Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  “But your pussy is even prettier,” he remarks as I spread my cheeks, and I know that even though I can’t see him, he’s staring at my slit. He can see just how wet I am at this moment, and it makes me shiver.

  Though that’s nothing compared to what I feel once he plants those lips of his right there upon my puffy labia, kissing my pussy and lashing his tongue slowly along the seam of my femininity.

  “Ah!” I can’t help but cry out, the sensation so unexpected and welcome. My entire body shivers with delight and I have to lean into the desk just to steady my trembling knees.

  His tongue grazes me and my skin grows hot, warm with desire and embarrassment. He can see my most private of places! The place that no man has ever touched before, and he’s the one man who never should.

  Yet none of that stops him from doing more than seeing it, he’s tonguing my pussy, teasing my little clit and rubbing those long, strong fingers over my ass cheeks and on down my thighs. He’s so masterful at it, and giving gruff, low groans as he teases me to such heights.

  I get so wrapped up in it that I don’t notice until it’s too late that he’s about to slap me. I find out about the same time I hear the loud smack in the air, as his large palm hits my ass cheek, making the flesh redden.

  Yet even that sudden pain turns me on, that little bit of punishment for my sins. For wanting my daddy so fucking bad, for tempting him to do such lewd things to me and liking it so much.

  “Daddy!” I cry out as my head jolts back, my entire body awake and desirous.

  He rewards me with another slap, making my ass cheek sting as he laps at my pussy, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. But it doesn’t go on forever, he squeezes and gropes my ass cheek before giving a final, torturously good swirling tease to my sensitive little clit then rises up.

  “Shhh darling, this is a classroom,” he chastises me softly, and then I feel it. The sweet sensation of a man’s cock against my needful, glistening cunt. And it’s not just any man’s, it’s the one man’s dick who I’ve yearned for more than any other. My obsession. My dream man. My daddy.

  My entire body quakes with a thrum of energy unlike anything I’ve felt before, like a universe colliding within me, and I groan in pleasure. His hand finds my mouth, fingers pressing to my lips to silence my needful sounds.

  “If you can’t stay quiet on your own, I’m going to have to keep you quiet.”

  His words are like dark honey, rich and sweet, and I nod my head in silence.

  He’s holding me securely in his arms, and he has full control. I’m locked in his arms as as he slides that shaft into me; no, it doesn’t quite slide. It’s too big and I’m too tight. He has to force it in, spreading my pussy wide around him as he forcibly pushes into me, sinking deep into that warm wet hole of mine.

  “Ahhhh yeah, baby girl,” he groans aloud, his voice so deep and growling as he fills me up, his dick pulsing with such ravenous need.

  I gulp against his hand, my body protesting against the invasion, yet I want it so bad. To feel spread open, impaled by his huge cock. It hurts so good, and I rock my hips towards him, trying to help him in deeper.

  I’d cry out if he didn’t have my mouth firmly sealed, but when finally he bottoms out I give a muffled cry anyhow against his hand. He’s filling me up so completely, right to my very depths and I am trembling with the sensation. I’d never felt anything like it before, and those powerful hands on my body only amplify it. I can feel his long, strong fingers holding my hip and clamping over my mouth as he begins to tug back, groaning with delight as my pussy lips clung to his shaft with his first pump.

  I can’t believe we’re doing this. I’ve fantasized about it for so long, but to feel him inside me, without even a condom on, stealing my virginity...

  I couldn’t imagine anything feeling any sweeter. My mind sparks with delight, my body trembling with ecstasy, and I can’t help but let out tiny pants against my daddy’s hand. He’s not hard or rough with me, but he can’t help but hurt. He’s so big, but luckily he got me so wet that he slides in and out more easily.

  The raw feel of his thick, throbbing cock plunging into me is so intense, nothing between us, our two bodies united together. Every pulse of desire makes him spread my tight little pussy wider and makes us both moan.

