Honkers 008

Jaune blinked at her, confused. “I’m always pleased to see you.” He was a real playboy, wasn’t he? He always knew exactly what to say. “Very

Jaune blinked at her, confused. “I’m always pleased to see you.”

He was a real playboy, wasn’t he? He always knew exactly what to say.

“Very funny,” she replied waspishly. “Here I was, having a good time, and I look across the room and who do I see?”

“Uh – me?”

Yang clapped her hands together sharply. “Bingo~! And not only that, he isn’t alone! Jeez, you really are a bit of a ladies man, aren’t you?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Yang, don’t be silly. You know that isn’t true.”

That sweet and innocent expression would have fooled her once, but never again. He was good – god damn, was he good. But Yang knew. She knew what he was.

“Oh,” he suddenly perked up, waving between her and the girl sitting next to him. “Yang, this is Sapphire. Sapphire, this is Yang. She goes to Beacon with me. She’s like one of the best fighters at school, a total badass.”

Sapphire. That was her name. Gods, even her name was pretty.

Yang hated her immediately.

“Hi,” Sapphire waved, scrutinizing Yang closely. Yang could tell that she wasn’t pleased with her sudden appearance. Probably because she’d come over and interrupted her date. Well, tough shit. She wasn’t getting fucked tonight, not if Yang could help it.

“Hi,” Yang deadpanned before saying in a fake, cheerful voice. “I know ya’ll are hanging out and everything, but I’m going to need this lunkhead for a bit. Mind if I take him off your hands?”

The tension was thick in the air but no one was willing to stand between her and Jaune, other than Sapphire, who placed a hand on Jaune’s shoulder and asked, “Is that what you want?”

Yang’s brow twitched but she kept her cool, eyes focused on the hand on his shoulder.

It spoke of familiarity.

Yang didn’t like it. Not at all.

Was this where he’d been getting all of his experience?

“It’s fine,” he said in return, a reassuring smile on his face. “Yang is a good friend.”

Friend.

Hah! Friend.

She’d had his cock in her mouth, between her tits, had his fingers on her pussy, you bet his ass they were friends.

Jaune stood. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

Yang jerked her head to the side. “Follow me.”

She’d spotted a few doors that she suspected led to private rooms and she was right. Anyone on the second floor was free to use them, and Yang managed to snag one just as it was being vacated, pulling Jaune inside in front of another couple.

“Hey~!” the woman snapped, annoyed. “What’s the big idea—,” was about as far as she got because Yang slammed the door, cutting her off.

The room wasn’t big, though it could fit a group of five comfortably. There was a couch, a television, speakers that pumped the music from the main floor into their room should they wish to dance, and a small bar that had everything you’d ever need for a variety of different cocktails.

Yang seized Jaune by his shirt and pushed him onto the couch. He landed with an oof.

“Yang, what are you doing?”

She glared at him.

“What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing? You think you’re real hot shit, don’t ya?”

“What? I was just hanging out with—,” she interrupted him.

“Sapphire, right? Hm – I see you’ve got a type. I should feel flattered but I’m not,” her cheeks felt hot, and it wasn’t just because she was pissed – well, it was, sorta… not just because she was angry! It was also the effects of the alcohol she’d consumed, making her feel a little flushed and overheated. So she was a little pissed on two fronts. “So this is what you get up to in Vale, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised but I always am.”

“I don’t go clubbing all the time,” he defended. “I only came here tonight because she asked me to. She’s a fashion designer and they’re unveiling a new line. They joined their event with the opening of the new club. The owner of the club is actually a friend of hers from school, they went to elementary, middle and high school together.”

“I didn’t ask for her life story,” Yang snapped.

So she was pretty and successful. He was just rubbing it in now, wasn’t he?

Maybe she was better at sucking his cock, as well.

Yang grit her teeth.

“So she invited you and you came running.”

He shrugged. “I mean, yeah – I love her, why wouldn’t I?”

Yang inhaled sharply.

“You what?”

He’d said it so easily, so earnestly. Yang felt like he’d struck her across the face.

“I normally see her every Friday but she was busy last night. That’s why I didn’t stop by.”

What the fuck?

This piece of shit. He was tormenting her, holding her secret above her head, using her to sate his lustful desires and what…? He was fucking Sapphire the same night?

He was a classic two timer. He’d just claimed to love her, and yet he was doing all this with Yang. Did he have zero shame? Didn’t he care? What was to stop her from going out there and telling her everything? Revealing his dark, dirty secret?

Yang knew what was stopping her.

