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“Whaaa? Meeting?! I thought we were supposed to hit the beach!” Whining, Jure hates it when Nace drops the W word.
“You think Zoe invited us here just for a holiday?” Nodding enthusiastically, Jure is already half-naked before Nace announces a meeting he’s supposed to attend with Zoe and Martin.
“You can hang out with Bojan and Kris, you know? Maybe if you behave, I’ll reward you something.”
“Are you gonna buy me a new plushie ooorrrr… Blow me, daddy?” Pulling a wide smug, Jure gets on his toes, wrapping his arm around Nace’s neck, pulling him for kisses before the man roughly gropes his butt.
“Don’t push your luck, kitten.” Since Nace won’t be coming with him strolling around town, Jure thinks hanging out with fellow sugar babies is a good idea.
These sugar parents attend a meeting with people alike, sharing the same brain cells, ideas, and much alike; Nace has to put on a fake smile, engaging in mindless conversation, and seeing Martin has learnt a thing or two about how to interact with them.
“Ahh, Zoe, my old friend.” A man in his late 40s approaches Zoe as she and Nace bicker about something else.
“Mr. Jordan, isn’t it? I see you both are closer; do I smell engagement from afar?” Engagement? WHAT f*ckING ENGAGEMENT?! They’d throw plates, knives, and pull each other hair every day and night if they get married.
Spending enough time, it’s time for them to escape the ballroom. Walking towards the lift, Zoe couldn’t help but admit Nace’s rear; those pants quite enhanced his rear, but still faarrrr from Kris’ perfect, all-star butt.
“Stop yapping, Zoe. You are so much like Athena now, yapping and biting people.” Attempted to press Nace against the lift’s cold wall, Zoe’s height is no match for these men, and Nace easily flips the position, crashing his lips onto her as Martin witnesses their perpetual passive-aggressive relationship.
“What is it, Martin? You want some?” Challenging the younger guy again, Martin still vividly remembers how he and Nace made out in a lift not long ago.
Luckily, the hotel is empty during this hour, so the dom sugar daddy easily makes out in the lift with the other sugar parents.
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“Relax, guys. They won’t be back until dinner. We can stay here for a bit longer.” Taking both of them to her room, Zoe slowly strips off her clothes.
“Zoe, what the?!” Turning back to see her already in her underwear, Martin’s heart skipping harder, Zoe never shies away from wearing revealing, see-through underwear. Also turning his back, Nace sees she has already dropped her bra on the floor before taking off her panties and holding them with one finger.
“Oops?” Displaying her perfectly shaped body, her immaculate curves only tease the men’s faith. Walking towards them, Martin is her first target.
“Is it true when Bojan said you were good in bed? I wonder…” Martin is dead on track; if he’s an anime character, he’d have severe nosebleed while Nace deadpan crosses his arms, observing Zoe’s undoubtedly slu*tty act.
“Hush, don’t speak. Just show me. Mister Jurkovič… Come, I won’t bite… Unless…” Getting called by his last name either frightens or turns him on.
She lay on that queen-sized bed, spreading her legs open. Inviting both men to savour her like a buffet. Had she already been naked, it’s just a matter of time until these guys lose their clothes too.
The dirtiest and wettest fantasy came true; Zoe wants a taste of both men; real men, not a pretty boy like Kris. Being a pillow queen, Martin eats her below whilst Nace devours her upper body; her delicate lotion and smooth skin entice the tattooed man.
“Hngghhhh! Ohhh! Ahhhh! Ooohhh! Th-that’s th-the spottt!”
“Yes! H-ha-ha-haaarrrddeerr, f-f-ffasteerrr!” His mouth sucking on her tit*, biting her neck, marking her while she gives him a nice massage; gently fondling his balls, moaning his name before she feels a pair of lips meet her hand.
“Huh? You gonna suck me too, Martin?” Mouthing “yes, daddy”, Martin gets between his legs, using his mouth and hand, pleasing the man as well.
