
This story contains sexual acts, words, and themes.  If 
you are under 21, go away.  If you think this isn't 
'normal' where you are from, go away.  If, on the other 
hand, you think it IS normal, and you are of legal 
age... keep on reading.

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Hi all!  I haven't written in a while... life is still 
all chaotic and twirly (I love that line - its from 
'Friends', BTW).  But I popped this off this afternoon 
while I was feeling in the mood for a rumble.  LOL  If 
you like it, why not email me?  You can check out the 
rest of my stories at www.asstr.org/~Pami (thanks to 
Rey and Rui Jorge) or groups.yahoo.com/group/Pamistuf.


"A Walk on the Wild Side" 
by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)
(M/F, bond, f-dom)


James was enjoying a nice stiff Jack and coke... his 
favorite drink after a long work week.  James worked 
hard as a welder at one of the local plants, and he 
didn't much care to do anything more than this on a 
Friday evening.  Later, he would pick his woman for the 
night and go bust a nut deep inside her wet willing 
pussy.  Life was good.  

The bar was smokey and he stared into the mirror facing 
his bar stool.  He was a handsome bugger, he decided 
for the umpteenth time, through the liquor-related fog 
that was invading his mind.  He smiled, and saw a 
curly-haired guy in his mid-30's smile back at him in 
the mirror.  He winked at himself, lazily closing one 
long-lashed eyelid over the sea-blue irises that drove 
the women, and sometimes the men, wild.  He hated it 
when the homos hit on him.  Couldn't they tell that he 
liked WOMEN, for Christ's sake!  

He rubbed a hand over the scruffy shadow of beard on 
his face.  Sometimes James just couldn't stand the 
thought of shaving. Sometimes he thought he just liked 
to drive the women wild with lust as he diddled their 
clit with the roughness covering his chin.  He loved to 
eat pussy, as long as the woman was clean, and he loved 
watching a woman come over and over again from between 
his thighs as he licked and sucked her cunt until her 
entire body sagged with exhaustion.  It wasn't that he 
was a generous lover, it was just that James had 
learned early in life that if you gave a chick a few 
climaxes that she would let you do just about anything 
to her.  He smirked as he remembered last week.  

He had left that night with a college slut.  She was 
young; had perky tits with nipples that showed right 
through her little T-shirt.  He had known from the 
moment their eyes had met in the mirror early that 
evening that they would end up in the sack.  She had 
been a wild bitch, alright... what was her name now?   
Alice... Allyson... Amy... some "A" name was about all 
James could remember about it.  She'd come for the 
first time in the car, while James had driven back to 
his place, one hand on the steering wheel, the other 
buried in the chick's sopping cunt.  After about six or 
seven comes, she'd been willing to do anything James 
wanted.  His pupils dilated as he remembered how she 
had even licked out his asshole when he told her to.  
He wasn't a queer, but James had learned what kind of 
thrills some good analingus could give him.  He'd 
gotten his rocks off three times, and then he'd given 
her cab fare and sent her back to her dorm.  He said 
he'd call, but he knew he wouldn't... once James had a 
woman, he didn't want her again.  Variety is the spice 
of life, he'd decided after he'd realized with his 
looks and charm he could score as many women as he 
wanted.

James finished off his drink and gestured to the 
bartender for another.  James was a regular, but he 
didn't really have any buddies at the bar.  He was 
there for the liquor and the pussy.  That was it. 

He took a swig of the stiff drink the barkeep plunked 
down in front of him and started looking through the 
crowd.  It was about time for the evening's festivities 
to begin, he decided.  Which bitch would he fuck the 
brains out of tonight, he wondered.

