Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  With his hands and mouth, nothing he did was gentle, everything being a bit uncomfortable on top of wonderful. He rose up again, and proceeded to slap me across the face.

  Following it by holding my cheeks and shoving another deep kiss down my throat. It was strange, it was cruel, and I wanted more of it above all. It seemed so reckless and unloving, but the adrenaline, oh, he was so right about the adrenaline.

  As he was kissing me, his long arms reached down to my panties, fondling me through the fabric. It seemed as if he were only doing it to get a reaction out of me, something that would make me agonize, and feel shame that I was enjoying being used like this. As the hard kiss broke, he looked me right in the eyes, "You're such a little slut that all of this is making you sopping wet, isn't it?"

  I couldn't help but nod softly, knowing a lie was pointless. I was a dirty slut, and I wondered what he would think when he learned I was somehow paradoxically a virgin and a slut at the same time?

  Even as I enjoyed the little ripples of delight going through my body as he used me, he wasn't content with my nervous smile and shameful coos.

  He pulled at my panties, only this time I was able to throw up my legs to let them slide down my body before he so unceremoniously destroyed them. He instead flung them across the room, not giving a damn once he had me fully naked in front of him.

  So bare, so vulnerable at that moment, I looked away from him. I knew that he was into me, but never before had I been like this in front of man.

  The whole roleplay seemed to suddenly stop. "You can't be serious."

  "Wait, what?" I raised an eyebrow, pushing myself up. I looked up and down my body. Did he suddenly find me hideous. "What's wrong? Is it me?"

  "No, no, Olivia. You're absolutely beautiful."

  "What did I do?"

  "The way you're acting. Your lack of eye contact. You're way too anxious for the type of girl you act like. You're a virgin."

  I couldn't look at him, feeling embarrassed by the fact somehow. It felt like a point of pride to many women, yet his tone made me feel like it was shame. "I'm sorry. Do I have to leave?"

  "What? No!" His response was sudden and quick. "I just can't believe you're a virgin. You're sex on two legs, the world's biggest flirt, and you're a virgin letting me bite your breasts, tear off your clothes and everything else?"

  "I'm liking what you're doing," I said, scratching my hair, nervous and feeling even more vulnerable and naked. Which was something, given my actual nudity.

  He let out a brief laugh, and smiled once more. "If you want your first time to be like this, who am I to say no? Just remember the words I told you."

  Apples of the green variety were the last thing on my mind.

  Daniel didn't hesitate for long before he resumed his assault. Another harsh yet sensual kiss, his hand running down my body, slapping my breast. There was an admiration that went along with the minor violence. "Still have no idea what you were waiting for, a body like this could get anyone."

  "I didn't want anyone. I wanted something more. I wanted someone," I stopped myself from saying rich. "I wanted someone genuine. Real. Someone who wasn't just a greedy husk or a human being."

  "Nice flattery," he smiled, his grin looking ever so slightly evil. "You're mine now, Olivia. There's no stopping me now."

  Unless I wanted it to, anyway - and I sure as hell didn't want it to stop.

  My pussy now naked and bare, his fingers slithered down there, over my clit, and thrust themselves into my body. I was already so wet for him, so ready for something far thicker and more virile than his fingers. The fantasy though, gave him control, as was the nature of it.

  What he wanted to do I was sure wouldn't end up disappointing me.

  I wasn't wrong, but I was very surprised.

  His movement was swift and sudden, and his fingers started rubbing my clit.

  Fast. Rough, beating the thing like it owed him money.

  The surge through me was just as sudden. Electricity shot through my body, shuddering through me again and again as he rubbed my nub.

  It was a tactically focused attack and my inexperienced body was reacting just like he had planned all along. I was moaning, my back arching, it was happening quick. The way he was touching that most sensitive part of my body was making me uncomfortable, but natural response quickly outweighed it.

  Ecstasy was flooding over me and fast. I fought it, not wanting to cum so easily but I couldn't help it. I wasn't able to resist it and I screamed out as the sudden explosion hit me and washed over my body so completely.

