Chapter 1

Candice POV

I wrapped my fingers around Bobby's dick. It was thick and hard, eager for tongue. I licked my lips and stroked his cock, before lowering my head to the swollen tip.

My phone rang. I sighed, reached for it on the coffee table, and saw it was Mom. "Fuck," I muttered, but Bobby just grinned. I sat up, pressed answer and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Mom," I said.

"I'm running late. The storm outside is really making the roads nasty and traffic is at a crawl," Mom shared with me.

I turned around and looked outside. "Hmm, I guess it is. I hadn't noticed." I winked at Bobby on the couch, whose pants were undone and cock wet from my saliva. I placed my hand over the phone and blew him a kiss. "Mom," I mouthed, before turning back to face the living room window.

"Well, I need you to start supper," Mom said. She waited for a moment. "You still there?" she asked when she was met with only silence.

"Yeah, I'm still here," I answered. I had heard her proclamation and at first thought nothing of it, until I remembered that Dad's boss was supposed to be dropping in. "Umm…mom, isn't this the night dad's boss is coming to dinner? Or did the storm change his mind?"

Mom sighed. "I wish, but no it didn't and yes it is. But before you freak out, you don't have to cook a lot. I'm sure Mister Tarnish will understand why there isn't a seven course meal laid out in front of him."

My jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? He's still coming over and you want me to cook for him? The man that can either make or break daddy's career and..."

"Candice, stop. Take a deep breath. You're twenty-one years old and you can cook a steak if you put your mind to it. Set the timer for God's sake, and you don't even need to start them until he pulls into the drive. There's a box of Pasta that you can cook up, toss in the seasonings that come along with it, and some mayonnaise. Also, there is a bag of mixed vegetables in the freezer and some bread too. Follow the directions and you'll have everything piping hot when he walks in the door. If your dad and I aren't there yet, eat without us."

I sighed in frustration. I hated the idea of cooking dinner, but also knew the meal, even a mediocre one was necessary. Her voice had sounded too determined.

"What time?" I asked her, as I leaned back over the cock I'd been sucking. My fingers played with the head, but my heart just wasn't in it any more.

"You know what, he knows we're running late. Your dad talks about him enough, I feel as if I know him. He'll understand and will most likely offer to help. Just stick him in the living room with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other."

I chuckled. "I'll take care of it and promise not to burn the steaks, but you guys owe me! You know I suck in the kitchen," I said, before closing the phone and returning to the dick in front of me.

I wrapped my fingers around Bobby's shaft again. It was thick and hard, eager for tongue. I licked my lips and stroked his rod, before lowering my head to the swollen tip.

"What was that about?" Bobby asked. His hands reached out and stroked my hair, before gathering a large fistful and lifting me from his dick. He then took my hand and moved it from his cock and held it himself. He rubbed the mushroom top across my lips while I spoke.

"Mom and Dad are running late; guess the rain is coming down hard. I hadn't noticed," I admitted before I licked at the cock rubbing across my mouth. "I need to fix supper," I said before grabbing it with my mouth and holding it between my lips. I sucked hard, and Bobby groaned in appreciation. He pushed my head down, and I willingly swallowed the length.

"Nice," he said before lifting me back up and then pushing me back down. He used my mouth for several torturous strokes until pulling me back up to the tip. "So we have some time to kill, maybe a quick fuck before I leave?"

I chuckled. "No time for that now," I told him. "Besides cooking for the boss, I need to get a shower and prep the house." I pushed his hand from my hair and began to take charge of the game we had been playing before my mother interrupted us. I alternated between sucking him in deep and only playing with the head. My hand stroked and twisted his member until he was thrusting hard into my face.

"Fuck yeah, Candice," Bobby grunted, as he felt his ball sack tightening and his testicles retreating upward against the base of his sex. He pushed as deep as he could into my eager mouth and shot his thick and heavy load into my throat. The loud groan of release seemed to bounce around the room and echo down the hall.

My pussy pulsated as I swallowed Bobby's cream. It was my third blow job that week, and the money I was going to pocket would help pay for a new purse I'd seen in the display window of Monroe & Sons. It was a beautiful red purse, with a price tag of $300.00, and I only had a couple more cocks to suck, and it would be mine. I knew if I fucked him, I'd make up the difference, but there really wasn't enough time to properly send him off. He'd be disappointed, but I'd pencil him for later on in the week.

