Honkers 005

“Okay, what’s going on?” Crystal asked as she balanced a tray of empty glasses.

Yang looked up from the bar counter, confused. “What?”

“You’ve been moping all shift,” Crystal rolled her eyes. “So something is clearly bothering you. So spill. Maybe it’ll help to get it off your chest.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yang denied but saw that her work colleague wasn’t buying it.

“Come on, the place is empty tonight,” she gestured around and she was right, of course. Thursday’s were a little hit or miss. Sometimes they were busy but sometimes they were dead, and this week, it was dead. There were only two tables occupied currently; a couple of guys, and a pair of couples. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“If this is nothing, I’d really hate to see if it was serious,” Crystal sighed. “You never struck me as the type to sulk.”

“I’m not sulking!”

She wasn’t! She wasn’t sulking. She had no reason to sulk!

Crystal carried her tray back to the kitchen and then returned moments later, slipping behind the bar. Yang watched as she began making up a couple of mocktails, and knew that she wasn’t about to let this go.

Maybe talking about it to someone would help.

Crystal moved around the bar like she’d done it her entire life, quickly whipping together something tasty. When the tall glass was placed in front of her, Yang inspected it for a few seconds before taking a sip. Mango exploded across her taste buds along with something else, a little more tart. Sweet but not too sweet, she quickly found herself drinking more than half of it.

“Good, right?” Crystal grinned. “It’s even better with vodka. Too bad we’re on the clock.”

Yang clucked her tongue. “You aren’t going to drop this, are you?”

“Nope. So you better tell me what’s up and maybe I can help.”

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, Yang’s cheeks getting a little hot as she recalled her problem. “You better not make fun of me.”

Crystal placed a hand above her heart. “I promise.”

Yang thought about how to ask, and struggled to formulate the right words. “Have you – I mean, all guys are different, right?”

“So it is guy trouble,” Crystal leaned on the counter eagerly, grinning. “I had a hunch it was something like that. Is it that cute guy from Beacon?”

“No,” Yang denied instantly. “No… it isn’t.”

“Hmm. Well, as for your question, yeah, sure,” Crystal shrugged. “They’re all different. Why?”

“I mean – not how they act or anything,” Yang took another sip of her drink, wetting her lips. “Just… like… is it normal for a guy to take a long time to – you know – pop,” she mimed an explosion with her hands, but Crystal just stared at her.

“What?”

“To finish,” she whispered harshly, looking around discreetly. “You know – to cum! To ejaculate!”

“Oh,” Crystal said, eyes widening slightly. “Are you having bedroom trouble?”

“No – yes – I don’t know,” Yang spluttered, horrified at the conversation they were having. She liked to talk a big game but asking another woman if she was lacking was very embarrassing! “It’s just – I’ve been with other guys, and they always finished really quickly but…”

“This new guy didn’t,” Crystal finished. Yang nodded. “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, I like a guy that can go all twelve rounds.”

Her suggestive tone didn’t ease Yang’s concerns.

“I was trying to make him finish quickly, though. I was… jerking him off, but he wouldn’t cum no matter how long I was doing it, so he ended up making me give him a… he used my tits…”

Fuck, what the hell was she saying?

“It felt like I was doing something wrong,” Yang glared at her mocktail. “Like I wasn’t… good enough, or something.”

Voicing it out loud made it feel more real, and she swallowed, feeling like shit. She’d never doubted her looks or sex appeal, not once. But now she wasn’t so sure. She’d tried her hardest to humiliate him but had been humiliated in turn, shown up, exposed as a girl that didn’t know what she was doing.

Yeah, she wasn’t the most experienced girl. She wasn’t some slut, but she knew her way around a dick. Or at least, she thought she did. Now she wasn’t too sure. Those other guys had been poor preparation. Still boys, they’d inflated her ego a little too much.

Maybe. Probably.

Crystal could see that it was really eating at her and reached across the bar, taking one of her hands and giving it a squeeze. “Hey, don’t think like that. You said he finished, right?”

Yang hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, he did.”

