Christmas Candy

by Angela Blake

  “D-daddy,” I began. “P-please eat my pussy. Please f-fuck me. I p-promise to b-be a good… oh, God… a g-good slut for daddy.”

  Whatever it is I said I must have turned him on even more because I felt Dylan’s hands press down against my legs as he pushed his face in even more. I moaned wildly as I felt his tongue dig in through my pussy and I was worried he would use his tongue to break my virginity. I didn’t want that - I wanted his damn cock in me.

  I was beginning to feel so much heat inside. It was burning inside my gut and in my chest. Worst of all, the heat was exploding like a bomb between my legs.

  “D-daddy!” I screamed as he began to suckle on my clit. Each time his mouth pressed down against it I’d feel a sudden jolt surge through my body, making me jerk and squirm. He seemed to like it though and he continued to lick and suck on my clit, making me moan even louder than before. As he did I would feel his hands roam across my body and it was like being a goddess, worshipped and touched in every way. It was like he hungered for my flesh and I wanted to give it all to him.

  Suddenly, Dylan stopped.

  “D-daddy why? Please, don’t stop now.”

  “Are you ready to cum?” he asked.

  I nodded. Even though I couldn’t see him I was sure he could see me. “Very much so, daddy.”

  “You haven’t worked yet,” he said. “You haven’t earned the right to cum, baby. You need to satisfy daddy some more.”

  I moved my head around, hoping I’d be facing wherever he was standing. “Please, daddy, I’m begging you. I want to cum. Please let me cum, daddy. I’ll work for it. I’ll do anything!”

  He didn’t say a word but he did respond by undoing the knots keeping me tied down.

  As soon as my hands and feet were free I rolled into a ball and stretched. I rubbed my wrists and tried to sit up but the strength had been drained out of me.

  Dylan grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to a sitting position.

  “Baby, daddy needs you to get on all fours,” he commanded.

  The moment of truth. I knelt and then got on all four. I wiggled my ass a little, hoping a little seduction would get my mind off the pain and shock that was coming shortly.

  “Just relax, baby, daddy’s got you,” he said.

  Slap!

  I yelped as he suddenly slapped my ass. I bit down on my lip and reveled in the moment.

  Slap! He slapped again and this time I felt my ass beginning to redden. My face flushed red as well in slight embarrassment but at this point it wasn’t like I could just get up and leave. I just kept my face downwards, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shame.

  Fuck. I then felt the head of his cock press against the folds of my pussy. He slid it playfully through the folds, toying with my pussy lips as he grabbed a hold of my waist with both his hands.

  When he thrust I felt my whole body tense and I tried to scream but I ended up moaning out in pleasure instead. A chill went down my spine as I felt the girth of his cock part the walls of my vagina and penetrate through inside of me.

  I lost my breath and I struggled to keep conscious as I felt my whole body begin to rock back and forth as Dylan took me. My mouth gaped open as I moaned and I could feel him squeezing tight on my waist as his rhythm increased and his cock pushed in deeper and faster.

  All sense of time vanished as I rocked and moaned. The only sensation was that of lust building inside me as Dylan took me.

  He then pumped in faster, jerking into my flesh, and it was only then that I realized he was getting to blow his load and for a fleeting second I was worried he was going to spill his seed inside me. Fortunately, he pulled out just at the last second and yanked me by the hair. He pulled my face so it would be under him and I instinctively opened my mouth and caught his cum. It spilled like a warm bath all over my face and I swallowed as much as I could.

  Finally he removed the blindfold. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I found Dylan stroking his cock and smiling down at me.

  “Good girl,” he praised me as he caressed my face. “Not once did you use the safe word. I think you were enjoying being my little fuck slut tonight.”

  “Oh daddy,” I said as I moved forward and licked the length of his cock. “I loved it.”

  He then bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Did I hurt you? I was pretty rough while kidnapping you and I slapped you a few times.”

