Magnum and Candi’s First Time

The following is an excerpt from my ultra-naughty debut novel Wild Nights of Arkansas Strippers: Based on a True Story.

They stash their gear in the trunk of his car. Leaving them standing there. Looking at each other. Until an unexplained force has them gripping each other tightly. Their lips locked together. Tongues dancing. Underneath a streetlight bathing them in its soft illumination. Now he’s crossing even further the line he drew for himself. It’s one thing for him and a female stripping partner to be somewhat intimate for performance sake with the right audience. That’s to be expected. But there is no audience right now. Other than the night. Bearing witness to their giving into carnal desires building since she first contacted him. It’s now official. They’re going to fuck. Self-imposed rules upon himself be damned.

And they can’t get to fucking fast enough. Racing down U.S. 67/U.S. 167 from Sherwood to North Little Rock, I-30 to Little Rock, and then I-630 across town back to his place. Weaving through traffic in this concrete jungle of industry and mass consumerism. Alternating his right hand between the gearshift and her knee. Her thigh. Her pussy. Massaging it through her increasingly damp yoga pants. She reaches over and rubs his denim-imprisoned cock. Growing bigger and harder with each passing moment. He imagines what it would be like if she leaned over and sucked him on the highway. She’d probably do it at his suggestion, but he’s still getting over his moral dilemma. “What would Billy Idol do?” he asks himself as the platinum one serenades them in the midnight hour. He’d make Candi cry more, more, more with a rebel yell. And that’s exactly what Magnum is going to do.

Barely through his front door when they begin kissing insatiably. Reaching his hand down her yoga pants. Her pussy drenched. He has no problem sliding his middle finger inside. Massaging her g-spot while she unbuttons his 501s. Mercifully freeing his cock. Gripping it tightly. Stroking it back and forth. Their knees getting weak. Buckling as they fight to stay standing. Moving his other hand down the rear of her pants. Squeezing her bare ass for added arousal and stability.

“You really do smell delicious,” she kisses and licks his neck.

“So do you,” he does the same to her and honestly can’t remember the last time he wanted to fuck someone this badly, “I need a shower.”

“Ooh… Me too,” she responds.

Magnum takes Candi by the hand. Leading her to the master bedroom. Turning on the nightstand lamp. She slips off her flip flops as he removes her t-shirt. Freeing her girls once again. She pulls down her yoga pants. Facing away, she bends over and removes them. He lingers on her sexy butt. Making his juices flow even more. She turns around and removes his t-shirt. He takes off his cowboy boots and socks before pulling down his jeans and stepping out of them. Taking a few seconds to bask in the thrill of them being totally naked together. Putting on some music before leading her to the bathroom. Embracing and kissing while awaiting hot water. He steps into the shower and guides her by the hand to join him.

He wastes no time pulling her tight against him. Kissing her passionately as hot water covers their smooth skin. “Can U Deliver” by Armored Saint joins them from the bedroom. He’s in a headbanging mood. Grabbing the soap. Lathering it up. Rubbing it all over her tits.

“You were a very dirty girl tonight, Candi,” he taunts her playfully.

“Well…” she giggles, “Someone was a very dirty boy tonight.”

“Who me?” he asks with faux shock.

“Yeah you,” she sasses.

They resume kissing as he slides his hand down her stomach. Rubbing soap on her pussy. Massaging her clit and lips. Fingering her. Teasing her g-spot. She closes her eyes and moans. Her pussy getting tighter and wetter. Both trembling while she orgasms. Him too.

“I just had an orgasm,” she confesses with an endearing wide-eyed innocence.

“Me too,” he reveals.

“Really?” she asks, “I thought guys couldn’t do that.”

“They can if they embrace sensuality,” he explains, “It’s totally possible for a man to orgasm without ejaculating,” he smacks her ass, “And it leads to a whole new level of male sexual dominance.”

“Ooh…” she bends over, “Dominate me, Magnum,” wiggling her sexy round butt at him as he squeezes and massages her cheeks before spanking them, “Oh yeah! Spank my ass!”

