10 FEISTY FILLIES - Romance Collection Short Stories Bundle: (TABOO EROTICA) (Candy Girl Series)

by Lucy Lixx

  We were all still panting as Daddy gathered us in his arms to cuddle on my bed. The dildo was still attached to my pelvis, Lillian's silky juices decorating the outside of the toy. My fluids had soaked the entirety of my thighs and wet the bed sheets beneath us. Daddy's cock still stood somewhat erect, the blood draining slowly as his excitement leveled out. We all took a collective deep breath and smiled as we sighed, Lillian and I cuddling into Daddy's sweet embrace.

  This is my family.

  THE END

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  Sold For Pleasure Vol. 1

  Chapter One

  Nervously inspecting my facial features in the mirror of my compact, I quickly patted some powder against the tip of my nose before my boss, Norman, returned from the restroom. I wanted to look my best for him even if we were only just attending a meeting in London where his business client would host us for approximately three days. Taking another quick second to ensure that I was the reflection of perfection, I admired myself a bit. The curve of my nose led perfectly into my rosy cheeks, my green eyes outlined with black liner and highlighted with the faintest tint of bronze shadow. When I heard his voice approaching, I quickly put away my compact and sat back in my seat with my planner open, my shoulders pulled back and a button undone on my blouse that just barely dipped into my cleavage. I thought to myself, "God, I hope he looks."

  Norman sat in the seat next to mine, the plane rustling a bit as we hit a patch of turbulence. I looked over at his darkened hands decorated by a gold watch and wedding ring, the diamonds winking at me as if to tease my girlish fantasies of him. I wiggled my nose, letting my eyes trail up his bare arms to the cotton sleeves that stopped just above his elbows. A lush valley of colorful tones greeted me with joy, as the white buttons glimmered against the fluorescent lighting of the plane. When his chin came into focus, my eyes journeyed further upward to his perfectly shaped lips. Allowing my mind to fleetingly wander into my fantasies, my gaze lay transfixed, mesmerized at their every movement as he spoke on the phone. Behind his lips lay a perfect set of pearly whites, which I imagined gently tugging at my nipples, while his tongue traced rhythmic circles around my mounds, his lips exploring the contours of each breast.

  I basked in that famous smirk of his, and was beside myself with pleasure as I watched his lips dance, forming words slowly as the buzz of the plane filled my ears with white noise. There was nothing like Norman's lips. Some days were entirely composed of staring at them while he spoke and I would forget his command as soon as he left my sight. It was like a surreal dream when he was near me. All I wanted to do was get lost in one of my little fetish-filled fantasies about him, imagining him fucking me senseless while wrapping his fingers around my throat. My body ached to have him take me under him, rip off my skirt, pull open my pantyhose and--

  “Samantha, why aren't you writing this down?” Norman asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  Blinking twice, I smiled and looked down to put my pen to paper.

  “My apologies, sir. Could you repeat that?” I asked sweetly.

  “Repetition reveals a lack of focus, dear Samantha,” said Norman through his smirk. “Write that down.”

  I stared blankly at the page before forcing my hand to write in the margins, adding a star next to the phrase for dramatic effect. Part of me was still a bit bratty at authority, but Norman had shaped me over the years to be quite a receptive assistant. Being part of his life brought me a sense of pleasure, of satisfaction, even though I would occasionally scurry off to the bathroom to rub one off under my skirt. I scribbled a few more chores into the planning space, making lists as he had instructed me to do since my first day under his thumb. There was a great deal of pride in being his personal planner, his private bookkeeper, and his daily alarm.

  “When we land, make sure to greet Theo nicely. You were a bit stiff the last time we were here,” explained Norman as my pen flew across the page.

  “Yes, sir,” I said in response, eying his hand that was resting so close to my thigh.