  I shook my head. “No, daddy, I promise. It was even more exhilarating as I thought it would be.”

  Dylan laughed and he brushed his fingers through my hair. “Baby girl, this is still a very light session. I haven’t done anything with you yet. I just wanted to fuck you and let you bask in the moment of losing your virginity.”

  He then sat down beside me and for the first time I got a look at the room we were in. The bed was a beautiful king-sized thing of beauty and it even had silk curtains hanging from the bed posts. The room itself had several drawers which he had kept open, allowing me to see what he had stored in them. Each drawer had a set of different kinds of sex toys and accessories. I saw furry handcuffs, mouth gags, blindfolds, vibrators, all kinds of dildos, straps and more. The walls had sections where a chain could be locked in and I even saw a table and a collection of whips and flogging toys.

  “Why didn’t you use any of these on me?” I just had to ask.

  He wrapped a blanket around me and hugged me as he answered, “I wanted to focus solely on your surrender. Losing your virginity happens only once and I wanted it to be an event you’ll never forget. All of these toys can come later, during a much more intense session.”

  “So am I a true submissive now, daddy?” I pondered what that meant in such a unique relationship such as this.

  Dylan shook his head, “Not yet. I haven’t broken you yet, baby. I will though, very soon. There is one thing you do need to remember when it comes to a BDSM relationship.”

  “What’s that, daddy?”

  “That even though I am the dom and you are the sub, it is still a give-and-take relationship. It is about you satisfying my desires to own you and me satisfying your desires to be dominated. We are both pleasing each other, with or without the sex. There’s respect and a line that we mustn’t cross.”

  That was honestly a lot deeper than what I expected.

  “Thank you, daddy,” was all I could say.

  He gave me a hug and we sat there in silence, just reveling in the moment. I shut my eyes and rested my head on his chest. I had finally jumped the fence and was no longer a virgin. Dylan was right too - this was a night I would never forget. It wasn’t just two people sneaking home while the parents were out or two strangers banging after getting drunk in a bar. This was a much more intimate instance. I gave everything to him and he took me.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to explore the rest of his home. He said it would be better to just bring me back for a real tour some other time. On our way to his car I did get a glimpse and noticed he lived in a giant manor, one that bore a modern design with a lot of glass instead of old wood furniture.

  When he drove me home all I could think of was that feeling Dylan gave me. Even in the car and in my room all I could think of was how I felt while getting fucked. All I could think of was the taste of his cock and how his cum felt so warm and so good on my face. I remembered how he pleased me and teased me with his tongue and how he played with my pussy.

  I completely forgot about the door and luckily it was left unlocked. When Ysa and Matt got back they didn’t realize I had left. Dylan had been long gone by then, back to his home. They probably thought I was asleep. I was just in my room, with my fingers between my legs playing with my pussy, and I fell asleep listening to them fucking in the other room.

  Chapter Four

  The following week passed without any incident. Dylan continued to text and call and we’d spend hours just chatting online but we didn’t get to meet up. He was busy with work, having to deal with a new company they acquired, and I was just droning
through my days like a lifeless robot.

  During one of our lunch breaks Ysa came up to me with a cross face. I knew immediately she probably had a fight with Matt.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I asked as she sat down beside me, placing her tray of food on the table. I checked my watch - still had an hour before I had to go back to my desk.

  She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Fucking Matthew. I went through his phone last night.”

  I knew it. They often fought but it was usually about crazy shit or utter nonsense like who should sleep on which side of the bed. “So, what’d you find? Is he cheating on you with that bitch from Benny’s?”

  Ysa shook her head. “No, it’s a little more complicated than that. He’s been texting Jerry and they’re trying to set me up for a threesome.”

  My jaw dropped. Took us both a moment to process what she just said.

  “To make it worse,” she continued on, “he’s also been texting Xia and he’s been trying to set up a threesome with her too. He wants me to fuck him and Jerry and then fuck him and Xia.”