She faces him and takes the soap. Lathering up his chest. Rubbing her titties on him. Then rubbing soap on his cock and balls. Stroking his shaft. He leans back against the wall. Closing his eyes. Her adorable giggling and magic touch making his juices flow like crazy. Moaning and sighing. She leans forward and gently bites his bottom lip as they orgasm again. He opens his eyes to the sexiest facial expression he’s ever seen. It’s like she can’t believe what’s overcome her right now, yet she’s loving every second of it. His face telling her the same. It’s all too much as he spins them around. Pressing her back against the wall. Kissing her deeply. She reaches around and smacks his ass.

“I can dominate you too,” she laughs.

“We’ll just see about that, missy,” he playfully points his finger in her face.

“I guess we will, mister,” she smiles devilishly.

They laugh as he kisses his way down to her tits. Taking her right breast in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around her nipple. Sucking while rapidly flicking. Repeating with her left breast. Looking in her eyes the entire time. She holds his head to her chest with both hands. Kissing down her stomach and dropping to his knees. Grabbing her leg and guiding her foot onto the edge of the tub. She braces herself in the corner. Now shaking with anticipation while he licks each inner thigh before lapping her pussy in a long slow stroke from back to front. Burying his face between her legs. Tasting her sweet juices as they stream forth. Fingering her again while licking and sucking her clit. Hot water streaming down his cheeks while devouring her throbbing pussy. His cock achingly hard as she moans and screams. Feeling her cum on his face.

“Oh my God, Magnum,” she catches her breath, “I just came.”

“Yes, you did, naughty girl,” he stands, “You came all over my face.”

“Mmm…” she coos while tasting her own sweetness on his lips as they kiss.

“Your turn,” Candi announces.

He presses his back in the corner. Holding onto her waist. She licks and sucks his nipples. Looking up at him with a smile that is simultaneously evil and sweet. So fucking sexy. So soft and gentle with her mouth and tongue. Bringing chills to his body despite being continuously sprayed with hot water. He strokes her increasingly wet hair. Keeping her face free of rogue strands.

“Aww…” she’s genuinely touched by the gesture.

She kisses her way down his stomach. Dropping to her knees. He pushes his butt tighter against the wall. Placing his hands on her shoulders for stability as she grabs his cock. Stroking it while licking and sucking his balls. Taking each in her mouth. Gently circling her tongue around them. Kissing them. His precum gushing forth. He shakes and moans. Struggling to stay upright while she teases him.

“Fuck it. I can’t wait any longer,” she takes his cock down her throat in one fell swoop.

He’s beyond impressed. And orgasmic as fuck. Feeling every muscle fiber in his body growing tighter and tighter. Until the pressure releases all at once. The sensation of her tongue swirling around his head and shaft. Teasing his frenulum. Probing his cock hole as he releases a tidal wave of juices into her mouth. He orgasms again. Pressing his arms against the walls. Fighting to stay upright in his corner.

“Do you ever cum from head?” she looks up at him.

“No. That’s not to say I’m not loving every second of this. You’re fucking amazing,” he assures her, “But I’d rather cum in your pussy anyway.”

“I want that so badly,” she reaches over and shuts off the water.

They help each other out of the shower. Drying off before he pushes her back into the bedroom. Literally pushing her in there. A primal instinct overtaking him. Smacking her ass repeatedly towards the bed. “Lay it Down” by Ratt tears from the speakers.

“Get your sexy fucking ass on that bed,” he commands with another slap on her butt.

She giggles while following orders. He joins her. Without warning, she forces him on his back. Holding down his wrists. Getting on top of him.

“You’re not the only one who can play rough,” she laughs.

“I can’t wait a second longer,” he confesses, “I have to know.”

“Me too,” she nods in agreement.

