Candi's Big City Adventures

Candi wanted to tell her sweet landlord, Frank, all about her visit to the doctor's office. She remembered, though, that Dr. Cross wanted to explain things to Frank and Thomas first. So, Candi just went straight to her apartment and rested after such an extraneous visit. It didn't take long for Candi to fall asleep. Her body had been worked over by Dr. Cross, in more ways than she could really comprehend or explain anyway.

Frank got a ping on his computer that Candi had returned home. Unfortunately, he couldn't pull himself away from his work quite yet anyway. He watched as the girl meandered to her bed and practically collapsed into a deep sleep. Watching the girl sleep so deeply had the overweight man's mind racing with naughty thoughts. He had been thinking about this taboo line for some time. Of course, he loved his daily blow jobs and giving Candi cum baths. However, there was some sick part of him that wanted a part of her that she would never know about.

Before he could allow his thoughts to wander too deep down those thoughts once again, his phone began to ring from an unknown number. His heart raced for a moment, wondering if he and Thomas had been caught in what they had been doing. Technically, Candi consented to everything they had done so far, she just... Well, she didn't truly understand what she was consenting to thanks to her gullible and, frankly kind of dumb, nature. With a shaky hand, Frank decided to just answer the phone.

"This is Frank," his gruff voice managed to say despite his nerves.

"Ah, good. Frank, this is Dr. Cross. Candi's new doctor," a smooth, confident voice told him from the other line. Her doctor? Why was he calling Frank? Did she let slip more than she should?

"I didn't know my tenant had a doctor," Frank responded carefully, not wanting to give away more than he should.

"Thomas Wright sent her my way to make sure his personal assistant was good to go for her upcoming duties," Dr. Cross responded without missing a beat. Frank's heart settled slightly at this information. Thomas wouldn't send their Candi to just anyone. In fact, this doctor probably sampled the goods as well.

"Ah, good man Thomas. So, are you calling me for any particular reason?" Frank's gruff voice found a tone of confidence he usually only displayed around the dumb blonde he now watched sleeping on his monitor.

"Yes. We have overlapping interests, the three of us. To ensure she stays clean, I would hope that we do not risk introducing any more kind men into her life," his tone suggested that it wasn't really a suggestion. Frank nodded in understanding, although Dr. Cross couldn't see.

"Yea, I agree," Frank finally said, realizing the doctor was waiting for a verbal response.

"Very good. Now, I also wanted to discuss her treatment plans with both you and Thomas. Perhaps the three of us can grab a quick drink this evening. There's also the detail of Candi's..." the line went quiet for a moment, and Frank wondered what of Candi's Dr. Cross wanted to discuss.

"Candi's what, Dr. Cross?" Frank stammered, the anticipation killing him.

"Daddy," Dr. Cross spat the word, as if her father didn't deserve the title. Frank agreed. He wanted Candi to call him Daddy. He had been formulating a plan on how to make that happen. "I appreciate your quick thinking that brought Candi into all our lives. If we want to keep her though, we need to make sure her father won't be a problem for us." Frank drummed his fingers on his desk as he mulled over the doctor's words. He wondered if he should express his interest in getting Candi to think of himself as Daddy or not.

"I've had similar thoughts. I have an idea. It might help solidify everything if the three of us are on the same page though," Frank conceded as his eyes wandered back to the sleeping teen on his screen. His cock stirred in his pants just watching her sleeping chest rise and fall.

"Great. Thomas has already agreed to drinks as well. The King's Cup is not far from The Sterling Apartments, correct?" The doctor asked, although it sounded as if he already knew the answer to his question.

"Not far at all," Frank confirmed.

"Good. I will see you in an hour," and with that, the line went dead. Frank wasn't sure whether he should be annoyed or impressed. This man's dominance could rival that of Thomas. Although, Thomas doesn't usually let it seep into his friendships, which Frank always appreciated.

An hour gave him just enough time to finish his work and close up his office. He took one last longing look at his monitor before leaving to meet with the other men in Candi's life.

...