James knew many of the women in the club.  Either they 
worked at the plant in some capacity or else they lived 
around the area.  And then there were the ones he'd 
already had.  He looked down toward the pool tables and 
enjoyed the lovely ass of the chick bent over trying to 
make her shot in the corner pocket.  Her spandex pants 
defined supple thighs and when she stood up and turned 
towards him, he noticed the silver navel ring showing 
just below the hem of her top.   She was a brunette, 
with long wavy dark hair, and her tits looked pretty 
pert.  36B, James thought, expertly, and wondered how 
big her nips were.  He had noticed that there was not 
any relation between the size of a woman's tits and how 
big her nipples really were.  He liked titty fucking, 
and he loved to pinch a woman's nipples as he ran his 
schlong between her fun bags.  James decided... this 
chick was the one.  She looked to be about 25 or so, 
and his cock was already twitching at the thought of 
her beneath him.  He called the bartender over and told 
him to give her a drink and put it on his tab.  

He watched and smiled as the waitress took a long-
necked beer over to the hottie.  The woman looked at 
him, giggled, and then she actually DECLINED the beer! 
 James felt his face flush with the insult.  He glared 
at her as she said something to the guys she was 
shooting pool with and they all looked at him and 
laughed.

Dammit!  James spun back to face the mirror over the 
bar.  He wasn't used to having his invitation declined, 
and in such a humiliating manner particularly pissed 
him off.  He glared at a couple of the other guys in 
the mirror, noticing their amused looks directed at 
him.  James hadn't exactly won a whole lot of male 
friends.  He figured they were just jealous of his 
prowess with the ladies.  Or else they were fags and 
they didn't like the way James was off-limits.

James looked down at the drink in his hand and thought 
a little.  It didn't matter.  The bitch was probably 
frigid anyway, he thought to himself.  

Suddenly James was pushed forward on his barstool, 
right into the edge of the bar.

"What the fuck..." burst out of his mouth as he turned 
to glare at the person who had rammed into him.

"Gee, I'm sorry," came out of a generously formed mouth 
that was covered with some red lipstick.  James looked 
up into a set of black eyes set in what was undeniably 
a drop-dead fuck-me gorgeous redhead.  The hell with 
the bitch playing pool, James instantly decided, THIS 
was the woman of the night.

He smiled at her, consciously turning on the charm.  
"Well, now, that's gonna cost you, miss.  I can't just 
let you bang into me that way and then run off.  How 
about I buy you a drink and we make nice?  My name's 
James.  And your is?"

"Candace," the woman responded, with her own smile 
answering his.  James got up off his stool and offered 
it to her, quickly checking out her body as she 
situated herself on the stool.  And what a bod it was, 
he thought, hormones beginning to speed up.

"Candace?" he asked her ingenuously, "Or can I just 
call you 'Candy'?"  He leaned into her ear, "I just 
LOVE candy," he said, meeting her eyes in the mirror 
and enjoying the way she blushed but didn't back down 
from his stare.

"You can call me anything you want," Candace huskily 
answered, swivelling so that James was between her 
spread legs and leaning up to whisper to him.  "Just 
make sure you call me."

James was delighted.  A woman who knew how to play the 
game was just what he needed tonight.  They made small 
talk while he finished his drink and then he decided to 
cut to the chase.

Just as he opened his mouth to proposition her, the 
lady said "How about we get out of here, and let's see 
just how much you DO like 'candy'?"  She smiled at his 
look of lust and continued, "I only live about 10 miles 
away from here... how about my place?"

Normally James took his chicks home to his apartment, 
but he thought that going to her place would be cool.  
That way she wouldn't know where he lived and she 
couldn't pester him like a couple of the others had 
done in the past.  "Let's go, sweet cheeks," he said as 
he patted her ass as they threaded through the bar.  He 
caught the eye of the pool-playing bitch and gave her 
his best "I don't give a flying fuck" look as he cupped 
the cheek of the woman in front of him.  Let her wonder 
just what he could have done for her, James thought.

James agreed to leave his car at the bar.  He only 
lived a few blocks away anyway, and he could pick it up 
later.  Candace unlocked the doors to a white SUV, and 
climbed into the driver's seat.  James hopped into the 
passenger side and was thrilled to find Candace jumped 
on him as soon as he shut the door.

