Message-ID: <12686eli$9807022345@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Rock Hancock" Subject: Candy Girl 1:repost,M/F,cons,gang,oral,food fun Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980702201009.8234.qmail@hotmail.com> ========================================================== WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at least 18 years of age then exit this file now. If you do not like graphic sex, you probably wouldn't be viewing this story anyhow. Enjoy. This is a fantasy romp and is fun for everyone. You may reach the author at rock_hancock@hotmail.com ========================================================== M/F, cons, gang, oral, food fun Candy Girl by Rock Hancock Candy admired her sleek body in the mirror of her dressing room. She had long shiny red hair almost to her ass. Her eyes were sparkling blue in a face gently tanned. She winked at herself as she applied the pale pink lipstick required for her costume. She dabbed the excess, moistened her lips, and pronounced the task of dressing completed. Stepping back she gave herself a last minute appraisal. Her costume consisted of a white blouse stretched taut over her 38D breasts and tight hot-pants just barely long enough to cover her pussy in pink satin material. The crack of her ass could be clearly seen between her luscious globes. Panty hose covered her long shapely legs; their sheerness added to the illusion of tanned nudity. Six-inch spike heels in patent leather black completed the outfit. Like Good n Plenty candies, she was dressed as befitted her name in pink and white. Candy waited for her cue to go onstage and picked her one prop for tonight's performance, a sucker about 3 inches long shaped exactly like a cock, a small one to be sure. The house had a rule about such props and she was not allowed to use a full-sized sucker, commonly referred to as a "cock-sucker." She shrugged, since the law only allowed topless dancing, she couldn't use a full-sized cock-sucker in the way she really wanted anyhow. She certainly could not put on the kind of show she knew the audience wanted. Sighing, she slipped the cock-sucker inside her nude-look bra for later use. Finally it was Candy's turn to dance. The other girls had warmed up the crowd. Most of them used scarves, or boas and danced around a shiny brass pole as lewdly and sensuously as they could. One gal had a teddy bear which she pretended was sucking her tits and at the finale, she fucked it against her cloth-covered cunt several times to the uproarious delight of the crowd. Candy stepped on stage and located Walter, her boyfriend, in the front row. She put her tipbox down near the front of the stage and close to Walter. Candy never stopped her dance to collect her tips like most of the girls. In this state, the customers were not allowed to touch the women, so she would have to take the money from their hands with hers, ruining the illusion she was creating for the men. Candy preferred they put the money in the box and enjoy her show. She strutted her stuff to the music of the "Candyman" and showed off her fantastic body before getting down to the real striptease. She twirled and gyrated, kicking up her long legs. She arched her back, making her lovely melons press against the fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were always hard in these performances and the cold AC made them stand out stiffer than usual under the smoky blue lights of the club. Dancing was a real turn-on for Candy and she loved the two hundred or more pairs of staring eyes eagerly trying to glimpse as much of her body as possible. As the song went into the second verse, Candy started peeling her blouse off slowly - one button at a time. After undoing each button, she would draw out the anticipation. Seductively, she slid her hands down over her pink hot-pants and slowly drew them up over her love mound. All the while, she would moan and shake her head from side to side and thrust her hips forward against her hands. The audience grew wild with whistles and applause at this lewd behavior. Candy had the crowd spellbound and already her box was filling with tips, mostly ones. She knew the fives, tens and even twenties would be added soon enough. Unfastening the last button, Candy wiggled out of her blouse. The crowd could clearly see her tanned tits through the lacy bra. At this point, she pulled the sucker out of her bra and showed it to the crowd. She held the handle and jacked the sucker part up and down with the other hand and frowned as it didn't grow any larger. The crowd laughed and many men offered to let her use a bigger - much bigger - cock. Finally shrugging her shoulders, Candy made an exaggerated "O" and popped the cock-sucker into her mouth. She slid it in and out several times as if she sucked on the real thing. Then she undid her lacy bra and twirled it around her head several times while dancing up and down the stage pretending