Candy
December 4th
“How about a dance? Just for me?” Cupid asked as he slouched back in the red plush chair that was beside the fake fireplace.
“I just danced for you out there?” I smiled, swaying my hips as I walked towards him.
“I want a full monty dance. Here and now.”
“Oh really?” I stood with my legs on either side of his and pulled my dress up so my legs were exposed to him. “I had something else I wanted to do.” I ran my hands up his thighs and pulled at the elastic waistband of his red trousers until his cock sprang free. As I lowered my head and licked his full length my wavy hair fell around him like a curtain. He gathered it all up in his hand as I swallowed him. He groaned as his head fell back against the chair and I noticed under his fake white beard that he had a chin full of dark stubble.
“Fuck, Candy. I love seeing those blue eyes staring up at me as I pump myself in and out of your mouth.” His free hand fingered my mask and I moved my head back as he was about to remove it.
“We’ll get chucked out if you do that.” I pointed at the camera in the room and he exhaled in frustration. We weren’t even supposed to talk as much as we did.
He patted his lap as he pushed his trousers down to around his ankles, he grabbed a Christmas condom off the side table and slid it over his impressive length. These condoms tasted of mulled wine, mince pies or Christmas puddings. It was strange but enjoyable.
I placed my hand on his shoulder as I straddled his lap. His large hands gripped my backside and he lifted me until I was hovered over him.
“Please,” I pleaded.
His lips turned up in a little grin as he lowered me down and stretched me open. His length was impressive and when his hips bucked off his seat I could feel him all the way to my cervix.
I moaned when he popped open all the buttons on the front of my dress and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I wanted to rip that beard off; it got in the way. When I kissed him it never felt completely right, the funny feel of that fake beard was annoying as hell.
I longed for the day we would just be Eve and…? I hated that I didn’t even know his name let alone anything else about him. What did he do for a living? Did he have a big family? Who was his best friend?
I was just about to come when he started moving us. He shuffled across the floor as his trousers were still around his ankles. My back hit the soft bed and I screamed out in pleasure as he rocked his hips into mine. My body erupted in hot flames and my fingernails dug into his back, causing his own orgasm to release. He groaned loud in my ear as he collapsed on top of me.
“Can’t breathe,” I whispered.
He chuckled as he pushed himself to his hands and looked down to me.
“I gotta get going.” He pulled out of me and I gasped as his long cock dragged over my walls, causing my vagina to spasm and pulse.
“Yeah, I best get home too. I won’t be here tomorrow night.”
“No worries.” I watched as he yanked the condom off, tied a knot in the end and walked into the bathroom with his clothing back in place.
I jumped up from the bed, grabbed my dress and quickly shoved it on. My heels, hat and mask had stayed on the whole time.
Cupid didn’t seem bothered that he wasn’t going to see me tomorrow. I felt deflated, so I left the room before he appeared back from the bathroom. On my way out I stopped by the lockers and passed them the key for my coat, phone and house keys. I was glad that I had bought it as the rain was heavy and the wind was strong. Luckily there was a taxi waiting on the side of the road. I tapped on his window and he motioned for me to climb in.
“Wakeford Drive, please.”
Luckily I didn’t live too far away, within ten minutes I was outside my apartment block.
“Thank you. Keep the change.” I said as I handed him a tenner. I pushed the car door open and ran up the front steps, pushing open the main door after I typed in the code on the panel. I only lived on the second floor so I decided to take the stairs. I got out my key as I ambled towards my front door, unlocked it and slammed it shut behind me. I pulled off my mask and hat and threw them on the coffee table as I passed by. I undressed as I walked, kicking off my heels and yanking my dress off over my head and leaving it laying on the bedroom floor. I stepped out of my underwear and climbed straight into bed. I loved that I still smelt like Cupid but I was also feeling down that he wasn’t in the same place that I was. I really wanted to see where a potential relationship would go. But he obviously didn’t feel the same. I wouldn’t cry over him, I had to get my head on straight and just have fun with him for the rest of the month, and then I would find a way to move on.