Honey stared at the city’s bright lights from the condo’s balcony. The hustle and bustle, as interesting as it was, didn’t hold a candle to the commotion below. Honey wasn’t scared of heights any more than the average bear, but trying to focus on the street made her woozy, so she backed away.
“Some poor jabrone downstairs, babe,” Honey called out, but received no response. “Babe?” She looked around and found the addressee on their mobile. Always the busy and constructive one was Stefan.
“Sorry about that,” Stefan said, resting his mobile on a nearby counter. “What were you saying?”
“Nothing important.” Honey studied him. His stance, facial expression and vocal tonality. All confident and befitting of a man who attained the successes that he had – she being an additional notch.
“Sure?” He cupped her shoulders, and she smiled broadly. “Your body language and tone say otherwise.”
“Oh, hodge-podge. Now, where were we before being so rudely interrupted?” Honey pointed at Stefan’s now dormant mobile, but snatched her finger away as if to avoid jinxing the moment.
“I was confirming with you whether you believed you’ve made the correct decision.” Honey leaned back, cocked her head to the side and folded her lips.
“Yes.” She straightened. Stefan brought expensive wine outside with two stemmed glasses and filled them before handing her one.
“Good.” He stepped to her and reached around low, hefting a meaty butt cheek. “I want to take care of you and your loved ones, Honey.”
Then and there, the tawdry feelings came into play. Sure, she called him “babe” and aimed to direct proceedings in a more loving fashion, but facts were facts: She was a sugar baby, and he, the sugar daddy.
“Once I take care of you,” Honey said, then sipped her wine and pressed her behind into his palm. A deep, naughty laugh left her throat, and she wrapped both arms around his neck. “Don’t think for a sec that me wanting to fuck is a put on or for show.” She pecked him. “You’ll know if it is.”
“Just be honest with me, always.”
Honey’s cellphone rang on the glass table, showing a name, which once elicited elation. Stefan’s stare locked onto her, and each time she flitted between him and her mobile, his stare remained affixed.
“Not going to answer?” he asked.
“I see no point.” Honey squatted, rested her glass below her and unzipped Stefan’s fly. “What’s done is done.”
“Wow.” Stefan whistled when Honey dipped her fingers into the wine and rubbed around his shaft. “That’s harsh.”
“I know.” Honey patiently licked the under and outer sides of his length while looking up at him. “Me not fixing my issues is harsher.”
“Even in that ridiculously cut lingerie, you look good doing that.” Honey twirled her tongue around his glans, which flushed it pink and filled his penis to capacity. “Yeah, keep doing that,” he growled.
“Lingerie’s terrible, but I still look great in it.” Honey’s tongue titillation continued until she coiled it around the top portion of his cock and lowered her head onto it. The wine’s sweetness mixed with his briny meat drove her hunger to levels not seen or felt in some time. Between her legs dampened, and the heat could melt ice cubes on contact. Her legs splayed, knees in different directions like Lil Kim’s Hard Core album poster and her behind rolled to the slow rhythm of her bobbing. As the volume of Stefan’s grunts increased, she retreated with a pop, stood and bent over the balcony.
“So soon? You don’t want me to please you?” Stefan asked, resting his slick erection in her crack.
“I’m giving you this sugar.” She swayed her pretty, brown backside. “And you’ll give me sweetness another way.”
Stefan’s hands curled into Honey’s hair, and he lightly pulled, arching her back, then grabbed a shoulder and turned her toward him. He then dropped to his knees, lifted a leg onto his shoulder and moved her gusset aside.
“Oh, wait,” Honey said.
“Pleasing you also pleases me,” Stefan said, followed by him licking her inner labia and clitoris. The many contortions Honey’s face travelled validated his skills. “You taste wonderful.”
I better. Honey made sure to live up to her name and took great care when showering and moisturizing. Her modus operandi allowed scents mild enough to not irritate the olfactory, but enough to alarm the sensual. The laps of Stefan’s tongue against her vulva put her on pause.
