The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Second place? The runner up position?”

“A close second.” Candice reminded him as she sat on his desk and crossed her bare legs. She was still naked but for her dark stockings and Mister Dawson sat in his large chair before her, openly ogling her massive chest. Her soft skin shone under the fluorescent lighting with his smeared sticky spend. “It shouldn’t be too much to arrange since you already have the other judges in your pocket.“

“In my pocket? I don’t—”

“Shhh~ it’s okay, Boss.” She let out a low, sultry chuckle and twirled a long strand of her toffee-coloured hair around a delicate finger. “It’ll be, like, another one of our dirty little secrets.“

Gosh, her hair was so glossy and silky. She loved how it flowed through her fingers like the smoothest velvet.

“Another… Candice, we can’t tell anyone—” Nicholas was turning pale as a ghost and Candice could see he was about to start panicking.

“I said it was okay...” She slipped her stockinged feet into his lap and wiggled her toes teasingly. “Sexy secrets are, like, super hot and loads of fun… Didn’t you enjoy having my naughty little mouth sucking on your big boss dick?“

His nostrils flared and his rough hands came up to stroke her sculpted calves through the sheer nylon. His cheeks quickly dusted with fresh heat.

“You know I did...” He groaned and she could feel his member thickening again through the damp material of his pants, “But it was so fucking wrong, my wife—“

“Shhh~ don’t think about her right now. Think about your needs.” Candice finished for him with a cheeky grin. “I mean... shouldn’t you get something out of all of this?“

“Wha- What do you mean?” He sounded winded as his greedy hands ran up and down her silky stockings.

She giggled at the feel of his overly ardent caresses and pushed her twiddling toes into his growing bulge with a little more playful pressure. Nicholas gasped.

“Well... it seems to me that you are the one taking all the risks by fixing the outcome of the Beauty Contest.” She replied, placing a coy finger on her chin and looking skywards with a faux thoughtful expression.

“No... no Jessica did that—”

“But you are the one who has to tell the other judges how to score. Any inquiries will lead directly back to your home and your office. It’ll be your reputation that will suffer in any scandal that comes of this... so what are you getting out of it?“

Her boss grunted as she stroked his stiff cock through his pants, her clever toes tracing around the shape of his engorged tip. His hands gripped her calf muscles tight as he stared fixedly down into his own lap, watching her play footsie with his straining member and licking at his dry lips.

“Britney gets the crown...” Candice counted off the benefits on her painted fingertips, “Jessica gets the bragging rights and prestige. What do you get... a headache?”

“You... Oh, god help me but I-I want you!” Nicholas panted.

Halting abruptly, Candice pulled back her feet and hopped nimbly off the desk. Then she swiftly spun and bent low to retrieve her discarded clothing, making sure her full ripe ass was on display before standing again and dancing out of his grasping reach.

“Noooo~...” He groaned, as she worked her short skirt back up her big hips and buttoned the tight little vest up over her spectacular rack. As an afterthought she tossed her violet bra and damp thong into his tented lap.

She felt positively wicked at the notion of prancing around in public without them. She shivered gleefully, somebody would surely notice their absence.

“I’ll be taking the rest of the day off, Boss...” She smiled brightly as he gawped back at her in wounded astonishment.

“...but I’ll be sure to say hi when I see you at the Pageant tomorrow!”

Candice moaned and tried to focus on the road as she drove.

Heads had turned when she had all but skipped out of Mister Dawson’s office. Her flowing curls had that tangled, bedhead look about them, her clothing mussed and her make-up smudged.

The young secretary had looked from the office door to her and back again in confusion then given Candice a suspicious frown as she flounced back to her cubical to collect her purse and heels.

Oh, and the wonderful pink box of delicious cream puffs, she could never forget those!

It felt like every eye in the office followed her to the exit and just for funsies she had given her skirt a little flip, flashing any onlookers before the stairwell door swung shut behind her. She had giggled at the scandalized noises that followed her out of the building.

Now she was trying to drive while her entire body burned with all the naughty thrills of her day so far.

The wash of the cool air in the car seemed to stroke at her bare pussy and her hands kept leaving the wheel to play with her pretty clitty. Alternating between steering and strumming at her hard little nubbin, she gasped when she felt one of her hefty tits slide free of her confining top.

Soon she was hunched over the dash, eyes squeezed shut in bliss and moaning loudly as she rolled to a stop at an intersection, heedless of the Friday afternoon traffic.