“So it took longer than you thought, that doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it,” she said in a calming voice, holding her eyes. “Some guys take longer than others, for a whole lot of different reasons. Some are just quick shots, and depending on the person, some girls might take that as a compliment,” she grinned. “And some guys take a little more working over. Those guys are normally a little more experienced, you know what I mean? They know their way around a pussy and want to make a girl feel good, for as long as possible.”

Problem was, Jaune wasn’t experienced. He didn’t ‘know’ his way around a pussy. At least, she didn’t think he did.

...Fuck, was he actually some type of womanizer?

It made sense. His confidence with her, leading her on, making her do him favors in exchange for keeping her secret. That wasn’t the actions of some virgin. Even after all this time, even after everything, she was still viewing Jaune as this innocent lamb when in reality, he was the wolf.

Yang wasn’t his first go around.

His efforts to woo Weiss had been so horrible, it had gaslighted them all into thinking that he was terrible with women. And even then, Yang had seen Weiss’ attitude towards Jaune shifting in recent times, the harshness falling away and replaced by – dare she say it – a fondness that seemed impossible not too long ago.

It was the same with Blake. Hadn’t they been hanging around each other more often?

It had been a fleeting thought, once. That he might be trying it on with her teammates but what if he was well beyond the trying stage? What if… Jaune was already having his way with her team? Yang felt her throat close up, her heart pausing in her chest.

He could be fucking Blake while he was toying with her, fucking Weiss.

She shook her head. No, Weiss wasn’t that type of girl – but neither was she, and look what she was doing!

Was Jaune Arc actually a playboy?

And he had her right where he wanted her, and she couldn’t do anything to escape. All she could do was bow to his whims. How long would it be before he wanted more? He was content with her tits currently, but what next? Her mouth? Her pussy?

Did he want to claim her virginity?

Yang squirmed, clenching her thighs together as her tummy flipped.

He wouldn’t go that far, right?

He would. He totally would. Why wouldn’t he? Yang was a young, beautiful, fertile Huntress-in-training. She had large, shapely breasts and a tight, fit body with a snug little pussy to match. This was the end game, wasn’t it? He was just taking his time getting there, manipulating her effortlessly.

She needed to turn things around. She’d failed with the handjob but just because she’d lost the battle, it didn’t mean she’d lost the war.

“If you’re worried about technique, you could always do a little research,” Crystal suggested.

“Research?”

“Yeah. I mean, you could watch some porn,” Yang rolled her eyes. “What? I mean, yeah – half that shit is exaggerated crap but there is a lot of amateur stuff that is pretty good, and way more realistic. If that isn’t your style, I guess I could give you some pointers. You know, one woman to another.”

That sounded even more horrible.

“No, thank you,” Yang shook her head. “I’m already embarrassed enough as it is.”

“Hey, we girls need to stick together. I don’t mind opening the vault and sharing a little.”

It would have been a very sweet offer if it was about anything else.

While Yang wasn’t at the point of using porn for research, it did give her an idea. The internet was filled to the brim with knowledge, about everything and anything. There were probably dozens of websites out there, detailing things like this, so she just needed to find the right one.

Easy, right?

No, it wasn’t!

Her team was asleep when she returned from her shift, and after a quick shower, Yang burrowed under her blanket and began searching. She quickly found that anything sex related quickly became a mess when you typed it into a search engine, and the first dozen or so sites she passed through were useless.

When she did finally find one that was promising, it took her a few minutes to get over her own embarrassment before reading through it. There were pictures but it was all delivered in a very clinical, detached way that was a little weird but made it easy to consume. It went into great detail about the penis, the different erogenous zones and how to get the best results.

“Prostate,” Yang whispered, growing giddy at the thought of slipping a finger up his ass. He wouldn’t be so cocky then, would he? But at the same time, Yang knew that if she upset him in any way, his lips might loosen and her secret might come spilling out.

There would be no prostate tickling.

Yet.

But there were other more easily accessible places. The glans was the most obvious, and Yang had tried but maybe she hadn’t been focused enough. The tip was considered very sensitive but rubbing at it too harshly could be painful, and actually do the opposite of what you were intending. A little like directly touching the clitoris without any warm up or lubrication, it hurt more than it felt pleasurable.