Chuckling at the sight of Martin slu*tting himself, Nace presses the back of his head, pushing him down and choking him. Slapping the man’s thigh, Martin needs a time out, and his messy face gives Nace satisfaction.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. C’mon, Zoe, down.” Pointing at his still erect dick, Nace demands Zoe to go down while he refuses to eat her up.
“That’s unfair, Nyiatche! You won’t eat my puss* while I…?!” Lightly slapping her cheek, Nace won’t like it if she refuses or brats her way out.
A heated making out session in the quiet midday, shaking the whole hotel with their ungodly happy screams, these sugar parents are up for more and more.
“Why, I am a queen, of course. So, serve me, mortal.” Refusing to be on top, Zoe lays like an almighty queen and waits for Martin to take her up. She gasped and screamed when she thought Martin was just an okay guy.
“Ngahhh! Haa-aaah-HHAAAHH! Motherf*cker! M-Martin, d-d-don’t p-push it all in! YOU JERK!” Having enough lube and her puss* already drooling like Niagara Falls, Martin easily slides in, and he’s longer than Kris; stabbing her right in the spot.
Hands sprawled, legs up and being held, tit* bouncing firmly, and her hair is a total mess as she increases her volume.
Barely the sight of Martin finally dicking down Zoe gives Nace another indecent thought; Should he f*ck her face or slap that cute bum?
“GAH! NNNGGAAHHHH! N-Na-Nace! f*ck!” Jaw dropped, Martin shrieked, feeling Nace’s dick poking his back door.
“Barely the tip, slu*t. Yes, I’m gonna f*ck you, and it’s daddy for you, co*ck slu*t.” Pulling that tousled hair, Martin couldn’t help but moan louder than before; Zoe couldn’t believe that Martin would scream this loud and has such a slu*tty expression over Nace’s co*ck.
Facing each other, screaming in passion, as they fix the rhythm, Nace only hums, biting Martin’s shoulder blades, once or twice groping Zoe’s tit*. Being sandwiched between them, Martin couldn’t choose which one he liked better, but both were always choices!
Had they rocked the bed and the whole floor for around 40 minutes, or forever as they felt it, it all comes crashing down on them; both Zoe and Martin are a total mess, and Nace is there to admire the whole thing.
Dinnertime comes fast; it’s still a battle on who can pay more; Nace and Zoe can pay half and half, but when Martin takes his card, they bark at him.
“Sit yo ass down, Martin. The adults are talking.”
“Yeah, what he said.” Added Zoe.
It’s already the 3rd day when Jure notices something off from his sugar daddy; he’s exhausted and lays on the bed faster.
“Daddy, can we go shopping, pleaseee? I saw a giant turtle plushie yesterdayyy…”
“Jure, you already have f*ck ton of plushies. You don’t need anything more.” On his phone, Nace has no energy to get up, but then Jure shakes his body violently.
“B-but, daddyyyy, I don’t have that one yet… Can you buy me that, pleaseeee?”
“I’ll be good. No, the bestest! I promisseeee!” Out of the blue, getting on top of his body, Jure takes his phone away and pins his sugar daddy down, hypnotizing him with his blue eyes.
“Pinky swear, daddy. Pleaseee? Mjau? Mmmjjjaauuuu? Am I not cute enough?” Had he not had the ultimate skill of mewling, begging, and grinding against him, Nace wouldn’t have taken his credit card out.
“Can I have this, daddy?” Shopping for new clothes, Bojan’s eyes landed on the Hawaiian shirt and a new brand pair of shorts.
“Mwah! You’re the best, daddy!” Kissing the man in front of the cashier, Bojan shamelessly calls Martin daddy. Maybe the cashier is dead inside out. Honestly, they don’t care.
“Ah, look at this, Kris. This one suits you better.” Always in the boutique, Madam Zoe has the need to spoil Kris, her keen eyes on the fashion world already painting Kris with the prettiest and priciest outfit.
The 5th day is supposed to be the last day of the exhibition, and Nace managed to shut Jure’s loudmouth with the plushie he wanted and some brand-new clothes.