  More than that though, his pace grows, and with that hold on me he’s pumping into my body harder, faster. He’s filling me with each new thrust, but his hips are also smacking against my ass, making those thick cheeks ripple with each impact. The slapping noises are growing louder, filling the room but he’s not slowing down to compensate. Even as he’s clamping my mouth shut to stifle my moans and cries, he’s making such a noise with his fucking me.

  All I know is him. The feel of his cock thrusting into me, robbing me of any bit of my purity, the sound of his balls slapping against my clit, each time sending a jolt of pleasure through my core. All I can smell and feel and taste and hear is him, and it’s like being in heaven.

  I arch my back and he strikes me deeper, rubbing against a place I never knew existed within me, and my knees begin to quiver.

  My daddy’s pounding me into a quivering, whimpering mess, but I don’t even have the freedom to whimper and moan aloud because he’s taken that from me. Held it in reserve as he fucks me atop his desk.

  The wood groans beneath me as he pounds into me harder, and I’m losing all control as he slides one of those big strong hands up along my side, away from hip. He’s groping at me, feeling the side of my breast as his dick swells, and I hear him moan as he shudders.

  “Ohh fuck baby girl, I am gonna fill you with so much cum,” he growls aloud, and I realize he might not know I’m not on the pill. “I’m gonna stuff you full you sexy little cock sleeve for daddy,” he says so possessively.

  I’m silenced by his hand, but still I try to tell him, to warn him, but all that comes out is muffled sounds. He growls and tightens his hands, shushing me again, and an illicit shiver goes down my spine.

  He’s going to knock me up!

  I quiver and try to get away, but I’m trapped between him and the desk and my struggle only lets him angle into me deeper than ever, pressing up against my inner most barrier, and I know that that’d be the worst possible thing if I don’t want to get pregnant.

  But I don’t move from that position. It’s too fucking good, and my eyes roll back in my head as I'm stricken by such perverse pleasure.

  Daddy’s neck arches back and I can hear him letting loose such deep, husky moans of pleasure. He’s losing all control, readying himself to blow his whole load right down deep inside of me. His dick is swelling, throbbing, stretching me wider and he’s hammering me hard and fast.

  “Take it, baby girl,” he growls right before he loses all rhythm. “Fucking take all my cum you sexy little princess,” he says before his words are lost to unintelligible moans and he starts to blow his load.

  Thick, creamy strands of seed flowing on into me, again and again, the virile cum is filling me up and overflowing inside of me.

  It’s too late for me to do anything but enjoy him cumming in me, to know what he’s risking, and to feel that powerful thrill. It’s so wrong, but it feels so good, and my body is a trembling mess against him.

  It’s all so intense, the way he’s pulsating inside me with each new pump of virile seed threatening my fertile womb, the way he fills me completely, that I lose control. That’s enough to send me careening into the most explosive climax of my life and I feel a tidal wave of my honey flow down around his dick and coat his balls as I scream into his hand.

  It has the added result of making my pussy clench around him tighter, helping milk a few extra strands of cum into me as he moans and bends over my back.

  By the time we both come down from out explosive high, we’re trembling and I don’t know if it’s excitement or just the intensity of what we’ve just done.

  He keeps his hand wrapped around my mouth for a few more seconds, but when he final
ly removes it, I don’t know what to say. All I can do is pant out little murmurs and half moans.

  I can feel him press down upon my back, his cock still lodged deep inside me as the last of his seed dribbles out. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, and those restraining arms of his become a warm, coddling embrace.

  “That’s my sweet girl,” he husks into my ear so affectionately. “You have no idea how badly daddy needed that. Needed you,” he says, stroking my hair as he kisses me. “You were such a good girl for daddy.”

  I never knew someone’s voice could be so sweet, could be filled with such emotion. It’s like I've been asleep for so long, and now he’s finally awoken me to the reality of what could be.

  “Daddy,” I murmur, my body resting on the desk as I slowly come down from my high.