Candi's stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies as her first real day of work rolled around. She had met with Dr. Cross yesterday to get her daily dose of cum inside her. He reminded her he couldn't always be the one to give her the full dose. She shouldn't ask Thomas or Frank as she shouldn't bother them, but they are now aware of her condition. He assured her they would do their best to help with filling her prescription, but she needed to keep Dr. Cross informed on her daily completed doses.

Candi dressed in her usual business attire, remembering she would finally be getting her official work uniform at the office today. Mr. Wright had been such a good boss to her so far, she couldn't believe she would get to stay on with him.

Frank met Candi just outside her door with a warm smile and a small pink bag. He handed the bag over to her as he motioned for her to follow him into his little office space under the stairs.

"Congratulations Candi," he said with a big grin. Candi happily opened the bag to find three new pink lip glosses from a brand she didn't recognize. She beamed up at him upon revealing her gift.

"Oh, thank you, Frankie! This is like so, so sweet of you!" She exclaimed as she immediately began to apply her new lip gloss.

"Of course, darlin'. That color and sheen is called 'DSL'," he explained as her lips immediately appeared pinker and plumper. They certainly looked like the perfect dick sucking lips. He, of course, knew from experience that they were.

"Ooh, this is going to be my new favorite lip gloss," she stated as she slipped the new tubes into her purse.

"Make sure you reapply after anytime you need to suck on something, like after our evening security checks," he told her, watching her nod in response.

"I don't want to keep you too long and make you late. I just wanted to tell you something rather important," Frank said, forcing his face to become more solemn, while he slipped his cock out under his desk and began to stroke himself slowly.

"Of course, Frankie. If you say it's important, then I know it must be," Candi perked up, giving the middle-aged man her undivided attention.

"I need you to understand, your old father isn't your Daddy anymore," he began slowly, matching his strokes to his tone. Frank tried to keep his eyes on hers, instead of her tits for once. Wanting to convey how important this was. "I will need you to, instead, think of me as your Daddy." Frank let these words settle in the air between them, watching her face contort adorably with confusion.

"I don't understand," Candi confessed with a shake of her head.

"I know, darlin'. Understanding and thinking can be so hard sometimes," he spoke the condescending words as sweetly as he could. "Usually, your Daddy is the one who has to do all those things for you, as the man in your life. Your father lost the bet, remember? So, he doesn't make any decisions for you. Doesn't do all that hard thinking for you. Doesn't give you a safe place to live. I do all those things now. I even found you the perfect job, which helped you find a good doctor to keep you healthy," he explained everything slowly with a patronizing tone.

"So, cuz you do all those things, you're like, um, my new Daddy?" Candi asked, still a bit confused. Frank had to hold back the groan from her using that title directed at him. He could feel his leaking precum on his stroking hand.

"Yes, exactly. See, so smart when you let men think and decide things for you," Frank praised her. "And, you're lucky. You have all three men in your life that you'll need! And, I helped you get all the men you need. Thomas, Will and I all do our part to take care of you. Right?" his voice becoming a little breathy as he allowed himself to stroke a little faster.

"So, are Mr. Wright and Dr. Cross Daddy too?" Candi asked, her head cocked in confusion, like a little puppy.

"No, no. Silly girl," Frank chuckled, making Candi chuckle too. "They are your boss and your doctor. They will tell you what to call them, or they already have, maybe. You call them what they tell you, do as they tell you. Then, you come home, to me, Daddy. And, I take care of you, keep you safe. I even get you gifts at big moments in your life," Frank pointed excitedly to the bag, making Candi beam again. Frank had to slow his hand again, too close to cumming. "I'll even feed you sometimes, if you want the full Daddy treatment," he said huskily.

"Oh, Frankie -- oh, erm, I mean, Daddy," Candi gushed as she corrected herself. "I might forget sometimes cuz like I always thought Daddy was my only Daddy." She giggled as she fell for another of Frank's lies. Frank smirked at her, more than happy to remind her who her new Daddy is.

"That's okay. I need you to leave your phone with me today though, baby girl. I need to make some adjustments on it while you go to work," he said as he held out his free hand. Candi didn't seem to notice the other hand's movement under the desk. She fished her phone from her purse and gave it to Frank without further question.

"Will I get it back?" Candi asked with a small pout. She didn't use it as much as most girls her age. Of course, Frank didn't want people sniffing around any suspicious things Candi might accidentally say to them.