  Oh how my pussy throbbed, aching for him to reach over and grip my leg, to demand that I strip and flip over for him to admire my round bottom in the new pantyhose I had bought just for this trip. We were meeting his favorite client, Theodore Parrish, who was one of the richest men in the world besides Norman. On occasion, Theo called Norman for financial counseling and we flew out to London to help him manage his estate and other investments. We typically didn't spend more than a day on the accounts, but this one was going to take three days, so I had to pack some evening outfits that I never thought I'd have the chance to wear.

  In all honesty, I had been hoping for this chance for some time. Norman always spoke of showing me London's night life and I was more than excited to have an opportunity alone with him in a relaxed environment. There was a chance that Theo would want to come along, but I was positive I could come up with some sort of excuse to get him away. My linguistic skills had improved over my time with Norman simply by listening to the way he spoke to clients and his wife. It was easy to pick up on the subtle nuances of his commands, how he conveyed his needs without being overtly rude or raising his voice. The man had a way with getting what he wanted and I desperately wanted to harness that ability in my own life, seeing as I had been single for the past four months.

  It wasn't that eligible bachelors weren't around. It was my finicky personality. While I wanted to have a relationship, I also just wanted the satisfaction of sex. But even that had become something of a bore lately. My last lay was so bad at grinding that I had to get up and leave. I didn't even say anything. I simply left his apartment and never called him again. In those instances, I wished for my boss to call me while driving home. He would be calling just to talk, maybe want to come over for a beer, and then we would become ravenously hungry for the other. There were so many nights I imagined him taking me that it made my thighs quiver and I'd have to rub myself raw before running into work.

  While I drifted out of my thoughts, the plane jolted and the pilot instructed us to put on our seat belts to prepare for landing. I always hated this part of flying. The wonderful thing about having an incredibly wealthy boss was the perks it brought with the job, so a private plane was a plus, but it was still a plane. I couldn't hurl with Norman sitting next to me, so I gripped my seat and focused hard on centering myself while the plane plummeted towards the earth. It felt like we were falling too rapidly. Was this typical plane speed? Once the giant vehicle jolted again, I opened my eyes to find us leveling out with the ground. I was glad this would be a lengthy stay. Then I wouldn't have to deal with that dreadful feeling again, too soon.

  The pilot helped us down the steps and we climbed into a black car to head out to Theo's mansion. London was so utterly bleak with its rainy weather and its colorless statues. I found it charming, but at the same time sort of drab. It made me feel like I was going to be part of some great detective novel. Staring out the window, Norman didn't say a word which was rather odd considering we were about to meet with his client.

  “Should I remind you to say anything?” I asked while getting my pen ready to write.

  “To whom?” asked my distracted boss.

  “Your client,” I replied flatly.

  Norman turned to meet me with his brown eyes, the honey golden color sparkling despite the dreary weather. I could get lost in those eyes forever. They simply shined with ardor any time they looked over at me and I wasn't sure if that was mere fantasy or delightful reality. As I began to drown in the enchanting color staring straight at me, Norman spoke.

  “There is nothing I need to say to Theo that he doesn't already know,” he huffed while turning back to the window. “Like stop buying wine and hookers.”

  I stifled the giggle in my throat and made a small note in the corner of my booklet, just in case it was something he wanted to mention later as a joke o
ver drinks. There wasn't anything I didn't feel the need to write down for Norman. Every word was important as long as there were people listening. That's something he always said.

  At the mansion, we were warmly greeted at the door by Theo and his maid. They showed us to our rooms and then we met in the dining hall for dinner and a few drinks. As always, I was relatively bored with the conversation of the two men as they rattled on about financial matters and potential personal investment risks. I took some notes of their main points, but mostly drifted into a fog while imagining Norman plowing me on top of the oak wood table.