Many of the local college students liked to get an early start to their weekend activities so it was no surprise when a red jeep with an open top pulled alongside her at the red light.

“Holy shit Bro, hot MILF attack at three o’clock!”

Candice’s head was thrown back, resting against the headrest and she let it list to the side as she glanced through fluttering eyelids at the three frat boys leaning out of their vehicle to stare at her. They were young but well built like athletes, wearing matching Letterman jackets in the colors of New Billington’s alma mater. The handsome jock in the backseat was standing up and holding onto the roll-bar, all the better to leer down at her from above.

She knew how she must look to them with her daring skirt hiked up around her waist, her twitching fingers buried between her thick thighs and a fat teat dangling out of her skimpy vest.

She looked like a horny MILF whore.

“Uuunnmph!” She guttered, as she convulsed excitedly and warm wetness splashed out around her fast working hands.

“Noice!” Cried the dark-skinned driver basically hanging off his friends shoulder for a better view and pumping an exuberant fist in the air.

The traffic light turned green as Candice basked in the dirty afterglow of her impromptu exhibition. A driver behind her honked impatiently but neither of the lead cars moved though as Candice smirked and languidly lifted her big, bare breast to take a slow, sensuous lick at her hard nipple.

“I think I’m in fucking love. What’s your number, Sexy Momma?” Cat-called the jeering driver eagerly.

Candice just shot them a flirty wink, giggled gleefully then set the car into gear and pulled out into the intersection.

Candice paraded around the house pushing the vacuum cleaner and shaking her big butt to the pop song playing on the television. It was set to a music program and she stopped to mimic one of the performers as the sexy starlet on the screen squatted and twerked her fat booty for the camera.

That was sooo~ hot and looked really fun, so Candice was well pleased when she felt her ass-cheeks bounce and clap just like in the girl in the music video. She would have to go shopping again to buy herself some of those spanking hot little pants that the dancers were all wearing.

She was dressed up in a seductive state of undress, only a white apron with ruffles covered her voluptuous hourglass figure, a miniscule shoestring thong stretched tight over her lush hips and sexy silver knife-heeled sandals on her dainty feet.

Candice loved her new look; the way her inflated tits overflowed and stretched out any blouse or dress she owned and how devastatingly long her legs were in those stunning tall heels.

She was all long glossy hair, ballooning tits, cushiony ass and lightyears of legs. The rest of her body had slimmed down and smoothed out in excessive contrast. Even her skin had toned and tightened until it was blemish free and shone as though polished.

She felt amazing and looked even better!

Candice lost a full hour just admiring herself in the mirror. Striking sexy runway poses, blowing herself happy kisses and practicing her totally fuckable pout until her phone had chirped a text message notification.

It was from her boss; Nicholas...

N:

About what happened today, it was a BIG mistake. I can’t let it happen again. I’ll see to it your daughter places well in the pageant but it has to end there.

She rolled her eyes in rye amusement. Did that silly man think they were finished? Oh no, Candice wasn’t done having her fun and she had to ensure that her precious Maddy was just as happy as could be. That meant the poor girl needed a win and as her mother...

Candice took a photo of herself in the mirror posing with the apron pulled aside and her fingers spreading her pink little pussy open as she smokily eye-fucked her own reflection then hit send.

C:

Come find me backstage tomorrow before the competition begins. I’ll be waiting.

There was no reply...

Candice’s dreams were a wicked and filthy parade of ceaseless pussy-soaking debauchery.

In one she had been working at a community car wash wearing spray-on orange hotpants and a too-small white t-shirt soaked wet and transparent by the warm soapy water.

Pearly suds ran down her neck and clung to her thick thighs as she splayed herself across the bonnet of a luxury car and writhed sinuously against the cold steel. She sponged and rubbed the hood clean with her big foamy tits and humped the grill, grinding her flexing hips hard against the shining chrome.

From inside the vehicle, two men in dark suits watched her. Their faces were indistinct, cast in shadow despite the bright sunny day but she could see the hungry glint of their eyes and the way their lips curled into lewd smiles full of lecherous promise.

In another she was crouching in the bushes of a city park. She was wearing abbreviated running shorts that barely covered her bodacious backside and a sporty green tank top that was cropped short below her jutting, gravity-defying melons.

