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Candice

By: oggbashan



Candice: The Bride the Groom Didn't Recognise

Copyright Oggbashan February 2005

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

WARNING: this story is intended for an adult audience. It should not be found in locations accessible to those less than 18 years of age or the age appropriate by the laws of your country.

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This is the sixth story of The Silverbridge Chronicles. 

Some of the other stories are:

01 Lisa Trains Thomas
02 Lisa's Adjustable Petticoat
03 The Procession
04 The Vinyl Dress
05 The Clam, The Half-Clam and The Candle-Snuffer
06 Candice (this one)
07 The Cage Crinoline
08 Norwegian Petticoat
09 The Stag Party
10 The Hen Party
11 The Bridesmaids' Revenge

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I stood in the bedroom looking carefully into the long mirror. Although I had caught and tamed George and I was to marry him on Valentine's Day, I wasn't happy with my reflected image.

It wasn't my self-image that was flawed but the real me. As a staff nurse I knew enough about eating disorders and basic psychology to dismiss those factors. I was fit. I had to be. I played football in the Silverbridge Ladies' team, "The Silver Vixens", so I kept in training.

I also ignored the fading bruises on my legs. They were a normal hazard of being a hard-working defender.

I was slim, rather too slim, almost thin and bony. My skin, particularly on my face, looked dull and blotchy. My hair was a mess. I didn't spend enough effort repairing the damage it suffered stuffed into protective headwear in the operating theatre. I wore glasses. I didn't have to look to know that my nails were chipped and ragged. Yet George loved me!

I wanted, for the first time in my life, I really wanted to be attractive. Men seemed to like my company. I had never been at a loss for an escort but... they didn't look at me as they looked at Jane, for instance. I wanted to be a beautiful bride and not look like a frump in a beautiful dress. The dress would be beautiful because Lisa would make it to flatter my attributes, but I wanted to be beautiful as well. I laughed at myself. I wanted the Ugly Duckling to turn into a Swan - if only for one day! But my laughter was hollow. Impractical though it might me I yearned to look better than my reflection cruelly revealed me now.

I knew I needed help. I had friends. Those friends have skills. The first step was to admit the problem and ask for help. I thought who would be the best person to ask to start the ball rolling, then I picked up the phone...

"Lisa? It's Candice. I've got a problem I need help with. Can I come to see you sometime soon?"

"Of course, Candice. How about this evening? Is it a girl-only thing? Thomas will be out but Harold will be here working on the shop's accounting system. You could see me alone, or can I involve Harold as well?"

"It's sort of a girl thing, but I think Harold could help as well if he's around. Since it's a Tuesday, George will be at his evening class, so I'm free."

"OK Candice. I'm doing a casserole so you could eat with Harold and me, if that's convenient. Thomas will eat when he gets back."

"Yes, please, Lisa. What time?"

"If you get here about 7pm we could chat a bit before the meal and then get serious afterwards. That suit you?"

"Yes thank you, Lisa. See you at seven. Bye."

I rang off. I shivered. I had committed myself at least to discuss my problem. That had been a major step after the first one of admitting that I was unhappy with my appearance. I felt nervous but Lisa, Thomas and Harold were real friends. They wouldn't laugh at the idea of me wanting to be glamorous, would they? My brain told me they wouldn't but a small part of me was scared stiff. Some of my friends might laugh because I'd never tried to be anything other than my unadorned self. 

I wasn't even sure how George would react. Would I have to learn to use make-up, to style my hair? I'd been too involved in my work and my football to think about presenting myself as a woman. What might I be letting myself in for? 

I made myself switch that subject off and went about my daily life until it was time to go to Lisa's flat.

When I arrived at Lisa's flat, Harold was still in the shop, working on the computer. Lisa welcomed me.

"Hi Candice! Want a drink before we eat? You can have coffee, tea, or whatever."

"Thanks, Lisa. I think this time I need some tea."

"That bad, eh? OK Tea it is."

I went into the living room and sat down. I was nervous despite everything I'd told myself. Even though I would be talking to friends I didn't know how to approach the subject. Lisa came in carrying a tea tray, pot and all. Had she prepared for a long session?

"Candice, please stop looking as if I'm going to eat you. You know I'm a friend, and I don't bite friends - at least not often. You're not going to confess an undying passion for Thomas, are you?"

That made me giggle nervously "No. He's yours. All I want is George." I felt a fool as I said it. I was treating Lisa as if I were facing a job interview, not a chat with a friend.

"In that case I'm not likely to argue. But what's the problem? It's a bit early for pre-wedding nerves, isn't it?"

"It's something like that..." I started to say "...but I'm not having doubts about getting married, or George ... it's me!"

"So what about you?" asked Lisa "Have you got a dark secret and an urge to confess all?"

I couldn't stop myself giggling again "No! It's just... I want to look good on my wedding day..." my voice trailed off. There was a lump in my throat. I just couldn't say what I wanted to say.

I was almost crying. Lisa put down her tea, moved beside me and hugged. That was it. I burst into tears and sobbed on Lisa's shoulder. We stayed like that for some time. Then Harold walked in, saw me crying and he too hugged me silently. I turned from Lisa, threw myself at Harold and curled up on his lap, still crying.

Harold kissed me on the head. He wriggled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried my face.

"Hello, Candice," he said in a normal voice "It's nice to see you again. But what's all this about?"

I sniffed. "Hello Harold. I'm sorry to blub all over you two. I just want to look beautiful when I get married."

Harold paused before asking, "What do you mean, Candice? In what sense do you want to look beautiful?"

I looked at him, then at Lisa. I suddenly realised that I hadn't given them a clue, but had just cried. They must be really puzzled.

I blurted it all out in a rush...

"What I want is to look the best I possibly can. I want to look beautiful, like Jane or like Frances when they are dressed up. Even just for my wedding day I want to look stunning. I know Lisa's dress will be great, that Frances and Sandra will do their best with the material they have to work with but they'll be covering up my appearance. My hair is rough..." 

I grabbed a hank and pulled at it.

"...my face is blotchy, apart from my breasts I'm too skinny and bony, my skin doesn't feel smooth and my legs are hairy. On top of that I wear glasses. The only assets I have are normal sized breasts and good teeth. Oh - and I'm told I have a great personality. Even that sounds as if there's an unspoken 'but she doesn't look much'. I want to look as if it isn't just my personality George will be marrying me for. I want other men to be jealous of him on Valentine's Day at least." 

I stopped and looked at the others wanting a reaction and hoping, hoping that they could help.

Harold asked a question. I just didn't understand. It seemed so pointless. Harold repeated it.

"Candice! What do you eat for breakfast?"

"What!" I spluttered.

"What do you eat for breakfast?" Harold asked for the third time.

"A slice of toast and a cup of black tea," I replied, puzzled.

"And what do you have for lunch?" Lisa asked. She at least had realised what Harold was getting at.

"I don't usually have lunch. I'm too busy and anyway hospital food isn't great" I answered.

"Evening meal?" asked Lisa.

"I don't know. Depends on when my shift ends. Sometimes a fry-up, often takeaway food. Occasionally George cooks me something simple."

"What about training nights?" asked Harold.

"Then it's almost always a takeaway meal. What's this about? I'm fit! I have to be! I've a demanding job and I play for the Vixens. What's the point of these questions?"

Harold answered for himself and Lisa "The point, Candice, is that your diet is rubbish. You cannot be good-looking when you are not eating properly. Not only is your diet completely unbalanced but there just isn't enough of it. You are starving yourself and what you do eat isn't any good for you."

Lisa added, "Until your diet is reasonable, your hair, face, skin, and general condition are suffering. You are underweight. Therefore you are skinny and bony. Let's see your fingernails." 

Lisa grabbed my hands and looked closely at the nails. 

"Look, Candice - see those white marks; the ridges? They scream 'poor diet' and show it has been poor for months. Same with your hair. It shows that your diet was poor when that part of your hair was growing."

Harold chipped in. "I'm sorry, Candice. We should have noticed this before you came to us. Someone would have had a word with George and got him to do something. Still now we know. How long have you been living like this?"

"About four years, I think" I replied.

"Four years!" exploded Lisa "I'm surprised you aren't a patient in your own hospital! You've got to change NOW!"

"Is it really that bad?" I asked.

"Yes!" said Harold emphatically. "If you don't change it won't just be your appearance that suffers - you as a nurse should know better. You'll be no use to George, to the Vixens, or to the hospital unless you put your diet right soon."

"We'll start now," said Lisa "The meal should be ready and you are going to eat it, followed by some fruit. Then we'll sort out an emergency plan until you get professional help."

"Professional help? What sort of help?" I asked.

"You must have a dietician on the staff at the hospital. You need advice from them, as soon as you can get it. In the meantime, you need a good meal now, and a different breakfast tomorrow morning. Then we'll see."

Lisa walked off into the kitchenette to serve the meal.

"Are you sure, Harold?" I asked diffidently "Are you sure that changing my diet will help?"

"Changing your diet is essential. Whether it will help or not is not the point, at least not at first. Once you have settled on a reasonable eating plan then many of your problems about your appearance may be solved. At least you will feel much better in yourself. Do you feel tired, often?"

"All the time. Sometimes it's an effort to get up in the morning and I'm not as enthusiastic about love-making as I used to be..."

Harold blushed. I reached up a hand and stroked his cheek.

"Sorry, Harold. I know you're embarrassed about such things. You shouldn't be. At one time I thought you wanted me..."

"I did. I still do. But I can't bring myself to make the first step, and now you have George..." Harold stopped speaking. He had to. I'd covered his mouth with mine. I kissed him slowly and passionately. His hands flapped protestingly as my arms clasped round his head. I loved Harold. For him the admission he'd just made was as great as another's undying declaration. At one time I'd thought we could have been more than friends but... 

