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WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions
of sexual acts performed between consenting adults.  If you
are not at least 18 years of age then exit this file now.
If you do not like graphic sex, you probably wouldn't be 
viewing this story anyhow. Enjoy. This is a fantasy romp 
and is fun for everyone.
You may reach the author at rock_hancock@hotmail.com
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M/F, cons, gang, oral, food fun

Candy Girl
by
Rock Hancock

     Candy admired her sleek body in the mirror of her dressing
room. She had long shiny red hair almost to her ass. Her eyes
were sparkling blue in a face gently tanned. She winked at
herself as she applied the pale pink lipstick required for her
costume. She dabbed the excess, moistened her lips, and
pronounced the task of dressing completed.
     Stepping back she gave herself a last minute appraisal. Her
costume consisted of a white blouse stretched taut over her 38D
breasts and tight hot-pants just barely long enough to cover her
pussy in pink satin material. The crack of her ass could be
clearly seen between her luscious globes. Panty hose covered her
long shapely legs; their sheerness added to the illusion of
tanned nudity. Six-inch spike heels in patent leather black
completed the outfit.
     Like Good  n Plenty candies, she was dressed as befitted her
name in pink and white. Candy waited for her cue to go onstage
and picked her one prop for tonight's performance, a sucker about
3 inches long shaped exactly like a cock, a small one to be sure.
The house had a rule about such props and she was not allowed to
use a full-sized sucker, commonly referred to as a "cock-sucker."
She shrugged, since the law only allowed topless dancing, she
couldn't use a full-sized cock-sucker in the way she really
wanted anyhow. She certainly could not put on the kind of show
she knew the audience wanted. Sighing, she slipped the
cock-sucker inside her nude-look bra for later use.
     Finally it was Candy's turn to dance. The other girls had
warmed up the crowd. Most of them used scarves, or boas and
danced around a shiny brass pole as lewdly and sensuously as they
could. One gal had a teddy bear which she pretended was sucking
her tits and at the finale, she fucked it against her
cloth-covered cunt several times to the uproarious delight of the
crowd.
     Candy stepped on stage and located Walter, her boyfriend, in
the front row. She put her tipbox down near the front of the
stage and close to Walter. Candy never stopped her dance to
collect her tips like most of the girls. In this state, the
customers were not allowed to touch the women, so she would have
to take the money from their hands with hers, ruining the
illusion she was creating for the men. Candy preferred they put
the money in the box and enjoy her show.
     She strutted her stuff to the music of the "Candyman" and
showed off her fantastic body before getting down to the real
striptease. She twirled and gyrated, kicking up her long legs.
She arched her back, making her lovely melons press against the
fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were always hard in these
performances and the cold AC made them stand out stiffer than
usual under the smoky blue lights of the club. Dancing was a real
turn-on for Candy and she loved the two hundred or more pairs of
staring eyes eagerly trying to glimpse as much of her body as
possible.
     As the song went into the second verse, Candy started
peeling her blouse off slowly - one button at a time. After
undoing each button, she would draw out the anticipation.
Seductively, she slid her hands down over her pink hot-pants and
slowly drew them up over her love mound. All the while, she would
moan and shake her head from side to side and thrust her hips
forward against her hands. The audience grew wild with whistles
and applause at this lewd behavior. 
     Candy had the crowd spellbound and already her box was
filling with tips, mostly ones. She knew the fives, tens and even
twenties would be added soon enough. Unfastening the last button,
Candy wiggled out of her blouse. The crowd could clearly see her
tanned tits through the lacy bra. At this point, she pulled the
sucker out of her bra and showed it to the crowd. She held the
handle and jacked the sucker part up and down with the other hand
and frowned as it didn't grow any larger. The crowd laughed and
many men offered to let her use a bigger - much bigger - cock.
     Finally shrugging her shoulders, Candy made an exaggerated
"O" and popped the cock-sucker into her mouth. She slid it in and
out several times as if she sucked on the real thing. Then she
undid her lacy bra and twirled it around her head several times
while dancing up and down the stage pretending to look for a
receiver. Of course, she threw it to Walter who expertly caught
it and eagerly sniffed the two large cups. He draped the bra
around his neck and continued watching Candy's performance.
