Chapter 3

Candice POV

I spun away and hurried upstairs to my room. Once inside, I closed and locked the door. My heart was racing; my head pounded, and my stomach was doing somersaults. My panties were soaked; there was no doubt about that. The blow job had been rough and nasty, but in a good way. I loved sucking cock, and having a man shoving his down my windpipe had been something I wanted to experience again and again. But fucking my dad's boss was out of the question, wasn't it?

I pushed away from my bedroom door and walked across the room. My clothes were tossed aside as I stepped into the shared bathroom. The door to the guest room was closed. I wondered if Ben would be using it over the weekend. My skin grew crimson as I imagined him coming to my bedroom and fucking me. A shudder of excitement forced my whole body to shake. I took a deep breath and quickly began to prepare myself for a shower.

As the water began to fall in sheets behind the curtain, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was covered in his seed. I licked my lips, tasting his fluids, now dry and scratchy. I rubbed the dried strips of juice with my fingers. Bits of semen fell from my skin, disappearing into the air around me. I shivered again as I remembered the feel of my hair in his fist and the force of his cock slamming into my throat. My pussy swells with desire.

I stepped behind the curtain and began to wash the evidence of his release from my freckled features. As the water rinsed away the bubbles, I reached down and began to rub my pussy with two of my fingers. I closed my eyes and kept them closed as I masturbated in the shower. Whenever my thoughts turned to having sex with Ben, I would push the apprehension away and try to recapture the feeling of his cock down my throat and his cum littering my face.

The pent-up arousal of sucking off Bobby, followed by the manly force of Ben using my face like I was a professional slut, added fuel to my burning fire. I shoved three fingers into my sex, steadied myself against the shower wall with my other hand, and rode the ride. Faster and harder, I plunged my fingers into my pussy. The ridged flesh gave way to a smoother, softer texture. The muscles of my hole tightened around my invading digits. Soon, I was bucking against my wrist and forearm as I buried my hand into my round opening.

A low, hungry, drawn-out grunt of release was the only sound I made as my fluids cascaded down my fingers, over my palm, and along my wrist. I felt pins and needles pricking my skin as different sparks of light flashed behind my clenched lids. I rode the wave of release as the water flowed over me. Eventually, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I stopped my actions and shut off the water.

"Yeah?" I asked in a questioning voice.

The door opened; I peeked around the edge of the shower curtain. Ben stood just inside the doorway of the guest bedroom and the bathroom. "You forgot to lock the guest bedroom door," he said with a sparkle in his eye. He held a cell phone, unfamiliar to me.

"Your dad just called. He just got off the phone with your mom. She'll be home in about 20 minutes, and he's actually making better time than he thought, so he'll be here - probably in an hour."

"Oh," I said, with both trepidation and desire lurking in my gaze.

"Did you come?"

His question caught me off guard. I lowered my head and blushed.

"I take that as a yes," he said. "Dry yourself off, except for your cunt. I'll take care of that."

My eyes grew wide in their sockets. Ben closed the door, walked into the room, and exited through the other door that led to my bedroom.

I stared at the door, imagining him walking around my room, taking in the feminine teenage articles of my youth. My graduation cap and tassel hung on a hook just above my mirror. There were some trinkets recently purchased with my cum money lying on my dresser, along with my calendar. I blanched at the notion of him going through my appointment book. I doubled my efforts to dry myself off on time, making sure not to touch my pussy with the towel, per his final instructions.

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Earlier, when Ben had first walked away from me, tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up, he managed to find his way around the kitchen as well as discover the fixings necessary for a quick meal. When he had heard the stories about a quick come on campus, his ears had perked up. He was sitting at one of the clubs that he was a member of and enjoying a glass of wine, reading the paper, when a couple of young boys sitting a few feet away from him happened to get a little more vocal in their gossiping.

Ben, never one to pass up a good tale, had feigned interest in his paper and had instead turned his attention to the group of young gentlemen. He learned about a girl named Candice and how, for a measly twenty-five bucks, a guy could "blow his load". Another piped in that for fifty she'd let you fondle her tits and cover them in cum. Only one mentioned forking over a hundred to fuck her, and that he'd offered three times as much to go bareback, but she'd turned him down.

He had cornered one of the boys before leaving the club and openly expressed his interest in the girl. The young man swore to keep Ben's questions a secret, for a price, and had, in so doing, revealed to Ben that the girl's name was Candice Williams. She supposedly loved cock and loved cum, so she was making the rounds to those whose morals were slightly clouded.

The last name had bothered Ben, not because it was someone he knew well, but because it was a name that had crossed his desk several times over the last few weeks. Rick Williams was a nobody in his finance company, but lately he'd been offering up proposals and bringing in a few more clients that would, over time, increase Ben's wealth. He filed away the information until he learned more about the Williams family.

With the help of his good friend and business partner, Jon, Ben learned that Rick was married and he and his wife had one daughter, Candice. Candice was a Junior enrolled at their local college, and because she lived within a 50-mile radius of the campus, she'd been able to live at home. Tuition costs were still high. Both her parents had loans out on their cars, and their mortgage, though not steep, was not inexpensive either. They were making ends meet, but struggling to do so. Candice and her parents were also responsible for the financial aid that would have to be repaid after Candice graduated.

