Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2

Dirty White Candy

Book 2: Ultimate Vacation

ANITA COX

Kindle Edition

Copyright © 2013 by Anita Cox

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

**WARNING**

This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. 

DEDICATION

Dedicated to all my naughty fans.
 
May you explore your sexuality with openness and willingness to explore your fantasies safely and to their fullest extent.

GIFTS BESTOWED

I sat in disbelief gazing out the window.
 
This had all started off in the oddest of ways.
 
A simple experiment, in a moment of courage I had whispered in a woman’s ear, offering myself as her slave for the weekend.

Since it had been a giant leap of faith, I hadn’t had time to have expectations.
 
There were no days of fantasizing so that I had desires I wanted fulfilled.
 
It gave me an intense experience and it did wonders for my friend and her husband.
 
They enjoyed themselves immensely.
 
They took turns devouring me, torturing me and pleasing me.

Janette and James lost themselves when I agreed to fulfill their fantasies.
 
It started off slow and easy.
 
At first, they tied me to the bed and used every part of me.
 

“Thank you.
 
I’ve dreamt of this for years,” she whispered in my ear as she blindfolded me with a silk scarf.

I began to worry at first when I couldn’t see anything.
 
Then I felt feathers tickling my body.
 
It was sensual and brought my nerve endings to their peak.
 
It was only when dizziness set in I realized I wasn’t breathing.

Then I felt Janette’s soft wet tongue teased my nipples and made their way down my stomach until I felt the tickle of her hair between my thighs.
 
It wasn’t difficult to relax as she pleased me, lips on my clit and dildo gliding in and out of me.

Something warm and soft brushed my lips.

“Open your mouth,” James’s voice was low and primal.
 
He was standing at the head of the bed.

As I parted my lips he slowly put the tip of his cock in my mouth.
 
The blindfold was a nice aid.
 
It was like a veil.
 
I did not feel embarrassed, but with lack of sight, my other senses were heightened.

Gently he eased himself further in my mouth.
 
His groans of pleasure was the only sign of approval I needed.
 
I reached up to grab the shaft.

“No, that will not do.
 
Janette, I think you should take care of the situation.”

I heard her chuckle.
 
What situation?

Then the silk brushed my wrist before it was pulled tight.
 
My right arm was now secured by silk to the bed frame.
 
My heart jumped and anxiety flooded through me.

They had been so nice to this point, I had no reason to fear them, at least that is what I tried to tell myself.

Janette followed by securing my left arm.
 
With both arms secured, I was defenseless with no control and utterly at their disposal.

“Now suck,” he demanded, his voice growing more firm.

I didn’t like it, being demanded to suck him off.
 
It angered me at first.
 
A sex slave.
 
I had agreed to be a sex slave, it was sort of part of the deal…right?

Then I felt her again, between my legs.
 
Her thighs pressed against the inside of mine.
 
She massaged my clitoris with her fingers.
 
As my body reacted to Janette, my discomfort subsided.

My legs opened as I relaxed and I felt it, the strap-on she was wearing. Her hands caressed my breasts and she moved in and out of me.
 
When I moaned with pleasure, James had reacted, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“Holy shit!”
 
He groaned and panted.

I heard him walking away, assuming he must have climaxed.

Janette was now sucking on my breasts as she fucked me with her strap-on.
 
The weight of her increased on me as I heard her gasp.

“Fuck me!” she screamed.
 
James was behind her fucking her while she was fucking me.
 
The feeling was intense.
 
She was now lying to top of my, breathing heavy on my neck as he pushed into her.
 
The force of him pushing into her, also forced her strap-on stronger into me.
 
Breathing became difficult with the weight of them both on me.

The sensation was intense and feeling her excitement, drove me to the edge and I exploded into a body shuddering orgasm.
 

That was just the beginning.
 
They had bound my thighs to my calves, tying me so that my heels were near my bottom.
 
I was splayed out like a frog on a science table.
 
The pressure of the ropes on my thighs was matched by the pain in my knees.
 
I would have begged them to untie me if the vibrator she used on me didn’t feel so damned sensational.

That weekend was the most intense experience I had ever had.
 
Now I sat with an office full of flowers, from forget-me-nots to red roses.
 
They had all come with one envelope.

I knew who it was from.
 
James and Janette had made a habit of sending me gifts.
 
I had diamond earrings, expensive watches and rings.
 
They’d even purchased a crystal decanter set for my apartment.
 
So what was in the envelope?

Using a letter opener I tore open the top.
 
Inside were tickets and a letter.

Candy,

James and I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for us these past few months.
 
As a final thank you, we are enclosing tickets for you and a guest to a swingers resort in the Keys.

James and I will also be going, but we do not expect you to spend your time there with us.
 
Please, bring a guest and enjoy new experiences.
 
It’s a fantastic time, one that you will never forget.

With Regards,

Janette

I had mentioned to them that I had two weeks’ vacation that had to be used soon.
 