“That ex of yours is going to miss this,” Stefan said.
Why did he have to bring him up again? She already decided and was there with Stefan. That should’ve been the end of it. It was bad enough him calling, but to be brought up unprovoked proved irritating.
“He will,” Honey said, leading into a moan. “But that’s over. I’m only yours now.”
Stefan grinned and inserted a swiveling finger, retracted and thrust. Then, he inserted another, continued the previous motion, and sucked her clitoris, building Honey up to a bucking nut into Stefan’s face.
“Oooh shit-shit-sh-shiiit,” Honey shivered and grabbed the balcony tight. Stefan stood, steadied her by the shoulders, then pulled her into a hug, massaging her scalp.
“You’re okay,” he said, continuing to caress her. She backed up and bit her lip while jumping her eyebrows in observance of the bed over his shoulder. “Tempting, but not as much as your original idea.”
A quick spin around, using her shoulders, caused her to yelp, then he pressed between her scapulae. Without resistance, Honey bent and tooted her buns out. Her hands tightened around the railing, anticipating the invasion yet to come, which took its sweet time. She looked over, and Stefan had already stepped out of his pants, erection prodding upward with a left-leaning curve. He held the base and levelled it below her buttocks. From that point, she could only experience its girth rather than witness it.
“Fuck you,” Honey whispered, then hissed. “Why is it so fucking thick? God.”
“Tell me when to stop,” Stefan said, sinking deeper.
She never did tell him stop. Gasping, having one’s breath vacate their lungs doesn’t count. Not where she came from, and she certainly doubted the same for Stefan. But why would she have wanted the intrusion to stop anyhow? Her lower chamber had never felt so occupied. So abundant with man meat. She certainly did love the ex-boyfriend, and the sex wasn’t bad by any means. That said, this dimension of dick was on another tier. She may have been a soldier, taking him balls deep now, but on their initial bout, she barely accepted half.
“Fuck, this booty looks so good.” Stefan grabbed her buttocks and kneaded in opposing revolutions. At the peak of a gluteal spread, he dribbled a line of saliva into her anus. Stefan knew better than to do impromptu anal, so Honey figured he was doing a soft launch.
“Mmm, so perverted,” Honey crooned, then moaned right after, rolling her behind, which Stefan cupped firmly in his palms. “Spit in that muthafucka again.”
He spat a thicker trail in her booty hole. “I’m fucking your ass next time, you sexy little thing.”
Honey giggled and rolled her butt with extra vigour, but that paused when he stuck a finger up her top orifice. Her mouth formed a zero, and she glared at Stefan with faux shock and betrayal.
“How dare you stick only one in my ass,” Honey said in a pouty tone. “More, good sir.”
“Hey,” Stefan said, removing the accused digit, waving it at her. “Too much more entitlement, and the next knock on my door, you’ll answer it naked.”
Honey then Cheshire-grinned and giggled disturbingly, peering through her eyelashes. “Give. Me. Two. Fingers.”
“Door. Next knock. Naked.”
“Deal.”
They did a quick pinky swear, and with that same hand, Stefan dipped two fingers into Honey’s spherical bottom.
“You’re sure you can truly live this life with me, even though love isn’t a factor?” Stefan asked, slowly shafting Honey’s cunt and working her bumhole.
“Love can’t pay my…” Honey paused as the building pressure cut the power supply from her vocal cords, “… my mom’s medical bills or help the household out since… fuck.” It was useless. The pleasure mounting refused her brain access to form coherent thought and selfishly hoarded resources to her sexual organs, because the powder keg was going to blow again.
Her scream probably didn’t carry to the pedestrians below or the flashing lights in the sky, but it definitely seared into her memory banks. The freedom that Stefan could provide defeated all else. Dad was in a tight spot after the layoff, and before that, the mother’s medical bills still did a number on their household. Her ex was great, and it sucked she chose to give him up, but the decision wasn’t that straightforward. Dammit, why couldn’t anything be?