  I wanted to pinch myself. “Wow,” I felt like we were in some kind of awkward, really weird dream. “So what did you tell him?”

  “I told him he can fuck Jerry or suck his cock because I don’t want to be a part of it,” Ysa answered. She took a few big bites out of her lunch and I followed suit, trying to process this whole ordeal while munching down.

  “Of course he didn’t see it that way,” Ysa rambled on. “He just thinks he’s in charge of our sex life since he’s older and the provider. Maybe he thinks I’m like his personal skank or some shit.”

  “Mm-hm,” was all I could muster. Every time she continued rambling I’d just nod. My thoughts were beginning to go off the rails.

  When she mentioned how she was younger and how Matt was in control it just made me think of how I was a submissive little girl to Dylan, a man I willingly called my daddy. I was his little girl - almost like a daughter with our age difference - and at the same time I was his sub, his toy… his slave.

  “Hey,” Ysa snapped me back to reality. “Did you hear a single fucking word I said?”

  I looked back at her and raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Yeah, Matt’s being a dick, treating you like a slut and wants you for threesomes with Xia and that old fart, Jerry.”

  “No, bitch,” ah fuck, she caught me not listening to her. She punched me in the shoulder and sipped her drink. “I said Jack is bugging me about you. I think he wants to ask you out or something.”

  “Jack?” I couldn’t remember a Jack for the life of me. “Who’s Jack?”

  She looked at me like I committed a crime. “Jack O’Jackley, that cute guy who works up in administration. He’s kind of nice, I guess, and he’s a little younger than Dylan.”

  “I don’t know,” I wasn’t really feeling excitement for anyone but Dylan now. “I’m not feeling it.”

  Ysa’s mouth gaped open and she looked at me in surprise, “Are you getting serious with Dylan? You just met him.”

  “Hey, you fucked Matt four days in a row after you met him,” I pointed out. It was true, they had a goddamn sex party for nearly a week.

  She laughed and then pointed a finger at my face, “You got a point. Still, you’re young and we ain’t so sure if Dylan can hold it. This Jack wants to meet you later. Give him a try and then think it over at home which one you like.”

  “I’ll consider it,” I replied. I picked up my tray. “No promises, okay? If you see him give him my number. I’ll tell him if I want to go.”

  Ysa nodded and then waved me off so she could continue finishing her meal. I left her and headed back to work.

  ***

  Jack did get my number, not even an hour later. He sent me a few pictures online and I had to admit, he did look pretty hot. He looked to be a good ten years younger than Dylan and it showed. He had a big physique. This guy could easily crush me with those gigantic muscles. The way they rippled on his arms just matched the suave of his brown, wavy hair and blue eyes. If Dylan looked like a rock star, Jack was a football star, a quarterback legend. He was the kind of guy girls would line up behind the bleachers to suck and fuck.

  However, even while chatting away with Jack, my thoughts were constantly tracing back to Dylan. I could still vividly remember how he held down on my mouth and neck the night he abducted me. I could still feel how he fucked my throat, how he shot his load all over my face and how he fucked me from behind. I could remember how he ripped through my flesh and made me like it.

  Well, Dylan didn’t have any plans for us to meet up. I guess I could give this Jack a shot.

  “Meet me after work,” I texted. “I got some free time. Want to chill together or something?”

  I was finishing up a report when I got his reply. “Sure. I’ll take you to my place.”

  Hell fucking yeah. Just a few weeks ago I was single, lonely and a virgin. Now I was constantly thinking of sex, fingering my pussy whenever I could and I got two hot guys trying to take me out.

  When I was done with work he already texted me, telling me to wait for him in the parking lot. So I did. As soon I texted that I was there he drove up in a gorgeous, red luxury car and greeted me with the hottest smile I’ve yet seen. For a very quick moment I felt a little guilty but only because I was wearing the same red dress Dylan had bought me but now I was wearing it with a different guy.