The frenulum was a spot on the underside of the glans, a better spot to focus on. Rubbing it with a finger or licking it could produce very good results, according to them. Yang recalled finding it, and the way his cock would swell when she stroked it. Jaune had reacted favorably to it – but he still hadn’t cum.

The lip of his glans was the same, that intimidating ridge that gave his cock head its shape. It flared wider than the shaft and was easy to tease, but it had gotten her nowhere. At least, not fast enough.

She was going to have to use her mouth, wasn’t she?

Yang glared at her scroll. Wasn’t she just playing into his hands? This is what he wanted and here she was, considering it – but what other options did she have? If she targeted these spots with her tongue and lips, and not just her fingers… if she took that ridiculously fat cock between her lips and sucked it, and kept sucking it until it spat those heavy ropes down her throat…

Yang squirmed, feeling her vagina react to her thoughts. Reading about how to pleasure a man had already made her feel a little hot under the collar but now thinking about Jaune’s stupidly handsome, fat dick tipped her over the edge.

Her crotch itched, and she did her best to ignore it. She read about the sensitivity of a man’s scrotum and testicles, and how sensitive and vulnerable they were. A gentle squeeze at the right time could set a guy off, or handling them too roughly could undo all the work you’d put in, and land you back at square one.

Maybe she’d fondled them too hard when she’d done it.

Now that she was thinking about him like this, she was reliving the moment. The feel of his steel hard shaft, pulsing and throbbing. How smooth the skin was, how the veins knotted and pressed into her palm. The way his balls felt, like twin eggs within a fleshy sack, soft yet firm. The smell. That musky scent that could only come from a man.

How long and thick, and fuck, how it felt slotted between her tits. The way it had flexed powerfully as it shot all over her neck, the underside of her chin, the tops of her breasts, and how hard it had exploded from his cock.

There is no way that wouldn’t feel amazing, buried deep inside her cunt, right? Blasting into her womb, unloading his pent up lust inside her body, thudding into her uterus… and then she recalled how hot his cum had felt on her skin, a burning warmth, his semen thick like jelly…

Yang bit her lip as she forced her sweatpants down over her hips, her underwear quickly joining them around her ankles. Her pussy was already damp, her fingers trembling as they stroked through the hair carpeting her mons and then lower.

“Haaaaah,” she sighed, lightly touching her vulva. Her outer lips were already fat and swollen with arousal, her clit begging to be touched. Dipping down lower, she gathered her wetness on the tips of her fingers, smearing it around her puckered entrance.

Even this much felt good. Ever since that time Jaune had effortlessly made her cum, she felt much more sensitive than usual – but it still didn’t feel as good as when he touched her. Turning her face into her pillow, she groaned softly as she put pressure on her snug little hole, slipping one finger inside, and then two.

Her vagina stretched, her walls hugging her digits as her insides contracted. Yang fingered herself slowly, gathering more of her syrup before pulling out and stroking higher, smearing her cum across her urethra and then her clit.

“Shit,” she panted, gritting her teeth. Her little pearl throbbed in time with her racing heart, already feeling tender and puffy. Giving it a gentle flick, her hips rocked, her inner walls coiling tight. “Mmng—why does it feel so good already?”

Her belly trembled as she slowly toyed with her clit, getting it nice and moist before rubbing it in circles, framing it with two of her fingers. Pleasure bloomed hot and heavy in her womb, sparks of ecstasy lancing up her spine. Her hips couldn’t stop rocking, humping her hand as she teased her little bundle of nerves to the brink.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mouthed, her breathing becoming erratic. Her body shifted, her hard nipples chafing against the inside of her top. They stung like two pinpricks of sensation, aching to be touched. “Oh fuck, this is – oh god~♡,” she bit her lip hard enough to bruise.

She was going to cum already.

Her entrance contracted, squeezing out a thick dribble of girl cum, rolling down the curve of her butt. She thought of Jaune’s cock, then – and imagined it burrowed deep inside her, thrusting in and out, deflowering her, making her a woman…

That fat burly dick would feel so good inside her. That ridiculous length would touch her so deep, and that girth would stretch her wide. The way it curved up would grind it against her g-spot perfectly, and she feared that her inexperienced pussy wouldn’t be able to fit it all.

