Is it really right being a sugar baby?!
It was the smell of coffee that stirred the nose of the sleeping cinnamon roll. His eyes snapped open, immediately shutting them by the blinding sun. He could already tell that it was already past noon by its position. His good friend and client, Melissa Shield taught him the trajectory of the sun's positions throughout the day. It was a prelude in which the American teen wanted to conduct and practice with one of their sessions. Nevertheless, the teen paid well and was even considered as a VIP client to Ochako and Nemuri. Gratefully, no studies of the sun and Melissa with the sun god. With the teen back in California with her father, it was going to be a while before any future conquests. Out of the many women he had slept with, she was one of the kinkiest.
"Rise and shine, my sugary sweet!" Izuku raised the covers. Standing in front of him was his latest damsel from his late-night tip. The yellow feline-eyed damsel was sporting an apron and nothing else. Her luscious breasts could barely be contained in. Kiss the quirked was written in cursive. The yellow apron suited her well. While brushing her green hair with one hand, in the other was a cup of goodness. It was the key to his ignition to start the day. The key to his morning success. It was a hug in a mug.
A hot cup of Americano coffee.
"I was certain to add creamer and sugar to your liking, my sweet." The damsel swayed her hips to the direction of Izuku. He sat up, still covering his nakedness to the cup of hot coffee.
"Thanks, Tomoko!" Izuku graciously bowed while taking the coffee from his server. It was met with a peck on the lips between the two. Izuku could feel her breasts pressing to his body. The feline wanted more but knew it wouldn't much longer before the kid had to move on to other endeavors.
Especially when staying the night wasn't part of the package. In the end, Izuku was a lenient person and didn't mind offering leeway. Ochako didn't like that and honestly wanted this to be strictly business. However, it couldn't be helped with how generous and gratuitous he was. It was in his nature.
"Nyaa! Last night was purr-fect! Thanks for fitting me in at the last minute, sweetness!" The green-haired Wild, Wild Pussycat was standing by his side. Izuku ingested the great tasting part of waking up. "I also put the paper on the nightstand beside you while you were tuckered so gently. God, I wanted to take a picture of how adorkable and cute you were."
Izuku didn't answer. He gave her a gentle smile. He continued drinking his coffee before grabbing the paper. Seeing the time overspent, he was going to give it another hour before taking his leave.
"I've made apple turnovers and eggs for breakfast. Let me know I can get you more coffee," said the green-haired pussycat.
Izuku gave the okay sign. "Thanks, Ragdoll!"
She raised her eyebrow. "Remember what I've said earlier?"
Izuku gave himself a cutesy expression. "Thanks, onee-chan!"
She let out a yelping noise. She pulled him in for another kiss. This time, she added some tongue with his morning coffee. He tried his best not to have an erection. Didn't need another tail to aid in another conquest. They parted from their kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between each other. "That was deliciously yummy," cried Tomoko.
The sound of the oven interrupted any further action from Tomoko.
"The turnovers!" She pointed to the bathroom. "Shower is free and your clothes on the dresser. You will find your payment there. Also, let me know when you can pencil me in for another encounter. Nyaa!"
"Right there, my dear is to contact Nemuri. She handles that and Ochako arranges it," said Izuku while finishing his coffee. "But I had such a purr-fect time!" He balled his fist, nudging like a kitten. "Nyaa!"
Seeing the purr from his audible lips made a trickle of blood come from Tomoko's nose. She excused herself and rushed out of the room. Not before Izuku witnessing her supple round ass.
He lowered himself to her silky, plushy bed. He made a mental note to have a bed like this for his own room. Properly postured and sturdy for sex. Of course, that bed would only be used for Ochako and Nemuri exclusively.
After topping off his coffee, he placed it on the nightstand. He, then, reached for his cellphone. Of course, there were missed calls. Auntie Mitsuki wanted another Mommy's Day Out. Saiko wanted a private tet-o-tet at her quarters. Surprisingly, Aizawa-sensei's girlfriend, Emi (Ms. Joke) wanted a night on the town with him. She said she was highly recommended by Rei Todoroki, Shouto's mother.
He saw that Ochako left him a text message.
Hey, baby! After playing with your kitten, give me a text. You have an assignment!
XOXO,
Ochako!
Another day ahead for this emerald teen. After taking a shower and grabbing breakfast, he was back with another girl.
For somewhere in this prefecture, in this town, was a deprived housewife or a hormonally challenged teenager wanting his loving.
