Candy's Filthy Fairy Tales

By JJ Joella

Sexy Candy Plum Diddle has written a very erotic fairy tale, which she takes to the nearest publisher. Impressed by the young mother’s work, Editor in Chief, Erotica von Sugar, invites Candy to write a whole series of stories and make them as licentious as she can. Candy’s final works are absolutely filthy and eventually include Pussy in Boots, Little Red Riding Muff, Snow Stud and the Huntress, and Snow Stud and the Seven Hos. Ms. Von Sugar is delighted, and you will be too. This is a compilation of four previous published novellas gathered together in a single volume.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JJ Joella
• Release date: Nov 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005959241

JJ Joella

J. J. Joella is a wannabe cheerleader, beauty contest winner, airline flight attendant, substitute teacher, executive secretary, part time fluffer, weekend bartender, sexual researcher, best selling author, squirt addiction counselor, and police decoy for the Sassieasse University Campus Cops.

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Candy’s Filthy Fairy Tales

By JJ Joella

This book is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

This is a collection of works that first appeared as individual novellas written by JJ Joella.

Candy’s Filthy Fairy Tales

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ISBN: 978100595241

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OTHER WORKS BY JJ JOELLA

Amy WOW and the Porn Star

Candy’s 18 & Ready

Candy’s Juicy Little Secret

Candy and the Cheerleaders

Candy and the Cowgirls

Candy’s Filthy Fairy Tales

Candy Loves Costumes

Candy and the Naughty French Maids

Candy’s Hot Cherry Pie

Britny’s Nasty Romances

Britny Creams in the Classroom

Britny Creams and the Nerd

Britny Creams and the MILF

Britny Creams in Tahiti

Britny Creams in Outer Space

Britny Creams Hotwife Adventures

Britny Creams and the Hotwife Swap Meet

Pandemic Britny

Britny Creams and the Pearl Necklace

Britny Creams Gets Off

Britny Creams with the Stud Squad

Britny Creams Cowgirl Spunk

Britny Creams and the Super Model

Pleasure Me Britny

Britny Behind Bars

Britny Creams and the Witches

Spanking Britny Creams

Haunting Britny Creams

Milking Britny’s Cream

The Seduction of Sissie Malone

The Doctor and the Brat

AUTHOR’S NOTE

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Prologue - 1966

Pussy in Boots

Snow Stud and the Huntress

Snow Stud and the Seven Hos

Little Red Riding Muff

Preview Chapter

About the Author

Prologue

1966

The pretty twenty-year-old blonde with the green eyes, pouty lips, and centerfold body walks proudly into the offices of the Sassieasse University Press. She swings her hips and flounces her miniskirt to show off the tops of her thigh-high stockings and the curves of her shapely young ass.

The eyes of everyone in the office follow her. They can’t help but notice how tightly her black rib-knit sweater fits over her upturned breasts, or how little wet patches have formed around her nipples where mothers-milk has leaked from her juicy jugs.

My name is Candy Plum Diddle, she tells the receptionist, Here to see Doctor Erotica Von Sugar-Snatch.

Jada St. Pierre, the luscious African American receptionist, smiles seductively.

She’s been expecting you all morning... right this way, please. And Jada stands, turns her fabulous booty toward Candy, and leads the girl through the double doors and into the private offices of the Executive Editor of Sassieasse Publishing Company.

Since Sassieasse University specializes in all things sexual, it’s only fitting that the executive editor of their publications is one of the hottest women on the planet. She is very tall, with long legs, and a voluptuous figure. Erotica Von Sugar-Snatch has raven hair, dark eyes, and the high cheekbones of an Empress. She stands when the little blonde comes into her office, greets Candy, and offers her a seat on the couch across from her enormous mahogany desk.

Candy sits and is immediately awed by the gorgeous woman. Still, she’s not at all embarrassed by the way her own skirt has pulled up high on her thighs. In fact, she parts her knees enough to give Ms. von Sugar-Snatch a clear view of her pink cotton panties and the way they cling to her juicy little twat.

That will be all, Jada, Erotica says to the bootylicious receptionist, and the young woman winks at her boss, gives her an evil nod, and then wiggles out of the office, closing the door discreetly behind her.

Now then, Mrs. Diddle, says Erotica as she walks directly in front of Candy and has a seat on the coffee table facing her. I’ve read your manuscript, and I’m very impressed.

Oh, good. says the little blonde. That makes me so happy. And in appreciation, she does a sexy little shimmy and parts her thighs even more.

Now Erotica can see the girl-cum oozing into Candy’s panties.

Erotica uses all her will power to remain composed. Your idea for a book about a snow stud surrounded by harlots is certainly very new and refreshing.

 Thank you, Candy breathes. 

Do you have other stories like it? I mean... a single short book seldom draws much attention. So, we’d like to do a compilation of hardcore fairy tales, if you’re prepared to write them.

"I am so prepared, says Candy. In fact, I brought a new manuscript with me. It’s called Pussy in Boots."

Erotica smiles, Sounds intriguing; I like it, and she carelessly reaches for her own breast and begins to fondle it.