Her sneakers were planted soundly amidst the crackling dry leaves as she slurped and gargled excitedly around the hard, girthy cock in her mouth. A large hand was latched securely in her hair... Her blonde hair?

Was that right? It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was pleasing the cock of the muscular man in workout gear standing over her. He was big and his raging cock stretched her pillowy lips wide as she greedily swallowed down his impressive length. Her belly fluttered and the crotch of her scanty running shorts were darkening with the thrilling proof of her own molten pleasure.

Her cunt smoldered and ached with agonizing need but she just let the tension in her own body ratchet higher as she bathed the hard meaty member in her mouth with lavish lingual affection.

One small hand encircled the base of his thick shaft as the other pulled at her stiff nipple through her thin running top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and knew instinctively that she was just as bare below as well. She almost never wore panties anymore, they just got in the way. She took him to the back of her throat and gagged deliberately.

The man said something but it was indistinct and sounded muted as though spoken underwater. Candice flicked her eyes up to meet his and moaned rapturously around his impaling meat when she saw what he was holding. He was grinning, his phone was out and the camera was pointed towards her face. Her sweat mattered, cock-drooling face with her big dumb eyes blinking right up into the lens.

He was filming the hot, filthy slut sucking on his stiff stranger dick outside in a public park.

Liquid euphoria squirted down her shuddering thighs as she came explosively...

One after another the sleeping fantasies impacted her.

She was hanging from a stripper pole, whirling and spinning upside down as her huge tits bounced around her face and dwarfed her pretty head as crowds of drunken men cheered her on.

She was in a restaurant bathroom bent over the washroom sink as a middle aged man with a bushy mustache in a waiter’s uniform railed her from behind and she howled in sinful fulfillment.

She was everywhere and nowhere, doing every sordid act she had ever imagined and some she had never even heard of with men and women from every walk of life. She was sinking fast into a exquisitely shameful pit of carnal quicksand and not even struggling to escape. It all felt sooo~ good, so base and primal and physical that she didn’t want to escape it.

They all watched her. They all saw her. They all paid her close attention and desired her. She wasn’t a sad-sack little nobody like that worry-wart Candice anymore.

She was Candy!

...and like the sugary confection she was sweet and fun and everybody wanted a piece of her.

Candy groaned and stirred in her big, empty bed. She felt feverish and lay naked in a damp puddle of her own beaded sweat and pungent arousal. She had gone to bed alone after Grant messaged her late that evening to say that he and Maddy were still “hard at it” with his work at the college but she hoped they- he would be home soon.

She missed Grant, moreover she needed him!

She needed his hard husband dick to fuck and fill her empty Candy snatch.

Rolling on her side, she sunk three of her fingers between her juicy lower lips and curled up into a ball around them with a soft tortured whimper.

Her heart was thundering in her chest so loudly she could only have been imagining the deep muffled grunting noises and hushed girlish squeals filtering dully through the wall from Maddy’s room next door.

Candy sat at the dressing room mirror and drank in the glamorous sight of her own visage.

Wasn’t it, like, sooo~ great how all the light-bulbs lit up and highlighted every perfect angle of her gorgeous face? She spotted a fun color of lipstick on the make-up stand and merrily applied it to her puffy, bee-stung lips.

She didn’t need it of course—her lips were a natural shade of rich ruby red now—but this was a pageant and pretty pageant girls wore make-up! She giggled and smacked her lips loudly to even out the tone.

She arranged her long mass of honey-blonde hair stylishly over one slender shoulder and straightened her back as she struck a pose and examined herself again in the mirror.

The gown she wore was beautiful. All in sumptuous white silk, diaphanous and pure as driven snow but tailored for someone of less... voluptuous proportions than Candy. It was an elegant strapless slip with a long slit up the side of her shapely leg and presented a sweetheart neckline which her enormous milky tits were all but exploding from in their magnificent magnitude.

Honestly, she had broken the zipper under her right armpit squeezing herself into it and several of the stitched seams were distended, starting to come apart under the weighty pressure of her wide curvy hips and bra-busting cleavage.

She wished Grant or Maddy could see her now but she had slept late again. Candy had awoken incredibly horny but surprisingly refreshed to find a handwritten note from Maddy informing her that Grant was taking her for an “emergency gown refitting” with Madame Sentani before the beauty competition.

It had been propped up against an empty pink pastry box.

Candy hoped everything was alright, she felt like she hadn’t seen her family in ages but...