If she pulled the rug out from under him, he would do the same to her.

Yang was the other woman.

Her humiliation was complete. Jaune had reduced her to being his side piece. Just a nice, young slice of ass to mess around with when he was bored, saving his real feelings for the girl he loved. Hah! So much for all that bullshit he used to say while following Weiss around like a lost puppy.

Jaune was something else. A breed of man Yang had never encountered. He just did not give a fuck.

She was angry – but also hurt. Why was she hurt? This was never anything real. She was only doing these things to protect herself. What the fuck did she have to feel hurt about?

“Yang?” he asked, uncertain. “Are you okay?”

So he loved Sapphire, did he? Well – Yang was going to change that! Right here, right now.

She was going to have to go further. That was fine. Jaune was no doubt going to come to her again anyway, expecting more, so Yang was just going to show a little bit of initiative.

“I’m fine. In fact, I’m great,” she said, hands gripping the hem of her dress. “You want more? You’ve got it, big guy. Yang Xiao Long isn’t going to back down, you should know that by now.”

He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out as she lifted her dress, exposing her panties. Jaune’s eyes widened in surprise, and Yang grinned.

“What’s wrong? Did you think I’d be intimidated because you said you loved her?” she scoffed. “As if! I’m not after your love, asshole. This is purely transactional. Got it? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Yang ignored the way her voice wavered as she delivered those lines, tucking her dress up so it stayed bunched around her waist. Turning away from him, she gave her butt a little shake and then with a sharp slap, she swatted the underside of one of her plump cheeks. The crack of flesh on flesh was loud, even with the music being pumped into the room by the speakers.

“You might love her but I’ll show you who is better, and you’ll never forget it.”

She began moving her hips side to side, body fluidly undulating. Unfortunately, there was nothing special about her underwear tonight. Yang didn’t know she was going to go out clubbing for real, so she always wore her most comfortable pairs to work. They were plain, boring, but she didn’t let that stop her. It wasn’t like they were granny panties or anything. They were just a simple light blue cotton set with a basic cut, framing her butt nicely but that was about it.

That’s all she needed! She was a bonafide hottie, no matter what she was wearing! Just because he took a long time to drop his load didn’t mean anything. It just meant he had an experienced cock that was used to a bit of stimulation.

It didn’t mean she wasn’t top shelf!

She continued to sway her hips side to side, becoming more aggressive with her movements. Taking her thumbs, she teased the waistband of her panties on both sides, sliding them under and pulling them taut before allowing the elastic to snap back in against her soft skin. Tossing her head to the side, her long, blonde hair whipped through the air as she eyed him over her shoulder, spotting his transfixed gaze.

He might be a tit guy, but who said he couldn’t love a bit of ass?

Yang added a small swivel to her movements, shifting her pelvis back and perking up her ass. Her thumbs moved from the waistband to the elastic cupping her inner thighs and up over the curve of her butt, giving it a similar treatment of teasing tugs before without warning, she pulled them inward, exposing the pale globes of her young, pert rump.

Jaune made a sound of appreciation, something dark and heavy, and Yang watched as he adjusted how he sat, knowing that his fat cock was probably swelling up. Good. That is exactly what she wanted.

She pulled her underwear up, the material bunched between her cheeks like she was wearing a thong. Grinning, she moved her hips up and down, twerking, her butt bouncing and clapping inward. Jaune was completely mesmerized by her, pupils wide and dark with lust, and it sent a thrill through her.

He might love that other girl but right here, right now, he was hers. It didn’t matter why she was doing this. All that mattered was that she was, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Like that, huh?” she asked coyly, giving her ass another sharp slap. Jaune nodded, and something squeezed deep in her belly, an addictive heat building in her stomach. “Here – why don’t you give it a slap.”

She moved closer to him, and then bent at the waist, presenting her ass completely. Jaune didn’t even hesitate, Yang gasping as he slapped her ass. Hard.

It stung, a flair of pain rushing through her, followed by a wave of molten heat. Her insides trembled, and her nipples pebbled instantly, so hard they hurt.

What the fuck?

She hadn’t been expecting it to feel so good, eyes fluttering. She was about to say something else when his hand clapped against her full ass cheek once again, rocking her, a startled moan escaping her lips.

“Damn, Yang – you have such an amazing ass,” he praised, palming her butt right where he’d struck her. Her ass felt warm, the skin sensitive, and when his palm lightly caressed it, she shuddered. “Do you like it when I spank you?”

“A-As if,” she said, her voice weaker than she’d have liked. “Who would like something like that? I’m not some horny slut.”