     Candy's perfectly tanned tits jiggled enticingly, bouncing
her stiffened cherry-like nipples for the audience's delight. Her
nipples pointed slightly upward. They were a dark red with deeper
burgundy aureoles surrounding them. Her breasts were silken
smooth, firm and full, like luscious canteloupes. They were also
as evenly tanned as the rest of her body, except for a small
heart of untanned flesh on her left breast. No silicone here,
only real warm female flesh and lots of it.
     Now Candy played the cock-sucker over each nipple, making
the nipple shine with her saliva and grow even harder. She
fondled and caressed her tits, squeezing the melons together. She
slid the cock-sucker up and down her incredible cleavage. The
audience went wild and Candy knew every cock in the house was
trying to rip through its owner's pants. God, she thought, if
only she could give all those hard cocks the attention they
desired. The thought made her already wet pussy throb with
eagerness and a deep hunger.  
     Finally after teasing the audience with her playful antics,
she popped the cock-sucker back into her mouth to the
appreciative moans of the crowd and started unzipping her
hot-pants. Slowly, she slid the shiny pink pants down her long
legs
and let them drop near her blouse. If any newcomers expected to
see her luscious firebush, they were disappointed. 
     The law didn't allow total nudity. In fact, it had very
stringent requirements, to wit: "Any exotic dancer must wear a
costume of an opaque material sufficient to cover the vagina, all
pubic hair, and 40% of her buttocks." Nobody knew how you
determined 40% of asscheeks, though Candy felt sure many men
would love to measure hers. Anyhow, that was the law and she now
wore a tiny bikini, not quite a thong - that would be illegal.
Candy's bikini was as damn small as she could find and still be
legal. She really wanted to strip completely and give these men a
show they would never forget - but not in this state.
     Again, she danced up and down the stage so the entire
audience coud get an eye-full of the nearly naked dancer. She
turned for them and jutting her shapely ass at the crowd, she
slipped her hands inside the bikini and shoved the material into
her ass crack. In effect, she created a thong and allowed them to
see all of her gorgeous asscheeks. The Hell with that 40% shit,
she thought. The crowd howled in delight and money overflowed her
tipbox.
     Finally, she turned around and taking the cock-sucker out of
her mouth, Candy rubbed it up and down her bikini-clad pussy. The
closer men could easily see the wet spot outlining her love
tunnel. She made thrusting motions with her hips and slipped her
hand down inside her bikini. She made fucking motions with the
tiny cock-sucker, shoving the material into her love canal. She
pushed her bikini down almost to the slit of her pussy. Her clit
throbbed hard against her middle finger, but she couldn't let
anyone see that precious beauty. Those in the front row,
especially Walter, did catch a full view of her luscious mound
and the curly red hair covering it. Her firebush glistened wetly
as she rolled the cock-sucker around in it. The Hell with that
covering pubic hair shit too, she thought. 
     Candy believed in pushing the envelope and she did it every
chance she could. A stern look from the owner told her she had
pushed as far as she could go. Reluctantly, Candy pulled her
bikini back into place. She put the cock-sucker back into her
mouth, bowed to the audience and picked up her tipbox. Strutting
off stage to loud applause, Candy winked at Walter and blew him a
kiss. She definitely had plans for him tonight.
     Candy pocketed her tips and changed into street clothes
while waiting for Walter. He soon joined her.
     "Wow baby. You sure gave them a show they'll never forget. I
can't believe you showed so much of your pussy. You know that's
illegal. You're lucky an inspector wasn't in the audience."
     "Yeah, I know, but they all wanted to see it." Candy planted
a deep French kiss on Walter's mouth, tonguing him deeply and
fondling his limp cock through his pants. She broke the kiss and
continued, "You know how hot dancing makes me. We have to move
somewhere so I can dance completely nude. God, I bet just doing a
dance in the buff would make me cum." Candy laughed and kept
working on Walter's hardening cock.
     "Oh baby. You best wait until we get home before you start
something you can't finish here." Walter, reluctantly pushed her
hand away from his erection and held the door of the club open
for her. While they walked to the car, he spoke again. "Maybe I
can do something about your dancing wish."
     "Honey, you do. I love dancing for you at home and the
fucking that follows is the hottest, but I meant in front of a
crowd like tonight. There is just something so hot about all
those hungry men feasting their eyes on me like I was... was...."
     "Good  n Plenty candies?" Walter offered.