“Knock, knock. Are you in here, Princess? It’s Daddy.” A familiar voice called from outside the dressing room door.

Candy spun on the small stool to face the entrance, hurriedly arranging her hair and fixing her poise for best jaw-dropping effect.

Delicate chin raised, tits out-thrust and smooth legs pulled demurely to one side with her long golden tresses cascading down over a bare shoulder.

“Come in, Daaaddy~...” She sing-songed sweetly even as the handle twisted and the door swung inwards.

“I just wanted to wish you luck and...” Her boss’s voice trailed off mid-sentence as his eyes landed on Candy.

They nearly bugged clean out of his head.

“Candice! Wha- you can’t be in here.” He spluttered, checking behind himself before slipping in and closing the door. “This is Britney’s dressing room!”

Candy just smiled instead of rolling her eyes. Of course Britney got her own dressing room while the rest of the girls had to make do in the stage wings of the small college theater. Jessica Dawson might have been the event organizer but she wasn’t even trying to hide her flagrant favoritism.

“Don’t worry about it, Boss.” She giggled, gracefully rising from the seat and sashaying towards him. “Britney is out trying to find her evening gown for the interview round. Funny thing though, it’s gone mysteriously missing.”

In truth, Britney was going into hysterics from what Candy had last heard and her bitch mother was preparing to tear the head off the stage manager as if that would help find the wayward garment.

“Wait, the dress you’re wearing. Is that...?”

Candy’s smile widened as she clicked her way across the threadbare carpet in her ivory five-inch designer pumps. Nicholas backed up against the door as though trying to escape before she pressed herself up warmly against him.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” She teased as her soft body molded up against his. Her soft pillowy tits pressed firmly into his chest. “Do you like the way I’m spilling out of your little princess’s fancy dress?“

His mouth opened and shut soundlessly as Candy started to nibble at his stubbled jawline. She could feel his heart racing in his chest as she pressed her firm thigh between his own and sensuously rubbed up against him like a cat in heat.

“Nooo~” His strangled groan came out as little more than a whisper. “Candice, please. I can’t...“

“Of course you can, Daddy.” She purred into his ear as her small hands traced gently across his broad shoulders. “A big strong man like you can do anything he likes to a poor wicked little thing like me. How could I stop you?“

“No, I-I mustn’t... not here! We’ll be caught, someone will hear...” He hissed as she licked lazily at his earlobe with a sultry giggle.

“Not if you fuck me up against the door, Daddy.” She breathed hotly and worked her questing hands down over his ribs towards his belt buckle. “Do you know what I am wearing under this pretty Princess gown? What I am wearing just for you?“

“Wha- what?”

“Nothing at all.” She husked and slipped her hand down into his slacks, palming his swelling member. It twitched violently at her rousing touch. “There’s nothing to stop you from pushing me up against this door and hiking up this slutty dress. Nothing to prevent you from slamming your hard Daddy cock deep into my needy little pussy.“

His hands, previously frozen at his sides, slammed down on her fat undulating ass with enough impact to make her flesh ripple under the silk. He dragged her body harder into him and buried his face in her thick mass of golden hair.

“Fuck Candice... gotta fuck you! Gotta take that hot princess pussy and fuck the shit out of it!” He growled into her neck and she gasped, running her fingers through his neatly styled hair as he sampled her flawless skin with his ravenous tongue.

“I’m not Candice anymore, I’m Candy… just a naughty treat for you to gobble right up.” She giggled, as he lifted her by her jutting hips and she wrapped her long legs around his waist.

“Such a naughty fucking treat!” He echoed as he spun—knocking a small vase of white “Good Luck” roses addressed to his daughter off a nearby stand—and forced her back up against the door.

He wrestled at his belt and zipper as she laced her fingers behind his neck then started to slide her slick pelvis back and forth against his stomach. She kept her big bedroom eyes locked on his as he freed his rearing shaft and tugged fitfully at the expensive gown already struggling to confine her tremendous curves.

“Hurry up and unwrap your Candy, Daddy. Don’t you want to try a piece?” She cooed and pouted up at him from under her long lashes.

“Faaark~! Stupid fucking pageant dresses...” He was panting fit to pass out from all-consuming arousal.

So when she arched herself further into him and lifted her heavenly cleavage up under his chin, he just grabbed the over-wrought neckline and tore it open, all the way down the front.

