My Sugar Candy

The room was filled with the soft slurping sounds of the blowjob she was giving him, his cock wet and glistening with her saliva.

Angela looked up at him every now and then, her almond eyes sparkling as she sucked his dick, clearly enjoying what she was doing.

After a few minutes of this most blissful torture, she slipped her mouth from his cock, wrapping her hand around it and pumping it firmly and slowly as she spoke, a seductive smile on her lips.

"I could make you cum like this, Daddy, but I'll save that for next time," she said, looking up at him, her lips shiny with her spit. "Right now, I want to feel this big, hard cock of yours in my tight little pussy!" she said, her eyes sparkling.

Then she dove back down onto his cock again, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft a couple of times before letting it go and standing up in front of him.

She looked him in the eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down over her hips and thighs, letting them fall around her feet and giving him his first good unobstructed look at her pussy.

Her pubic hair was thick and lush, neatly trimmed into a narrow landing strip that stopped right above her slit. Much to his delight he saw that her pussy lips were shaven smooth, and he could smell her musk.

She ran her hand down her stomach to her mound, rubbing it firmly as she stood in front of him. He looked up at her and saw the look of pure lust in her eyes, and he instinctively knew he was in for something special.

Angela looked down at him for another moment before she stepped out of the panties and then stepped forward, straddling him again, her big, heavy tits swaying with her movements.

She put her hands on his shoulders for support as she got into position, then kept one hand on his shoulder as she reached down with the other to grab his cock and point it up at her pussy.

Her eyes hooded and her breath coming faster at the thought of what was about to happen, she rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her wet and slippery outer lips a few times before she placed it at the opening to her pussy and sat down, taking the head of his cock inside her easily.

"Ohhhhhhh, my God, that feels so fucking good!" she moaned as she sat down on his cock, taking nearly all of it inside her tight, wet pussy in one motion.

"Stella."

"I want you to—"

"Stella!" I snapped my romance book shut, immediately hiding it underneath my pillow that I had been reading as my best friend Lyra called out to me.

"Why is your face so red?" she questioned, glancing at me with a mischievous grin.

"N-nothing," I stammered, knowing I was completely caught off guard, and the heat in my cheeks betrayed my secret.

"Anyway," She continued to look at me skeptically before speaking. "Let's go party!" Lyra suggested excitedly, her blue eyes popping brightly and her blonde hair swaying.

"Why would we go party?" I asked, trying to comprehend the sudden burst of excitement.

"To have fun, of course!" she spoke excitedly once more, making me roll my eyes in annoyance.

"No!" I immediately objected, my default response kicking in. "There's no reason to go partying."

"Stop being ridiculous!" She spoke throwing me a skimpy red dress my way with a pair of black stilettos. "We're going to have fun and forget about the nonexistent job relationship

"Being a virgin at twenty-two is a good thing, Lyra! My future husband will be proud of me!" I argued back.

"I'm tired of being cooped up in this hell hole Stella, and I hear that club ecstacy host some super rich men."

"My answer is still no, you need to keep your hormones in check." I scolded her.

"And you need to stop reading those romance novels and actually experience love for once, it won't come cooped up in this cage, I've heard so many cases of women finding love at the club." she advised.

I contemplated her words, love at the club? Did persons truly go to the club for love? And what kind of men went to the club?

"Is this true?  Or it is just one of your made up stories?" I looked at her curiously.

"It's true." She shook her head.

"Well.........I'm still not going." I told her, my conviction sounding pathetic.

Upon going back and forth with Lyra for the next half an hour and being convinced, I finally gave in. Lyra decided to take me to a new club called 'club ecstasy'. Half an hour later we were standing outside the club, the music blaring hard.

My outfit accentuated every curve of my body, fitting me like a second skin. It was really short and showed off a lot of my boobs thanks to a daring slit in the front that I had to constantly tug down. I wore my long, dark hair in a ponytail. Lyra took care to apply sultry, seductive makeup that complemented my light brown eyes.

"Stop fussing! You look great." Lyra hissed.

I hesitated at the entrance of the club, the pulsating bass from within thumping against my chest. Lyra, grabbed my hand, excitement radiating from her.

"Come on, Stella! It's time to let loose!" Lyra exclaimed, pulling me past the bouncer and into the vibrant chaos of the club.

Inside, the atmosphere was a storm of flashing lights and rhythmic beats. I felt a mix of apprehension and curiosity as I followed Lyra to the bar. The scent of alcohol hung in the air, and the chatter of the crowd blended into an indistinct hum.

Lyra ordered two drinks, passing one to me with an encouraging smile. "Cheers to tonight!" she proclaimed, clinking her glass against mine. I took a tentative sip, the bitter taste sending a shiver down my spine.

As the night progressed, the liquid courage worked its magic, and I found myself swaying to the music. The dance floor beckoned, and Lyra didn't need much convincing to lead us there.