  The polished wood was cold against my bare back as he ran two fingers down my side, caressing the mountainous curve of my hip as he trailed his hand over my bottom to squeeze. A soft breeze met our sweating forms in the dim light and I bayed loudly as his thick and erect tool entered the secret garden between my thighs. As bays rolled from my lips, I traced circles into his neck while his eyes roved over every inch of my nude form and drank in my appearance with great delight. The breeze continued to blow against our unabashed forms that quivered in the chilly air, transferring us to a world outside of the mansion filled with cosmic purple clouds and winking stars. We drifted out into space, our intertwined bodies still attached, firmly in place...

  Chapter Two

  Confusion took over when I noticed Theo standing and waving, causing me to look about wildly. He had asked me a question and was holding up his hand in a fashion that beckoned me to respond.

  “What do you aspire to be, Miss Gordon?” asked the handsome Theo.

  Laughing politely, I smiled and shrugged while twirling my pen elegantly between my fingers. What was I supposed to say?

  “I'm not sure at the moment. I enjoy serving Mr. Leon—I mean to say, I enjoy assisting him with his daily responsibilities. It's been such a pleasure and it's something I'd like to continue,” I responded, biting my lower lip after that verbal embarrassment.

  Theo smiled in response to my statement.

  “You've got yourself a good girl there, Norm,” said Theo while sipping his glass of whiskey. “Ought to hold on to such a great helper.”

  “I'm glad to have Samantha around. She's wonderful,” Norman said while smiling at me.

  The compliment caused me to blush and I smiled graciously while whispering my thanks, fanning myself sleepily with my planner.

  “I think it's time to call it a night, my friends,” said Theo from across the table. “Consider yourselves dismissed.”

  Relieved, I began to retreat up the stairs to my room when Norman stopped me in the hall. I hadn't realized his room was so close to mine. That meant he was just beyond the wall. This was much more intimate than any lodging accommodations we had ever had, his usual location typically a room far away from me. As always, I admired his moving lips.

  “I know I don't need to ask if you took notes,” he said firmly.

  “I copied your main points into your financial journal, sir,” I said while holding up the folder. “I can get you a copy before--”

  “That's good, Samantha,” he said quickly. “Have a good evening.”

  Nodding nervously, I walked into my room where I pressed myself into the wood of the closed door, praying he might come over and knock lightly against the oak. I inhaled and held it, holding my breath just long enough for him to reconsider coming to my room instead of retreating to his...but nothing happened. No one knocked at the door. My silly fantasy remained locked in my head where it would probably stay for the rest of my existence.

  I shook my head.

  Who was I kidding? My attractive boss who had immaculate world knowledge, perpetual wealth, and the most beautiful wife in all of Chicago was certainly not interested in indulging the secret desires of an assistant like myself. I'm sure I wasn't worth the trouble. Convinced he would never look at me romantically, I dropped the subject from my mind and looked around.

  The room Theo had put me in was so lovely that it made me feel like a princess with my own personal vanity and bathroom. All the sheets were made of Persian silk and the colors were a mixture of greens and purples, making me feel like true royalty as I spread myself out across the bed. I was mildly disappointed we didn't end up hitting the town tonight. It would have been nice to get out and explore the better parts of London that weren't just about history and music. Most nights, I felt like I withered away without much of a social life. I made a mental note to fix that upon returning to Chicago.

  While relaxing, my phone buzzed from across the room. I was in no mood to accept any messages at this hour, not in my deeply relaxed state – unless it was Norman. Jumping from my bed as if it were aflame, I fished my cell phone from my bag to see who was texting me. I frowned upon discovering that it was just Randy checking up on me, asking how much I might be enjoying the rainy city.

  “It's not too bad,” I typed in response. “I have a nice room in a huge mansion. No big deal!”

  “You're so lucky to have that job, Sam. I'd kill for something like that,” wrote Randy.

  “You don't mean that. It's got perks like any other job. I'm getting to bed soon,” I said.

  “Good night, sweet lady. Let me know when you're on your way back...” he typed and added a winking face at the end of his text.

