Getting Candy ((PM interest))

Getting Candy ((CLOSED))

*** Out of character ***

Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some alcohol abuse, cheating and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.

Right now, I'm looking for one dominant male writer to play as Derek, so if this story looks like your jam please send me a PM! I'll edit this out once I do find someone.

CLOSED: TheRPGuru/Me


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Some backstory:

Candy Lee is a young woman who turned eighteen years old about three months ago. Coming from an upper-class family in Los Angeles, Candy was something of a stereotype of an only daughter from a rich family; pampered, spoiled, blonde. However, don't let that fool you, Candy wasn't exactly an insufferable bitch like the stereotype implies - she was kind, if not downright naive. It's true that she could be a bit ditzy at times, but she wasn't exactly a Hilton sister by any means.

But personality aside, what really sets her apart is her body. It's a sight to see, her being a high school senior with such a thin body and with massive, jaw-dropping 38J cup knockers. Some of the neighborhood boys (and their parents!) make it routine to catch a glimpse of her when she's on her morning jog, or when she's out to get her morning newspaper. She knows what is happening, but doesn't make a big deal about it.

What she does mind, however is Derek Smith. He was a thirty three year old who has worked as a senior Business Consultant for many years. The only reason why she knew of him is because her boyfriend, Mike, was desperate to get on his good side for a promotion. This meant that there were plenty of outings where she had to interact with him and catch him constantly stealing glances down her shirt.

She tries to tell Mike about it from time to time, but it doesn't seem to work. He's constantly trying to come up with excuses for him that it's beginning to get on her nerves...

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"Does he have to come over?"
"Yeah babe, I told you...if I don't invite him then there will be drama."
"But there will be drama if he does come over here!"
"I think you're overreacting."​

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So, this was the type of conversation Mike, my wonderful boyfriend of two years, and I had whenever we talked about him - Derek, the biggest douchebag that you can imagine. I couldn't understand why those two even hung out, seeing as they couldn't be further apart. Mike was a gentleman and a sweetheart, Derek was a womanizing piece of shit. I'm sorry, I don't mean to swear but he seriously got on my nerves sometimes.

You see, he was a bit older than us to begin with. I'm eighteen years old, Mike's twenty two and Derek is freaking thirty three years old! You would have thought that age would have brought some maturity, but it didn't...he was constantly chasing after young women and more in particular - me! You heard me right, even thought they hung out a lot, he was constantly checking me out.

"...But Mike, he's an asshole!" I practically shout as he went off to my kitchen, grabbing two bottles of beer. My parents were out of town, as usual, so we had my place to ourselves...and others, seeing as we were going to have a get together with many people (yes, including that asshole Derek). "You know, the last time I caught him upstairs. He was in my room! I think he was looking for my bra!" I added while Mike sighed.

"He was lost, Candy. You know how big the house is." he answered with a lame excuse.

Fine, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I had plenty of other arguments.

"Okay, what about the time that he was talking to me and the entire time he was looking at my boobs?!"

I'm sorry if it looked like I was a bit harsh, but I really was anxious about having to see him. Derek was always up to something and if it could be helped, I'd rather not deal with it...especially since this get-together was at my house.

"You've got great boobs, Candy. You know that a guy just can't help looking sometimes. It's harmless." Mike replied as I frowned. It was true, I guess; the size of my chest was a bit overwhelming to most people. But people would normally stop after a few seconds! His stare lingered.

"You're too laid back." I said, frustrated as he came to me with a beer bottle in hand. I took it, and slowly took a sip.

"I'm sorry babe, but I really do need him around. You understand, don't you?"

"Yeah..."

"How about a quick picture to cheer you up? Come on, smile. You love having these on Instagram."

Which was true, I guess. I dropped my anger and smiled for the picture. Besides, who's to say that Derek would even show up?

Another party and another chance to fuck some bitches. Well just one bitch really. This was a party in which I had only one girl in mind, my employee Mike's huge titted girlfriend Candy. Mike was a good guy, but he was a dumbshit. At least he was an ambitious dumbshit, and wanted to do anything to make it at our company. I had good news for him, if I got to fuck his girl, then I think I could find a nice place for him.

Not that fucking his girl would be hard. She was a bimbo in the biggest sense. She was quick to anger and easily offended. The kind of girl that tried to play it straight but you knew she wanted a good fucking more than your average gal. Prissy chick's always loved dick, they just never admitted it.

Anyway tonight was the night. I was going to play Mike for a fool and fuck his girl like a pornstar. It was going to be great.

I showed up late to the party, of course, but only fashionably late. The place already smelt like a frat house, the aroma of beer so strong it was like being in college again. Mike greeted me at the door and I put on a smile and gave him a bro shake/fist bump. But already my eyes were wandering the room, looking for my target.

I found her by herself pouring two cups of beer in the kitchen. I swooped in without asking and took one from her. "Hey you knew I was coming. That is so sweet of you." I smirked as I drank from the cup. "Look at you!" I gasped, "Do your tits have their own area code or have they moved up to zip codes yet?" I asked, working my magic.