  I fell back onto the bed, already panting, cold sweat going down my brow. Only then did he finally stop rubbing my clit with such ruthless abandon. "You... you asshole," I managed to murmur.

  "Oh? You're blaming me that you cum so quickly from a little fingering? Bitches like you, Olivia, are the type who cum from anything. Guys roughing them up, guys simply laying a finger on their pussy. Jesus, you really are a slut."

  "Just a little fingering?" I was almost angry at his words. Almost.

  As feeling returned to my body post-orgasm, I pushed myself up, watching as Daniel finished tossing away his shirt and letting his black dress pants fall to the floor. All that was left was a tent in his boxers and that didn't last too long either as he pushed them to floor, letting his cock spring out, erect and more than ready for whatever devious thing he was planning on doing with it.

  He reached for my head, and yanked me forward. It hurt a bit, but the adrenaline pumped through me and made me realize I didn't mind it all that much. One foot on the bed, he brought my face towards his cock. "If you wanna be with me, Olivia, you're going to learn to suck my cock just the way I like it."

  I flashed him a devilish stare, my eyes lowering and settling on the mighty rod that was in front of me. The heat radiated off of it to my face, and I had to admit, I was a bit intimidated.

  "Lick it, slut."

  I swallowed, and slowly obeyed, pushing my tongue out of my mouth and licking the head of it.

  "Lick it like you like it, and I know you do."

  Obeying, I licked it up and down, roaming his shaft. He groaned ever so softly from my worship. He still had his hands on my hair, using it to control me, still pulling at my roots with a good deal of cruelty with everything that he was doing. He urged me down towards his balls, shaking them into my face.

  "Suck on them. Suck on them like you're an idiot and you think that's the best way to get the cum out of them."

  Again pushing me, I opened my mouth and took his sack into my mouth, having him lay them on my tongue, forcing me to lick them. To suck on them. Heavy and strong, he was more than full of seed, all of it ready and yearning to escape their prison. Sure, it wasn't going to escape from this, but Daniel was liking what I was doing anyway, sucking on him so hard, so completely. His head fell back, another soft groan from him as I kept up my driven and dedicated worship of him.

  The scent, the sweat, it was all the essence of his sheer manliness and I couldn't help but liking it even when I clearly shouldn't of. In a way, it was a giant metaphor for everything he was doing. Slapping me, pulling my hair, using my own body against me, and generally abusing me, I should have hated every single thing about it. Having his balls shoved down my throat?

  Didn't matter. Liked it anyway.

  He pulled his balls out of my mouth, despite my best efforts at pleasing him.

  "Open up, slut," he demanded.

  I obeyed and was suddenly welcomed with a sudden cock shoved down my throat. He didn't waste any time, throwing me into the deep end with this – with a deep throat. I fought my temptation to gag as my lips rolled over his cock and towards his balls once more.

  He pressed himself deep, daring me to gag, and I sputtered.

  The rush. That's what all this was. All that talk about the primal nature of it all became very clear to me. Adrenaline plays such a big role, and adding a bit of roughness and what may be violence into it just made more of it pump
through me. Sure, my heart would be pounding if I was just trying to suck his cock normally, but as he tried to make me choke on it, I got all the excitement I would have gotten from that and oh so much more.

  Daniel didn't let me choke on him for too long, again yanking his cock out of my mouth only to drive it back in. I struggled to do something besides gag, trying to suck on him, trying to lick him, trying to enjoy him even more.

  He continued to act carelessly, being so rough yet so driven in his movements. He wasn't hitting my face with his cock and balls enough to leave any marks but he was definitely doing enough of it that I would feel it. He went faster and faster, and with every cycle I strove to please him despite his roughness. Even as he thrust deeper, even as he pulled on my hair harder, beating my face with his cock, my lust was still burning for him.

  "Suck it harder," he demanded.

  I muffledly protested, wanting to say that I was doing my damndest, but all that came out was "Mmmf mmvrrmf."

