Sugar Daddy Novels & Stories

Kellerman replied, holding me by the hand and walking me into his house like a proper gentleman will always do. "I live here alone all by myself, as you see, with no servants, bodyguards, or anything like that; that's how I like it," he added with a smile on his face. We both smiled as we got down to business immediately and had such great sex on the first night. My account was buzzing with dollars, I thought, as well as it was more than enough to get going with my just expired house rent. “Please don’t go,” Kellerman said to me, "as I want to be your sugar daddy, and I have what it takes to make you mine,” he opined.

She smiled as she left the place. Sugar was different from Gigi. Sugar was the gold-digger bitch who wanted nothing but money while Gigi was the loving daughter and sister. Gigi made sure to be a different person every time she went home. Even though she was in the mud, she still tried to fix herself for her family. After all, she did all those nasty things just for them.

“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

[Mia's POV] I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. “$75,000. One night. No limits. My penthouse. Tomorrow evening. I want all three of you.” Richard Caldwell — our sugar daddy, the wealthy 52-year-old tech investor who had been quietly spoiling us for the past few months — had finally made his real intentions clear. This wasn’t another expensive dinner or a shopping spree. This was something much darker, much filthier, and much more expensive.

I giggled quietly at his reply. “So, what's our topic for today?” I asked. “Let's make sugar daddy happy” he answered, looking deep in my eyes. Sugar daddy? Ooh, I love this topic. “You're going to be an eighteen-year-old girl, and I will be your sugar daddy, you desperately want money to buy the latest convertible car, but unfortunately, I'm in a bad mood, and you want to make me happy to get the money” “I love this plot” I commented.

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.

I replied immediately " Do you think that your sugar daddy will not approve of you working in a movie?" He asked with sarcasm. " Sugar daddy? What is that? " I asked and he was looking at me with confusion on his face. " Your Joseph! " He said with a weird expression. " Why did you call him that?? " " He is very old, old enough to be your dad and is very rich, and keen to have you in his arms and bed. Such old men who are interested in young girls and who are ready to spend any amount of money on them are called sugar dads. "

She used her body like a language. Not crude. Not obvious. Just strategic. The way she arched her back when he was inside her, making him want to go deeper. The way she whispered his name like it was a secret only she knew. The way she pretended that his obsession was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. Because here was the truth about being a sugar baby: it wasn’t about sex. It was about making a man believe that his desire was actually her desire. It was about turning his need for her into the only thing that mattered.

Proving me that she is a pure whore and wants to get on the bed with me but too bad I she is not my type. She is a sugar baby to the sugar daddy who is around the age of sixty so obviosuly he won't be able to satisy the needs of twenty three year old wife of his. His wife is just using him for money that's it. I kept on ignoring her looks and gave Jack a smile.

Donovan asks. I already explained everything to him on the way here. Even how the man looks. What he said sounded like the best and simplest way to describe him. “That wouldn’t be hard to find in this day and time.” Dacian chuckles to herself. We both turn around, giving her identical confused looks. She huffs, her smile dropping. “It’s sugar daddy season. There’s a lot of young girls and old men in hotels.” I twisted my nose in distaste. Annoyed for some reason at hearing that.