  “Hi,” he greeted as he waved at me and opened the passenger door. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then stepped into his car. I waited as he walked around and got back into the driver’s seat.

  “Thanks for asking me out,” I told him as I locked in my seat belt. “I honestly had no fucking idea what to do after work today.”

  Jack laughed and began to drive out of the company lot and to the highway. “Your friend Ysabel, she’s a real character, isn’t she?”

  That sounded a little bit off. I didn’t push it though. “Yeah, she can be a real bitch sometimes but we’ve been together forever. You get used to it.”

  “That’s a hard personality to live with though,” he commented. “We’re not here to talk about Ysabel though, I want to talk about you, honey.”

  I smiled at the way he called me ‘honey’ and looked at him with a curious eye. “Why did you ask me out, by the way?”

  “How many men asked you out before?” he answered my question with a question of his own. “Be honest now.”

  I didn’t mind him evading my question. I can pressure him later on. “Before you? Six.”

  “Your whole life you only dated six men? How many did you sleep with?”

  That was not a question I’d expect for a first date, especially with a guy I just met. “If I’m as honest as honest can get, will you promise to tell the truth too?”

  “Of course,” Jack quickly answered. I doubted he was being honest in that very moment.

  “I’ve only had sex once in my whole life,” I told him. “I just lost my virginity to the last guy I was with. Short answer is that no, I did not sleep with any of them but the last guy.”

  Jack looked at me with an expression of disbelief. He then smiled and reached out to me, putting his hand on my leg. “You are one very interesting little girl, aren’t you?”

  I felt very uncomfortable with him putting his hand on me like that but I didn’t say a word. “I try to be, I guess.”

  He took a right turn and we began to drive into the executive village just north of downtown. This was a very different side of the city, definitely more high class than where me and Ysabel lived. I wondered if Dylan lived here. I barely remembered the details since I was unconscious during the ride going there and in a rush when we were heading out.

  “So, you’re in the admin department, huh?” I asked, trying to get a different topic going or at least have a steady conversation.

  “Yeah, honey,” he said with confidence and pride. Jerk. “I’m the boss of everybody since I only answer to the guys on the board and the big b
oss.”

  I turned away a bit so he couldn’t see me rolling my eyes. He was so full of himself I was starting to regret even coming with him. There was no spark at all with this guy except for the dumb fact he was hot. Nice going, I’m going out with the football jock.

  “Wow,” I said with a slightly sarcastic tone which I hoped he didn’t catch. “I bet girls are just lining up for you, huh?”

  He shrugged but I saw the look of pride in his face. “Just the usual hoes.”

  I couldn’t say anything to that and just settled with looking at him while he continued to drive. He kept his one hand on my leg and every now and then I’d feel him tap his fingers on my skin or raise his hand a little bit. Each time he did I’d squirm just a little.

  Don’t get aroused, he’s a fucking dickwad. I kept repeating that phrase in my head but each time I looked at him I felt a little bit of heat burning in my guts. It didn’t take long and I was feeling a little anxiety building between my legs. I didn’t mean to but his touch was beginning to get me wet.

  “Jack,” I whispered when he began to raise his hand again. It was now well up on my thigh and now pushing against my mini-dress. My breathing was beginning to get heavy and slow. I bit down on my lip and looked up at him.

  “Almost there, honey,” he said as he finally took a last turn and up a driveway. When I looked out the window I saw we were coming up into a large condominium building. It looked like a hotel, to be honest.

  “You live here?” I just had to ask.

  He smiled and looked at me, “I own this place.” He seemed to imply he was impressing me but all I could think of was his hand being so close to my pussy. Jack then looked down at his hand on my leg. I could have sworn he licked his lips too.

  “Jack,” I whispered again.

  “Yeah?”

  “Take me up there and fuck me, damn it,” I can’t believe I said that with a straight face.

  ***

  “Fuck me, you little bitch,” Jack grunted and he flicked the bedside lamp on.