In the dimly lit room, Candy was sprawled naked on a table, her long legs bent at the knees and spread wide. Her round ass, Adams apple, and thick cock jutted out, calling for attention. It was clear what she had in store for herself as she began to groan with anticipation. She slowly lowered her mouth to her asshole, tongue darting out to taste the tangy residue there. Her hands reached between her legs, playing with her clit as she took her cock between her lips, slowly sucking on it while her ass hole remained within her reach.
Her striped, shaved cock was already slick with saliva as she began to stroke it rhythmically, her head bobbing slowly up and down as she moaned in ecstasy. Her free hand reached behind her, feeling for the anal plug she kept hidden from view. As it slid into place, filling her completely, Candy gasped audibly, her breath catching in her throat. She began to rock her hips back and forth, meeting the rhythm of her hand that now grasped her cock tightly.
Suddenly, she felt another presence in the room. It was dark, but she could make out the shape of someone else, watching her. There was no hesitation; she was too far gone to be shy now. With a determined look on her face, Candy worked the plug in and out of her ass, feeling the familiar stretch and burn spread through her lower regions. Her cock twitched in her hand, leaking pre-cum as she stroked it harder, faster, driven by the erotic sensations pouring over her body.
A loud gasp filled the room as Candy felt something press aginst her prostate. Her knees buckled slightly, and she arched her back, moaning louder than before. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, and she knew it was only going to get better. With her free hand, she reached back to stroke the intruder, feeling the hardness of his cock throbbing against her skin.
His fingers bit into her flesh as he roughly pulled her closer, sliding his cock into her ass slowly while she moaned in approval. It hurt, but it felt good too -naughty even. With every thrust, she felt herself getting wetter, hotter, ready for more. He picked up the pace, driving deeper and faster, hitting her sweet spot with each powerful thrust.
Candy let out a long, low moan as her senses were overtaken by the feeling of being taken roughly from behind. She gripped the edges of the table harder, digging her fingers into the wood as she pushed back against him. Their hips slapped together in a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He grabbed her hair forcefully, yanking her head back so he could watch her face contort in agony and ecstasy.
As he picked up speed, she screamed out in delight, her body shaking uncontrollably as she finally orgasmed hard. Her walls clenched tightly around him, milking his cock as she came. His hands found her clit, expertly rubbing it in a circular motion until she came down from her high, still panting heavily.
Pleased with himself, he pulled out slowly, groaning in approval at the sight of the strings of cum that trailed from her ass. With one last smack to her plump cheeks, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Candy sprawled on the table, breathing heavily and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Smiling, she reached back, grabbing the now half-empty bottle of lube, ready for another round.
She lay there for a moment, savoring the memory of his rough lovemaking and the achingly satisfying mess he left behind. She knew it wouldn't be long before she found another willing participant to help her clean up -or rather, to join in on the fun. Candy was addicted to the feeling of being used, of sharing her body so openly and shamelessly, of being nothing more than a cock-hungry hole for others' pleasure. And with her reputation preceding her, the line of willing candidates was never-ending.
