Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1

by Anita Cox

  Ah, he had a name.

  “Ma’am, they’re very firm. The skin is soft and the nipples are rock hard.” He continued on as he fondled them.

  “Much better.” She grabbed the woman by her face. “Veronica, what do you think of Mr. Dooley’s hands on your tits?”

  “They’re warm and they feel comforting on my breasts. I want more.”

  “And you shall have more, my dirty little whore. I think it’s time for you to suck his cock. What do you think, Veronica?”

  My jaw dropped. This was live porn. I also realized I was holding my breath.

  “I would like that very much, ma’am. May I put my mouth on him, ma’am?” Veronica licked her lips.

  “Mr. Dooley, is your cock stiff and ready for pleasure?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Holy shit!” David whispered, grabbing my hand.

  “Right!” I whispered back.

  “Remove your shorts and stroke your stiff cock for Miss Veronica.” The leather cladded woman stepped back, giving the group a full view.

  Mr. Dooley dropped his shorts to the floor and put his hand on his shaft and started moving it up and down.

  “Veronica, take a seat on the bed,” Leather woman ordered. Once Veronica was seated, Leather woman continued to give orders, sitting behind Veronica. “Only put the tip in your mouth, no more. Mr. Dooley hasn’t earned it yet.”

  Veronica began licking the tip of Mr. Dooley then put it in her mouth only taking in as much as Leather woman would allow until she finally had as much as she could handle.

  “Did Veronica do a nice job, Mr. Dooley?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

  “You don’t want to be a selfish little prick. I think you should return the favor. Don’t you? ”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Veronica, take off those pretty panties and lay back on the bed. Show Mr. Dooley what he has to work with.”

  Veronica did as instructed, laying back and opening her legs giving David and I a full view of all that was previously concealed.

  “Rub your clit.” Leather woman was so demanding.

  Veronica took the tips of her fingers and swirled her clitoris round and round.

  “Are you ready for Mr. Dooley to taste that pretty pink pussy?”

  I felt David squeeze my hand.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Mr. Dooley, you heard the woman.”

  He bent down and started pleasuring Veronica. Leather woman, who had been so mean to this point started fondling Veronica’s breasts while Mr. Dooley gave her oral satisfaction. Veronica’s breasts were heaving as her breathing increased.

  Leather woman did something unexpected. She stood from the bed, walked over to a bowl, on a table that was next to the bed and retrieved a condom. She took it out of the foil, stood behind Mr. Dooley and put the condom on him. “When she starts to orgasm, Mr. Dooley, waste no time getting to fucking her. Do you understand me?”

  Dooley nodded as he continued to orally pleasure Veronica who was now screaming. “Oh god, oh god, shit!” Then she let out a squeal as her toes curled.

  Mr. Dooley leapt onto the bed and thrust himself inside her. “Holy hell that shit is tight!” He started pounding Veronica so hard her breasts were being tossed up and down.

  “Put one of her legs on your shoulder and lean into it,” Leather woman demanded.

  As Mr. Dooley accomplished his task, both participants began shouting curse words and moaning loudly.

  Dooley and Veronica came to climax simultaneously.

  I began applauding. The other group mates looked at me in shock. “Come on people, they deserve a hand!” I wasn’t about to be embarrassed.

  David joined me and a few seconds later the rest of the class did as well.

  “I was going to suggest thanking our guests, but I see you all are already thanking them. Thank you, class, for showing your appreciation. Now, the point here is to allow yourself to be vocal. A simultaneous orgasm is not easy to achieve. When a woman allows herself to make a little noise, her partner knows he’s doing something right. Same thing for the men. Women like to know they feel good to you, so let them know. When each party knows their partner is feeling as pleased as they are, the mutual pressure builds to an amazing level. Now, each of you have a room number. You will go to the room with that number taped to the door. Someone will be with you shortly.”

  “This is new,” David said. “Alone in a room with you during group.”

