The Rousing Misadventures of Miss Pandora Sparkle
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
23,913
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sweet Hangovers
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“Trust me Pandora…” Candace drawled as her smirk grew even broader. “If we had... You wouldn’t need to ask."
The leer on the brunettes face had become decidedly more pronounced. "You’d know it.”
Pandora’s already hot face flamed even hotter. She decided denial was probably her best option under the circumstances. “Don’t speak to me so vulgarly!” She snapped.
Candace pulled her long frame up slowly from the sofa and stepped so that she was just in front of Pandora, leaning in so close that her lips were hovering just a whisper above the blonds. “Why not?” The feeling of hot breath ghosting across her lips sent a shiver down Pandora’s spine. “You seemed very interested in talking about my huge pecker last night.”
Dimly, somewhere in the drunken recesses of Pandora’s mind, she did seem to recall asking Candace a rather offensive question about said big pecker. That was it. Any second now she would hear the plop/splat as her face actually melted off her skull and slithered to the floor.
A pink tongue flicked out and swiped across her bottom lip. Pandora froze.
Candace took a deep breath and nuzzled across to her ear. “I need coffee.” She said abruptly and stepped around the stunned blond and into the kitchen where she proceeded to rummage for a cup like nothing unusual had happened.
It took a few moments but eventually Pandora regained the use of her brain again and as she did her first thought was, THAT BITCH!
As soon as her little gray cells began showing signs of life, Pandora turned on her heel and stomped into her kitchen after Candace…. And didn’t see her. Well, not all of her anyway.
Mostly all she could see was Candace’s ass sticking out of her refrigerator. “What are you?” Pandora started but Candace whirled around waving an empty cup with a crazed look in her eyes.
“Creamer!” She demanded.
Deftly Pandora reached around her and handed her the jug of creamer. Candace poured about half a cup of creamer then slopped some coffee in on top of it.
“Like a little coffee with your cream?” Pandora smirked.
Candace scowled but continued to suck down her coffee.
Pandora ran a hand through her long blond hair. “Look Candace…”
“I’m leaving.”
“What?” Pandora had been about to tell her she should leave, but for Candace just to say it like that.. well.. it was rude was what it was!
Pandora frowned.
Candace took another big gulp of her cream. “I’m just drinking some coffee so I don’t feel the need to kill anybody before I get to my car.” She explained. “Then I’m leaving.” *slurp*
Pandora pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “Fine.”
“Fine.” *slurp*
Pandora just stared at her. How could anyone manage to be so annoying when all they were doing was drinking coffee?
Candace took another gulp of coffee. Her forehead creased into a frown.
“Head hurt?” Pandora asked kindly.
Candace shot her a look that was pure murder. “What do you think blondie?” She growled threateningly.
Pandora would have laughed out loud at the look on the brunettes face if she hadn’t been ever so slightly afraid that Candace might beat her to death with her coffee cup if she did. Moonshine hangovers were nothing to be laughed at. At least not if you were opposed to physical violence.
Candace rubbed her temples and scowled. “I don’t suppose you have anything for a headache?”
“Actually..” Pandora paused. “What you really need is to eat something.”
Candace looked at her as if Pandora had just suggested she have a root canal during a prostate exam. “Are you out of your mind?”
Pandora shook her head. “Something sweet if at all possible.”
Going to her refrigerator Pandora grabbed two frozen waffles and the syrup. Walking past Candace she popped the waffles in the toaster and set the syrup on the counter.
“The syrup is what you really need… the sugar.”
Candace still looked extremely doubtful.
Pandora was starting to get pissed about being looked at like she was a raving lunatic when she was only trying to help. “You could eat the syrup off of anything… it doesn’t matter.”
Candace screwed her face up and looked belligerent. “I don’t believe you.”
Pandora’s mouth fell wide open. Was this donkey dicked, surly, cat hater calling her a liar right in her own kitchen? “It’s the truth you ass!”
“Off of anything?” Candace cocked her head. “You’re lying.”
“I am not lying!” Pandora was incensed. How dare she? “Try it you…..!!”
Which was how Pandora found herself bent over her very own kitchen counter while Candace drizzled cold syrup down the crack of her ass. Then the brunette dropped to her knees behind Pandora and buried her face in between her sticky ass cheeks before she even had time to shiver from the cold.
Pandora nearly screamed when Candace’s sharp tongue found her tiny opening and plunged inside. As quickly as it invaded the muscle was pulled back to lazily circle her now sweet entrance.
“Oh God!” Pandora whimpered, unable to stop herself from pushing back as Candace began to make the most obscene slurping noises she had ever heard from anyone eating out her asshole.
Pre-come was already dribbling freely from her cock as Candace’s long elegant fingers moved to caress her perineum. Pandora moaned and reached for her own cock only to have her hands batted away.
Candace began humming as she stabbed her tongue in and out of the maple flavored opening. Pandora’s cock jerked up so hard it slapped against her belly audibly.
Pandora was two seconds away from clawing ruts into Formica when Candace withdrew her questing tongue and stood up behind her. Numbly she was aware of the sound of a zipper being lowered and then Candace grunted in her ear, “You were right for once.” Pandora gasped as the head of a huge cock penetrated her sticky, saliva soaked hole. “I feel MUCH better.”