The kiss was long and hot, with their tongues dueling 
and flickering in and out of each other's mouths.  
James groaned as he felt her hand slide down to his 
crotch and cup his growing cock.  He reached his own 
hand out and latched onto her breast, kneading it and 
weighing it with his hand.  He easily found the nipple 
and pulled on it, eliciting a moan from the hot bitch.

She pulled away, panting.  "If we don't get going, we 
aren't gonna make it back to my place," she told him 
almost apologetically.  "I got so hot in that place 
just looking at your mouth and thinking about what it 
could do to me."

James reached down and shifted his prick so it was more 
comfortable in his jeans.  He looked up at Candace and 
smiled.  "The real thing is A LOT better than your 
wildest dreams, babe.  I am going to lick every inch of 
you until you beg me to stop.  And THEN, I am gonna do 
it some more."

Candace drove quickly, not exceeding the speed limit, 
but flirting with it.  James looked at her in the 
lights from the street lamps as they passed.  Her boobs 
were pretty big, maybe a 38D, he estimated, and he 
thought they seemed pretty firm for their size.  She 
wasn't as slim as the pool player, but she had a nice 
shape on her, with a slightly rounded belly that flared 
out to a generous set of hips.  Hips that were made for 
a man to grab onto as he fucked into her from behind, 
James smirked, anxious to do that very thing. 

They pulled into a driveway, and into a garage before 
James could see the house from the outside.  He just 
got a fleeting impression of a pretty large house, with 
a chimney silhouetted by the moonlight.

Candace turned off the engine and hopped out of the 
vehicle.  James followed her through a utility room 
into a really nicely appointed living room.  She pushed 
him down onto the leather couch and told him to hang on 
right there while she got them a couple of beers.  Then 
Candace leaned down and gave him a big wet kiss and 
added, "Why don't you get more comfortable, sexy?  Why 
waste time getting undressed later... strip for me 
now?" and she grinned at him as she eluded his grasp 
and went into another room.

James was horny as hell, and called after her to forget 
about the drinks, but she said she was thirsty, and was 
he STILL clothed, cause she wasn't.

At that statement, James figured what the hell, and he 
stripped down to his birthday suit.  He slowly stroked 
his cock while he waited for Candy to come back, 
fantasizing about her soft lips wrapped around his 
shaft as she sucked him off.  He felt a twinge and 
looked down to see a drop of pre-cum puddle at the eye. 
 
Candy's hand suddenly appeared from out of nowhere as 
her forefinger dabbed at the wetness, and James watched 
as she raised the finger to her mouth and smeared it 
over her lips, licking the residue off her hand.  Then 
she leaned into him.  "Kiss me," she almost commanded 
him, and James did.  He could taste something slightly 
bitter on her and he knew it was himself.  He was half 
disgusted and almost against his will slightly excited 
by the thought.  

He pulled away from her and glanced down.  "Candy... Oh 
God... I am going to LOVE this Candy..." he groaned as 
he looked at her nude form.  

Her body was a perfect woman's body, he thought.  Her 
tits sagged just the tiniest bit from their weight, and 
were capped with a set of half-dollar sized dark pink 
nipples that were just begging to be sucked.  Her body 
tapered to a waist that made her look top-heavy, and 
her skin was milky-white with a reddish tinge showing 
that she was a live woman, and not some sculpture made 
of alabaster or marble.  Her hips were as generous as 
he hoped, and her pussy was lightly covered with fur... 
just enough, he thought.  She had taken her ponytail 
out and her auburn hair fell just below her shoulder in 
a riot of curls.  James mentally patted himself on the 
back.  Candy was FAR sexier than that other chick at 
the bar.

She handed him a bottle of beer and gestured to make a 
toast.  He raised one eyebrow at her as she spoke.  "To 
a night that neither of us will ever forget."  

"Here, here," James answered as they both drank.  He 
took a sip and made to put the bottle down to get on 
with things, but Candy stopped him.  

"No fair... I drank mine.. You need to finish yours 
too," she mock-pouted at him as she sank to her knees 
before him, taking his mostly hard dick into her hand. 
 
