Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs slightly spread as she tentatively tasted the sticky confection clinging to her fingers. Her eyes widened in delight as she felt the sweet, tangy flavor coating her tongue, and she licked her fingers clean, savoring every last bit. It was candy, Halloween candy to be exact, and she owed it all to you – her Scat God.
You had been away on business again, and Amanda had been left to miss you terribly. But during those long, lonely nights when she needed someone to fill her empty shell with passion and filth, she had remembered the pleasure and excitement you brought her when you first opened up her world to scat play. And so she had indulged in the candy, hoping against hope that it would bring back some of those intense feelings.
As she looked down at the marshmallow ghosts – one still in its wrapper, the other sticking out of her asshole like a little white beacon of deviancy – Amanda felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. She remembered how you used to love pushing these little candies into her ass while she moaned and wriggled beneath you. Her body ached for that touch, that feeling of being so thoroughly claimed and possessed.
She pushed the second ghost in further, feeling it slide easily under the pressure of her constipation. Her asshole was already so stuffed full of candy – chocolates, lollipops, fake blood-colored gummies – that the new arrival barely caused a ripple. But it did make her dizzy with excitement, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.
Amanda playfully fingered herself through her tight, black pants, jamming one hand forcefully into her panties and rubbing fiercely at her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined you were there with her, sliding your fingers inside her wet, sticky folds while she grunted and moaned around your cock. The thought was enough to make her cum, her mouth filling with hot, sticky spunk as she came down from her high.
With a contented sigh, she bent over to pick up the dirty tissues scattered around her feet, careful not to touch any of the candy that littered the floor. As she collected her mess, Amanda couldn't help but feel grateful for the relationship that allowed her such freedom and pleasure. She loved knowing that there was someone out there who shared her most depraved desires, someone who made her feel alive and wanted.
And so she waited, fingers still sought deep inside herself, for the moment when you would walk through that door and sweep her off her feet once again. Because even though she was covered in cum and candy, and her ass was stretched to its limit with foreign objects, there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in your arms.
