Lesbian Female / 40
One Day I Was Single And The Next I Was His Sugar Baby And Baby Mama
I'm a stage actor, I work for a company in a big city. I'm a lesbian and always have been. But the day I am going to talk about is the day I became a rich man's sugar baby.
On that day I was 33 and I was working in a play by Agatha Christi, playing a middle aged woman who finds herself in a situation where she is accused of m****r. The dress was period, and the setting was a house in the country.
We were rehearsing for the play and the director, a nice gay man, called us together and told us that a benefactor was visiting and we needed to say hello to him. The man was somewhere between fifty and sixty, dressed like he owned the place, which he did right then because he had just made a three million dollar bequest to the theatre. The director chose me to walk him around and show him everything, the dressing room and the toilets, what his money was buying and what improvements were needed.
I was all business, dressed as I was in period costume. He listened and asked intelligent questions. I wanted to know where he made the kind of money that you can g*ft three million, but I kept my mouth closed about that. He asked me to dinner, at a restaurant that you never went to unless someone else was buying.
After dinner he took me by his apartment, high up with a view of the skyline. I didn't want to be there, but he didn't really ask either. I knew the code of the theatre, without benefactors everyone loses their jobs, ticket sales don't cover the salaries. I suppose a woman knows when a man is looking at her, the wolf in the tales of being caught alone in the woods. It did not surprise me when he put his hand on my shoulder, or when his hand fell to the small of my back. I was back in my street clothes, and I felt his hand go lower, and across my bottom.
I turned, annoyed, angry, I put my finger up in his face, and he grabbed my finger and twisted my hand back with it until I fell to the floor begging him not to hurt me. So this is how you end up with a cock in your mouth, on your knees with your index finger bent back, in pain wishing you weren't there. I put my face up to his zipper, my finger bent back further and I used my other hand to unzip him. It's not that at 33 I had never seen a cock, or a penis. I had just not ever seen the cock I was going to have to suck and probably fuck me.
I was hesitant, and he let go of my finger and grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head back. I had tears in my eyes, and snot in my nose, when I went back to sucking him. I thought to myself, it's just an act, that's all, it's not real. You've acted out all sorts of scenes, why not this one. By the time I was in the middle of the act, he pulled me up by the hair and told me to let him see what he was having after dinner. I let my clothes fall off slowly, he wanted tits, he told me. I took my hands away and he used his index finger to lift my tit, my tits no longer stood up on their own.
He had me help him out of his clothes, and once he was naked I went back down on my knees to suck him. This time there were no tears, I sucked him like in my mind women sucked men, I had no personal experience. He had me lay back on the bed, and hold my legs up in the air, apart, and he lowered his face between my legs to eat me. I had to catch my breath, this was no longer acting. I couldn't stop myself, I was getting wetter and wetter and I lost control for a split second.
He 'mounted' me like a mad man. In and in and in and in and in his cock went. My legs could not stay even, my back arched, he bit my nipple, before cuming in me. 33 and I had my first sperm load. He had me stay the night with him, shower with him in the morning. He had a before breakfast fuck with me, and by then he had my name, number, address and everything private about me. By then he knew exactly where I was going to be living.
I was now his sugar baby and he was now my sugar daddy. He paid the bills and I played the role for him. When my belly was so big that I could no longer see my toes, he turned me onto my hands and knees and I got fucked doggie. The money he donated bought a lot of improvements, the money he spent on me bought me for him. I learned a new role, a sugar baby is always waiting on her sugar daddy. And a sugar daddy knows his sugar baby is always waiting for him.
I had a girl and he let me name her. I named her Eve. She's so beautiful, it's hard for me to believe I made her. She's a natural, she dances for her daddy, she's very affectionate with him. I have to be like her, my sugar daddy wants me that way. It's an act I play every day now. So that my theatre has the money to do what it needs to.
