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 THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH By DL Sloan

   CHAPTER 3: EVERYBODY NEEDS A PIECE OF CANDI Dr.  Virgil had made all the
arrangements and Candi's father was quickly wheeled into a private room. 
After examining him and running some tests, they determined that he was too
weak for any surgery and would need plenty of rest and treatment to build
his strength.  It was going to be a long road.

   While he was telling us this, Virgil kept looking Candi up and down.  Of
course, she knew the deal and wasn't surprised by his leering.  Candi had
initially put on a pair of sensible jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt, but
when I had struck the deal with Virgil, I had made her change into a
mini-skirt, thong and halter top with no bra.  It was far from scandalous,
but certainly showed enough to let Virgil know what he was getting out of
the deal.  Her dark nipples were partially erect through her white halter
top and her long legs were well displayed by the skirt and heels
combination.

   Virgil was about my age with the rugged body of a former amateur boxer,
which he was.  He was tall - about 6-2 - with dark hair, steely blue eyes
and a constant 5 o'clock shadow.  He always looked either cocky, angry or
serious when I saw him.  Right now, he was cocky, trying to sound smart as
he condescendingly explained the situation to Candi.

   "I understand, Doctor," Candi said.  "Thank you so much for helping my
father."

   "You're welcome," Dr.  Virgil said, glancing toward me.  I nodded
slightly.  "And I understand you're extremely interested in our financial
assistance plan.  Your father is in good hands now, so why don't you come
with me to my office and I'll explain it further."

   I told Candi that I was going to go home and get some rest before my
first patients of the day.  I told her to go home after she was through
with Dr.  Virgil and get some sleep.  "You'll start working for me tomorrow
morning at 9," I said.  "I think you know what to wear, don't you?"

   "Yes sir," Candi said.

   She left with Dr.  Virgil and I headed straight to Frankie's apartment.
I snuck in with me key, listening for any noises or indications that she
was awake.  Hearing none, I stripped off my clothes and padded quietly
toward her bedroom.  She was laying on her back, eyes closed, mouth
slightly opened.  I approached and gently pulled down the sheets, exposing
her breasts.  She stirred, but did not awaken.

   Holding my cock in my hand, I started jacking off, studying her tits and
thinking about what Candi was likely doing to Virgil right now.  I took aim
and fired away, shooting a big wad right into Frankie's mouth.  She awoke
with a start, sitting up just in time to catch my next shot on the chin. 
Gaining her senses, she scrambled toward me opening her mouth to catch the
next three shots before covering my cock with her mouth and taking the last
half of my load directly down her throat.

   After she swallowed and cleaned me, I pushed her back on the bed, put
her legs over her head and played two-hole, alternating my cock between her
ass and pussy, drilling both with a power and intensity that Frankie was
now accustomed to and craved.  She came repeatedly, as she often did,
begging me to do it harder, deeper, to split her open and fuck her all day.
I did my best to accommodate her requests, stretching those tight holes to
their limits with a furious pounding that few women would have been able to
take.  But Frankie loved it.  She was made for it and I gave it to her.  I
doused her big tits with cum and watched her lick it all off while I told
her about Candi and Dr.  Virgil.

   I told Frankie to take the day off and left her all sticky and happy as
I went home.  I saw two regular patients, then prepared for Amber, a new
Hooters girl who was going to be stopping by at 4.  Just about 3 p.m., I
was surprised by a messenger dropping off a disk.  There was a note
attached: "Took the liberty of recording this.  Thought you might enjoy the
show.  She's even better than the twins!  Thanks for the tasty treat!  Dr.
Virgil."
I anxiously put the disk in and watched the video on my large-screen
plasma TV.  The camera was set in a corner of his office, apparently hidden
since Candi never looked it.  I decided there was no reason to tell her

about it.

   Virgil was very aware of the camera and made sure to keep Candi between
it and himself as he stripped off her clothes.  He made her bend over, her
ass pointed at the camera, as he played with her thong and slapped her ass
before pulling the panties off her long legs.  He turned her away from him
and cupped her tits, squeezing those big nipples, aiming them straight at
the hidden camera while he made excited faces behind her back.

   He turned her back around and pushed her to her knees, presenting his
cock - a full six inches shorter than mine - to her.  She gobbled it up
easily, deep-throating him easily, employing the many techniques we had
refined during our all-night session.  I thought about how exhausted she
must be, yet she just kept sucking.

