Candyman Seduction Story. Barely Legal, But Old Enough!

This is a Candyman seduction story that will blow your… well, let’s just start with your MIND! So, I’m just over being legal, but I still live with my Mom. She’s a hottie who had me at a young age so, we’re more like sisters… I guess? Stripping is what she chooses to do for a living. But, I have different ideas on the quick cum up. Check out my Cum Dumpster Confessions!

For the most part, I feel like I’m too tactile to just settle for disrobing. I need to FEEL the victim. Haha. I meant partygoer. Oh! Don’t get me wrong. I love the pageantry of it all. Because of my Mom, I wear some sinfully fun “costumes”, shall we say? So, in our apartment building, there’s all types; druggies to doctors, lawyers, and even an Indian Chief or two. Most were decent men, but some were the men who I could feel watching me no matter where I went or what I did.

This Story Has Shady Beginnings.

In order to begin my Candyman seduction story, you need some backstory. So, Mom was (and still is) a stripper. I won’t say she’s rich but, what I will say is, we never wanted for anything. She has the best clothes too. I know, I know. She’s a bit stuck back in the disco era, but some of that shit is still fly!

So, as I said, I could FEEL someone watching me. But, every time I looked around, there’d be no one out of the ordinary and I’d just shake it off. First of all, there’s an urban legend about a guy that lived and died around here a long time ago. The tale is that if you say his name three times in a mirror in the dark, he’ll appear and fuck you! Well, don’t threaten ME with a good time! Haha.

The Seduction Story Continues.

Furthermore, we needed to check out the whole Candyman seduction story. So, 2 of my besties and I crowded into my bathroom; half-drunk and giggling like we were even younger than we are. I started it off, “Candyman…” the others chimed in to round out the three utterances. In unison, we cringed in preparation. But, nothing, not a light flicker, no door slam. Nada!

Equally, the booze had kicked into overdrive and I felt a need to crash. The girls left and I fell face-first onto my bed. Can you say COMA-LIKE? But, the next thing I realized was something icy-cold slipping along my inner thigh. I woke myself with a moan and started to lift my head.

It Really is a Hot Story!

“Stay as you are…” I heard coming from between my legs. Was I this drunk for a Candyman seduction story? A hook! This muther fucker was wearing a HOOK! And worse yet, I liked it and creamed as it slid along my slit. “Who? Who are you…?” I muttered. His large hand covered my mouth and uttered, “You called for me. I am, the Candyman! I am here to take your sweetness…” his voice trailed off.

As I tried to gain my bearings, I felt his huge sugar-stick slipping inside my ASS! I moaned my acceptance and he furthered his assault on my virgin hole. He bit and ripped at me barely avoiding bloodshed. I writhed my many orgasms as I ground my tight body onto his shaft! Feeling like I was in a drug-induced state, we clawed and fucked like animals.

So Much for my Seduction Story…

He joins me nightly now and even takes me while on my hot phone sex calls! Nothing beats hearing me cum (just watch your ears. Sorry.) and he’s always hungry for more. That’s how he started my Candyman seduction story. So, call me to find out what’s happening now!

Kisses,

JustJoeyCandyman Seduction Story