Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

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!"

"So?" "So he doesn't qualify to be called a Sugar Daddy!" "If he's giving you money, he's a Sugar Daddy! Doesn't matter how old he is," Emily schooled her a little on the world of escorting. "And something's fishy here, Nat. Twenty-eight is too young to be a billionaire, don't you think?" "I've never really thought about it, but I suppose he comes from old money," Natalie said. "Besides, if a nine-year-old can be a professor, why can't a grown-ass man be a billionaire? Anyway, why are we even discussing him?"

He frowned and continued reading the article. “What is a Sugar Daddy? They are wealthy men—generally older—who maintain a romantic relationship with women much younger than themselves. This relationship is based on the mutual interest of both parties, as these are women who seek older, successful, and wealthy men to satisfy their financial needs…” “No, no, no,” he muttered, closing the browser window. No. He was none of what that article described. When Luciano had mentioned it, he had thought he was referring to something else—a ridiculous nickname or something along those lines. But what he had just read? He definitely did not identify with anything like tha

"This must be a joke. Are you trying to prank me?" "What makes you think that?" "It's just... from what I'm reading here, it sounds like..." I trail off, my brain struggling to process the offer. "A sugar daddy arrangement." He flat-out laughs. "Interesting perspective," he says. "In my opinion, I'm giving you a great offer." "Really?" He nods. "I can see you don't get it, Mindy. You'll have money, security, the whole nine yards. The kind of life most people only dream of.”

I asked him. "I said that you should spend the night with me for ten million dollars. Isn't that enough for you? How about twenty? Fifty? I just want to spend the night with you. To show what it's like to be with a real man. I'm sure that you won't want this sorry-ass husband of yours when I'm done with you. You'll be begging me to be your sugar daddy. I won't need to convince you then. You'll want to be my sugar daddy then" The man said.

“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 just wasn't thinking about it as often as before and it wasn't hurting or annoying me anymore. Also, I've got a sugar daddy now who didn't want any strings attached and that's the way it would be. This was such an amazing arrangement. Having a sugar daddy was actually interesting to me because you wouldn't give a fuck if he sleeps with other women or anything because there is absolutely nothing between the both of you. It was actually a very beneficial arrangement. He pays me money weekly alongside side allowances in exchange for my company and sexual advancement. "Eve, I know you're hurt and–" Jade began to speak but I immedi

"Owh, you look even prettier when you're angry like that. Why bother asking your sugar daddy to pay, when I'm willing to do it. You can choose whatever you like here and I'll gladly pay for it for you." "I am not interested." "Come on, beautiful, how rich is your sugar daddy, I'm sure I can surpass him. I own several major printing companies and you will know how rich I am." "Be quiet sir, you are very rude and impolite." The man approached Lea and stood very close to her. "Don't be arrogant and act disinterested, beautiful, you're just a mistress of an old man who happens to be rich and has a lot of money. I can buy you from hi

He’s now a certified sugar daddy. “Would you like to apply as my sugar baby? It feels like you’re interested,” he frankly asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Fuck you, I need money; I don’t need a sugar daddy. Please?” He can’t resist his cuteness, and then Angelito mutters, “in one condition….” Denver scratches his head. “What is it?” A smug smirk appears on his face. His playful side turns severe this time. “Can you suck me tonight? Please?” he mimics Denver’s cuteness, and the cute boy’s eyes widen in surprise. His throat turns arid, and his hands are cold to touch the bench.