Candi straddles Magnum. Sliding her pussy onto his massive cock. She’s unbelievably tight yet so drenched that she has no problem taking in every inch of him without hesitation. It hits them both. They’ve crossed that imaginary line. He’s now fucking one of his female strippers. And she’s fucking her agent. But they’ll lament the issue later. Right now, they’re living in the moment. He grabs her waist. Lifting her up and down. She tosses her head back and sighs. Falling forward onto him. Lips locking. Tongues dancing. Squeezing her ass, he thrusts his cock relentlessly inside her pussy. Her juices gushing while thrusting back on his cock. Her face buried in his neck. He spreads her cheeks. Running his middle finger from the top of her crack to the bottom. Brushing lightly across her asshole. She kisses and licks his neck more aggressively. Curiosity gets the best of him. Placing his finger in his mouth. Getting it wet before returning to her butthole. Gently penetrating her backdoor with his fingertip. Heart racing while awaiting her response.

“Ooh… That’s nice,” she breathes in his ear.

“You like that?” he asks softly with a hint of nervousness.

“Mmm-hmm…” she confirms, “I love having my ass played with.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, he fingers her butt while pumping her throbbing pussy with his aching cock. They resume kissing while he double penetrates her. Both moaning louder and louder. She lifts her head. He leans in and sucks her tits. She rubs them on his face. They laugh. It’s too many moving parts. Both his cock and finger slide out of her slippery holes. They laugh even harder as he flips her on her back. Getting on top. Reinserting his hard cock into her tight pussy. Wrapping his arms around her. Pressed against each other. She wraps her legs around his back. Thrusting violently against each other. Moving closer to cumming.

“Oh God, I want to fuck you so bad!” he fiercely states matter of factly.

“Fuck me, baby!” she demands in a raspy bedroom growl that’s possibly the sexiest thing he’s ever heard and quite the contrast from her sweet country drawl.

“I am, Candi!” he shouts for the world to hear, “I’m fucking you so fucking deep and hard!”

“Yes you are, Magnum!” she moans loudly, “You are fucking my pussy so deep and so fucking hard!”

He gazes at her in the dim amber glow of the nightstand lamp. The breeze of the ceiling fan above providing a welcome chill to his skin. She tilts her head back. Grabbing the pillow underneath. Fighting to keep from shattering into a million tiny pieces. He feels her heart about to pound out of her chest. The escalating sexual tension of the past two weeks finally reaching its breaking point. At the risk of rationalizing to himself, he thinks about how they needed to explore this. There was something between them demanding that they know each other intimately. The same thoughts fill her mind too as they reach their shared climax. Neither knows what effect this will have upon their working relationship but can’t worry about that right now.

Candi screams like a banshee. Her pussy ejaculating warm girl juices all over Magnum. He can no longer hold back. His cock exploding deep inside her pussy. Filling her sugar walls with scalding hot cum. Burning him the entire way out. Holding back since the party. Since they played with each other before an enthusiastic audience. Now they’re cumming together. Wave and wave. They embrace for dear life. Shaking profusely. Screaming their way through agonizing bliss. Gladly suffering the glorious pain of sweet release in each other’s arms. Comforting themselves with wet kisses. Surviving this together. Screams become heavy breathing when the anguish of white-knuckle pleasure subsides. And then uncontrollable laughter as he rolls over next to her.

“So…” she giggles half-jokingly, “Is every night like this for you?”

“I wish,” he shakes his head, “My life is more boring than most people assume.”

“I know what you mean,” she nods, “Mine too.”

“You want a beer?” he gets up.

“That sounds great,” she watches him head for the kitchen, “Thank God for that ass!”

“Right back at you!” he laughs while tossing a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

He’s laughing not only at that compliment but at the entire night. Starting to feel that he might have fucked up. Yet marveling at how seamlessly and naturally everything between them is progressing. Grabbing two beers from the fridge. Collecting everything in his arms and rejoining Candi on the bed.

“It’s like a sexy picnic,” she giggles.

“That’s right,” he agrees, “Like a nudist resort, but without the ugly people.”

“Oh my God,” she nearly chokes, “You’re so right,” pausing to look at him, “You just make me laugh.”

“Because I’m funny looking,” he responds with the goofiest expression he can conjure.

“No, it’s because you make me feel so good,” she clarifies, “And you are so fucking hot.”

