Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Harsh. Rough. Primal. It was all energy Daniel was fucking me with. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure far outweighed any pain.

  There was something else with it too that was different. The way he was talking. Impregnating me, flooding me with his seed. He was measuring himself last time, showing restraint and control.

  This time? There was no such thing.

  It was a raw, driven fucking, with far more purpose than making me cum alone.

  Although that was still a pretty big part of it.

  Daniel reached for my face, squeezed my cheeks, still fucking me, guiding my moaning face to his. "I'm going to give you what you want you little gold digging slut," he said. "A little bastard. That way you can try to claim child support. That's all a slut like you wants, right? To be fucked and taken care of."

  There were tears in my eyes as I nodded so affirmatively, and I didn't know how much of his assessment I was agreeing with. I wanted this. With him, with Daniel fucking me the way I was sure no man could ever really possibly do so well.

  Everything was coming together. I was on the brink of utter bliss, and I wasn't sure what my body was waiting for. The feeling inside me was so incredible and immense, it was almost torturous that I wasn't getting that final release just yet.

  "It's not going to be like that. No, no child support, cause you're going to stay with me, Olivia, and let me fuck your sweet pussy whenever I want, and do whatever I want to it. That. Includes. This."

  His hands firmly gripped my hips, and I felt his cock begin to shudder within. It began to pulse as it fucked me, firing burst and burst of hot seed inside of me, splashing against my cervix as he did so.

  It was just what I needed for the final release.

  I was sent to heaven just then, and I let out a scream so loud that not even the heavy metal door was going to stop everyone hear how nastily I was being fucked right now. Every surge of seed he fired into me only spiked my orgasm even higher. Just then, I was absolutely overwhelmed with the thoughts of everything that was happening, that I had succeeded, and that Daniel had just said he wanted to make me his, care for me and give me all the fucking I could ever desire.

  It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was the product of our unusual lust.

  Panting, voice hoarse, I could barely hold myself up over the table anymore as Daniel kept his cock buried inside of me.

  "You're mine, now, Olivia. You'll always be my personal slut."

  He let out a deep breath, tragically withdrawing his cock from me. I felt his seed start to leak out and go down my leg. It was such a sweet yet somber feeling, a reminder that my body was nothing more than a depository for his cock. It felt so sinful, so wrong to think of myself like that, while also feeling sexy to do so at the same time.

  It made no sense, really. The human brain is weird, and I decided that if I couldn't make sense of it, I might as well enjoy the weirdness, embrace it. After all, those weird emotions are what landed me Daniel.

  Out of my sight, I felt him futzing around with the handcuffs, undoing them. "You had the key the whole time, didn't you?" I said.

  "Hey, I like you better handcuffed. Maybe I'll restrain you even more next time."

  I smiled as I rubbed my wrist, restoring the feeling to them.

  Daniel then picked up the metal suit case he had brought in with them, flicked the locks, and opened it in front of me. Inside was a beautiful dress, much like the one he had destroyed in our first fling days ago. Beside it, a set of heels. Missing? A pair of bra and panties.

  I guess those were superfluous anyway when I had a man with an appetite like Daniel.

  "Dress yourself. While you're my filthy breeding slut in private, in public, you will be my girlfriend and possibly much more than that."

  Helping me, my body still weak from the wanton fucking he had given me, I slid the dress on, and strapped on the heels.

  I stood before Daniel, and he offered me his arm. "Shall we? I've made dinner plans. I figured you'd be hungry after all that."

  "Oh, I don't mind."

  "Then maybe I'll tear that off your body again and ravish you like an animal again. Fuck, I'm tempted to do that right now." His words were honest, and even though he had covered himself once more, I got the idea that his cock was already ready to escape and fuck again. "Sadly, I only brought the dress. I lack foresight sometimes. Forgive me."

  Together, we walked out of the room. His seed was still leaking out of me, a line of it moving down my leg as we walked past the police officers, who likely had heard the whole thing. Hell, with that 'mirror', they may have even been watching.

  I had no doubts Daniel had bought them off as part of his plan to take me back. When you're worth a billion dollars, there's little you can't do.

  As he left the precinct, he took me by surprise, lifting my legs and kissing me deeply. My lack of panties may have given some random onlooker an unintended show.

  I didn't care. I had the richest, sexiest man on the planet.

  I had succeeded what I had set out to do. And I got something so much more – I had won.

  I placed my son in bed, tucking him in. He was an easy one, really. Not giving me a whole lot of trouble. Which was good, because it meant I still had more time for me.

  Which meant more time for Daniel.

  I stepped out of the room, still rubbing the new ring on my finger. It was an engagement ring, and the date was set.

  My appreciation of my new jewelry didn't last long, as a strong arm pressed me against the wall.

  His presence was so overwhelming. "All this time, with you being pregnant, and how I've had to be gentle, it's been driving me absolutely mad."

  I could only smile as he fished under my dress, and got rid of those unneeded panties, tossing them down on the floor like the trash they were.

  "It's a damn shame you're so fertile, Olivia. I'm going to ravish you, knock you up again, and then I have to back off. Life is too damn cruel."