I do continue to act in the theatre, now that I'm forty the roles I can play are more specific. Gone are the days of the wonder years when I was 20, I'm a sugar baby now and my sugar daddy takes care of me. And he says he's not the jealous type, he has to be kidding.
On that day I was 33 and I was working in a play by Agatha Christi, playing a middle aged woman who finds herself in a situation where she is accused of m****r. The dress was period, and the setting was a house in the country.
We were rehearsing for the play and the director, a nice gay man, called us together and told us that a benefactor was visiting and we needed to say hello to him. The man was somewhere between fifty and sixty, dressed like he owned the place, which he did right then because he had just made a three million dollar bequest to the theatre. The director chose me to walk him around and show him everything, the dressing room and the toilets, what his money was buying and what improvements were needed.
I was all business, dressed as I was in period costume. He listened and asked intelligent questions. I wanted to know where he made the kind of money that you can g*ft three million, but I kept my mouth closed about that. He asked me to dinner, at a restaurant that you never went to unless someone else was buying.
After dinner he took me by his apartment, high up with a view of the skyline. I didn't want to be there, but he didn't really ask either. I knew the code of the theatre, without benefactors everyone loses their jobs, ticket sales don't cover the salaries. I suppose a woman knows when a man is looking at her, the wolf in the tales of being caught alone in the woods. It did not surprise me when he put his hand on my shoulder, or when his hand fell to the small of my back. I was back in my street clothes, and I felt his hand go lower, and across my bottom.
I turned, annoyed, angry, I put my finger up in his face, and he grabbed my finger and twisted my hand back with it until I fell to the floor begging him not to hurt me. So this is how you end up with a cock in your mouth, on your knees with your index finger bent back, in pain wishing you weren't there. I put my face up to his zipper, my finger bent back further and I used my other hand to unzip him. It's not that at 33 I had never seen a cock, or a penis. I had just not ever seen the cock I was going to have to suck and probably fuck me.
I was hesitant, and he let go of my finger and grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head back. I had tears in my eyes, and snot in my nose, when I went back to sucking him. I thought to myself, it's just an act, that's all, it's not real. You've acted out all sorts of scenes, why not this one. By the time I was in the middle of the act, he pulled me up by the hair and told me to let him see what he was having after dinner. I let my clothes fall off slowly, he wanted tits, he told me. I took my hands away and he used his index finger to lift my tit, my tits no longer stood up on their own.
He had me help him out of his clothes, and once he was naked I went back down on my knees to suck him. This time there were no tears, I sucked him like in my mind women sucked men, I had no personal experience. He had me lay back on the bed, and hold my legs up in the air, apart, and he lowered his face between my legs to eat me. I had to catch my breath, this was no longer acting. I couldn't stop myself, I was getting wetter and wetter and I lost control for a split second.
He 'mounted' me like a mad man. In and in and in and in and in his cock went. My legs could not stay even, my back arched, he bit my nipple, before cuming in me. 33 and I had my first sperm load. He had me stay the night with him, shower with him in the morning. He had a before breakfast fuck with me, and by then he had my name, number, address and everything private about me. By then he knew exactly where I was going to be living.
I was now his sugar baby and he was now my sugar daddy. He paid the bills and I played the role for him. When my belly was so big that I could no longer see my toes, he turned me onto my hands and knees and I got fucked doggie. The money he donated bought a lot of improvements, the money he spent on me bought me for him. I learned a new role, a sugar baby is always waiting on her sugar daddy. And a sugar daddy knows his sugar baby is always waiting for him.
I had a girl and he let me name her. I named her Eve. She's so beautiful, it's hard for me to believe I made her. She's a natural, she dances for her daddy, she's very affectionate with him. I have to be like her, my sugar daddy wants me that way. It's an act I play every day now. So that my theatre has the money to do what it needs to.
I do continue to act in the theatre, now that I'm forty the roles I can play are more specific. Gone are the days of the wonder years when I was 20, I'm a sugar baby now and my sugar daddy takes care of me. And he says he's not the jealous type, he has to be kidding.
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