to look for a receiver. Of course, she threw it to Walter who expertly caught it and eagerly sniffed the two large cups. He draped the bra around his neck and continued watching Candy's performance. Candy's perfectly tanned tits jiggled enticingly, bouncing her stiffened cherry-like nipples for the audience's delight. Her nipples pointed slightly upward. They were a dark red with deeper burgundy aureoles surrounding them. Her breasts were silken smooth, firm and full, like luscious canteloupes. They were also as evenly tanned as the rest of her body, except for a small heart of untanned flesh on her left breast. No silicone here, only real warm female flesh and lots of it. Now Candy played the cock-sucker over each nipple, making the nipple shine with her saliva and grow even harder. She fondled and caressed her tits, squeezing the melons together. She slid the cock-sucker up and down her incredible cleavage. The audience went wild and Candy knew every cock in the house was trying to rip through its owner's pants. God, she thought, if only she could give all those hard cocks the attention they desired. The thought made her already wet pussy throb with eagerness and a deep hunger. Finally after teasing the audience with her playful antics, she popped the cock-sucker back into her mouth to the appreciative moans of the crowd and started unzipping her hot-pants. Slowly, she slid the shiny pink pants down her long legs and let them drop near her blouse. If any newcomers expected to see her luscious firebush, they were disappointed. The law didn't allow total nudity. In fact, it had very stringent requirements, to wit: "Any exotic dancer must wear a costume of an opaque material sufficient to cover the vagina, all pubic hair, and 40% of her buttocks." Nobody knew how you determined 40% of asscheeks, though Candy felt sure many men would love to measure hers. Anyhow, that was the law and she now wore a tiny bikini, not quite a thong - that would be illegal. Candy's bikini was as damn small as she could find and still be legal. She really wanted to strip completely and give these men a show they would never forget - but not in this state. Again, she danced up and down the stage so the entire audience coud get an eye-full of the nearly naked dancer. She turned for them and jutting her shapely ass at the crowd, she slipped her hands inside the bikini and shoved the material into her ass crack. In effect, she created a thong and allowed them to see all of her gorgeous asscheeks. The Hell with that 40% shit, she thought. The crowd howled in delight and money overflowed her tipbox. Finally, she turned around and taking the cock-sucker out of her mouth, Candy rubbed it up and down her bikini-clad pussy. The closer men could easily see the wet spot outlining her love tunnel. She made thrusting motions with her hips and slipped her hand down inside her bikini. She made fucking motions with the tiny cock-sucker, shoving the material into her love canal. She pushed her bikini down almost to the slit of her pussy. Her clit throbbed hard against her middle finger, but she couldn't let anyone see that precious beauty. Those in the front row, especially Walter, did catch a full view of her luscious mound and the curly red hair covering it. Her firebush glistened wetly as she rolled the cock-sucker around in it. The Hell with that covering pubic hair shit too, she thought. Candy believed in pushing the envelope and she did it every chance she could. A stern look from the owner told her she had pushed as far as she could go. Reluctantly, Candy pulled her bikini back into place. She put the cock-sucker back into her mouth, bowed to the audience and picked up her tipbox. Strutting off stage to loud applause, Candy winked at Walter and blew him a kiss. She definitely had plans for him tonight. Candy pocketed her tips and changed into street clothes while waiting for Walter. He soon joined her. "Wow baby. You sure gave them a show they'll never forget. I can't believe you showed so much of your pussy. You know that's illegal. You're lucky an inspector wasn't in the audience." "Yeah, I know, but they all wanted to see it." Candy planted a deep French kiss on Walter's mouth, tonguing him deeply and fondling his limp cock through his pants. She broke the kiss and continued, "You know how hot dancing makes me. We have to move somewhere so I can dance completely nude. God, I bet just doing a dance in the buff would make me cum." Candy laughed and kept working on Walter's hardening cock. "Oh baby. You best wait until we get home before you start something you can't finish here." Walter, reluctantly pushed her hand away from his erection and held the door of the club open for her. While they walked to the car, he spoke again. "Maybe I can do something about your dancing wish." "Honey, you do. I love dancing for you at home and the fucking that follows is the hottest, but I meant in front of a crowd