Her body bloomed from within the silken rags as they came apart. Her mountainous tits bubble up and out, free at last. The smooth acreage of her ass and hips bounced and jiggled in the open air. The trim runway of her flat trim belly seemed to lead all the way down to the promised land of her cute hairless pussy.

“Jeezus, Candy! Your tits, your ass... Oh god, look at that wet fucking pussy!“

She didn’t need to look, she could feel her soaked folds clinging to the cotton of his crisp white button up. The added friction was fabulous and she let out a throaty groan as she felt his steely cock jerking against the thick crack of her rear. She gave it a few tantalizing twerks making him growl like a caged beast.

“Do you want to feel this tight princess pussy, Daddy?” She moaned, “It’s burning up to feel you inside, filling it to the brim.“

“Yes, yes I want to fill that tight pussy!” Nicholas all but howled in desperate delirium, heedless of anyone who might overhear them.

Candy bunched her thigh muscles enough to lift her big rounded hips and let his drizzling tip slide beneath her flexing cheeks to catch at the entrance to her swollen mound.

He grunted and tried frantically to lance up into her deepest depths but she countered his action with an equal but opposite reaction, bucking her hips backwards to keep him fixed at the very brink of blissful penetration.

“Is this a prize pussy you’re about to fuck?” She inquired sweetly down into his sweat saturated face.

“It is... It is!” Nicholas almost sobbed the words, his face crimson and contorted in an expression of purest agony.

Candy let the first inch of him slide slowly past her lurid lips. He was throbbing wildly as though on the very edge of exploding...

“Is this a first place snatch you’re going to sink your huge dick into?” She queried again, her own voice quavering as her own blazing need threatened to consume her.

“Yes, Candy! Pleeeease~” He nodded his head as the tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief and a vein bulged at his temple.

She sank halfway down his girthy shaft before he had a fucking stroke and paused only long enough to growl out one final demand.

“Tell me it’s the crown winning cunt and I’ll fuck your big Daddy brains out.“

Nicholas’s whole body shuddered and he looked like he might faint but Candy held on by a tenuous thread until he finally surrendered.

“I’ll do it! God help me, I’ll do it but I need to fu—”

Candy didn’t wait for him to finish. She let herself go and sank completely down his furious length, hilting his entirety within her hungry soaking sheath.

“Aaauurgh~!” He cried, as his hands clawed at her fat ass-cheeks, spreading them wide so he could spear into her as far as possible.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck this filthy pageant pussy and make your Candy scream.” She squealed as her ecstatic insides twisted and writhed around his pounding cock.

He didn’t need any direction, he was lost to the world and utterly focused on ramming as much of his tumescent man-meat into her as possible.

He buried his feverish face in her careening cleavage to stifle an animal roar as his hips bucked and heaved in a mad discordant rhythm. Candy pushed back down onto him, meeting each of his lancing thrusts and setting a tireless pace for their illicit coupling.

Her pussy thrilled as his rampaging cock stretched and plundered her most sensitive flesh. She gripped her stiff aching nipples and pulled until her enormous melons were smothering his head, titty-fucking his skull and moaning noisily in sinful ecstasy.

“Do you like this naughty pussy?” She crooned even as a wave of depraved delight lit up her nerves and made her eyelids flutter.

“Mmmmhmmmph~!”

The small dressing room was choked with the perfume of their hot sex and the resounding slaps of their frenzied fucking. Her ankles were crossed just above his humping ass and the heels of her pumps clacked together into time with their frantic joining. She could feel his hard driving cock swelling within her, even as she raced towards the brink of ecstasy herself.

A fist pounded on the door and a rough male voice called out...

“Curtains go up in five minutes! Hey... what’s going on in there?”

They were caught!

Candy shrieked as euphoric lightning arced through her body and grounded itself in her convulsing nethers. Her thick thighs clamped down around his waist, trapping him there and crushing him as though she could pinch him in half. She squeezed and rocked her internal muscles coaxing Nicholas to explode, needing him to fill her wicked pussy in that glorious moment of cunt-quaking climax.

“Mmmmwarf~ fuckfuckfuck!” Her Boss bellowed as he threw back his head and erupted deep into her waiting womb.

“Yaasssss!” Candy howled in a rapturous refrain.

She could feel jets of his scalding cum shooting inside of her spasming snatch. Her head beat heavily back against the door and her whole body tightening up in a toe-curling release as Nicholas continued to blow his sticky load, trying to fill her little belly to overflowing.

