Anything He wants

CANDY ASS

Halloween is easy money. I dress up every year as a naughty Catholic schoolgirl, complete with fuck-me pumps and lace stockings. The final touch is the ruby red lipstick that matches my skimpy red skirt.

My boyfriend Eric was the first ex-Catholic school boy I let enjoy the fuck a Catholic school girl fantasy I know every man has, Catholic or not. He selected the outfit for me, supervising each piece of my costume to create every Catholic schoolboy’s wet dream.

Eric’s my fluffer. He goes to the frat parties first, looking for the newest ex-Catholic schoolboy to participate in our yearly fantasy. There’s always at least half a dozen of those guys at these parties, privileged white males with bank accounts bigger than their dicks. When Eric starts talking about me, they flock to him like bees to honey.

“Oh man, you should have seen this girl I fucked today,” he says. “She was wearing this Catholic schoolgirl outfit, and I got hard just looking at her. Her skirt barely covered her ass, and when she sat down I could see right into her pussy. She wore this tight white shirt tied under her big ass titties, and they were out there on display just begging to be sucked. And fuck me, she had her hair in pigtails! I had a hold of those things the whole time she had my cock in her mouth. Then I fucked her from behind, and damn, that girl was the sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever had. If I’m lucky, Candy Ass will show up here tonight, and I can have a chance at round two. Best hundred dollars I’ve ever spent.”

That’s when I joined the party. I go right up to Eric and start kissing him. He puts his hands under my skirt and lifts it so the Catholic boys can see that I don’t have on any panties. Then he slides a hand down to my pussy and starts finger fucking me while I slip my hand into his pants. I start to moan as my pussy gets so wet I can barely stand it, and Eric’s cock is at full mast in my stroking hand. The Catholic boys look like they want to fuck me right there. I lean up to Eric’s ear, nibbling on it for a minute, and then whisper all the dirty things I’m going to do to him tonight. Then I leave.

“Damn!” Babyface Catholic boy says, watching my ass as I go, his cock hard and pressing out against his jeans. “That was fucking hot! What did she say?”

“The girl wants another fuck,” Eric says, “but this time she wants to do it with two guys at once. She’ll suck my dick while someone else fucks her from behind, then she’ll have us switch when we’re hard again. Then we can have her any way we want. She said to bring someone with me to her apartment, but she won’t accept less than a thousand dollars cash for an all-night fuck fest. Shit, I’d pay her twice that, easy. Best fuck of my life!”

The Catholic boys are falling over themselves to be the ones Eric picks to go with him. They’re whipping out their ATM cards, shouting out numbers like it’s an auction. Ten minutes later Eric texts me that there’s a winner: Babyface with three thousand dollars of cold hard cash.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackpot.

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Eric and I live in a small studio apartment that’s all bedrooms. You open the door and in the center of the room is this big four-poster king-sized bed for maximum fucking. One wall is all windows with no curtains, so every night we fuck for the whole world to see. Whenever I catch someone watching us from the apartment building across the street, my pussy shudders so hard around Eric’s cock that we both come at the same time. If they’re still watching us after that, I give them the come hither signal followed by the tip money gesture, and without fail there’s a knock on our door in less than ten minutes. Then, depending on who it is, we set our price: a hundred dollars for one, two hundred for two, and one-fifty if one wants to watch while we fuck the other one. My favorite scenario is the third option, but I enjoy myself either way. Eric and I would do it for free, but this way we never have to pay rent. It’s five hundred dollars a month, so tonight’s little sexcapade will have us set for half the year.

I prepare for the fun to come while I wait for Eric to show up with Babyface. I slip a pair of handcuffs under the two pillows on opposite sides of the bed and then settle myself down, my head on the middle pillow. I look down at myself; my glorious breasts swell up against the red lace bra under the white shirt that covers almost nothing. I take them both in my hands, thinking about Eric touching them and that electric current that rushes through me when he sucks my taut nipples. I let my hands stray downward, moving across my flat abs, past my belly button to where the red plaid skirt rides low on my hips, the skimpy fabric just barely covering my ass and my pussy. I slide my hands under the skirt and to my warm center which is already starting to throb in anticipation of what’s to come.

Oh, fuck me, I feel so naughty whenever I wear this outfit. The pigtails get me especially hot, reminding me of my days of sexual exploration as a teenager. I was known as the Red Hot Slut of my high school, partly because I fucked every guy in our senior class and partly because of my red hair. I took it as a compliment: Why would you want a shy brunette or a dumb blonde when you could have a red-hot vixen who wanted nothing more than to fuck your brains out all day and night?