Honkers 004

For the next several days, Yang couldn’t be around Jaune without remembering the feel of his fingers stroking her slit and the explosive orgasm that resulted. He’d made a complete fool of her, and Yang had never felt so humiliated in all her life. He’d barely touched her and she’d cum her brains out like some easy slut, her needy hips rutting her spasming cunt against his hand until she’d been incoherent with pleasure.

If that wasn’t bad enough, by the time Yang had returned to her senses, Jaune had left her sitting by the back door. He’d just… left, as if he hadn’t just given her the most mind blowing orgasm of her life.

It made her feel a certain type of way. Discarded, almost. Jaune had his fun and then tossed her aside, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it, that at any moment, whenever it struck his fancy, he could return and make her unravel with a few soft strokes.

Humiliating didn’t even begin to cover it. She was completely mortified.

If anyone noticed her avoiding him like the plague, they didn’t mention it. It wasn’t like they hung out all the time anyway, they weren’t exactly best buds – but they did interact every day, in some form or another, so she was just glad that her behavior hadn’t caught the interest of any of their friends.

There was no way in hell she was ever telling them what happened. Even under pain of torture or threat of death, that was a story she was taking to her grave. The fact that Jaune could spill the beans at any moment, rubbing salt into her wounds… it infuriated her, and it made her even madder when her body reacted to the thought of Jaune doing that to her.

Humiliating her. Outing her. Spilling her secrets. Telling them that her hair trigger pussy was so easy.

None of the guys she’d fooled around with in the past had made her feel half as good. While she’d never had sex with them, they’d fingered her plenty of times and while it had felt good, she’d never peaked. That wasn’t so unusual. Speaking with other girls, they’d complained long and loudly about their boyfriends being unable to make them cum, that apparently it was difficult for some of them to reach their end at all – even if they masturbated, and used all the latest and best toys.

Yang had never had any trouble getting herself off but she’d never cum through the influence of another person. Not until now.

She needed to get back at him. It was the only way she could salvage her hurt pride – and there was only one way she could do it.

Jaune still held all the cards. Yang was at his mercy – but if she was able to make him pop like a pathetic virgin, pump his dick a few times and shoot his thin, watery jizz across her palm, that would go a long way to restoring some of her pride as a woman.

Perhaps she was playing right into his hands but she didn’t care. She could turn this entire situation on its head. When he was boneless and thoughtless after cumming, she could snap a few pictures of his flaccid dick. Blackmail material. Normally it wouldn’t sit right with her but Jaune didn’t have any issues about holding her secrets above her head! So what if she fought fire with fire?

He probably had a small dick. Even better. The smaller it was, the more desperate he would be to keep any pictures hidden.

It was the perfect plan – but that didn’t mean Yang wasn’t nervous.

“Stop mashing the same button!” she heard her little sister roar from their dorm room, her voice filled with anger. “That isn’t fair!”

Yang had been kept back after class because her most recent Grimm Studies quiz had been under par. It wasn’t her fault but she didn’t think Professor Port would accept her reasoning of, “Jaune Arc is a fucking bastard and I can’t focus around him, at all.”

That would probably earn her detention.

When Yang opened the door to their room, it was to see Ruby in the process of a meltdown, the controller in her hand being threatened with destruction. By her side, Weiss sat calmly, if a little smugly, her smile filled with satisfaction.

“Why would I do that?” she asked coolly. “It is a sound strategy that works rather well,” she gestured at the screen where her character was posing in victory. “Case in point.”

Ruby growled a bunch of gibberish, incensed. If there was one way to make her sister irate, it was to beat her at video games. Especially by doing silly shit like mashing a single button. Of course Weiss had lucked into maining the best character for doing exactly that, Winter Knight’s basic attack capable of chaining into an unstoppable combo if you got caught in the corner.

That is exactly what had happened here.

While Ruby was throwing a fit, Blake idly kicked her feet back and forth. Yang stared as Blake wiggled her toes, completely absorbed in the book she was reading. In fact, her position was a little dangerous. If Yang walked a couple more steps, she’d be able to see directly up her skirt.

She wasn’t going to do that. Even if that would be one hell of a sight.

She closed the door behind her. “Are you bullying my little sister again, Weiss?”

Weiss’ smile grew even more. “Yes.”

Yang laughed. “Well – keep it up!”