James smiled lazily, "Nah... I don't need any more to 
drink...I just need something to eat."  And he winked 
at her.

"Nope... not a thing more till you finish every last 
drop," Candace teased him, opening her mouth and 
running her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock 
in a line of fire.

James sighed.  Fine, if that was the way she wanted to 
play it, he'd just finish the damn thing, and then she 
had better finish what she was starting.  He upended 
the bottle and chugged the rest of alcohol down, 
slamming the bottle back onto the coffee table.

"Mmm... good boy," Candace purred.  "Now you shall get 
your reward," she commented as she opened her mouth and 
began licking him with the flat roughness of her 
tongue.  

James ran his hands through her thick mane as he 
enjoyed the sensations that a good blow job could give 
him.  He stumbled back a step or two as Candace sucked 
him particularly hard.  "Jesus!" he mumbled, thinking 
that maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer.

"Are you okay, sexy?" Candy looked up at him as she 
took her mouth off of him.

James blinked as he looked down and saw two bitches at 
his feet.  "Maybe I should sit down for a minute, 
babe," he told her.  He gathered himself together.  
"Then you can get back to playing lollipop, 'kay?"

Candace smiled at him. "Sure thing, baby... I just want 
to inhale every inch of you..."

James felt a queasy feeling run through him, and he 
plopped heavily down on the leather sofa.  Immediately, 
Candy was next to him, licking his ear, and whispering 
nasty suggestions about what she wanted him to do to 
her.  Normally, James would have gotten even more 
excited by her dirty talk, but he felt a wave of 
dizziness run through him, and he leaned his head back 
against the cushion.  The last thing he heard was 
Candy's sexy voice, "Just a minute....almost there..."

***************************

James groaned as he awoke.  He was standing, or 
hanging, was more like it, with his arms outstretched 
slightly above his head.  He pulled one, but it didn't 
move.  He opened his eyes, and couldn't see anything.  
"Huh?" he muttered, realizing that he was blindfolded. 
 He pulled harder, with both arms, but they held fast. 
 He was attached somehow and he couldn't move them.  
His legs were spread as well, and as he tried to kick, 
he discovered that they were restrained also.  "What 
the fuck?!" he asked aloud and was not surprised to 
hear a feminine laugh answer him.

"Awww.... poor baby... Are you feeling better, sweet 
cheeks?" Candy's voice mocked him as her hand trailed 
across his exposed ass.  


James' queasiness had abated, and he was back in 
fighting form.  "Listen, bitch, you had better just let 
me down" he angrily started but was interrupted by 
Candy again.

"Or else, stud?  Or else what?  Or else you are going 
to beat me up?  Tsk, tsk... bad manners, threatening a 
lady like that, Jimmy-boy," she snickered, slapping his 
ass with her bare hand as she admonished him.

James thought as quickly as he could, deciding that he 
would try to wheedle her into letting him go, then get 
the hell out of there.  "C'mon, Candy... if you untie 
me, I will make you feel better than anyone else ever 
has or could.  I'll do anything you want.  I'll lick 
your pussy till you cry.  C'mon, Candy..."

CRACK!

Candace's hand came down sharply across his bare 
buttocks, startling a yelp out of James.  "I HATE to be 
called 'Candy', buddy-boy.  You will address me as 
Candace from now on.  Understand?"

"Okay, okay, Candy-er-uh CandACE" he stuttered, 
startled by the no-nonsense tone in her voice.

"Better," Candace purred, "But not quite good enough.  
MISS Candace, if you please."  She paused.  "Now SAY 
it," she commanded, punctuating her statement with 
another smack to his bottom.

James was getting pissed at the little slaps and smacks 
and he was not too thrilled about the way this was 
going, but knew that he needed to get his hands free 
before he could turn the tables on this little bitch.

"Yes, Miss Candace," James said dutifully.

"That was SO much better," she responded.  Suddenly 
James was startled to feel her hand touch his limp 
member.  "See what you get when you are a good boy," 
she told him, from in front of him now as her hand 
caressed and teased his prick into an excited state, 
almost against his will.  

