Intro:
Helen Candy is a beautiful young woman, she is 25 and a little quirky, she is a little too extroverted and naive. So she met many men in her life. But she always broke up when things got too serious and she is very picky. She loves green eyes.
And the Hipster Style.
She also loves freckles.
And have a thing for blond hair and a big muscled body.
Her favorite colors are red and orange and she doesn’t really like yellow. Her favorite music genre is blues.
She loves art, sometimes she paint but no one have ever seen one of her paintings because she is a little ashamed because her style is mostly erotic themed …
She grew up in a big city.
So it was hard for her to just move to a small city in the countryside, in the Weißenstadt.
On Saturday evenings. She used to go to Club with her friends. She didn’t have many friends, but the same 3 from her childhood: Madison, Leah and Hailey, she missed them very much.
When her father, the last member of his family remaining, died, she was left with no one and little money in a big empty loft.
So she had to change life perspective and choose to reshape her dreams into a smaller picture.
Saturday, moving in :
The morning I arrived to this bucolic town I was happily received by three of my new neighbors. One boy and two girls, they kinda all looked like they could be 20-something.
They kindly introduced themselves:
Travis,
Summer,
And Liberty.
They seem very nice people, they told me they live in the second house on the left down the street, maybe I’ve seen it when I was arriving here? okay I didn’t really get where but I’ll figure out when they’ll invite me over.
My friendly new neighbors stayed for 30 minutes to chat and they introduced me to some curiosities about the neighborhood.
Like the fishing opportunity to the creek.
The many foraging options on the trails not very far from the city.
And the abundant presence of wildlife.
This is a new experience for me, it’s so exciting.
The nature here seems so charming, it almost calls me.
I feel like something is giving me more strength…
Since my father died I’ve never felt this alive before.
I think something good will happen soon. I feel lucky, and maybe not everything is lost.
And things will just go all right.
The evening has come, and I’m dining alone in my kitchen.
I feel kinda bored.
The unboxed packets are waiting me to unpack them and put everything in his place but I’m also a little sleepy, moving to a new home can be tiring.
I was peeing in my brand new bathroom, I had an epiphany, it’s saturday and it’s 11 pm… If I was in NY
I would have gone clubbing. This is why I am bored then, I guess. I don’t know this place, even if I wanted to go out, where should I go? What do I do? What can I wear? I don’t even know in wich box I put my sparkling party clothes… I sit in the couch and look at the TV, it’s off, I’m thinking…
Sunday, an exploration trip :
Shit I feel asleep, what time is it? Oh it’s 6 in the morning, it’s Sunday, first of all a nice shower, I think I smell of moving truck rental center… Now that I have showered I feel better, outside seems a nice day, a little cloudy but maybe I’ll go for a walk. But first breakfast! Thank God my new neighbors gave me a plumcake as welcome present yesterday so I can eat that, the fridge is empty… It was delicious, I must ask Sum or Liberty for the recipe… Who knows what they are up to … Two girls living with a guy … It’s odd, isn’t it? Whatever, I should mind my business, and my business is sad, I’m alone, never been more alone than today. I need to go out and get some fresh air…
I put on the first clean clothes I find from a bag and guess what I just found my favorite party outfit, well now it’s too late but I don’t want to waste time looking for the perfect Sunday morning outfit, I’m not surely going to church ahah, whatever I’m going out with this white top, black jacket, black short skirt and why not these heels, after all why ruining this amazing outfit with flip flops or trainers, if I’m dressing up for good I must do it for good. I’m out, looking amazing, if only I knew where this stunning outfit was I would have gone out yesterday evening… Whatever… I’m out now, it’s 11 am, it’s not so early now but who cares it’s Sunday and also I don’t have a work yet but I’ll figure it out when I finish my moving in and clean up everything… Lost in these thoughts I was scoping around this amazing landscape, spring was flourishing and the air was refreshing and flowery, some joggers passing by and look! A stunning blonde man crossing the street and walking towards me, was he already passing this way? Or did he change sidewalk to get me?
