Communist candy nanny state

Brian didn't know where to start.

That was the problem with buffets. Too many options.

Minnie stood on the rug, naked except for her white stockings, clipboard pressed against her stomach.

Her giant tits spilled over the top of it on both sides.

Her glasses had slid all the way to the tip of her nose and were hanging on for dear life.

"Should I write something down now," she asked. "I feel I should be writing something down."

"Drop the clipboard," Brian said.

"But-"

"Drop it."

She set it on the nightstand. Carefully. Then she lined up the pen next to it so they were perfectly parallel.

Brian stepped in and grabbed both of her tits with both hands.

He didn’t do it gently. He did it the way a kid on Christmas morning rips into a box.

His fat fingers sank into the soft, heavy flesh and it overflowed between his knuckles.

They were warm. They were heavy.

They were so much heavier than he expected, that he actually had to say "Jesus" out loud.

"Who is Jesus," Minnie asked.

"The son of this one douchebag I met. Shut up."

He lifted them. He let them drop. They landed with a fleshy slap against her ribs and wobbled for a solid three seconds.

He did it again.

Slap. Wobble.

"Why are you doing that," Minnie asked, watching her own chest bounce with polite confusion. "Is that part of it. Is the bouncing part of it."

"Quality control," Brian grunted.

He squished them together until her cleavage turned into one long crease.

He pulled them apart.

He pinched both nipples and tugged them outward, stretching her tits into two pale cones.

"Ow," Minnie said flatly. "Ow. That is. Hm. That is ow but also not ow. I do not have a word for this."

Her nipples were getting hard.

Big, fat, dusty-pink nubs that stood up between his fingers.

Brian leaned down and stuffed one into his mouth.

He sucked on it with a loud, wet, slurping noise, drool running down the underside of her tit.

Minnie looked down at the top of his greasy head.

"You are eating me," she observed.

"Mmmf."

"I am not candy. I am a maid."

He switched to the other one. He bit down, just a little.

Minnie let out a squeak that she clearly did not authorize.

Brian spun her around by the hips.

Her ass was even better from this angle. Big, round, pale, a perfect upside-down heart.

He grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed.

He jiggled them.

He spread them wide open and stared directly at her puckered little asshole and the fat, puffy lips of her pussy peeking out underneath.

"You are looking at my bottom," Minnie said, peering back over her shoulder. Her glasses fell off completely and bounced on the rug. "Oops. My glasses. This will make the evaluation harder."

Brian raised his hand and smacked her right cheek.

SMACK.

It rippled. A pink handprint bloomed on the pale skin.

"Eep!" Minnie jolted forward onto her toes. "That was… painful! Is hitting my bottom necessary!”

SMACK. The left one this time.

"No more questions," Brian said, grinning. "You're here to learn."

"But how do I learn…," she asked, a little breathless. "Without asking questions."

“That’s the neat part. You will.”

He shoved her face-first onto the bed.

She landed with a surprised "oof," her tits squashing into the frilly pink comforter and her ass sticking up in the air.

The beehive stayed perfectly intact. Brian was starting to suspect it was structural.

He yanked his pants down.

His cock sprang out, red and swollen and already drooling pre-cum in a long, sticky string that landed on the back of her stocking.

He grabbed her hips. He lined up.

He missed.

His cock slid right up her ass crack and poked her in the tailbone.

His inexperience was showing.

"What is that." Minnie asked, twisting around. "It feels very warm. And slimy."

"Hold still and shut up," Brian growled.

He tried again. Too low. It slid between her thighs and bumped her clit, which made her jump so hard her knee hit him in the stomach.

"Sorry! That was a reflex! I have very strong reflexes! I once kicked a candy bear by accident and it was stuck on my shoe for three days!"

Brian swore. He grabbed his dick in one fist and her ass in the other and actually looked this time. He found the slit. He pressed the fat head against it.

She was surprisingly wet.

Her body clearly understood what was happening even if her brain was still catching up.

He shoved forward.

Minnie's whole body went stiff.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh no. It is going in. The tool is going in the pee-hole. Is it supposed to go in the pee-hole. It is going in very far. Why. Deeper. Oh dear."

He hit resistance. He pushed harder.

Pop.

"OW!" Minnie yelped, grabbing fistfuls of the comforter. "Something hurt! I think something broke! I am going to need an incident form!"

"That's normal," Brian gasped, sinking in to the balls, enjoying popping her virginity. "That just means your body is now ready."

"I did not know I was not ready!"

"Well, you are now, so shut the fuck up!"

