Addicted To My Sugar Daddy

by Mack Collins

  Sugar Daddies are waiting to connect with you right now. Guys willing to spoil you beyond belief.

  Although I hated to admit it, I did need the financial assistance. In that moment I did something I was definitely not proud of. I paid the membership fee and continued the registration process. “It’s official I’m a high class prostitute,” I said to myself confessedly.

  Had somebody told me that this would have been how my night would have ended I would have called them a liar to their face. But here I was joining a website in hopes of meeting a man older than me to spoil me a little or in other words assist me in my current financial situation.

  Images of the luxurious sports car I had seen early on during the day resurfaced in my mind as I browsed through the various profiles in my area. “Miami’s a large place; maybe I’ll meet a complete stranger. Someone whom I did not have any mutual friends with,” I tried to console myself. My biggest fear was meeting one of my parents’ friends or colleagues. They would just kill me if they found out that this was what I was up to while in college. I could actually hear my father’s firm gruff voice scolding me and demanding that I return home, and go to Dober College, which was much closer to home, about ten minutes away.

  There were three profiles’ that did somehow manage to capture my attention. They were all in the Jacksonville area, which was a good distance from where I stayed in Miami city, I thought to myself, trying to decide whether I wanted to send them a quick introductory message.

  “What the hell, it can’t hurt,” I finally said to myself as I typed the short, very brief message to the three men that captured my attention.

  Hi, I’m Liz. I’m new to this site, I saw your profile and you look like an interesting guy. I am in college and I would love to get to know you some more if you’re free for drinks or something. Cheers!

  I read over the message one last time before sending it out to all three of the men. With one click I sent the three messages out. Clasping my hands together, I actually said a prayer, “Lord, please help me meet a genuinely great guy, no psychos please,” I said with my eyes closed and my head bowed.

  I had heard the many horror stories of young women who meet these men online, only to be murdered and kidnapped by these psychotic criminals who hide behind their computer monitors. Feeling a bit hungry, I rose up out of my seat, and headed to my kitchen to find a snack and some juice.

  “Fuck, I hate this life of poverty,” I muttered to myself, as I slammed the refrigerator door shut. There was practically nothing to eat, just some water and ice. In that moment I thought to myself, “if I had a sugar daddy, my fridge would be stocked, as a matter of fact, I would not even be hungry at this point in time.”

  I took my glass of water and headed back to the computer. Looking into my email inbox I realized that there were no messages. The sound of a strange ring tone caught my attention. Did I change the song I had as my ring tone? I looked over to the coffee table where my phone was charging, it was not ringing. This seemed to be the strangest thing; I was the only one who lived in the apartment. I stood up to my feet searching everywhere for this device that the sound was emanating out of.

  “Found it,” I said to myself, picking up the blackberry phone from between the corners of the cushions on the couch. I looked at the phone it was definitely not my phone or Suzie’s for the matter. Whose phone was it? Had somebody broke into my apartment? And if so why was nothing stolen?

  The sudden knocking at the front door disturbed my thinking. “Who could it be?” I wondered as I slowly walked across to the front door, unsure as to whether I should open the door.

  “Who is it?” I called out from behind the door where I was hiding. If it was an intruder or someone out to hurt me, they would have to go through the door first before getting to me.

  “It’s me,” the voice replied. I realized that I knew the voice; it was the same voice that I had heard several times before.

  I opened the door, “Joey?” I said in disbelief. “You’re back I continued opening the door to let him in.

  “Have you seen my mobile phone?” He asked with a worried look on his broad face. He look so tired and worried, I could tell that he had a long night.

  I quickly walked over to the coffee table where I had placed the phone, picked it up and headed back towards the door.

  “Here you go, I was wondering whose phone it was,” I said locking gazes with him. It had been a few hours since our last encounter and he seemed to have gone home and freshened up a bit. I could smell the sweet refreshing smell of the cologne that he wore. He was dressed in a simple polo shirt and khaki pants.

  As I handed him the phone, our hands made contact and an instant fire was ignited within me.