  He gathers me up in his big, strong arms and holds me tight, even if we’re still in such a dangerous spot in his classroom.

  “Daddy’ll look out for you sweetie,” he says in a low, gravelly murmur into my ear in between nuzzling my ear.

  And he did.

  Or is.

  I can’t help myself, I know I shouldn’t have taken another class with him. Heck, I shouldn’t be in school still at all, I should’ve taken some time off. But I don’t like being apart from him. What would I do without his deep, soothing voice comforting me throughout the day?

  I mean, sure, he comes home to me at the end, but in between mornings and evenings that’d be just awful!

  He smiles at me warmly when the rest of the class is too busy jotting notes, and I can see the love in his eyes.

  Me? I can’t help but cradle my swollen belly and lick my lips, thinking of how he’s going to take care of me once the class is over. He may not have known I wasn’t on the pill, but my daddy’s been taking real good care of me ever since.

  The class ends and he looks to me.

  “Lisa? A word with you,” he says, a devious smile on his face for me and me alone. Though I know exactly what my daddy needs.

  The Billionaire and His Brat

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Step-Sex, Risky Sex, and Daddy-Daughter

  Word Count:

  8,353

  Bethany knew her step-father was planning a special getaway for himself and her mother, celebrating some milestone at work. She couldn't pretend she knew a lot about her father's business, but she knew it had offices all over the world, and that he was the sole owner of the company after his partner died or something a decade back.

  Since then, business had expanded, and with it, so had their house, their cars, their everything.

  She was spoiled rotten, with a brand new Bugatti Veyron and everything she could ever dream of. Her daddy gave her everything she wanted, and he wanted all the best for her: the businessman turned politician for a husband, the Masters degree left to rot as she took care of the house and children, and all the things that money could buy. Bethany already had the best high school education known in North America, and she was facing an all-expenses-paid trip to an Ivy League school.

  But one summer stood between now and her departure for his grand scheme for her life, and she had a bigger plan.

  She wanted the one thing she knew she couldn’t have.

  She wanted her daddy.

  Bethany knew what she had to do--whether she could was another question. She sat across the dinner table from her mother, both of them looking so similar. They went to the same hair salon, after all, and both preferred the tight, curve-hugging dresses that left so little to the imagination.

  Bethany’s hair, unlike her mother's though, was a platinum blonde that she absolutely adored, since it made it so that people expected so little intelligence from her. But those blue eyes gleamed with cunning, and she glanced to her mother curiously. The woman was still gorgeous, even if she was past her prime, and her auburn hair was generous, spilling freely over her tanned shoulders.

  “Are you still planning on taking riding instructions again this year, dear?” her mother, Melony, asked.

  Bethany shrugged her shoulders. “What else will I do to stay busy all summer?”

  Melony sighed and put another piece of salad into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully and completely unaware that Bethany had stolen into the kitchen to ‘spike’ her food with shellfish juice. Not enough to kill her, of course. No, just enough to make her mother get a rash that will force her to back out of their romantic getaway.

  Just enough to allow Bethany to steal her daddy away, right from under her mother’s nose.

  “It’s never too early to meet some... nice boys, rather than a bunch of women of that persuasion,” Melony continued, and Bethany abruptly stood from her seat. Her mother was always on her back to meet a nice man, and swore up and down that the only women who rode as adults were not interested in men.

  “I’m going to my room, Mother. We’re not discussing this again.”

  But when Bethany turned her back on her, she couldn’t help but smile. By this time tomorrow, she’d be on her way to the most romantic resort in the Caribbean.

  “What do you mean you can’t go?” shouted Sebastian, and Bethany could picture him throwing up his hands in frustration. He was usually so calm, so composed, but his emotions often ran hot under the surface from time to time. This was one of those times. He must have spent a small fortune on this trip, and here her mother was backing out at the last minute.

  “Look at me, Seb!” Melony retorted, “I look like I have a disease! There’s no way I’m going out looking like this. You’re just going to have to postpone.”

