Sugar Daddy Discord Server Novels & Stories

“We love you, Kira. That’s why we’re worried. Blackwood has a reputation. Multiple failed marriages. Young girls he discards when he gets bored. What happens when he gets tired of playing sugar daddy?” The word “sugar daddy” hit like a slap. It was crude, but it echoed the ugly truth my family saw. Ethan leaned back, looking uncomfortable. “Look, I don’t know the guy. But if he’s making you happy and not hurting you… maybe give her a chance to figure it out?” Dad slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses rattle. “No. I will not watch my daughter throw her life away for the man who nearly destroyed me. End it, Kira. Today. Or you can forget about any support from this family. No more

A few socialite women whispered: "She looks like some old man’s toy, she came alone!" Her curly-haired friend, who was dressed like a North Coast dangdut singer, sneered: "Yeah, sugar babies are trending these days, Sis. Watch out for that guy, don’t let him turn out to be a sugar daddy on the side!" "Eww ... that’s such bad luck!" gasped a group of women with long, bleached hair that was straightened so flat it looked like ironing boards, and fake, fluttery lash extensions. "That’s why I get treatments regularly so I don’t get wrinkly!"

he asked. I looked at his manhood and swallowed a few times when I saw how big it was. Damn, I think it's 7 fucking inches. "Do you think your soldier fits me?" I asked him, a little nervous. Damn! Yes, we make out when we're alone, but damn, we haven't reached intercourse yet. "Hmm I'll be gentle, baby," he replied, without answering my question. I nodded and smiled at him. "Ok. You can enter now, My Sugar daddy...."

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

“Take as much as you want for your tip. You can even get a house with it.” “You joke a lot, Sage, but thanks for the offer.” No longer paying attention to him, my eyes scanned the entire club in one go, and I could see the messy sight of sex, whose scent was only being drowned out by cigarettes and alcohol, but the stench of cum was still strong in the air. “Good old days.” I sighed. “Days when I used to be in my prime.” “You're barely 26, Sage. Live your life a little,” Adrian said. “You don't get to live twice.”

"I'm 33, I'm done with the whole one week-two weeks fucking thing. I want a real deal." I scoff at the irony of that, "A real deal? From a sugar baby agency? Are you sure you're at the right platform? Shouldn't it be a match-making agency or something?" But damn, 33? He's too young to be a sugar daddy. Why won't he do things the conventional way? I'm pretty sure the girls will be lining up from here to the next country if he advertises the offer. He shakes his head as he laughs, "I know I'm at the right place, but I can't tell you more until you sign an NDA."

He said grabbing my waist with one hand to keep me steady and he rammed his cock in my pussy till I was screaming his name. “Daddy!." I yelled.

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.

"Since when did you have a sugar daddy?" Jenar walked up to him. "Do not be stupid!" He hits Alif's head. Alif groaned. "I told you to stop watching adult movies. It affects your stupid imagination!" Jenar protest Alif laughed. Meanwhile, Jenar opened the door to welcome her guests. "Mr. Julian?" Next ...

I replied. I slid into the seat beside her, throat dry, eyes locked on the lineup of beer bottles. Lacey nudged my arm, whispering, “The dude next to me? Heavy drinker. Doesn’t drink, he swallows. But there’s a hundred bucks on the line. Alex’s sugar daddy is sponsoring.” A thousand dollars. That could go a long way. I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but I wasn’t about to miss a shot at easy cash. A smile curled on my lips.