You woke up with the weight of the previous day on your shoulders, your body still wrapped in sweaty sheets that smelled of sex and loneliness. Yesterday spent with Choso had driven you crazy, and the next day you were still paying the price. You'd received a cool $6,600 just for taking him for a walk. Not bad! Your phone, sitting on the nightstand, vibrated again, and the screen lit up with a series of notifications that only served to remind you how your life had become a jumble of needs and desires. You stretched, your fingers brushing the worn wood of the piece of furniture, before grasping it and unlocking it with a mechanical gesture.
The mysweetdaddy.com screen opened immediately, as if the app itself already knew it would be your first stop of the day. The messages had been arriving since early in the morning. Nanami Kento, with his usual mature business elegance, had written to you: "I have an important dinner tonight, but afterward... I'd like to see you. I'll pay you double if you make me forget about stress." The message was accompanied by a blurry photo of a hand clutching a glass of whiskey, the fingers long and manicured, the golden light reflecting off the amber liquid. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you knew well that it wasn't excitement, it was the cold calculation of someone who knows that...that hand, in a few hours, could also be squeezing your neck while he shoves his cock down your throat.
Then there was Satoru, the youngest of your Sugars, but no less demanding.
"Hey, I dreamed about you last night. You rode me until I came three times. Now I want it to come true. $5,000 if you come to me before five."
Attached was a photo of his sculpted abdomen, the fly of his jeans undone, the outline of his erection evident beneath the dark fabric. You bit your lip, feeling a strange heat between your thighs. It was easy to imagine yourself straddling him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you lowered yourself onto that thick cock, feeling it rub against your most sensitive spot until you came screaming.
But it was Choso's message that made your heart race.
"Y/n, I wired you $8,000. Just for having you yesterday. I want to do it again. Tonight. Take me for a walk again. And then…do whatever you want to me."
Attached is a screenshot of the transaction, with the amount in bold that would have allowed you to pay your back rent and that would have allowed you to eat something other than instant noodles. But there was something about that message that made you feel uneasy. It wasn't just the desire to have you again, in Choso's tone. It seemed like something deeper, almost desperate. As if you weren't just a girl to be paid, but something he was starting to truly want. And that scared you more than anything else.
You were about to reply, your fingers trembling slightly over the keyboard, when a new message appeared at the top of the list. Toji.
It certainly wasn't a name you'd expect. Not after weeks of silence. Toji's profile on the website had always been a mystery: no photos of his face (obviously), just that sculpted torso, the golden skin that seemed to glow even through the screen, the abs as defined as if carved from marble. His broad shoulders, his powerful arms, the veins running down his forearms like rivers in flood. You'd fantasized about him many times, imagining his hard features, his square jaw, his full lips closing around your nipple as he bit you hard enough to hurt. But he hadn't responded to your last few messages. It was as if he'd simply been watching you from afar, a predator studying his prey before deciding whether it's worth striking.
And now, finally, there was a message. Short. Direct. "Let's meet. Now."
No greetings, no preambles. Just... orders.
You felt your breath catch in your throat. Your fingers tingled, your heart pounded against your ribs as if you wanted to escape. There was something about that message that made you feel both excited and terrified. As if you'd just received an invitation, not to a date, but to something darker. Something irrevocable.
You answered without thinking. "Where?"
The answer came almost instantly. "You know the abandoned parking lot behind the port? In twenty minutes. Don't be late."
There was no time or room for questions. Not even for hesitation. You got up from the bed, your body already reacting to the idea of him, your pussy throbbing between your thighs, already feeling moist and warm. You slipped on a pair of tight black jeans, which molded your ass like a second skin, and a tight T-shirt that revealed the black lace bra underneath. You didn't put on makeup. You didn't comb your hair. There was no time! And then, something inside you told Toji wouldn't have cared. In fact, maybe he would have preferred you like this: raw, real, sweaty with desire.
You put on a worn T-shirt, the one that made you look like a bad girl even when you just felt like a desperate slut, and left the apartment without even locking the door. The stairs smelled of damp and cat piss, but you couldn't smell anything. You only had twenty minutes. And you didn't intend to keep him waiting.
***
The parking lot behind the port was a place you knew all too well. It was where the girls went when they had nowhere else to take their clients. It was where the easy money was made, among rusty cars and the smell of rotten salt, wafting from the sea, intoxicating your senses. That day, however, the others weren't there. There was only silence and...him.
Toji was leaning against a black BMW, his arms crossed over his chest, his bare torso glistening in the blazing sunlight. He wore only a pair of black silk pants, unbuttoned at the top, revealing the line of his narrow hips and the dark shadow of his pubic hair. It was scorching hot. Your knees shook as soon as you saw him.
You stopped a few meters away, breathing hard. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just looked at you, and even though you couldn't see his eyes because of the sunlight, you felt the weight of that gaze on you, like hands undressing you without even touching you.
