#beekeeping

How many times did a big company tried to buy your colony and recipe? You stopped counting, at this point. It wasn’t just your job, they were all you had and needed in life to be happy.

Other beekeepers often asked you how you could produce this high quality honey they couldn’t replicate. They begged you to share your secrets, but you politely declined and closed your door.

The truth was far from glorious…

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The smell of black tea lingers. A male bee hybrids hands you a fuming cup as he sits next to you. He’s wearing an apron "Kiss the cook" over a black turtleneck. His antenna tickles your face when he senses your distress.

“What’s wrong?”

His hands find yours on you thighs and slowly rub them. You rest you head on his shoulder.

“Someone will find out, about all this.”

You vaguely gesture at your house, and all the tiny beehives in every corner of your walls. The male bee reassures you.

“Don’t say that, this won’t happen. We’ll protect you no matter what.”

You breathe in slowly. You let yourself drift away in his hold, his two sets of arms cradling you lovingly. You end up sit on his thighs, two arms grasping your body round the waist. His other two pat your head.

“Why don’t you sleep in tomorrow and let us do the work, hm?”

You nod, thankful for their presence. You kiss his lips lazily and he eagerly kisses you back. His thin black tongue slips into your mouth before he pulls it out.

“Now, don’t tempt me.” You giggle after his gave you playful slap on your ass.

You swing your hips suggestively as you feign to go to bed. You can already see his bulge on his grey pants ; you lick your lips. His dark eyes prey upon you while his antenna twists above his head. He sighs but invites you closer with his index finger.

“Get down.”

You oblige, you knees meet the wooden floor of your house in seconds. When he doesn’t move, you reach for his dick yourself, it’s pinkish and half swollen. You lazily jerk him while your tongue plays with his sack. His head falls backwards as he closes his eyes, his two right hands rest on your head. You suck his ball inside your mouth and suckle the skin.

“Keep going, it’s perfect.”

You do the same with his other ball until his cock fully stands above your head like a flag. You kiss the tip and slide your tongue between its pointy head and foreskin. You can taste his sweet nectar dribbling out of his urethra. He slips one under his turtleneck, sweat runs down his body.

You take a long breath before taking all the shaft in your mouth to the bottom of your throat. Wet section echoes in your brain, you’re already toying your clit for him. The male bee pulls you closer to your hips and thrusts his girth deeper. Your greedy hands squeeze his butt. Drool mixed with nectar swing at the base as you gag around his cock.

He puts his four hands on the back of your skull then pumps his length harder until his heavy sack clenches and his cock twitches.

“Fuck yes~”

You gulp gallons after gallons of his seed, until your stomach is so full you start throwing up.

“Fucking whore.”

He pulls you by your hair and forces you on the couch. Your pussy flutters and clenches around nothing, as you throw your ass up in the air. The male bee rips your pants and underwear in one move. You bit your lips. His cock in hand, he smears your wetness all over your folds and on his twitching dick. He slaps your ass with another hand.

“Gonna take it, right?”

You nod, tears run down your cheeks.

“Say it!”

“Yes, yes! I’ll be good.

“You’re not gonna run away, hm?

“No…”

He slaps you again on the same spot.

“Louder!”

“NO!”

Pain mixes with pleasure as he empales his cock inside your hole. You’re sure if it’s you or a porn star who moved in, but you don’t recognize your own voice. The male bee watches his cock move in and out of your slit, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat but he doesn’t blame you. You feel so good, he can’t even contain himself.

Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, his precum leaks out of your hole. You’re a blabbing slut, barely good at anything but take him.

When your wall starts sucking and milking him, he gives you everything he has and fucks your brain out.

“Yesyesyesyes!”

It’s wet and hot, your pussy is literally boiling his dick until finally, he feels his deliverance. He empties his sack inside your greedy cunt, his tip bullies you G-spot mercilessly. He even lifts you up and holds you there with his arms strength and his still erected shaft.

“You’re so good, you know that?”

He keeps your attached to his dick until you’ve received every drop of his. Your belly swollen, full of semen and nectar.

Your male bee keeps you in his arms, even days after you’re done. He would fuck another load inside you if he felt like there was room for more. His hands massage your sore body when, a week later it was time to finally pull out.

You spread your legs when it’s time to collect your nectar. The male bee puts a bucket between your beneath your sweet pussy and carefully put pressure on your womb. You watch the bucket filled with honey until it’s full and your core is empty.

“Perfect! This should be enough.”

And after a long process of filtering and cleaning, you’re ready to sell you honey.