“Yang,” Ruby snapped. “Don’t encourage her! This isn’t how you’re meant to play the game and you know it!”

“I mean, she won – so I think it’s fine, right?” Yang teased, loving the way Ruby’s silver eyes glittered dangerously. It was always so much fun getting Ruby mad because she was usually such a mild mannered individual, and also a little shy. Even as her big sister, Yang struggled to get a true rise out of her at times, even knowing what buttons to push.

Because Ruby knew what buttons to push right back.

Weiss, on the other hand – Yang didn’t know what it was, but she could make her sister hit the roof with the smallest things.

“You won’t beat me again,” Ruby vowed darkly.

Weiss tutted. “You’ll have to wait your turn. You lost, so now it’s Jaune’s turn.”

Yang felt her heart stop.

“He’s still in the bathroom,” Ruby complained. “I can go again!”

But he appeared as if summoned, opening the door and stopping dead in his tracks when he spotted Yang.

“Oh, hey Yang,” he said, though she barely heard it.

Her mouth went dry at the sound of his voice, and her heart kick started into high gear. Yang’s breathing became erratic, a flash of something blooming in her tummy, down low that made her squirm. Something hot and dark, and slick.

He was ambushing her in her room now! Did he have no sense of boundaries at all? There wasn’t a place he was willing to concede to her, her eyes darting quickly over to her bed. There wasn’t anywhere she was safe from his blackmail.

Jaune had cornered her completely.

If she didn’t strike back and make him pay, humiliate him like he’d humiliated her, she would never be able to dig herself out of this hole.

“Jaune,” Weiss said warmly, and even in her dazed state, Yang turned to stare at her oddly. She’d never heard Weiss speak to Jaune that way before. “I have conquered Ruby once again, so now it is your turn.”

Ruby pouted to the point of almost crying, her face screwed up comically. Jaune laughed as he took the controller she reluctantly handed over, and sat down on the floor next to Weiss. Normally the heiress might have made a show of recoiling but today, she simply smiled wider as Jaune began selecting his character.

“You suck,” Ruby muttered petulantly, crossing her arms as she sulked. Weiss preened.

“Thank you.”

“I’m insulting you!”

“That only pleases me more.”

Perched on the side of her bed, Blake snorted. Ruby turned betrayed eyes away from Weiss and onto Blake.

“This isn’t funny!”

Blake made a so-so gesture with her hand, eyes never leaving her book. “It’s a little bit funny.”

“You’re all big meanie heads and I don’t like you,” she tried to sound upset but it only made her sound cuter, voice squeaking.

“Of course,” Weiss said magnanimously. “Of course. We are here for you.”

Ruby flopped back onto the floor and kicked her legs furiously, screaming into her arms.

Jaune had made himself very cozy in her room, hadn’t he? Her team were completely oblivious to the scoundrel they had in their midst. Even Weiss, Jaune’s biggest detractor, was acting suspiciously nice to him. Yang refused to believe it was just because Weiss was giddy at driving Ruby up the wall by beating her at video games.

No.

Yang watched Jaune closely, eyes narrowed as they started up their game. He’d always been utterly hopeless around the heiress, but hadn’t he been hopeless around any pretty face he took a liking to? Yang’s judgment of his character had been way off, and it had all started when he’d gained the upper hand by discovering her secret.

Did that mean he had dirt on Weiss, as well? Maybe even Blake? Is that where his recent confidence had come from?

“Are you going to sit down?” Blake asked dryly, peering over her book as Jaune and Weiss did battle. Weiss was one of those people that moved her whole body and jerked the controller when she was attempting to dodge on the screen, and the whole thing would have been cute if Yang wasn’t currently having a mental breakdown.

Jaune Arc was even worse than she realized.

If he touched her sister, there would be hell to pay! E-Even if he revealed her secret, Yang w-wouldn’t let such dastardly deeds stand!

An ugly emotion grew in her chest, and as much as she tried to convince herself that it was just self-righteous anger, Yang already knew what that felt like. No, this was something else entirely – and not something she was willing to seriously engage with.

Nope. It wasn’t that. Because if it was, then that meant–! But there was no way because Jaune Arc was not someone she would ever–! Especially not when he was a complete bastard that was constantly making a fool of her!

No. Nope. Sorry.

