The Meeting
Candy looked at herself having put the clothes I had given her on. She looked a bit of a mess. She smelled of sex, her hair was a wreck and with the whorish outfit I had given her, she looked perfect for the part.
"I look like a slut."
"You are a slut... but you are my slut." Her head snapped around. "At least when you are 'Candy' you are a slut. You look perfect and very hot" I added.
"What if someone sees me dressed like this?"
"I doubt where we are going anyone will recognize you...I doubt anyone you know frequents the area."
"I feel like a slut..." she said quietly.
"You felt pretty good just a while ago though, didn't you?"
Her face flushed red again and a small smile crept up to her lips. "I guess so" she said looking down.
"I guess so...I know so...you almost shattered the windshield with that scream. I thought you were going to rub my nose off my face...you damn near drowned me when you came."
"I'm sorry...I've never had an orgasm like that one...I almost passed out."
"You mean..."
"I have never had anyone go down on me before."
"What??" I was dumbfounded. "Your husband never ate you out?"
"No...I have heard my friends talk about it, but his family is pretty religious and he was taught that oral sex was nasty and a sin." Candy had her head hanging down.
I replied, "So you guys just have straight missionary style sex?"
"Yeah..."
"Wow! You poor thing. Have you ever had an orgasm before?"
"I have...but it is usually after he and I have sex....I will go clean up and then finish myself in the shower. We started having sex our senior year in high school. It was the first for both of us and the only reason he wanted to do it was because all our friends were...peer pressure. It was over in all of three minutes. When we were done I couldn't see what the big deal of sex was even about, so I cared less whether we did it or not. I found more pleasure with my shower head."
"Incredible...a body like yours is built for sex. I hate it for you. You must get so frustrated."