His Candy (Closed)

"Are you going to sit there and say you did not enjoy the brief time we had together?"

Candy stopped talking for a moment and thought about what had happened. That so-called brief time they had together ended up with her nearly climaxing to another man, right underneath the nose of her own husband. It was fun, in its own twisted and sick way, but the guilt had already set in. There was no way, at least in Candy's mind, that she would never do something like that again.

"I'm going to say that I'd rather not talk about it anymore." she replied, leaning to the back of her chair. Maybe she'd nap and wait for the drive to be over.
 
Chad smiled at the evasion, and watched as she leaned the seat as far back as it would go, giving him an excellent view of her massive melons through the translucent material of her blouse.

The way her breasts looked was mesmerizing and he found himself having to adjust his hard cock to a better position.

They drove four hours and Chad spotted a roadside motel with a vacancy sign that fizzled in and out, "How stereotypical, " he muttered as he pulled in.

He glanced at Candy, "Be right back."

He went into the motel office and secured adjoining rooms.for them. He drove to the end of the motel and said, "Your room is the left one, I ordered a pizza for us to eat should be here soon, I will text you when it arrives."
 
And so, Candy dozed off during the ride. It was tough, seeing as there was quite a bit of tension in the air, but she persevered and told herself that somehow, in some way, she'd make it up to Tim in the future. She woke up maybe half an hour before they arrived at the hotel, but the young woman kept her eyes closed in an attempt to not having to talk to Chad. However, once she spotted the roadside motel, she got up and patiently waited for Chad to get the keys for her hotel room.

"Your room is the left one, I ordered a pizza for us to eat should be here soon, I will text you when it arrives."

"Thanks." she said simply with a fake smile, before picking up her bags and heading to the hotel. It was a sleazy one at that, one that had the distinct smell of cigarettes, up until she got to her room. Suddenly, it was all quiet and she found herself with nothing to do. Because of that, she opened her things and began looking for an outfit to try on. After all, in just one day she would be going to see a photographer and there was no doubt in her mind that there would be quite a few different attires that he'd like her to try.

After all, isn't that what models do?

She stared at herself on the large mirror set up on one of the walls, hooking up some hoop earrings while thinking to herself. She wondered, why Chad even had to come with her - he could have easily had told the photographer that she was coming and set up a meeting by phone or something. She wondered, on whether Chad was hoping for someone to happen just as it did a couple of days ago at her place, when he took advantage of her happiness to have found something to do other than be a house wife. Opening her bags, she changed her clothes, dressing up in a "farmgirl" kind of outfit. A pair of tight jeans hugged her cute bubble butt, and she worse a blouse that was several times too small. In fact, the dry-cleaners must have shrunk it even more than what it was supposed to be initially; the fabric clinging onto her massive breasts which stretched the fabric to its very limits. Turning around and posing a bit, she put on a straw cowgirl hat, before tying her hair into long braided pigtails.
 
Chad puttered around the room checking things out to see the overall quality and discovered it was as shotty as one might expect from a hole in the wall roach motel like this one. If he had his druthers, they would not be staying, but the resort was a couple hours away yet, and booked for the night, so pressing on made little sense.

Once satisfied that the room really was as bad as expected he went out and got some ice, and poured himself a drink from the bottle he had brought with them. He was about to call the front desk about the pizza when there was a knock on his door. Answering it, he paid the delivery man in cash and closed the door.

He opened his side of the connecting door and sent her a text, "Food is here, sweetling. Connecting door is open"

When she opened her side of the door way, he whistled in appreciation. The whole farmer look suited her well, or maybe it was just how the buttons were straining under the pressure of the melons she carried about. His voice carried every bit of the appreciation he had for her physique as he said, "Absolutely gorgeous."
 
* Whistle *

Candy walked into Chad's room with a slight blush to her face, hearing him practically catcall her. The young woman could practically feel his eyes moving across her body, gazing on every inch of her skin. In fact, Candy had to fight herself from covering up her huge chest, practically straining her top. After all, if she couldn't handle a little bit of attention now, how would she do during the actual photoshoot?

"Absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks." she said simply, before sitting down on his bed. She eyed the pizza for a few seconds before shaking her head. "I don't know if I'm too hungry though. A little nervous for tomorrow." she added with a chuckle.
 
Chad nodded and said, "You need to keep up your energy, the next couple days are going to be action packed. "

He picked up a piece of pizza and took a bite. He let his eyes gaze over the outfit she was wearing and he thought not only physically, but the way she dressed, Candy seemed customer made for pork.

Maybe he would ask Maurice in the morning for a contact.

He looked at Candy and said, "If I recall, you asked me to make you come a couple days ago. I should probably do so now."
 
Candy shook her head, knowing that maybe food wasn't the best idea. Besides, it was pizza right? The young woman felt that as a model, that maybe cutting off junk food would be her first priority. She wasn't even that hungry to begin with and if she would be later on through the night, that she would just call the pizza place for a salad or something remotely healthy. Either way, the conversation didn't revolve around food for too long, as Chad then said:

"If I recall, you asked me to make you come a couple days ago. I should probably do so now."

She laughed, not believing how direct Chad was being. Shaking her head, she replied "I told you, just forget about that night okay? I don't want anything to do with this anymore, nor should you."
 
Chad laughed warmly. He picked up his phone and pulled up the gallery, specifically the photo he had fisted his meat to early that morning.

Before he turned the phone around he also brought up the wave file of Tim making the water with him. He placed it on pause, an ace in the hole as it were.

He looked at her, his hunger for her evident in his eyes, burning like halogen headlights. He turned the phone around and should Candy the photo of her on his lap, naked from the waist up and head tilted back, ecstasy plain to see on her face.

"Here is the deal, sweetling, you can have a husband, a possible career, and a lover, namely me, or none of it."

His cock was so hard that it aches, and the bulge was evident in his shorts. "To put it terms, this weekend you are mine to do with as I please."

He reached over, caressed her and said, "Your body like what we did, my body liked it, my mind liked it as well. You can buy back this photo this weekend by enjoying yourself, and me."

He put the phone down after locking it, "Say no, and I send that to Timma say yes it gets deleted on the way home.
 
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Candy sat there, mouth slightly agape, her mind completely dumbfounded over what she was just shown; first of all, Tim made a wager with Chad? This was all part of some stupid game?! Her heart sank deep in her chest as she thought about it, how Chad had come so close to winning that bet. If the bet was fair, maybe Candy could have gone out of it with just some embarrassing memory, but here she was, being blackmailed into becoming Chad's fucktoy. With panic, Candy's green eyes looked at Chad, who sat there with a huge bulge in his pants and a grin on his face. She was speechless, being caught between a rock and a hard place. She could run and save herself, but at the cost of her marriage...or stay, and lose her dignity.

"To put it terms, this weekend you are mine to do with as I please."
Chad then reached over, caressing Candy. The young woman nearly pulled away, but decided against it. After all, he had leverage over her and anything that she did that Chad didn't like, would put her at risk. "Your body like what we did, my body liked it, my mind liked it as well. You can buy back this photo this weekend by enjoying yourself, and me."

It was when Chad put the phone down that Candy thought that she had a change. After all, while the pervert was talking, her eyes went to phone. In her mind, there was a chance that she could reach out and take it away from him.

"Say no, and I send that to Timma say yes it gets deleted on the way home."

"I don't know Chad...I - " Candy began, before attempting to grab the phone. Her hand gripped it, but this process involve stretching her body out - her massive tits knocking over the glass Chad had on the table.
 
Chad looked at Candy with some amount of wry amusement, and some not so amused anger. He picked his phone up and wiped it off using a towel and looked at Candy.

He powered it up, the photo was his lock screen and showed it to her. "If you wanted to look all you had to is ask."

The phone was password protected and he handed it to her, go ahead take a look. And don't worry, if you want one I would be happy to text one to you."

