Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

I was disgusting. Lusting over underage kids? Fuck. Disgusting. "Put them back." I finally say when she rants some more. That's when she looks at me as if I said something ridiculous. "Why?" She's curious, but a moment later she shakes her head, "No. I'm not a gold digger." "You're a sugar baby." "What?" She is even more surprised, and then she puts her hands on each side of her waist, "Excuse me?" "Sure you're not a gold digger but you used affection to make me buy those things. You're a sugar baby."

“Fine. What is it?” “Candied old man.“ “What?” He looked totally lost. I sighed, shaking my head. I forgot, we have a very different sense of humor. “What’s the literal translation of 'sugar daddy' in our language?” I prompted. Dylan shrugged. “I don’t know. Why would I know that?” “I just told you!” I pouted. How did he not get it? When I heard Aunt Ivy say it, I nearly died laughing because it was so spot on. Poor Attorney Damon Fontanilla looked so embarrassed.

His world scares me. "I didn't know you felt that way." I shrug. Not everyone has a boyfriend that is a freaking millionaire, that is almost two decades older and is hot as hell. No, not everyone has my luck. "So, moving in together is too soon?" "Way too soon." "What did you say I was, sugar-what?" "Sugar daddy." That one thing I could have left out. I can't believe I'm explaining the term to him. My whole face feels hot as coals. "And I didn't say you were."

I rest my head on his sweaty chest, let him take in our intimacy, and enjoy what he paid for. The nice thing about the sugar daddies is they rarely treat us like a human sex toy and that made me stay this long with the agency. A couple of more years, then I'd probably adopt cats, lots of them, and retire with a nice chunk of the retirement fund and be the nice little old cat lady. Until then...

Yes , That is the company of my sugar daddy. I got out of the Uber paid the Uber driver. I walked into the company, I walked to the receptionist, she made a call and I was allowed into the office. My sugar daddy was busy with his laptop when I entered into the office. " Good afternoon daddy" I said seductively and walked to him where he is seated on his office chair. He looked up at me and smile. " You didn't tell me you were coming today? He says. I kissed him and caress some part of his body.

“He chased me like a thief, it scared me. I felt like I was compelled until I eventually wanted him. At the time, I didn't even realize I was in such a cage.” Cara claimed she began to seriously enjoy his wealth, all his money and attention, he was like a sugar daddy. It hit me right then. My dad used to be a sugar daddy to women in the past. Brittany just sat there with a quiet calm, taking in everything with a nod. At this point it seemed she had long accepted her fate, or maybe she had already known and could not be surprised any further.

"It's okay. I'll give you 20,000 dollars every month from now on, so you don't even have to work anymore. I hate seeing you so exhausted." I told him I had my own dreams and a career I cared about. I didn't want to be some pet he kept in a gilded cage. He had just smiled, and his words had sounded so sincere. "I have plenty of money, anyway. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Everything I have is for you and you alone." Only for me, huh? I tapped into the profile of this young woman named Evelyn Beech with trembling hands. The first thing I saw was a photo. It was captioned, "Day 362 of being spoiled by Daddy. We went to the amusement park today! He's in line getting me ice cream."

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...."

Instead, she obediently let me knead and squeeze her butt. "Howard, I'm sorry. I won't go to bars anymore, okay? Please don't poke me with a beer bottle." As she spoke, she squeezed her thighs together so tight that I couldn't pull my hand out. The implications of her words were huge. Did her sugar daddy have some unique fetish? Did he actually shove a beer bottle inside her? Rich people these days were all rather twisted. Her sugar daddy would spend tens of thousands of dollars a month just to have her in the palm of his hand.

She decided to log into the sugar dating forum. -I found a potential sugar daddy on Tinder, but the thing is I might really be into him- Anna types into the forum. -Ncaw, a baby sugar baby. This is so cute- -Girl, we have all been through that. Don’t get more attached to him than he is to you-