like tonight. There is just something so hot about all those hungry men feasting their eyes on me like I was... was...." "Good n Plenty candies?" Walter offered. She laughed and they got into Walter's red Camaro convertible. Since it was a warm summer night, he had the top down. Gunning the engine, he backed out of the parking lot. A block away, they took the ramp to the Interstate. Candy had her hand in Walter's lap and was teasing his erection mercilessly through his pants. Walter quickly brought the convertible up to speed and set the cruise control at 70 mph. Candy quickly unbuckled his jeans, unzipped his fly and fished his hard cock out of its prison. Now she was ready for the "driving game" as they called it. Throbbing and rock-hard, his cock stood a full 9 inches long, at least half of it sticking above her small fist. Walter heaved a sigh of relief as Candy's mouth circled his man-sized sucker. She went to work on it with a happy eagerness. With her other hand, she managed to work his pants down far enough to get to his massive balls. She fondled and rubbed them gently in her hand. Candy could not quite swallow Walter's mammoth cock, but it sure was fun trying. She loved to be stuffed at both ends and this was just the start of things. Sucking Walter's cock while speeding down the highway at 70 gave her almost as much thrill as dancing totally nude for a crowd, Candy thought. She felt Walter's love juice seep out and eased off his cock. She licked the clear fluid clean on the tip and stopped jacking him for a minute. "Ahhhhhhh. Don't stop. I don't want to play the game." Walter moaned. "I'm ready to cum." "No way," Candy said, "we've only gone 2 miles. It's 30 more to the house. I want my sucker to last at least long enough to get home." She let go of his hot organ completely at that point and sat back in her seat. Walter breathed heavily, his cock throbbed in the hot night air between the steering wheel and his belly. It was definitely lonely without Candy's mouth and hand. Slowly, Walter eased the cruise control up. "Okay honey. You can suck it some more. I won't cum until we get to the house. Geesh, just give me a break here; let me do 75. I'm so hot from watching you dance." "Put that cruise back to 70. If you try that again I'll make you slow down to 65." Walter groaned, but eased the speed back to the limit. He knew Candy loved this game and he wasn't going to get a break tonight. The good news: Candy quickly went back to work on his cock. This was a game they often played on the road. Candy loved to suck cock. Cocks were her suckers as she called them, the cum was her cockcandy and she couldn't get enough of it. She dreamed of having an all-day sucker, but so far no man could last anywhere near the whole day. Walter was the best she had met so far. Once she kept him going for a full hour - a 70 mile drive out into the desert. Then she let him cum and he filled her mouth with a gallon of jism, or so it seemed to her. Then under the stars, he stuffed that 9 inch cock into her pussy and came 3 more times. He really filled her up that night. She lost count of the climaxes she had as she howled in primitive lust at the full moon everytime she came. She spent the night beneath his bucking, super hot, super hard, fucking body and loved every second of it. The only sad thing she remembered now was that 4 times was Walter's cum limit. She had to wait until the following evening before having him stuff her yearning always-hungry pussy again. "Ahhhhhhhh," Walter's moans brought Candy out of her reverie and she realized that he was nearing an orgasm again. Quickly, she took her mouth off his cock, slowed her hand down and prepared to stop. She kept her sensitive fingers on his balls and around the base of his rod. She had almost a sixth sense and knew when a man was about to explode. She had been with Walter long enough to tease him like a fine-tuned violin. She could take him higher than he ever imagined before meeting her and still let him down gently before crisis - only to take him even higher again. Candy sat up for a minute, letting Walter cool down a bit. She knew from the landmarks of the city, they were still 15 miles from home, the cruise was still set to 70. She knew he hadn't changed it on her, because she could see the speedometer from his lap. Walter had called her bluff only once before and she had made him pay by dropping it all the way down to 55. It had been delicious torture for both of them getting home that night. "I'm okay, baby. You can suck me," Walter said, his voice husky. "We're almost there." He sighed, knowing his reward would come - or cum - in the driveway of their house. Good, Candy thought, she loved to suck her candymeat, but her pussy was aching with it's own hunger. After making Walter cum, he'd be more than happy to lick her off a couple of times. By then he'd be ready to start fucking her for the rest of the night. Candy knew very