  “Do you want to come in?” I said stepping away from the door, opening it wider so that he could come in.

  “Thanks,” he replied, walking in slowly, his eyes examining every inch of my quaint little apartment.

  I offered him a drink but he kindly declined saying that he had just eaten at home and was too stuffed to eat anything else. While he was surveying my apartment I was surveying his body. He had the body of a twenty year old, bulky and full of energy.

  In that moment I wanted to have sex with him, to make love to him, to let him ram his cock into my pussy. But I decided to try to relax and allow him the opportunity to come onto me, if he really wanted to be with me.

  “So Liz thought you’d be asleep by now,” he said taking a seat on the couch next to me. I could not help but wonder whether this would be like the first time, where we started kissing but it had led to nothing. I threw my head back unto the couch and let out a little sigh followed by a soft gentle moan.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Can I get you some water or something?” I asked, in my mind I was secretly hoping that his answer would be “no”. I had just offered him a drink to be polite. But I knew full well that the only thing I had in my empty fridge was water. I stood up waiting for his answer. I could see the look in his eyes, he looked hungry but I knew it was a desire filled hunger. The only thing he probably wanted to taste or drink at that time was probably my sweet wet pussy. As I headed towards the small kitchenette, I was stopped short in my steps. His hand gripped firmly onto mine, as he took a few slow deadly steps.

  I backed away, stopping only when my back hit the wall. With nowhere else to go, our lips were mere inches apart. Joey leaned in closer and captured my lips with his hot desire filled mouth. I was a little puzzled by his actions. This was the same man who earlier on during the evening had made it clear that he did not want to have sex with me considering my present state of mind. Maybe he had left his phone at my apartment as an excuse to return? Or maybe he just could not get enough of me and had to come back?

  Whatever his reasons were, I was happy to have him back in my apartment. This time, I would ensure that we had a good time before he left. I kissed him back passionately transferring the urgency and hunger from my body to his. He went wild, his hand moved lightly all over my body, stroking my flesh inch by inch. I moaned out of pleasure, closing my eyes while we continued to lock lips.

  Our tongues danced together in the ecstasy of the moment, as we caressed each other’s bodies with our hands. Finally his tongue left mine and he began his downward journey, stopping at the nape of my neck, caressing the tender flesh there, licking and sucking it. “You’re so sweet,” he whispered in a husky voice, kissing my flesh hard. So hard that I winced and tried to break free from his firm grasp.

  Upon realizing that I was in pain, he released my flesh from his mouth and slowly left the part of my neck where his kisses had been lingering upon. A red spot was left on my skin; I knew that when Suzie saw this love bite, she would have the time of her life laughing at me.

  “Oh God. I want you so much,” he panted, stripping me of my black tube dress, with much more force than was needed. His voice was husky and his breathing was heavy, he was like a lion that had captured its prey.

  I
could feel the coolness of the A/C on my bare skin. My nipples had also become very hard as a result of Joey’s caress and the coolness of the room.

  “Take me now,” I whispered to him, leaning against the wall. I parted my legs allowing him easy access into my temple of delight. I feared that if I did not hurry, he might have changed his mind just like he had done a few hours before.

  His lips came crashing down on my perky nipples, taking them into his mouth one by one, kissing teasing and sucking each one. His hand ran freely all over my body, stroking almost every inch. My body seemed to ache for him and the desire to feel him inside me grew more and more intense, almost to the point where it was unbearable.” NOW, Joey!” I moaned louder, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it harder unto my nipples.

  He increased his suction and was now sucking my nipples with much more vigor than before, pulling back occasionally with the nipple still in his mouth giving it a tender bite. I moaned out, with each long hard suck, bucking my body against his. Finally he slowly released my nipples and braced me against the wall while hoisting one of my legs upwards, all the way up to his shoulder. With one of my legs elevated and the other leg on the floor, he pulled down his pants, unbuckling the belt quickly. I looked deeply into his eyes that were now enflamed with desire; I heard the sound of the zipper he was pulling down. He whipped out his massive cock. I shifted my gaze from his eyes to the lower part of his body, looking downwards I caught a glimpse of his dick, it was beautiful. I swallowed hard trying to take in some air to brace myself for what was to come.