   Virgil was looking at the camera most of the time, pointing down at
Candi or giving a thumbs up, in general acting like a frat boy showing off
his prize Porsche that his rich daddy had bought for him.  He was too
excited and Candi was too talented for him to last long and he came quickly
in her mouth.  She swallowed his load, no doubt noticing the drastic
difference in volume from mine.

   He kissed on her and played with her tits and pussy for a while until he
got hard again, then bent her over his desk and fucked her pussy.  He
lasted much longer this time and gave her pussy a good ride.  I noticed she
didn't cum, though.  Finally, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass.
Then, glancing at the clock, he sent her off to clean up.  He walked
proudly toward the camera once she was out of the room, wagging his now
soft cock and holding up two fingers, indicating the number of times he had
just fucked hot Candi.  The camera switched off and that was it.

   Just watching Candi in action made me hard and I was anxious for my next
appointment to show up.  She never did for some reason, so at 4:30, I
jumped in my car and went to Candi's house.  She answered the door after a
couple of knocks - I made a mental note to get a key from her so this delay
wouldn't be necessary and I could enjoy 24-hour access such as I had with
Frankie.  She was wearing a long white t-shirt that came down to her
mid-thighs and had obviously just woken up.

   "Couldn't wait until tomorrow," I said, pulling open my pants to show
her my cock.  I pushed her back into the house and followed, locking the
door behind me.  I pulled her shirt off her then tugged down her white
cotton panties.  I picked her up and carried her to the couch, throwing her
down on her back.  I was so hot that I fucked even harder and faster than
usual.  Her pussy was barely wet when I pulled out and fed her a load of
hot, sticky cum that dwarfed Virgil's pathetic output.

   "So, how was Dr.  Virgil?" I asked.

   "He was OK, I guess," Candi said.  "He's not very nice, but I guess I
can't complain since he's doing me such a big favor."

   "That's right," I said.  "But I don't like him much either."

   "Did you get enough sleep?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I think so," she said.

   "Good.  Then why don't you go take a shower and let's go out and have
some fun.  I bet you could use a nice dinner."

   "Sounds great!" Candi said.

   I took the liberty of looking around in her closet while she was
showering.  She was woefully low on slutty attire and I made a mental note
to give her some money to go shopping.  In the meantime, I had ample
clothing at the house she could wear.  But as far as tonight was concerned,
I was going to have to be a little more creative.

   I found a business suit with a skirt, blouse and vest.  I wasn't
interested in the skirt or the blouse, but the vest would work nicely.  It
was a cream color and had just two buttons near the bottom.  It wasn't
designed to cover her breasts, which were supposed to be covered by a bra
and the blouse.  Since she would be wearing neither, the idea of the vest
intrigued me.

   I also found a pair of gray athletic shorts.  They probably fit her
perfectly and wouldn't be considered particularly sexy or revealing under
normal circumstances, but a little work, I thought they would be quite
appealing.

   I had these items for her when she came out of the shower.  She put on
red thong first, then the shorts.  As expected, they fit her perfectly
normally, come to mid-thigh, not overly tight.  So, I pulled them up as far
as I could until her camel toe was revealed and the shorts covered only a
few inches of her thighs.  Then, I rolled down the tops of the shorts until
the t-back of her thong came into view.  Her regular shorts were now
modified hot pants.  I made them even hotter by slicing a slit up both
sides to within an inch of the waistband at the top of the shorts.

   Then she put on the vest.  As expected, it took quite a bit of tucking
and tugging to get her breasts inside and keep them there.  A large portion
of her cleavage was visible and the pull of her big breasts made the vest
ride up so that it fell short of her belly button.  One false move and one
or both breasts would spill out.

   She still had her heels from the night before and she put those back on
to complete the picture.  "You look great," I said, looking her up and
down. "Definitely ready for a night on the town."

   I took her to a nice restaurant where she drew judging stares from some
and ogling from others, including our happy waiter.  During dinner, I
reminded Candi about my brother and how he could probably get her a
part-time job if she needed it.

   "I'm going to try to get by with just one job for now so I have time to
see my dad and repay you and Dr.  Virgil," Candi said, "but I appreciate it
and will definitely keep it in mind."

   "Yeah, I'll take you to meet him after we leave," I said.

   "Oh, is his house near here?" Candi asked.

   "No, but one of his clubs is," I said.  "You see, he owns strip clubs in
town.  Do you want to be a stripper for him?"

