Unexpected Sugar Daddy Pt. 06

"So how was Hawaii?" Jennifer asked as I came back into the Kappa house after taking out the trash. Even though we were initiated before fall break, all the freshmen new recruits were required to clean up the Kappa house on Sundays.

"Good!" I said, knowing full well where the conversation would lead. I had asked a few of the Kappas for advice on how to show my gratitude for my sugar daddy taking me to Hawaii.

"Yes you're glowing from the Hawaiian sun," Jennifer said as a few of the other girls started to lean in throughout the house. My recent tan was showing... I had chosen my cutoff jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt that exposed a few inches of midriff, and some black sandals for the day. "How is your tailbone?"

Becky and Clara, who were most up-to-date on my extracurricular activities (seducing my sugar daddy into fucking my ass for the first time), began beaming at the opportunity to spill their secrets out onto the floor.

"My tailbone?" I asked while reaching for a broom.

"Yes, your tailbone," Jennifer said, "I heard maybe you hurt your tailbone?" I began sweeping and looked defiantly up at Jennifer, pursing my lips a bit and trying to muster my most convincing reply.

"Nope!" I said, "My tailbone is fine. Never been better. You must have heard wrong."

Jennifer peered over at Becky and Clara who were practically ready to explode as they wiped down a kitchen counter. "I must have heard incorrectly!"

"What did you hear, Jenn?!" some slutty sophomore girl said from her seat at the kitchen island.

"I just heard that our little Josey..." Jennifer started as she pretended to squeeze my sides, "... had a fun little trip was all. So full of adventure that she thought she might rip a... rip a... oh shoot what is the phrase? Rip a new..."

"Asshole," I said. "The phrase is rip a new asshole."

"That's right!" Jennifer said sarcastically. "Did you feel that way? Did you feel like that trip made you so full that you might just - oh my god - burst under all that pressure?"

I started to sweep, turning away from Jennifer to blush slightly and shake my head. "Uh uh, nope!" I said, "I didn't feel that way at all."

"Oh my god I know," Jennifer said, "Last time I was 'in Hawaii' was at the Sigma's Polynesia Party. I had a little. too. much. to. drink. And my boyfriend took me to Hawaii... if you know what I mean!"

Jennifer jabbed the sophomore at the kitchen island with her elbow to emphasize a double entendre had taken place.

"What was I going to say," Jennifer asked with her arms spread open as if an invitation to judge her, "It was his birthday!" Some of the other girls giggled.

Clara stopped her counter scrubbing a moment to chime in. "I first went to Hawaii with this dad I babysat for. The mom was such a perra. I didn't blame him. I wasn't on birth control yet... you know? I ended up asking him to."

"I went to Hawaii last semester," the sophomore said, "How else do you think I passed fucking multi-variable calculus? Professor Wentworth had such a nice cock though."

By that point most of the house was listening in.

"I went to Hawaii on Friday night," Becky said pretending to stretch out her hips. "I love going to Hawaii. I just wish Joshua wasn't quite so big in the canoe department."

"Jesus, Becky, you can't say 'canoe' about Hawaii," Jennifer chided.

"Gotta big pineapple," Becky retorted, "His humu-humu in my nuku-nuku made me go 'āpuaʻa!'"At that I finally broke and burst into laughter. Becky, seeing this, carried on. "The poké in my ahhh-loha made me -"

But what it made Becky do we would never know, for Jennifer - also laughing - silenced Becky with her forefinger.

"Alright, back to work!" Jennifer called. She then rounded on me. "And you! ... keep up the good work. Maybe he'll take you to Bora Bora."

* * *

That afternoon we were released from our light hazing of house chores and I was kind of horny from all the other girls learning of my travails in Hawaii. I got into my Jeep and texted him that I was going to stop by for a minute.

What seemed like an eternity later, I pulled up and had practically soaked through my daisy dukes. Since "Daddy" had not permitted me underwear on our trip I had grown out of the habit of putting it on. I relished that he bossed me around a little. Like he denied me underwear and I was to comply! It was nice to just surrender and have a grown man tell me what he wants.

I was starting to understand submissives very well.

When I got out of my jeep and stepped into his driveway I tied my hair into a messy topknot and strode over to find him trimming a tree branch.

"Hi, baby," he said as I stepped right up to him and kissed him up on my toes. I ran my hands across his chest and up to his neck and started pulling on his white t-shirt to guide him backward into his garage.

Once we were inside I leapt up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I always felt so small on his broad frame, it made me instinctively want him. I kept our kisses passionate and consistent as we explored each other.

"I want you," I said, simply enough. He ran his hands over my legs, up my waist, and around my back.

"Show me," he said, after breaking our kiss. I unraveled my legs and gracefully dropped to my knees. "But I should warn you... I'm a little sweaty from working outside today." I bit my lip. God he was so sexy.

I unzipped his jeans and easily found his growing member inside. Once it was out I sank my lips onto him and ran my tongue over his shaft to take in the musky aroma on his excited flesh.

I rested my hands on the front of his legs and did my best to press his dick past my tonsils and into my throat. He was already so hard I could not quite manage him. Luckily, as he had a habit of doing, my gentleman patron found my topknot and pressed my head down until I had completely engulfed his cock. He held me there for a few moments before letting me up.

I gasped for air only to have him pull me back down his shaft again before finally letting me up to breath. I panted and looked up at him greedily. He read my mind and pulled me up to my feet; without his hands leaving my body he skimmed the surface of my torso, down to my shorts, and pulled them down to the floor in one swoop.

At last he knew my secret: I was going commando. I pivoted flirtatiously on one foot and bent my knee in to emphasize the v-shape of my waxed pussy.

I was rewarded with him scooping me up into his arms, using one hand to maneuver his cock into my wet hole. Then he fucked me like a rag doll in midair. I gasped at how forcefully he took me, but if your sugar baby shows up, unasked, looking to seduce you... you're going to blow her back out. That was exactly what I hoped he would do to me.

After ten minutes of being slammed down on his member I tried to take command of the movements and squeezed myself against him. Using the leverage of his body I gyrated my hips until I finally hit the peak I was looking for and came hard on his shaft. He let me have my moment but eagerly laid my on his garage workbench on my left side. He stood behind me and squatted down a few inches to fuck me from behind, on my side.

That was when the war on my vagina truly began. My sugar daddy absolutely ravaged me into the workbench. Screwdrivers, WD-40, a box of trash bags, and a flashlight were all found on the floor afterward, having been knocked off their shelves from the seismic event of my kitty being ravished. The sounds I made seemed to come from deep inside my chest, but he only grunted here and there. I knew he was focused on making his cock feel good and I genuinely loved being used by a man who spoiled me.

After a few delightful minutes he yanked my hair back and released the entire contents of his meaty, older balls into my willing, eager womb. The thought of it made me cum just a few seconds after I started to feel him pulse inside me.

"Goddddd, yes!" I exclaimed before slapping the workbench with my right hand. He milked his shaft with my swollen lips before finally pulling out and slapping my right butt cheek.

Without another word I stood up from the workbench. Found and pulled on my cutoff shorts. Kissed his cheek... and left him there. It was clear to me I was getting a fantastic deal out of our arrangement.