Her wet blouse clung to her heavy tit invitingly and he said, "Do or die, Candy, what will it be? If you accept start by stripping for me."
 
"Do or die, Candy, what will it be? If you accept start by stripping for me."

Candy grimaced, looking at Chad with a mixture of disgust and anger just as spoke "So, you're blackmailing me? That's a low, even for you." Still, her hand went to her blouse, now soaked from her attempt to get the phone, unbuttoning the garment before her huge breasts were seen contained within her bra. With a nervous sigh, she tossed the blouse to the bed.
 
Chad smiled and nodded. Her obvious reluctance was secondary to the fact the for had been cast and no matter how reluctantly, she was in.

He walked up behind her and with practised ease unhooked the panel of eye hooks holding her bra together. He eased the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra on top of her blouse. He pressed his hard cock between her ads cheeks as he took a toy in each hand and sighed contentedly.

He squeezed each one for a couple moments and kissed the top of her shoulder. His hands went down the flat plain of her tummy to the waistband of her jeans which he unbuttoned and slid the zipper down before pushing them and panties to the floor.

He wrapped his left arm around her torso and he cupped her vagina with his hand. His right hand rubbed her ads cheek for a moment the he smacked it hard enough to leave a hand print. "That is for not following directions completely sweetling."
 
Standing there feeling defeated, Candy eyed Chad as viewed him almost as if he were some predator. After all, in her mind, she felt as if she were a wounded gazelle about to be pounced on by a lion. Helpless, she did little to resist Chad who began to unhook her bra. Instantly, she felt the weight of her heavy, large breasts weigh her down - her eyes moving towards the tossed bra, landing right on her discarded blouse. A gasp did escape her lips when she felt Chad's hands scoop up her heavy tits, sighing right in her ear.

Despite not wanting to have a response, Candy too sighed in contentment, enjoying the feeling of Chad's greedy hands squeeze her huge tits. A soft, near inaudible moan came out of her mouth when she felt the soft kiss on her shoulder. Needless to say that she did little to stop Chad from unbuttoning her pair of jeans, not realizing how far he was willing to go tonight until she stood there, naked except for her cowgirl hat, with Chad's arm around her as he held her almost possessively.

** SMACK **​

Poor Candy escaped from her thoughts with a powerful spank on her bottom. She yelped, squirming in place while a slight moisture came from her inner lips "That is for not following directions completely sweetling." Chad then taunted the young woman, while she whimpered from the slight sting on her bottom. She grimaced from the assault, almost with a whimper of an answer as she said "Please, don't do this. I'm married Chad..."
 
Chad smiled and kissed her other shoulder as his left hand cupped her count and right hand squeezed a tit. "So? "

He pressed his middle finger into her slit until the pad presses slightly into her hole, which he discovered was not wet, but it certainly not dry. He thought it am encouraging start.

He moved his mouth to her ear and let his lips flutter against her skin as he said, "You dumb fuck husband traded your cunt against a promotion paying twenty grand less than he made last year."

He pressed his cock hard between her cheeks and asked rhetorically, "What the hell does that tell you?"

He stepped back a half step and while stripping he glance at his laptop checking that it had a good position for this and the bed soon.

"Now turn your cheap ass around, kneel, and worship my cock."
 
"Now turn your cheap ass around, kneel, and worship my cock."

Candy did turn herself around, dropping on her knees without so much as a word. With a huff, she grabbed Chad's belt, undoing it as his pants loosened up. In her mind, she was angry for two things; one, Chad was an arrogant pervert and while he tried to play it 'sweet', his true nature was coming out again and Candy hated herself for falling for it the other day. Two, she couldn't help but think about Tim, how he's the one to blame for all of this and how he was willing to risk her for the sake of some stupid job. These bitter thoughts circulated her distraught mind as she began to slip down Chad's pants and boxers...until she saw his cock.

His ten inch cock in front of her face.