   "Not really," Candi said.  "But I suppose I could if I had to make more
money."

   "Sure you could," I said.  "Let's go meet him, just so he'll know who
you are if you ever need a job."

   I took her to the Sugar Shack, probably his nicest club and the one I
knew he'd be at tonight.  We went in and sat at one of the VIP tables.  A
waitress who I had fucked several times brought us our drinks and I told
her we were there to see my brother, Bart.  He's three years younger than
me and is the only person I've shared my inventions with.  He stopped
growing his cock at 10 inches and uses the cum producer and libido inducer
regularly.

   Candi and I watched a few of the girls on stage and I even bought a
table dance, letting Candi get a closeup view of how this all worked.  She
didn't seem shocked or offended, just interested, taking it all in.  I
didn't bother to tell her that there wasn't a girl in this building that I
hadn't fucked.  She'd learn all that soon enough.

   After about 20 minutes, Bart stopped by and I introduced him to Candi,
explaining her situation and how she might need a job in the future.

   "Well, you certainly have the right credentials," Bart said, nodding
toward her tits and legs.  "Anytime you need a job, you just give me a
call."

   "Thank you, sir," Candi said.  "You've all been so nice to me."

   "No problem," Bart said.  "I hope your dad feels better.  Drinks are on
me tonight, so you two have fun."

   After an hour of lap dances, shots and more, Candi was trashed and I was
pretty horny.  Bart came by to see how we were doing.  I was doing just
fine.  I had Candi's top open and was playing with her tits.  She was
half-awake, giggling and stroking my cock through my pants.  "Take me home
and fuck me," Candi giggled.

   "Looks like you're going to have a fun night," Bart said.  He had his
share of hot pussy at his disposal, but he couldn't help but salivate at
Candi's hard body.

   "Sure am," I said.  "Care to join me?"

   "Really?"

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "I think she's up for it, don't you?"

   "Definitely."

   We left and took Candi to my house where George was diligently watching
the place.  Candi staggered into the house, drunk, her tits jiggling out of
her vest.  "George, meet Candi," I said.  George had seen this sort of
thing many times before and wasn't surprised by Candi's appearance.  But he
was surprised when I added, "Candi's our new receptionist starting tomorrow
morning.  Tonight's sort of an orientation.  Care to join us?"

   Now, George was a portly, older man, in his early 60s, but thanks to
Frankie, he had an outstanding sex life and a taste for fine pussy.  "Sure!
Are you sure it's OK?"

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "I think we're safe tonight and, besides, as an
employee, one of your perks is sex with the female staff.  Your options
just doubled!"

   "She looks like a fine choice, sir," George nodded, checking out Candi's
ass as she stumbled over the first stair to my upstairs living
accommodations.

   "She is," I assured him.  "I fucked her all last night and she's still
horny, so I figure the only way to put out this fire is with more cocks. 
She loves it any way she can get it.  What do you feel like, George, mouth,
ass or pussy?"

   George studied her for a moment and declared, "Pussy."

   "Pussy it is," I said.  "Bart, what's your pleasure?"

   "Gotta be ass," he said.

   "Then I'll just enjoy a fine blowjob," I said.  "Of course, we don't
have to stop at one.  I think there's plenty of time and opportunity for us
each to enjoy all the major attractions."

   I ripped Candi's clothes off and handed her to Bart to feel up while
George lay on the floor, his hard cock pointing straight up.  Bart and I
carefully lowered the drunk slut on to his cock.  Then, Bart pushed her
forward and inserted his cock into her ass.  I then knelt next to George
and pulled Candi's mouth toward my cock.  We quickly worked up a good
rhythm, filling her body with approximately two and a half feet of cock.

   Her exhausted, drunk body was half-limp as we squeezed and rubbed and
felt all over her, pushing and twisting her in all directions as we derived
pure pleasure from the amazing gifts Candi's body provided.

   George came first in her pussy, then held on for the ride as Bart and I
pounded away.  I pulled out and sprayed her face and then stepped back as
Bart pushed her to the floor and rolled her on her back, also dousing her
face with a load comparable to mine.  She was literally blanketed by a
sheet of cum, her face unrecognizable beneath our prodigious serving of man
sauce.  She was nearly passed out in her fucked, drunken stupor, but I
pinched her nipple lightly and got her attention, telling her to open her
mouth while I used a spoon to shovel large helpings of cum into her waiting
gullet.

