather daddy? Did Billy come here often? The confusion on my face must have cued her to reconsider what I had said.

  “Oh,” Charlotte whispered. “Your father is Billy.”

  “Well, he's my step-dad, but… I followed him because I was just wondering where he was going. I had no idea he was into this, or even what this is because...” I shrugged, unsure of what I was even trying to say.

  Charlotte nodded, seeming to understand the curiosity that had kept me walking through the building. It was a recognition of something, like maybe she saw herself in me. She didn't appear to be too much older, but she certainly brimmed with experience and wisdom. I felt intimidated.