Yang was just pissed. That’s all.

Yang sat down on her bed roughly, glaring a hole in the side of Jaune’s head. He was either completely oblivious to her stare or knew she was staring daggers through him, and was secretly relishing her turmoil. Yes, that is exactly what he was doing.

He’d planned all this from the start!

Weiss lost the first round to Jaune, though she didn’t look nearly as upset as she would usually be. Yang wasn’t sure but Jaune threw the second round, letting Weiss pin him in the corner and annihilate his health bar with the same combo spam trick she’d used on Ruby. That only set off her little sister, who’d been cheering Jaune on and was happy after the first round, spiralling into a depression when Weiss smirked at her in victory.

“The match isn’t over yet,” Ruby snapped. “Jaune is going to beat you!”

Jaune threw the third round.

“Argghhh!” Ruby screamed as Weiss laughed, and to rub salt into her wounds, she even copied the victory pose of her character, raising the controller as if it were White Knight’s sword.

“I triumph once again,” she even said the damn voice line, her voice filled with haughtiness.

Weiss was being a massive troll.

Blake’s shoulders shook, pressing her open book against her face to hide her expression and muffle her laughter. Jaune snorted and bit his lip to contain himself, but one look at Ruby’s miserable face set him off.

...He kinda had a nice laugh.

Yang almost cracked the frame of her bed as her hands gripped it and squeezed. He was getting inside her head, even more than usual. He was attacking her within her sanctum, where she should feel safest. A girl’s room was sacred and Jaune Arc was trampling all over it!

“Jaune,” Ruby whined. “You were meant to win! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, Rubes,” he managed to get out. “She’s just too good.”

Weiss liked that. She liked it a lot, and her eyes were tender as she gazed at Jaune. “You know, Jaune – maybe you aren’t so bad after all.”

“Thanks, Snow Angel.”

Weiss twitched. “...I’ll let that one slide, just this once.”

Jaune Arc was an absolute menace!

Yang planned everything out to the very last detail. She knew that Jaune liked to train in the evenings with Pyrrha and that training took place almost every night, so long as they didn’t have any group sessions with their other teammates or with their team, Team RWBY. He then had a habit of hitting the pools after a quick shower, information that Nora helpfully revealed without much prodding.

It was here that she made her move.

Alongside a fully stocked gym that was the largest in Vale, and one of the largest in the world, Beacon had full pool facilities for the students to take advantage of. There were two lap pools, a diving pool, a hydrotherapy pool for rest and recovery, and some smaller pools with a variety of different options; one of them was outfitted with powerful water jets to simulate swimming against a current, while another created waves to help acclimatize to ocean conditions.

When Yang arrived, there weren’t that many people around. Mostly older students. Everyone else was still in the dining hall or in their dorm rooms, digesting their meals. Not Jaune. After dinner, he’d come here and she spotted him quickly, swimming laps in one of the lap pools.

She’d made sure to disguise herself so Jaune wouldn’t recognize her, at least not immediately. Tying her hair up, it was hidden by one of Ruby’s beanies. She’d also found an old shirt she’d packed from home, something that used to belong to her dad but she’d stolen it because it was comfortable and she sometimes wore it to bed, some old timer band on the front that Yang didn’t know. Since it was so baggy, it helped cover her very noticeable assets. There was no way Jaune wouldn’t recognize her tits, especially at this stage.

He’d seen them enough.

It also helped cover her narrow waist and wide hips, falling as far as her thighs. A pair of black jeans and large sunglasses completed the outfit, and Yang was confident that even Ruby wouldn’t recognize her if they randomly passed on the street. Though wearing sunglasses indoors at night was a little suspicious.

She found a spot in the bleachers and sat, unfolding a magazine to pretend to read.

He wouldn’t see her ambush coming.

She peeked carefully over the top of her magazine, watching him cut through the water with ease. Grudgingly, she could admit that he had a rather impressive stroke. He must have done this a lot, his form impeccable.

But she quickly grew distracted from that, frowning.

When had his arms been so jacked?

Yang lifted her sunglasses and stared, shocked as he reached the end of his final lap and pulled himself up onto the side of the pool. Lean, hard muscle was revealed to her, glistening beneath the lights as he stood and shook out his arms.