"Of course, baby girl. I just need to put some parental controls on it, and change my name to Daddy in your contacts." Of course, Frank also planned on looking into Candi's father, as all three men had decided that that needed to be dealt with. Candi nodded in understanding as she began to gather her items.

"Thank you, um, Daddy, for taking the time to explain everything to me," Candi gave him a genuine smile that would have made him feel guilty at the beginning of all this. Frank was far past those feelings now though.

"Anytime, baby girl. You come to Daddy anytime you're confused. I'll do my best to explain it to you," he said with a grin back. His face flushed as he was desperately holding himself back from cumming. Her calling him Daddy nearly sent him over. "Now, get to work. You don't want to be late," he reminded her, watching her tits bounce as she jumped up and rushed out.

As soon as she was out of the door, Frank grabbed an empty cup and shot his load into it. He was surprised by just how much he produced without even touching her. Soon, he would have Candi milk him like this, but he wanted to ease her into her new diet. Yea, for the first time in his long life, things were on the up and up for Frank.

...

Thomas had arrived early to work to make sure everything was ready for Candi's first real day. Getting the green light from Will had Thomas tenting all weekend. He thought about beating one out, but that just felt wasteful when he could save it all for Candi. Then, meeting with both Will and Frank to discuss some necessary logistics just solidified certain plans Thomas had for the girl.

He double-checked the outfits he had hanging in the closet; each was on a hanger labeled for the day of the week. There were, of course, hangers for the clothes she would wear in and out of the office to keep up professional appearances. Never had he implemented any of his practices with his submissives so blatantly in the office before. Never had he really had a sub in the office before. Candi was turning out to be just what he was missing all these years.

A knock on the door signaled that Thomas's fun was about to begin. It was Candi's knock. Somehow both tentative and bubbly, just like her. He made his way behind his desk, settling himself down before calling out for her to come in.

"Good morning, Sir," Candi says sweetly as she enters and shuts the door. Not waiting for an answer, she went through the motions of stripping out of the clothes she wore here, and hanging them in the closet.

"You'll find today's uniform on the hanger marked Monday," Thomas tried keeping the excitement from his voice. "You'll have to remove all of your clothing for these uniforms." The control he always prided himself on was wavering in his command to the girl. Not out of any feelings of guilt, he just couldn't wait to watch this bombshell strip for him everyday now.

"Yes Sir," Candi squeaked in surprise at the command, but now knew better than to question or argue. She unclasped the bra that barely contained her 34 DD jugs, letting the heavy yet perky things bounce free. Then, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties, Candi removed her panties with sexy little sways of her hips.

Thomas watched on, licking his lips at his own private strip show. After a weekend of build-up, he couldn't hold back. Thomas quietly unzipped himself and freed his throbbing member, stroking it to the naked bimbo in his office. They were slow, measured strokes. Candi was going to take this first load deep inside her, so he didn't want to over-stimulate himself. He held back a groan as he watched Candi's pert butt bounce and jiggle as she worked on hanging all of her clothes.

As he watched Candi try to figure out her corset top, Thomas knew this was something that would take her a while to get the hang of. That black lace squeezing her body and hefting up her tits was so worth it for him though. After what seemed like quite a while, she finally managed to get all the clasps of the corset done. Thomas had to stop the movements of his hand to keep from exploding in that moment. She still had the rest of the outfit to go, and then he would bury himself within her. He observed her unclip the thigh-high stockings from the hanger and slip them on one at a time. With her bent over like that, her ass and cunt still bare, he couldn't contain the groan this time. As Candi slowly stood, she turned to face Thomas.

"Are you, like, okay, Sir?" Her face had this adorable mixture of confusion and concern on it, all because of his noise of arousal. Thomas reclaimed his control, holding his member, but only stroking with his thumb.

"For now, Candi. I'm simply impatient to teach you more about your job. Please, continue getting yourself ready," he practically growled out, his arousal so built.

"Yes Sir," Candi nodded before grabbing the matching panties off the hanger.