He slapped her ass again, in the same spot, and she grit her teeth, her inner walls clenching. The impact rolled through her pelvis and up, up, up into her tummy, and her yearning womb melted. Arousal pooled in her panties, hot and heavy, and she knew that she needed to pull away, now, before he hit her again.

Too late.

This time, he spanked her other cheek. She jumped in surprise, whimpering. His hands were so big, and he was strong. Mmm, he was so strong. The strength of a man. And he was spanking her, punishing her for being a naughty little bitch, using her body to pay back her debt.

“Fuck,” she hissed as he slapped her rump again, and then again, then on both sides as once. It stung like a motherfucker, her soft, poor skin blazing hot, and then he cupped her again with both hands, gripping her tightly, prying her cheeks apart and she could do nothing but sob.

“God, Yang, you’re already so wet,” he groaned, and it was then that Yang realized her arousal was leaking through her cotton panties, the crotch drenched, and trails of her essence rolled down her inner thighs. “I never knew you liked it like this.”

She didn’t. She fucking didn’t, okay? This was just… it wasn’t… it was all bullshit! Her body was just being stupid, that was all. She didn’t like being spanked! She wasn’t into that sort of shit, at all!

And yet she couldn’t help but lean her ass back into him more, mewling as he struck her again, and again, her ass rippling with the impacts. Every time he struck her poor, abused butt, her core would spasm, her weak pussy gushing with approval. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with her? No matter what he seemed to do to her, her stupid, pathetic pussy always gave in much too quickly.

It was embarrassing.

Her thighs trembled and when he struck her next, she couldn’t keep herself up any longer. Jaune made a sound of surprise as she sagged back into his lap, her stinging cheeks chafing against his pants.

“Yang?”

“B-Bastard,” she hissed, rolling her hips and crooning at how her abused skin twinged. “I don’t like it,” she denied, though she was fooling no one.

She felt his cock, hard and swollen, slotted neatly between her cheeks. It throbbed, and Yang felt her womb pulse in response.

Her body was yearning for him to be inside her. Was she really going to give in this easily? Let him fuck her?

No. No! She wasn’t. She wasn’t going to lose her virginity in a nightclub like a cheap whore. No matter how her pathetic, useless body craved his cock.

Yang struggled back to her feet, turning to face him. Jaune looked up at her with lust filled eyes, and a shiver rolled through her body.

“You’re not fucking me,” not fucking me yet – her mind supplied, but she ignored it, burying it. “B-But I can see you want something more, don’t you? Tsk. Fine. Spanking my ass wasn’t enough for you, s-so I’ll give you something else.

She’d sucked his cock, so it was about time Jaune put in a little bit of work.

Yang removed her sodden panties, kicking them to the side, revealing her recently shaven mound. Giving her swollen outer labia a quick rub, she spread her pussy open, cheeks on fire.

“This is what you want, right?” she asked weakly. “T-Then you’re going to have to kiss it.”

Jaune opened his mouth but she silenced him, stepping onto the couch. He watched with wide eyes as she threw one of her thighs over his shoulder, her slit only inches from his mouth. For a moment, Jaune seemed frozen – and just when Yang was about to demand that he eat her out, he surged into motion.

His hands cupped her sore ass, causing her to hiss, and then he was throwing her other thigh across his other shoulder, burying his face between her legs. Yang yelped, the backs of calves sliding over the back of the couch until she was balanced on his face, Jaune holding her steady as she wobbled, and then she moaned unabashedly as his hot, wet mouth opened up and latched onto her melting pussy.

“Fuck~!” she whined, his nose pressing against her clit. Gasping, her core spasmed as his tongue lashed out and licked her messy cunt from her gushing hole to her urethra, lips sucking at her as he drank in her essence.

Holy fuck this felt better than she thought it would.

She’d never let any of those other guys eat her out. The most they’d done was finger her, so this was a brand new experience. Jaune had a decently long tongue, and it was strong, slipping inside her and writhing, licking her as deep as it could reach. Her inner walls clutched at it but it slipped away, curling against her outer labia as he sucked on her pussy like a dying man at the limit of thirst. Every sturdy suck was felt deep in the pit of her stomach, the pressure building as he tightened his hold on her ass, moving his mouth side to side, motorboating her snatch.

Yang tried to stifle herself but it was hopeless, her brow furrowing as she sung sweetly, pleasure rolling through her pelvis. Her toes spread as his nose nudged her clitoris, teasing it, his pursed lips sucking at her labia. She clutched at his hair, tugging at it roughly, her heels pressing into the back of the couch as she rode his face, swiveling her hips and finding that perfect spot.

