Novel My Duda My Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Not that I would ever tell him, but I read everything inside of that plain manila folder. Immediately the bold font on the website's home page met my eyes. Craving Sugar, the world's largest sugar daddy dating site, bombarded my senses with pictures of happy couples. Success stories. Beautiful women on the arms of what looked to be your average CEO. All smiling and flaunting their wealth. There was no doubt I had the money. I'd become a millionaire by the age of twenty-four and my net worth had vastly multiplied over the years. Scrolling down, I read through a few of the rules for the site and then logged in. Jax was an asshole and used @needpussynow for my password.

"So you are trying to tell me that my shift mate is now a rich sugar baby?" " Something of sort." Matilda said, a blush creeping up her cheek. Kim leaned in towards the table with folded fist. "Wow! Introduce me to your sugar daddy then. I heard a lot of them have two or more sugar babies and vise versa." " I only have one sugar daddy and he only has me as a sugar baby." " Then just convince him to include me in the list. You think I'm not tired of working for Marcus and even my side hustle is frustrating enough."

She had no idea I owned this place — that I was fucking wealthy. Honestly, I loved how naturally we had clicked since meeting. Women flocked to me because of my money, but Sophie was different. She didn’t know who I really was, and I liked that. She was with me for one obvious reason — to have sex. Or was it? Maybe my money played a part too. “Is this your house, or?” she asked. “Yes, this is where I’m staying while I’m in London,” I said, not wanting to prolong the conversation.

After getting her tray and filling it up, she thrust her chin in the air and walked to the table she sat on yesterday "Well it's not a bad thing to get a sugar daddy if u can get to ride in a car like that" " She would be spending her free time with her legs spread wide for him" " Wait, do you think that a sugar daddy would be so vigorous in bed or he would not be able to satisfy her that's why she is always so grumpy and refused to make friends" all of them roared with laughter

A fine piece of a man that was potentially waisting in the priestly vocation, and when he showed signs of feeling the same way for me, I jumped at the opportunity and became his sugar boy. I had nothing to loose. Nuel had dumped me again and I was just so sex starved. He wasn't as good in bed as Nuel, but his performance was good, good enough to make me cum, and his beauty compensated for any other area that was lacking. But to my wildest imagination, there he laid, on the floor, in his room, drenched in the pool of his own blood. I screamed at the top of my voice, so much that the house almost collapsed. I was pretty sure that the scream could've eventually woken up the dead.

I swear I could feel it in my head. And immediately after I had accepted it, I had sent my medical files and every other thing that was needed to know about me, showing that I was clean, and then my medical record came out clear. I was sent a contract from Mr. C. Although I had never even had such an experience before. I was still ready, my body buzzing. To be a sugar baby to four men. I couldn’t breathe as I stared at the sugar daddy’s offer I accepted. As I stared at the screen, I found it had been read, and I saw the bubbles popping up to see my client typing.

"Come on. You know I can be a lot of things, but a thief isn't one of them.” “You're not making any sense," he argued. “I know for a fact that you're broke. I am also broke. We are both broke, actually. So start talking." “I got myself a sugar daddy,” I said with a grin. The look he gave me could have burned down a building. "Be serious." Still giggling, I tugged at his wrist. "Come, sit. Let me explain properly." We sat across from each other and I exhaled slowly, trying to figure out where to even start.

sighs the lady. "What is your name again? I am sorry I meet people everyday. IT is hard to remember names all the time" he grumbles as he yawns. She pours him a cup of coffee. She fixes it up for him. Hands it over to him. Impressive. "My name? It is Sawyer Carter sir" she tells him. "You said you are a miss. But you have a child on your own?" he wonders. "Yes I am. My ex did not want anything to do with our daughter. He is married. Has a family of his own" she grumbles sounding bitter.

I asked as I laid down eggs, bacon and bread. "I was just watching random videos on your sugar daddy's housewarming gift" she teased referring to the television and Damian as the sugar daddy. I had mentioned yesterday to her when we were catching up that Damian bought a wholeass television as a 'housewarming gift' for me and now she refers to him as my sugar daddy. He definitely would pass as one considering how he tends to get me the most expensive stuff even if I don't ask for it. In fact, I don't even ask him at all.

she said. " who is this man? " I asked. " I don't know..... I've never seen him before" she said. " what about his name? " I asked. " she never told me,......but I know the man is her....su.. " " She's her what? " I asked as she refused to complete her sentence. " the man give her money anytime they meet up " she said reluctantly. " you mean sugar daddy?.......what's wrong with you girls?.......you're in school, your parent are out their suffering all because of you to be something in life"