   When she was mostly cleaned up, I let Bart and George tag team her ass
and pussy - George in her ass and Bart in her pussy, while I watched.  They
fucked her hard, tossing her lithe body around as they pounded her holes
and filled them with more wads of thick cream.  By the time they finished,
she was nearly unconscious, so I sent them home and carried her to my bed.
I let her sleep until the alarm went off at 7.  The first thing she saw
when she opened her eyes was my hard cock, which I tapped lightly against
her check before rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me.  I made
those tits jiggle so hard they nearly poked her eye out as I tossed her up
and down on my cock.

   "I don't even remember coming over here," she said when I was done.

   "Well, you were a little out of it," I said.  "But it's time to gather
your senses.  Go clean up and I'll find you something to wear for your
first day on the job."

   THE BAD DOCTOR'S SWEET TOOTH By DL Sloan

   CHAPTER 4: AN ALL-DAY SUCKER Despite being emotionally drained by her
father's illness, physically exhausted from 36 hours of virtually non-stop
fucking and dealing with a hangover, Candi looked fantastic for her first
day of work.  I dressed her in an all white leather catsuit.  It was skin
tight, hugging close to her braless tits and prominently displaying her
puffy cameltoe.  She wore high heels with red lipstick and her hair in a
ponytail.

   I was glad to see that Frankie seemed genuinely happy to see Candi.  Of
course, if she knew Candi had spent a second night in a row with me, she
might not have been so pleased.  No real need to tell her that, though.

   "Welcome aboard," Frankie said.  H"If you have any questions about
anything, just ask."

   While Frankie showed her around the office, I saw my first patient who
was complaining of a sore knee.  When I was done with him, I saw that my
next patient had cancelled.  I had a 45-minute window, so I called Candi
back into my office.  Now, it takes a lot to wear me out, but the last two
days had even worn me down a little.  I was in the rare mood for a long,
slow fuck.  Or in this case, suck.

   I sat on my couch and had Frankie sit next to me.  I pulled her tits out
and started sucking on them while I had Candi kneel down and start sucking
my cock.  "We're in no rush this time," I told her.  "Long and slow, like
an all-day sucker.  Got it?"

   "Yes sir." Instead of deep-throating me and bobbing her head up and down
as she fought back the urge to gag, this time she teased and licked my cock
a few inches at a time, spending a lot of time and attention on the head,
of course.  She licked and nibbled at my balls and ran her tongue up and
down the entire length of my shaft.  She sucked on just the head, then
stuffed it into her cheek and rubbed it along her gums.

   All the while, I played with Frankie's tits and let her stick her tongue
down my throat.  I just relaxed and enjoyed the female attention for a
while, finally noting that the next patient was due in about five minutes.
I let loose with my load, sending it streaming down Candi's throat.  As it
started to spill out, Frankie quickly dropped to the floor to lap up the
overflow.  They both used their talented mouths to clean me off, then
licked the cum off each other's faces.  I just watched, enjoying the show
and thinking what a great addition Candi was to the staff.

   I enjoyed that relaxed three-way so much, I decided to do the same thing
at lunch.  Candi once again put her overworked jaws to use, sucking my cock
for 55 minutes straight.  Never once did she stop or complain.  She just
kept using her tongue, lips, cheeks, throat and anything else she could
think of to please me.  I've had great blowjobs before, but never had I
experienced a girl with such remarkable talent AND stamina.  Even Frankie
was impressed, offering to switch at one point.

   "No," I said.  "Candi's doing great.  I think she could suck me 8 hours
a day if I asked her to.  Couldn't you?"

   "Mmm-hmm," was the muffled response as she continued her fine work.

   "But I bet she could use some support," I said.  "Frankie, why don't you
cheer her on?"

   Frankie hopped off the couch, tossing her top aside so that her bouncy
tits could fly free for me.  Making like a cheerleader, she jumped and
twirled as she formed a cheer in her head.

   "Yeah, Candi, she's so hot, She eats cock and cum a lot.  If she can't
suck it no one can She can please any man!  Go Candi!"

   Then she went right into another one:

   "Six inches, eight inches, 12 inches or more.  Wave your cock and she'll
drop to the floor!"

   Frankie bounced around, kicking her legs as her long dark hair flew
around and her tits jiggled invitingly.  I applauded her efforts, then told
her to go ahead and help Candi.  "You lick my balls and shaft," I
instructed, "let her take care of the head."