It was expected that if you were at Beacon, you would be fit. Yang had never met an out of shape Huntsman unless they were well past their prime, in the twilight of their lives like Professor Port. Even someone like Oobleck was muscled, though skinny. It was part of the job.

And yet… seeing Jaune’s physique struck her dumb, eyes roaming over his firm, powerful chest and broad shoulders, his lean arms and his back – his back! It was a work of art, muscles contracting and shifting as he stretched out, rippling as he went through different stretches. His waist was narrow, creating that classic, aesthetic V-shape, his calves like iron.

Then she saw his abs.

Packed and firm, he was ripped across his stomach, his sides toned and visible. Yang swallowed, transfixed.

Jaune Arc was jacked.

Not in a vain, ego-driven way. He was no body builder or gym junkie, searching for the biggest, baddest muscles. His was a body built for purpose with true strength in mind, right down to his core. More like a dancer or gymnast but with a harder edge, rugged, the build of a warrior. Jaune Arc might not have the skill to back it up – yet – but he sure had the body to make it a reality.

“What the fuck,” she swore loudly but no one was close enough to hear it, thankfully. She continued watching as he finished his stretches and then leapt up onto the starting block, getting into position before diving seamlessly into the pool, slicing through the water with a controlled, small splash.

That hoodie he wore was a crime against nature. It was true that Jaune had always felt dense whenever she’d grabbed his arm but she hadn’t been expecting this. He covered up his body in bulky, formless clothes, even when he wasn’t dressed for battle.

Yang shook her head, annoyed with herself.

So what if he had a nice body? That was expected at Beacon. Sure, it was surprising because it was Jaune but it shouldn’t be. She’d just had an outdated view of him in her head, that’s all. He was just that goofy, lanky guy that her sister befriended and crushed on her teammate. She needed to banish that old idea of him from her mind.

Hadn’t he already shown that he wasn’t that? He was a bastard that got his rocks off from manipulating her into doing him favors, and he could also be doing that to her team! She needed to get her head in the game and start treating him like he deserved.

An enemy to crush under her heel.

She waited until he was finished with his laps and then followed him into the locker rooms. Like everything at Beacon, these were uni-sex, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be here. She could hear the shower going in the next room, and soon steam was billowing out.

There was no one else around but just to make sure, she rolled up the magazine and jammed it under the door so no one could enter. Yang didn’t need one of the older students catching her in the act, that would only make the whole situation worse.

It would be bad enough if her friends found out she worked at Honkers. If rumors started circulating about what she was about to do?

Yang would never live it down. Her reputation would be tarnished forever.

She heard the shower stop, and waited with baited breath. Her heart was racing wildly in her chest, and she had to clamp her hands together to keep them from shaking.

What was wrong with her?

When Jaune appeared, he was in nothing but a towel. He didn’t notice her at first, walking towards his locker and Yang stared at his freshly washed skin, lush and slightly pinkened from the heat and scrubbing. Up close, his muscles looked even better and something slick squirmed in her tummy, slipping down, down, down…

She swallowed, her mouth dry before shaking her head, anger replacing her awe.

It was time to turn the tables on this bastard!

“Oi,” she called, and Jaune jumped. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

He turned, eyes wide as he spotted her.

“Yang?” he asked incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

She removed her beanie, shaking out her hair so it tumbled across her shoulders in soft waves. Storming towards him, he flinched as she placed a hand against his bare chest and shoved him back into the lockers with a bang.

“You just can’t leave me alone, can you?” she said sharply, his skin hot beneath her hand. She applied more pressure and his chest didn’t budge, firm and strong. “Even here at Beacon… in my bedroom… you’ve got some balls.”

“What are you – w-wait,” he stammered as she grabbed his towel, his hands quickly falling to stop her. “What are you doing?”

“As if you don’t know,” she returned, pulling at the towel. They engaged in a small match of tug of war, Jaune’s face panicked. Hah! She had him right where she wanted him! “This is what you’ve been aiming for, isn’t it? What’s wrong? Afraid you aren’t man enough? Perhaps you’re… lacking where it counts?”

“Yang, wait – stop!”

She twisted her hands and pulled with everything she had, breaking free of his hold. The towel whipped away from his body and she tossed it aside in victory, eyes darting down, words of ridicule on the tip of her tongue.

“Hah! I knew it!” she relished her triumph for all of three seconds before her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in shock.