     She laughed and they got into Walter's red Camaro
convertible. Since it was a warm summer night, he had the top
down. Gunning the engine, he backed out of the parking lot. A
block away, they took the ramp to the Interstate. Candy had her
hand in Walter's lap and was teasing his erection mercilessly
through his pants. Walter quickly brought the convertible up to
speed and set the cruise control at 70 mph.
     Candy quickly unbuckled his jeans, unzipped his fly and
fished his hard cock out of its prison. Now she was ready for the
"driving game" as they called it. Throbbing and rock-hard, his
cock stood a full 9 inches long, at least half of it sticking
above her small fist. Walter heaved a sigh of relief as Candy's
mouth circled his man-sized sucker. She went to work on it with a
happy eagerness. With her other hand, she managed to work his
pants down far enough to get to his massive balls. She fondled
and rubbed them gently in her hand. Candy could not quite swallow
Walter's mammoth cock, but it sure was fun trying. She loved to
be stuffed at both ends and this was just the start of things.
     Sucking Walter's cock while speeding down the highway at 70
gave her almost as much thrill as dancing totally nude for a
crowd, Candy thought. She felt Walter's love juice seep out and
eased off his cock. She licked the clear fluid clean on the tip
and stopped jacking him for a minute.
     "Ahhhhhhh. Don't stop. I don't want to play the game."
Walter moaned. "I'm ready to cum."
     "No way," Candy said, "we've only gone 2 miles. It's 30 more
to the house. I want my sucker to last at least long enough to
get home." She let go of his hot organ completely at that point
and sat back in her seat.
     Walter breathed heavily, his cock throbbed in the hot night
air between the steering wheel and his belly. It was definitely
lonely without Candy's mouth and hand. Slowly, Walter eased the
cruise control up. "Okay honey. You can suck it some more. I
won't cum until we get to the house. Geesh, just give me a break
here; let me do 75. I'm so hot from watching you dance."
     "Put that cruise back to 70. If you try that again I'll make
you slow down to 65." 
     Walter groaned, but eased the speed back to the limit. He
knew Candy loved this game and he wasn't going to get a break
tonight. The good news: Candy quickly went back to work on his
cock.
     This was a game they often played on the road. Candy loved
to suck cock. Cocks were her suckers as she called them, the cum
was her cockcandy and she couldn't get enough of it. She dreamed
of having an all-day sucker, but so far no man could last
anywhere near the whole day. 
     Walter was the best she had met so far. Once she kept him
going for a full hour - a 70 mile drive out into the desert. Then
she let him cum and he filled her mouth with a gallon of jism, or
so it seemed to her. Then under the stars, he stuffed that 9 inch
cock into her pussy and came 3 more times. He really filled her
up that night. She lost count of the climaxes she had as she
howled in primitive lust at the full moon everytime she came. She
spent the night beneath his bucking, super hot, super hard, 
fucking body and loved every second of it.
     The only sad thing she remembered now was that 4 times was
Walter's cum limit. She had to wait until the following evening
before having him stuff her yearning always-hungry pussy again. 
     "Ahhhhhhhh," Walter's moans brought Candy out of her reverie
and she realized that he was nearing an orgasm again. Quickly,
she took her mouth off his cock, slowed her hand down and
prepared to stop. She kept her sensitive fingers on his balls and
around the base of his rod. She had almost a sixth sense and knew
when a man was about to explode. She had been with Walter long
enough to tease him like a fine-tuned violin. She could take him
higher than he ever imagined before meeting her and still let him
down gently before crisis - only to take him even higher again.
     Candy sat up for a minute, letting Walter cool down a bit.
She knew from the landmarks of the city, they were still 15 miles
from home, the cruise was still set to 70. She knew he hadn't
changed it on her, because she could see the speedometer from his
lap. Walter had called her bluff only once before and she had
made him pay by dropping it all the way down to 55. It had been
delicious torture for both of them getting home that night.
     "I'm okay, baby. You can suck me," Walter said, his voice
husky. "We're almost there." He sighed, knowing his reward would
come - or cum - in the driveway of their house.
     Good, Candy thought, she loved to suck her candymeat, but
her pussy was aching with it's own hunger. After making Walter
cum, he'd be more than happy to lick her off a couple of times.
By then he'd be ready to start fucking her for the rest of the
night. Candy knew very well how to play his next 3 orgasms to
spread them out and make Walter last until sunrise. The thought
made her giddy with anticipation. 