"Hey you two! Break it up! Dinner is served!" Lisa shouted from the doorway. "What is an engaged woman doing kissing Harold so effectively?" she laughed.

"He's just told me that he wanted me..." I started to say.

"I've known that for years. I'm surprised you hadn't grabbed him before." replied Lisa "Aren't you a bit late now?"

"Yes." I said "If I'd known..."

"But Harold didn't say or do anything, and now you've got someone else. Harold, you really ought to learn to speak out. Unless you do, you'll never have anyone for yourself. I'm sure George will lend Candice to you from time to time but it's not the same, is it?" said Lisa. "Come on. It's time to start feeding Candice up so she can be a proper armful."

As we passed her, Lisa grabbed Harold and kissed him quickly. 

"She's not the only girl around, you know."

Harold protested "But you've got Thomas!"

"And she's got George! That didn't stop her, did it?" said Lisa, kissing him again. I tapped her on the shoulder. "My turn again, Lisa." I kissed Harold again.

"Come on! I don't want the dinner getting cold," Lisa said. "Some day, Harold, we'll have to have a friends' meeting about what to do with you and your mother fixation. You're too good a man to waste."

Harold started to protest but I put my hand on his mouth.

"She's only teasing you, Harold. In time things will work out." I took my hand away and kissed him, lightly this time. "Thank you for being a friend, and for at last admitting that you wanted me. Even if it's too late, it's very flattering for a girl who thinks she looks a mess."

Harold surprised me. He kissed me. He'd never kissed me before. Oh, I'd kissed him but that isn't the same!

"Harold!" I said when he'd finished "Thank you! That's the first time ever that you've kissed me, rather than me kissing you. I like it. Perhaps we can practise some more after dinner?"

Harold blushed again. We hugged him.

During dinner we discussed neutral subjects such as the progress of the two football clubs, the recent events in Silverbridge, and so on. Afterwards we sat down on the settee with coffee.

"I'm bloated!" I exclaimed, "Do I have to eat so much?"

"That's because your stomach has shrunk. You haven't been giving it enough to work on." replied Lisa. "You ate less than Harold or me and we weren't pigging ourselves. You need to eat that sort of amount every evening and much more than you have been for breakfast and lunch. You'll soon get used to it."

Harold said "How long do you think it will take to get to see the dietician, Candice?"

"I don't know. Perhaps a week."

"What are we going to do until then?" he asked, "You've got to get started now."

"She could come here every evening for a meal," said Lisa "That would give her one good meal a day. George could come too."

"Lisa! I couldn't do that" I protested.

"Oh yes you could!" said Harold and Lisa together. Then they laughed.

Lisa went on "I cook a proper meal for Thomas anyway. It's not that much trouble to double the quantities. We need to get you into a routine fast. How will George take it?"

It was much later before I saw the implication that I was GOING to come anyway. When she wants to be Lisa is a devious as she's forceful. "I should be able to talk him round. I'm not seeing much of him at the moment. He's trying to clear up as much work as possible before he goes on a residential Management Course. He's worried about it because it lasts nearly three months and he'll only be back every fourth weekend and at Christmas."

"But that's nearly right up to your wedding date!" said Lisa "How are you going to cope with the arrangements?"

Harold cleared his throat "Well, I AM the best man".

Lisa relaxed "If you are organising it then there should be no problems." She turned to me "How will you cope without George for so long? Won't it be a strain?"

"George has told me to use Harold for everything!" I winked. "Everything! And Harold has agreed. I don't think they quite knew what they were agreeing to!"

Lisa laughed out loud. Harold blushed bright red as the implication of my emphasis sunk in. "I'm sure George didn't mean that!"

"Of course he did!" I said "And now you've admitted that you've wanted me for some time, there shouldn't be a problem, should there?"

By this time Harold was turning beetroot colour. Lisa hugged him and said "If she gets TOO demanding, you can always visit Thomas and me for a refuge. Although she might be here for meals."

At that point we heard Thomas coming up the stairs. "Here Candice," said Lisa pushing Harold towards me "You can practise while I get Thomas his meal." She went out of the room and we heard her greet Thomas and meal making noises.

"Well?" I said, "Shall we have a practice?" 

I was enjoying myself. Harold is one of the nicest men I know, but so repressed. A kiss and cuddle with him would be great for my bruised ego. He needed practice with girls. And hadn't he kissed me all by himself not long ago? I'd have to be careful though. Whatever I did I couldn't bear to hurt Harold. He was too good a friend!

I sat on Harold's lap "Or do you want to wait until I've improved my diet? I might be irresistible then, particularly if I shave my legs." I kissed Harold carefully, then said seriously "Do you honestly think it will make much difference?"

"To your skin, hair and nails - Yes it will. To your overall health, again yes. Hairy legs can be dealt with very easily, I understand, but I didn't think your legs were that hairy anyway."

"They are," I said, pulling up my skirt "Look!"

"You are wearing tights. I can't see much evidence of hairy legs through them."

"That's soon sorted" I raised my backside and slid the pantyhose down. I kicked off my shoes and made a real production of removing the tights. Harold seemed fascinated. Finally I stripped them off my toes and pushed my leg into his face.

"Well, Harold, what do you think?"

Harold looked closely. He couldn't do anything else. The leg was about ten inches from his face.

"I think that you've got a lovely leg. The hair is so fine and because you are a natural blonde it's just like a faint fuzz. I think the leg is great just as it is. However, I must admit that I'm not an expert on legs. You need someone with more experience - Thomas perhaps?"

Just then Lisa and Thomas came in. 

"What sort of practice is that?" asked Lisa.

I lowered my leg. "I just wanted Harold's opinion on my hairy legs. But he suggested that your Thomas is probably a more experienced judge."

"He is, aren't you Thomas?" said Lisa "But can I trust him?"

"Of course you can," replied Thomas "At least while you are here. Move over, Harold, let the expert have an inspection." He knelt down in front of me, picked up a leg and looked at it closely. Then he sat back on his heels and pronounced.

"That is NOT a hairy leg. Hairy legs are obvious. That is a leg with baby fluff on it. It's rather attractive as it is. If I were you, Candice, I'd leave the hair alone. I think that if you started to shave or wax your legs the hairs would get thicker and you'd have to keep on removing them. That's my opinion." He stood up. "You might want to ask Frances, but I'm sure she'd agree with me."

"Thank you, Thomas. And thank you, Harold. Although I'll take Thomas' advice and ask Frances it is reassuring that you two don't think my legs are hairy..."

"What does George think?" interrupted Harold.

"He thinks I'm wonderful," I giggled "He doesn't criticise any part of me. He just loves me."

"Typical!" snorted Thomas, "Once one of you Vixens gets your hands on a man, all his faculties vanish. Perhaps you are witches in your spare time?" Lisa and I jumped on him and tickled him.

"Stop! Enough! I'll take it back. You are all marvellous!" Thomas yelled as he was tickled all over. We gradually stopped and I kissed him.

Harold asked "Candice, if George thinks you are wonderful, why are you so worried about your appearance? It's what he believes that is important, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. But he's infatuated with me. I want to be the best I can for him and I'm sure that I can look better than I do now."

"OK. I can understand that. It's really your own self-esteem that's taken a knock, isn't it? Why?" asked Harold.


Candice & Ashley



The bar was three blocks away, easy enough to walk to. She took a seat on a stool in the middle of a long stretch of mahogany and ordered two shots of tequila -- it took the edge off. She scanned the scene; there were two college guys talking sports -- that didn't interest her. A businessman sat in a booth reading the Wall Street Journal... well-dressed, handsome, probably worked in investments -- not tonight. Another well-dressed man in his fifties; this one was hitting on a twenty year old girl -- not tonight, not ever. She got the attention of the bartender and pointed to the beers on tap. She sipped slowly and continued searching. It wasn't looking good -- maybe tonight wasn't her night.

Candice spotted herself in the mirror reflecting the liquor bottles. She wasn't wearing her college professor eyeglasses. Her dark eye makeup and spiky hair went well with her small tight black dress. A few hours ago she painted her nails black. Her only jewelry was a small pendant of two interlocking sterling silver Venus symbols. She smiled wryly.

Candice crossed her legs and swiveled in her chair. Two women in their mid-thirties sat at a table along the wall and were deeply engrossed in one another -- occasionally touching, nodding often and smiling broadly; completely enamored. Both women wore wedding bands; most likely their husbands didn't know where they went after yoga class. Candice slowly shook her head from side to side and pushed out her lower lip; there probably wasn't room for a third wheel, damn. 

By 10:30, the atmosphere had changed -- it wasn't the soft sounds of Michael Bublé -- it was Lady Gaga and Rihanna pulsing through the air. Candice drained her beer and joined the crowd on the dance floor. Although she had never had the traditional college girl experience, like a chameleon, she could blend in anywhere.

Candice had graduated high school when she was 16; earned a bachelor's degree when she was 19 and had a PhD in Clinical Psychology at 22. She studied psychology because she wanted to understand herself. Her PhD thesis was a study of prodigious but troubled children -- it was mostly autobiographical; she was identified as highly gifted in the second grade and labeled a malicious deviant in the sixth grade.

It wasn't difficult to figure out why; her birth name was Candy -- she legally changed it to Candice when she turned 18. She was born in Las Vegas, her mother was an exotic dancer, and she never knew her father. She never knew him because her mother had no idea who he was. He must've been a genius because her mother never amounted to anything -- she died of a heroin overdose in 2009.