Yang had seen a guy’s cock before and not just in porn. The guys she’d messed around with, she’d given them both handjobs. It never lasted very long, the pair of them had been quick shots, but she thought she knew what to expect.

She was beginning to realize that maybe she didn’t know as much as she thought she did.

Yang had been with those guys at Signal. They’d been no more than boys, just as she’d been no more than a girl. She was at Beacon now, older by a few years, and it was never more apparent that she was now a woman, and Jaune, he was a man.

He was still flaccid and yet it was still thick and long, bigger than the boys she’d fooled around with when they’d been at the height of their erections. Sparse blond hair surrounded the base and across his large balls, and she watched in fascination as his member began to grow.

Oh boy, did it grow.

The shaft hardened and stretched, the glans thickening as it filled with blood. In only a few moments, it went from limp to sticking out from his pelvis, rising with its own strength. As the skin grew taut, she saw the webbing veins swelling up, blue beneath his healthy skin. The tip flushed red in arousal, as did part of the shaft, and when it began curving – Yang felt her uterus clench.

What the fuck was this?

This wasn’t an ordinary dick. This was the type of cock she’d seen in videos online, the type of dick that girls rolled their eyes at when men claimed they had one, knowing that the chances were slim to none. This was the type of cock that women dreamed of taming, only to get tamed in returned, fucked stupid until their silly brains short circuited from the immense pleasure of having their insides rearranged.

Jaune Arc was hung.

When it reached full mast, it hung between them, bobbing as it twitched and flexed, the powerful root on the underside taut and menacing. Yang stared at it in disbelief, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory. There was nothing to ridicule or mock, unless…

She gathered herself, jaw clenching as she focused her mind.

No, she wasn’t just about to roll over and admit defeat. Not yet! She’d come this far! So what if he had a ridiculously big, needlessly impressive cock? That was only its size! Sure, it was handsome but who cared! If it couldn’t perform, then what was the point?

He’d humiliated her by making her cum in just a few touches, so she was going to make him drop his load in a couple of pumps. Two pump chump, that’s what they called it. She was going to make him cum like the little virgin he was and then she would be the one in control, not him! If he didn’t want her spreading how much of a loser he was, then he better forget about her choice of job!

“S-So this is your dick, is it?” she tried to act haughty like Weiss but it fell flat, but she continued anyway. “So what! You think I’m impressed? B-Because I’m not!”

Jaune stared at her in horror, completely mute – but that was fine. She didn’t want him to talk. She just wanted him to cum.

“You’ve made a big mistake,” she told him, the hand on his chest sliding down. She couldn’t help but admire how his torso felt, the smoothness of his skin, the warmth, and the firm lines of his cut muscles. Her lips trembled. “You made a fool out of me, Jaune Arc. Now I’m going to make a fool out of you!”

“Don’t think that just because you have a big cock that I’ll give in,” her hand curled around the base of his shaft, and it pulsed in her grip, almost making her let go in fright. “You aren’t special so don’t get a big head!”

It wasn’t the first cock she’d touched but it was by far the biggest and the hottest, his skin blazing against her palm. She squeezed it firmly and felt that small bit of give, compressing, but he was completely iron underneath. Not only was he the biggest and hottest she’d touched, it was also the hardest.

She stared at it dumbly as it throbbed again, the entire thing jerking up. A thick pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip, building up before dribbling down the side. Lilac eyes tracked it as it rolled down his burly shaft before wetting the side of her fingers which were struggling and failing to touch.

Heh. He was going to be so easy! He was already drooling for her!

Yang was out of practice but she knew the gist. Pump it up and down, firmly but not too hard, and only touch the head when it was sufficiently lubed. If you did it before, it might be painful rather than pleasurable, and even though an evil part of her mind would like nothing more than to make Jaune feel a little sore, she was here to humiliate him.

The goal was to make him cum, so that was what she was going to do.

Her hand moved up and down, the veins on his shaft shifting as she began jerking him off in earnest. Her hand rose all the way up to the underside of his glans, her fist brushing against the ridge of his fat head before moving down, jostling his balls with the vigorous movement. Jaune made a sound of surprise and pleasure, deep in his throat, deep and dark, and despite herself, Yang felt it resonate in her belly.

More pre-cum spilled from the tip, quickly wetting his glans and her fist, but as one minute passed, and then two, she frowned.