She was unbelievably tight. It blew Brian’s mind to think that a woman who looked like a custom-made bimbo fuckdoll had been a virgin just a few seconds ago. Her pussy clamped around him and squeezed, hot and wet and confused.

Brian stood there for a second, just breathing, balls resting against her fat pussy lips, staring down at her big pale ass wrapped around his crotch.

Then he started pounding.

He had no rhythm. He had zero technique. He had watched ten thousand hours of porn and none of it had prepared him for how hard it was to keep a steady pace while standing.

But none of that stopped him from enjoying how fucking awesome it felt.

He slammed in too hard and slipped out entirely. His cock slapped against her ass with a wet thwap.

"It came out," Minnie reported.

"I know it came out."

He shoved it back in. Three thrusts. Four. He got overexcited and his cock slipped out again and slid up her crack.

"It came out again."

"STOP NARRATING."

"I am an evaluator! Narrating is essential!"

He grabbed her by the beehive.

It was the best handle available. He wrapped his fist around the base of the giant hairdo and used it to hold her in place while he rammed back inside. Her head yanked back. Her mouth fell open.

"My hair!" she squeaked. "That took two hours this morning! Please do not break my hair!"

Brian did not care about her hair.

He fucked her like a man who had been lonely for twenty years, which he was. His gut slapped against her ass on every thrust. The bed frame banged against the wall.

Downstairs, through the floorboards, he could hear Melody's crowd still singing about mussages.

MUSSAGE! MUSSAGE! LET THE GOODNESS FLOW!

Bang. Bang. Bang went the bed, right on the beat.

Minnie's tits swung under her, slapping against each other, slapping against her own chin when he hit her particularly hard.

She had stopped narrating.

Now she was just making noises.

"Uh. Uh. Uhn. Hm. Hmm! Oh. Oh my."

Brian grabbed her hips again, let go of the beehive, and really went for it.

He found the angle by accident. Something about hitting her slightly downward.

Minnie's entire body jerked like she had been struck by lightning.

"OH! Right there! Whatever that was! I would like to feel it again!"

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

Minnie's voice went up an octave. Then another. She was babbling now. Complete nonsense.

"Form seven-B! Section four! Subsection yes! YES! Please stamp! Please stamp! Where is my stamp! OH GOODNESS!"

She came.

It did not happen quietly. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard he thought his cock might get stuck forever. Her whole body shook. And then a hot, powerful gush of clear fluid blasted out around his shaft, soaking his balls, his thighs, the rug, the bottom of the comforter.

It did not stop.

She kept squirting, spurt after spurt, splattering all over his pants bunched at his ankles and drenching the floor.

"I AM LEAKING!" Minnie screamed into the pillow. "I AM LEAKING EVERYWHERE! I NEED A MOP! THEY… THEY ARE IN THE WEST CLOSET!"

Brian could not take it. The clench and the heat and the sight of her fat ass trembling around his dick while she hosed down Tansy's guest room pushed him over.

He forgot to pull out.

He came deep inside her.

Rope after rope of thick, hot cum pumped straight into her freshly popped pussy.

He groaned. He grunted.

He slumped forward onto her back and pinned her to the soaked bed with his full weight.

He lay there for a long moment, panting.

Then a thought hit him.

Oh shit. I came inside her. What if a candy-monster baby pops out?

He waited.

Nothing happened.

Well, obviously it wouldn’t happen immediately, Brian realized once he put his brains back together.

In that case, it didn’t matter.

It was a problem for future Brian.

He pulled out with a loud, wet shlorp. A thick glob of white cum oozed out of her gaping pussy and slid down her inner thigh, soaking into the top of her white stocking.

Minnie lay there, face down, ass up, not moving.

"Minnie?" Brian asked.

"I am processing," she mumbled into the pillow.

It took her five full minutes to sit up.

Her beehive was tilted at a forty-five degree angle.

Her face was flushed bright red from forehead to tits.

She fumbled on the floor, found her glasses, and put them on upside down.

She stared at Brian.

"That," Minnie said slowly, "was the most intrusive thing that has ever happened to me."

Brian braced himself.

"It was also," she continued, "the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Both of those things are true. At the same time. I do not know how that is possible. I think I broke a little bit."

Brian puffed out his chest and pulled up his soggy pants. "Yeah. I'm an expert at… “mussage” back in my hometown. Top of my class."

Minnie nodded. She turned her glasses right side up.

Then her face changed.

The pink, dazed, freshly-fucked look vanished.

Something hard and bureaucratic slid into place.

She stood up, still naked, cum still dripping down her leg, and grabbed her clipboard off the nightstand.