     She returned her attention to Walter's throbbing hard-on,
licking off the clear juice and sucking up and down on it,
gently, carefully, stuffing her mouth full of the hot cockmeat.
Yummy, she thought, so hot now and eager. She could feel it ready
to explode and only her careful playing kept that from happening
too soon.
     Finally, she heard the crunch of gravel as they drove up the
driveway. Candy stepped up her sucking and jacking as Walter
turned off the engine and leaned the seat back. This made it even
easier for Candy to get at her sucker and she did so with relish.
     "Ahhhhhhh. Oooooooohhhhh. I'm going to cum," Walter moaned.
"Oh baby, I'm going to explode."
     Candy redoubled her efforts and sucked as much of Walter's
cock down her throat as possible and jacked him hard as well.
Teasing time was over and now it was cumming time. She used both
hands to jack his cock and squeeze his balls. Walter was moaning
and crying in pleasure. She thought she heard some other noises,
but dismissed them as she was busy with one of her greatest
pleasures - sucking cock.
     "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH. I'M CUMMMING," Walter screamed
and his cock erupted in Candy's mouth. He bucked up against her
face, shoving his pumping cock deeper into her throat.
     Candy swallowed quickly to keep up with the spurting shots
of hot liquid pouring down her throat. She wanted all the
cumcandy she could get, but Walter spewed so much that some of
the delicious cream dribbled down her chin. Candy kept working on
his cockmeat trying to get every last squirt. 
     Finally, she felt Walter growing limp and she reluctantly
let his meat slip out of her still sucking mouth, savoring the
last cum drops. Candy lifted her head, wiping the cum dribble
from her chin and pushing it into her mouth. She inspected
Walter's cock for any missed cumcandy and seeing none, she sat
up. 
     As she did so, she stared into the faces of three other men.
They were leaning over the doors of the convertible and
practically in the front seat with her and Walter. 
     "What the fuck?" She cried out in surprise. She knew the
men. They were three of her best customers at the dance club, but
what the hell were they doing in her driveway? Judging from the
grins on their faces, they had been here long enough to see her
latest performance. "What the fuck are you doing here? What the
fuck's going on, Walter?"
     "Now honey. I said I was planning to make your wish come
true. You know, your dream of dancing in the nude," Walter
answered. "Hi guys. Did you bring the stuff I asked?"
     The men nodded yes and stepped back, rubbing the erections
in their pants. Walter zipped up and started to get out of the
convertible. "Go ahead and take it inside and we'll be there in a
minute." He tossed the house keys to one of the men.
     "What stuff?" Candy asked. She was over her initial surprise
and not at all embarrassed that these men had watched her perform
oral sex on Walter. And Walter had said something about helping
her fulfill her dream of nude dancing. These guys - Matt, John,
and Danny - were her three most loyal customers. They were the
best tippers and she always imagined they had the biggest cocks
in the house - not counting Walter, of course. Who better to put
on a show for than these men? Besides her pussy ached with its
insatiable need to be fucked. Candy followed Walter around to the
trunk of the car with thoughts of multiple fuckings tonight with
multiple guys.
     Walter retrieved a case of champagne from the trunk and
headed for the house.
     "So you want me to dance for the four of you, right?" She
hoped the answer would be yes. It seemed like that was the plan,
but she didn't want to make a dumb mistake, misinterpret
anything, or get Walter mad. "...in the nude. Right?" she added.
     "Oh baby, that's exactly right. At least that's how we're
going to start, my Candy girl. I have some other ideas for
later," he said.
     "Oh. like what? I'm hot to dance. You know that but what
else are you thinking?" she asked. 
     Music greeted their ears as they entered the house and Candy
followed Walter to the kitchen. He put four bottles of champagne
into a cooler of ice. Then he turned to Candy. "We're going to
play  Walter is the boss' now. Remember the rules? Number 1: I
won't answer any questions. Number 2: You will do everything I
say. Remember?" he asked and leaned over and kissed her deeply.
     Candy prolonged the tonguing kiss, knowing that Walter was
savoring the salty taste left from his cum in her mouth. Walter
is the boss is a game they invented about the same time as the
driving game. Walter said it was only fair that he be allowed to
dictate the sexual activity sometimes, since she ruled the
driving game. 

end of part one. Please continue with Part 2



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