   I lay my head back, closed my eyes and just absorbed that pleasure
brought about by two very talented mouths.  They worked very well in
tandem, matching pacing and techniques, complementing one another as they
hummed a virtual symphony on my cock.  I held out for 55 minutes total
before bathing their tonsils in another creamy gusher.  As Candi headed
back to her desk, I wondered if her jaws would allow to her speak and
answer the phone.  I chuckled at the thought of giving her lock jaw through
extended blowjobs.  Explain that one to the dentist.

   That afternoon I only had follow-up appointments with existing employees
of my brothers.  I scheduled these to make sure I had a steady supply of
pussy.  After all, there wasn't a new girl every day looking for a job. 
So, I recycled some of my previous conquests.  While these were always
enjoyable - we're talking world-class babes here, so it's not like you get
tired of fucking them - I decided to have some more fun with my newest
employee.  Her stamina at sucking cock had me intrigued.  I decided to see
just how long she could go.

   I let her go to the hospital to visit her father and then instructed her
to come straight back to me.

   I invited Bart over to watch a football game, knowing that it would last
at least three hours.  I told him to bring whatever playmate he wanted or
that he could borrow Frankie if he wanted.  He chose Frankie, who was
willing to settle for my brother's two less inches in order to get fucked
good.

   I loved Candi in that catsuit, so I had her keep that on while Frankie
changed into a white tank top, cutoff shorts and some heels.

   "Here's the deal," I said to Candi as the game was getting ready to
start.  "I want to see just how long you can suck my cock.  I bet Bart that
you can suck it for the entire game, from start to finish.  If I'm right,
he'll pay for one week of your father's hospital stay.  If I'm wrong and
you can't do it, you have to strip at his club for a week with no pay."

   "OK," Frankie said.  "May I have some water?"

   "Yes, you can have a drink now and Bart agreed to let you take a
30-second break at the end of each quarter and a five-minute break at
halftime.  Otherwise, no stopping.  Even if I cum, you just swallow and
keep on sucking, understood?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Now, we have a side bet that Bart can't last a whole quarter without
cumming.  He has to let Frankie ride him or suck him or whatever she wants
to try.  If he can last a full quarter, she has to work for him for a week
and if he can't, he has to pay her $1,000."

   "Sounds like fun," Candi said.  "When do we start?"

   "Right now," I said, pointing to the TV.  "As soon as he kicks the ball,
you start.  OK, here we go."

   Bart and I were both sitting on separate couches, our respective cum
receptacles both positioned between our legs, sucking our cocks.  As you
would expect, Candi took it slow and easy, with lots of licking and kissing
and sucking, but also a few good deep throats and ball licks to keep things
exciting.

   Frankie, on the other hand, was working it hard already, deep throating
Bart, gagging and slurping on his cock, stroking his balls with her hand,
rubbing her tits against his thighs.  Both Bart and I just sat back, arms
folded across our chests, enjoying the fine service and the football game.

   But it didn't take long for Frankie to start getting to Bart.  She's an
incredibly beautiful and sexy woman with amazing talents, so I knew it
wouldn't be easy for him.  She had switched from cocksucking to riding his
cock, putting her tits in his face.  He kept making halfhearted efforts to
look around her to see the game, but put up little actual resistance as she
smothered him with her ample knockers.  She was riding and grinding him
with that tight little pussy that I knew so well.  She kept whipping her
long, soft dark hair in his face as she made an exaggerated show of
bouncing and writhing, her cries so loud I wasn't sure if she was cumming
or faking it.

   Either way, it got to Bart about halfway through the first quarter.  He
gave in, put his hands on her hips and flooded her pussy with the only load
that could rival mine for volume.  "Fuck it," he grunted, "this is worth
every penny."

   I just laughed and called him a wimp.  Of course, I was getting fairly
close myself.  Even going slow, Candi was masterful with her mouth.  Just
watching that tight body in that tight white catsuit, looking into those
dark almond eyes and studying her technique as those dark red lips sucked
and pulled and kissed and her cheeks hollowed around my cock - well, it was
pretty spectacular.  As the first quarter ended, I put my hand on the back
of her head and held her in place as I sent my first load of the evening
directly into her stomach.  I finished just in time for her 30-second water
break and then she went right back to work, licking my still erect,
cleaning off one load while another began to form.

   She took a new position this time, climbing on the couch next to me and
basically putting her head in my lap.  I'm sure her neck and back muscles
as well as her knees were sore from all the kneeling she had done all day.
Frankly, I didn't care what position she was in as long as my dick was in
her mouth.