I know what your are thinking. Why would I make her mad at me. That seems counterproductive I know. But remember I said her boyfriend is a dumbass? Well Mike would all but tell her to fuck me if it meant that he got a promotion. It was fucking magicAL to watch them fight. It would play her right into my hands.

Just you watch.

I chugged the beer easily as I had a lot of frat party practice in college, and tossed the cup randomly on the counter. "So what? So what!" I cried. "Girl those are just big tits. Those are fucking amazingly big tits! They are fantastic and I don't think Mike knows how to handle them properly. You say the word and I'll show you how those tits can feed an entire village of starving African kids. Or....maybe just smother my face with them. "

I said with grin. I knew she was gonna tell on me like a little fucking brat, but that was the point. I wanted her to know how much I would fuck her. I wanted her to know I would fuck her and I wanted her to see that her boyfriend didn't give a fuck. Well maybe he would, but he was too stupid to believe that I would actually fuck her.....P.S. I totally would. In fact, I am totally GONNA fuck her.

If she asks me nicely I might not even pull out. So here is to hoping she is taking a little pill everyday.

"Tell you what...Why don't you and I ditch this party and go upstairs. You can show me your tits. And Ill let you suck my dick. It will be fun times for everyone....by everyone I mean me...and you'll probably like it too." I told her nodding. Then I grabbed my cup and held it out to her. "Pour me another?"

Oh my she was getting steamy. The more I made her mad, the deeper she breathed, which in turn made her stick her tits...err sorry breasts, out more. It was fucking glorious! Sadly she left in a huff and I finished my beer with a shrugg. She was probably gonna go scream at her dumbass boy and cry in a corner.

Women these days are too sensitive.

After a moment I came out into the living room, only to see Candy sitting by herself in a huff on the couch....alone. I wandered over and asked, "Hey where's Mike? He owes me a game of beer pong."

She scoffed at me. It was like she was mad at me or something. I groaned and flopped into the easy chair beside the couch and started playing around with my phone. "He needed more beer? The party has only been going on for like ten minutes. What did he do only buy a twelve pack?" It would just something dumbass would do. Buy four beers and expect them to last all night. He has done similar things at work more than once, because he is a dumbass.

I fiddled with my camera trying to get the right shot. I realized I could take a picture of Candy's tits, and make it look like I was just texting someone. At least until I made the camera click. I smiled as her tits were forever immortalized in my phone. "Perfect!"

I looked at her and gave her a scoff. "Take a picture of you? Fuck no. Why the hell would I do that?" I asked shaking my head. I went back to my phone, saving the picture and putting it in my favorites folder. I'll have to save that one for the spank bank later.

"I took a picture of your tits." I grinned. Then I opened my mouth and gasped at her, "Don't be mad. I totally need this picture to jack off later. Think of it like you are doing me a service, without having to do anything! It's win-win!" I insisted.

Just then Mike opened the front door, his arms full with beer cases. I jumped up to help him right away, darting towards the door to take a case from him, which he quickly thanked me for doing.

Of course Candy was also there yelling at Mike about me. Bitch, bitch, bitch, all she ever did. She needed a good fucking. Well okay....if she wants to bitch, I'll give her something to bitch about. I spun to the side and grabbed a big meaty handful of her tight little ass. I let go right away, but I knew she felt it because she went silent for a second.

The dumbass look Mike gave me was fucking hilarious. It took everything and I do mean EVERYTHING I had to not bust a gut laughing. He actually was starting to let the shrill screams of her crazy chick get to him. She needed to be fucked, good and hard, she should be wrapped around his finger not him around hers. He was a fucking pussy and Candy knew it.

She was a prude but that was easily fixed. Mike was a moron, not so easily fixed.

When he asked me if this was true I shrugged and held up the two cases of beer in my arms. "I can't grab shit. I got beer." I told him. Mike seemed to take my word as gospel and the moment he look away I grabbed her ass again, harder, making sure it hurt her a little this time.

Then I walked away toward the kitchen, acting like the beer was so heavy in my arms. As I left I could hear her screaming at him. I stayed out of sight putting the beer into the ice chest in the kitchen.

Everything was going exactly as I had planned. Well mostly. The picture was a huge bonus.

Mike and I played our game of beer pong which I totally beat his ass at. I was always really got at Geometry and I could angle the ball like a fucking champ. Sadly Candy never made an appearance at our game, which was a bummer because I really wanted her to blow my balls for luck.

Afterwards I made my way back to the kitchen where Candy was cleaning up after people. Of course Mike was leaving her to do it all. I sighed and shook my head, then began to help her clean up. "Pass me a rag and I'll wipe over here." I told her throwing away trash and wadded napkins with cheese in them somehow.

I took the rag and wiped up. "You know I feel really bad." I said, as I finished one side of the kitchen. "Bad for your shirts because you are stretching them to death. Hot damn!" I said with a grinned. Then I frowned and shook my head. "Wait.....wait wait...that sucked. That wasn't even a good one. How about, your shirts must be made of kryptonite because no earthly material can contain those puppies. Fuck! That was even worse. I'm sorry. You deserve better. Give me a minute." I said shaking my head as I pulled out the trash bag and tied it off, then replaced it with another.

