Novel My Duda My Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

“And having a rich man to take care of you isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be.” Sarah scoffed. “Oh please, your sugar daddy treated you like a princess as much as you let him.” My eyes widened as Michelle went bright red. She shoved Sarah. “Stop calling him that. He was just an older guy.” Sarah scoffed. “He was a sugar daddy. He gave you gifts, was older, and gave you money when you needed it. Julian might not be a sugar daddy, but he’ll be a good time… and he won’t suddenly just leave you.”

I sat on the huge cozy couch in front of daddy and his sugar blonde baby… he looked at me and thought that I came to him to be one of his sugar babies. “I’m Lena…” I looked at him and inhale deeply “I’m your daughter” I said as I looked at him who sat in front of me, rests his hand on the sugar baby’s shoulder. He sat in silence as he heavily sighed and stared at me “Holly shit” He said. I sat in silence as I waited for him to say more… “How’d you find me?” He said as he cleared his throat. My dad is a rich man with a bunch of property and sugar babies.

Kellerman replied, holding me by the hand and walking me into his house like a proper gentleman will always do. "I live here alone all by myself, as you see, with no servants, bodyguards, or anything like that; that's how I like it," he added with a smile on his face. We both smiled as we got down to business immediately and had such great sex on the first night. My account was buzzing with dollars, I thought, as well as it was more than enough to get going with my just expired house rent. “Please don’t go,” Kellerman said to me, "as I want to be your sugar daddy, and I have what it takes to make you mine,” he opined.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

"I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock." I nod repeatedly, all while laughing, "okay okay, me next. Ehmmm. So. For your sugar baby, it's gonna be a young innocent girl who is a submissive but outside, she is such a hard nut to crack. Because you always love a good challenge." "Just like you." He smiles. "Just like me? Are you sure? First, I'm thirty. That is not young, at all. And second, I have a good job, so no, I don't need a sugar daddy."

I planted my feet on the marbled floor firmly. “Come, Natalia,” I whispered as I fought the urge to move closer. She moaned louder. Her movement became more desperate. More needy. Her chest rose and fell so beautifully before she finally fell apart. “That’s my good girl.” It took Natalia a few minutes to come down from the high. She looked blissfully fucked as she rose from the bed. Wet and so goddamn gorgeous like a mirage. “Not your good girl, General,” she reminded me in that husky voice of hers, sending a bitter taste in my mouth all of a sudden. The lucky dildo slipped from her hand. “So, what is so urgent that you couldn’t wait until tomorrow to let me know?”

Her inner body was burning in anger. "The only person that can assist you is your sugar daddy," Jude muttered and turned around. His eyes squinted at her daring personality. No one goes against him but she is doing exactly that which prickled his interest. Raina's eyes squinted in ignorance and it made Jude chuckle amusingly "Your Sugar daddy, the man that assisted you " he pointed at her accusingly. "An ordinary high school graduate into an influential school to be an assistant instructor. Oops! Do you even graduate from High school? Your sugar daddy must be extremely wealthy." He nods his head.

" His wicked laugh came as he threw his head backward, making his gray, bald hair glitter under the blubber light. "I'm just an ordinary man, sweetheart; I bet you will like me for who I am." "Be my little sweet girl, and I will take care of you; I can even grant you freedom from the shackles of the Vipers." He proposed, and I opened my eyes in shock. This was like a dream come true. I will finally have my freedom if I accept him as my sugar daddy. But how could I trust this stranger, and maybe if he does Indeed accept him, he doesn't look like someone who will let me go and live a free life; this is just like jumping from a frying pan to a blazing fire.

Scartl adds, defending the website. "I don't know. I mean, I don't believe I could even have a...sugar daddy." I say, dropping my voice worried that someone could hear. "Just because you have a sugar daddy, doesn't mean it has to be disgusting. A lot of the men on here simply want company. Like, sometimes they have an event they need to attend, so they simply want someone young and lovely to stand next to them. It all simply depends on what you are comfortable with." "I don't know about this, Sara," I responded uncomfortably.

The image of her swaying—dancing—on that man burned behind my eyelids. She folded her arms, her posture defensive. "You shouldn’t have been spying." "Spying?" My confusion turned to anger. "I wasn’t spying! I was looking for you—only to find you throwing yourself at someone else!" "It’s not what you think," she said, her tone clipped but hesitant, like she was trying to tread carefully. "Then what is it?" I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. "Who is that guy?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination. "His name is Richard. He's... well, he's my sugar daddy."