I popped off Bobby's dick, licked the sticky fluids that had coated my lips, and smiled. My hand instantly went out, and Bobby laughed. He sat up, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet. His dick, soft and sedated from the blow jobs, hung limp. He pulled out a fifty and handed it to me.

"Sorry, I don't have change," I said with a wink. I took the fifty and slid it into the front pocket of my short denim skirt. I never had change. The first time I had sucked cock was the eve of my boyfriend's birthday, I'd been nineteen, and he had been twenty.

He had asked me to suck him off since I wasn't willing to fuck him; I had jokingly said I would for a dollar. He had jumped at the chance, and I had laughed at him. He, however, called my bluff and began offering me more money. It wasn't until he hit the twenty-dollar mark that my eyes took on a hint of greed. He had noted it and handed me a fifty. The first twenty-five was for the use of my mouth, and the second was so he could cover my face with cum, instead of having me spit or swallow.

When I agreed to it, I hadn't really thought much of it. We'd been dating and had done some heavy petting, but that was all. I'd rubbed his cock through his jeans, and he'd had his hand up my skirt and fingered me to orgasm. But I'd not yet given him head. He wasn't pushy, never had been, so I was willing to suck him off, but to make money off of it, that seemed even better. Later, as our relationship progressed, we did fuck, and I did it without turning a profit. I wasn't ready to be a whore, just a cum-slut, I told myself.

Two years later, I was more than willingly sucking off my friends and my friends' friends for some fast change. A quick fuck, though, that was something else entirely. I had to set out a block of time, devote all of myself to it, and I had to separate myself from the event.

I was known by many in my circle as the "cum sucker" of Chicago, not the "backstreet alley girl". Sometimes it bothered me, but for the most part I didn't mind. I'd tell myself it was just cock, pocket my twenty-five bucks for each job, a hundred here and there when the mood suits me, and be on my way. I liked cock and I wasn't screwing all of them. Besides, I wasn't hurting anyone, and before giving head, I thoroughly examined a dick for any signs of sexual disease, and all my fuck partners wore condoms.

Bobby stood up, put his dick back in his pants, and zipped his slacks. I rose and turned away to look for my blouse. Since he hadn't had anything smaller than a fifty, I'd allowed him not only to cum in my mouth, but to cum on my tits as well. I hadn't wanted my silk blouse or my very expensive bra ruined.

"I'd pay to fuck you," Bobby said.

I laughed. "And I might have let ya," I said, as I began to put my bra back on. "But mom and dad are countin' on me, and since I live here for free, I best not let them down," I told him. I saw Bobby's eyes widen and then brighten. "What?" I asked.

"You have company."

I looked in the same direction Bobby was and went paled.

In front of the window, protected from the storm by the screened-in porch, stood a man in a black trench coat. "Fuck," I hissed and spun away.

"Who the fuck is it?" Bobby asked. "He's pretty old, are you sucking Professors too?" His grin was huge as he imagined the college girl giving head and making As. "Or maybe you're considering just charging so much only the old guys can afford you," he said with a wink and a lopsided grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Get your shoes and coat. He's probably Mom and Dad's dinner guest. Holy fuck," I muttered as I turned to gaze back at the gentleman, who looked humored and curious as to my state of dress. I quickly finished buttoning up my blouse and grabbed Bobby's arm. I pulled him along with me, pausing in the hall to grab his coat and shove it into his hands. I reached the door and pulled it open, just as Bobby was slipping on his shoes.

"He was just leaving," I said, as I ushered the young man from the house.

Bobby shivered at the sudden change in temperature, but said nothing as he passed the stranger. He tucked his head into his chest and tried to protect himself from the falling rain. He hurried down the steps, across the yard, and out to his truck. I spared a quick glance at Bobby's retreating form and rolled my eyes before turning to look at the man before me.

"Mister Tarnish?" I asked, though I knew the question was rhetorical.

"Yes," the man said, with a smirk on his face. "Your father called a short time ago, told me that he and your mom would be late," he nodded back to the living room, "I take it that was the boyfriend?"

I chuckled, and then blushed. "Um, sure," I said. "Come on in and I'll take your coat."

Ben stepped inside and took a quick glance around the foyer of the farm house. It was a nice dwelling, but showed signs of age and decay. He chuckled softly to himself as he moved to take off his coat.