  “That was wild. I think I like that we never know what to expect when we come here.” I threw my arms around David. “It’s good to see you. And before we leave, I’d like to get your number, if that’s okay.”

  “Yeah, I kicked myself quite a few times for forgetting that.”

  The door opened to the room. “Hello, Candy and David.” Linda was smiling. “Since you two have already had intercourse, you two aren’t getting the shock the others are. Tonight, you two will have sex. I want to hear you. You two need to make noise, to allow your partner to hear your pleasure. Even if you’ve done this in the past, it’s an important exercise and important to know it’s okay.”

  “So . . . we just have sex then go home?” David asked.

  “Well, you must leave my office, but what you do after that is up to you. Now, I will be walking the halls listening. If I don’t hear what I’m looking for, I’ll be back, so don’t be startled if the door opens.” Linda smiled. “There are condoms next to the bed. Use them.”

  Once she closed the door behind her, David and I looked at each other and started laughing.

  “I’ve never been ordered to have sex with someone before.” David laughed as he kicked his shoes off.

  “Let’s make this easy and just get naked and jump in the bed. Sound good?” I started to feel awkward and wanted that feeling to go away.

  “Sure,” he said with a huge grin on his face.

  I undressed as quickly as I could while trying to look graceful then climbed on the bed.

  “I’m a little nervous,” David admitted.

  “Me too.”

  He stretched out next to me and pulled me in for a kiss. “But I’m very excited after watching that performance.”

  His lips were warm as they pressed into mine. Inhaling as I kissed him, I felt my pulse race. He smelled heavenly.

  His hand slid down my side and then my stomach making its way between my legs. He started massaging my clitoris gently. My body reacted instantly and I felt myself moisten.

  In kind I grasped his shaft with my hand, stroking him gently. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. He slid his arm under my hips and rolled me onto my back, moving his face quickly between my legs. His tongue felt like something magical once it reached me. My legs began quivering. He slid his fingers inside me and the moaning was easy to release.

  “Oh David! Right there. You got it!” I didn’t hold back. Linda was listening and I would rather she didn’t come in the room and hand me a megaphone or something ridiculous. David was doing a good job, so there was no harm.

  He started humming while he orally pleasured me. The vibration of his mouth on me along with his fingers inside me felt exquisite.

  He reached over and grabbed a condom, frantically trying to open the package. I wanted him to hurry as well. I wanted him inside me so bad I could hardly stand it.

  He quickly rolled the latex over his erection and rather abruptly thrust it into me. “Oh yeah!”

  I had to fight a giggle. The urge to laugh fled quickly as he started fucking me hard. Clearly, we were both worked up from watching someone else have sex in front of us.

  “You’re so wet, so tight,” he said.

  “You feel so good. I’ve missed you.” I admitted. My face burned red. I couldn’t believe I had said that.

  David smiled then kissed me while still thrusting inside me.

  I fought for air. “Can we try something?”

  “What?” he gasped.

  “Um, doggy style.
” I was so embarrassed I buried my face in his chest as soon as the words fled my mouth.

  He made a sound deep in his throat. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He pulled out of me and flipped me over.

  I scrambled to my hands and knees.

  He was more gentle entering me from behind, but only for a moment. He leaned into me, reaching around and massaging my clit while he thrust me from behind. The sensation was so overwhelming I nearly lost my mind.

  I started bucking, fighting between rubbing myself on his fingers and pushing back hard on his cock.

  Linda must have been pleased with the amount of noise emanating from our room. She should have been. It was loud. David couldn’t articulate words, but his groans and partial words were loud enough to tell me he was having as intense of an experience as I was having.

  Finally I understood something he was trying to say. “Grab my balls, please. Grab ‘em.” He was gasping for air as much as I was.

  I obliged by reaching my hand threw my legs and placing my palm on his balls and gently grasping them with my fingers.