Candy suddenly feels hypnotized by the movements of the beautiful woman who now pushes her sleek white skirt back so Candy can see that she isn’t wearing any panties at all. Then Erotica spreads her knees apart and begins to finger her clit.

Candy’s eyes flash with excitement.

Mmmmm, moans Erotica as she stands and moves forward until she’s standing right between the young girl’s parted thighs. Her fingers are still caressing her hot little pussy.

I’ll do anything you want if you’ll publish me, Ms. Sugar Snatch, breathes Candy. Anything at all.

Thank you, sweetheart, moans Erotica as pussy-squirt begins to spill out over her fingers and puddles up on the marble floor. And suddenly Erotica can’t control herself any longer. She fingers her pussy more and more frantically. She grabs one of her tits and squeezes it wildly. Oh, my God! she gasps, ON, MY GOD! And the fabulous woman’s whole body begins to shiver and shake and shimmy and shudder as she explodes into a mind-bending orgasm that blasts gurl-cum all over the floor. Candy is overwhelmed at the sight.

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After a fabulous climax, the executive editor catches herself on the edge of the coffee table, gasps for breath and is finally able to whisper, Let’s form a partnership, Mrs. Diddle.

Yes, let’s, says Candy, and her eager smile is absolutely irresistible.

Candy, says Erotica as she lowered herself to her knees in front of the buxom young woman, I want you to put your pussy where my mouth is. Can you do that for me, baby doll?

Of course, answers Candy. And she half-closes her eyes, reaches forward, places her hand behind Erotica’s head, and draws the editor-in-chief’s gorgeous face into the wetness between her legs.

And then,

Oh my God, Candy moans as she feels the first touch of the publisher’s lips and the talented swirl of her tongue.

Mrs. Candy Plum Diddle launches a river of squirt into Erotica’s thirsty mouth.

And that’s how she becomes an author and publishes the stories you are about to read.

Pussy in Boots

One

The Trolls

Lady Roxanne stood at her chamber mirror, applying red lipstick that matched her flaming red hair. With a slit up the side and a plunging neckline, her dress did nothing to conceal her long luscious legs and her massive breasts. 

Roxanne’s lover, the notorious Don Jose, had promised to take her away from the dingy castle and the monotonous life of the court. She and the Don hadn’t quite done the dirty deed, as she liked to call it. But Roxanne was sure that they would do it that very night. 

Don Jose was coming to spirit her away. He was already in the castle, rushing toward her room. Roxanne had seen him tie his horse to the bottom of the enormous tree whose branches rose outside her window. She had climbed the tree a thousand times as a little girl and knew it was her friend. 

And now there was a soft scraping at her door. 

That clever Don, murmured the Princess, How subtle he is. And so, the ravishing redhead strode proudly to the door, flung it open, and look out at ... nothing. Then she glanced down and saw a hideous, smelly creature with a round, hairy body and a head flattened down onto its shoulders. It was grey with spindly legs and knobby knees. Sharp pointed teeth chattered hungrily between its thin red lips, and its nose was exceedingly long and warty. Worst of all, a sharp-pointed cock stuck out like a dagger, ready to plunge itself into her.

A FUCKING TROLL! screamed the Lady.

At yer service, Mum, growled the Troll with an ugly bow. And then, in one quick motion, he grabbed her dress and yanked it from her. The Lady pressed her knees together and held her arms across her chest, trying to hide her see-through panties and her massive, naked breasts. Then she turned and ran like hell. The Troll was right behind her. 

Roxanne threw open the window just as she felt gnarly fingers grab for her ankle. It almost pulled off one of her sexy high heels before she could yank it away. 

Hey, these are costly pumps, she shouted as she reached out of the window and took hold of the nearest tree branch. Then she heard a clattering of weapons and turned to see her hero, Don Jose, engaged in deadly swordplay with the Troll. 

Save yourself, my lady, called the Don because the hideous creature was actually quite an excellent swordsman. The Troll backed him into a corner and was about to run him through. 

Run, called the Don as the Troll’s dagger plunged through his heart. And Roxanne threw herself out of the window and onto the welcoming branches of the tree. She scaled down it like some overheated pussy, as she heard the Troll screaming obscenities at her from the window above. (He was just too awkward and round to try and follow her down the tree.)

So, the Lady jumped onto the Don’s horse and rode off toward the neighboring kingdom and her cousin, Princess Kathryn, who was, in fact, the fairest maiden in all the land and quite a sexy little medieval superhero bitch in her own right.

Two

Princess Pussy

The ice-blonde Princess, with the large, luscious breasts, long legs, and massive white boots, stood at the window looking out over the devastation. The distant castle was in flames that leaped out of every window. The scene told her Highness that the building may be made of stone, but the interior wall-hangings, tables, chairs, beds, and furniture would soon be nothing but cinders. The courtyard blazed with a monstrous bonfire upon which the invaders had heaped wagons, carriages, plows, benches, ax handles, and anything else that would burn. 

Meanwhile, on the battlements, the castle’s delicate young maidens ran for their lives from short, furry monsters that shuffled after them, grunting and snorting like horny little pigs. The King, the Captain of the Guard, and the entire army