A/N: Welcome to this collection of smutty one-shots set in the SugarBaby!Flora universe! My story Santa Baby set up the lore for this human crack AU, which goes a little something like this: After Helia leaves Flora high and dry for the boys on Christmas, she sleeps with his Uncle Saladin and they both agree to form a mutually beneficial sugar baby arrangement. These one shots are pure erotica involving Flora and Saladin fulfilling that arrangement in many fun, creative ways. I hope y'all enjoy! XOXOX

Along For the Ride

Midterms were grueling.

The office door slammed shut, and Saladin twisted the key to lock it behind him. Briefcase in hand, he left the long afternoon behind him. The walk to the parking lot was a whole five minutes, but in that five minutes anything could happen. Sometimes students waited in the bushes to ambush him. Sometimes the professors did too.

Saladin was getting too old for this shit. Even though he was a Dean and no longer in the classroom, it was still a stressful time between juggling his professors' deadlines and hearing students' numerous complaints about why said professors should have given them A's. The culture of students had totally shifted since he first joined the staff. Students were more entitled. Professors were lazier. Management was falling apart. If it wasn't for his passion for education (and the massive Christmas bonus for wearing that ridiculous Santa suit for the fifth year in a row), he would have left.

There simply wasn't much left in education worth the hassle.

A horn honked in the distance - his horn. Saladin's eyes were old, but he wasn't seeing things. Behind the passenger seat of his SUV was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Nothing much worth the hassle at all...except her.

Saladin put some pep into his step, crossing the cross-walk a little faster than he usually would. His legs were short, but he made the five minute walk to his car in four. It was worth it to open the door and see Flora waiting for him. More than likely she had spotted his car in the lot and used her copy to pop in after her three-thirty class got out.

She smiled widely when their eyes met, her whole face lighting up with genuine happiness. She wore a pink blouse and a matching skirt, her skin tanner than usual that suggested she had been out in the sun earlier. Perhaps gardening, as she was so fond to do. She had singlehandedly turned his backyard into a paradise full of flowers, trees, and patches of veggies and fruits.

Just a single glimpse of her made all his woes fade away.

"How was your day?" she asked as Saladin put the car into drive and she uncrossed her legs.

Saladin hummed noncommittally and put the AC on blast. It was hot out today, and he didn't know how long Flora had been waiting. Not long, seeing as though she wasn't sweating, but he didn't want her to overheat. Just as he didn't want to bore her with the mundane details of clerical work and board meetings.

Flora spread her legs a little wider, skirt riding up to where her hips met the juncture of her thigh, so tantalizingly close to showing off what lied in between. Once she had his full attention, Flora did a little shimmy in her seat, the pleats of the skirt shifting. Flora grabbed the hem and hiked the skirt all the way up, flashing Saladin with a view of her perfectly-shaved pussy, not a scrap of underwear in sight.

Now, she had his full attention.

"Is this for me?" Saladin asked, a bit breathless. Thank God he took his medication or the spike in blood pressure would kill him.

Flora nodded, her green eyes heavy and innocent, a contradiction to the seductive scene she was putting on. His pretty little minx, so naughty for him...

Saladin couldn't resist. He reached across the seat and touched that perfect pussy, fingers spreading her silky folds. Her legs fell open at his touch, exposing the insides of her trembling thighs, the petal soft bloom of her pussy.

"Look at you, so wet for me already," he praised, stroking his fingers back and forth until Flora's hips started to hitch, following his movements with little gasps. "So needy."

The light turned green. He turned right then merged onto the highway. Only three exits until his street, then two more turns, a driveway, and then -

"Need you, Daddy," Flora whined, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand further up so those fingers could stroke her clit. She moaned when he pressed down, moving his wrist in slow, luxurious circles. He was a man enraptured, captivated by the way Flora's face and chest flushed as red as her pussy. She had such a beautiful, puffy pussy. Saladin couldn't wait to put his face in it and soak up all her sweet, sweet juices.

Saladin replaced his forefingers with his thumb, the thicker digit able to cover more of Flora's sensitive little bud. She gasped as he pinched her clit, the sting followed by the sweet sensation of pleasure as the circles sped up, and dipped two fingers into her tight heat.

"Missed your sweet little pussy," he said, even though he had his fill of it the night before, and the night before that. He was ravenous for Flora's body, couldn't get enough of her bouncing tits or her fountain of a cunt. Press her buttons right and she would shower him with love. His nephew was such a fool for letting this walking goddess slip through his grasp.

The exit came up quicker than expected, and he took the turn. Hard. He must have clamped down on Flora's cunt, bracing himself, because she screamed in pleasure. Her stomach heaved against arm, her hips jumping, and his hand was even wetter than before.

The rest of the drive blurred after that.

In the driveway, Saladin put the car in park and locked the doors. He reached over to the passenger's side and hit the button that reclined the seat, lowering Flora until she was lying down. Then, with the energy of a man half his age, Saladin removed his seatbelt and heaved his body over the center console, careful not to crush Flora as he got on top of her. His knees dug into the edges of his extra-wide leather seats (the perks of luxury engineering) but he was able to keep his balance with both hands planted on either side of Flora's head. She was a vision, a goddess beneath him: hair splayed out around her head like a halo, green eyes blown wide with desire, her nipples peaking through the thin material of her crop top.

If he were to die right now, Saladin would die a happy man.

Thankfully, he remained alive long enough to experience Flora's hands grasping at his belt, unbuckling the damned thing and throwing it into the backseat. Eager hands unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his briefs until they fell to his ankles, freeing his hardened cock. He didn't bother to take his shirt off, didn't waste any more time before sinking balls deep inside his baby girl.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Flora yelped, her legs straight out in the air, feet against the windshield as Saladin fucked her at a brutal pace.

He wasn't going to last long. Not with Flora clinging onto him for dear life, whispering dirty, filthy things in his ear about how much she craved him, how she needed him, how she wanted him to fuck her so good she would feel it for days. His thighs burned from exertion, from fucking her so hard the car shook and the windows fogged. Maybe he should have pulled the car into the garage. Anyone could walk by them and hear...could see...

"Fuck - "

Another stroke and he was coming inside her, fucking Flora through it as she followed close behind.

Thighs shook around his thick waist. Saladin placed kisses to Flora's knees as he pulled out, soothing her twitching muscles. Flora kept her legs open as she sat back up, cum puddling out of her cunt onto the leather seat. She used two fingers to scoop it up then stuck those fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.

"Get out," Saladin said as he caught his breath. "Go inside and make yourself presentable."

Flora stared, confused as Saladin pulled his pants back up and tucked his flagging cock back inside.

"Are we expecting company?" she asked.

"The purple set should do nicely," Saladin continued, turning the car off and unlocking the door. There were napkins in the center console; he would clean up the mess once Flora was inside. "I want you all to myself the rest of the night."

When he looked up, Saladin was pleased to find that Flora had caught on. She winked at him and slid out of the passenger's seat, blowing a kiss through the window as she skipped up the front steps to his townhouse. The next time Saladin saw that tight little ass, it would be clad in lavender lace.

A spark of interest made his cock twitch. It would be hours upon hours until he had the stamina to get it up again, even with his little blue pills. But that was fine. There were plenty of other ways to bring his favorite girl pleasure.