  The little comment prompted a smile to cross my lips, a truly genuine smile that I hadn't felt in a while. Somehow, Randy always made me smile. He was one of the few friends I had in Chicago who I could trust with nearly any secret, except my fantasies about my boss. Those are for me. Setting my phone up to charge, I admired my reflection in the vanity mirror. The corners of my lips were reddened by my lipstick where I had failed to keep up with its application. My long, blonde locks were hanging down in ringlets over my blouse that was still unbuttoned in order for Norman to see my lovely pale pillows. I wondered if he had even noticed.

  Savoring the enticing look of desire on my face, I popped open each button of my top while lifting the hem of my skirt to reveal the dark pantyhose beneath. I leaned forward and peeled off my top to reveal the dark lace bra underneath that cupped both of my delightful pears. Sliding a finger over one breast, I shimmied my skirt off and posed in front of the vanity mirror while imagining that Norman was watching. Exhilaration fluttered through my gut at the thought, prompting me to reach down over my hose and start circling my engorged rose bud with a single finger. My head lolled back in utter pleasure, smiling up at the ceiling while peering through eyelids half closed.

  My erotic display was disturbed by a shuffling noise from beyond my door and I groaned while pulling off the rest of my clothing. I had such a good rhythm going and it was disturbed by whomever had been roaming around the halls. It sounded like it might be Theo and that he might be a bit tipsy by the sound of the murmurs floating from the other side of the wood. Ignoring it, I pulled on a silk night gown and climbed under the sheets of the gargantuan four-post bed, picturing my muscular boss climbing on top of me. I drifted into sleep with his image in my mind and his name on my lips.

  “Samantha…”

  It was dark and I felt groggy. I couldn't find my way to the surface like I usually could when coming out of a dream. While floating up to consciousness, I found the room plunged into darkness when I was sure I had left the light of the bathroom on before climbing into bed. Had I done that?

  While trying to reach for the light on the night stand, I felt a tug at my wrist. I tried to look, but couldn't see anything through the penetrating blackness of the room. It felt as if there was a force keeping my wrist from moving, the strength of it digging into my supple skin. As my eyes rolled around, I heard shuffling about my bed. My other wrist was also immobile as well as my legs and my mouth. Sheer panic soared within me. The shuffling moved to the bed and encapsulated my body, warm hands encompassing every bit of my exposed form. A cold draft greeted my breast and I realized I was being undressed, the sensation of lips nuzzling the nipple that now stood erect from the sensation.

  My entire bein
g screamed suddenly, a muffled grunt fighting against the tape around my mouth while the residue on the inside became sticky from saliva. A hand clamped down over it.

  “You will do well to stay quiet, my little kitten,” said a raspy voice.

  I couldn't put a face to the voice and terror filled my gut, I instinctively began kicking against the restraints keeping me strapped to the bed. As I fought to break free, more fingers dove beneath the folds of my exposed tulip, down deep into the wet chasm of my core. It prompted my hips to rock forward uncontrollably and elicited a moan from somewhere deep inside that wanted to be taken. The restraints felt like they were cradling me, hugging the delicate skin that ached to be marked and scratched. The darkness blinding my vision caused my other senses to heighten and made every touch and pinch feel intensified since I didn't know who was doing it. Emotion engulfed me as each hand took skin and rubbed, lips devouring every bit of flesh where my night gown ceased to exist.

  As the darkness faded, the room came into view and I blinked a number of times before being able to fully comprehend the vision before me. Two men who were nude, except for their faces, were on either side of me on the bed. I could finally see the silk ties that held me down, very simple restraints that were surprisingly effective. Their bodies were beyond admirable and I watched their muscles rise and fall as their hands continued to work patiently to cause my aching tulip to gush. My feminine portal no longer resisted to their charms and I arched against the sheets while enjoying the rhythm of their fingers as I stared up at the headboard decorated in roses. The rhythm changed and I looked down to see one of the men had mounted me while the other sat in an elegant chair next to the vanity. He lit a cigarette.