It was my sweet tooth that drew me into the candy shop. I’ve got impulse control problems; I can’t go through the line at the grocery store without getting a pack Skittles or a KitKat.

The shop was straight out of Wonka’s dreams: wall-to-wall racks of every conceivable way to get diabetes. Before I could get lost in the aisles of colorful sugar, the attendant apologized, telling me she was just about to close. I grabbed the closest thing just to buy something and get out quickly, but when I arrived at the counter, I saw something I wanted more than all the candy in the shop.

She was a petite little thing, and she couldn’t have stood much taller than five feet, with a cute blonde pixie cut that framed her elfin face.

“Will that be all?” she asked me when I laid the candy on the counter, a giant jawbreaker.

“For now.” I paid and turned towards the door. I took a quick glance outside before locking the door and flipping around the closed sign.

She’d barely finished asking what I was doing when I grabbed her, stuffing the jawbreaker in her cute little mouth.

She put up a good struggle for such a small girl, hitting and kicking and even scratching at me while I stripped her out of the yellow sundress she was wearing and wrestled her into the back room. From there it was easy. I threw her into a desk chair and a roll of packing tape sitting out made short work of getting her wrists and ankles bound.

Sticky purple drool dripped from her lips while she cried into the candy stopping her gob. I licked it off her face while I ripped her bra and panties off, enjoying the sugary taste of grape almost as much as I enjoyed the sight of her small perky breasts and hairless kitty.

The backroom was full of just as much candy, all in boxes, but my attention was drawn to the refrigerator. Sure enough, I found a box of popsicles in the freezer.

“Strawberry or orange?” I asked her.

If she had an opinion, she didn’t share it, so I went with strawberry. She made the best squeals as I touched the frozen treat to her pink nipples. They got nice and hard, little droplets of melted red sugar water springing from their tips as she struggled. I drew little circles with the tip down her soft belly, making her squirm as I honed in on my eventual target between her legs. Sticky spittle flew out of her mouth as she howled the first time I penetrated her with the icy pop. Slowly I glided the chilly desert in and out of her, her interior heat quickly melting the thing until I was just holding a stick.

Her snatch was oozing sweet fruity juice, mixed with her own fragrant nectar. I buried my face between her legs, plunging my tongue betwixt her lower lips, tasting the sweet juices. Her button was still cold from the popsicle, but it warmed quickly in my mouth, my tongue lapping up all that delicious flavor. She tried to fight it, but soon she was as eager to be tasted as I was to taste, and I was rewarded for my efforts with a gush of strawberry flavored love honey.

She was gasping, her face just as much of a mess as mine must’ve been, multicolored drool running all down her chin and coating her scrumptious little breasts. I pushed her down on the floor and sat on her, sliding my own personal lollipop between her sticky mounds. It felt so good, titty fucking this sumptuous little morsel of a girl, so much so that I pulled the jawbreaker from between her lips and fed her a salty snack to contrast all that sweetness.

What can I say? I have poor impulse control.