The young woman was curious, bringing her hands to the hard shaft in front of her. She had to use both, seeing the sheer width of his fuckstick was just too much for one of her hands to handle. Candy, being used to her husband's four inches, could not help but be overwhelmed by the sight. She gave it a soft kiss, before running her tongue from his balls, all the way to the tip of his cock. She stopped herself, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic about this...
 
Chad damn near laughed as Candy's face changed when his cock plopped out of his boxers and damn near smacked her in the face. He had a cock other men were envious of, and women either worshipped or ran in fear from. Almost as long as a ruler and as big around as a twelve ounce soda can and possessing a baby portabella mushroom for a head, he was made for fucking, and took great pride in it. Not only was his cock made for fucking, h had a general desire to use it well.

Her languid lick from balls to kiss slit told him all he needed to know really. Candy would come to worship his cock; and he was going to give her ample opportunity to find her new religion between now and Sunday night.

"Again " he ordered, "just like that."

The feel of her humongous tits pressed against his thighs was unlike any other feeling in the world, and was irreplaceable. She licked his shaft a couple more times and he growled, "Open your fucking pie-hole slit, time to fuck your throat."

He grabbed two hands full of hair and as she opened her mouth he pushed The head into her mouth. "Look at my, cumslut," he commanded.

He slowly worked it deeper into her sputtering mouth. She gagged and he pulled back only long enough for her to partially recover then pressed again. Each trip put and in he pressed further, threatening to dislocate her jaws.

He reached down and slapped a toy hard enough to leave a mark that matched the one on her ass, and said, "By Sunday, your are going to learn to swallow the entire fucking thing."
 
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"Again " he ordered, "just like that."

Obediently, she ran her tongue on Chad's cock again; Candy's tongue going from the bottom of his long, thick shaft to its tip once again. She played with it, running circles around the tip, her mouth sucking on his cock until the moment where he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pushed more of it in her mouth. For a moment, Candy felt as if Chad was going to kill her; the monstrous cock being like nothing she ever thought she'd experience; reaching dangerously close to her throat. She gagged, her eyes opening up with what could only be described as absolute panic, her gazed looked upwards and saw the mischievous grin on Chad's face. There were windows of opportunity for Candy to breathe, but each one of these moments were met with another where she felt as if her jaw was going to dislocate. This continued for quite a while, until...

** SLAP **

Candy pulled out with a loud yelp of pain, feeling a powerful slap to her already incredibly sensitive breasts. She found herself looking down, almost in disbelief, to see a red mark on her large right tit. She glanced back at Chad, who said "By Sunday, your are going to learn to swallow the entire fucking thing."

She wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, before she venomously said "F-Fuck you Chad!"
 
Chad smiled, an ironic, almost leering smile, "Why yes, I will fuck you, thanks for the invitation."

He pulled Candy up by the hair and turned her around quickly then shoved her across the bed. Bent at the waist her bubble ass pointed at him and he stepped right up to her, his legs outside of hers.

Looking down the sight of her perfect ass framing his cock was a sight. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back, pinning her massive tits to the bed. His right hand slid from her anus down along the slit of her cunt to the button beginning to peek out its good.

Dragging his fongerback up to her home he found it sopping wet and hot. "Like this, do you slut?"

He worked his finger in and out of her as his cock rested along the starry opening to her bowels. His fingerbcoekscrewed in and out and he was amazed at how tight she was. Either Timma didn't fuck his bitch or his dick was tiny.

He dribbled saliva on the head of his cock and let it run down dripping onto her ass. He pulled the cock head along the crevasse and flexed his hips a little when the head crosses her asshole. He pressed down on the middle of her back and slapped her ass again, "Don't move or I will fuck you there."

Grabbing his cock just behind the head Chad pulked it down and pressed it against her opening. Her quick flowed freely over the head and he pressed forward slowly, taking five in and out motions until the head was fully seated in her. "Fuuuuuck, cumbag, you are tight. Does Timma not fuck you?"
 
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