Candice could read when she was three years old, was doing calculus in junior high school and was smoking cigarettes and getting high at thirteen -- the life of a stripper's daughter wasn't easy. Early on she learned to keep her extraordinary talents hidden from others; it was bad enough that she stood out because of her mismatched clothing -- she didn't want to be the pet project of a socially liberal do-gooder who wanted to save a disadvantaged smart girl whose mother was a hooker. Maybe that's why she still had a bad girl streak; the rebel never died.

The pulsating, sweaty crowd snapped Candice back to the present. The kinetic energy that surged through the thick throng was invigorating. Within minutes she was completely re-immersed, again totally lost in the moment, entirely consumed with exhilaration.

She didn't realize it until the girl smiled, but Candice had been dancing exclusively with her for the last twenty minutes. She returned the smile, continued shaking her hips and dancing provocatively. Candice inched closer -- occasionally grinding on the girl's long legs.

Over the noise of the crowd, the girl leaned in and said, "Hi, I'm Ashley." 

Candice spun around, wiggled her ass and bent down to the floor like she was waiting to be mounted. She pushed her hips back and forth, imitating the dirty deed. She spun back around and put her arms around the girl's neck, kissed her like a long-lost lover and said, "Hi Ashley."

Ashley didn't flinch, and for a brief moment, tightly held Candice. She playfully grabbed her ass and smiled lasciviously. Two years ago, Ashley would've never behaved like this. She was formally the archetypal good girl -- Catholic high school cheerleader, had never smoked or drank, and was a virgin until her senior year. But over the last two years at college, she had evolved into an open-minded woman, someone who was ready to experience the real world.

They continued bouncing and gyrating wildly. Ashley's low-cut dress didn't restrain her bouncing tits; Candice couldn't wait to get her hands on them. The Katy Perry anthem was the perfect segue -- they grabbed each other and made out like Britney Spears and Madonna at the music video awards.

The song ended and another one began. Candice was intoxicated on liquor and longing -- she shouted, "I need to pee." She grabbed Ashley's hand and tugged her off the parquet.

The ladies room wasn't private, but that didn't discourage them. The confined space intensified the smell of sweat, tequila, perfume, and desire. Candice hopped on the sink vanity and spread her legs. Ashley rushed in and kissed her neck and shoulders. They groped and fondled, their tongues were in each other's mouths. Candice buried her face in Ashley's breasts, peeled down her dress and sucked her peaked nipples. Candice pushed Ashley backwards, not to discourage her but to direct her to the open stall behind them.

Candice crashed on the toilet and hastily removed her soaking panties. She flung them at Ashley -- she deeply inhaled and ran her tongue over the crotch and completely licked the candy out of the cotton. Her gorgeous blue eyes and full lips dripped with desperation, her craving could only be satisfied with the real thing.

Candice lifted her dress above her hips and seductively pushed her knees apart. Ashley didn't need encouragement. She removed her own panties and dropped them to the floor to use as kneepads. 

"I can't wait to taste you," said Ashley desperately. She dove in and swirled her tongue around her new friend's swollen but delicate petals. She flicked her tongue in and out and pushed Candice's knees further apart. Ashley's middle finger effortlessly glided into Candice.

Candice's breathing was ragged, like she just sprinted 100 meters. She grabbed a handful of Ashley's long blonde hair and pushed her hips upward. "Ooh... yeah... like that..."

Ashley briefly looked up -- her lips and cheeks shimmered. She flicked her tongue and circled Candice's clit and then sucked her like a Hoover would. She slowly licked from bottom to top with a flat tongue, the way a kid eats an ice cream cone. She methodically double fingered until Candice surrendered. 

The small crowd of girls that had gathered whooped and cheered. A short pudgy girl with giant tits had her hands down her pants. The smell of musky sin was like an aphrodisiac; two girls with long straight black hair French kissed passionately. An orgy was about to break out when Candice stood, straightened her dress, smiled, and sauntered to the mirror to fix her smudged makeup and lipstick.

"Ashley, let's get out of here," smiled Candice. "My hotel room is a few blocks away."

Ashley was doe-eyed like Christmas had just come; she turned to her friends and said, "I'll meet you in the dining hall for breakfast."

They exited the ladies room holding hands, the way they had entered; the only difference: now they weren't wearing panties. Hopefully one of Ashley's friends would deposit them in her dorm room.



Candice & Rob: The First Night



My name is Rob. Candice and I have been married for 9 years. We met in college and have two children now. Ages 5 and 6. They spend alternate weekends with their 2 sets of grandparents. Candice is 5'1" tall, weights 103. Blonde and well endowed on top with nice full milky white tit's a narrow waist and full hips. Her ass is to die for. Full looking round ass and further down she has what I like to call. Thunder thighs. Candice is always saying they look fat but guys are always starring at my wife wherever we go out. 

My fascination with interracial sex came about the time I was in college. I seen lots of hot looking white girls dating these black guys on campus and always wondered what the attraction was all about. I rented a couple interracial movies at this adult book store near the campus and they really got me excited. Candice and I were dating at the time so I asked her if she wanted to watch them with me. She was curious to see them herself so this was my second viewing as we laid in bed together watching these hot flicks.

I remember how wet Candice got that night when we fucked. I knew those big black cocks turned her on but she acted like their size didn't matter to her. At least at that time. I'm not huge but I'd say I'm very average in size comparing to the other guys I seen in college.

We got married and a couple years later I brought up the subject of interracial sex when I saw this hot amateur interracial movie at one of my buddies place. I told Candice all about it and we had wild sex that night. She teased me about fucking a black guy. I knew at the time she wasn't serious. She was only trying to enhance our sex that night.

I got up enough nerve to ask her if she really wanted to experiment with another man and she said no. The fantasy of watching Candice being taken by a hung black man really got my blood flowing. I brought up the subject every so often. Our kids were born and I'd forget about it on and off than recently brought up the subject again while we were having sex one night. 

I was kind of shocked when Candice told me she would fuck another man under the right circumstances. I began thinking. What kind of circumstances was she talking about. That night I asked. She told me she would have to get to know a guy first. I was excited and curious so Candice explained everything I needed to know that night.

I came home early from work one Friday afternoon and found the kids playing in the living room and Candice busy having an internet video conference with a man on our computer. I walked into the room and noticed it was a black guy she was speaking with. He was dressed in a suit and looked to be around 25 years old.

She turned and gave me a quick kiss than turned back to the screen and introduced me to this man she was talking to.

"Daryl. This is my husband Rob. Rob honey. This is Daryl."

I leaned down in front of the computer screen. "hey. How are you doing." I said.

Candice than went on to speak to this guy named Daryl. "I'll let you go now Daryl. Text me if something comes up before tomorrow evening. See yeah later."

Candice ended the video chat and stood up giving me a big hug.

"What was that all about baby?'

"Daryl is a guy I met in a chat room a couple weeks ago."

"Two weeks ago? How come you didn't mention anything about talking to a guy online?"

Candice had her arms wrapped around my neck holding on to me as she gave me these little hot kisses on my lips.

"I wanted it to be a surprise for you."

I was a little confused but Candice went on to explain everything. She had been talking to this guy everyday since they first met. Candice told me how she brought up the subject of experiencing her first black cock to Daryl and how I'd love to watch.

My cock got rock solid hard listening to Candice explain all the details to me. She said she would explain everything in more detail after the kids were in bed that night. We ate dinner and tucked them in bed that night. I couldn't wait to hear everything.

"Honey. I made plans for Daryl to come over tomorrow evening. The kids will be at your parents house this weekend."

" I was excited but was still in shock. "You going to fuck this guy?'

"I don't know honey. It depends how I feel."

My body felt numb but my cock was hard thinking about watching Candice getting poked by a big black dick. Candice didn't want to have sex that night. Candice said she wanted to be extremely horny in case something happened tomorrow night. She did give me a blow job. I mean for forty five minutes this wife of mine sucked my cock. Swallowing my hot load of cum too.

The kids got picked up by their grandparents the next morning so we were alone. I was just about ready to stop by the drug store after breakfast when Candice asked me where I was going.

"Thought I'd run out and buy some condoms just in case you want to fuck Daryl tonight."

"Honey. That won't be necessary. I already spoke to Daryl and he said he only had sex with his girlfriend about 4 months ago until they broke up and assured me he was clean and free of anything."

"So, your not going to have him wear a condom?"

Candice smiled and walked over and wrapped her arms around me. "Honey. If I'm going to fuck another man tonight. I want to feel his cock inside me. Not a condom. Besides. I'm on the pill."

Candice kissed me hard so I left it at that!

That afternoon Candice showered. The aroma of perfume started filling the air as she got herself ready for the evening. Candice is a little old fashion and loves romance novels. I knew she was going to wear something really sexy tonight. When I walked into our bedroom she was clasping a little hook on her garter belt. She looked so sexy standing with one foot on a stool. Her creamy white thigh and ass was clearly visible to me as I walked up running my hand along the softness of her exposed ass.

"Are you going to wear a thong?"

"I don't know yet. Depends."

I watched her adjust her stockings and helped her pull her new dress up over her head. She looked so sexy. The dress fit her tight and much of her milky white breasts were exposed. I wondered if this guy Daryl knew how lucky he was going to be if Candice decided to fuck him?

Candice came strutting out of our bedroom wearing her 6" pumps. I always teased her about the height of some of her heels in her collection. At 5'1" they made her look tall and super thin. Daryl arrived about thirty minutes later. He was on time and looked very professional wearing a suit and tie. We shook hands and sat down and had a drink together while Candice called for Chinese take out. That was something they planned since Daryl was a big fan of Chinese food.

