Chapter 7: Cum
Candice's heels clicked against the polished floor of the Crimson Lotus's private corridor, the sound swallowed by the plush crimson carpet that lined the hallway. She had the key to Kendra's suite in her pocket, fisted there so tight the metal was biting into her palm. The exam in two weeks made her want to be held, a moment of refuge, a familiar body to curl around in the dark. Whatever she could get before another long night of studying.
She slid the key into the lock with a tiny click and pushed the door open, expecting the dim warmth of candlelight and the scent of jasmine.
What she didn't expect was the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping. Or the low, guttural groans of male voices.
Her body froze, halfway through the door. The scene before her shattered the quiet, comfortable image she had conjured.
Kendra was on her knees in the center of the bed, a mess of blonde-and-pink hair, her massive tits swinging obscenely as she worked. A sweat-slicked man was gripping her hair, guiding her head with a kind of possessive dominance. His cock was buried deep in her throat, and Kendra's lips were stretched obscenely around it. Another man—a heavyset, older gentleman with a thick beard and a hungry stare—was behind Kendra. His hands were knotted in her hair, his hips slamming into her with brutal force.
Candice could hear the wet sounds of each impact, the squelch of Kendra's pussy swallowing the man's cock, the gurgled moans Kendra made around the dick in her mouth. Kendra's eyes were rolled back, flush rising across her tanned skin. She was thoroughly occupied, utterly lost in her work.
Candice couldn't breathe.
She should have left. She should have quietly closed the door and retreated, gone back to her books. But she couldn't. She was frozen, rooted to the spot, watching the woman she loved get absolutely destroyed by two strangers.
"Fuck, your throat is so tight," the man at Kendra's head groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "Been a while since I had me a professional."
The other man grunted, his balls slapping against Kendra's ass with a sharp, rhythmic timing. "One hell of a whore, this one. This is what you're paying for, mate."
The pleasure on Kendra's face was unmissable. She reached back with one hand, digging her acrylic nails into the man's thigh, spurring him on. The other hand clawed at the sheets, knuckles white as she swallowed the cock down her throat without a hint of gagging.
"Swallow all of it," the first man growled, his pace quickening. "I'm going to fill your greedy little mouth."
Kendra hummed, a vibration that clearly sent a shudder through the man. He roared, and Candice watched—her heart hammering in her chest, her cunt throbbing behind her jeans—as ropes of cum spilled from the man's cock and flooded Kendra's mouth. Kendra swallowed, more cum leaking from the corners of her stretched lips.
Behind her, the other man let out a primal shout, his body shuddering as he came inside her. Kendra's eyes rolled again, her entire body quivering as she reached her own climax, her ass clenching around his cock.
Candice stood in the doorway, hand white-knuckled on the doorframe, her own arousal soaking her panties.
The men pulled out, a sense of satisfied laziness about them. The first one smacked Kendra's ass hard as he stood, and Kendra whimpered, her body swaying. They pulled on their trousers, exchanging tips and laughing, pressing a few gold coins onto the nightstand. They didn't even notice Candice as they headed for the door, brushing past her with a casual, "Sweetheart."
Then they were gone, leaving silence in their wake.
Kendra was still on the bed, chest heaving. Her lips were slick, her face flushed. She lifted her head, her pale blue eyes meeting Candice's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.
"Candy," she said, her voice still a little hoarse but honeyed with satisfaction. "I didn't know you were coming to visit."
Candice swallowed, trying to find her voice. "I... you were..."
"I know, baby. Did you like the show?" Kendra stretched lazily, a catlike purr in her throat. She rose from the bed, moving with a liquid grace that made Candice's knees weak. She glided across the room, naked, her tits bouncing, her ass round and heavy, a glisten of mingled fluids between her thighs.
She came to a stop before Candice. "You're quiet. That's okay." Kendra leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Candice's cheek. "Come here."
Candice allowed herself to be pulled into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Kendra pulled Candice into her arms, cupping the back of her head, drawing her into a deep, possessive kiss.
Candice opened her mouth, expecting the taste of herself and the slight musk of Kendra's exertion. But it wasn't. A thick, viscous, unmistakably bitter-salt flavor flooded her tongue.
Cum.
Kendra was feeding her, pushing that cloying, sweet-bitter liquid into her mouth. Candice's eyes went wide, but Kendra held her, her tongue sweeping through Candice's mouth, coaxing her to swallow. She had no choice but to obey, and the moment that thick liquid hit the back of her throat, something electric burst through her system.
