1. Hard Candy


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    slip the phone back into my purse. I shrug innocently as I meet the boy’s eyes, giving him a quick wink before utterly ignoring him just as he’s about to take an opportunity for an ‘in’ to talk to me. I’m certain that he’s watching me walk away because I hear his low-whistle and I put an extra sway in my hips as I amble down your street. My long bare legs create a compelling visual distraction in the white miniskirt I'm wearing, with my flimsy hot pink tank top making me look like every teenage boy’s wet dream. Just the way you like it. When I arrive at your building, I loiter in front of it, watching the minutes tick by. I spit out my gum and pull the bright pink lollipop from my purse. It’s oversized with a glossy hard shell and I unwrap it and put it into my mouth, rolling it in my cheek. The intense sweetness fills my mouth immediately. I suck on it as I watch your text messages begin to light up my phone. At first they’re teasing. ‘Where are you, Slut? I thought you said five,’ and then ‘Babydoll is gonna get it hard when she walks in this door for being so late,'followed by the more urgent and demanding, ‘Get here. Now!’ I smile to myself wickedly imagining you standing behind your door, cock hard and in hand, waiting to sink into one of my wet little holes. I lean back against the building, tilting my hips out just slightly as I enjoy the lollipop as the minutes tick by. My tongue curls around it and my lips turn sugared pink from my efforts. It makes a loud slurping ...
    ‘pop’ sound as I pull it out before pushing it back in again. I love making you mad. I can’t help myself. I love bearing the brunt of your frustrations when you get a hold of me later. I know it’s going to hurt just the way I want it to. I can feel the heat deep in my core, that unsatiated ache that’s been steadily building since you called me earlier and told me to come over. Finally, once enough time has passed to have you pacing the hardwood floor of your apartment entranceway like a caged animal that was promised sirloin steak, I find myself entering the building. My stilettos click on the floor as I walk up the stairwell. My heart is hammering in anticipation and my skin feels electric. The heat on the back of my neck and between my breasts raise up fine little beads of perspiration. I am anxious but excited. I have no idea what you’re going to do to me. I haven’t purposely pissed you off like this before, but you have to know what I want and why I’m doing it. I’m your incorrigible bad girl and I want to be punished. Hard. I knock on your door and wait, still sucking the lollipop, lounging, pretending to be unconcerned by your reaction. When the door opens I notice your smile first. It’s predatory and unamused and your eyes are focused on me intensely. You’re naked except for your gym shorts and as I step inside, I see the light sheen of sweat on your skin and across the well-defined muscles of your chest and shoulders. I realize you’ve probably just returned from a work ...
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