I had to admit that Daryl wasn't just a run of the mill black guy from the hood stereotype. He was very polite and well educated. We finished dinner and sat in the living room. Candice and Daryl sat together on the sofa getting better acquainted. I fetched everyone drinks a couple times. Daryl and Candice were getting more cozier each time I returned from the kitchen. 

Candice stood up and walked over to me. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Why don't you get the movie camera out?" She smiled and gave me a little kiss before walking back to set next to Daryl on the sofa.

I got up and went into our bedroom to find out new high definition camera we had bought to take movies of the kids. The battery was completely charged. This would give me way over an hour of recording time If I needed it. It had a large memory card that would hold a good length movie.

When I returned I didn't see either one of them but heard noise out in the kitchen. When I got out there, Candice had her arms wrapped around Daryl's shoulders. He was holding her waist as they gently kissed. I put the camera to my face and started shooting.

Daryl was still much taller than my wife even with her 6" pumps. They looked so erotic standing there kissing. Biting lips, tongues mingling. It was such an erotic scene to watch. Daryl's hands were all over my wife. I moved around to the other side of the kitchen Island and got a good shot of Candice playing with Daryl's cock through his pants. 

I could see it's hardness sticking straight out from the material of his pants. Daryl already removed his suit jacket and tie. They laid on the Island counter top nearby. His hands on her ass hiking her dress up exposing her garter belt and bare ass now. 

The kissing was so hot to watch. His tongue entering her mouth than hers into his mouth. Biting his lips than locked tight in a heated kiss. So hot and passionate. They were either putting on a show for me or really enjoying the passion. I think a little of both.

The dress was soon taken off and Daryl's pants hit the floor. Candice pulled out his big black cock with both hands rubbing her dainty long fingers along the stiffness of his thick black shaft. I zoomed in for a close shot. So erotic with my wife's hands on his black cock. Her wedding rings clearly visible in the camera's view. 

Almost naked except for the stocks, heels and garter belt. My wife kneeled down taking that big black cock in her hands and stroked it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. Daryl held his hands on the back of her head. The contrast was so erotic. Dark black and my wife's pale white skin and blonde hair.

My cock was stiff as I watched my wife lovingly suck her black lover. I kept the camera rolling as my wife finished sucking on that cock. Stood up and positioned her full round ass back again her lover. Daryl ran his thick black hands along my wife's ass while he poked his huge cock up against her pussy lips doggy style. Candice playfully wiggled her ass like an invitation to fuck her wet pussy.

Daryl took hold of his cock with one hand guiding his black cock between my wife's wet pink pussy lips. Her body stiffened as Daryl's cock split apart her pink pussy lips for the first time. As soon as his cock head was embedded between her pussy lips he pushed forward sending a few inches inside my wife's pussy. 

Candice let out a load moan holding herself against the kitchen Island counter top. Daryl put his black hands on my wife's ass and began fucking her steady sending his huge cock a little deeper with each new stroke. In and out as Candice moaned. I moved around and decided to try and put the camera under her belly and get a nice shot of Daryl's cock going in and out. Her body quivered with each inward thrust of that huge black cock.

A few minutes into the fuck and Daryl pulled out only to help Candice sit on top of the Island counter top. She opened her legs for Daryl as he positioned himself between her legs aiming for her wet pussy again. His cock sunk in much faster this time as Candice rested her ankles on Daryl's shoulders.

I stood watching Candice get fucked while taking the movie. My cock wanted to explode but I knew I'd get my chance later tonight. Daryl was fucking my wife furiously now as my wife's ass quivered and shook with each thrust of his huge cock. She must have came three times before Daryl yelled out that he was getting ready to cum. Daryl grunted and held onto Candice's ass holding her pussy tight against his body as he filled her belly with his potent seed.

He soon pulled out and out came a gush of hot white sperm. He held Candice's legs up and open while I took a nice creampie shot. A real gentleman. I got the opportunity to watch Daryl fuck my wife on the sofa later that evening before he dressed and left kissing my wife one more times on her wet lips. She was still wearing her stockings, garter belt and heels when I walked up behind her after she closed the front door.

We fucked for almost two hours after Daryl left. Her pussy felt wet and well used. Yes, it felt stretched out and Candice made a point of asking me if she felt stretched. It only made our sex more passionate that night. 

I realize we will never be hardcore swingers but Candice said she might have Daryl over again in a couple months. I can't wait to watch my wife take that big black cock again.



Candice and the Handyman



"Please, come in." Candice smiled, she opened the door wide stepping back to let the men into her house. "How long do you think this is going to take?" she asked politely.

"Maybe a few days, but it shouldn't really be more than two." One of them replied, smiling. She looked at his crisp, navy work shirt, it said 'Bud'. He was quite handsome, maybe in his late thirties. His hair was a little long, more so than she usually liked on a man, his face was scruffy, but he had bright green eyes that sparkled against his deeply tanned face. The two men sat their tools down and went back out for the rest of their equipment. 

"Just let me know if you need anything," she called after them "I'll just be in the kitchen." Candice headed to her kitchen, she had a lot of work to do. Today she was baking cookies for a big client, 300 decorated cookies for a product launch party, she wasn't sure she could do it. It was probably time to expand and hire some help she thought. 

Candice lost herself in her task. Periodically she'd hear noises in the other rooms and then she'd remember the two men there. She was having some of her rooms painted and some shelves put in her office, both things she was sure she could have done, if she had had the time. That was her biggest problem these days. She didn't have time for anything anymore, especially relationships. Candice had been divorced for over a year, time flies she thought to herself, in that time she hadn't really tired to meet anyone. She had been on dates, sure, but nothing serious at all. Her mind drifted to the two young workers, they were both quite handsome. One was definitely young enough to be her son. While Candice was in her early fifties, she looked and felt much younger. She had worked out and stayed active all her life to maintain her trim figure. Her breast showed some side effects of aging, but they had always been a little low, even when she was young, because of their large size. She looked at her broken reflection in the doors of her double ovens, not bad at all, she thought. 

Candice continued her work, measuring and mixing, it was always relaxing to her. She had made these recipes so many times she barely needed to think about it. Her mind drifted again, she didn't know what it was but lately all she could think about was sex. Sure it had been a long time, and maybe it was because she had went unfulfilled in her marriage for so many years, she just found herself yearning for a male touch. She thought about Bud, his young, fit male body, her husband had never looked that good, even before he got old and pudgy. What would it be like to be touched by his hands, she thought, to feel his hardness against her? She sighed out loud, grinding her hips a bit against the counter, trying to get some relief. Her head rolled back as she ran one hand down between her legs and the other began fondling her breast. Just then the kitchen door opened startling her out of her fantasy. 

Candice couldn't help blushing when she saw the young man entering her kitchen. How much had he seen, she wondered? His eyes were on her chest, she looked down and saw the flour handprint she had left on the top of her apron. She laughed, brushing it off and smoothing her hands over the front of her apron. "Did you need something, honey?" she asked sweetly, looking right at him, daring him almost. His work shirt said 'Matt', so handsome, he seemed to be in his twenties. His hair was much darker, he had glasses and some facial hair but it didn't hide his youth. He was tall, over six feet, and looked to have a wonderful body.

"We need to know, uh, what finish you want on the shelves." he stammered, looking her over with an appreciative male eye. 

"I think painted, white, will be fine." she said smiling. 

"Ok thanks." Matt walked out of the kitchen, smiling. Did he just see what he thought he saw? He wondered to himself, as he headed outside where Bud was working on the shelves.

Candice spent the rest of the day baking all the cookies for her client, and planned to decorate them the next day. She was exhausted, her muscles ached. Making that many cookies was hard work, mixing and rolling all the dough. What she needed was a nice, long, hot bath. She undressed as she ran the bathwater, smoothing her hands over her achy muscles. She put her long, brown hair up in a loose bun, watching herself in the mirror. She ran her hands over her breast, the nipples hardening slightly at the touch. Then she cupped them, massaging each one and pinching the nipples, making them super hard. She thought about Matt, the hunky handyman, so strong and handsome, young and virile. What it would be like to have his hands on me, in me, she thought. She continued massaging her breast with one hand while the other worked its way down between her legs. Her fingers tangled in her dark curls as she rubbed her mound. With one foot on the tub for better access she slid her fingers up and down her moist slit, getting wetter with each touch. With two fingers she rubbed her clit then down and pushed them as deep as she could into her wet pussy. She continued rubbing and fingering herself, her motions becoming faster and more frantic, the closer she got to coming. Her other hand squeezed hard on her nipples and breasts. As her body shook with an intense orgasm, she felt her pussy tighten around her fingers as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. 

"We should be done this afternoon," Bud told her as the two workers arrived the next morning. "all that's left is to paint one room and finish installing the shelves." Candice watched as they brought in their tools and began setting things up, she kind of stared off into nowhere for a few minutes, thinking about her fantasies. Finally, she snapped out of it, "If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen all day again." Candice told them before leaving the room. Matt watched her as she walked out, she had a great body, he though to himself.

This was the part that Candice loved, and hated, to a degree. Decorating cookies was fun, but she always got stressed out over making them look perfect and trying to get them done on time. No matter how much time she allowed herself it seemed she was always finishing things up at the last minute. Candice started by making the frosting, royal icing, which was mostly powdered sugar. She was going to need four colors for the corporate logo she was drawing on the cookies. She mixed the icing, slowing turning the white into beautiful shades of color, then she filled her piping bags and was all ready to get to work. Everything was quiet for the first couple of hours, they must be painting that room, she thought. Then a loud kind of banging startled her, and she knew they must be putting in the shelves. She thought she'd go check on the progress, it was time for a break anyways. 