  "I could go on birth control," I said, not too enthusiastic.

  "And deny us of the high? No. It's just something we're going to have to deal with. To feel you, raw, unprotected. I want to feel that adrenaline as I breed you like the filthy animal you are. Then do it again, and again, and again."

  He wasted little time shoving his cock inside me as I was pinned against the wall. Every time it felt so absolutely wonderful, and knowing it was mine forever was such a marvelous thing. All I could do was smile and laugh, knowing that it ruined his roleplay. I couldn't help it. I loved this – and I loved him – far too much.

  As he pounded me from behind, I knew I loved all the wrong things, and ironically, there was nothing wrong with that.

  Christine’s Sugar Daddies

  Book Themes:

  Billionaire, Virgin, Breeding/Impregnation, Menage, MFM, Anal, Double Penetration, College

  Word Count:

  12,333

  I saw it coming from a mile away. A little bit of empathy goes far, sometimes. This was far from the first time I saw our father crying.

  "I'm broke," he sobbed. "I'm broke, I have less than nothing, I'm in crippling debt, even."

  It was the first time he had done it in front of all three of us, and looking how Karen reacted, she was very surprised. Olivia was too, but she always tried to cover it up with some bitchy exterior. I knew my sisters all too well, and sometimes better than they did.

  This suit came in and started crushing on Karen. She didn't know a thing to do about it, and was probably flipping out. Usually, I would console her.

  Nothing changed what father said however. It was true – and I couldn't help my sisters until I helped myself.

  After the family meeting broke up, I headed back up the stairs. I was worried as the rest of them. Father was paying for my tuition at the best school in the state, Ivy League level. It was one of the ways I knew something was askew with his finances – he didn't pay in full, instead opting to pay by semester.

  This semester was drawing to
a close, and the next one was coming. I had gotten a mail or two about sending in payment for the next, and father was evasive when I did ask.

  I was supposed to be the smart one. The one that would be the professor, and now, I wasn't even sure that I could stay in college instead of standing in a checkout line ringing up some guy's groceries.

  Opening the door to my room, I already had my friend in there lounging on my bed, her eyes barely breaking from her phone to acknowledge me. She had kindly waited here when my father called for the family meeting.

  "So who died?" she said.

  "You're as bad as my sister sometimes," I replied, taking a seat at my desk.

  "You do have that dour doom and gloom look on your face. I doubt your dad was telling you about the new puppy he got."

  "Bea, quit it. Yeah, it's bad."

  "How bad?"

  "I'm going to have to drop out of school because I can't pay for it bad."

  She put down her phone and glared at me. "How? Isn't your family stupidly rich?"

  "Was. My father just broke into tears like it was the worst thing to ever happen. Basically told us we're losing this mansion soon and because he delayed so long, we literally have no savings."

  "So you're completely broke?"

  "Yeah. Broke enough that I have to go get a real job on top of dropping out of school."

  Bea sighed. "You're young and pretty, Christine. You don't have to worry about that if you do the smart thing – and you're also smart, so you're going to do the smart thing."

  "What's the smart thing?"

  "You're not getting kicked out from the university immediately for being poor. There's time. There's a big frat party tonight. You should go there and flaunt your stuff, you know."

  I raised my eyebrow at her. "What are you implying, Bea?"

  "Go get yourself a sugar daddy."

  "You can't be serious."

  "Completely," she said, sliding off my bed. "A girl like you can have any man. To come to a school like this you have to be loaded. Even a scholarship usually isn't enough. A lot of these guys already have millions themselves and would buy you the rest of your education in a second if it meant getting you to spread your legs."

  I turned away. I didn't want Bea to see me blushing.

  "Oh wait, I forgot, you're Christine. You want to wait for true love, like it's going to be in a movie where you fall in love instantly and have a big beautiful wedding night."

  "It's not like that. I just," I stammered, trying to think of a good excuse.

  "You're a virgin at twenty, Christine. You're three years through college and you haven't even had a boyfriend beyond that one that turned out to be gay."

  "Hank's a nice guy. He said he needed me to make his mother happy."

  "Yeah, but he didn't fuck you. Nothing is perfect. Nothing happens like in the movies. When love comes your way, it's going to be in a weird ass package and you're going to have to accept that. Til then, have fun, and take advantage of your relationship status."

  "There you go again. I could just go get some student loans, Bea. I don't need to whore myself out."

  "You're studying anthropology. You going to pay student loans back on that?"

  I cringed. I could, it would take decades though. It was a luxury of being born rich – I could pursue whatever I found interesting, and not worry about its career viability. With what I was studying now though, I would have a life of living in crappy apartments and eating far more ramen than any person should ever have to.

  Bea put her hand on my shoulder. "Not saying you need to go fuck everyone, but you have options, Christine. Don't go being prideful trying to score a scholarship, and be forced to rough it by doing all this studying while working part-time at Starbucks."

  It would be so much easier if I could have kept living how I did now, being the model student with all the privileged free time in the world to study.

  Plus I would actually have a boyfriend, with all the benefits that would entail.

  I had enough lonely nights with a spicy book and my fingers to realize that yes, that's something I would very much enjoy having.