It was a cock designed to conquer any unruly, defiant woman that dared to take it.

The pressure in her tummy threatened to snap…

“Yang?” a voice asked sleepily. “Are you home?”

Ruby’s voice.

Her heart leapt into her throat, everything becoming tense, and then with a moan trapped in her throat to hide it from her little sister, Yang cum her brains out.

Again and again and again, her tender pussy contracted and spasmed, Yang choking as she tried to muffle her rapture. Her fingers kept moving frantically, body writing as wetness gushed from her vagina, soaking her sheets and mattress.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think – not until her orgasming body had its fill, the rhythmic contractions slowing to crawl, though she continued to jerk and spasm sporadically as the aftershocks continued to pulse through her.

“Yang?”

Mortification didn’t even begin to cover it, blasting through the glow of her satisfying orgasm immediately.

“Y-Yeah, I’m home,” she stuttered, hoping her voice didn’t sound weird.

“Oh,” there was a beat of silence. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. All good here, sis,” she flinched as she removed her hands from her clit, a little light headed.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Yang listened carefully but it was difficult with her heart pounding in her ears, blood thrumming with adrenaline – but when Ruby didn’t say anything else, and Weiss and Blake remained silent, asleep, Yang sighed, sagging, relieved.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

She had trouble sleeping after that. Fearful that her sister or one of her teammates were going to call her out. It also didn’t help that she’d created a massive wet spot in the middle of her bed, making it uncomfortable. The sheets clung to her butt, and not wanting to dirty her sweatpants, she kicked them off and left them bunched at the end of the bed.

It was a long night.

“Woah,” Blake said the next morning. “Rough night out?”

Yang looked a mess, bags under her eyes. She’d slipped into the bathroom in the early hours of the morning to shower but it didn’t help beyond giving her a brief rush of energy when the cold water hit her skin.

“You could say that,” she muttered.

Weiss tsked. “That’s what happens when you spend every week going down to Vale. Maybe you should cut back.”

“It’s not that,” Yang denied. “I just… couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?” Blake asked, curious.

Yeah – but it wasn’t something she could talk to her partner about. She couldn’t talk to any of them about it. This whole situation made her feel like such a loser but she’d rather die than admit to any of it, especially what she’d done last night.

How could she have done that? Masturbate to thoughts about that bastard’s cock? Just because it was needlessly big and impressive? So what? He just got lucky, that was all. Good genes. It didn’t mean anything. Everyone knew that it was all about how you used it, right?

Yang ignored the fact that Jaune might very well know ‘how to use it’ since she hadn’t been able to make him cum until he’d decided to fuck her tits, instead calling him every unfavorable name under the sun within her mind.

She might be down but she wasn’t out!

She would show him that she wasn’t the type of girl he should be messing with!

All of that bravado took a backseat when she saw him at breakfast, her cheeks flushing hotly as she felt phantom pleasure of her orgasm rush through her. He was seated beside Pyrrha, looking so innocent, completely unaware that she’d frigged herself to thoughts of his dick – god, he was such a fucking bastard.

He looked up, spotting her. Feeling his eyes on her only made that phantom rush feel more real.

“Morning, Yang,” he greeted with a smile. Pyrrha perked up, waving her way.

“Hello~!”

“Ah, hey guys,” she grit her teeth and set her tray down, slipping into the seat across from them. “What’s up?”

The dining hall quickly filled up, excited chatter abundant. It was a Friday after all, every student’s favorite day of the week. It meant two days of freedom awaited, all they needed to do was get through the day.

For Yang, Friday meant Jaune would be visiting again tonight.

He gave nothing away as he chatted with Ruby, taking bites of his toast. A wolf among sheep, waiting for his time to strike. Yang didn’t like the way Ruby’s eyes lit up as he made her laugh with some goofy joke, what was once an innocent interaction between friends stained by her overactive imagination.

What if Jaune had blackmailed her baby sister into doing favors for him, just like he had with her?

