I broke both of the shoulder straps and let the dress fall down to the ground. “Hit me with the cane,” she yelled.
There was a cane made out of a skinny bamboo on the floor. I came up behind Candy and put both of my hands around the elastic of her panties. I pulled her panties down until they were around her thighs. I kissed her ass. “I didn’t say kiss my butt, I said hit me,” Candy yelled. I stood to one side of Candy. I took a couple of practice swings at her buns without hitting her. “Hit me six times, I’ll count backwards,” she said. I swung my arm back and then forward. Swish, whack, her body jerked from the smack I gave her. “Six”, she said. Swish, whack, I can see a mark starting to show on the fleshy part of her thigh from the first smack I gave her. “Five” she said. Swish, whack, I have to have stung her good that time, because she held her head back closed her eyes and grimaced. “Four”, she said. Swish, whack, Candy wiggled as if she was trying to break free. “Three”, she said. Swish, whack, I was beginning to wonder if she was even going to be able to sit down for a couple of days. “Two”, she said. Swish, whack, “One Okay let me down”, she said.
I let her down and untied her. “Stay right where you are,” said Candy as she pulled up her panty and rubbed her wrists. I stood still. “Play with your weenie and I’ll give you the key,” she said. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pulled my pants and underwear down and started to jack off. “Is that how you do it?” she asked.
“Yes, Candy, this is how I do it,” I answered. “Will you give me the keys now?” I asked.
“I want to see you shoot white,” she said. “I heard that your weenie shoots white when you do that.”
Candy rubbed her behind sat down on the floor and leaned back. She held herself up with her arms. She bended her knees and spread them apart while keeping her feet flat on the floor. Gazing at her and the sight of her staring at my nine inch hard-on got me stroking my cock with blinding speed.
Candy put one hand down inside her panties. “Wow, I don’t know if I could take it if you did it to me like that,” She said.
“Oh, oh, oh god, Candy, oh shit”. I wetted my palm with saliva in order to lubricate my cock more. Now that my dick is all wet and lubricated my jacking off was making a slurping sound.
“I don’t know if I could take something that big,” she said as she fingered her girl street.
“Oh Candy, I’m going to melt,” I mumbled. Candy snatched her dress and handed it to me. I shot my load in three big spurts. I soaked her torn dress with the very cum I wanted to fill her pussy, her ass, her mouth with.
“The key is in the kitchen, first cabinet above the sink,” she said.
I dropped the dress, pulled my shorts and pants up and ran into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet door just above the sink. Sure enough the keys are there.
Candy walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall with both hands behind her. She was using her hands as a buffer between her pretty little seat and the wall. Her angel tits and all five foot five inches of her, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes and white panties is why I’m her dog. “Why are you pouting?” I asked.
“You have to buy me a dress,” She answered. “You have to hurry because I don’t know what to say in case somebody pulls up.”
“Shit.” I ran out of the kitchen, through the living room, out the front door and got to the car.
“Wait,” Candy shouted.
I turned and saw Candy holding the screen door open.
I made my way up to the porch and stood in front of her. “What is it Candy,” I asked.
“Aren’t you going to give me a kiss? You’re my boyfriend now”. Candy smiled and held her arms out wide.
I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped her arms around me. We held each other tight. She smelled good. Starting at the top of her spine I ran my finger down her spine, when I got to the elastic band of her panties, Candy pulled her head back and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She let go of me and pushed me on the chest. “You better hurry,” she said.
I came back with a pair of gray sweatpants and a gray pullover sweatshirt for her. “Huh, Jim”, Candy said. “This isn’t what I was wearing”. She put them on anyway. They were a little baggy on her. “I’ll show you where to take me to get the dress,” she said.
“Where’s the ripped up dress?” I asked.
“I took care of that”. Candy took me by the hand and led me to the car. This time I drove.
We stopped at an atm near the store. “How much is this dress?” I asked.
“How should I know? I didn’t buy it my parents did”, she replied. “They never let me pick out what I want, every time my mom and dad take me to go shopping I show them what I want and they always say no”.
“I’m guessing forty dollars,” I said. I took out my wallet and pulled out my card.
Candy snatched the card from my hand, got out of the car and made her way to the front of the atm machine. “Let me do it,” she said.
I gave her the information she needed to make the transaction. She handed the card and receipt back to me. “Park over there and wait for me” Candy said.
Before I could even say anything she ran off into the store. I looked at the receipt and shit my pants. She took out two hundred bucks. I parked the car and went into a nearby food and gas store to buy me a pack of cigarettes. I don’t normally smoke but being a dog can be a little bouncy sometimes, but in Candy’s case it’s a pleasure to take a few bumps.
It had to have been at least four hours of waiting. Candy returned with several sacks. “Open the trunk,” she said.
“What in the hell did you buy?” I asked as I opened the trunk.
“You’ll have to buy me an ipod; it was boring back at the house when you left me back there.” Candy tossed everything in the trunk and closed the trunk door.
“You were supposed to just get a dress” I said.
“I got that but I had to get some other outfits and things for our date tonight,” she said.
I dropped Candy off at the park. We stood behind the trunk; she gave me a kiss, grabbed her stuff and took off. I was to meet her tonight here at the park. I can’t wait, I’m in heaven.