“Thank you,” he’s consumed by flattery because, no matter how many times he hears that, it always gets to him, “And so are you. Candi.”

“Aww… You have no idea how much that means to me coming from you,” she coos before pausing to take a sip, “Honestly, that was one of the reasons I contacted you. Aside from not wanting to dance in the clubs here, I was very interested in working with you. Not only do you instantly come across as focused and professional, but I was curious to know you better.”

He’s at a loss for words. Choked up. Grabbing her knee while thinking of a verbal response.

“I’m so happy you did,” he finally musters, “I was instantly taken with your photos and background along with how charming and professional you came across. I wanted to know you better too. Although I hadn’t planned on this. I hope I didn’t take things too far tonight.”

“Not at all,” Candi shakes her head and smiles, “We made an excellent team tonight. And now I like to think we’re good friends too. Why can’t friends make each other feel good sometimes?”

“I like the way you think,” he concedes, “Right now, I’m married to this agency. Doing everything to ensure we all make lots of money. As for my personal life… I have no fucking clue what I want,” he pauses, “Maybe this is what I need right now.”

“I feel the same way,” she agrees, “I just uprooted and came home to Arkansas. It’s all still sinking in. And I’m not sure what I want either.”

They take turns tossing popcorn into each other’s mouth with “Hysteria” by Def Leppard filling the air. Laughing and joking as the conversation turns naughty.

“I was really taking a chance earlier when I fingered your ass,” he confides, “It was an urge that overcame me. And I just went with it.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you did,” she admits, “I’m all about getting fucked in the ass.”

Now it’s his turn to nearly choke. And nearly fall off the bed as she grabs onto him.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs, “I just wasn’t prepared for that.”

“Am I saying too much?” she asks with concern.

“No, not at all,” he assures her, “It makes me feel good that we can talk about our sexual interests.”

“Me too,” she agrees, “You make it so easy for me.”

“You make it easy for me too,” he responds before taking another sip, “So, tell me about getting fucked in the ass.”

“Well, I’ve only ever done it with my ex-boyfriend, who’s like the only actual boyfriend I’ve ever had,” she explains, “I didn’t think I’d like it. I always thought it sounded painful. But we got bored one night and decided to try it. We took our time and a lot of lube as he slowly worked his cock inside my ass. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt once I loosened up and he was all the way in. Like one orgasm after another with every stroke. My pussy got so fucking wet. I came so hard that I squirted all over him. It was unbelievable.”

“Wow,” he catches his breath after enduring the intensity of her storytelling.

“What about you?” she inquires, “Surely you’ve buttfucked a few girls.”

“Only one,” he confesses while flattered by her assumption, “An ex-girlfriend. I never liked her.”

“Why did you date a girl you didn’t like?” she asks, “I’m sorry. That’s probably too personal a question.”

“Not at all,” he shakes his head, “Being a pretty girl, you know what it’s like for people to tell you to beware of guys wanting to take advantage of you.”

“Oh yeah,” she agrees, “It’s the story of my life.”

“It’s a different story for pretty boys,” he explains, “You’re supposed to give in to a girl if she likes you whether or not you like her. And the same older women who tell you to be picky when it comes to men? They’d trick me into bed the first chance they got.”

“You know…” she briefly ponders this revelation before nodding her head, “I can totally see that.”

“Anyway,” he gets the conversation back on track, “I dated this girl for several months. She was into anal, so I’d fuck her in the ass here and there. It was alright. It felt good, and she made me cum. I just wish it’d been with someone I like.”

“I totally get that,” she muses, “Like, I wouldn’t let just any cock in my ass. Or in my pussy for that matter.”

“I can tell,” he smiles at her before continuing, “One thing I’m into is eating ass. Well, I would be if I could find a girl to do it with. And if I didn’t feel embarrassed about it.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” she strokes his arm, “I’ve never done it, but I’ve fantasized about it too. Both giving and receiving. With guys and girls.”

“Ooh… With girls?” he gets intrigued, “Actually, it was seeing it in girl on girl porn that piqued my interest.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” she sets her beer on the nightstand and lies on her stomach, “Do what you want to me.”