Why wasn’t he finishing?

Yang looked up at him, her expression annoyed. “Hey, what’s the big idea? Are you going to cum or not?”

Jaune looked at her, eyes hazy with lust. “What?”

“Hurry up and cum!”

“I’m not ready yet,” he managed, his breathing a little stilted. His hips rocked in time with her fist, as if he was fucking her hand. “It takes a while.”

As if! Who did he think he was?

Yang focused as he stroked him harder, giving her hand a little twist. Jaune continued thrusting lightly into her hand, and when her fist glided up a little higher, touching his sensitive glans, he groaned.

“That feels amazing,” he told her, his voice rough. “Damn, Yang – fuck, that feels good.”

Yang tried to say something but her mouth was dry, her throat closing and trapping her words. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, relishing the way it throbbed and jerked in her grip, the silky smooth texture of his pre-ejaculate, the slight swelling of his cock head as it drooled over her. God, she could even smell him; musky, a little salty, the scent of a man’s arousal.

Her tummy quivered, and to her horror, she felt her panties grow damp in response.

This bastard! Why couldn’t he just give in?

Soon she was working him over with both hands, pumping and twisting and attacking his sensitive tip. Her thumb swiped across the end of his dick, his abs flexing as his body tensed. If possible, his cock swelled further, hardening, the veins popping as she attempted to wring him dry.

Why wasn’t it working?

Yang grit her teeth in frustration, wrapping her palm around his glans and giving it a torturous twist. Jaune groaned loudly but it only extracted more pre-cum, her hand now drenched in his essence. Her other hand dipped down and fondled his balls, desperate – but still, he didn’t finish.

“Stop holding back!” she barked, her anger finally expressed through words, unclogging her throat. “What’s wrong with this thing? Is it broken?”

Jaune panted as she rubbed the tip across her moist palm angrily, back and forth, back and forth, his face twisting. “Y-Yang, it just takes a while!”

“No it doesn’t!”

He was trying to humiliate her again, wasn’t he? Yang pumped him harder, fists coming together in the middle of his shaft before pulling apart, as if she was stretching his cock out. Her fingers squelched as they passed over his glans, the lip of his fat head catching on her hand before popping through messily – but not messily enough!

Those other guys would have popped long ago. Within the first minute! But five minutes later, maybe more – and he was still hard and ready, refusing to blow!

“Damn you,” she cursed, feeling the sting upon her pride. He was challenging her worth as a woman, and she wasn’t about to let him get away with it. Yang Xiao Long was a certified bombshell!

Jaune Arc wouldn’t get the better of her!

She needed to step it up.

“Fine,” she said roughly, letting go of his cock. It throbbed in protest, bouncing between them, searching for her hands. “I’ll admit you aren’t a two pump chump – but so what? I know what your weakness is.”

Her tits.

Isn’t that why he came to Honkers? Because he wanted to stare at her breasts in that tiny little shirt she wore for work. It’s why most guys came to their store. To check out the meat on display. But Yang Xiao Long was more than just meat!

“Yang, what are you—” he began to say but went silent as she grabbed the hem of her oversized shirt and pulled it over her head.

Yang flushed as her bra-clad tits were revealed to him, part in annoyance, part in embarrassment. He might have seen them before but she wasn’t used to this, and she never would! This was just the price she had to pay to make him look like a fool. She wasn’t showing him her tits because she wanted to!

She saw his eyes widen, and his cock flexed heavily. That boosted her ego quite a bit, and though she was pissed that she had to resort to these measures, she was going to follow through!

Reaching back, she unclipped her bra and it sprung open violently, her bountiful breasts bouncing free. Letting the garment slide down her arms, she discarded it and then placed her hands on her hips, glaring.

“This is what you need, right?” she barked, attempting to mask the quiver in her voice. “Well – here they are!”

Damn it, why were her nipples so hard?

They ached as they tightened further, Jaune’s eyes devouring them. Yang twitched, stopping herself from covering up. Let him look his fill! It was going to be the end of him.

“Typical guy,” she rolled her eyes. “Flash him your boobs and he becomes hypnotized.”

