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Oh, Lolly, Lolly	By : BrandiDelain Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer repeat: Roald Dahl created Willy Wonka. I don't own Willy Wonka or Johnny Depp (pity) and I make no money from this...it's just a bit of pervy fun.
This is the final chapter of Oh, Lolly, Lolly. I hope you enjoy it!
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“Well … what are you doing in my private viewing room little girl?”
I stare at him in horror while my mind flounders for an explanation. If I wasn’t so dumbfounded, the “little girl” bit would royally piss off my inner feminist. Considering the unholy gleam in his violet eyes... I’m lucky I don’t piss my panties.
While I struggle to form a coherent sentence, Mr. Wonka calmly removes a lollypop from his pocket, unwraps it and pops it into his mouth.
He seems to be taking this rather well, I think. Then he starts to close the distance between us.
He stops when he reaches the chair and bends down to retrieve his walking stick, gripping it so hard it squeaks.
“I came back for this,” he whispers, running his gaze down my body.
His voice sizzles across my nerve endings, renewing the persistent throb in my crotch. As he approaches, I try to sidestep him but end up trapped against the closet door.
God he’s tall, I think as he towers over me.
“Well?”, he asks while swirling the red lollypop around his tongue.
“Well what?”, is my brilliant comeback. I really can’t be expected to think straight with Willy Fucking Wonka in my face, sucking that candy like forbidden fruit!
“I asked you a question dear girl.”
My body feels hypersensitive with him so close. I drop my gaze to the floor and study my feet. Big mistake Lana! By comparison, his feet are huge and remind me of his other huge extremity.
My blush extends all the way to the roots of my hair. He reaches out one purple clad finger and tilts my chin up. As I look into those violet eyes, I feel the heat emanating from him, inhale his exotic scent, and say the first thing that comes to mind.
“What flavor is your sucker?”
A slow, sexy grin is his only answer. He swirls the lollypop around his mouth and removes it. “Why don’t you see for yourself little girl,” he whispers before leaning forward and running his red tongue across my lips.
I gasp in surprise and he plunges his tongue inside my mouth. He tastes like cherries. Hot, slick, wild cherries.
Our tongues circle and slide together as he moves closer to me. I’m intoxicated by his flavor and suck hard on his tongue to savor it. He moans low in his throat and presses a firm thigh between my legs.
Thanks to my cheating bastard ex-boyfriend, its been ages since my last lay and my body instantly responds. I slide my arms around his neck and grind my aching pussy against his thigh. He breaks the kiss and runs his tongue along my jaw to my ear. “I can feel your heat little girl," he whispers, "are you hot for me?” As he sucks my earlobe, I can only whimper in response.
He pops the sucker back into his mouth and molds his hands over my breasts.
“Mmmm, no bra,” he murmurs before lightly pinching my hard nipples. His gloves are so tight I can see the ridges of his knuckles. I desperately want to feel those gloves on my bare skin so I untie my dress and let it fall open. His hot gaze travels over my breasts, takes in my black lace panties then returns to my face.
“What’s your name?” I barely manage a whisper, “Lana.”
“Your skin is the color of fresh whipped cream Lana,” he purrs, while licking his lips, “and your nipples remind me of sweet, pink cotton candy.”
He pinches my nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging them in one motion. It feels so good I arch my back to give him better access.
He circles my left nipple with the lollypop before dipping his head and sucking it into his mouth. He repeats the process with my right breast and I groan while holding onto his velvet clad shoulders.
He chuckles low in his throat and alternates swirling the sucker and sucking my nipples.
Damn he’s driving me crazy!
He kisses his way back up to my mouth and says, “is your cunt as pink as your nipples?”
Oh Yeah! Now we‘re talking. “Why don’t you see for yourself Mr. Wonka?”
With a predatory smile, he slides my dress off and leaves me standing in black lace panties and stiletto boots. He runs his hands down my back, cups my ass and lifts me to his waist. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the chair.