well how to play his next 3 orgasms to spread them out and make Walter last until sunrise. The thought made her giddy with anticipation. She returned her attention to Walter's throbbing hard-on, licking off the clear juice and sucking up and down on it, gently, carefully, stuffing her mouth full of the hot cockmeat. Yummy, she thought, so hot now and eager. She could feel it ready to explode and only her careful playing kept that from happening too soon. Finally, she heard the crunch of gravel as they drove up the driveway. Candy stepped up her sucking and jacking as Walter turned off the engine and leaned the seat back. This made it even easier for Candy to get at her sucker and she did so with relish. "Ahhhhhhh. Oooooooohhhhh. I'm going to cum," Walter moaned. "Oh baby, I'm going to explode." Candy redoubled her efforts and sucked as much of Walter's cock down her throat as possible and jacked him hard as well. Teasing time was over and now it was cumming time. She used both hands to jack his cock and squeeze his balls. Walter was moaning and crying in pleasure. She thought she heard some other noises, but dismissed them as she was busy with one of her greatest pleasures - sucking cock. "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH. I'M CUMMMING," Walter screamed and his cock erupted in Candy's mouth. He bucked up against her face, shoving his pumping cock deeper into her throat. Candy swallowed quickly to keep up with the spurting shots of hot liquid pouring down her throat. She wanted all the cumcandy she could get, but Walter spewed so much that some of the delicious cream dribbled down her chin. Candy kept working on his cockmeat trying to get every last squirt. Finally, she felt Walter growing limp and she reluctantly let his meat slip out of her still sucking mouth, savoring the last cum drops. Candy lifted her head, wiping the cum dribble from her chin and pushing it into her mouth. She inspected Walter's cock for any missed cumcandy and seeing none, she sat up. As she did so, she stared into the faces of three other men. They were leaning over the doors of the convertible and practically in the front seat with her and Walter. "What the fuck?" She cried out in surprise. She knew the men. They were three of her best customers at the dance club, but what the hell were they doing in her driveway? Judging from the grins on their faces, they had been here long enough to see her latest performance. "What the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck's going on, Walter?" "Now honey. I said I was planning to make your wish come true. You know, your dream of dancing in the nude," Walter answered. "Hi guys. Did you bring the stuff I asked?" The men nodded yes and stepped back, rubbing the erections in their pants. Walter zipped up and started to get out of the convertible. "Go ahead and take it inside and we'll be there in a minute." He tossed the house keys to one of the men. "What stuff?" Candy asked. She was over her initial surprise and not at all embarrassed that these men had watched her perform oral sex on Walter. And Walter had said something about helping her fulfill her dream of nude dancing. These guys - Matt, John, and Danny - were her three most loyal customers. They were the best tippers and she always imagined they had the biggest cocks in the house - not counting Walter, of course. Who better to put on a show for than these men? Besides her pussy ached with its insatiable need to be fucked. Candy followed Walter around to the trunk of the car with thoughts of multiple fuckings tonight with multiple guys. Walter retrieved a case of champagne from the trunk and headed for the house. "So you want me to dance for the four of you, right?" She hoped the answer would be yes. It seemed like that was the plan, but she didn't want to make a dumb mistake, misinterpret anything, or get Walter mad. "...in the nude. Right?" she added. "Oh baby, that's exactly right. At least that's how we're going to start, my Candy girl. I have some other ideas for later," he said. "Oh. like what? I'm hot to dance. You know that but what else are you thinking?" she asked. Music greeted their ears as they entered the house and Candy followed Walter to the kitchen. He put four bottles of champagne into a cooler of ice. Then he turned to Candy. "We're going to play Walter is the boss' now. Remember the rules? Number 1: I won't answer any questions. Number 2: You will do everything I say. Remember?" he asked and leaned over and kissed her deeply. Candy prolonged the tonguing kiss, knowing that Walter was savoring the salty taste left from his cum in her mouth. Walter is the boss is a game they invented about the same time as the driving game. Walter said it was only fair that he be allowed to dictate the sexual activity sometimes, since she ruled the driving game. end of part one. Please continue with Part 2 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----