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By *ikeEx OP Man 15 weeks ago
Near Alfreton, Derbyshire |
Candy was home alone, like usual.
Doom scrolling was getting boring.
the game she played on her iPhone was getting too easy.
She logged into the website after receiving an email to day she had a message.
The message was from a guy, not too far away, said he can drive, but Candy historically had declined him.
This time was different.
"I need conpany" she replied.
Her location details were shared.
A knock on her door some tike later that day, and Cabdy opened the door.
Hair wet after taking a shower, she led the guy to the sofa after a nice kiss at the door.
Candy was only wearing a towel and she encouraged him to sit on the right side of the sofa, as Candy sat on her usual left.
After a few more minutes kissing and rubbing the guys creations through his jeans, he stood up and got naked, before sitting next to her to play with her wetness.
As they played, he finger fucked her making her orgasm, Candy Squirted on the sofa several times soaking the black linen cover. "Its ok, I can take the cover off and wash it." She mumbled as fingers were being piston pumped inside her folds.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take this into the bedroom!"
Standing up, she took his hand and led him through the small corridor, turning right to the bedroom. the squirted juices running down her inner thighs.
She sat at the edge of the bed, stroking the guy before taking him into her mouth giving him a blow job he would never forget.
The suction was forcing her cheeks to become hollow and the guy didnt taken long to spill into her mouth.
Swallowing almost all of his load, but doing what Candy does, she kissed him pushing a little bit of him into his mouth.
He didnt complain, took it and found it erotic.
Candy shuffled back onto her bed, her glistening wetness being rubbed by her right hand. The guy staring at her, getting hard again.
Looking on, he moved.. it was time.
He crawled over Candy, kissed her lips again while sliding inside her.
The filling sensation Came over her, this time it was because she had him inside her.
Pumping away, in and out, stretching her, it made Candy squirt again.
The moans for pleasurable ecstasy from Candy too him over the edge.
"Cum inside me, I was to feel it." He obliged.
After spilling inside her, Candy had one more hole to be filled.
Her message "I need company," met much more than that. Candy was a cum whore, and cum is what she wanted, and as her profile said, she wanted it 'In every hole.'
The afternoon light, thick as honey, pooled on the carpetted floor of Candy’s flat. The silence was a familiar weight, pressing down on the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. She was home alone. As usual.
A chime from her laptop broke the stillness. An email notification. A new message on the lifestyle site, the one she checked with a mix of hope and resignation. The sender was a familiar name, a profile she’d glanced at before. He wasn't far. He could drive. Historically, she’d always clicked ‘decline’, a flicker of caution or perhaps just apathy staying her thumb.
Today, the cursor hovered. The silence in the room felt louder than ever. Her thumb moved. She typed back, a raw, unvarnished truth.
"I need conpany"
A typo. She didn't fix it. She hit send, then shared her location details. The act felt both reckless and utterly necessary.
Time stretched and compressed. The knock on the door, when it came, was sharp and definite, cutting through the afternoon haze. Candy opened it. Her hair was a dark, damp halo around her face, fresh from the shower, and she was wrapped in nothing but a towel, tucked tight just above her breasts.
He was just as his pictures, maybe a little softer around the edges in real life. She didn't hesitate, pulling him in by the front of his shirt for a kiss that was less a greeting and more a statement of intent. It was deep and hungry, a silent conversation of mutual need.
He hesitated, as he could taste cigarettes and chewing gum on her breath, but continued anyway.
She led him to the sofa, her bare feet silent on the floorboards. "Sit here," she murmured, gesturing to the right side. She took her usual spot on the left, the towel riding up her thighs. The kissing resumed, more urgent this time. Her hands roamed, finding the hard ridge of his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. She rubbed him through the fabric, feeling him twitch and grow under her palm.
After a few minutes of this delicious friction, he broke the kiss and stood. Without a word, he shucked off his clothes, letting them fall into a heap on the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and erect. He sat back down beside her, his thigh hot against hers, and his fingers found the edge of her towel, tugging it loose. It fell away, and his hand slid between her legs, into the slick heat waiting there.
He played with her folds, circling her clit before sliding a finger inside. Then another. He began to pump them, a steady, insistent rhythm. The pressure built, a tight coil in her belly. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The coil snapped. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she cried out, her back arching. A gush of wetness soaked the black linen sofa cover beneath her. He didn't stop, and another orgasm followed, then another, each one accompanied by a fresh spray of fluid that drenched the cushion.
"Its ok," she mumbled, her voice breathy and wrecked as his fingers continued their relentless piston-like pumping inside her. "I can take the cover off and wash it."
"Come on," she gasped, finally pushing his hand away. "Let's take this into the bedroom!"
She stood up, her legs trembling slightly, and took his hand. She led him down the short corridor, turning right into her bedroom. The evidence of her pleasure glistened on her inner thighs, a trail of her own making.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weightm the ever exsitent smell of sex in her room. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. Then she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
She gave him head like it was an art form and she was a master. Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge before taking him deep. The suction was intense, pulling at him, forcing her cheeks to hollow. She bobbed her head, her movements fluid and confident, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other cupped his balls. It was too much, too good. He didn't last long. With a groan, he spilled into her mouth, a hot, salty flood.