TBC
“Trust me Pandora…” Candace drawled as her smirk grew even broader. “If we had... You wouldn’t need to ask."
The leer on the brunettes face had become decidedly more pronounced. "You’d know it.”
Pandora’s already hot face flamed even hotter. She decided denial was probably her best option under the circumstances. “Don’t speak to me so vulgarly!” She snapped.
Candace pulled her long frame up slowly from the sofa and stepped so that she was just in front of Pandora, leaning in so close that her lips were hovering just a whisper above the blonds. “Why not?” The feeling of hot breath ghosting across her lips sent a shiver down Pandora’s spine. “You seemed very interested in talking about my huge pecker last night.”
Dimly, somewhere in the drunken recesses of Pandora’s mind, she did seem to recall asking Candace a rather offensive question about said big pecker. That was it. Any second now she would hear the plop/splat as her face actually melted off her skull and slithered to the floor.
A pink tongue flicked out and swiped across her bottom lip. Pandora froze.
Candace took a deep breath and nuzzled across to her ear. “I need coffee.” She said abruptly and stepped around the stunned blond and into the kitchen where she proceeded to rummage for a cup like nothing unusual had happened.
It took a few moments but eventually Pandora regained the use of her brain again and as she did her first thought was, THAT BITCH!
As soon as her little gray cells began showing signs of life, Pandora turned on her heel and stomped into her kitchen after Candace…. And didn’t see her. Well, not all of her anyway.
Mostly all she could see was Candace’s ass sticking out of her refrigerator. “What are you?” Pandora started but Candace whirled around waving an empty cup with a crazed look in her eyes.
“Creamer!” She demanded.
Deftly Pandora reached around her and handed her the jug of creamer. Candace poured about half a cup of creamer then slopped some coffee in on top of it.
“Like a little coffee with your cream?” Pandora smirked.
Candace scowled but continued to suck down her coffee.
Pandora ran a hand through her long blond hair. “Look Candace…”
“I’m leaving.”
“What?” Pandora had been about to tell her she should leave, but for Candace just to say it like that.. well.. it was rude was what it was!
Pandora frowned.
Candace took another big gulp of her cream. “I’m just drinking some coffee so I don’t feel the need to kill anybody before I get to my car.” She explained. “Then I’m leaving.” *slurp*
Pandora pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “Fine.”
“Fine.” *slurp*
Pandora just stared at her. How could anyone manage to be so annoying when all they were doing was drinking coffee?
Candace took another gulp of coffee. Her forehead creased into a frown.
“Head hurt?” Pandora asked kindly.
Candace shot her a look that was pure murder. “What do you think blondie?” She growled threateningly.
Pandora would have laughed out loud at the look on the brunettes face if she hadn’t been ever so slightly afraid that Candace might beat her to death with her coffee cup if she did. Moonshine hangovers were nothing to be laughed at. At least not if you were opposed to physical violence.
Candace rubbed her temples and scowled. “I don’t suppose you have anything for a headache?”
“Actually..” Pandora paused. “What you really need is to eat something.”
Candace looked at her as if Pandora had just suggested she have a root canal during a prostate exam. “Are you out of your mind?”
Pandora shook her head. “Something sweet if at all possible.”
Going to her refrigerator Pandora grabbed two frozen waffles and the syrup. Walking past Candace she popped the waffles in the toaster and set the syrup on the counter.
“The syrup is what you really need… the sugar.”
Candace still looked extremely doubtful.
Pandora was starting to get pissed about being looked at like she was a raving lunatic when she was only trying to help. “You could eat the syrup off of anything… it doesn’t matter.”
Candace screwed her face up and looked belligerent. “I don’t believe you.”
Pandora’s mouth fell wide open. Was this donkey dicked, surly, cat hater calling her a liar right in her own kitchen? “It’s the truth you ass!”
“Off of anything?” Candace cocked her head. “You’re lying.”
“I am not lying!” Pandora was incensed. How dare she? “Try it you…..!!”
Which was how Pandora found herself bent over her very own kitchen counter while Candace drizzled cold syrup down the crack of her ass. Then the brunette dropped to her knees behind Pandora and buried her face in between her sticky ass cheeks before she even had time to shiver from the cold.
Pandora nearly screamed when Candace’s sharp tongue found her tiny opening and plunged inside. As quickly as it invaded the muscle was pulled back to lazily circle her now sweet entrance.
“Oh God!” Pandora whimpered, unable to stop herself from pushing back as Candace began to make the most obscene slurping noises she had ever heard from anyone eating out her asshole.
Pre-come was already dribbling freely from her cock as Candace’s long elegant fingers moved to caress her perineum. Pandora moaned and reached for her own cock only to have her hands batted away.
Candace began humming as she stabbed her tongue in and out of the maple flavored opening. Pandora’s cock jerked up so hard it slapped against her belly audibly.
Pandora was two seconds away from clawing ruts into Formica when Candace withdrew her questing tongue and stood up behind her. Numbly she was aware of the sound of a zipper being lowered and then Candace grunted in her ear, “You were right for once.” Pandora gasped as the head of a huge cock penetrated her sticky, saliva soaked hole. “I feel MUCH better.”
TBC