***Please note that all characters in this story are over 18. Also, this is my first story that I have submitted to literotica so if you like it please comment! This is intended to be a TEN part series of which this is the FIFTH part, so please read the others!
Sunlight snuck through the blinds on the window, causing Max to squint when he looked down at the tiny red head who was holding on to him as if her life depended on it. Max was thirsty. His "present" from Tina, that reminded wrapped around him, had tired him out. He tried to turn to get the water on the dresser without waking Candy. But when Max put the glass back down he saw Candy's head disappearing beneath the covers.
Max closed his eyes when Candy's mouth closed around his semi hard cock. Max heard Candy sigh through her nose as she took him into her mouth. Max smiled as he watched Candy's head bobbying under the covers. The smile gave way to a laugh and Candy pushed open the covers with one hand to look at him.
Max thought some girls might have stopped in protest – maybe even bitten him but Candy just smiled back up at him and took him even deeper into his mouth. Her other hand that wasn't holding the covers, massaged Max's balls. Max leaned his head back as pleasure seared up from his loins. He opened his eyes when he realized he was about to come and he wasn't sure if Candy expected him to fuck her proper.
Despite Candy's earlier displays of a lack of, well, superior intellect, she stopped bobbing her head up and down Max's cock and pulled him out of her mouth with a plop and said with a smile, "this one's for you big boy," and twirled her tongue around the head of Max's cock and grabbed him with both hands as she tried to coax it out of him. Max's face tightened and Candy clutched his balls, rubbing her thumb back and forth over them as Max let out a groan and spurted cum all over Candy.
"That was for YOU to remember ME," Candy said with a smile as she wiped some of Max into her mouth.
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"I can't quite figure out if you like those ditzy skinny ones, those big breasted sexpots or the doey eyed girl next door, but you give em' a hell of a lot."
Max turned around to see Tina watching him walk out of the room. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she glared at him as he looked down at the small woman.
"I don't want to go traipsing across this God forsaken apocalypse with you. Although I wouldn't mind going some places with some of your girls," Max said evenly.
Tina didn't blink, "there's a map. I know where we are going."
"Is that why you needed Rose?"
Tina shrugged.
"I think I'll just take some water and head on out. And if Rose wants to come she can."
Tina smiled sweetly and replied in fake voice, "didn't you know? Didn't you realize? I OWN Rose."
Max stopped still.
"Oh yes. I own them all. I buy them when they are young girls. Their families sell them for water, some cows or some such thing and they work until they're no good to me anymore."
"I could never work for you."
Tina closed the distance between them and patted Max on the cheek, "come now. You and your leather jacket fit right in with...my people. And besides, you haven't gotten this much pussy in years. Oh yes. I see how the girls look at you. You can't leave."
"I will. And Rose is coming with me."
Tina pursed her lips, "Mo will have a problem with you walking off with my property.
Max turned around to see Big Mo, the 300-pound enforcer who had beaten him bloody the other day, standing behind Max with his hands in his pockets.
"There's another way," a voice called from down the hallway.