Candy swallowed most of it, but held a little back. She released him, leaned up, and kissed him, pushing the small amount of his own cum past his lips with her tongue. He didn't flinch or complain. He took it, his eyes widening slightly before a slow, erotic smile spread across his face. He found it incredibly hot.
Candy shuffled back on the bed, lying down against the pillows. Her right hand drifted down to her pussy, still slick and swollen, and she began to rub herself slowly. Reaching over for a dildo, she teased herself with it, before sliding it inside, hard and fast. He watched her, his gaze intense, and his cock, which had barely softened, began to harden again, rising to full attention.
He moved, crawling over her, covering her body with his. He kissed her again, a deep, possessive kiss as he moved into place. Candy removed the large dildo, and waited expectantly for him to position himself between her legs. He slid inside her in one smooth stroke.
The feeling of being filled, of having him stretch her wide, sent a jolt of pure pleasure through her. This was it. This was what she needed, what she was known for, what she loved to do. He began to move, pumping in and out, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. The bed creaked in protest. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt herself building towards another peak. With a loud cry of pleasurable ecstasy, she came again, her body convulsing around him, another gush of fluid soaking the sheets beneath them.
Her cries pushed him over the edge.
"Cum inside me," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "I want to feel it."
He obliged, thrusting deep one last time and spilling into her, a hot, pulsing release that filled her completely. The initial shot pushed against her cervix, giving her the sensation that shook her from deep within.
He collapsed against her, both of them breathing heavily. But Candy wasn't done. She had one more hole to be filled.
The feeling Candy got when he hit her cervix with cum made her twitch in places only she felt and loved- her ass.
Candy left him on the bed, and reached to get a packet of wipes to clean herself up, before grabbing the bottle of water to replenish her thirst.
Giving him a few minutes, Candy stated what she wanted. "You said you could cum a few times in a few hours, so- I want you to fuck my ass and cum deep inside me!" she said, her voice a low, husky command.
He looked at her, a slow grin spreading across his face. He was more than happy to oblige.
Candy got on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. He moved behind her, his cock already hard again. She past him a small bottle of anal lube. he shot a little bit on her tight little hole, working the moisture in with his thumb before pressing the head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed forward slowly, letting her adjust to his size.
The stretch was intense, a burning pleasure that made her gasp. He sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her ass. He paused for a moment, letting her get used to the fullness, then he began to move. He started slow, but soon built up a steady, powerful rhythm, fucking her ass with long, deep strokes that left her breathless.
The feeling was incredible, a different kind of fullness, a different kind of pleasure. She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit, the dual sensations sending her into a frenzy. She could feel another orgasm building, a massive one that threatened to consume her whole.
"Cum with me," she panted, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Cum in my ass. Now!"
That was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, filling her ass with a final hot load. The feeling of him pulsing inside her sent her over the edge, and she came with a scream, her body shaking uncontrollably.
He stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them panting, before he slowly pulled out. A trickle of cum followed, running down her thigh.
Candy collapsed onto the bed, a satisfied, boneless heap.
Her message, "I need company," had been met with so much more than that. Candy was a cum whore, and cum is what she wanted, and as her profile said, she wanted it 'In every hole.'
And today, she got her wish.
The evening had settled into a deep, quiet blue outside her window. The flat, once again, was just hers. The scent of sex and sweat still clung to the air, a ghost of the afternoon's frantic energy. Candy had showered, the hot water a necessary baptism, and now sat wrapped in a worn silk robe, her laptop glowing on her knees. The black linen sofa cover was in the wash, a secret only she and the damp cushion knew.
She navigated to the lifestyle site, a familiar ritual. A new notification blinked next to the man's profile. A review. Her heart gave a little thump, a mix of apprehension and a flicker of pride. She clicked it open.
His words were stark, a stark contrast to the veiled language she usually employed. *'An unforgettable afternoon. Be warned, she's a squirter – her sofa cover wasn't the only thing that got soaked! Took everything I could give her in the bedroom, and then some. A true pleasure.'*
A flush crept up her neck. It was crude, public, and utterly him. She felt a prickle of irritation, a violation of the unspoken rules. Her own reviews, when she bothered to leave them, were masterpieces of plausible deniability. *'Had a lovely coffee with this charming gentleman.'* or *'A fun afternoon, hope to see him again soon.'* Her private life was a performance, and she was the only one who should hold the script. She closed the tab without leaving a reply. Some things, she decided, were meant to be kept private.
That night, she decided to put her account on hold, and deleted the app from her phone. The constant hum of possibility, the endless scroll of faces and promises, had become a noise she no longer wanted in her head. The need, that sharp, hollow ache that had driven her to type "I need conpany," had been sated, filled to the brim and overflowing. For the first time in a long while, the silence of her flat felt like a choice, not a sentence.
Candy's health issue flared up, causing painx, discomfort and a lack of sleep for weeks, possibly months had taken her concentration and time.
The weeks turned into a month, then two. March bled into April. The world outside her window greened. Candy found a different rhythm. She read books she'd bought years ago. She took long walks with her friend and her friends dog to the woods. The desire was still there, a low ember in her belly, but it wasn't a raging fire demanding fuel. It was just… there. A part of her, like the small mole on her shoulder or the way she hummed when she cooked. |