  “I can’t postpone,” he sighed, and Bethany knew that was a lie. He made enough money that he could do anything he wanted at the drop of a hat. No, he had actually been looking forward to this, and was hoping he could push Melony a bit more, put a bit more pressure on her to give in.

  A businessman like him wasn’t used to taking ‘no’ for an answer, after all.

  When Bethany heard nothing more through the door, she snuck away a few feet just before her father opened the door and spotted her. His face fell, and she could tell he knew about her spying again. It’d been a habit of hers ever since she’d been a kid, and she couldn’t hide the impish grin on her face.

  Sebastian shut the door quietly behind him and then made his way towards her, his eyes locked upon her the whole while before he reached her. He always wore the finest of suits, but not the typical attire of businessmen. He was more than a step above your average CEO or millionaire, after all.

  A stylish black suit that defied conventions in a flattering, avant-garde manner, a smart silver-grey vest that highlighted his trim waistline, and a very stylish red tie beneath his well groomed beard. Those hairs were so well-maintained that they were always soft and comfortable, never itchy or bristly.

  “You know your mother can’t stand it when you spy, hun,” he said to her, and Bethany saw the slightest of cracks in his sullen expression as he reached out to pet her platinum blonde hair. He was so much taller than her, almost six foot five, and had a pair of piercing blue eyes that matched her own, with a head of hair that wasn't far behind either. She made the perfect step-daughter, because no-one assumed she was anything but his blood heir.

  “Guess I won’t be heading off this weekend afterall,” he mused to her, that strong hand of his at the back of her head. Seeming to fit the whole of her skull right into his meaty palm with ease.

  She was tall, but he still had another foot or so on her, and she looked up at him with a devious twinkle in her eye. This was it, the moment she’d been planning for. All she had to do was lick those plush lips of hers, bat those dark lashes and say the words.

  Her pulse raced, and that was so unlike her. She was like him, cool as anything, calm even in the face of enormous stress.

  Her words came out just as sultry as she’d practiced, though. “Well, why can’t we have a daddy-daughter date?”

  Sebastian was not a man prone to pauses or hesitation of any sort, but whe
ther it was what she said or how she said it, she managed to make him delay a second as he stared down into her ocean-blue gaze.

  He flicked his eyes away for just a moment then back, smiling at her. “Wasn’t really the kind of vacation plan that’s ideal for daddies and daughters,” he said, sounding casual and relaxed as he shrugged it off with a soft laugh.

  She folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing up with white dress and the tanned cleavage it barely contained a little closer towards him. Her lower lip poked out, and she knew she couldn’t resist her pout. Even if he could... well, if he glanced a little lower lower, it’d seal the deal.

  Bethany was a younger, fresher version of her mother, and she took a step towards her dad, letting the soft scent of her strawberry perfume weave through the air between them. “Come on, daddy. I have to go to college in, like, two months. Then I’m going to be cramming constantly. I could use a little relaxation.”

  Her father hesitated, his strong hand sliding down from her hair to her slender shoulder, and for a brief moment she saw his eyes flicker downwards at those offerings of breast-flesh. “I dunno honey, it’s… kind of a private island resort for couples. There’s not much to do,” he said, and she knew exactly the kind of getaway he had in mind. Something adult. Something very sexual.

  “Isn’t that the point of a holiday? And, if you forget, I’m an adult now, daddy. C’mon, you never take me anywhere anymore, and you already made the down payment paid, right? And Jacque's already booked to fly the jet there, right?” Her act was so reminiscent of her tantrums when she was a pre-teen, still so logical and appealing to his sense of business acumen. It was one thing to spend money, it was another to waste it, he always said.

  Moreover, Bethany knew how to appeal to every aspect of her father’s way of thinking. The sex appeal was something new she only dared try out now, and all she’d gotten was a quick glance for it, but she had a feeling that was all it took to work…