When they finally stilled, it was with panting breaths that Nicholas came back to himself.

“Oh my god, Candy. We just... we just...” He wheezed, looking about in bleary-eyed alarm.

As if he only just realized he had been loudly fucking her up against the dressing room door, Candy wanted to laugh at the horrified look on his face. She tousled his messy hair playfully instead and let her shaky feet slide back down to the floor.

“Mmmhmmm…” She hummed when she felt him softly slide out of her battered pussy and giggled impishly as she discarded the last few clinging scraps of torn white silk from her shoulders. “You did a pretty nice job of it too. Good work, Boss!“

“Wait... wha- what’s happening right now?”

Nicholas stood there gaping at her with his cock still out as she picked up her clothing from where she had stashed it on a dresser. His pants and boxers were swimming around his ankles and the hem of his wrinkled dress shirt was badly stained with their combined juices.

“Well... we just, like, fucked and now you’re going to see to it that my Maddy takes home that winner’s crown today.“

Her tone was all business and she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact fashion as she wiggled into the black lycra mini-skirt she had picked out earlier. She hadn’t brought any underwear and briefly closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of his warm seed spilling down the inside of her smooth thighs.

“Candice, listen... I know that I said some things in the heat of the moment...“

“You mean, like, when you were fucking me just now?” She beamed at him. “You gotta admit, it was lots of fun.“

He stammered and stuttered as she slipped on a white blouse and tied it closed under her massive melons. No bra, she didn’t need one and none could fit her prodigious size anyway.

“Don’t say it like that, we can’t...”

“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago.” She giggled and leaned in to give him a big wet kiss on the cheek. It left a scarlet lipstick stain. “It’s simple, just get out there and do like you promised. I’d hate to have to ruin your life, Boss.“

His only response was an indignant squawk as an expression of horrified realization marred his handsome features. Candy turned back one last time and graced him with a cheeky wink as she grabbed the door handle.

“Better pull up those trousers, Mister Dawson. The show is about to begin and your wife will be looking for you.“

With that parting shot she flung the door open wide and strutted out past a gawking group of milling stagehands.

Candy sat alone in the auditorium waiting for Maddy to take the stage.

There were plenty of empty seats, the modest theater wasn’t even a quarter full with spectators. Beauty Pageants just weren’t a big deal in their small college town she decided and wondered what all the fuss was really about. Why had she been working herself up over something that was ultimately so silly and unimportant?

The other pageant mothers sat apart from her in their own little gaggle but Candy didn’t care. She wasn’t a part of them anymore and they were all a bunch of boring snooty bitches anyway.

They could sit there clutching at their pearl necklaces and sending offended glares in her direction all they liked. Candy was only there to see her darling Maddy’s expression when she was crowned as the Pageant Queen of New Billington.

She grinned wickedly when she spotted Nicholas hurrying in to take his seat at the judges table. He was still tucking in his shirt as he walked and nearly tripped when he spotted her lounging in the audience.

He wasn’t looking very healthy, all pale and sweaty with the wild gleam in his eye of a man whose sanity was balanced on a knife’s edge. He yanked out his chair and roughly jostled the trestle table as he sat, nearly knocking the champion’s tiara off onto the floor. The other two male judges gave him concerned looks.

“Hey there, Sugar Tits. You’re looking good, is that seat taken?” A deep yet familiar voice rumbled.

“Oooh~ Grant, you made it just in time!” She trilled excitedly, turning to see her husband looming large in the aisle beside her. “They’re about to start. Sit, sit!”

The small theater row was a much tighter fit for him than it was for her; she had to lift her knees all the way to her pillowy chest so he could squeeze past and wedge himself into the vacant seat. He was a very large man after-all.

Though Candy kinda liked the way his broad chest strained the buttons of his shirt and his big shoulders nearly popped the stitching of his sensible tweed jacket. Even the definition of his muscular quads, hamstrings and calves were clearly visible through the drawn-tight khaki of his slacks. She frowned in concern when she noticed that the trouser legs ended in neat cuffs far too high above his ankles.

She needed to take him shopping for some new outfits. Candy loved clothing shopping and couldn’t fathom why her handsome husband would wear clothes that didn’t fit him properly.