"How's it going?" She asked as she walked into her office. It was newly painted and the new shelves were installed. She loved the smell of fresh paint, everything looked good and she was very happy with their work. "Everything's done," Bud said "I have to head off to check on another job, Matt is going to stay here and finish the clean up." Candice caught Matt's eyes and they locked for a few seconds, he had a knowing kind of look on his face. He continued watching her, holding her gaze, until she looked away. "Uh, well, you've both done a great job," She nodded as she backed out of the room. "Thank you." 

Matt watched her as she left the room, he thought back to the day before, when he had walked into her kitchen. How her hands had been on her breasts, her head rolled back in pleasure. She was so beautiful to him, he enjoyed seeing a woman get her pleasure, he also enjoyed being the one to provide it. He had already made his mind up, he was going to have her, no question about it. He had a plan in his head of how it would play out.

Candice headed back to her little world in the kitchen, those cookies weren't going to decorate themselves. She guessed she could finish with a couple solid hours of work, she looked at the clock, it was mid-afternoon. She wouldn't be done too late if she kept up her current pace. Two hours went by quickly, just as she was finishing up Matt came into the kitchen. His smile was warm, his eyes bright and intense. He watched her for a moment before speaking. "You are a very talented woman," Candice smiled, blushing a little "it takes a lot of patience to do a job like this." Matt walked closer to the counter she was working at.

"Thank you. Yes it can try my patience at times." Candice watched as Matt moved closer, his masculine scent filling the air around her. Every nerve in her body was on high alert, she felt electric, as if all he had to do was touch her and she would spark. 

"You are also very beautiful." Matt moved until he was standing close behind her. She felt his breath on her neck, and a chill ran down her body as he put his arms on either side of her, resting his hands on the counter. "Maybe you can teach me something," he said, putting his big, work roughened hands on hers "like your secret."

"Secret?" Candice asked nervously, this man, just a boy really, was throwing her off balance and she didn't know if she liked it. 

"Yeah the secret of decorating cookies like that." He chuckled, and she felt his body move against hers. It had been a long time since Candice had felt like this, she wasn't sure what to do. 

"Uh, there really is no secret. It's kind of like you can or you can't." Candice didn't know what to do with her hands, or the rest of her body. Her brain was trying to think of a way to duck out of his grasp, her body wanted to lean into him and feel the hard planes of his muscles. "Well I'm good with my hands," Matt offered, stepping back and moving his hands to her shoulders, gently rubbing and massaging. "if that helps."

His hands felt wonderful. Candice really didn't want it to stop, she couldn't stop herself from imagining those hands on the rest of her body. Was she really going to let this happen? Did she even really have a choice? Her head rolled back as a soft moan escaped her lips. Once again he moved so he was right behind her, his lips were on her ear as he whispered. "How long has it been since you've been made love to?" He kissed her neck, his lips warm and wet. "since you've had a real man, that appreciates this beautiful body?" He ran his hands over her hips and back up her sides, his fingers barely grazing her breasts. "I know you need it, I saw you, yesterday. Who were you thinking about?" He continued kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear as he began to massage her breasts. Candice leaned back into him, she could clearly feel his erection pressing against her. Did she really want this? It had been a long time, but was this the right thing to do? "You're a beautiful woman, you deserve to be taken care of. Let me take care of you, if just for tonight."

Her body was screaming 'YES! YES! YES!' as he slowly turned her around to face him. He was so handsome, he was just a boy, but he felt like all man, like he knew what he was doing. He kissed her then, slow, soft even, at first, then he deepened it, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands exploring her body, soft and curvy in all the right places. He reached back and slowly untied her apron. Everything he did was slow and sensual. She ran her hands over his chest, so strong, he was hot under her hands. He began to slowly undress her, nothing was rushed, he took his time, as if that was all he had to do for the rest of his life. 

Candice was on fire. Matt left a blazing hot trail of kisses on every inch of her skin he uncovered. He unbuttoned her top, slowly pulling it down over her shoulders, kissing the exposed mounds of her breasts. She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him to her breasts. He continued kissing his way down her body as he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, slowly pulling them down over her hips. Candice felt a little self conscious as Matt stood back and looked at her. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands, she just stood there, not completely exposed to him, but enough to make her feel hot under his gaze. Matt watched as she struggled with standing half naked before him. She was so beautiful, but he guessed that she had not been told that nearly enough.

Matt was struggling as well, struggling to hold back. He wanted this to be all about her. He wanted to give her a memory that would bring a smile to her face whenever she thought about, not something that she would regret later. He took a step forward, reaching out and taking her hands in his, he looked in her eyes. "Maybe the men in your life didn't tell you this enough, but you are a sexy, beautiful woman, and tonight I want to make you see that." He took her face in his hands and kissed her deep and slow, he felt her melt and soften in his arms, as she began to kiss him back. They were still in the middle of her kitchen, Candice broke the kiss and turned away, taking Matt's hand she lead him to her bedroom. 

Candice couldn't remember the last time she had felt this way, if ever. She felt sexy and desirable, she was becoming less self conscious, starting to lose herself in the moment. Matt watched as Candice took off her bra and panties, she was beautiful. Her large breasts hung full and heavy, her pink nipples hardening under his gaze. Matt stood there in a kind of stupor, until he felt his cock twitching. He began undressing, as Candice laid back on the bed watching him. Once he was naked he laid beside her on the bed, she turned on her side to face him. They laid there in a comfortable silence, taking in the sight of each other's bodies. 

Tentatively Candice reached out, touching his arm lightly, running her fingers over his smooth skin. Her fingers continued to wander, exploring his body, tracing down over his abs and lower. She almost felt like she was doing this for the first time as she studied his half hard cock. His cock was quite large, nice and thick, she could see it pulsating, twitching as it became hard. She took him in her hand, he was warm and hard, yet soft. She began stroking him, making him completely hard. She explored him further, feeling rather virginal and glad that he was allowing her to just touch him as she was. She gently cupped his balls, squeezing the hefty sac. He was rock hard now, she began stroking his cock again, after a minute he reached out, gently grabbing her by the wrist. "Enough of that," Matt said, his voice raspy "you deserve all the attention." With that he leaned in and kissed her, his hands finally cupping her bare breasts, warm and heavy in his hands. He kissed her jaw and neck, her shoulder as he worked his way down, finally taking a nipple into his wet mouth, he sucked and gently nipped until it was a super hard bud then he turned his attention to the other one, his hands squeezing and massaging her breasts at the same time.

His hands felt wonderful, his mouth felt even better. Candice was more turned on than she could ever remember being. Her pussy gushed as his hand found it's way to her mound, rubbing her there. Her legs parted slightly for him. He traced his finger up and down her moist lips and then in between, gently rubbing her clit. He pulled away, kneeling beside her, he caressed the tops of her thighs, gently rubbing and massaging the muscles. Then he moved his hands to her inner thighs gently parting her legs and moving in between them. He leaned in and began kissing her thighs, each kiss getting closer to her center. His mouth was hovering over her mound, she could feel his hot breath, and then she experienced something so incredible, his tongue was lapping at her clit, the sensations were indescribable. Candice had never had this done to her before, it was amazing. She writhed and moaned as he flicked her sensitive clit with his tongue and then sucked it gently. He drove her to the edge, backing down just before she went over. 

There was nothing that Matt loved more than getting a woman off, especially if he could watch her as she came, or feel her body cumming under his hands or around his cock. Her juices flowed, covering his face as he licked her pussy lips with fat, broad strokes. She moaned as he parted her lips and darted his tongue inside her, his nose hitting her clit. He opened her up with his tongue, her pussy gushed with each stroke, she was so wet. He went back to licking her clit, pushing two fingers deep inside her. She bucked under him, her pussy convulsing around his fingers as she came hard from his licking and fingering. 

Candice had barely recovered from that intense orgasm as Matt slid into her. His cocked filled her up, he leaned over her and kissed her deeply, his cock moving slowly inside her. She had never felt pleasure like this, EVER! What she was feeling was hard to describe, it just felt so good. His body hard on top of hers, his cock filling and stretching her, she pulled her legs up and around his back. His thrust were slow and deep filling her completely. Her back arched as his mouth found her nipple, his pace quickening. Candice moved with him, their bodies colliding, the speed increasing. She was close to cumming again, another intense orgasm. His strokes were deep and fast, Candice was panting, their bodies were covered in sweat. He felt her body begin to tense up and knew she was about to come he continued his pace never letting up while her body started to spasm. He watched the pleasure wash over her face. She was breathing heavy and hard, he felt her pussy contracting around his cock, he was close to cumming as well. 

She couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm she was experiencing. It was amazing, this man was amazing, he felt so good, he had done everything to make sure she had felt wonderful and had a great experience and she had so far. He continued to thrust into her, her pussy felt tight after her orgasm, with every thrust she felt a tiny aftershock. Then she felt his cock pulsing inside her and knew he was going to cum. He gave one last deep thrust, moaning and grunting as she felt his hot load fill her up. He collapsed onto his elbows careful not to rest all his weight on her. She felt his cock begin to soften inside her, sliding out as he lay there. He rolled over laying next to her, panting hard. She felt moisture dribbling from her pussy and run down to the bed, she knew it was his cum. She felt wonderful, she had never been made love to like that before. Better late than never she thought. She had been single for over a year and with this experience she felt she was starting her life again. She couldn't help smiling as she turned onto her side, facing Matt, watching his chest rise and fall as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. 