With each movement, I felt the rhythm consume me, inhibitions gradually fading away. The pulsating lights and thumping music synchronized with the adrenaline rushing through my veins. I danced with newfound freedom, surrounded by a sea of bodies.

Amidst the crowd, my eyes were captivated by a mysterious figure on the upper level—a strikingly handsome man, his features chiseled like a sculptor's masterpiece.

His intense gaze met mine, creating a magnetic connection that compelled me to glide toward the dance floor, drawn in by both the allure of the night and the undeniable charisma of this captivating stranger.

Embracing the intoxicating energy, I moved sensuously to the beat, feeling the gaze of the mysterious man intensify. The music became a hypnotic backdrop as I lost myself in the rhythm, the world around me blurring into a hazy spectacle.

The handsome man descended the stairs, drawn by my uninhibited dance. He approached with a confident stride, captivated by my carefree spirit. A few women approached him, but he paid them no mind.

I, now fully immersed in the music forgetting all about being a virgin as I was completely intoxicated, locked eyes with the silver eyes man again, a playful smirk spreading across my face.

Gathering my courage I looked back at the man, meeting his eyes. Smoldering. My heart dropped in my chest. This would be the one.

He nodded slightly as he approached, his magnetic presence pulling me in. His strong arms encircled my waist, drawing my hips towards him. A calming aroma enveloped me, and in that moment, it felt as if I could get lost in his arms forever, the world around us fading away into a surreal dance of connection.

"What's your name beautiful?" His voice whispered in my ear.

"Stella," I breathed.

"Well, Stella, why don't we go somewhere private to get to know each other?" His words, a soft murmur against my ear.

"Where do you have in mind?" I giggled, completely captivated, as he took my hand and led me up to the second floor, effortlessly passing through the vigilant presence of bodyguards.

His hands rested against the small of my back. I took in his smell - calming, aromatic and masculine. The moment we were inside the private room, we both attacked each other, kissing greedily. Our movements became continually more carnal, his hands moving up the back of my shirt.

I could feel his breath hot against my neck and his teeth at my ear as he whispered: "I want you, stranger." Our lips met ravenously. His tongue rubbed tantalizingly against mine as I wound my fingers in his hair and ground my hips against his thigh.

Not a moment later our clothes began shedding, I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his smooth chest as he trapped my lip in his teeth as my hand found his cock, firm. My breath caught in my throat.

I was far gone, as I could feel his electric touch on my skin. His muscles moved fluidly underneath it as his arms encircled me and carried me to the bed.

I pressed my bare breasts against his chest. His hands slid up from my waist to cover them, kneading firmly, and flicking my nipples as his tongue darted in my ear. Pushing him back, I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock towards the tip, slowly taking it between my lips.

Despite being a virgin and highly intoxicated, I knew precisely what to do given that I had read so many romance novels.

I bobbed my head up and down on his enormous cock, letting my saliva flow down the sides of his cock. I enjoyed the increasing force of his breathing and deafening groans.

Soon, the man forced me onto the bed and grabbed my breast with his teeth, pulling off my underwear. He spread my legs apart and planted a kiss on my inner thighs.

I could feel the moisture seeping from within and gleaming on my lips. He gave my clit a gentle lick before slowly sucking them into his lips, avoiding my clit and making me feel extremely lustful.

Suddenly he moved his mouth over my clit, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. I curled my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I ground my hips against his face.

My back arched away from the bed as he moved a finger inside. I could feel the pleasure building and spreading – causing my breathing to shorten and my muscles to tense.

"Fucking take my virginity." I breathed in, wanting my virginity to be taken by him.

"Y-you're a virgin?" he asked, pulling away from me with disbelieving eyes. I laughed as he asked.

"Yes! Take me now!" Reluctantly, he gave in as I drew him closer to me and continued kissing.

Licking the sweet clear fluid from his lips. Our tongues twined as he entered me in a single, firm thrust, knocking the breath from my chest for a moment.

I gazed into his silver eyes while he moved in my pussy, his cock massaging me from the inside. I pushed my hips up to meet each of his thrusts, wrapping my legs around his back, the heat still growing inside.

He rolled me on my stomach, and I rose to my knees as he entered from behind, his long smooth thrusts bringing me to new heights of ecstasy.

His hands massaged my ass, trailed to linger at my waist, and then moved to my shoulders, which he pushed firmly into the bed.

One hand came up to tease my clit as he fucked me; his sweat dripped onto my back. Our grunts and moans filled the bedroom with a sexual cacophony - this was the release I'd been looking for. My first ever sex and I loved it.

My thighs started to quiver as my orgasm intensified. My pussy knotted around his cock, blurring my vision.

My fingers pressed into the sheets, my breath caught in my throat, and waves of bliss surged out from my core, down my chest, and along my limbs. As he thrusted into me, I could also feel his cock quiver inside of me.

He then pulled out, slumping next to me, his frantic breathing mirroring mine as the warm fluid slowly started to trickle out of me.

I had officially lost my virginity to a complete stranger.........for now.