  “Squeeze,” he begged.

  I was already near climax and having a hard time holding myself up. When he gave one big hard thrust, my face was forced into the pillow as I let out a scream of pleasure.

  He let out a deep low sound and collapsed on the bed next to me.

  We were both drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

  “Whoa,” he said.

  “Agreed,” I said smiling.

  This had to be the most odd and most intense experience to date. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and go to sleep.

  “I want my bed,” David snickered. “I could pass out right now.”

  “Me too. Here,” I got out of bed and retrieved my cell from my bag. “What’s your number?”

  He gave it to me and I called his cell from mine.

  “Thank you, now I have your number.” David’s handsome smile was calling me back to bed. I wanted to snuggle with him in the worst way, but I was also exhausted.

  I started to dress. David, following my lead, did so as well.

  My legs shook as I tried to put on my jeans. I had to sit on the bed to get the job done.

  “You smell fantastic,” David cooed in my ear. “All I smell is lavender.”

  “That’s one of my new client’s products. I’m in advertising. She gave me samples. It’s bath oil and it is tremendous.” I laughed. “What sort of guy knows what lavender smells like.”

  “The sort that lived among lavender fields.” He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

  We walked out together and said our goodbyes.

  Once back home, I took a hot shower and settled in bed with a movie.

  HONESTY

  Thursday was much more productive as I rediscovered my focus. I took on three more large clients. Olivia was now extremely busy and seemingly very happy in her new position. I found the business card for my personal shopper, Sheila, in my drawer and sent her on a mission to find me a sexy outfit for Friday.

  “What’s the occasion?” she asked.

  “I’m meeting someone and hope to have sex, but I don’t want to look desperate or like a total whore.”

  “Done. I’ll deliver it this evening at six.” Sheila hung up before I had a chance to say anything else. She was all business.

  “Candy,” Olivia said popping her head in the door. “Do you mind if I take off?”

  It was three o’clock in the afternoon. “You’re here early every day. Go on, get out of here. Forward your calls to voice mail or in here.”

  “Already done.” She winked and closed the door behind her.

  Turning in my chair I gazed out my window at the city below. I had already come so far from where I started. My divorce felt like a death to me. But from the ashes of my marriage I had risen like a phoenix reborn from the flames of disaster. I got a promotion at work, I was now starting to become very sexually active having sex that was actually gratifying.

  The transformation felt weird, it felt wonderful. I felt the confidence I was gaining sexually oozing its way into my professional life. I was landing more accounts, coming up with ideas easier and meeting new people with more ease than ever before. I was smart enough to know that Freud connected sex to everything. Maybe he was a genius.

  I had a brand new wardrobe, new hair and resources when I needed a change. Olivia was working out better than I had expected. She was exceeding my expectations by leaps and bounds and was a pleasure to have around. We had never spoken about our sexual encounter and we were both happier that way. I wanted to be her friend and colleague, nothing more.

  My cell phone rang, shaking me from my deep thought. It was Stacy, she wanted to meet after work on Friday. I felt guilty for putting her off until Saturday. When I clicked off my cell, I saw the time. I had to rush to get back home in time to meet Sheila.

  “I bought two different outfits. If you don’t like one, I can take it back, or you can keep both. First,” she unzipped a garment bag. “I have this purple dress.”

  “It looks like a shirt.”

  “It’s modeled after the bag shirt, yet a bit more appealing. It’s cool, helping to keep the sweat level down. Since you’re meeting someone you want to get close to, we want to keep you sweat free. Paired with these leather boots, you’ll do well in a martini bar or a dance club. Next, I have these loose fitting slacks, heeled sandals and a bustier. This is nice when you fear sitting on a bar stool, and not wanting people to look up your skirt. The bustier is very sexy, while the pant is less revealing. The sandals are cute and can even be worn to a casual event.”

  I loved them both. “Damn, now I have to choose which one I want to wear tomorrow! Thank you, Sheila. You did fantastic as usual.”