"No," she said.

"No what?"

"A power like this cannot just be released on the populace," Minnie said, scribbling furiously. "It is too strong. If every woman in Sugarspire received a mussage whenever she wanted, nobody would bake. Nobody would garden. Nobody would polish the candleholders. They would all just lie around waiting to leak. The kingdom would fall apart in a week."

"That sounds fucking amazing actually," Brian said.

"It must be controlled." She tore the page off with a flourish, then pulled her bodice back on without bothering with the panties, then marched to the door.

She opened it.

A guard was standing right outside in the warm hallway.

Brian nearly jumped out of his skin, his fat balls tightening against his sweaty groin.

She was an athletic, heavily stacked woman. Thick dark brunette strands escaped from the base of her ornate silver helmet, sticking to the light sweat coating her neck. Her face had sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, a full bottom lip, and piercing hazel eyes fixed dead ahead.

Her pale cheeks burned with an intense, bright crimson blush.

The wet, slapping noises from the bedroom had clearly traveled right through the wooden door. She had heard every single grunt, squirt, squelch and moan.

Her armor looked useless for actual combat, which made it magnificent for Brian's tastes. Polished silver plate hugged her voluptuous frame. The breastplate was hammered so tight against her torso that her heavy, round breasts were forced upward into an absurd shelf of pale cleavage. Below her narrow waist, a silver battle-skirt barely reached her hip joints. It left her thick, muscular thighs completely bare. The lower curves of her sculpted ass cheeks peeked out from the bottom edge of the metal plates. Her calves were locked into polished greaves resting atop high-heeled steel sabatons. One gauntleted fist gripped an upright steel spear with rigid intensity.

Brian's cock gave a violent throb against his pants. She stood at stiff attention.

"How long has she been there?" Brian squeaked.

"She was assigned to you to this morning. Rosalind’s decision. She said we need to keep the envoy safe.”

The guard nodded once, still staring at the wall.

Brian had serious doubts about Rosalind’s true motivations here.

Minnie turned back to Brian and held out the torn page. It had a messy pink stamp in the corner. Brian wondered at which point she had managed to stamp it… and with what stamp?

"Brian Bladeboss," she announced. "You are now officially licensed as a “Mussager” in Sugarspire. Congratulations."

Brian snatched the paper. "Hell yeah."

"But," Minnie continued, raising a finger. "There are limits. Even as an envoy, I am limiting you to only one mussage per day. To one woman. More than that could cause chaos."

Brian's grin died.

"One? ONE? Per DAY?"

"Guardswoman Hollis will make sure the rule is followed. She will be with you at all times. And I will inform the Queen personally of this… development."

The guard gave Brian a stiff little nod.

"No, no, no, wait," Brian begged, stumbling forward, grabbing Minnie's arm with his cum-sticky hand. "Minnie. Min. Come on. Let's talk about this. Two a day. Three a day. Weekends are unlimited. We can negotiate. I'll give you another demonstration. A free one. Right now."

Minnie gently peeled his fingers off.

"I am sorry, envoy. Rules are rules. Without rules, cookies form unions." She adjusted her crooked beehive. "Also I am releasing you from the rest of the castle tour. Informing the Queen takes precedence. The closets will have to wait."

She turned and walked down the hallway.

Brian watched her go. With every step, a thick white bead of his cum slid lower down the inside of her thigh, glistening under the edge of her short skirt, until it disappeared into her stocking.

The guard stayed exactly where she was, spear in hand, eyes on the wall.

Brian slowly sank down onto the soaked mattress. It squelched under him.

Unbelievable, he thought.

Everything is free. The food is free. The rooms are free. The clothes are free. But the second a guy finds a real business opportunity, the government shows up with a clipboard and a quota.

He stared at his license. One per day.

"This is a communist candy nanny state," he growled.

Downstairs, the crowd was still chanting.

MUSSAGE! MUSSAGE!

Brian crushed the edge of the license in his sweaty fist.

His jaw set. His beady eyes narrowed at the guard standing in his doorway.

"One a day," he said to himself. "We'll fucking see about that."

“What was that?” Hollis, the guard asked.

“N-Nothing,” Brian quickly answered, realizing he should keep his internal monologue to himself.

He was going to overturn this rule. He did not know how yet. Maybe he would go straight to the Queen. Maybe he would go around her. Maybe he would find someone in this candy-coated bureaucracy who was dumb enough to sign anything he put in front of them.

Nobody was going to put limits to his second-life fuckfest.

One way or another, Brian Bladeboss was going to fuck his way through the free market.

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