"Izuku, honey! Ready for breakfast?" Tomoko appeared with his breakfast. However, not on a plate. The apple turnovers when in between her supple, round breasts. The green-haired damsel was in an alluring glare, making sure she was getting all of her money's worth. "I said that there were eggs on the side. But I not really specify what kind of eggs. Care to help me with making some?"
And there his judgment faded away and a tent was pitched in the covers. That hour might need an extension, the emerald-haired teen thought.
Two hours (including a quickie from Tomoko) later….
Izuku belched his breakfast. He tried keeping his composure but couldn't help how adamantly Tomoko was with serving him. It was adorable and he was certain to use that idea with Ochako in his spare time together.
He was on the train alone as he headed to his destination. Ochako already sent the text on which girl he has for the night. As he observed his environment in case of nosy onlookers, he covered his phone to read his beloved's text. Tonight should be a breeze. This client doesn't want non-penetrative sex. However, she does want to engage in a kinky play with you and wants to be treated with lots and lots of care. She doesn't want to give away the details. Just be sure to be smooth around the edges with her. Love you lots! Ochako!
She added an additional text as a reminder. There will be a cab waiting for you upon your arrival. It will have three black markings on its front passenger door. The cab will take you to the client. Love, Ochako!
Ochako has been getting crafty with her messages. As they have been sharing talks after sex, she wanted her boyfriend to be cautious. Despite the permission they are getting from girls and certain staff at the school, they needed to be careful. Not everyone was going to approve of this. Especially when it is coming from a teenager.
So, instead of revealing their names, she decided to give subtle hints or plain initials. For this client, she gave him the initials.
N.S.
She was referred to him by his teacher, Kayama-sensei. He admired his teacher, but she could never keep her mouth shut. He was grateful that she had kept it to people who were interested in this kind of affair. In return for the occasional free outcall nights, she would continue to refer women into his care. In a sense, Kayama-sensei served as the middlewoman and secretary of this makeshift organization and Ochako served as the organizer and CEO.
He was somewhat in denial of the true terminology of prostitute and pimp.
He heard the name of his stop being called. He exited the messaging app from his cell phone. He reached into his YouTube Red in search of songs. He tuned it to Juice Wrld as he exited off of the train.
Izuku got inside of the taxicab with the widely noticeable three slashings on the passenger side door. The inside of the cab was more of a confessional booth in a Catholic church. The inside was dark and so were the windows of the vehicle. The would-be glass at the front of the cab was substituted with wood grain with egg-crate foam. The foam was spray-painted in black, supporting the background of the cab. He concluded that it had to be a private taxi line. Having these kinds of things in the cab must have violated many of the local town's statures and gave him an eerie feeling. Was he even sure he was going to meet the client, he thought. Was this a setup to lure boys like him to another town without getting caught in doing nefarious deeds? He shook those thoughts out of his mind. Regardless, he had to admit; he easily accepted the client's invitation without any time of rationalization. Yet again, if it came through Ochako and Kayama-sensei, then there shouldn't be any concern.
Especially if this client was going all out for him.
Izuku noticed that the cab driver wasn't moving. He looked at the cab driver. "Excuse me, sir. Why aren't we moving?"
Suddenly, the door to the other side had opened. "Excuse me, is this cab taken?" Izuku heard a gentle, yet heavy voice beside him. He saw that it was a woman. She appeared to be a woman in his eyes. She could have been in her late thirties, early forties, but judging by the two-piece business suit with a white blouse and black stockings, she could have been a salarywoman. The woman was peculiar tall. Maybe standing at five foot ten inches, but depend as she was wearing high heel shoes. She had a slender figure. Her clothing complimented her curvy body. She was wearing glasses that stopped at her pointy nose. She had skin that reminded Izuku of milk. Her cheeks were rosy as if she was blushing or it was a natural look of hers. Her eyes were almond-shaped and had a strong tint of gray. Her black hair was longer as it descended to her back. She looked like she demanded respect with compassion. Her legs complimented her. They were shaped well as if she did cardio on a regular basis. As for her bust, it was not the largest, but it looked well. Trying to not sound or think pervertedly, Izuku thought, it reminded him of ripe cantaloupe. She pursed her lips as he snapped out of his observation.
"It's fine, I guess," said Izuku as he scooted over to accommodate the guest. She gave him thanks and made her way beside him. As she sat beside him, her height confirmed as he felt he was beyond a giant. She put her briefcase next to her seat. She then pulled out her compact from her purse to check her appearance. She gave herself a check before putting it away. She glanced at him, giving him a smile. She then reached for her cell phone.