   Bart, meanwhile, had Frankie in a doggie style position on the couch and
I noticed that he would fuck her in the ass while one team had the ball and
in the pussy when the other team had it.  Frankie, of course, was loving it
and there was no question now that she was cumming over and over again as
Bart drilled her with the second-biggest cock she'd ever had and the only
one besides mine that really satisfied her (though she always did a good
job of selling it to George that he was getting her off).

   Bart came all over her back and then gave her a break for the rest of
the first half.  They sat and watched Candi and the ball game, both
entertaining in their own right, though I think Candi was certainly more
eye-catching.  In her current position, I had a great view of her ass,
which was within reach.  The catsuit had a zipper in the crotch, so I undid
that and played with her panty-less pussy, which was literally oozing.  She
was so excited.  She was the only one in the room who hadn't cum yet and
she was aching for it.  I told Bart to call George up.

   A few minutes later, George was on the couch behind Candi, his cock
buried in her cunt while she kept sucking me.  He didn't last long in that
hot twat, but it was long enough for Candi to get off once.  After George
went back to work, I stoked Candi's fire, finger-banging her to another
orgasm while Bart and Frankie cheered her on.

   I managed to hold off until halftime and gave Candi her five minute
break.  She went to the bathroom and took several drinks of water.  She
spent a lot of time stretching her back and legs.  She was in great shape
and it showed.  This was really a test of her stamina and fitness and she
was passing with flying colors.  If she made it all three hours - and I was
now convinced she would - she would have spent no less than 5 hours sucking
cock today.  Amazing.

   "What's the matter, Candi?" Bart chided her.  "Feeling a little sore? 
You've already impressed me.  You can stop now."

   "No way," Candi smiled back.  "I don't stop until he tells me to.  I owe
it to him and to my father."

   "You just like sucking cock," Bart said sarcastically.

   "That too," Candi agreed.  "But either way, I'm not going to lose this
bet."

   For the second half, I turned Candi upside down.  Her mouth was still on
my cock, of course, but now her legs were over the back of the couch and
her pussy was in my face.  I licked and ate that juicy little cunt,
savoring her natural sweetness.  Because of the no stopping rule, she
wouldn't really be able to change positions until the end of the quarter.
The blood was rushing to her head, no doubt, but her knees were getting a
break at least.

   I came a few minutes into the third quarter.  Being upside down made
swallowing a little more challenging, but Candi forged ahead valiantly. 
She coughed and sputtered a few times, sending cum spraying out of her
nose, but she maintained that mouth-to-cock contact and took the whole
thing.

   Frankie and Bart had been enjoying the show, especially when they saw
white sauce shooting out of her nose.  I'm pretty sure they were both
jealous and Frankie was soon on her knees, sucking cock once again.

   I made Candi cum once more with my mouth on her clit and then she
collapsed onto the floor as the third quarter ended.  I decided to take
things easy on her in the fourth quarter.  I let her lay on her back on the
couch with her head hanging backward over the arm.  I stood over her,
aiming my cock down her throat while I played with her leather-covered
tits. Other than the strain on her neck and jaws, this was the easiest
position for Candi to be in and she was well on her way to winning the bet.
This night of fun was becoming very expensive for my brother, but I don't
think he minded a bit.

   He had Frankie on her knees now and was absolutely reaming out her
asshole, fucking her every bit as hard as I ever did.  Her tits were flying
all over the place and her moans told me that she was loving it.

   I came twice more in Candi's mouth, the last one just as the game was
ending.  It lasted three hours and 15 minutes, by far the longest
continuous blowjob I'd ever had.

   _________

   That capped Candi's first day on the job.  She, Frankie and George have
been with me ever since.  I'm sorry to say that her father passed away a
few months later.  Probably the only bright spot was that Candi was no
longer indebted to Dr.  Virgil.

   I know I'm a self-proclaimed self-centered prick, but I honestly would
have let Candi leave after her father's death if she had asked.  The money
was a non-factor.  The bills were all paid and I could certainly afford it.
She had more than earned everything I had given her.  But, after taking two
weeks off to sort things out, including selling her father's house, Candi
came back to work.  Shortly thereafter, she moved in with Frankie, so my
single apartment key now unlocks a couple of tempting midnight pussy
choices - and frequently some fantastic three-ways.

   I still love my daily pussy variety, but if I had to limit myself to two
playmates, it would be hard to top Candi and Frankie.
   THE END