I groaned and smacked myself in the head. "I know right?" I grunted and shook my head, "I think I might have too much semen back up in my brain right now. I can't even come up with a good tit joke, especially since I have so MUCH to work with!" I said with a laugh. "HA! Better yes, I am still on my game." I tossed the rag aside and wiped my hands on a clean paper towel.

Then I blinked and jerked my gaze back toward her, "Wait a minute. You didn't yell at me? Or run to go tattle." I gasped and smiled widely. "Oh my God could it be? Did I finally break through that chest and touch her heart?" I let out a girly squeal and did an excited dance.

(Sorry it's short, but our characters are interacting more here and I don't wanna get ahead of your response too much.)

I threw the paper towel away and reached out to grab her arm before she could walk away. "Hey wait a minute." I called to her, pulled her back to face me for a minute. It was now time for phase two. I had broken the ice, now it was time to raise the stakes a bit.

"Look I know you don't like me. I get it, I'm not dumb, I'm fucking awesome, but I'm not dumb." I said with a laugh. "So how about we make a little competition, bring us closer together? Maybe with a little wager in it."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "I noticed the Guitar hero controllers in the living room. Wanna play with me? Tell you what, if you beat me in any song you want to pick on expert, I will leave and never talk about your tits again. BUT!" I held up a finger and flicked her nose with it. "IF I win. I get to grab your boobs, with both hands! Over the shirt to make it fair." I suggested.

"Sound good?" I asked, my voice raising an octave higher.

I smiled as she clearly thought about running away to tell on me, but then she thought better of it and actually agreed to my terms. But with a counteroffer of her own. No squeezing? Was she serious, how could anyone NOT squeeze those mammories? I bit my lip and frowned in front of her, "Awww....but Squeezing is the whole point. How about one good squeeze?" I countered, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Besides you are gonna kick my ass right? What do you have to worry about?" I said and pushed passed her toward the living room where I turned the TV and the Xbox on. I grabbed a guitar controller and got ready for her to come in and pick and song and watch in shock as I destroy her.

Those tits were gonna be mine, and even more before the night was out. At least if I kept being as awesome as I usually am. "Hurry up and pick a song so I can get my hands on you." I taunted her, trying to break her rhythm for the game before it had even begun.

Fuck me. She would pick that song. One of the hardest songs in the game, the fucking Metallica song. I slumped and glared at her, "You suck." I sneered. Then turned toward the screen as the song began. This would have been the song I would have picked to fuck with her, great tune, but fast and hard and fuck on a video game.

But I had also played it a hundred times at home, and I mopped the fucking floor with her. I wasn't hardly missing any notes. I began to dance in place, wiggling my hips at her. I even started singing the song as I breezed through to a crushing victory.

"WOOOOO!" I screamed in victory as I beat her with a 99% score. "Give me those boobs girl!" I roared proudly, not giving a fuck if anyone heard.

I took off the guitar and held up my hands and wiggled my fingers. I grinned as I waited for her to give up the goods. "Maybe you can beat me next time."

I clapped my hands in joy as Candy reluctantly turned toward me and held her chest monsters open for me. "OH my god it's like being at a buffet. I don't know where to touch them first!" I said excitedly. I looked at all my options, but it was more to tease her and drag it out than anything else.

I shrugged before she could get too annoyed or back out of the bet, and I just reached out and grabbed big handfuls of her tits. My palms were right from her nipples and would you believe it? Them nipples was hard. My eyes widened a bit as I squeezed her tits, firmly but gently enough to not hurt her. Would you believe this bitch? She was enjoying this! Those nipples weren't cold, they were fucking excited.

"Oh my you've got a naughty secret." I smirked and stepped closer to her. I moved myself so close my face was nearly against hers and her breasts were against my body. "You like this." I whispered. "I can feel it. All that taunting and blustering, but you are actually liking my attention. You like my hands upon you, well let me tell you something girl, you would fucking love my cock." I breathed against her lips, knowing she could not pull away without risk of toppling over something.

"How about we play another song, double or nothing." I offered, backing away and letting her boobs go at the same time. "This time if I win, you take me upstairs and let me have one of your bras. But if you win not only will I leave, but I'll never bug Mike to come hang out ever again." I smiled.

Mike came inot the room as I put on the guitar controller again and I spun toward him. "Mother fucking Guitar Hero man!" I cried in answer to his question. I held the guitar up and wiggle my fingers over the buttons. "I sorry bro but I am whooping her ass at this shit too."

I spun back towards the screen and told Candy. "Come on girly, pick this shit. Do a shorter song too, I don't have seven minute to beat you." I said with a laugh, shaking my hips and loosening up.

"Whatever you do. Do not pick Dragonforce. I can 100% that song and I don't want to crush your soul. I just want a bra." And to fuck you, but I didn't say that part.