James hadn't given up on trying to get away from this 
psycho, but he discovered that his mind hadn't really 
informed his penis that they were in trouble here.  The 
twitches and shudders that ran up his cock as it 
hardened were delicious, he discovered from behind his 
blindfold.  Maybe this was it.  Maybe it was just that 
she was a kinky chick who got off on taking advantage 
of helpless males.  James moaned as Candace's other 
hand cupped his balls while she tugged at his dick.  
She sure knew her way around a cock, he thought as he 
enjoyed the sensations running through him.



"Ahhh... you like this, I think, little Jimmy," her 
hateful voice purred at him.  "You like someone playing 
with your teeny-weeny, don't you, sweetheart?  C'mon... 
tell me.  Tell Miss Candace that you like it when 
someone plays with your peeny."  She squeezed the shaft 
and then smeared the wetness of pre-cum on his lips.   
"Go ahead, Jimmy.  Taste it.  See what a naughty boy 
tastes like."

Almost against his will, James licked his lips.  He 
felt like he HAD to... he couldn't really explain why. 
 He just did.  And he felt the same revulsion and 
attraction to the taste of his own fluids as he had 
before.  

"Mmm... yummy, isn't it, Jimmy?  Come on.. Tell me you 
want more," she cajoled him as her hands continued to 
manipulate his fully erect cock, sending more messages 
to his brain that he liked this.  

James didn't make a peep.  He certainly wasn't going to 
TELL this chick that he was getting off on the taste of 
his own pre-cum.  That was sick, and his brain didn't 
even want to admit that it was possible.  
Unfortunately, his rational side seemed to be taking a 
break, and he struggled to maintain what was left of 
his dignity. 

"I said, TELL me, Jimmy!" Candace raised her voice, and 
as she squeezed his balls sending messages of pain 
exploding through his body, he felt the crack of 
something hard against his ass.  

"OW!" James yelped.  Wait a minute, he thought.  She's 
jacking my dick and touching my balls.  How can she 
be... "OW!" he yelled again as she squeezed his 
testicles and he felt a harder slap against his ass.  
Oh My Gawd, James thought, she isn't ALONE!  WHO IS 
SMACKING MY ASS?!

Candace laughed.  "Ahhh... I see you have figured it 
out.  I have at least one other person with me.  Maybe 
two.  Maybe ten.  What do you think about that, Jimmy-
boy?" she continued to work on his cock which was 
trying to go limp with fear.  "Oh no, sweet cheeks... 
we can't let this bad boy go hide... we wanna SEE that 
piece of meat you are so proud of, don't we?" she asked 
her unknown companions.  "Just give up and let it go, 
Jimmy," she crooned as she leaned closer to him.  "You 
know it feels good.  Now, tell me you want me to keep 
playing with your peeny, baby...c'mon..."

James was scared out of his mind, but he couldn't deny 
that her hands made him horny as hell.  Even the pain 
from the couple of spanks he had gotten couldn't cover 
the pleasure he was getting from her touch.  What the 
hell, he thought, if he played along, she'd HAVE to let 
him loose sooner or later.  "Yes, Can...OW!  Yes, Miss 
Candace.   Please, touch my cock...OW!" he yelped as he 
was spanked again.  "Please touch my penis...OW!  
Please touch my peeny and make me feel good," he 
finished finally.

"Now was that so hard?" Candace's voice came from 
somewhere around knee level.  "Look at what good boys 
get..." and with that, his hard cock was sucked into 
her hot, wet, sucking mouth.

"Je-SUS!" James cried as he enjoyed the sensations that 
had engulfed his sensitive shaft.  "Please, Can...OW!  
Please, Miss Candace... suck me.... please.... oh... 
god...." he moaned and pleaded, not even stopping when 
the paddle came down on his ass, reminding him of the 
proper form of address for his tormentor.


