At that moment, he let out a groan, feeling her hot, wet mouth envelop his cock head. Candace moaned around his cock head and began to suckle on it. Kyle felt as if she was trying to coax his cum from his balls through his cock like she was sucking on a fat straw. It was an exquisite combination - the feel of her hot, wet mouth and the view of such a perfect, feminine girl transformed into such a wanton cocksucker.
"No hands, just your mouth, Candie," Kyle ordered, feeling entitled to be bossy.
Candace kept her hands to herself, behind her back, her tits thrust out, held by the almost-bursting lace of her bra. Her nipples couldn't help but be noticeably erect as well, poking through.
Kyle's thrusts became more forceful, his cock pushing the back of Candace's throat. She gagged a couple times but kept up the eye contact with a look that almost dared him to not to cum. He wouldn't last long. It was all too hot.
"To punish you for being such a naughty slut, I am going to cum all over your face," Kyle declared.
"Mmmm" was all Candace could say in reply as her mouth was overflowing with saliva and cock.
Another minute of fucking Candace's mouth, and Kyle was ready to blow.
"Here it comes!" cried Kyle.
His first blast began while the head was still in Candace's mouth, a decent shot that momentarily gagged her. He then stroked his cock, allowing a few decent blobs to drop on her upturned, perfect face.
He always wondered why some pornstars could shoot such massive loads, and with such force. He was not similarly gifted, but it still felt so good.
Candace, on the other hand, felt Kyle's hot cum on her face and, rather than be grossed out, reveled in it. She brought a manicured hand up to her face and rubbed his cum over her face and then pushed it into her mouth. She then leaned forward and captured his cock with her lips, using her tongue to tease the sensitive corona.
Kyle shuddered, as the sensation was overwhelming. "Fuck, that's hot!" he blurted out, grabbing her head so he could pull her off as it got to be too much.
Kyle staggered back and reveled in the sight before him of Candace kneeling, still dressed in the tight skirt, stilettos, and pink bra, her model-perfect face also dressed up - in gobs of cum.
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After grabbing a bite to eat with Kyle, Candace dropped Kyle back at his house and drove home to her parents' house.
As Candace closed the door to her room, she immediately started to disrobe, again removing her blouse and undoing her skirt. She looked at her body in the full length mirror, appraising her tan, her shape, the way her boobs strained at the cups of her bra, the way the string of her thong snagged on her hip bone, the slight camel toe, her toned thighs and tapered calves, her slender, almost fragile ankles, and her perfectly pedicured feet with her slightly upturned big toes.
Candace thought she looked a bit like the country singer Carrie Underwood, but more top heavy and bigger, almond-shaped eyes.
Candace began to run her hands over her breasts, soon enough pulling on her gumdrop nipples. Slowly she undid her bra and shucked it off, her heaving tits now aching to be played with. Her right hand slid down, below her thong, where she felt the baby-soft lips of her pussy, warm and moist. She had lingered in horniness since her experience with Danielle earlier in the day, the fire further stoked by her blowjob. Unfortunately, Kyle had not reciprocated. That was beginning to be a bit of a pattern, Candace thought ruefully.
Now Candace began massaging her clit slowly as she tugged on her nipples, softly moaning. She briefly walked over to her closet and retrieved a small vibrator from a shoebox, and then returned to face the mirror.
She now slid her thong down and stepped out of it, nude but for her navy strappy stilettos, and began using the vibrator, first on her lips, then inside her, which elicited a moan. She slowly pulled it back out, and now took aim at her clitoris, circling her prey on a low setting, but closing in for the kill at the right time.
Her eyes turned to slits as she started to fall into a reverie. An image appeared in her head where she imagined herself just as she was in front of the mirror, but instead she was in front of many masked, naked, erect men. Then, suddenly she was laid on a raised, cushioned platform, her nude body restrained, her legs held open, exposed and vulnerable.
Candace imagined Danielle there, also nude - except for heels and a mask. On Danielle's cue, the men silently would approach Candace and ravish her one by one. After all had had a turn at her mouth and her pussy, Danielle would cue them again, and all dozen or so would ejaculate all over her perfect teen body. At this point, Candace broke from her reverie, convulsing with an orgasm and falling to her knees on the carpet, her eyes watering, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. "Oh my god," Candace thought, "it seemed so real!"
After recovering her composure, Candace removed her heels and threw on a chemise and got into her big fluffy bed. She remembered that tomorrow was the day she would meet one of her bosses, Manuel Bienfait. She and Danielle would pick him up from the airport. Danielle had told her to expect a long workday, and to dress to impress. Candace fell asleep contemplating outfits for her big day - there would be only one chance to make a good first impression, she thought as she dozed off.
Author's Note: As always, feedback welcome. If you've made it this far, I'd appreciate a vote and hopefully a comment. Apologies as it has been a while since the last installment. I will try to get back on a regular cadence.
