A Reward for Candy
Pt 2
Sir entered Candy’s room dressed only in a pair of destressed blue jeans slung low across his hipbones. Taking a large bite from the apple in his hand, he leaned against the doorframe for a moment, crossing one of his ankles over the other, his slate gray eyes drinking in the two naked women before him. Young Candy sat in her default position, her big, blue eyes looking up at him anxiously, and an excited smile on her face. Her pink nipples were hardened nubs in the center of her perky tits that sat perfectly on her chest, and her tight, blonde ponytail hung neatly down the center of her back. Looking at her, he mentally commended himself for choosing such a ready and willing slut for a house pet that was always eager to please him.
He shifted his gaze to the fuck toy to her left. Candy had prepared Toy well for him. While her milky white skin was still marked with pink splotches from her earlier treatment with his coworkers, she was no longer covered in their collective cum. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her blindfold still sat in place over her eyes. Candy had instructed her on default positioning, and she now sat on her knees on the carpeted floor, rocked back onto her feet behind her and her legs spread apart. Her elbows were tied together, behind her back, making her bare tits jut out in front of her. Her breathing was fast, and her nervousness was palpable as she shifted and fidgeted in her position.
After silently staring for a few moments, taking a few more bites of the fruit, he righted himself and entered the room.
“Are we having fun yet?” he asked, playfully tugging the end of Candy’s ponytail as he strolled a circle around her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “Thank you for my reward.”
“You’ve earned it,” he stated. “Is she giving you any trouble?” he asked, now walking in slow circles around Toy.
“A little bit, Sir,” Candy replied, nodding. “She doesn’t understand her place.”
“Oh?” he asked, stopping his paced circles in front of Toy. Taking ahold of her hair at the base of her ponytail, he wrapped his hand up in its length, the pulling causing Toy to rise higher on her knees. “Is that true?” he asked, tilting her head back to direct her face toward his.
Even still blindfolded, she could feel his cold stare on her face. “I know my place, Sir,” she stuttered out.
“Are you accusing Candy of lying?” Sir asked, pulling her hair tighter and making her whimper.
“N…n…nn… No, Sir,” she finally stuttered out.
“Hmmm…” he hummed, staring down at her. “Only one way to find out if you truly know your place,” he stated, his voice deep and smooth. “On your feet.” He pulled her hair straight up in slow, even pressure as she involuntarily rose onto her feet, whimpering cries at the pain. He guided her, by her hair, to Candy’s bed, leading her onto her knees in the center of the mattress and then letting her hair go. With her arms tied behind her back, Toy struggled to stay upright on her knees.
“What’s your role here?” he asked, walking to one side of the bed, gripping the knee closest to him and sliding it apart from its mate.
“To be… your t… toy,” she breathed.
“Is that right, Candy?” he asked, walking to the other side of the bed and repeating the process with her other knee, her knees now apart, kneeling on the mattress.
“No, Sir,” Candy replied, watching what was unfolding in front of her.
“What’s the right answer?” he asked, gripping Toy’s ponytail again and pushing her head down and taking another bite of his apple. Toy bent at the waist, her face now against the mattress, a muffled cry escaping her lips. With her knees apart, her pussy and her ass were now spread open in the air.
“To be whatever you want her to be,” Candy immediately replied.
“Good girl,” he stated, releasing Toy’s hair again and walking behind her. “A fuck toy… A piece of furniture… A set of holes for my friends to use…” he stated casually. “Even a plate,” he added. “Hungry?” he asked Candy, a smirk on his face when she nodded. Biting off a chunk of his apple with his teeth, he took it out of his mouth and slid it into the opening of Toy’s pussy.
Toy’s breath caught in her throat for a moment at the cold flesh of the fruit against the warm walls of her pussy.
“Good pets get treats,” Sir stated, sliding the apple shard in and out of Toy’s pussy.
Candy’s fingers twitched on her thighs, anxiously waiting for her command from her owner.
“Come get your treat,” he finally stated, releasing the piece of apple, leaving it hanging out of Toy’s pussy.
Candy was immediately in motion, crawling across the floor on her hands and knees to the bed. Maintaining eye contact with her master, she crawled onto the bed behind Toy and pushed her face into Toy’s slit. Resting her top teeth on the top of the apple, she extended her tongue and drug it across Toy’s clit, rotating the tip slowly around the hardened bundle of nerves. Toy moaned into the mattress, pushing her body back against Candy’s tongue.