I mutter “Hi” and he looks at me, and I look at him, and he squares me up from my eyes, penetrating my soul, down to my neck, cleavage, waist, knees and heels, and he smirks and say “oh hi honey, how’s going? Any programs for the day?”
I got a little shy because I didn’t expect him to actually stop and interact with me.
“Hi, I just moved here yesterday and I was exploring my new neighborhood, do you live here?”
“No honey, I live on the other side of the bay ahah, you know they say it’s the best side, with the cliffs and everything, you should come and see yourself…”
I was happy and a little flirty because he just invited me over and I don’t know him, it’s a little dangerous but this new place looks very harmless compared to New York.
“Yes it would be amazing! Thank you! And why are you here if I may?”
He smiled at me. “Business honey, business. Where do you live? If I may…”
I didn’t mind he didn’t want to tell me what was he doing here, after all he’s a stranger I should respect his privacy!
“Oh I live over there”- and I pointed my house- “I’d invite you over but it’s very clumsy…” “I don’t mind, if you want to invite me over…” – he interrupted me… We looked each other in the eye and smiled, he looked like a predator watching the prey… I turned facing my house and lead him to my front porch.
“Here we are, see? It’s all clumsy…”
As I opened the door he pushed me in and closed from the inside. It was unexpected! He groped my ass from under my skirt and whispered into my ear “what do you ask for sucking my cock?”
“What?!”
Did he mistake me for a hoe? Well, I can’t blame him, I’m dressed like one…
“I’m not a prostitute…”
He was a little disappointed and stopped groping my body.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to… Well anyway you are amazing, the invite is still valid if you still want…”
I was wondering… What if I tried to act like a prostitute, just for once, after all I was already letting him in my house…
“Wait, I need money… What about 100$?”
He smiled and grabbed his leather wallet, picked out a 100 bill and put it on my kitchen table.
I took him by the hand and lead him in my room, he sat on the bed and I, standing up, started kissing him, immediately he was leading with passion our kiss, groping my ass under the skirt with his right hand and holding my neck with his left hand. Then he moved his right hand on his crotch and started to unbutton his jeans, while his left hand pressuring my shoulder lowered me into my knees, facing a marvelous thick pinky cock, a little more reddish on the tip.
I looked him in the eyes and then I took that beast in my mouth, but it couldn’t properly fit, he gave a little thrust with his hips and I felt the tip of the cock in my throat, I pushed him away and gasped for I wasn’t breathing. He grabbed my hair, made me look him in the eye and with a deep voice said clearly, If you can’t take it, you can’t take my money, slut.
Okay I can do it, I open my mouth and he stands up, grab my hair and neck and thrust again his thick beast in my throat, my face, even if tanned, becomes red and my spit starts to drool on the carpet, my eyes are starting to cry and I’m chocking, but somehow I figure how to breath when he pulls it out for a second, he is facefucking my face like a Fleshlight and I don’t have to do anything if only try to breath when I can and endure, I can do it, I need that money!
After a while, it seems an hour but it was only 20 minutes I can feel his Cock pulsing and a last thrust, the deepest sends down in my stomach a warm shot of cum. He pulls out and lay down on the bed.
“Thank you whore, I really needed it…”
I almost fainted and I’m sitting on the ground heavily breathing, I’m calming down… Okay I did it, it wasn’t that hard.
“No problem sir, whenever you want you know where to find me…”
I don’t know why I said that but I just felt so.
He gets up, packs his cock back, and button his jeans, he gives me a kiss on my forehead and move back to the kitchen, I menage to follow him somehow.
“You earned it today honey!” -pointing at the 100 bill on the table while unlocking the front door-
“This is my number, call me when you want to visit the good side of the bay!”
And he went back on his road.
Thank you for reading my story,
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(WIP)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tqxbg2/helen_is_moving_in_fm