The taxi drove into motion. Izuku reached into his cell phone so that he could get reread the text in order to get a description of the client. He was in so much of a hurry that he didn't get a chance to read all of Ochako's text.
Suddenly, Izuku felt the woman gently placed her hand between his legs. Gently, she rubbed and caressed his penis. The feeling of her hands and the friction of his slacks was slowly waking up his penis. Before Izuku could respond, she placed her finger against his lips. "Shh! Relax! Just look forward. I know who you are, Izuku. Put your phone and follow the directions that I have for you." She blew into his ear. "My name is Nana Shimura. I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Nemuri and Ochako," she whispered. "The cab driver works for me. He knows the protocol and frets none whatsoever."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Izuku. "My job is to satisfy you under the time allotted, Shimura-san."
"Lovely," she informed Izuku as she rubbed her lips with one hand and rubbed his dick with the other. "You have such lovely lips, Izuku. Has anyone told you that? Or does your girlfriend tell you that?" Before he could respond, she gripped his phallus. "Don't answer! The thought of playing with another's man turns me out." She kissed his cheek, followed by sliding her tongue into his ear. Izuku moaned quietly as she used her tongue to dig inside of his ear. She then pulled his earlobe with her teeth. "Such a sexy young boy," she purred. "I love it when they are so young and novice."
Izuku wasn't allowed to respond. This was part of her request for Ochako. Nana was seeking a young, nubile teen to have an affair behind his girlfriend's back. Izuku didn't fret or deny the request. He played his role. Whatever it took to make her happy.
In an attempt to move away from her, he moved as if he was trying to adjust. Angered by his action, she pinched the phallus. He gritted his teeth as the pain bolted throughout his body. His eyes watered and his face spasm. "You must not move, Izuku. Or else, I can call your girlfriend and she can join in on this action."
"No," he said nervously.
"Will you submit?" She continued to squeeze tightly, hoping that a wet spot would appear.
He finally submitted to Nana's bidding. "Glad you can see my way. Think of it as assisting you for your girlfriend, you nubile novice boy you."
Slowly, she shifted her hand up and down his valley until she felt the arousal of his dick. Smiling, she began gripping it faster. She made a quiet whisper only the two would understand. "How does it feel to do this before your girlfriend's back?" She was quite tickled. She spoke in such a hoarse whisper. "Knowing that I can make a call." She kissed him again. "Why won't you speak? Shall I call your mother instead." She displayed her phone and there, it showed Inko's contact.
"How did you get that," he questioned before she enveloped his lips. Suddenly, he felt something tingling within his body. "Just a little party favor to make you relax," she told him. "Don't worry about anything else. If you know what's good for you. What you need to do is to get hard, get wet, and enjoy my show, my little cinnamon roll."
As must he tried to resist, his body was the victor. His tenseness relaxed as he had allowed Nana permission to continue. She even pulled out her cell phone and texted as she played with his dick. She would either go fast or slow; using her two fingers, or her whole hand.
When she saw Izuku's pre-cum swelling in his pants, she intensified her grip. He tried to keep his composure through his ordeal, but to no avail. Although he didn't expect the drugs or the idle threat of his mother (that wasn't in the job description), he tried to convince himself that it was horrible. However, the pleasure was outdoing his judgment. Whatever had Izuku thought, it must have transferred to Nana's mind because she was going faster.
He groaned from his throat. His breath was shortening. Knowing that the climax was approaching, he tried to take his mind away from it. It was until Nana whispered in his ear. "Come for me, my little Cinnabon. Let me hear your cries. Come for your mistress!"
He slightly cried out as he erupts his load inside his slacks. Each time he spurted, she gently rubbed his dick. Once it subsided, so did the pleasure. Caught up in the afterglow, he leaned on Nana's shoulder.
"Well done, my dear. I am proud of you," she whispered.
"Thank you, mistress," he responded in a whisper.
She pulled out her cell phone and displayed Inko's contact once again. She giggled at Izuku. "Ochako's right! You don't read that often." Izuku saw that the contact number was a couple of digits off. "Don't give me that face, baby! Being gullible was what I wanted." She sniffed the squid-like smell on her fingers. "However, the night isn't over yet. As I mentioned, I want to be smooth around the edges." She tapped at the cab driver. "We can go to my residence now, please."