Another smirk ticked up the corner of Sir’s mouth, and one of his eyebrows arched at her creativity. Candy continued to flick and rub against Toy’s clit with her tongue, feeling the apple move in her mouth as Toy squeezed her inner muscles tightly.
“You like that treat?” Sir asked, running the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Es her,” Candy replied, her mouth still working, and her eyes still locked on her master.
Sir took another bite of his apple, slowly chewing as he watched Toy squirm underneath Candy’s unrelenting tongue, her panting and moans of pleasure mixing with her whimpers of pain from her position.
“That’s enough,” he finally stated with a sharp nod to Candy.
Retracting her tongue, she gripped the apple shard with her teeth and extracted it from Toy’s pussy, backing her face away and quickly chewing and swallowing the fruit. “Thank you for the treat, Sir,” she stated, licking her lips.
“You’re welcome,” he stated, setting his apple core down on the nightstand next to the bed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then wiped his hand across his jeans. “Now…” he started, his hand gripping the black binding that help Toy’s elbows. “Try again. What’s your purpose here?”
Another whimpered cry of pain escaped Toy at the ache in her shoulders. “To be whatever you want me to be,” she quickly replied.
“That’s right,” he stated with a nod, yanking the end of the binding, causing it to untie and release her bound limbs. Her arms immediately collapsed out to the side, and she released a cry of relief, her hands immediately gripping the sheet up by her face.
“Kneel down there,” Sir instructed Candy, pointing to the floor at the foot of the bed. She immediately obeyed, kneeling on the carpet, the top of the mattress even with the bottom of her tits. Coming behind her, he planted his bare feet on either side of her knees, his legs pressed against her back. Gripping the tops of Toy’s thighs, he slid her back, toward them, her spread open pussy lips now at eye level with his pet. “Spread her open,” he instructed.
Gripping the cheeks of Toy’s ass, she pushed them apart, lewdly displaying her asshole and gaping open her pussy.
“Test number two, Fuck Toy,” he started. “What are these holes for?” He and Candy watched as her holes flexed in front of them as Toy nervously fidgeted.
“F… For… For you t… t… f…f…” she began to stutter, struggling to think clearly.
“Careful,” he chided her. She flinched when he spit a large wad of spit directly on her asshole. “A right answer is important here.” She squirmed under his touch when he used his thick thumb to rub the spit around her sore, puckered asshole.
“For you to use however you want,” she quickly replied in a breathless voice.
“Hmm…” he hummed. “Looks like she’s learning, Pet,” he stated, moving his thumb and then flicking her asshole hard once, making her emit a burst of a scream at the sudden sensation. “Be a good girl and turn around and sit down on the floor,” he instructed Candy.
She immediately obeyed, planting her bare ass on the floor with her back against the bed, her legs extended between Sir’s legs, and his blue jean covered crotch in her face. Her mouth watered at the large, hard bulge in his jeans, and her blue eyes darted back up to his, anticipating his next move. Looking down at her, he gave her a nod of approval, and her hands flew to his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Shimmying them down off of his hips, she pulled his hard cock out and immediately slid it into her mouth.
Reaching down and grabbing Candy’s hands, he pulled them up, above her head, placing them on the cheeks of Toy’s ass. “Hold her open while I fuck your throat,” he ordered her.
Readjusting her hands for a better grip, she held her eyes on his face as he stared at Toy’s holes in front of him. Pushing two of his thick fingers deep into Toy’s soaking wet pussy, he began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of Candy’s throat. Her head pinned between his hips and the mattress, he slid his length past her tonsils again and again as he forced two more fingers from his opposite hand into Toy’s pussy, stretching her hole open.
Candy gagged hard on the cock in her throat, thick drool spilling out of her mouth and down her chin. Her drool coated his balls as she took short gasps of air in through her nose each time he cleared her airway. Her fingers dug into the flesh of Toy’s ass as Sir assaulted her throat, limiting the oxygen she was able to inhale.
Toy’s fingers gripped the bedsheet, and animalistic grunts and cries came from her mouth as Sir roughly fucked her pussy with his thick fingers. Her cries married with the sloppy, wet sound of Candy’s gags as she sputtered on his cock, her body squirming beneath them.