Pleasure, hot and immediate, shot straight to her clit. She felt herself getting wetter, a wave of raw, primal hunger igniting in her stomach. It was more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted, better than wine, better than sugar.
"Good girl," Kendra whispered against her lips, licking the last drop from the corner of Candice's mouth. "Did you like that? The two men, the cum... did it make you wet?"
"Yes," Candice gasped, her voice already wrecked. "Fuck, Kendra, I need more."
Kendra's smile widened, a predatory glint entering her eyes. "More? Already? You're insatiable, Candy. I love it." She released Candice and took her hand, pulling her deeper into the suite. Candice's knees were trembling with every step, her mind consumed by a singular, burning need.
Kendra led her past the bedroom into a small, paneled antechamber. Set into one of the walls was a simple, wooden circle, about waist height. Kendra pushed the panel aside, revealing a dark hole behind it.
"What is this?" Candice asked, her voice a whisper.
"The gloryhole, baby." Kendra's voice was smooth as silk. "This is where the men come to stick their cocks through, hoping for a warm mouth to greet them. No names, no faces. Just pure, anonymous pleasure."
Candice stared at the opening, her breath hitching. The thought of it was degrading, terrifying. It was exactly the kind of debauchery she had feared.
"Say the word," Kendra murmured, stroking Candice's hair. "And I'll take you back to our bed and hold you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Candice looked at the hole. She thought of the men, their thick cocks. She thought of the taste on Kendra's lips, the way it sent fire through her body. She thought of her own dry, frustrated cunt, how she craved release almost as much as she craved power.
"I want it," Candice said, and the words felt like a confession.
Kendra's smile was radiant. She stepped forward, positioning Candice in front of the hole. Gently, she lowered Candice to her knees, the plush carpet soft beneath them.
"There you go, sweetheart. Take your time."
Candice knelt there, her heart pounding, her head swimming. The taste of cum still lingered on her tongue, coaxing her onward. She leaned forward, placing her lips against the cool wood of the opening. She inhaled, catching the faint, heady musk of another man.
A shadow appeared on the other side of the hole. Then, a heavy, swollen dick slid through the opening, thick and veined and leaking pre-cum. Candice's mouth watered. She had never felt this kind of hunger before.
She wrapped her lips around the head, tasting him. That same electric sweetness flooded her senses, and she moaned, taking him deeper. She bobbed her head, reveling in the weight of it, the way it made her lips tingle and her core ache with a deeper, hotter pleasure.
She was utterly lost.
More men came. One after another. Each cock a new flavor, a new texture, a new experience. She serviced them with a hungry desperation, slurping, sucking, swallowing. She tasted the salt and the sweetness, the thickness, the heat. With every swallow, a wave of warmth pulsed through her body, wrapping around her clit, making her breathless.
She barely registered the soft vibrations building between her thighs. But as she swallowed a particularly large load, something inside her snapped. A wave of intense pleasure, so acute it was almost painful, erupted from her lips, rippling through her entire body. She gasped, her body shuddering, her cunt clenching wetly around nothing.
She came.
Without a single touch, she came from the sheer act of giving head. Her eyes rolled back, her body swaying as the orgasm crashed over her, blinding and white-hot.
Kendra was there, kneeling beside her, stroking her hair as Candice collapsed against her. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice full of a deep, maternal pride. "My perfect, hungry girl."
Candice lay in her arms, panting, the taste of cum and the echo of orgasm still pulsing through her body. She looked up at Kendra, her pale blue eyes glazed with exhaustion and pleasure.
"Again," Candice whispered.
Kendra laughed, a low, grumbling, delighted sound. "Later, my love. You need to rest. We'll come back tomorrow."
Candice closed her eyes, feeling Kendra's arms around her, feeling the deep, resonant power that had begun to bloom in her veins. She knew, with sudden certainty, that she wanted this. She wanted to taste cum every day, wanted to give head until her lips were red and swollen, wanted to feel the power that came from making a man dissolve just with her mouth.
She wanted to be Kendra's perfect, hungry, slutty girl.
And as she drifted into sleep, she dreamed of a world where her body was as full and beautiful as Kendra's, where she could have all the pleasure she desired, and where lust was not a weakness but a weapon.