“No fear babe. I was just making sure our little girl had something in her belly before going out on stage.” He grunted as he threw a strong arm across her slender shoulders and let his rough hand rest on the top slope of one of her hefty breasts.

“I can’t tell you how happy it makes me, knowing that the two of you are getting along so well.” She sighed contentedly and snuggled warmly into his side.

She had missed him, it felt like days since they were last together. Just sitting beside him and feeling his warmth was getting her all hot and bothered again.

He smelled like old leather, fresh-chopped oak and that musty salty hint of yummy cum. Candy breathed it all in as her naughty hand started to quest across his rocky thigh towards the thick obvious bulge shoved carelessly down his opposite pant-leg.

They had just dimmed the theater lights, she could probably get away with...

“Welcome to the Miss New Billington Teen Pageant. Without further ado, let’s meet all our beautiful young contestants, shall we? Give them a round of applause, folks.” The Pageant Presenter announced from the stage with a flourish.

Candy straightened in her chair and clapped enthusiastically, bouncing with eager excitement.

Eight young women glided out into the spotlights but only two of them held any real interest for Candy. Britney Dawson led the way of course, but she wasn’t wearing the slinky silk evening gown she had planned on wowing the crowd with. That elegant dress was in tatters on her dressing room floor last Candy had seen of it.

Instead she was wearing some dusty rose and violet lace gown with long layered skirts and puffy everything that completely obscured her sculpted athletic body. The garish colors clashed with her pale complexion and the whole affair looked like it belonged in a period drama, not on stage in a beauty competition. Had Britney and her mother raided the old theater’s costume department to find this horrid replacement?

“She looks a fucking mess.” Grant scoffed none too quietly and Candy meant to slap him on the chest in rebuke but just ended up rubbing his hard muscles through his shirt.

He wasn’t wrong though. The usually haughty young princess looked wretched. Her face was blotchy and her mascara was running as though she had been crying. Her platinum hair still looked nice though Candy had to admit.

Then Candy caught sight of the girl’s mother Jessica standing in the wings off-stage. She was glaring furious daggers at Candy and alternating that death-stare between her and Nicholas at the judges table down front. Maybe she had heard some troubling rumors?

Candy just giggled and gave the scowling woman a friendly wave before cuddling herself back into her husband’s manly breast.

The other contestants all looked lovely in their splendid evening wear. Each of them presented themselves much better than Britney in Candy’s opinion, all with neatly appointed make-up and shimmering gowns that flattered their youthful figures. One by one they filed out smiling beatifically for the judges and into the scattered audience until finally...

“Oh look, Sweetie. It’s our Maddy!” She cheered and waved excitedly at her daughter as she made her stage entrance.

Maddy looked fabulous if a bit unsteady on her feet. She blinked vacantly up at the bright stage lights as she swayed on her tall stilettos as though tipsy. She filled out her glittering emerald ball gown spectacularly, her heavy swelling cleavage accented by sparkling sequins with her firm hips and bubbly butt filling out the skirts with devastatingly provocative flare.

How had Candy ever thought her stunning daughter couldn’t compete with these other girls? She was a total teen bombshell and the other girls looked like a group of sour-faced plain Janes beside her.

Maddy’s lipstick did look a bit smudged though and even her lips looked a bit bruised. Her hair was a tangled pile of light amber locks in that sexy bedhead style some girls went for, giving her a freshly-fucked appeal that worked with her slightly smeared make-up. A little hint of slut to spice up the princess portrayal, Candy heartily approved.

The judges seemed to be having a hushed argument at their table down front and Mister Dawson was scribbling frantically at a paper form on the table in front of him. Maddy wiped away something dribbling from the corner of her mouth with the back of her manicured hand and gave all three judges a bright ditsy smile before turning to strut back to her position on stage.

The disagreement must have been getting heated because Nicholas finally snapped. He leapt to his feet and slammed the paper down on the table as his chair toppled behind him.

“Those are my fucking scores so do what you were fucking told and copy them, you cock-sucking parasites!” He screamed with spittle flying from his snarling lips.

The two other judges blanched and recoiled from him in horrified disbelief as the raving madman scooped up the diamante tiara and satin sash in shaking hands and started to climb awkwardly onto the stage.

“Play the winner’s walk!” He roared at no-one in particular and all the contestants looked at each other in confusion.

The nervous presenter made an attempt to find some clarity. “Mister Dawson? This is only the beginning of the first round...”

