Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1
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What would it be like to be someone’s fantasy? If I agreed, she would get all she wanted. I could fulfill all of her fantasies. She could treat me like her slave and they could both have their way with me. There was risk, of course. What if I ruined it? What if I hated it? If I made it stop, would she hate me?
The shaking had stopped and I could hear whispers, but I was too focused on my own thought to listen.
The night had been full of sex and pleasure. I had already had a few orgasms. So had they. It was clear James enjoyed pleasing his wife. Having two women at his disposal – what guy wouldn’t want that?
It wouldn’t be difficult. All I had to do was roll over and whisper in her ear. A few small words and I could be her hero, her fantasy would come true. If I did this for them, maybe they would help me live out a crazy fantasy once I had one.
The bed started to shake again. James was fucking the hell out of his wife… and I was getting excited pretending to be asleep.
I rolled over and whispered in Jeanette’s ear. “I’m going to keep on pretending I’m asleep. Do whatever you want as long as you don’t hurt me. I have to be home by four Saturday afternoon.”
Jeanette looked stunned. She looked at James who was still having sex with her, then let out a yowl.
He looked at me. “How did you do that?”
She was clamped around him in orgasm that had him forced into release as well.
“What did she say?” he asked.
She laughed as she gasped for air. “I get my fantasy.”
THE JOURNEY
I sat in the tub. I was sore. Every part of me was sore. I can’t believe I agreed to that. What was I thinking? The sex was unbelievable, but I had bruises now.
Jeanette didn’t hurt me on purpose; she just got carried away tying up my legs. I had been stretched into positions I didn’t know existed.
I was supposed to meet Stacy in a little over an hour. I had to get out of the tub, but the hot water was soothing my aching muscles. I had not ever had sex for eight hours off and on before. I could hardly walk, my lady bits were so tender.
Jeanette’s fantasy was so involved she did everything from using my naked body as a buffet to fucking me with every piece of equipment she had in her arsenal. To her credit, she was as sore as I was due to the fact that James took Viagra not once, but twice during our little rendezvous.
Even James admitted that he was so chafed that he and Jeanette would have to wait a few days before they touched each other at all.
I smiled. Through the stiff muscles, the rug burn, the sore vagina and slight bruising from the ropes, I had more multi-plateaued orgasms than I ever had before. I didn’t even know it was possible.
My cell phone rang in a text. I leaned out of the tub to grab it from the counter. It was a message from Stacy. Bad Thai food for her meant I could stay in the tub.
I vaguely remembered the journey. The memories of less than stellar sex and years of having to provide my own orgasms were now falling away. I had the confidence and the means to have them and have them often.
How did I get here?
My cell rang again and I groaned as I reached out to retrieve it again, holding it out from the tub so I didn’t get it wet. It was a picture message from Jeanette. She had bruises as well and was apologizing profusely.
I sent her a quick message thanking her for a wonderful weekend. It never did any good telling someone not to feel bad anyway.
Having a night to myself and a hot bath to soak in, I grabbed the remote for the TV I had installed in the bathroom. I never used it before. There were several times I questioned why I had put it there to begin with, but now I was happy I did. I found a movie, grabbed my glass of wine and sank down to my chin.
If I were going to keep this up, I was going to need a personal trainer to whip me into shape. I felt as if I had run a marathon. It would take some stamina to be Dirty White Candy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anita Cox is a pen name. Anita has been publishing general fiction under her real name for nearly seven years. After meeting with a little old lady named Phyllis who runs a swinger’s club, Anita was inspired to write erotic fiction.
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A NOTE FROM MISS COX
I sincerely hope you enjoyed the first book in my Dirty White Candy series. Authors rely on reviews, so if you would be so kind to go back to where you purchased my book and write a brief review, I would be very grateful.
Thank you for taking your time to read my novel!
If you enjoyed it, you may be happy to know that Dirty White Candy (Ultimate Vacation), or Book 2 in the series, is available for purchase. Books 3 and 4 are well underway!