“Ahhn~! Nnngh~! Yesss~! Haaaah—right there,” she whimpered, thighs tensing as she thrust against his sloppy mouth. “Ahhh~! Oooooouhhggawwwd—right fucking there~♡~!”

Her tummy roiled with heat, her skin erupting in goosebumps as she humped his face, hunched over as she clutched his head desperately. She didn’t know how he could breath, she was smothering him with her cunt, and yet his mouth continued to feast, driving her to even more glorious heights. The pressure in her lower belly grew and grew, a delicious tightening that threatened to unravel. When his lips moved higher, his neck bending back, his molten mouth swallowed her clit. Yang buckled, howling, his tongue swirling and flicking at her sensitive bundle until she couldn’t take it any more.

Her easy pussy was ready to tap out.

“J-Jaune~! Hmmmngg~! W-Wait, you’re g-gonna make me cuuuuum~!” she shuddered, voice cracking as he slurped over her clitoris, suckling on it directly. Sparks of pleasure lanced up her spine, through her entire body, setting her alight. “Oh fuck, oh god, yes, fuck, no, aaahnn~! Mmmm’cumming~♡! Ohhh fuuuuck I’m cuuummmming~♡!”

Her orgasm felt like an explosion, her inner walls spasming wildly. Her scream got caught in her throat, head thrown back as she jerked and rode his face, squirting violently as he lapped and sucked and wrung every ounce of pleasure from her pathetic, weak pussy. Over and over, the pleasure crested and then retreated, then crested again, Yang becoming delirious as she gasped brokenly, her insides pulsing.

At some point, it must have been too much, her vision dimming – because the next thing she knew, she was laying on her back across the couch, her legs spread obscenely with Jaune hovering over her, his face drenched in her arousal.

“Wha…?” she asked stupidly before he swooped down and kissed her. Yang moaned, his lips and mouth tasting of her pungent musk. She drowned in it, mouth opening as he plundered it, tongue dominating her. She could do nothing but mewl pathetically, and when he pulled away, gasp for breath.

“Look at the mess you made,” he said, gesturing to his shirt. The collar was wet, and all down the front of his shirt. “Damn, Yang. I wasn’t expecting you to spring a leak.”

“F-Fuck you,” she said.

One of his hands cupped her mound and she cooed sweetly, his palm putting pressure on her throbbing clit. She felt really sensitive and moaned when he began rubbing her pussy in circles, her juicy, fat lips yielding to his hand easily.

“S-Stop~! Ahh~! I-I’m too sensitive~♡!” she seethed but despite her words, she thrust her pelvis against his hand, arching her back as he strummed her like a guitar. Her heart was pounding in her ears, ricocheting off her ribcage, and her hips felt numb as the aftershocks of her orgasm were stoked into a new one, building upon the last. “Jaaaune~♡!”

She clawed at the couch desperately as he trapped her pounding clit between two fingers, stroking it on both sides. Yang gasped and groaned, thrusting her hips against his hand desperately before shuddering, two of his wide, long fingers penetrating the entrance.

“Fuuuuck,” she sobbed in bliss, her tight pussy being stretched out by his fingers. He pressed into her until his hand was splayed against her mound, fingers curling up. Yang saw stars.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” Jaune groaned, stroking her inner walls. Yang thrashed as he found her most sensitive spot, raking his fingers across it, her voice cracking as her sweet moans filled the room with her filthy pleasure.

Jaune used his free hand to unzip his pants and then his cock was thrust at her face, Yang consumed by her pleasure. A part of her was angry at him just jamming his cock in her face, laying his meat across her lips as if expecting her to suck it.

This bastard.

Yang’s eyes locked onto his veiny shaft, watching as it pulsed visibly. The head was moist with pre-cum, and he smeared it across her cheeks and nose.

“Come on,” he urged her, beginning to finger her in earnest. Wet, squelching claps sounded from her crotch, driving her wild. His palm slapped against her mons, stimulating her overly sensitive clit while his fingers continued to torment that tender spot inside her. “Put it in your mouth.”

She could do nothing but obey, her moans growing muffled as she turned her head and slurped his fat dick between her lips. He continued to finger her pussy, her core spasming as her second orgasm grew closer, lightly rocking his hips as she pursed her lips around his shaft. Bobbing her head, she began sucking him off, lashing the head with her tongue.