“Yang,” Jaune’s cock jerked again, a thick string of pre-ejaculate oozing from the tip, dangling. Yang stared at it. “What are you…?”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the way his pre-cum stretched from the end of his dick, dripping to the floor after dangling for several long seconds. Yang swallowed, her mind feeling a little fuzzy, her belly roiling with fire.

She clamped her thighs together as the burn in her loins became unbearable.

“You better hurry up and cum, asshole,” she grabbed his cock threateningly.

Yang started stroking him again, this time focusing on his glans entirely. Both hands cupped him and twisted, pumping up and down in short, quick bursts. Her breasts free, they jiggled from the movement, Jaune staring at them with darkening eyes.

She found a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of the head. Whenever her fingers stroked it, his cock hardened without fail, and so she began to target it. The way Jaune’s face would twist in pleasure, his built chest bunching as he tensed was exactly what she was going for.

“You like it here, huh?” she mocked. She gave it a harsh swipe, her breathing becoming ragged. “Look at that! Looks like I’ve found your weak spot.”

And yet still, he didn’t cum.

Her elation turned to anger the longer she jerked him off, and then anger turned to anxiousness. Biting her lip, she abandoned her current tactic and began stroking him from root to tip, palming his balls and squeezing them.

“Why haven’t you cum yet?” she asked, starting to feel self conscious.

Was she doing something wrong? Guys weren’t meant to last this long, right? They did in porn but they took breaks and shit, and were probably on enhancers or something. That wasn’t real sex, they faked it for aesthetics.

So what the fuck was this?

Was she actually bad at this?

Once she thought it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The first domino fell and the rest came tumbling down, her pride collapsing, her ego beaten and bruised. She started second guessing every action, her smooth movements growing awkward.

Her eyes stung.

“You bastard,” she hissed, tears gathering. “Fuck you! Why won’t you finish already!”

What else could she do?

“Yang,” Jaune panted. “Get down on your knees.”

Indignation burned deep in her soul, and yet she found herself lowering down onto her knees. Her stomach flipped, her pussy throbbing despite her mind in turmoil. She was giving in.

She knew what was coming next.

He was going to put it in her mouth and make her suck him off. Her heart jackhammered in her chest, her ears filled with the roar of her blood pumping through her veins. Once again, he was making her look like a damn fool and she did nothing to stop it.

Yang stared at his cock, close up for the first time and felt her tender insides quake. It was so long and thick, and manly. The root on the underside was thick and burly, the coiled veins stealing her breath. Her mouth fell open automatically, expecting him to shove it in, and though she wanted to resist – she wasn’t going to let him humiliate her any more! – she didn’t.

She was all talk.

But instead of thrusting it in her mouth, he slot it neatly between her breasts, burying his steel hard shaft within her cleavage. Yang blinked stupidly as he grabbed her tits roughly and squeezed them together, her nipples stinging as they stiffened even more.

“Shit,” he groaned, and then his hips began moving, snapping back and forward. Yang flinched as his cock hit the underside of her chin, rocking her head back. “Fuck, Yang, these feel so good.”

He was fucking her tits.

...He didn’t even want her mouth. All he cared about was her breasts.

Yang seethed with shame and humiliation, glaring through her tears as he used her plump tits to get off. He cleaved between her pliable flesh for one minute, two, his pre-cum keeping him well lubricated, his fingers sinking into her tits harder – until with a groan of ecstasy, he sped up.

“Here it comes,” he choked out, looking down at her – looking down on her. “Fuck Yang, I’m gonna cum.”

He’d done it again.

It was her utter defeat as his huge cock tensed, flexing, the first shot striking her on the underside of her jaw, hitting so hard that it lanced up her cheek as it splattered everywhere. He fired endlessly, Yang’s mind going blank as he doused her neck, chest and face with cum, blasting his fat load all over her until with a shuddering sigh, he pulled away, milking the last drops from his length with his fist.

He even got some of it in her hair, the bastard.

Her womb pulsed darkly, and Yang touched herself through her jeans – and that single touch was enough, her face crumpling as orgasm rocked through her pelvis, biting her lip hard enough to bleed as she attempted to stifle her cries of rapture.

She sagged as her hips bounced, rocking wildly as her insides convulsed around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.

It was pathetic.

She was pathetic.

Damn him!

Yang panted roughly into the tiled floor, his hot cum burning its warmth into her skin.

“Yang?” Jaune asked. “Are you okay?”

Her plan had completely failed.