“I’ve made my fucking decision already, now play the goddamn winner’s walk!” He bellowed and someone off stage-left must have questioned him because he rounded in that direction and balled an angry fist. “I’m the man who is paying your fucking wages! Now play the fucking music, you useless cunt!”

The speakers crackled then a rolling instrumental tune filled the room, a jubilant uplifting number that signaled the victory crowning of the beauty queen.

Nicholas stalked towards the glamorous girls who all flinched back at his shambling approach. All except Maddy who just blinked, giggled and gave him a big vapid smile. Candy’s boss stopped before her daughter and unceremoniously fixed the dazzling tiara in her thick mane of hair then nearly wrapped himself up in the sash before finally unwinding it onto one of Maddy’s bare shoulders.

“There, we have a fucking winner! It’s over and I am finally fucking free of all this bullshit!” He crowed from center-stage throwing back his head and raising his fists to the heavens as though in defiance of some wayward deity.

“You cheating fucking BASTARD!!” The banshee shriek came from his wife Jessica charging out from the wings with her hands extended like claws in front of herself. “You fucking dare to ruin this for me?!“

He rounded on her just in time to be attacked by his screeching spouse. “Is that her lipstick? You goddamn asshole, you’re a fucking dead man!“

“Don’t start with me, you cold-blooded bitch!”

Those words were the clarion call for chaos to spread like wildfire throughout the entire theater. Britney collapsed into a sobbing puddle of ugly skirts while the other girls fled the scene in various states of alarm, fright and despair. Stagehands sprang onstage to separate the brawling screaming couple at the direction of a beet-faced stage manager who was barking orders like a career drill sergeant.

The crowd of conservatively dressed but outraged pageant moms rushed down the center aisle baying for blood like an angry mob while the rest of the audience made a break for the fire exits. Most of them at least, a few of the younger members were standing on their seats and filming the whole debacle on their phones with big shit-eating grins.

Throughout all the violence and mayhem Maddy floated like an ecstatic cloud, untouched and moving gracefully with the sweeping orchestral score to the front of the stage, taking her winner’s walk.

Candy and Grant met her there, arm in arm looking proudly up at their gorgeous daughter as she beamed joyfully down at them before flinging herself off the stage edge into Grant’s arms.

“Daddy, I won! Maddy is the prettiest princess!” Maddy exclaimed happily as he caught her effortlessly in his powerful embrace. Then she pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss.

Candy smiled and adjusted the tiara in her daughter’s hair as the squirming young lady moaned into her stepfather’s mouth. It was sooo~ nice to see her two favorite people getting along and coming together as a loving family at last.

Maddy finally broke the lip-lock with a satisfied purr and turned in Grant’s arms to boggle at Candy.

“Mommy is that you? You look sooo~ pretty! Like a sexy Barbie doll with big yummy titties...“

“Aaaaw... Thank you, Sweetie.” Candy preened under her precious daughter’s adoring gaze. “You look amazing too. Congratulations on your big win. You earned it.“

“It’s all thanks to big Daddy Grant,” Maddy cooed, wrapping her arms around his bullish neck and rubbing her flushed face into his broad shoulder. “He’s really been giving it to me the last few days...“

“I think we all earned it together.” Grant laughed, tucking one arm under Maddy’s butt to hold her up while snaking his other around Candy’s waist to lead them all away.

Behind them the fighting on stage was devolving into a full-blown riot and somebody loudly announced that they had called the police but the happy family just wandered together back up the sloping aisle towards the main exit.

“How about we all go out for ice-cream to celebrate before heading home?” Grant offered magnanimously as his groping hand slid ever lower and latched onto Candy’s lush ass in a tight, possessive grip.

“That would be nice...” She panted as she plastered herself against his side and nuzzled her face into his bulky bicep. “Otherwise I know, like, this super cool new Bakery that just opened...“

“Oh, that sounds really good!” Maddy giggled, peppering her stepfather’s chin with arduous little kisses as he carried them away from all the madness.

“The bakery it is then.” Grant declared and Candy melted against him with a pleased giggle of her own.

Everything was working out better than she could have imagined when they had made the tough decision to move to New Billington. She had truly turned a new leaf and now everything was coming up Candy. Somehow she had lucked out and was loving her new life.

Candy moaned as Grant slipped a few thick fingers underneath her tight mini-skirt just as they stepped out onto the busy mainstreet.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt sooo~ happy.