"Thank you so much for that." she said placing her hand on his chest. He turned to her, smiling, "Thank you." He reached out and caressed her cheek. "you are amazing, I'm glad you enjoyed it." he kissed her again just like he had before, slow and sweet. "Just let me know when you're ready for round two" he said laughing. Candice just smiled back, knowing she would take all he had to give her.



Candice, Julia, and Max



Candice and Julia arrived just in time to see Max win the final hand at the final table -- stacks of chips were piled high; he smiled as broadly as someone who, well, someone who had just won $10,000. For the second time in two days, Max was uncharacteristically and unguardedly emotional. Normally Max was unaffected, unaffected by women and unaffected by money, but Candice softened him, made him more real, made him something that he hadn't previously been, it was vaguely unnerving but nevertheless exciting.

"Congratulations," said Candice. She hugged Max affectionately and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I'd like you to meet my new friend -- Julia." Julia extended a hand forward and shook Max's hand. "It's nice to meet you; Candice talked about you all afternoon." She pecked him on the cheek.

Candice and Julia were dressed for clubbing: low-cut dresses, high heels, smoky eyes, rich pink lipstick; Max was dressed for Texas hold 'em -- blue jeans and T-shirt. "Come on Max, you're underdressed; we'll help you get ready for the evening," said Candice with raised eyebrows. She interlocked elbows with Julia and tugged Max toward the elevators.

With adrenaline fueled excitement Max gave a blow-by-blow account of his afternoon of card playing -- he'd gone all-in a few times and was lucky that his bluffs weren't called. But the hand that solidified his lead came late in the day -- he drew a pair of Kings and a third king came on the flop. He played it cool; he had an 85 percent chance of winning but his opponent was cocky and confident. They both went all in; his opponent revealed pocket aces and Max's heart sank; his probability of winning declined significantly. Incredibly, the King of hearts was the final river card. After that, it was an easy path to victory.

By the time they arrived on the 24th floor Max was so hopped up he didn't notice that Candice had stopped and inserted her electronic room key. When he realized she wasn't beside him, he retraced his steps, smiled and shook his head. Candice handed Max the room key and said, "Just come in when you're showered and changed." She winked and closed her door.

Julia was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, thinking of all that had transpired. She wasn't sure where the evening was headed, but she was willing to play along, willing to let go and experience something completely new. Candice slid beside her; sexuality wafted through the room. Candice touched Julia's shoulder, "Your skin is still warm; does it hurt?" Candice gently kissed her shoulder and neck.

"No," said Julia with a nervous smile. "I had a wonderful day."

"Me too," cooed Candice. "I'm glad you sat next to me at the pool." She again kissed Julia's neck and shoulder, a little softer and tenderer.

"Serendipity," whispered Julia. "But I've never done this before... have never... you know... been with another woman." Her voice was subdued and tentative.

Candice kissed her softly on the lips, reassuring her that it didn't matter, that it was okay, and that it was meant to be. "You are beautiful," purred Candice. She stroked her cheek and cupped her neck and kissed her again, this time parting her lips with her tongue. Candice toyed with the thin straps of Julia's dress and slowly inched them off, kissing her neck, shoulder and upper arm. She kissed Julia again -- this time Julia's tongue was not passive. Unconsciously, Julia slightly parted her legs.

Candice slowly unzipped Julia's dress; she kissed her neck and collarbone. Julia was under a spell -- she lifted her arms over her head and Candice slipped off her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra and Candice admired Julia's large upturned breasts -- Candice fondled them and sucked her aroused nipples and licked circles around her areola. Julia squirmed with excitement -- the tenderness of a woman's touch was unfamiliar but undeniably stimulating. Candice ran her fingers through Julia's long blonde hair and pulled her close for another passionate kiss.

Sensing that Julia would be less inhibited if they were both naked, Candice unzipped her dress and wiggled out of it -- she raised her eyebrows and smiled devilishly. Candice guided Julia's face to her small tits; Julia kissed Candice's nipples timidly -- Candice moaned and encouraged Julia. Julia flicked her tongue less hesitantly and sucked more naturally, almost wantonly. Candice responded with louder moans. Julia ran her hands through Candice's short black hair and traced an outline over her fine cheekbone. The tipping point was breached -- Julia was all in; they groped and kissed passionately.

From her side of the bed, Candice pulled back the bedspread, fluffed up a large white pillow and laid Julia down. She kissed her lips, her neck, her cleavage, and her belly button. She rubbed her through her panties. Julia's legs again parted, this time intentionally. Candice teased with the elastic and continued touching her through the silky material, occasionally pressing the soft middle spot. She kissed her again; Candice looked into Julia's large blue eyes -- she loved the way Julia had done her makeup, sultry, erotic, and a little slutty. She kissed gently her glossy pink lips, stared into her eyes and slipped her hand inside Julia's panties. She touched her delicately and traced along the outside of her labia, teasing her.

With her middle finger, Candice slowly touched the outside of her squishy hole and slightly pushed. Julia's breathing was ragged -- she desperately wanted Candice to finger her like her boyfriend did, but Candice teased and took her time. Julia would learn the way that women loved; she was determined that Julia's first girl-induced orgasm was memorable. Candice slightly pushed in her finger and slowly backed out, but not all the way. She held Julia's gaze and continued -- each time a centimeter deeper and a fraction faster.

But the sexual tension that had built all afternoon was too much; Julia frantically circled and rubbed her clit through the soft silky material. Candice increase the speed, just enough; Julia panted and thrust her hips back and forth; she was close and Candice knew it. She whispered into Julia's ear, "Julia," her words were soft, "You're so pretty..." She licked her earlobe and nuzzled her, "Baby, baby, baby... ooh..."

"Candice," said Julia desperately, biting her lower lip, "Faster, deeper... Yes like that..." She involuntarily thrust her hips, again and again until her orgasm finally subsided.

Candice pressed her body into Julia, held her, kissed her, caressed her, stroked her... loved her like no man could. Candice kissed from her neck to her navel and slowly and seductively pulled off Julia's panties.

With long strokes Candice licked Julia's pussy from bottom to top; she darted and flicked her tongue -- she loved the taste of a new lesbian. Candice sucked Julia's clit while simultaneously easing in her index and middle finger. Julia wasn't prepared for the incredible sensation; she shuttered and moaned loudly. She grabbed a handful of Candice's hair and pulled her closer to her pussy. Until today, she never imagined that she'd have such a strikingly beautiful woman eating her out, and bringing her to places she hadn't imagined. Julia grinded her hips into Candice, rubbed furiously her clitoris and came again.

Julia laughed out loud, sucked in a breath and laughed again -- she couldn't believe it. Candice smiled broadly, contently. Julia affectionately held Candice's face and kissed her; their tongues explored each other's mouths.

Julia stood; she was new at this but knew that it was Candice's turn. Candice leaned back against the pillow. Julia remembered the lessons -- she kissed Candice's neck, sucked her tits, licked circles around her areola. She kissed Candice's sharp hips and worked lower until she was face-to-face with Candice's finely manicured, perfectly balanced, swollen pussy lips. She didn't hesitate to taste her first woman -- the tangy sweetness would be something she'd never forget -- uncertain exactly what to do, but knowing what she just experienced, Julia gently nibbled and sucked, stuck her tongue deeply into Candice and licked ferociously. Candice grabbed Julia's hair, and wiggled her hips like she was on the dance floor. Julia pushed her thumb into Candice's slick opening, and fucked and sucked until her new girlfriend climaxed. They kissed and fondled and enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss.

The door opened and Max appeared -- he wasn't surprised that Candice and Julia were wrapped in each other's arms, in fact, he had deduced that it would be so; it was a logical conclusion, and everyone knew Max loved logic. He smiled and was glad that he was welcome.

Candice and Julia smiled back; Candice motioned for Max to come closer. He stood in front of her while she unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his pants. "Oh my," said Candice with a big goofy smile. She curled her fingers around his stiff thickness and stroked and tasted his excitement. She yanked his boxers to his knees -- with her right hand she stroked, with her left she fondled his balls; she loved the feeling of his loose shaft skin gliding over his thick rigid column.

Julia hopped off the bed and helped Max unbutton his shirt -- she kissed his strong shoulders, thick neck and muscular arms. Although Max had a sedentary profession, he was in remarkable shape -- he went to the gym three nights a week, ran 10 miles on the weekend, swam in the summer, played basketball with the guys in the winter; he was limber and nimble but remarkably strong.

Candice stood and helped Julia; the girls were temporarily satiated -- Max was the center of their attention. With her delicate fingers Candice traced lines around his well-defined pectorals and sucked his nipples -- they weren't soft and supple like Julia's but nevertheless responded and contracted into small hard pebbles. She ran her hands over his washboard stomach muscles, reached behind and grabbed his firm ass. Candice stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around Max's neck and kissed him as passionately as she had kissed Julia just moments ago.

Julia pulled back the bedspread, propped up the pillows and reclined on the left side of the king-size bed and pleasured herself; she toyed with her pussy and fondled her tits; they were big enough that she could lick her own nipples. Every nerve ending was as sensitive as a delicate flower. Prior to today she'd never made love to a woman and she had never watched a couple make love; this was the most sensual and erotic day of her life -- she already had two orgasms and expected the number to rise. But for now, she wasn't in a rush -- her eyes were transfixed on Candice and Max and she was content to pleasure herself to their rhythm.

Candice pushed Max to the bed and straddled him -- the pent up sexual tension snapped like a rubber band and exploded into a rage of passion. Candice held his face with her hands, caressed his strong chin, looked deeply into his eyes, and into his soul. Max stared infatuatedly, and kissed her as passionately as he ever had kissed.