  “Look, if it were me, I’d wear the dress. You have great legs, show them.” Sheila, in true Sheila fashion, turned and walked back out my front door without allowing me to say anything in return.

  I had to learn to trust the people I turned to for help. Sitting on the couch, I opened my laptop and typed in the address of the site Linda gave me. I opened the last message I had received from James and Janette. It said that they were offline, but that I could send a message.

  I am in no way making promises. As I said I am new to this. But I will be there for drinks on Friday, wearing a purple dress.

  I clicked send. I didn’t expect a reply, as the screen said they were not online.

  Hello Dirty White Candy! It’s nice to hear from you. We have no expectations. Drinks are just a meet and greet. We will meet, drink, chat and decide if we even like the personalities of the others. We all have to mesh well. Do not fret. We have no expectations. We would like to be the ones to pay for drinks if you find that acceptable. We look forward to meeting you.

  I smiled. These people were going above and beyond to make me comfortable already. The messages seemed a bit formal. Maybe they were snobs.

  Thank you. I can accept drinks being your treat. See you then. ~Candy

  I closed my laptop. A bit of disbelief was looming. But these people knew Linda and I was paying Linda good money to look out for my best interest in this area of my life. If she told them to be on the lookout for me, she must have had a reason why.

  Part of me wondered if I should slow down. The other part wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to experience everything I had been missing during my miserable marriage to what’s-his-face. Every experience I had made me crave more. I craved more people, more experience, more knowledge and a hell of a lot more body-quaking-mind-blowing orgasms.

  I needed to get my mind off sex for a while. There was a slight desire to call John to see if he wanted to visit, but that would just result in sex. He was too damned hot to resist unless I was already sore. So I called Stacy to confirm drinks on Saturday and curled up with a good Paranormal Romance novel.

  The book I was reading wasn’t my favorite, but it was good enough to get my mind on the lives
of fictional characters instead of my own life.

  A text had rung in on my phone.

  John: Thinking of you. Been thinking of you all damned week.

  John, I was thinking of you. I actually almost asked you to come over, but not really up for sex tonight and you are too hard to resist.

  John: I can be ugly.

  Be as ugly as you can. I have an hour before I need to get to bed.

  He had to make it down two flights of stairs. I ran into the bathroom, throwing my hair in a clip and adding a bit more blush. He was already ringing the bell.

  I looked through the peep hole. He had another damned bottle of wine. How was I going to resist him after a few glasses of wine? I opened the door.

  He stood there in pajama bottoms that were old and worn and an old t-shirt. His attempt to be ugly just made him sexier.

  Dammit.

  “Come on in,” I said, stepping aside.

  He walked straight to the kitchen.

  Oh God his ass looks good in those pants. Is he wearing underwear? I had to shake it off. I was like a dog in heat. I may as well put my knees on the edge of the couch and my face on the cushion and offer myself up like an animal.

  “Opener is in here, right?” He had it in his hand before I could answer. “So, you’ll never guess what I did this evening.”

  “You’re right, I’ll never guess. So why don’t you tell me?” I could smell his body wash. I wanted to sniff his neck.

  “I not only accepted an offer on one of my buildings, but on two of them. Two buildings will close in a month. I have you to thank for that. The mail hit on Tuesday and the calls started coming. The buildings have been showing all week. Tonight, two offers.”

  “That’s fantastic!” I squealed like a teenage girl.

  “So, I went out and bought the most expensive bottle of wine I could afford and waited to call you. I didn’t actually have the balls to call, so I sent you a text. But I wanted to celebrate with the phenomenal woman who made it all possible.” He slid a glass to me. “To the best damned Advertising Executive in the world. You did in one week what I haven’t been able to do all year with my realtor.”

  “All I did was make the right people aware of your awesome buildings. You did the hard part. But, congratulations, my friend. Cheers.”