I eyed him cautiously as he looked around our house. His laughter, though soft, had been heard, and I knew he was laughing at our home. My eyes grew narrower and my jaw tightened.

"I'll take your coat, and there is a towel for your shoes if you want to wipe the rain and mud off."

"I'll just take them off, no big deal," Ben said, interrupting me. He handed me the coat and slipped off his shoes. His gaze shifted from my face to my chest and back again. "You have a little," he reached out and watched me angle my head back. He dropped his hand. "You have some cum on your chin," he said with a straight face.

My eyes widened. I reached up and scrubbed my chin with my fingers. Ben chuckled, turned away, and walked down the hall. I watched him leave and followed after him, stopping only to hang up his coat and drop his shoes on the floor inside the closet.

Ben stood in the living room taking stock of his surroundings. He noticed the worn furniture, the torn carpet and the scratched coffee table. There were family heirlooms here and there, and a handmade quilt lay on the back of the couch. He smirked.

"If you follow me, I'll show you the house. You're a lot earlier than I was expecting. Mom thought you'd be here around five," I said, interrupting his thoughts. I looked up at him, noting he was several inches taller than me and broader in the shoulders than my father. He wasn't old, like Bobby had suggested. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. My parents were old. They were in their fifties. Ben Tarnish looked pretty damn hot no matter what his age.

Ben stood there, allowing me time to drink him in. When he saw me blush, he knew I'd been caught staring at him. He watched my eyes lower to the floor in embarrassment.

"I finished up an errand I had and assumed it would be okay to head out early, given the storm. I take it you're in charge of dinner tonight?" he asked.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, don't worry. I can cook, if I have to. I just don't like doing it. You won't leave hungry, but it won't be a five-star meal either," I confessed.

"I'm sure I won't leave hungry," Ben said. His eyes raked down my body, pausing at my breasts and crotch.

I shifted nervously on my feet. "Is there anything I can get you to drink, Mister Tarnish?" I asked. I tried to ignore the heated stare that seemed to undress me with a swiftness unlike any boy I'd ever dated or been paid to suck or fuck. I'd seen lust in a man's eyes before, but this was different. It was almost predatory.

"You can call me Ben, and I don't need anything right now, thank you."

I smiled nervously. "Okay, a tour then," I said, and walked him around the house, showing him where various rooms were. During the tour, I knew his eyes were focused on the sway of my hips, not the décor of the house. When we returned to the living room, I again offered him a drink.

"What's upstairs?" he asked, ignoring my offer.

I looked to the closed door. "Just my room, another bedroom, and a shared bathroom for me and for guests."

"Ah, I see. Why don't I help you get started with supper?" Ben offered.

"Mom said the food won't take too long, and she's right. It's pretty simple. I was going to shower and..."

Ben winked. "Probably a good idea - with your boyfriend having been here."

I blushed. "He's not my boyfriend," I admitted. "Just…a friend."

"So you and..."

"Bobby," I said, answering his unspoken question.

He grinned. "You and Bobby haven't taken it to the next level, or did I just arrive too soon?"

I chewed on my lower lip and glanced around nervously. "It really isn't any of your business, is it?" I asked.

I noticed Ben's raised brow and stern expression as his lips grew flat against his face. I paled slightly, suddenly remembering who I was talking to. "I'm sorry, you're my dad's boss, and I guess you, well, you intimidate me. Bobby and I haven't had sex. It was his birthday, and I figured, " Why not?" I lied. "I've sucked cock before, so I figured for him, it was a fun gift. You aren't going to say anything to my parents, are you?"

I had no clue why I had suddenly launched into an explanation for my actions. But I had. I wondered if it was like this for everyone where my father worked. This man walks in, and everyone seems to cower to his needs.

Ben shook his head. "No, I don't see where it is my place, and you're right, it isn't my business. I was curious, that's all. So you're still a virgin, or do you and your parents have an understanding? A don't ask, don't tell policy?"

"Um, yeah, right. Mom and Dad would kick my ass out if they even thought I was having sex, let alone giving head," I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Look, this is all fun, me standing here revealing all my dirty little secrets, but really, it isn't any of your business if I'm a virgin or not. So if you don't mind, I'm going to go shower; the television remote is on the coffee table," I said before turning to leave.

Ben's voice interrupted the silence. "Do you know why I'm here?"