"You're late," he finally said, in a low voice, as if he hadn't spoken in days.
You swallowed. "Only by two minutes."
He pulled away from the car, his movements swift and predatory. He approached you with slow, measured steps, like a cat stalking a mouse. You remained still, even though every instinct screamed at you to run away. Or throw yourself into his arms.
When he was close enough to feel the heat, Toji reached out and grabbed your chin, his calloused fingers lifting your face with a strength that brooked no resistance.
"You're scared," he observed.
"No."
You lied, even though your body betrayed every word. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. He was beautiful, breathtaking. His smell of salt, sweat, and raw masculinity filled your nostrils, making you dizzy.
Toji smiled, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was more like a mean smirk. "Liar."
Then his mouth was on yours, without warning, without tenderness. You felt only teeth and tongue and a hunger that seemed to devour you alive. You moaned against him, your hands gripping his shoulders. He pushed you back until your shoulders slammed against the hot hood of the car, the contact making you gasp.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a growl against your lips.
You obeyed without hesitation, your thighs spreading, your pussy already wet and throbbing with need. Toji wasted no time. A hand slid under your shirt, ripping your bra open with such force that you felt the fabric give way. Then his fingers were already on your nipple, twisting it, pinching it until it hurt, until a strangled cry escaped your throat.
"You like it, huh?" he whispered in your ear, his tongue tracing your earlobe before biting it.
"Yes," you gasped, your body arching against him, seeking more contact, more pain, more of him.
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound. Then his hand moved down, his rough fingertips grazing your stomach, before sliding into your jeans, directly into your wet pussy. You jerked, a broken moan escaping you as his fingers found your clit, already swollen, already aching with need.
"What a beautiful pussy you have," he observed, his fingers moving in slow, torturous circles. "It's like a slut in heat."
"Please, Toji," you begged, your hands gripping his forearms. "Slowly, please."
Toji didn't answer. Instead, with a quick movement, he turned you around, pressing your torso against the hood of the car, the hot metal crushing your breasts. You felt his hands tear your jeans down your thighs, along with your panties, leaving you exposed to the air, your ass bare and vulnerable.
"Mmm…what a nice little ass!" He murmured, and you felt his warm breath on your skin before his hand came down, a sharp thrust that made you jump. He spanked your ass without preamble.
Then you felt the heat of his body behind you, his hard cock pressing against your ass, thick and hot. You bit your lip, trying to brace yourself, but there was no time.
"You've never done it here, have you?" he asked, his growl almost animalistic.
"No," you admitted, your voice shaking. "Only…only in my mouth."
He laughed, a humorless sound. "Then it will be an unforgettable first time."
And then, without further ado, he entered you.
You screamed, but not in pain, not exactly. It was the instinct to resist something so big, so invasive, that was tearing your ass open as if it had never been made to accommodate anything like it. But then, as he pushed deeper, you felt something inside you give way, the burning turning into a throbbing heat, a desperate need to be filled and possessed. But also destroyed.
"Hey, breathe," Toji ordered, a hand grabbing your hair, pulling it back forcefully. "And push yourself against me."
You obeyed, your hips moving back, meeting his every thrust with a broken moan.
"Like this," he panted, his fingers gripping your hips tightly. "You're made for this, y/n. To be fucked like the slut you are."
The words hit you like slaps, igniting something primal inside you. You pushed back harder, feeling his cock slide even deeper, the burning sensation mingling with the pleasure in a cocktail that was driving you wild.
Pleasure washed over you like a wave, your body contracting around him, your ass tightening even more as you came, as you screamed his name. He didn't stop. He didn't give you even a moment's respite. He kept fucking you, deeper and deeper, until he too reached his limit.
With a roar, Toji thrust into your ass one last time, his cock throbbing as he came, filling you with hot cum, so much so that you felt the warm liquid dripping down your thighs, mixing with your juices, sweat, and everything else.
For a long moment, you remained like that, him still inside you, breathing heavily, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of orgasm. Then, slowly, Toji withdrew, leaving you empty, aching, but in a way that made you feel more alive than ever.
You turned around, leaning against the hood of the car, your legs shaking so much you weren't sure you could stand. He adjusted his pants, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with cum, before looking at you again.
"Go home," he told you, his voice cold and distant again, as if he hadn't just fucked you senseless. "And don't tell anyone about this meeting."
You nodded, still too stunned to speak.
You watched him walk away, leaving you with a sore ass, a still-throbbing pussy, and the feeling that your life had just changed in a way you could never have imagined.
You adjusted your clothes as best you could, feeling the warm liquid dripping down your thighs, a tangible reminder of what had just happened. As you walked to the bus stop, your legs still shaking, you couldn't help but think:
Toji hadn't paid you. You picked up your phone, determined to text him and remind him that you are more than that.