It Just Happened, Bit By Bit, Until He Has His Perfect Set Up

I get asked a lot how I ended up where I am. Well it was because I was too young, and I didn't have what it took to live on my own. First at the job I had I had my hours cut. Second I had taken out cash to go bar hopping with a friend who was coming to town. I lost the money and I couldn't make rent. Third I was driving my Mom's old car and the struts were bad and to fix them cost over 800 dollars. I was basically grounded because I couldn't drive on the freeway.

That's when I fell apart, like a little girl, and told my friend at work about my problems. She said that she would ask J if he could help me, give me a loan. I didn't know who J was, he was the man that kept her, he paid for everything. Of course in return for sex and her affections. I called it her being a whore, being paid for sex. I didn't put two and two together and see that a whole lot of women lived like that, supported by a man in return for her affections and cooking and cleaning for him. And having his babies. It wasn't until then that I put that together.

She asked him to give me a loan. She asked him to pay my rent. She asked him to fix my car. She put me in her bed for when he came to see her. I had to have sex with him. The idea that I was having sex for money really got to me. All my life I had been raised to never be a whore. He was like all men, having sex with me meant controlling me, physically and emotionally. The second month he paid my rent, and the third and he upgraded my car and left money on my bedstand for me to spend. And one day he said that he didn't want me working anywhere. Just pay attention to him. He had sex with me like it was meant to be that way.

I was so engrossed in myself that I didn't even pay attention that he was doing the same with her. She quit her job to stay home too. And to save money he asked us to room together. And to save more money he had us use one car. And he left money for both of us, it was up to us to agree on how to spend it. He wanted us to be with him at the same time and we had sex together. And more and more we had sex together, she and I. When he wasn't there mostly, but sometimes when he was there with us. He called it the girlfriend experience, he had the girlfriend experience with us, and we had the girlfriend experience with each other.

I don't have a job. I don't go to school. I don't have rich parents. I have a sugar daddy and that makes me a sugar baby. He would never think of us as whores, having sex for money. We are his fun time girls. Like owning a new car. But better, a car can't make you feel good in bed. And two cars can't be driven at the same time, two girls can keep him warm at the same time, can work him out and take his precious cum. Cars he can drive, but he can't lay with his cars, he can lay with us. And that's what it is all about for him. Having two girls to make love with him at the same time.