“Reach back and spread it,” Stefan said with less bass than his usual. “I want to look at that when I cum inside of you.” Honey spread her bottom and moaned harder.
“D-don’t,” Honey struggled, “Not on pill.” She shut her eyes tight and grimaced.
“Then I’ll finish all over you.” Each word spoken grew louder and more guttural than the last. He pulled out and wanked, splattering rich, white paint splotches of cum over her back, butt cheeks, manicured nails and booty hole. “Yeah, that’s it.” Stefan’s voice lowered as his jacking speed decreased, syncing with the final drops and dribbly lines in her cleft.
“Good thing you didn’t bust in me.” Honey rested her forehead on the railing. Her breathing, still heavy, burdened the giggles that shook her body. At least five quick ass-clapping hops and her head rising with an accompanying smile brought one to Stefan as well.
“Got a post-show and everything.” Stefan reached around and caressed her neck, prompting her to face him and fall into a wet kiss.
“Had to rate it. Can’t do four and a quarter claps, so rounded up to five.”
“Oh, is that so?” Aghast, Stefan leaned away, opening his eyes wide. Honey cackled and dropped her forehead onto his chest.
“May as well get nekkid now. Don’t want any excuses and ‘Oh, I forgot about that deal’.”
“Shut up.” She backed out of the embrace and smacked his chest playfully. “Gonna wipe your nut off first.”
“Uh-uh, that stays.”
Honey gasped. “Stefan. Only people that’ll be knocking next are your security.”
“Trust me, they’ve seen everything.”
When she thought about it, given his position in life, nut on a beautiful, round ass probably paled in comparison to other sights they’ve probably tackled.
Stefan approached his phone again to check how the world spun without him. Meanwhile, Honey removed her garments, trying not to intentionally wipe off any semen. Damn, it really was a lot. Had to be a few days’ worth, and this was their first night linking up in a week since he delivered the final terms of their arrangement. Maybe it was seven days build up, but she saw no reality in which someone of his influence decided to not offload for so long. In any event, him fucking anyone else wasn’t her business. Love didn’t live here, which they both readily established.
Knocking rapped against the door.
“Jeez, already?” Honey said with exasperation abundant in her voice. “I’ve barely inhaled twice before… fact know what.” She shook her index at Stefan, who laughed, and Honey strutted confidently to the door.
“Okay, Miss,” Stefan said, rocking back and raising his hands in mock surrender, which she waved off and kept marching. When she opened the door, the internal structure of her confidence got racked with bowling balls, from the bottom up. Her stomach fell into her toes, whereas her heart jumped into her throat. Certainly, the latter happened, right? A heartbeat can be felt pulsing that high, right?”
“Honey?” said the young man, staring at her whilst surrounded by Stefan’s burly security team. His cheeks housed moisture from tears that certainly shed earlier. The crack of his voice signaled possible confusion at the sight before him.
“Why’s everyone so lost for words?” Stefan asked, but Honey stood frozen, unable to process everything happening. What in the hell was this?
“Stef…” Honey began, but her throat was too dry to continue. She swallowed a few times, then resumed. “Stefan, what is going on here?” Her eyes didn’t break from the young man, and they almost delved into the sadness displayed in his gaze.
“I thought I’d give you the opportunity to actually break up with him this time around.”
Shit.
“Babe,” Stefan said, ringing with sarcasm and his face turned stolid. “Don’t you know it’s unkind to lie?”
“I… I didn’t lie.” Honey interlocked her fingers and looked down. “I swear it.”
“Honey.” Stefan closed his eyes, inhaled and raised his hand. “You’re embarrassing yourself more than you need to.” He opened his eyes, regaining the same stolid expression. “This arrangement is over. Please leave.”
