Sugar Daddy Discord Servers Novels & Stories

"Come on, Daddy... Yes!" The big capo slides his tongue right over the hard male head and moves it back and forth, moaning against Goldie's private part. Goldie Lockhart feels like the whole room is spinning around. He thinks the sacred mafia code brought him to this exact spot today to be loved by his Daddy. "You taste even better than you smell," Jack Horner says, looking up with dark eyes. "I knew you would." He licks all around the lower area, probing the skin with his big, warm tongue.

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...."

He offered him a drink which he gladly took. “You remember Sugar? The woman I brought to your engagement? She works here,” Fabian’s interest was piqued upon hearing her name. “And guess what? She’s dancing tonight. That’s why there are so many people every Friday. It’s Sugar’s night on Friday night. That woman is a legend here, I tell you, man. You'll get a massive hard-on just watching her dance.” Dan seemed very proud.

Oh dear God. "No, not God. It's your baby daddy." I close my eyes and hum at his words. It feels so good to have the itch scratched, and it's only the first step. I can't wait to be fucked like I was when we were together. "Do you want Daddy's cock, Sweetheart?" I've always loved his filthy talk when we're in this kinda play. Vanilla is good but a little dominance in between is like having the icing on top of already-delicious cake.

“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.”

It was subtle, slowly but sure reeling them in, before finally going for the kill. I did a quick background check on her name, and Garry was doing a more extensive one for me at the office. "We know about your situation. We could help you. As we could also profit from you. It's a win-win. We have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offer you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." There, I went for the kill. She finally choked on her drink.

Two years had now become a matter of days. Dylan felt some sort of sadness that she had to make Kathrine a part of her plan. This was the only way she would be able to get close enough to Andrew without causing suspicions. Dylan had thought about everything, from pretending to be interested in Anthony, to knowing Andrew would instantly want Kathrine. What shocked her was the fact that Andrew wanted to be her sugar daddy.

“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

"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."

The mature man with a million charms managed to get her to sign a deal between sugar daddy and sugar baby. "Twenty million?" Chalondra recalled the contents of her and Dominic's agreement last night. Dominic said he would pay her every time they met. Twenty million was a figure that Dom felt was enough for Chalondra's daily allowance. Remember he was the son of a conglomerate? "Why? Didn't enough?"