“Ahem,” Weiss cleared her throat. “Jaune – if you have some time later, I wish to discuss something with you.”

What if he also had Weiss Schnee trapped beneath his thumb?

“Uh – sure,” he appeared confused, but it was likely an act!

“Don’t look so frightened. You asked for help with your Dust Usage assignment, did you not?”

“Oh – right! Thanks a bunch, Weiss!”

“Hmph~! As long as you appreciate it, there is no need for thanks.”

Pyrrha fiddled with her fork. “I could help… if you’d like?”

Pyrrha was likely already deep under his sway. He’d had the most time with her out of everyone, finding her weak spot to exploit.

Jaune beamed. “Sure. Oh, uh – if Weiss is fine with that…?”

Weiss nodded, appearing happy. “Pyrrha is more than welcome to join us.”

“I have finished that book you were asking about,” Blake said, drawing his attention. “Do you still want to borrow it?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Was it any good?”

She smiled, her calm expression becoming excited. “It was even better than I was expecting. When Sasuke ended up in Kikyo’s hands—,”

“Wait, wait – don’t spoil it!”

Blake flushed sheepishly. “Sorry!”

Yang pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing at her eyes. She needed to focus. Make it through the day, have a quick power nap before work and then… her hands curled into fists, Yang filled with resolve. Then she’ll show him that last time was only a fluke! She was going to rock his world and make him a babbling mess, and by the end of it, he’ll be begging her to stop – and maybe she won’t. Maybe she’ll keep going until he is forced to retreat like the bastard he was, and Yang would be the one that stood victorious.

She just had to make him blow his load with her mouth. Easy!

Her day was just as long as her night, and Yang found herself nearly falling asleep in most of her classes. In Grimm Studies, she did fall asleep – but that wasn’t anything new. A lot of her classmates tended to doze off when Professor Port got started on a tangent, even Weiss and Pyrrha tended to lose much of their energy when he really got rolling.

Combat Class woke her right back up, though. Cardin eyed her warily as they were called up to fight.

“What?” she snapped.

“Nothing,” he said back, bracing himself for a beat down.

That is exactly what she delivered, and if she was a little more brutal than necessary because she imagined Cardin’s dumb face as Jaune’s stupid face, then so be it! She might have felt bad if it was anyone else but Cardin, but it wasn’t, and so she didn’t.

When classes were over, Yang sighed in relief, rushing back to their room as soon as the final class concluded and changing the sheets on her bed before collapsing on it, setting her alarm so she wasn’t late for work.

She was out like a light before the rest of her team got back.

Yang almost slept through her alarm. That would have been a first but that was how tired she was.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go out tonight,” Blake said, voice full of concern.

“I’m fine, that nap was just what I needed,” Yang lied. It hadn’t been refreshing at all. If anything, she felt even more exhausted than before she went to sleep. She hated when that happened.

A cold shower helped blow away any cobwebs but instead of taking her bike down to Vale, she decided to take an airship.

Tired as she was, she looked amazing. Yang made sure to fix herself up to the max, her hair nice and lush, her makeup perfectly applied. Even her lips looked plumper than usual, glossy with balm and ready to show once and for all that Jaune wasn’t shit! She was drop dead gorgeous and she was going to blow his mind.

There was another game this week taking place in Vale, and so it was packed. From the moment she arrived until her first break, it was full steam ahead. At some point, she got her second wind, prancing from table to table, putting her best foot forward.

They were putty in her hand.

“I’ll have the barbecue whiskey glazed ribs,” one guy said before looking up at her, eyes zeroing in on her puppies. Yang made sure to squeeze her arms together to plump them up even more. “Uh… and a milk – no, wait, a coke!”

His friend snorted, though he was getting an eye full as well, staring at her body like it was an all you can eat buffet. Their girlfriends didn’t appear nearly as impressed – or were they their sisters? It was hard to tell. You’d think guys wouldn’t bring their partners to a place that heavily marketed the sex appeal of their serving staff, yet it happened. A lot.

“We’ll have the fried chicken bowl,” one of the girls said roughly. “We can share it.”

The other girl just glared at Yang.