  There were tears in my eyes yes, but I didn't really know why. Everything that was happening was like some sort of sensory overload. Pain, pleasure, it was all the same.

  He kept fucking my mouth like an animal, and I wondered how much of me could he really take. He didn't take long to give me an answer. "I'm not ready to cum just yet." He again denied me his cock, pulling it out of my mouth, and pushing me back down onto the bed. I hit it spread eagle.

  "I still got things I want to do to you, slut." Daniel's words were always accompanied by that satanic smile. He was having the time of his life, knowing that I hadn't yet put a stop to his fun – and that I was liking the way that he was treating me. He climbed on to the bed with me, his hand going to my clit, still sore from the rough way he had forced me to cum earlier. "This cunt belongs to me now, you understand? I can do anything I want to it. Finger it, fuck it, and lick it."

  He dropped his head between my legs and laid a kiss on my nub, and sucked on it. Hard. A jolt of delight shot through me just then. Daniel licked up my juices, sucking on my labia, pulling on those lips, stretching that skin, but was always back there to make sure the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.

  Thrusting his tongue inside me, trying to fuck me just as swiftly and as hard as he had done with fingers moments ago, he was devouring my pussy. Pulling at my clit and every sensitive part down there he was doing well in making me toss and turn under him again. Even as I started to bend to try to cope with the growing ecstasy inside of me, he held me down, making me squirm even more underneath of his devious touch.

  It was weird that he was so good at eating me out, as I never thought it was possibly to roughly eat pussy, but Daniel was all about surprising me. Left and right, he was showing me a whole new and wonderful world tonight.

  Too much was coming my way though, no matter how much I resisted or Daniel helped me fight my bodies natural tendencies. Every lick of my pussy, every suck on my clit, every fucking via his tongue it was all building up to something even stronger than the lightning fast finger fucking he gave me. Pressed hard into the bed, I just twisted in place as the orgasm hit me, a thick thundering wave washing over me again and again, every bit of utter bliss as I screamed his name.

  As I came down from this high, I watched as Daniel looked on, seeing my predicament brought him such great amusement. "Such a slut. You know what? I'm not going to fuck you like a virgin. I'm going to fuck you like the filthy slut that you are."

  I swallowed. Despite how much pain and discomfort had been involved in Daniel's unusual style of lovemaking, I was still anxious about the whole hymen thing, hearing so much about it being terrible and how there would be blood gushing everywhere.

  So far though, everything had ultimately been great. Daniel was very experienced, so I decided to nod and accept it. "Fuck me," I said, softly.

  "Oh, you're asking for it now?"

  I nodded. "Please fuck me," I repeated, panting, not even remotely recovered from the first orgasm let alone the second that I had enjoyed tonight so far. Here I was, begging him for a third. Maybe I really was, unironically, a slut?

  A hand still on my chest, he climbed onto the bed with me, forcing another brash kiss on my lips. His body's presence against mine was so strong and so overwhelming. More nervous than ever before, I felt him loom closer to me, his cock, still rock hard and ready for me, looming at my pussy lips, and ready to push through. "I'm going to take you, Olivia. Going to take you so fucking hard."

  My eyes closed, I prepared myself for what was to come.

  He thrust himself inside me. Suddenly. I had his entire cock buried within me, to the hilt, my pussy lips spreading to accept him so easily.

  My eyes opened in surprise.

  Daniel leaned down and whispered into my ears, the heat of his breath teasing them. "You're so fucking aroused by all this like the dirty bitch you are. It only hurts when girls aren't properly warmed up to it – like cumming twice on my fingers and tongue like the slut you are."

  I couldn't help my laugh, my anxiety all for naught. He started to fuck me, a bit slowly at first, giving me the slightest bit of leeway to adjust to having his cock inside me, but he didn't wait long before pounding me, hard. His hands held down my hands, forcing me to take all of the impact of what he did again and again. Every penetration built on the last, making me lust for more and more of the electric energy he was forging inside of me.