Candace's mouth licked and nibbled and sucked, bringing 
James such pleasure that he swore he wanted to be 
blindfolded for every single one of his blow jobs from 
here till eternity.  It was true, he thought, that when 
you are deprived of sight, the other senses are more 
acute.  He certainly found that he could concentrate 
more on the throbbing of his cock inside Candace's wet 
mouth.  The suction she was exerting on him would put a 
Hoover vacuum to shame, James thought, when he could 
think in between slurps.  Her hands cupped his ass, 
bringing his dick closer to where she was kneeling, 
pulling him against his bonds.  James didn't even care 
that there was someone else watching anymore, he just 
wanted to enjoy the amazing art of fellatio of which 
this chick was a master...or mistress.

Her fingers slowly separated his ass cheeks, and James 
stiffened slightly as he felt her finger touch his 
bunghole.  Jesus, the chick is going to put her finger 
up my ass, he thought to himself.  He didn't really 
care, in fact, he kind of liked it, but usually he had 
to convince a woman to do that to him.  Hell, this 
Candy was his kind of chick.  Kinky as hell, but she 
sure knew what felt good.

Her finger pushed against his backdoor, and slid up 
about an inch into him.  James groaned, and he felt her 
sucking mouth come off of him.  "Do you like that, 
Jimmy-boy?  Do you like it when I fuck you with my 
finger?" she coaxed him.

"Yes, Can...OW!" the spanker was still back there, and 
as he got sharply smacked across his left cheek, he 
began again.  "Yes, Miss Candace.  I like it."  He 
paused.  "OW!  I like it when you fuck me with your 
finger," he finished, guessing that was what they were 
waiting for.

"Mmmmm... good boy," Candace drawled huskily and as he 
felt her finger withdraw and then thrust back inside.  
Thicker this time.  Two fingers, he would guess from 
the size of them.  Strangely, it didn't hurt at all, 
James thought.  She must be using some lube.  

As she slightly spread her fingers inside his hole, she 
suddenly swallowed his cock all the way to the root, as 
she started sucking with even more force than before.  
James thought his entire body was going to be sucked 
out of his penis, and he groaned in pleasure.  Damn, 
the chick could even deep throat.  It might be 
worthwhile to see this one again, he thought hazily as 
his brain soared even higher on the pleasure shooting 
through his body.  He was gonna come soon, he thought. 
 Just a few more minutes of the dual attack of her 
fingers on his prostate and her mouth on his cock, and 
he was willing to bet he would shoot a load of come in 
her mouth that would make her drown.

As his balls drew up tight, he felt Candace pull her 
fingers out of his ass, but she kept sucking at him.  
Just her mouth was going to be enough to send him over 
the edge.  He opened his mouth to warn her that he was 
about to explode, but then he figured why should he 
bother.  She deserved to have his jism make her gag for 
what she had done to him.  He felt her fingers at his 
rosebud again, and he grunted as she shoved what felt 
like three fingers into him this time.  It stung a 
little, but when she passed them over his special spot 
inside, it felt incredible.  

"Aw, Gawd," James yelled as he felt his testicles start 
to force his sap up the length of his cock.  He blinked 
as the blindfold was ripped off his face and he looked 
down to see a man's face at his crotch.  Je-SUS!  A GUY 
was giving him the best blowjob of his life!  And he 
heard Candace's chuckle in his ear.

"That's right Jimmy-boy.  I'm fucking you in the ass, 
and a queer is giving you a blowjob."  James couldn't 
stop the orgasm.   "What does that make you?" 

James blinked again as lights flashed in his eyes.  Was 
that the blonde from last weekend?  What the fuck was 
her name?  And she had a CAMERA?! 

James tried to block it all out, but the dildo scraped 
over his prostate one more time and he came harder than 
he thought he ever had in his life.  The spurts were 
long and painful, and the guy at his knees just smiled 
and swallowed it all down.

Candace pulled her strap-on out of James and whispered 
in his ear.  "That's for Ann-Marie, Jimmy-boy.  Can't 
wait for round two, can you?"