I should have known better.
 
These two had been overly generous with me to the point I was beginning to feel like a paid whore.

I knew that was not their intention and if they knew I had felt that way, they would have been mortified.
 
The gifts had to stop.
 
Yet, a vacation to the Florida keys would be nice.
 
The tickets were nonrefundable.
 
Great, it’s go or waste their money.

Who would I take?

INDECENT PROPOSAL

I took two dozen of the roses home along with the envelope.
 
After sending John a text message, I quickly changed out of my suit and into jeans and a t-shirt.

John had immediately replied accepting my invitation and would be knocking on my door very soon.
 
I was elated.
 
John was easy to be around, incredibly handsome and had accepted that I wasn’t ready to commit to a monogamous relationship.
 
Living in the same building meant frequent, and sometimes immediate encounters.
 
So far, he was perfect.

When he knocked, I rushed over to open the door.

“Come on in,” I said with a large grin.

“You look beautiful,” he kissed me quickly on his way through the door.
 
“Your message said you have something to talk to me about?”
 
He ran his fingers through his beautiful hair.
 
I loved it when he did that.
 

“Yes, please sit.”
 
Wrapping my fingers in his, I pulled him to the couch.

“What’s going on with you, you look almost giddy?”
 
He was smiling.
 
He had such a sexy smile, sort of crooked and mischievous.

“John, you might need a drink for this conversation.”
 
I jumped off the couch to run in the kitchen.

“Are you pregnant?”
 
His jaw dropped and the color drained from his face.

“What?
 
No!
 
God, no.
 
Let me mix us a drink.
 
I need a drink and I’m sure you will too.
 
Just, trust me for a minute.
 
But no, I’m not pregnant or sick or anything.”
 
Rambling.
 
I was rambling.
 
I bit my lip and mixed up martinis as quickly as I could.
 
Glancing over, I could see John staring at the floor and wringing his hands.

“So, you remember the conversation we had when we first started seeing each other?
 
I told you I was in sex therapy and having new experiences?”

“Of course I do.
 
I’ve also enjoyed some of the tricks you’ve learned in your little group.
 
Wow.”
 
He laughed and smoothed his hand on his pants while he took a large drink from his glass.

“Well, I need to know how open minded you are about, well you know, all of it.”
 
How was I going to get through this discussion?

“How open minded?” the confusion on his face didn’t help my ease my anxiety.

“What do you find acceptable and not acceptable?
 
What is crossing the line with you?”
 
I scooted in closer to him and put my hand on his knee, a move Janette pulled on me whenever she wanted me to relax.

“Candy, I am head over heels for you, but if you don’t spit out whatever it is, I may just have a stroke.
 
Please, what is it that you’re asking?”
 
The pleading look on his face was a shot of guilt for me.

“I’m sorry.
 
I don’t know how to get to the point.”
 
I took a deep breath.
 
“I never want to make you jealous or hurt your feelings.”

“I’m a big boy, Candy, and I know I’m not the only one who you’re having sex with.
 
So please, just get to it already.
 
You look excited and happy, so I don’t think you’re dumping me, but honestly all the things that are running through my mind have me nervous.”
 
He took another swig out of his glass, emptying the contents.

I did the same.

“Okay, there is a couple that I, uh, spend intimate time with,” I paused, giving him time to react.
 
When he only nodded I continued, “they gave me two tickets to a swingers’ resort in the Florida keys.
 
Two tickets, for me and a guest of my choice.
 
So, my question is multi-faceted.
 
First, do you think you could handle being in that environment with me.
 
Could you and would you participate without getting hurt or jealous?
 
Would you want to?
 
Can you even take the time off?”

“Wait!
 
Take a breath.”
 
John interrupted, holding up his hand in my face.
 
“I have been to an event in the past with a former girlfriend.
 
She was really into the swinging thing.
 
It’s pretty fuckin’ hot actually.
 
So yeah, I think I can handle it.
 
As far as time off goes, I’m my own boss.
 
But are you sure you want to take me?
 
That’s sort of a couples’ thing and we are just dating.”

That was not the response I expected.
 
I sat there staring at him.

“We are dating, doesn’t that make us a couple?”

“Candy, sweetheart, for couples they do this to enhance their marriage, to spice things up.
 
We’ve only been dating a short time, so we already have spice and excitement.
 
Is there someone you have that sort of relationship with, someone else you’d rather take instead of your neighbor that you sleep with a few times a week?”

Ouch.
 
He felt like he was being used, and I felt like shit.

“Candy?”

“You were the first person I thought of.
 
I’m not, uh, close with anyone else.
 
Not like that.
 
I’m not, you know, scheduling up every day of the week.
 
I have a job and friends too, you know.”

John started laughing.

I wanted to punch him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just absurd.
 
The look on your face, you looked so wounded.
 