  Faster still he hammered his naked cock into me, making my legs rise up around him as he fucked me. Again, I tossed and turned to deal with the growing ecstasy and orgasm that was stewing so much inside me. He grit his teeth wanting me to only scream louder, trying to go deeper into me, pounding me like I was nothing more than meat designed for him to fuck.

  Even that, though, wasn't enough for Daniel's insatiable lust for rough fucking.

  Withdrawing from me, ever so briefly, he took me by the wrists and urged me to turn over. "I need to fuck you harder, deeper. I need to make you truly feel the power of a cock fucking you as you scream with lust from the first time by a man fucking you like the filthy, disgusting slut you are."

  Now face down on the bed, he didn’t waste time reintroducing his cock into the equation. Daniel thrust himself back into me from behind, squeezing my ass as he did so, and this time he made his words true, fucking me deeper. More than before, I felt him going so much further, to the point that I don't think I could have taken a man much bigger than he was. It was almost on top of everything else, Daniel was physically perfect for me.

  My ass in the air, he fucked my pussy with even greater speed and abandon, quickly building up my next orgasm to be even something greater than everything that had come before it. This time though, he was pressing my face into the bed, muffling my moans of ecstasy with his strength. Every cycle of our lust was rubbing my sensitive breasts and body against the bed. Everything all coming together, the friction of my body against the blankets, his touch, the roughness of the way he was handling me, it was all blending together. Adrenaline pumping more than ever before.

  I wondered why I had waited so damn long to find a man as he fucked me, but reminded myself none of those empty souled assholes could do anything like Daniel. Even in my inexperience, I knew that as absolute fact.

  Holding tight, gritting my teeth, my back arched and I let out one last delightful scream.

  "Scream for me, my little slut."

  With it, came a grand burst of bliss. All the way through my body, I was shaking from the wonderful, powerful feeling that Daniel had delivered to me tonight. It dominated me so completely, and what a feeling being dominated was.

  "Yes, yes, sing for me."

  I did just as he asked.

  "Fuck, you're so tight for a slut. Can't take much more of you Olivia. I should just bust my nut inside of you, shouldn't I?"

  My mind lost to bliss, I found myself subconsciously nodding at his words, wanting him, despite knowing that it was something so risky.

  "You'd like that wouldn't you? Be a useless bre
eder slut on top of it all, taking unprotected loads from guys you just met."

  He kept fucking me, even as I had peaked, dragging out the bliss a little bit longer.

  "No, my seed is too good for a cunt like you," he said, grunting. He pulled out his cock, and it looks that my body was finally too much for his. His manhood shuddered, spurting out blast after blast of cream, exploding outward and onto my back. It felt like so much being rained down on me. Did guys always cum this much?

  I was weary and sore from everything that happened, but I was happy. There was a definite pleasantness to every ache that I was experiencing.

  The puddle of cum on my back did make me yearn for him to have came inside me, making me wonder just how that would have felt on top of everything else he had done to me.

  A warm rag touched down on my back, wiping up the remains of the seed. It was Daniel, still naked, but taking a more tender touch now. "You okay there, Olivia? I get a little out of hand sometimes."

  I flashed him a smile. "I'm fine. Sore, but fine."

  "You're the best fuck I've had in ages. It's wonderful when you find someone into it as you are."

  I blushed through my cold sweat and exhaustion, him wiping me down. The cooling rag against my flesh just felt so good as a follow up. "Surprised at myself, really. That I liked it. But I did, and I guess that's what matters."

  As he cleaned me up, he took me into his arms, such a massive contrast to how he was calling me a bitch and slapping me merely minutes ago. "I didn't mean it, by the way."

  "Hmm? Didn’t mean what?"

  "My seed being too good for a cunt like you? Not at all. I just figured I should play it safe."

  I nodded. "Yeah, I supposed so. Knew that's what you meant. I wouldn't have minded risking it though."

  "What, are you trying to get knocked up on your first time?"

  "What if I am?"

  He shook his head, amused. "Baby crazy already? Maybe you are one of those girls who are just after me to score some sweet child support money."