"Right away," replied the cab driver.
"Oh, by the way. That wasn't a drug. Just good old melatonin."
Later….
It was a typical western-style home in a suburban neighborhood. The features of the home looked similar to the homes around it. It had a single driveway with a carport. It had a small garden. It was two-story. It had a cobblestone passageway that led to the entrance.
The cab driver parked in the driveway.
Nana opened the door for Izuku and swayed her hand to follow her inside. She walked to the entranceway of the home. Instead of the usual buzzing the intercom, she knocked a few times on the brick wall. After a couple of moments, she heard a hollow spot and pulled the false plaster from the wall. Inside of the false hole contained a key. She used the key to open the door into the home.
"This is one of my few residences, my darling," she said. "You are thousands of miles away from seeing my real home."
She held the door for him to enter. At the entryway, he pulled off his shoes. Obviously, there were not any available slippers or indoor footwear to use, so he had to walk with his socks.
Nana closed the door and told Izuku to follow her. She led him to the living room of the residence. It was dark and he was unable to see. She found a light switch. When the light turned on, the living room was very standard. It had two low-ended couches and a kotatsu. He was instructed to sit at the kotatsu.
He sat at the kotatsu. Although tensed, he kept calm because he knew that he was no position to call any shots.
"Have a seat," she told Izuku. "I will be right back."
He did as he was told. For a few minutes, she went into another room. When she returned, she had a tray that contained a pot and three small glasses. She gently placed it on the kotatsu before having a seat across from him. Izuku watched in silence as the woman carefully poured tea into each of the glasses. Nana placed the cup neatly in front of Izuku. From its scent, he knew that it was green tea. He nodded in thanks as he took the cup and drank it. It was very tasty, he thought. She herself took the cup, in both hands, and drank from it.
He then noticed the third empty glass. "What reason is the third glass for," asked Izuku.
"For this," replied Nana. In her possession, she had a razor blade. She, then, reached under the low-ended couches and pulled out a small bag. Inside were shaving cream and a towel. "The main event is now." She smiled at the surprised Izuku. "What I gave was a precursor of sorts." She took a sip of her tea. "Finish your tea so we can get you shaved. Plus, I bet you feel weird with your jelly on you. So cute!"
A few minutes later….
Izuku was out of his clothes. Nana purposely left him in his boxers. Using her teeth, she slowly pulled off his boxers. The scent of chestnuts and fresh squid loomed the room. She hoped that she would be able to keep the soiled boxers as a parting gift.
She instructed Izuku to spread his legs as she applied the shaving cream around his cock. She admired the size and the girth of his cock, envying the very woman who owned his cock. Izuku felt the lukewarm texture of the shaving cream meshed with his semen. Using the tea kettle to rinse off the residue, she proceeded to shave.
It was a tingling sensation. Izuku tilted his head, basking at the moment as the sound of the razor was making contact with his skin. He looked at it as therapeutic. Nana was careful to not nick him. When she was finished with one area, she applied a wet towel. He flinched when making the contact.
"You are such a natural at this," he said. "It is like ASMR or something."
She rubbed his hair. "Glad you are enjoying it." She lifted his butt so she can shave the rest of it. Whenever hair was on the razor, she would dip it into the teapot.
After a few more shaves, she was finally finished. She pulled out some lotion to apply to the bare areas. She let out a smile. "Smooth as a baby's bottom," she told Izuku.
About an hour later….
Izuku had to go commando for the evening as he decided to let Nana have his boxers as a parting gift. He sat on the couch as Nana sipped her specialty made tea with the third glass.
"Thanks for the wonderful time, Izuku," she said calmly as she issued out her payment. Izuku bowed to her as he accepted her payment. "I hope that I wasn't too harsh on you." She winked.
"You're fine," replied Izuku. "Your fetishes are not the worst. Please believe."
She took another sip of her tea. "I did want to have sex. However, I am on my cycle and I knew you were quite busy this week." Izuku came and kissed her on the lips. It calmed her down a touch. "It's okay. Whenever you can, we can do it. I am glad to give you a service."
"Can I allow my cab driver to take you back to the train station," asked Nana.
"That will be fine. Thanks," replied Izuku.
"Listen, I have a friend that might be interested in your service," said Nana.
"Send her information to Kayama-sensei. Then, Ochako will check it out," replied Izuku.
"Well, I am afraid that it might be tough," she said concerningly. "She actually comes from the League of Villians."