I wasn’t inferring that you were some sort of slut or something.
 
I just didn’t know if you had an emotional, you know, bond with someone else, especially since you’ve kept me at arm’s length.
 
I’m sorry that you misunderstood.”

I didn’t say a word.
 
Retreating to the kitchen, I ordered take-out and mixed more drinks.

John had not meant to hurt my feelings, though he did.
 
I tried to shake it off.
 
His intention wasn’t pain.
 
Admittedly, I had put him in the awkward position of his first open relationship.
 
I kept our meetings and dates to only twice a week so he wouldn’t get attached.
 
Now I was asking him to go on a couples vacation just to have to continue to share me, sexually, with others.

“Candy, please come back in here,” John called.

After a deep breath, I put a smile on my face and brought the martini shaker with me to the living room, refilling our glasses.

“Listen, I didn’t mean it the way it came out.
 
My laughter was just a release from the anxiety of not knowing what you were going to ask me.
 
If you still want me to go, I would be happy to take you to the Keys and have wild and crazy sex with strangers.
 
What guy wouldn’t?”

I began to relax.
 
“John, I don’t keep you at arm’s length because I don’t like you, or couldn’t see a serious relationship with you.
 
I just haven’t been divorced that long and with my situation, it seems unfair to…”

“Candy!
 
Stop.
 
Stop explaining yourself.
 
I know why our relationship is what it is.
 
I’m okay with it.
 
Really.
 
I mean, I miss you when we’re not together.
 
Getting to see you every day, to wake up next to you for a whole two weeks, I’m looking forward to it.
 
But I’m not stupid.
 
I know why you’re not ready to settle.
 
I respect the fact that you’re honest enough with me to have the relationship we have.”

I kissed him.
 
He was so perfect and I was afraid I would apologize again.

John grabbed me in a way he never had before.
 
He had a hand fisted in my hair and pulled me back away from him.

“Ouch,” I grabbed at my head.
 

“Shh,” he hissed, then kissed me again.
 
With his free hand, he reached up my shirt and groped at my breasts, but in a more fierce way than he had before.
 
“Two weeks of fucking, of fucking you and anyone else…”

John was aroused, and in a way I had not seen before.
 
While his grip on my hair was slightly uncomfortable but my adrenaline was flowing.

“So you’ll go?”

He bit my lip.

“I’m going to have my way with you right now.
 
If you are a good girl, I will go with you to the naughty vacation.”
 
He wrapped his arm around my lower back and jerked hard, pulling me onto him.

He pulled my shirt and bra up over my breasts and began sucking and squeezing them as if he had a voracious appetite.
 
I was a little startled by his behavior.
 
I had to relax, he knew I was trying different things.
 
But he seemed angry.

John lifted his weight off me and leaned back.
 
Reaching in the waistband of my pants, he jerked them off and threw them on the floor.
 
He growled as he leapt back onto me, sucking lightly on my neck.

My heart was racing.
 
I reached my hand up to wind my fingers in his hair.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said.
 
John grabbed me by my wrists.
 
He undid his belt and pulled them out of his jeans then wound them around my wrists.
 
It was tight – too tight.

“That’s too tight,” I complained.

“Oh, is it?”
 
He held my
 
bound hands above my head by his belt as he continued to devour my breasts.

I was just about to start to object when he whispered in my ear.
 
“I want to give you your fantasy.
 
Call me an asshole if it gets to be too much.”

I had completely forgotten I told him I wanted to try it, to be forced to have sex.
 
It’s not that I really wanted to be raped, I just wanted it simulated, with pleasure involved.

“I’m so fucking worked up, Candy.”
 
He whined a little.

“You’d better get back into character,” I teased.

He scooped me up, threw me over his shoulder and took me to the bedroom.
 
He gently tossed me on the bed then used the end of his belt to secure my hands to the bedframe.

I pretended to fight him off with my legs.
 

He pinned my legs down and was now planted firmly in between them.
 
Reaching one hand down, he undid his jeans and freed his erection.

His bare erection was row rubbing between my legs.
 
I began to worry that he was going to start fucking me without a condom on.
 

I wiggled and tried to get myself away from his erection.
 
Once my legs were freed, I put my heels on his hips and pushed him back.

“Oh, we can’t have that.”
 
He got up off the bed and walked over to my closet, then started rifling through my drawers.

“Get out of my stuff!”
 
I barked.

“Oh, now what is this?”
 
He held up my dildo and vibrator.
 
“You’re a naughty girl, Candy.”
 
He tossed them at my side on the bed.
 
“These will work,” he said as he held up two scarves.

John walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed one of my ankles.
 
He had my right foot in his hand and in now time and my ankle tied to the bed.
 
He repeated with the left ankle as I tried to fight him.

I began to worry about the predicament I was in.
 
Having told John that I had this fantasy, I didn’t dream on him trying to fulfill it.
 
Now I was tied to the bed and helpless.