“Oh yeah, baby, just like that,” Jaune sighed, fisting what remained of his cock outside her mouth and pumping it, as if he was jerking off into her mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good. Damn, Yang, your pussy is tightening up. Do you like sucking my dick that much?”

He was being really mouthy tonight but she couldn’t tell him off, eyes rolling as her insides began to twitch and convulse. Taking his cock deeper, she groaned as it teased her throat, the vibrations making him flex between her lips.

By chance, in the throes of mind numbing pleasure, Yang spotted a camera in the corner. They were being recorded, someone was watching Jaune shove his cock down her throat while he fingered her useless, weak willed pussy into a sloppy mess. Someone had watched Jaune eat her out and reduce her to a quivering wreck of a woman, and now someone else would know how truly pathetic she was.

“That’s it,” Jaune praised. “Milk those fingers, Yang.”

Just the thought of someone seeing her getting debased like this set her off, a wave of overwhelming heat erupting in her tummy as her vagina contracted around his pistoning fingers like a vice. Squeezing desperately, Jaune didn’t stop, angling his fingers even more aggressively as he tortured her g-spot until with a wail that was blocked by his fat cock, the growing pressure in her belly released.

She squirted against his wrist violently, her pussy attempting to force his fingers out. Yang almost choked around his dick, seizing up, her legs shooting straight as a board as her orgasm blasted through her unrelentingly. Again, and again, and again, her pussy writhed as she gushed profusely, soaking his hand, the couch, anything within reach.

Jaune pulled his cock from her mouth, and his fingers from her quim, Yang moaning at the loss. With bleary eyes, she watched him stroking his cock with her essence, smearing her juices on his cock before pressing it against her lips.

She took it without complaint.

Yang did her best to pleasure him, brain completely melted from the pleasure, sucking at him eagerly, tasting her own musk on his dick. Utterly consumed, she slurped and sucked and licked, palming his balls and squeezing them, desperate for his cum.

She wanted his cum. More than anything. She wanted to make this bastard blow his load down her throat.

Her movements grew more aggressive, almost feral. Gluck, gluck, gluck, her throat giving way as she took him to the base, her exhausted core spasming every time she did. She felt tingly all over, her skin chafing against the couch, her dress, her toes curling as his pre-cum oozed more and more, filling her mouth with his taste.

He was close. He was close, right? He had to be close.

Cupping the back of her head, he began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth, his balls bouncing off her chin. Yang gagged, throat convulsing around his girth, and Jaune panted harshly as her saliva drenched his cock and balls.

“Oh Yang, that’s it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, cock swelling even larger. Yang groaned around him, her lips sealed around the base, and held her there, a deep, animalistic growl escaping his throat as his cock began spewing down her throat in long, messy heaves, rope after rope of his potent sperm.

He unloaded down her throat until he had nothing left to give, pulling out of her mouth with a disgusting, lewd slurp as she began coughing. His cum was always so fucking thick, and she could feel it like jelly lodged deep down, stuck.

“Oh man, that felt good,” he said, caressing her cheek gently. Yang continued coughing, attempting to clear her throat. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, eyes watery. His concern would have been sweet if he wasn’t rubbing her cum across her cheek, his fingers still sticky with her discharge.

“I – ack – bet she can’t do that,” Yang bragged, remembering what triggered this in the first place.

Jaune frowned. “What?”

“Sapphire,” she panted, smirking smugly. “Bet she can’t take you down her throat like that. Her mouth looks small.”

He blinked at her, a look of disgust crossing his face. “Ew, Yang – why would we do that together? That’s wrong!”

“What do you mean it’s wrong?” she asked, getting fired up at once. What the fuck did he mean by that? “Why? Because you love her? So you only do this with girls who you think are whores? The love of your life is too precious to choke on your fat dick?”

She sat up, glaring furiously at him.

“Huh? What? No, Yang – Sapphire’s my sister!”

Her mouth opened – and then shut with a click, brain frozen.

“Huh?”

“Sapphire’s my older sister,” he said. “Yang, doing stuff like this with your sister is not good!”

His sister? What?

She’d gotten so worked up over his sister?

“You fucking asshole, why didn’t you tell me sooner!” she shouted.

“I did!”

“No you fucking didn’t! Tell me when!?”

Jaune wavered, thinking – before his eyes widened. “Oh… I guess I didn’t.”

This fucking asshole!

She grabbed one of the cushions and hit him with it, right in the face. He made an oof sound and fell back, sprawled on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking, bastard,” she hit with every word, raining down blow after cushiony blow. “I thought you were fucking that – argh~!”

She didn’t even know any more!