Girlfriend, then. She had a feeling the tip from this table was going to be nonexistent.

Crystal was on the other side of the dining floor, doing her best to charm the money out of a pair of older gentlemen’s pockets. From the expressions on their faces, she was doing a good job of it, practically drooling over her as she bent at the waist just right, and flicked her hair in a showy display to reveal her neck and collar.

Too easy.

“Can I get a refill?” a guy from another table called, and Yang took his empty glass.

“Coming right up.”

The hustle and bustle of a busy night did a good job of taking Yang’s mind off of Jaune, just for it all come rushing back when she was on her break. Sipping at her cola, she tried to think of something else, anything else, but it was hopeless.

Tonight, she was going to be giving Jaune Arc a blowjob. There was just no way around it.

She was ready. She was better prepared this time. Consulting her scroll, she looked up dick sucking techniques and there were plenty of options. A dozen different ways a girl could make a guy see stars, guaranteed!

So they claimed.

If her hands weren’t good enough, then her mouth sure as hell was! Yang refused to be humiliated again.

He didn’t know what he was in for!

When she returned from her break, the place had somehow gotten even busier. Fans from both teams flooded in, and it was frantic as she dashed back and forth, avoiding any cheeky hands that tried to grab a handful of something that didn’t belong to them.

One of the other staff wasn’t so lucky, and the guy ended up getting thrown out after pinching her on the butt.

“Come on, it was just a bit of fun!” he shouted as Sepia threatened to call the police, his friends pulling him out.

“Asshole,” Yang muttered, shaking her head.

It was a part of the job but that didn’t mean they had to take it. There were always going to be guys that overstepped, she was just glad that their supervisor was willing to stand up for the workers.

If any of them touched her, she would put them through a wall. Lawsuit be damned.

As the night wore on, Yang felt her exhaustion begin to catch up with her. As a Huntress-in-training, she had to learn how to operate in high stress situations with very little sleep but it was never a pleasant experience. She took another break and downed an energy drink to give her a pep up.

She heard a loud cheer and knew that the game had been won, presumably by the team from Vale.

Approaching the end of her shift, Yang carried dirty dishes and glasses back into the kitchen to be washed. That was where she bumped into Crystal.

“Crazy night, huh?” she said, looking a little how Yang felt. Rundown, and wanting nothing more than a bed.

“You can say that again,” Yang set the tray down next to the sink. “I need sleep, like, yesterday.”

Crystal laughed. “I know what you mean.”

A little more cleanup and they were done, and they both clocked out together.

“Didn’t bring Bumblebee tonight?” Crystal asked, searching through her handbag for her car keys. Yang shook her head.

“Nah, I felt like shit. Didn’t want to risk it.”

“Do you need a lift anywhere?”

“Just drop me off downtown – there’s a place I stay at, it’s pretty cheap.”

She hesitated. “You know – if you wanted to, you could crash at my place. If that isn’t too weird or anything.”

Yang blinked. “What? Really?”

“Yeah – we can have a few drinks and then pass out, make a whole thing of it.”

She smiled gratefully. “That sounds… awesome. I could do with a few shots – or a dozen. It’ll make me sleep like a baby.”

Wait – wasn’t she forgetting something?

“Did Jaune come in tonight?” Crystal asked casually as they got into her car.

...That motherfucker!

She’d been so worked up about him all day and then he didn’t even show up! Friday was their day – no, what the hell was she thinking, they didn’t have a day! But it was the day he always showed up, ready to rub her face in it – and he hadn’t shown!

“Yang?”

She couldn’t believe it. The nerve of him. He was toying with her, playing mind games. He’d seen her getting worked up, worrying about her last performance but instead of sticking it to her, he had decided to let her stew.

That fucking bastard.

Who did he think he was?

“Yang, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yang said curtly, seething.

She was going to suck his cock and he just ghosted her, just like that! Like she wasn’t worth shit!

“You don’t look fine,” Crystal said worriedly. “If you’re going to punch something, please don’t punch my car – and I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said.”

“I won’t punch your car,” Yang grit her teeth. “It’s just… I really need that drink. I hope you have a full bottle at home.”

Where the hell was he?