Izuku put his finger to his lips. "Let's see how we do next time we meet. Then I think about it," replied Izuku before giving her another kiss.
Nana escorted Izuku to the taxi cab. She tipped him again before giving him another kiss. "Until next time, cum again."
He bowed quietly as the taxi cab backed out of the driveway and returned him to the train station.
A couple of hours later….
Izuku was lounging in the booth at the karaoke bar with Katsuki and the fellow members of clas 1-A and 1-B. He was keeping quiet, enjoying the company of his classmates as they were singing, laughing, and drinking their 'sodas'.
It was at the last minute when Katsuki texted him that he and the gang were at the drink bar. Since the train station was walking distance, he didn't mind spending a few minutes catching up with them.
Convolk's "Black Heart" was playing and the classmates were going crazy at the song. Izuku enjoyed the moments like these. Moments that despite being a playboy he was still sixteen.
Izuku was drinking his soda when Katsuki approached him. "Hey, baka!" The blonde belched in his face. "Surprised that you made time to spend with us."
Izuku shrugged his shoulders. "You know I've been busy!"
"Not enough time to spend with your friends. Shoot, I've barely spent time with my mother. At least make an effort, baka," shouted Katsuki.
If you only knew I am partially responsible for your mother's time.
"Yeah, yeah," retorted Izuku. "I'm here and that's what matters, right?"
"Like I invited you," retorted Katsuki while wiping his nose. He pointed to Ojiro. That was the gentleman that invited you." Ojiro raised his glass and in return, Izuku did the same. "Like I invite a bottom feeder like you and…" Katsuki fell over to the floor. It was obvious that he was drunk. Shaking his head about his poor childhood friend, he got up and stepped over him. He needed a restroom break and then call an Uber to take Katsuki home.
He stepped out of the booth and headed toward the restroom. He texted Ochako of his whereabouts, telling her after leaving the drink bar, he was going to head home. He texted his love and turned off his phone.
He stepped into the bathroom. He found a free stall as he proceeded to relieve himself.
A few moments later, he heard the door opening. At first, he didn't pay it no mind. Realizing he still had a full bladder, he continued to pee. Upon shifting his eyes, he saw that the person who entered wouldn't fit the description of entering the restroom. Especially if that was a female.
It was his green-vined classmate and the Ave Maria of UA High, Ibara Shiozaki.
"Yo! Ave Maria! I think you have made a wrong turn at Albuquerque." It was a bit flat but nonetheless humorous since he always wanted to say it. He finished peeing and zipped his pants.
Ibara stood there motionless. Her eyes glaring at Izuku.
"Are you the one that is committing the sins to my fellow sisters," asked Ibara. "Are you?"
He knew in the business there would be leaks. It shouldn't be any surprise to women like Ibara lurking after him. Even earlier in the booth, the teen wouldn't let her eyes off his sight.
"Answer my question, you heathen! Are you?! Are you?!"
Izuku, honestly, wasn't in the mood for heretics. It was near midnight and he was planning to call it a night. Like a mirage or wallpaper, the teen passed Ibara as he went to wash his hands. He didn't like being rude but wasn't in the mood for any preaching.
Also, if there was a consolation, he did invest 10% of his profits into a church. He wasn't sure if it would put him in God's Book of Life but at least he invested into the community.
"Just like that," she barked. "Overlook me like you do my sisters and these whores?"
He decided to throw the zealot a bone. "What do you want from me, Shiozaki?"
"A penance! Something to show redemption while it isn't too late."
"I don't know about that but how about a movie with a coke and a smile?" As he attempted to leave, she blocked the exit. Even locking the doors.
"You're not going anywhere. I said you need a penance! Something to show God you deserve grace and mercy. As I speak for my sisters, I will cleanse their sins and become the martyr on their behalf." Izuku watched as the woman of God removed all of her clothing. She covered herself, only keeping her panties on.
"You must pay the toll for your sins for our fellow sisters," said Ibara seriously. "And I will be the sacrifice for the army of God. You must repent! Repent!" She pulled out a condom. "Since I am protecting myself for my husband, you can use my other area to relieve the sin."
For somewhere in this prefecture, in this town, was a deprived housewife or a hormonally challenged teenager (or Jesus freak) wanting his loving.
"And it never stops," said Izuku while mumbling under his breath. "Alright, Shiozaki. Do what thou wilt!" He made a sign of the cross. "I am in your care, oh holy one!"
Is it really right being a sugar baby? You be the judge!
To be continued….