Candice slid down, scratched his chest with her fingernails and traced along the thick trail of dark black hair starting at his belly button. She grabbed his big dick and licked from bottom to top, never averting her gaze from his. She ran her tongue around his bulbous head and smiled seductively. She bobbed up and down, and swallowed one third of his thick, veined cock -- she licked the underside of it, traced her tongue around his full engorgement -- Candice raised her eyebrows, licked her lips and smiled -- his nickname would forever be Max Wide. He sat forward, they embraced -- she ran her hands through his wavy dark hair.

Candice laid back and spread her legs -- Max dove in and sucked her pussy, considerably rougher than Julia had; it drove Candice crazy. His stubbly face scratched against her sensitive inner thighs; he licked and pushed his tongue into her opening. He circled her clitoris with his large thumb. Their hands connected and their fingers interlaced. They smiled contentedly, each knowing that this was the beginning of a relationship, one that would endure, but one that wouldn't stale -- Candice would ensure that.

Max kneeled between Candice's widespread legs and slowly pushed into her -- his hips gently thrust, their eyes were locked on one another. Max increased the pace; Candice momentarily held tenderly his face, stared deeply into his soul. But more pressing issues distracted her -- she wanted him, badly. She grabbed his ass and rubbed his shoulders. His pace increased and he thrust faster; they were caught in a vortex of desire, of need, of longing, of inevitability. Candice wrapped her legs around his waist and wriggled with delight.

He slowed down and savored the moment; he pushed his cock into her and then withdrew it completely; in one moment he teased and in the next he drove hard and deep, and then slowed again; the alternating intensity was incredible -- Max was multi-talented and surprised Candice with his abilities; he wasn't just another smart mind.

They rolled over, still connected -- Candice was now on top. She bounced on him, leaned back, rocked her hips and drove into him. Neither was aware of anything in the room; they were completely absorbed in one another -- they didn't hear Julia cheering them on, didn't hear her panting; didn't hear Julia grunt, "Fuck her... Max...Ooh..."

Max fondled Candice's small tits and rubbed her clit -- Candice was close, she bounced up and down and rubbed Max's chest; she wrapped her fingers around his neck and kissed him. Max met her down strokes with up strokes. They were as close as they could possibly be, physically, emotionally and spiritually. They were completely in sync and came together -- they kissed desperately; they held each other and shared an unspoken truth -- the wait was worth it.

The next day at the office Candice looked up from her computer screen and said, "Okay, just so you know, I have a thing for girls with long blonde hair." 

Max looked up and smiled, "Just so you know, that's fine with me."



Candice Loves Mickie's Fat Ass



Mickie James took a deep breath and then skipped up to her long-time idol Trish Stratus. She had just saved Trish from an attack by the evil Victoria and she was really hoping they would be friends.

"Hi, hi! I'm Mickie James. I'm RAW's newest diva. I just signed my contract last week. I'm so happy to be here, so nice to meet you." Mickie claimed, barely pausing for breath as she excitedly shook the hands of Ashley and most importantly Trish.

"Thanks a lot." Trish said.

"Yeah, you're welcome, you're welcome, oh my Gosh." Mickie said, so excited she couldn't contain herself.

"Mickie James... why do I know that name? Mickie James?" Trish frowned.

"Yeah, I'm like your biggest fan. I've written you like a gazillion times... I know you don't have time to write me back, it's ok, you're very busy, I mean you're the women's champion, I mean, you know, it's super nice to meet you, I idolise you, I love you Trish, I mean... I, I want to be just like you." Mickie blurted out almost in one breath, feeling embarrassed when she stopped.

She was about to leave when Trish asked, "Just like me huh?"

"Yeah, yes, absolutely." Mickie stammered, desperately trying to calm herself down, "And you know, maybe I could, I don't know, help you. I mean, Victoria has Candice and Torrie and you only have Ashley, so maybe together we could be like, Trish's Angels. You, you know... to fight Vince's Devils?"

There was a pause and then Trish said, "Walk with me?"

Mickie was a little confused on this, but did as she was told, following Trish and Ashley into the locker room. It was a pretty big arena but still Mickie was impressed that Trish had her own locker room. Then again Trish was a pretty big star and a champion to boot. So kind of made sense.

Once inside Trish turned Mickie and said, "You were in OVW, weren't you Mickie? And the independence before that?"

"Yes." Mickie nodded.

"Right, I remember now. I actually requested you. Well, not specifically you, but someone like you to be called up to the main roster. There are way too many models around here who think they can wrestle." Trish said, sounding a little critical considering her roots, "We need more real wrestlers around here. Alpha females who can keep the bitches in line, if you know what I mean."

"Yes Trish." Mickie smiled.

There was a pause and then Trish frowned, "You do know what I mean, don't you Mickie?"

"Yes." Mickie said again, before clarifying lustfully looking at Ashley, "I can't wait to butt fuck my first WWE eye candy diva."

"Good." Trish grinned, "But you can't have Ashley. She's my bitch. If you want to fuck her, you have to earn it."

"No problem, I'll totally earn it, whatever you say Trish, I'm your girl." Mickie blurted out, somewhat cringing at her last statement.

Trish seemed a little taken aback, but then she shrugged it off and turned to a locker, opened it up and took out the biggest dildo Mickie had ever seen. It was easily 12 inches long and almost 3 inches thick, Mickie's body practically quivering as she tried to imagine how anyone could take that monster up their ass.

"You see this? I want every inch of it stuffed into Candice Michelle's ass hole. That bitch has been mouthing off since she got traded to RAW and..." Trish closed her eyes and gritted her teeth momentarily, like she was trying to repress a memory, "You do that. You butt fuck that bitch with this dick and you can join us. We can hang out, talk about the business, ass fuck Ashley, and if I think you've got what it takes maybe I'll help you out with all the bull-shit which goes on around here. Maybe help you become champion one day. Would you like that?"

"YES, yes Trish." Mickie said excitedly as she took the scary looking strap-on from her idol, "I won't let you down."

"We'll see. Although to be fair I see no reason you should have a problem. Candice is still pretty new, and she's stupid, and clueless, and full of shit, and... you shouldn't have any problem with her. Just put her in her place right from the start. Make it clear you're the top and she's the bottom and you should be fine. Oh, and you should find her in the main divas locker room. She takes ages in the shower so her friends should already be gone but if anyone else other than them is there I expect you to follow through." Trish said, Mickie nodding along with her. Then there was a lot of silence and Trish added, "Go!"

"Oh, right, absolutely... erm, bye" Mickie stammered, rushing out and heading towards the main women's locker room.

As she passed random backstage personnel and superstars she wished she had brought her bag or asked Trish if she could hide the strap-on in something but amazingly nobody gave her a second look. Apparently the WWE was just like all the other promotions she'd been in, which kind of surprised her even though she had sort of been expecting it. Honestly though she was more worrying about psyching herself up to ass fuck another woman.

It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it, she did. Mickie had always loved women. They were so sexy and fun, way more so than men in her experience, hence why she pretty much considered herself to be a lesbian. But anal sex was kind of... weird and awkward. But as much as she loved women Mickie first love would always be wrestling, and seeing as how you have to be a top to be champ Mickie was willing to pound as much ass as she had too to reach the top. Besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't get a nice pussy licking out of it. And all the models she'd ass fuck seem to love it, and there was part of Mickie which loved to please.

So when she reached the women's locker room Mickie took a deep breath, told herself she was a strong dominant top, and walked in with as much swagger as she can muster. Mickie's heart skipped a beat when she was confronted with a completely naked Candice Michelle. The other woman was clearly debating what to wear, Mickie standing there are quickly staring at the brief moments before Candice turned and smiled at her.

"Hey here cutie... what's your name?" Candice asked cheerily, clearly not fazed by the dildo in Mickie's hand.

"M, Mickie. Mickie James." Mickie stammered, "I'm RAW's newest diva."

"Really?" Candice smiled, eyeing the strap-on, "And what do you want?"

"To fuck your ass." Mickie mumbled softly, honestly having to force the words out as she was nervous. That nervousness was quickly replaced by anger when Candice laughed, Mickie marching up to the model and sticking the dildo in her face just like Trish had done with her, "You see this? Every single inch of this dick is going right up your ass."

Candice just giggled again, "You are just the cutest little thing. Really. You're just adorable."

"I'm serious!" Mickie huffed.

"No, you're not." Candice said in a soft yet firm voice, "Not really. Believe me honey, I know your type... and I know exactly what you want."

Mickie frowned, "And what's that?"

Candice smirked, stepped forward so that the two divas were practically nose to nose and huskily told Mickie, "It's real simple... you want to get your big, fat ass fucked."

For a few seconds Mickie stared at Candice in disbelief and then she stammered, "N, no, I don't."

"Yes you do." Candice said, reaching round to grab two big handfuls of Mickie's meaty cheeks, "You want to get this big, fat ass crammed full of dick! Mmmmm, and it is a FAT little ass isn't it. Oh fuck, it looked big when I saw you spoil Victoria's fun, but these cheeks feel gigantic. Mmmmm God, they're going to feel so good jiggling against my thighs while I'm pounding that tight little virgin ass hole of yours. And it is virgin, isn't it Mickie? Of course it is. I can see it in your eyes. You're totally a closet bottom just begging for real top to butt fuck you."

"Hey!" Mickie exclaimed as her ass was grabbed, the curvy brunette just standing there in stunned silence for a few seconds as Candice fondled her butt before she finally took a swing at her.

Unfortunately Candice ducked and used Mickie's momentum against her, the wrestler not only finding herself being slammed face first against the lockers but having this model wrap herself around her from behind.

