Candace's Summer Internship

At the same time that Danielle Charante had been getting off from watching her boss, Manuel, put her two beautiful colleagues through their erotic paces, intern Candace had been visiting her boyfriend, Kyle.

It started when she received a text, pinging just as she was wrapping up the workday:

"Hey...I have the house to myself for the next 5 hours...."

Candace grinned and typed back, "I'll be over in 30 - you won't believe my day today."

Kyle replied with a thumbs up and a question mark.

In a short thereafter, Candace burst through the front door of Kyle's house, still dressed in her provocative attire from work.

Kyle, dressed in swim trunks and nothing else, looked her over from the kitchen as she approached through the foyer, a shopping bag in one hand and car keys in the other, her heels clicking on the hard floor.

His review of her ensemble started at her feet, noting the strappy navy sandals that gave her slender calves a taut, tapered look. His gaze continued up, over the short, matching navy skirt that showed her toned, tanned thighs, to her pale pink, tight chemise blouse that made her look particularly top-heavy.

He felt a lurch in his groin, then looked at her model-beautiful face, framed by long, almost white-blonde hair, now being worn down. Her ice-blue eyes met his.

"I am the luckiest dude in the world," Kyle thought.

"You'll never believe my day," exclaimed Candace.

"Why - what happened," said Kyle, thinking more about undressing Candace than how her day might have gone.

"So, remember that time you were playing "I Never" and you didn't believe I had never fooled around with another girl?"

"Yeah?" said Kyle, nonplussed. Candace put the bag and the keys on the kitchen counter and strode up until she was inches from Kyle. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and broke into a huge grin. "Well now I have," she said, with satisfaction.

"Wait - you what?" Kyle paused, processing this information.

Candace suddenly saw that this news wasn't necessarily an unmitigated good thing.

"You fooled around with another chick?" Kyle repeated. "Like how? Who? When?"

"Baby, I thought you'd be happy - you like lesbian porn and all."

"Candace, that's fantasy - I mean, it's kind of like you cheated on me with a chick." He couldn't help but produce a pouty look.

"Baby...I didn't mean to hurt you...it just sort of happened...and I thought you would think it was hot...." Candace feigned a pout in reply.

Kyle paused as he contemplated if he should be more upset or turned on.

"Well, I mean...it is hot. I mean I guess. Who was the other girl? Wait let me guess...it was Hannah." Kyle was referring (hopefully) to Candace's hot friend, the tall brunette whose provocative swimsuit pics on Instagram Kyle had secretly masturbated to many times.

"No!" Candace shrieked.

"Uhhh, Ellie?"

"Ew NO!" repeated Candace. "I would never fool around with a best friend like that!"

"Well who, then?" asked Kyle. An awkward silence hung in the air.

Candace looked down at her feet. "Someone at work," she confessed.

Kyle's jaw dropped. Candace noted his reaction.

"Yeah, I know - crazy, right? I went to lunch with this lady Danielle - she's a former Parisian model and beautiful even though she's like in her twenties or thirties or something.

Anyway, we went to this lingerie store after lunch and she got me trying stuff on in the dressing room and she started feeling up my tits and you know how sensitive my nipples are. One thing led to another and well...." Her voice trailed off for a moment.

Kyle's mind was reeling. His girlfriend had cheated on him with an older woman who was a model in a lingerie store. Was she kidding? She must be kidding.

"She made me cum, Kyle," Candace said, quietly, wincing as she said it.

"I made her cum, too."

Kyle, still conflicted, but increasingly turned on by her confession, hesitated, and then asked, "Did she use her fingers or her mouth?"

Candace almost laughed at how quickly Kyle's little head could overrule his big head.

"Both, actually. And I did the receiving and then the giving, too."

Candace noticed his swim trunks had tented. She stepped forward and closed her manicured fingers on the bulge pointing down and toward his left leg.

"Is this turning you on, baby?" Candace purred as she looked in his eyes. "Is my boyfriend getting hard hearing about his girlfriend getting seduced by an older woman?"

Kyle nodded and smiled sheepishly. Then he found his voice. "I think you've been naughty, Candace. You need to make this up to me."

Candace's frosted lip gloss formed a pout, and she ran her pink fingernails slowly over his bare chest and down over his rippled abs.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do to make it up to you, baby. Maybe I should start by sucking you off right here in your mom's kitchen."

Kyle's cock surged at her dirty talk. "That sounds like a good start," he replied.

Candace's smile widened and she slowly lowered herself into a squat on her heels, her fingers now working the laces of his swim trunks and peeling them down, revealing Kyle's throbbing six inches, sticking straight out.

It was barely an inch from Candace's perfect face, her eyes still locked on his. He stepped out of the trunks at his ankles, now completely nude and erect in front of this still-dressed and quite alluring blossoming seductress.

"I better get more comfortable," Candace asserted, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and keeping her eyes locked on Kyle's, while his cock bobbed in time to his heartbeat.

As she shucked off her chemise, Kyle was treated to more than an eyeful of cleavage bursting from her tight, undersized pink brassiere.

"Don't take the bra off yet," Kyle ordered.

"Your wish is my command, sir," Candace smirked. Kyle could feel her hot breath on his cock, causing a churn in his balls. Still maintaining eye contact, Candace parted her glossy, frosted lips and Kyle watched the head of his cock disappear inside her mouth.

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.