Bojan gets bored quickly, so he takes Kris and Jure to hang out in his room; Kris being Kris, flexes his wealth by ordering room service. Since Bojan scolded him that day, Kris has been softer on Jure, but he has something else in his mind.
“What?” Seeing Kris scooting closer and whispering in his ears, Jure gives him the side eye.
“Shouldn’t keep those abs hidden, blondie. Say, when did you start hitting the gym?” Spilling his secret of doing labour jobs, carrying boxes in the pet store or helping Jan in his free time, Jure feels somewhat proud of the achievement, but when Kris slides a hand, caressing his body, chills rush up.
Kris and Bojan share a brain cell; it’s not rocket science; Jure knows sh*t’s going down.
“Jure, Jure, Jureee… You’re so naïve, y’know? How do you think my daddy and momma Zoe have sore throats at the same time?” It’s one plus one, Jure! Catch up!
“D’ya mind doing the same to us, cutieee?” Using his best slu*tty voice, Bojan sniffs Jure’s neck, taking a whiff of his expensive perfume. Putting away the ice cream glass, Jure gets pinned down by Bojan before Kris joins.
“Hey, who do you think you are, blondie? A peasant like you should serve me.” Chuckling at the same ol’ bitchy act, Kris wants to be served, not vice versa. Taking up the role, Bojan gets between his legs while Jure kneels beside him.
“Do it the way your daddy did, peasant.” Better watch that mouth, Kris. You don’t wanna know the extent.
Between these sugar babies, Jure holds quite the power, or mostly Kris is the undoubted pillow prince, and Bojan loves being a sub by default, so it’s Jure’s job to dick them down.
“Ju-Ju-JURE YOU DUMB PEASANT, SLOW DOWN! Augh! Ahhhh! S-s-slow d-down, I say! Nnngggahhhh!” Clutching on the pillow and screaming at it, Kris gets what he asked for, but for all they know, Nace is still rougher than him.
“Ooohhh lalaaa, look at those abs, Maček… You’re such a fine maaannnn.” Of course, Bojan, being the absolute incubus, praises his co-worker and caresses his body while getting railed.
“Such a slu*tty voice that is, Bojan.”
“Thanks a bunch! It’s Martin’s favourite!” Getting the chance to touch himself, Bojan pleases himself, making out with Kris while Jure rails them back and forth until he gets closer.
“Ngh! Hngh! Grrhhh! HNGH! F-f-fuuuu…” Shooting his ji*zz on their faces, Jure’s energy depleted to 5%; he needed food otherwise, he’d pass out.
These sugar babies didn’t know any better and didn’t realize the door opened. The sugar parents come in and see their sugar babies cuddling naked on the bed. The blanket and the clothes are scattered all over the floor, so they have nothing to cover up.
“Heyyy, how was the meeting, papi chulo? Got snacks?” Smiling like a total dork, Bojan demands food from the man already.
“Oooh, you’re so dirty, Kris. Wipe up, I’ve something waiting in our room.” Quickly dressed up and leaving the room, Kriss flies a kiss on both sugar babies.
“Out. Now.” Pointing at the door, Jure hastily gets dressed and gets dragged out.
The same day they landed in their home country, they went their separate way. But some memories can’t be erased that easily.
“A bigger contract? Wow, that’s amazing!” Zoe knows how to get Kris to step up on the fame ladder and how she congratulates him by playing with him.
“No more takeouts, Bojan. You spent too much on the vacation.” Martin conked out the second his head met the pillow; Bojan followed shortly after; they deserved so much sleep now.
“What did I even do, daddy? You did the same to them! Augh!” Nace is still exhausted but always up to punish Jure; bent down, bare ass getting reddened up.
“You broke your promise, kitten. Say you’ll be good.”
“I will! I will! Starting toomorrow! Daddy, pleaseeee, I’m sorryyyyy.” Getting severely spanked before he starts moaning, Jure breaks free from the grasp and shoves Nace down the bed.
“I’ll show you how good I can be, daddy.” Meekly smiling, Jure throws his shorts on the floor before grinding on the man’s groin.
Maybe they should book another vacation, no?