The young lass’s knees were stronger than she gave them credit for, because not even a buckle or waver. Just stillness. Well, that only lasted a few moments, because she started shivering uncontrollably and tears streamed, leading to the beginnings of a sob. “Please… please don’t do this.”
“That’s the same thing I asked you,” said the young man, who tried to calm the twitches of sadness in his studying of her. “And you said you had no choice.”
“Before you do leave,” said Stefan, “did you tell him that five days ago when riding him in the backseat of his car, or him eating you out only last night before coming here this afternoon?”
Honey’s body ran so cold, the warm semen on her back and rear, its temperature failed to register. No, this wasn’t happening. That did it; she had to do something.
“What can I do to fix this?” Honey stabilized her voice and straightened, staring at Stefan with a colder pair than she ever had.
“Give me the current number of your mother’s expenses, and I’ll settle that for you,” Stefan said, taking his phone from his pocket and opening a notes app. “I’m not a monster, but anything after and bills, that’s your responsibility.”
“How can I fix this?”
“There’s no fixing. That opportunity has p–”
“What. Can I do. To. Fix. This.” Unlike the previous two attempts, this spoke like a statement rather than a question. Honey’s tears were no longer fuelled by sadness, but something malevolent. An internal burning that couldn’t be quelled. No fucking way was she losing not only her boyfriend, but her sugar daddy too? Taking care of her mother’s backed-up expenses was okay, but everyone knew a lot more were on the horizon.
“You’re asking him how to fix this, but what about us?” Her ex queried. “Man, I told you trying to play a double life wouldn’t work. Why the fu– ”
The slap redirected his glare to the guard on his right. He snapped around at her, but the guards restrained him, so he calmed quickly.
“I love you,” Honey said, her features morphing into agony again, “But I need this. You’re the best I’ve ever had, but I can’t lose my mom. I can’t let my Dad go through that, it’d kill him.”
“Honey…” said the boyfriend.
Quietly watching the scene, Stefan put away his phone. “Well, you could resolve this as you proposed.”
“How?” Honey whipped her neck only at him, akin to a Horror movie villain. Even Stefan’s security team knitted their brows at her reaction.
“Turn around and show him.”
Honey whispered a cuss because she should’ve hated this, but the thought of her beloved seeing her covered in another male’s excitement intrigued her deviant side. Showing him how much she turned someone else on, tingled her loins, and, as all present observed, erected her brown nipples. She turned, gave a nice ten-second view, then faced everyone again. Her boyfriend’s visage screamed shock.
“Kneel in front of me.”
She knelt gently, tucking her thighs together and sitting on her calves, which plumped her soft rear. Stefan unzipped his fly, then fetched his semi-erect cock, which he stroked toward her features.
“Look at me and tell him it’s over,” Stefan instructed as his penis grew in weight and length, closing the distance between them.
“It’s,” Honey started, but struggled to finish.
“If you prefer not to, that’s fine. I’ll pay your mom’s outstanding medical debts right now, and you can go home.”
She’d be a liar if she admitted to not thinking about it for a bit. The options flipped through her mind, but in the end, what had to be done, had to be done. She slid the hand nearest to her audience from thigh to vulva, dipped a finger inside, then used it to massage her clitoris. Stefan’s glans appeared taut, flush and ready to shoot, and the more Honey masturbated, the more she gawped, tongue curling around her lips.
“It’s over,” she said, staring at Stefan’s cock and beyond that, the easier life her family would gain as a result. Her heart broke and repaired itself a million times in that moment, but her clit distracted her with flames of lust blazing across her epidermis.
“Now suck this dick in front of him,” Stefan said, then glanced at the “him” of the hour. Honey, for the first time since kneeling, looked over too. Her ex’s expression, although angry, conflicted with his slack stretching erection. Stefan shook his head and refocused on Honey. She, on the other hand, cycled through the rolodex of fond memories with her ex, but the moment to purge that and move forward had come.
Honey, armed only with her wide-open mouth and a sodden cunt lurched forward.