"Stay still!" Candice growled into Mickie's ear, her firm tone making the other brunette freeze, "Good girl. Now, here is what's going to happen. In a second I'm going to take that dildo you brought with you, strap it around my gorgeous waist and stuff every inch of it up your big fat ass. Don't worry, I'll go slow and use lots of lube. Maybe give your ass a little licking first. But I will fill your ass with cock so much you'll think you'll burst, then I'll slowly begin fucking you, nice and slowly, make sure I really stretch out this big, juicy butt. And then, when you're whimpering and begging for more I'm going to slam your fat ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week! Mmmmm, your ass is going to be so sore Mickie that you'll be walking funny for days and you won't care because every step will remind you of the mind-numbing orgasms I gave you. Oh that's right Mickie, I'm going to make you cum and cum and cum from butt sex. From me butt fucking you. From a puny model pounding your big fat wrestler's ass! Because the truth is Mickie all you wrestlers are just bottoms waiting to be butt fucked by models!"

That last comment woke Mickie up from her dumbfounded daze. Sort of.

She had become lost in imagining everything Candice was describing and to her shame Mickie was finding it incredibly arousing. In fact she had never been so horny, her pussy burning hot and yet soaking wet at the same time, her entire body lost to the fantasy of being butt fucked. It went against everything she had been taught but at that moment... Mickie really, really wanted to be fucked in the ass by another girl. And not just any girl, but a model, someone she was supposed to ass fuck and dominate.

Then Candice made her little comment and Mickie frowned in thought how that had to be wrong. That most of the wrestlers she knew where pure tops and would never even consider being ass fucked.

By the time Mickie realised Candice just said that to distract her the model had taken off her hands and panties, strapped on the dildo and was pulling down Mickie's short skirt and panties.

With the first two things Candice had done them quickly so she could move on to the real fun but with the last thing it was actually the opposite. She wanted to savour seeing Mickie's naked butt for the first time and she wasn't disappointed, Candice practically drooling as she slowly pulled down those skirt and panties to reveal one of the most glorious bubble butts she had ever seen. Maybe THE most glorious bubble butt she had ever seen, Candice feeling like it was love at first sight. Oh fuck, she had to destroy this juicy ass and leave Mickie's virgin hole a gaping crater.

After a few long moments of staring Candice grabbed onto those luscious cheeks, spread them wide and then fell in love with Mickie James's ass hole. It was just so tiny and tight, that oh so fuck-able little hole looking like it couldn't possibly open up for anyone or anything. However it would open for Candice. Candice would make sure of that.

First though she lent forward to give it a little kiss. Then a long lick, followed by another, and another, and another, Candice moaning softly as she became lost in lust for one of the best asses she had ever seen. Over and over again she licked the tiny hole, grinning widely as the little wrestler remain standing where she was, just allowing Candice to give her a thorough rim job. Of course models giving wrestlers rim jobs were a common humiliation. Or at least the wrestlers considered them humiliating.

For her part Candice loved the taste of ass and couldn't understand why some would be against licking an ass hole, especially if you're about to violate that ass hole with a strap-on dick. And really it was only her desire to stuff this big fat ass with strap-on dick which caused Candice to stop, otherwise she could have happily eaten out Mickie's big bottom all night long.

Mickie couldn't believe how good it felt. Sure, it wasn't quite as good as getting her pussy eaten, but considering the context it was the most perverted and exciting thing she'd ever felt. Of course she could never allow another woman to ass fuck her, especially not a puny model, but Mickie had to admit the idea of getting butt fucked on her first official day in the WWE was tempting and something she would be masturbating to for years to come. But if she wanted to be the WWE women's champion and earn the respect of her fellow wrestlers she couldn't allow such a humiliation as having her anal cherry taken by an eye candy diva.

The problem was Mickie just couldn't bring herself to put a stop to this. It felt too good. So she stayed where she was, her skirt and panties pooled around her ankles as another woman gave her an incredibly enthusiastic ass licking, Mickie moaned like a shameless whore the entire time. She even pushed her big booty back against the other brunette, effectively pushinh Candice's face deeper in between her meaty cheeks, a moan from the former diva search contestant telling Mickie that Candice approved of this action.

Candice also seemed to redouble her efforts rimming Mickie, both women completely lost any action until Candice pulled away slightly, stuck a finger in her mouth for a brief sucking and then slowly slipped it into Mickie's virgin ass hole. It was a tight squeeze, but Candice was determined, Mickie moaning joyfully as she felt something enter that tight orifice for the first time in her life. She wanted to protest, she really did, but it just felt so good.

"Wow Mickie, your ass is heaven." Candice moaned once her finger was up to the knuckle inside Mickie's butt, "I'm going to have soooooo much fun fucking it."

Naturally those words made Mickie flush with embarrassment, but all she could seemed to do was continue moaning in pleasure as Candice started thrusting in and out, officially beginning to give Mickie her first butt fucking. Or did it need to be some kind of cock? According to diva law it didn't count if it was just a finger, but Candice's finger felt far from insignificant as it was making Mickie feel a type of overwhelming pleasure she could have never imagined. It was like what she had felt with the rim job, but so much stronger, Mickie thinking she was going to literally lose her mind when Candice forced a second finger up her butt in continuing the rigourous anal stretching.

Once Mickie's virgin butt was nice and loosened Candice straightened up, sucked her fingers clean, and then covered her dildo thoroughly in the lubricant she had previously got out, grinning wickedly at the fact that Mickie stayed where she was throughout the process, eventually announcing to the other girl, "Now I'm going to bust your little anal cherry and make your big fat ass all mine!"

"Please don't." Mickie whimpered.

"So stop me." Candice challenged, grinning widely and advancing on her prey when Mickie said nothing.

Gripping her strap-on by the base with her right hand and spreading one of Mickie's ass cheeks with her left Candice couldn't resist sliding her cock up and down the other woman's butt crack, the model giggling with delight as the wrestler whimpered in response. Sensing she had all the time in the world Candice didn't rush, pressing her strap-on against Mickie's virgin ass hole several times only to go back to sliding the fake dick up and down the new diva's butt crack again. The first few times she did this Mickie tensed, expecting the worst. When it didn't happen Mickie started not reacting to it which was of course when Candice chose to strike, the model pressing her dildo against the other brunette's virgin butt hole with the same gentleness only then slamming forwards, taking the wrestler's anal cherry with one hard thrust.

As expected Mickie let out a loud scream of pain as she was robbed of her back door virginity, Candice allowing herself a moment to enjoy the thrill of anally violating someone who could easily kick her ass. Then Candice forced herself into concentrating on the present, fully expecting Mickie to wake up from the haze she had been under and lash out. Candice expected Mickie to try and hit her, try and get away, scream at her, something, but to her amazement Mickie just whimpered and lowered her head in surrender... the women's wrestler surrendering her ass hole to the 'eye candy' diva.

For a few seconds Candice just stood there with her mouth open in shock. Then she grinned wickedly. She'd never met a wrestler this submissive before, and she kind of liked it. In fact, looking down at her dick buried in between those big, meaty cheeks Candice thought she might be in love, if not with Mickie then with her perfect bubble butt.

Candice wasn't sure how long she spent just staring at Mickie's ass. She knew at some point she spread those juicy cheeks so she could get a better look at Mickie's formally virgin ass hole wrapped around her cock, Candice keeping those big fat cheeks spread when she finally started pushing inch after inch of dildo into the wrestler's bottom. Mickie whined, whimpered and made guttural noises but nothing coherent, the supposedly tough woman offering up no real resistance as Candice stuffed her rectum full of strap-on. Which made Candice briefly wonder whether Mickie had been lying about being a wrestler to try and save her own ass hole from being fucked. Then her thighs crashed against Mickie's ass cheeks, announcing she had buried every inch of her dick in the female wrestler's bowels, and it no longer really mattered. All that mattered was Candice had fully penetrated another woman's butt and now she was going to fuck it.

Mickie felt like she'd been impaled on a 18 foot telephone pole instead of an 8 inch strap-on. Not that the pain was as agonising as she had imagined it, just really, really weird and uncomfortable. Like she desperately needed to take a shit. At the same time it felt almost... right somehow. Like Candice's dick belonged in her ass, which was the weirdest feeling of all.

Then Candice started thrusting in and out of her formally virgin ass hole, officially beginning to fuck Mickie up the butt. She officially began ass fucking her. She began to sodomise her. Mickie was being sodomised by another woman. Her back hole was being used as a fuck hole for another woman's pleasure. And not just any woman, but a eye candy diva who was only employed to look pretty. She could easily kick her ass but here Mickie was bent over and taking this model's dick in her ass. And it felt good. Amazingly good.

From the very first thrust Mickie let out a long, loud moan of pleasure which caused her to blush furiously. It was bad enough she was taking it in the ass for a model, and now she was enjoying it? Mickie tried not to, tried to remind herself why this was wrong, why she should stop this, why it was so important that she be a top, but she kept getting distracted by the pleasure coming from her ass. Then what little pain remained was wiped out, Candice rearranging Mickie's bowels into the perfect fuck passage which gave both women overwhelming pleasure with every thrust.

At first Mickie desperately tried to grit her teeth, bite her lip, and grip onto the lockers in front of her until it was painful but it was no use. She'd never felt pleasure like this, the sodomy literally redefining Mickie's understanding of ecstasy. Finally she could take it no more and started thrusting back against Candice, timing it perfectly so that when the model thrust towards her she thrust back, Mickie impaling her own ass hole as deep and as hard as she could on Candice's cock.

Just as Mickie thought she was about to cum Candice pulled her strap-on completely out of her ass hole, smacked one of her meaty cheeks hard enough to make it jiggle and ordered, "On your knees Mickie."