Thursday, January 24, 2013

Candy Bait - Part One

I've been posting so many stories from other people that I haven't written one myself in quite a while now. This is a short one, I promise! Just Part One and Part Two. Let me know what you think!

Her name was Candace Apples, and she was sitting at the bar by herself that night, absently tapping her pink fingernails. There weren’t very many single men out tonight, mostly couples. Everytime a couple came in, she smiled at the man and winked. The man smiled back - he couldn't help himself - and the wife or girlfriend shot a dirty look. Candace didn’t mind. She liked the attention.

Finally, a young guy – maybe a college student by the looks of him – took the seat beside her.

“Um,” he swallowed. “M-mind if I buy you a drink?”

She giggled and twirled her blonde hair. “Sure!”

“Really? My… my buddies back there, they dared me to come up here and talk to you! T-they made a bet that I couldn’t do it!”

“Well, I’d say you won your bet!” She smiled wide and traced a finger along his hand. “You’re cute.”

“Wow! I mean, uh, like what’s your name?”

“Candace,” she said, blowing a bubble and popping it. “My friends call me Candy.”

“The way you were sitting here… I figured you was waiting for someone.”

She giggled. “Oh, just anyone who comes along!”

“Cool, cool…” The boy breathed heavy, pacing himself. “So, uh, what do you do, er, Candace?”

They chatted for a while, small talk. Candy was good at that, small talk. When she asked him to come outside, he could not believe his luck. She led him to the alley behind the bar, holding his hand and chewing her gum. The poor fuck looked like he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Wow, you’re amazing, Candy!” he said. “You… uh, say, why are you giggling? What’s so funny?”

It was true, she hadn’t stopped giggling to herself since they'd left.

“Oh, it’s just that you’re in for a big, big surprise!”

The kid smiled. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

Coming up quickly behind him, I clasped my dirty hand around his mouth and slit his throat with one quick motion.

“Wheeee!” Candace jumped with joy, clapping her pretty little hands.

The kid fell to his knees, hacking, clutching at his throat. The blood pooled around him. I stepped over and stomped on his face, attempting to put him out of his misery.

“Again!” she cheered.

Again I stomped on it, and Candace just cheered louder. All the times I’ve been doing this, just seeing that bloodlust in her eyes gets me harder than a rhino. By this point she was running her hands up and down her large, round fleshy breasts. “Oooh… please do it again!” she pleaded.

I stomped on the poor fucker’s face one more time. She could hear the bones crunching, and I swear she had an orgasm. In another moment she had me in her embrace, pushing her soft breasts against my chest, pulling my cock out of my pants and shoving it into her. “Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you…” she moaned, over and over again.

After I came inside her, she staggered backwards, dizzy. “Oh my God!” she swooned, my messy cum leaking down her thighs. “You should have heard the romantic stuff he was saying, I think he really liked me! C’mon, I want to do it again! Please, please, please?”

Seeing her pout like a little girl who wants a pony for Christmas got me all hard again. Before Candace, the most I’d ever had sex was three times in one day, and I felt like I was Superman. With Candace, I lose track. Since we’ve been together, I think the fewest we’ve been done it has been six times. On a good day, at least ten. Just when I think I’m spent and I can’t possibly go again, she gets some wicked, sadistic idea and a gleam in her eyes and I’m rock hard again. Honestly, I don’t know how long I can go on like this. I’m an old man, for Chrissakes. Old enough to be her father, maybe even her grandfather.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Where should we go next?”

We decided on the damsel in distress routine this time, a favorite of hers. I pretend to rape her and we wait for some knight in shining armor to try and stop me.

“Help! Help!” she pleaded, once in the middle of Central Park. “Someone please, help!”

“What’s going on over there?”

Tee-hee! She giggled, as some huge, tough guy ran over toward us.

“Whatchoo doing, tough guy?” he sneered. “You picking on ladies, huh? Try me on for size!”

Wow, this guy was reading for a fight, all right.

I stabbed at him, but missed! That made him angry, and he came after me swinging his fists. I got him good with a blade along the artery. Blood sprayed all across Candace’s chest.

“Kill him!” she swooned. “Oh, kill him!”

Thing is, the bastard thought she was yelling at him to kill me. He’s so dense, he still didn’t realize it’s a set-up. He swung at me with his good arm and knocked me down good.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled.

She’d like it, too. I know she would. She likes death of any stripe. If one of my victims turned the tables and killed me, she’d be orgasmic, no question. That’s a big part of what makes her so unbelievably fucking hot. Hearing her scream for death practically makes me cum in my pants.

He cracked me hard in the head. My knife went flying away. He grinned at me. “First I’m gonna kill your ass,” he informed me. “Then I’m gonna fuck this whore. What do you think of that?”

I looked at Candace. She was rubbing herself vigorously. No sympathy from her.

“Go ahead,” I told him.

He reached for the knife, but as soon as he did so, I pulled out the one I keep up my sleeve and stabbed him in the gut. His eyes went wide and blood dribbled out of his mouth. I stabbed him again. And again. God, he was huge! I couldn’t tell if I was getting organs or just fat.

Finally, I was able to roll him off of me. I still couldn’t tell if I got anything vital or not. He lay bleeding like a stuck pig. “You fucking asshole!” he managed. “You fucking asshole…”

I stood up, covered in his blood. He watched us, breathing slow. I knew he’d be dead before long.

Candace came over and immediately got down on her knees and began sucking on my cock. Oh, fuck yes. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into me. She loves that. She can take it down all the way.

The man was watching us and he was crying. “Help me…” he blubbered.

I felt sorry for the guy, I did. He didn’t deserve to be killed. Candace heard him begging, I know she did, and she started giggling, which is hard to do with a mouth full of cock. She giggled so hard that at the same time I came in her mouth, she burst out laughing. My cum came flying out.

“Come on!” she said, wiping at her mouth, “Let's go home!” be continued!


  1. I really like her! She's hot! I'd like to see more stories with her. :D

  2. definitely hot Candy! i love your betrayal stories!


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