Straight Female / 36
Sugar And Spice Make Everything Nice
I'm 36 now, with a well paying job. But once upon a time I was 22 and just finished college and got a job that summer hoping for a better job in the fall. There was a man there who told me to stand straight, get my chest out, be proud, show those puppies off. This man touched my bottom, not by accident, not once either. We went to a group baseball game and I wore shorts and halter top. He observed that my nipples were hard and wanted to know if they were hard because I was with him. He touched my pussy that day, just reached down and put his hand in my crotch and grabbed asking me if I wanted him to eat me out first of just fuck me, either way was good for him.
See I didn't know, all I did know is he was paying attention to me, and when he talked to me I stood and listened until he was done, or when he touched me I opened my legs a little bit more, or leaned over to show him my nipples. He liked that. He did take me back to my apartment one day after work and put me on my bed and pulled my pants off and ate me until I lost control. Then he fucked me. He told me I was his special girl. I liked that.
I became his work girl, the one he looked after at work and put money in my hand and fixed my car and bought me clothes and paid for a trip for me to go to Puerto Rico with some friends, but reminded me that my pussy had his name on it. I kept myself away from the guys hitting on us at the beach. I loved being fucked by him, kissed and touched. I loved his cock, straddling him and letting it all sink in, swallowing it as far as I could, never down my throat mind you. I gave up my ass one night, he slid it in and I felt something I never did before, a closeness like you can't believe.
See, I am, was and I guess probably will be his Sugar Baby and he is my Sugar Daddy. He pays the bills, I work and save my money. He doesn't really like me paying bills on my own. He has his name on my pussy, my tits and my ass. When he comes to see me we have sex right off, not always on the bed, sometimes spread across the back of the couch or across the table. But most of the time, flat on my back on my bed and he climbs on me and slips his cock in me and I hold onto him and let him fuck.
I never did change jobs.
See I didn't know, all I did know is he was paying attention to me, and when he talked to me I stood and listened until he was done, or when he touched me I opened my legs a little bit more, or leaned over to show him my nipples. He liked that. He did take me back to my apartment one day after work and put me on my bed and pulled my pants off and ate me until I lost control. Then he fucked me. He told me I was his special girl. I liked that.
I became his work girl, the one he looked after at work and put money in my hand and fixed my car and bought me clothes and paid for a trip for me to go to Puerto Rico with some friends, but reminded me that my pussy had his name on it. I kept myself away from the guys hitting on us at the beach. I loved being fucked by him, kissed and touched. I loved his cock, straddling him and letting it all sink in, swallowing it as far as I could, never down my throat mind you. I gave up my ass one night, he slid it in and I felt something I never did before, a closeness like you can't believe.
See, I am, was and I guess probably will be his Sugar Baby and he is my Sugar Daddy. He pays the bills, I work and save my money. He doesn't really like me paying bills on my own. He has his name on my pussy, my tits and my ass. When he comes to see me we have sex right off, not always on the bed, sometimes spread across the back of the couch or across the table. But most of the time, flat on my back on my bed and he climbs on me and slips his cock in me and I hold onto him and let him fuck.
I never did change jobs.
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