She stepped daintily into them before slowly sliding them up her legs. Thomas had his eyes locked on that black lace as it traveled up the girl's legs, tightening around those thick thighs, then hugging those handfuls of hips and ass cheeks. He watched as she slid her fingers under the fabric to straighten out the material where it sat. He licked his lips, imagining his own fingers, or even tongue, moving just as her fingers had. Candi grabbed the final garment of today's outfit off the hanger and looked it over confused.

"A garter belt," Thomas stated. "Wrap around hips, cinch in place, then attach those clips to the tops of your stockings." His grip momentarily tightened around his member as he explained the item of clothing to her. Most men loved their women fully naked, and he understood why. However, there was an erotic quality to women scarcely dressed, wrapped in soft, fine fabrics like a gift just for him. And, with Candi's body, everything hugged her so damn perfectly. It made her curves that much more impressive than when she wore nothing at all.

Candi did as Thomas explained, affixing the garter belt around her hips and waist. The dainty clips holding the tops of her thigh-highs up. On the floor of the closet was a shoe rack, with little tags under each pair marking the day of the week as well. Candi slipped on the stiletto lace heels, the effect making her legs look longer and her ass perkier. She double-checked herself in the mirror, ensuring everything was on and in place properly.

"Candi," Thomas called, his voice gruff.

"Yes Sir?" Candi asked as she turned to face him.

"After you dress each day in your uniform, you will need to come over to me for an inspection before fulfilling your other regular duties. If I am in a meeting, on the phone, or busy, what will you do?" His eyes were on hers, wondering if she would remember.

"Kneel quietly by your desk until you're ready for me, Sir," Candi repeated the rule, proving there was at least a little brain in that mostly empty head of hers.

"Good girl," he praised her. "Now, come here."

"Yes Sir!" Candi quickly made her way over to Thomas, her hands clasped in front of her, which caused those massive tits of hers to squish together.

Thomas reached out a hand and began to feel everywhere that clothing ended and skin began. Feeling how perfectly this outfit was on her. He told her to turn around so that he could do the same to the back. Then, standing, he began to circle her. His eyes taking in as much as they could. His large, erect cock still out of his pants, bouncing with every step.

"Good girl. You look so professional," Thomas said with a gratified smile.

"Thank you, Sir!" She squeaked with a sigh of relief. Frank's words from this morning coming back to her. All these men in her life really did take such good care of her. Candi bit her lip, holding back asking her question as Thomas sat back down. He noticed, however, that something was on her mind. Panic set in for a moment that perhaps Candi was finally getting that all of this was wrong. Wanting her to feel safe with him, he patted his lap with a reassuring smile.

"Please, sit. Tell me what's on your mind before we begin our work today," he smirked as Candi beamed at the offer. Knowing how rare he offers for her to sit there. "I take our work here very serious, but ensuring your happiness here is a part of that." One of his hands was rubbing her thigh as he spoke, but his eyes remained on hers. For now.

"You are my boss," Candi stated the obvious, but Thomas nodded regardless. His heart rate increasing at where this could be going. "I know I call you 'Sir' when I'm answering you," she twisted her hands nervously in her lap.

"Is there something wrong with that, Candi?" His hand moving further up her thigh, toward her crotch. Allowing his hand to rub the outside of her panties while they spoke.

"N-no! No. I'm sorry, Sir. I just meant, um, well like, you know Frank?" Thomas gave a single nod. "Well, he explained to me that he's my Daddy now. And, it makes like so much sense. But, you and Dr. Cross are something else. He said that you would tell me who you are and what to call you..." Candi trailed off, looking up at Thomas adoringly.

"Ah, yes," Thomas smirked as he tucked a strand of hair behind Candi's ear. He recalled Frank mentioning this tactic to help them funnel Candi's real father out of the picture, while also explaining the original bet. Will assumed Candi's father actually nurtured her bimbo-like nature in hopes to keep her for himself. A genius plan. Too bad she now had three men not ready to let such a delectable pet go. "Frank is absolutely right. He is your Daddy now. I, being your boss, am your Master. So, you can call me "Sir" or "Master" when you need or want to address me." He decided to give a more nurturing smile in this one moment, wanting to make sure their Candi was kept as pliable as ever. The look on her face told him all that he needed to know. All previous worries gone.

"Yes Sir!" Candi perked up on his lap.