He lowers me into its velvet embrace and kneels before me. Leaning forward, he swirls his tongue in my navel & plants a kiss on my lace clad mound.
Working his fingers under the edge of my panties, he pulls them aside and buries his nose in my cunt, inhaling deeply.
“There is only one thing in the world that smells better than chocolate Lana,” he growls, while sliding my panties down my legs and over my boots.
“Only one thing that tastes better too,” he whispers as he spreads my legs and drapes them over the arms of the chair.
There is something distinctly erotic about being naked and exposed in front of a fully clothed man. I mean shit, Sugar Daddy is even sporting a frock coat and top hat. Schwing!
He moves to my right leg and licks the crease behind my knee, then blazes a hot trail with his tongue to the juncture of my thigh.
He pauses with his lips inches from my pussy and lightly blows on my heated flesh. A bolt of pure pleasure shoots to my core and I arch toward him.
God, he’s good at this…sexy motherfucker!
His gaze meets mine briefly before he moves to my left knee and repeats the process. The throbbing in my cunt is reaching epic proportions when he suddenly sits back on his heels and pops the sucker in his mouth. What the hell? Is he trying to kill me?
He grins at the shocked look on my face, gives the lollypop a final lick and lowers it to my crotch.
He spreads my pussy lips and slides the candy the entire length of my slit.
Over and over.
Up and down.
I dig my nails into the chair and squirm with delight. Oh yeah, that’s more like it. He leans forward and flicks his cherry red tongue over my clit.
He flashes a wicked grin at my gasp of pleasure and starts licking and sucking my clit while sliding the lollypop deeper into my pussy, fucking me with it.
Oh shit, please don’t let me come yet…this feels too good!
After several more strokes, he removes the candy and brings it to my mouth. I give it a vigorous lick and suck while he watches with hot eyes.
“Your pussy tastes good doesn’t it?”, I nod in agreement. “Oh yeah,” I moan, “but I’d rather taste it on your tongue.” I pull him to me and run my tongue across his lips then slip inside his mouth to suck his tongue. He groans in appreciation and returns the favor.
He kisses his way back down to my crotch and spreads my pussy with two purple clad thumbs.
“You’re so pink and wet,” he moans sliding his tongue along my lower lips before gently sucking them into his mouth. He repeats this action over and over until I’m writhing with pleasure.
He inserts one long finger into me and slowly teases me with it. He adds a second finger and clamps onto my clit sucking hard. His free hand glides up to my breasts and moves between them playing with my nipples.
His fingering becomes more insistent and he curves them into me hitting my g-spot with each stroke.
I feel my climax building, “Oh god, don’t stop!” is all I can manage as I clutch his shoulders.
He lifts his gaze to mine without missing a beat and the eye contact sends me over the edge.
My body shudders with the force of my orgasm. Everything goes black and I grit my teeth to keep from screaming.
He seems to realize I’m holding back and he growls “come for me Lana” against my sensitive clit. “Oh my god Willy!”, I scream, “Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god!”
My orgasm goes on for ages before finally tapering off. If it was possible to die of pleasure, I’d be a dead woman.
Willy eases my legs together, picks me up and settles back into the chair. “You said my name”, he whispers. “Huh?”, I say dreamily, still reeling from the mondo climax. “No one ever calls me Willy…just Mr. Wonka.”
I notice he’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he says this, so I suppose it’s all good.
“I may get your coat wet,” I say as I snuggle into his lap. “No problem love. As you know I have plenty of spares.” This last bit is delivered with a pointed glance at the closet.
“By the way,” he continues, “did you enjoy the show earlier?” “Oh I certainly did!" I say with a saucy grin. "I wouldn’t mind seeing a repeat performance sometime soon.” We both smile and I figure that’s the end of twenty questions.
No dice.
“You never told me why you were in my private viewing room,” he says, while nonchalantly unzipping my boots. “Well, to be honest, this chair lured me in. I just wanted to test it out.”
He lets out a deep, full-throated laugh and says, “I’d say mission accomplished on that score.”
Indeed!
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