The young woman appeared to be smart. He'd made a few calls and discovered she was an average student who was hoping to find a career in the medical field, most likely as an RN. He noticed a few general courses in finance, but nothing that spoke to him that she was pursuing a career in managing money. From the looks of her parents' downtrodden life and the clothes that Candice was sporting, she was content with spending the money she made as quickly as she made it.

Ben put a pot of water on the stove to boil and walked back into the living room. He heard my bathwater overhead and imagined me naked under the steaming liquid. His cock jerked. He looked at my picture, one in my cap and gown framed and resting on a curio shelf. Beside it was a picture of Rick and Renee. He remembered Rick's expression when Ben had shaken his hand and asked him to consider taking a different position with the company. Ben really didn't mind giving the man a higher spot on the totem pole. It would benefit everyone, but he also had other plans that were taking shape.

He and Jon had spoken candidly several weeks back about offering young women to some of their more notable clients. Neither man wanted whores; they wanted girls that didn't have much more than an inkling of smarts and a set of greedy palms. Candice, he suspected, was smarter than what either man wanted, but she was definitely greedy. They could work around the brain if necessary. Already, the girl showed signs of submission; after all, she'd blushed, lowered her head, and confessed to her side job without yelling or cursing him for questioning her innocence.

Before heading upstairs to fulfill the promise he'd made to me, his cell phone vibrated against his hip. He recognized Rick's number and answered the call. A brief conversation revealed that Rick would be home earlier than expected, as would Renee. Ben checked on the water, added the pasta, and began to preheat the oven before heading upstairs to make good on his word.

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When the door to the bathroom opened, I faced him and felt his gaze rake over my thick red hair, now darker because of the dampness that still clung to the thick locks. The towel was green and long. It covered my full-figured body. I leaned against the door frame and studied him.

Ben cocked his head to one side. "You've given head and fucked a few kids, but has a man ever eaten you out?"

I almost fell over. My jaw grew slack as I stared at him.

Ben smirked. "Take off the towel and crawl on the bed."

My lower lip trembled. "But I thought mom and dad, I mean, do we have time?"

He grinned. "Lie down and let me worry about the time."

I walked over to the bed, slowly peeled off the towel, and let it fall to the floor.

"Very nice," Ben said as he walked over. He pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and waited for me to center myself on the bed. "Nice, Candice, very nice."

"What?" I asked sheepishly.

"Your pussy. A beautiful thin line of red curls, not too bushy, not all bald, just the right amount to make it feel like a soft blanket to nuzzle up against; I like it," Ben told me.

He grabbed my ankles and dragged me down to the edge of the bed. I gasped. Ben stared at me, lowered himself to the floor, and knelt in front of my slick hole.

"Oh god," I hissed as I waited in anticipation for his next move.

When his hands gripped my thighs and spread me open, I lost whatever thoughts I had been forming. I looked at his face and watched it disappear between my legs. His tongue pushed between my thick, aroused lips. The juices I had spilled earlier were now being sucked and swallowed by my dad's boss. I groaned and swallowed the sound, trying not to cry out in pleasure as he worked his way up and down the sides of my pussy. The tip of his tongue dipped in and swirled around the opening of my sex. I moaned softly. My hips rose; I pushed them back down.

"It's okay, just ride it out," Ben told me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He worked his way in and out of my sex, tasting the sweet juices of my earlier release. Ben pushed a finger into the warm crevice and slowly twisted it back and forth, screwing me with a slow, deliberate motion.

I allowed my body to respond naturally. My hips again rose. My ass muscles tightened as he slowly fingered me. I gasped. My fingers gripped the bed's comforter. Eventually, I felt a big hand on my tit. Both of my eyelids flew open. As one hand drove in and out of my sex, the other had reached up and gripped my breast. I watched as he kneaded the full globe. My nipple ached as he twisted and pulled it.

"Oh God! Ben, it feels..."

Ben chuckled and muttered something against my wet pussy. I couldn't understand him.

He added a second finger to my hole and curled them. Inside, they learned the shape of my opening. He toyed with the ridged edge, pushed against the spongy sides, went deeper, and toyed with the promising depths of my tight young cavity. His breath caressed me, adding another new tingle to my already overly responsive flesh.

"You taste so good, Candice, like sweet sugar."

I whimpered and cooed. He ground his face deeper into me, rubbing his nostrils up and down my slick flesh.

"Oh god, I just – it feels – oh fuck – I think – I just can't – oh fuck!" I couldn't think or react with any real purpose. I was lost, and as I shuddered around his fingers and mouth, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. A scream erupted from deep within my throat. Ben continued to eat away at my succulent hole until I was screaming again and again. My legs stretched out in a wide "V" as he feasted.

I wasn't aware he had left my pussy, until I felt his mouth on my tit. My lids felt heavy. I pried them open with spent strength. A long sigh of pleasure pulled his attention to my mouth. He rose and covered me with another deep and searing kiss.

Before he got off my body, he licked my other nipple. "I'm going to fuck you tomorrow morning, Candice," he told me, before he walked away and headed back downstairs. I was left alone, my body trembling and pussy throbbing.