  "Christine, tonight there's a big event at this party I'm going to. They throw an 'auction' for charity. Donate all the proceeds to the local animal shelter."

  "What are they auctioning?"

  "Girls."

  My eyes went wide. "Isn't that illegal? Like, the thirteenth amendment is all against that."

  She shook her head. "Don't be dense. It's for 'dates'. Rich frat boys throw money to get dates with girls they find attractive. The girls sign up for it. You should sign up for it."

  "How is raising money for charity remotely helping my problem? I mean, I love puppies too, but..."

  "Seriously, stop being dense. There's usually an unspoken agreement behind it. They plop down big bucks for charity, and the girl shows them their contribution are greatly appreciated." She elbowed me. "If you know what I mean."

  "I don't... oh, yeah that."

  "See, I knew you could stop being dense."

  "I still don't see how getting me laid solves the problem."

  "Well it's fun for one. And there's a high tendencies that the auctioned and the buyer aren't just a one night stand. Like, they become an item a lot. The guy is giving massive amounts to charity while telling you he thinks you're sexy in one swift move, it's a pretty solid pick up line, and he's already invested in you. Even if you don't think he's the greatest guy in the world, you could wrap them around your finger easily."

  There was some logic to what she was saying. Don't flat out say what my issue was. Be a doting girlfriend. When it comes up, like it inevitably would, they'd protect their investment. "Alright. It sounds unethical as hell, but I'll do it."

  "And if all else fails, Christine, just tell them they don't have to wear protection. You're on the pill."

  "I'm not?"

  "Don't be dense."

  "You mean lie about that? That's extremely unethical!"

  "Yeah, and these guys have more money than they know what to do with. You aren't really hurting anyone. Besides, you wanted kids at some point anyway, right?"

  "Yes, but, urgh, you're really Machiavellian sometimes Bea." I did always want a family. Just not in the way she was proposing. It was yet another way to take care of my problems though. They'd give me a nice giant settlement for me to make the problem go away.

  "I do my best. Come on. We need to make sure you get the highest bid possible."

  The house was packed, and this was turning out to be as big of an event as Bea had advertised it to me as. There was no shortage of hot guys walking about, and no shortage of them making themselves considerably less hot as they did something stupid like shotgun a beer down their throats right afterwords.

  I watched the process unfold in front of me. A girl would walk up and onto center stage. A bunch of cat calls happen. Dudes start throwing out numbers in the hundreds and low thousands range. Eventually only one bidder is left and he walks off with the girl. The girls mostly seem pleased, but I guess being as drunk as the bidders were only helps things. It wasn't my usual scene, but I could understand the appeal.

  "The next girl coming to the stage is going to be," the MC announced, pausing a moment, likely to read a name, "Christine Van Hansen! Come on up Christine?"

  I walked forward, trying to put on my best strut like Bea had told me to. The MC put on some ballad from Leo Rose as I walked forward, the crowd hooting and hollering as I progressed. I was wearing a dress that did much in showing off my ample cleavage and didn't go too far down my legs. It was again, Bea's decision. I never had an eye for fashion so I let her pick, and she told me that this highlighted all of my best attributes.

  I blushed as I looked around the room, all eyes on me. Bea wasn't lying when she said guys would find me attractive. I never thought I was hot shit or on the other extreme self esteem issues due to my appearance, I thought I was average. For tonight though, it didn't matter how hot I looked. It
mattered how hot the boys thought I looked.

  "Christine here is a first here tonight at our auctions, because at age 20, and despite being here for two years," the MC then dropped to a hushed tone, "she's a virgin!"

  A chill went down my spine as it was announced. I glanced around and saw Bea waving at me. This was her doing. She probably thought it would get people to bid higher for me and generate more money for the shelter. I thought it might attract the wrong kind of guy, personally.

  I shook my head as people hooted and hollered my way, telling me that they would gladly be my first, shouting out immature things like they were going to pop my cherry good or that I was so nice to keep myself pure for them.

  "Let's start the bidding at one hundred dollars for Miss Van Hansen's company."

  Someone quickly rose their hand at that.

  "Two hundred, do we have two hundred?"

  Another hand.

  "Five hundred!" Someone from the crowd shouted out.

  "Eight hundred!"

  "I'll take her for a thousand!"

  It was all increasing so suddenly and so quickly. Of course, they were college dudes with huge disposable incomes. What else did I expect?

  One bold voice echoed out from the crowd. "Five thousand."

  The entire room suddenly went silent. No girl was bid on for over fifteen hundred all through the night before me. I looked toward the source of the voice. It was a tall individual, a chiseled jaw, clean cut. He had dark shabby hair just over his eyes. His clothing was black, a black jacket over a black suit, but no tie, and wearing jeans underneath. I had to say if he was paying five thousand for me I would have expected a whole lot worse of results.

  "All right, five thousand. Do we have anyone who can beat five thousand?"

  "Ten thousand." Another voice said, stepping out beside the dark clothed man. He didn't look too much different aside from blonde hair. Were they related? Brothers?

  Dark hair shot him a glare. "So you wanna go to war over this Darren?"