  “You want this,” he said gritting his teeth while stroking his dick with his hand. Working his hand up and down his shaft rapidly.

  “Tell me …I want your cock master,” he demanded in a husky voice. His hand suddenly grabbed a portion of my hair and recklessly pulled my head closer to his face.

  “Oh, God, I want your cock master,” I moaned out desperately. I did not even care about what he was asking me to say. I just repeated his every word. He seemed to be getting turned on by having me beg for his dick and I just did not mind at all.

  “No say it louder than that. Like you really mean it,” he ordered with a little anger on his face, while he continued stroking his dick with his other hand.

  “I want your COCK master!” I shrieked, licking my lips afterwards. Satisfied that his dick was fully erect at the degree that he wanted, he quickly ripped off the thin layer of the lace thong that I had been wearing, and tossed it to the side.

  “Stupid thongs, I hate those,” he muttered whimsically grabbing hold of my nipples again with his mouth. This time he was not as gentle as he had been minutes earlier.

  He was hungrier, more desperate than before. His kisses seemed to bruise my nipples as he pulled and tugged each of them one. His hands trailed downwards to my swollen clitoris, and he teased it, brushing his index finger against it lightly. Tiny spasms gripped my body as he used his thumb and index finger to massage my clit, heightening my arousal with almost every movement. My pussy was wet and getting even wetter. He made pleasurable sounds as he continued to suck on to my now tender nipples.

  Finally he released my nipples from his hunger mouth, but the teasing did not stop there, he was now talking dirty to me, whispering obscenities and asking me questions. I moaned as he rammed two of his long large, masculine fingers inside my moist core.

  “You like that? Don’t you?” He asked giving me a delicious stare as he flicked his finger deep down inside my pussy. I nodded my head enthusiastically unable to get the words out.

  “SAY IT! I want to hear you beg me for my cock,” his voice was husky and dominating.

  “Yes, Yes!!!” I moaned out loud, bucking my wet pussy against his hand, as he continued probing my insides.

  “You want me to fuck you don’t you? You want me to ram my dick into that tight little pussy of yours. Don’t you?” He asked in a thunderous voice.

  This time he seemed to thrust his fingers harder inside my pussy with every word almost as if he was trying to emphasize his point. I moaned out louder, I had never before in my life experienced such a mixture of pain and pleasure. I was comfortably content with the way he was dominating over my body. I wanted to be his little sex slave. I wanted him to destroy my pussy.

  Finally with a swift movement he turned me around. I was now facing the wall with my back towards him. I felt his hand pressing against my back, forcing me to bend over. Gripping onto the wall I bent over propping my ass out to meet him. Suddenly I jerked forward letting out a loud shriek, I could hear him laughing in the background as he delivered another loud hard smack unto my bare bum. “Welcome to the jungle said the spider to the fly,” he teased as he delivered another hard smack. He gave me another smack and then another and another.

  “Now I want you to take every inch of my dick inside your fun box, okay sweetness,” he whispered in a very threatening manner. Before I could even turn around to see the look on his face or ask what the heck my fun box was, I felt the sudden massive intrusion forcing its way upwards into my anus. I let out a writhe of pain, the penetration was too intense.

  He stopped midway, and pulled back a little. I remained in position, curiously waiting for his next move. Soon something else soon made contact with my anus, but it was not Joey’s massive cock, it was something delicious, hot and wet. It was his tongue. He flicked his tongue, over and around the tight hole, sending shockwaves through my entire body. I tried to grip on to the wall for support, but I couldn’t.

  He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what he was doing because he made several pleasurable sounds, while his hand parted my ass cheeks further as he pushed his face deeper between them. His tongue lingered upon my asshole, giving it several long upward licks and then flicking it at the entrance of the anus. He pulled away one more time, swabbing my anus with his saliva, before penetrating it again. This time he used his cock and plunged it deep down inside the tight hole.

  “Oh my God!” I wailed closing my eyes and clenching my teeth trying hard to bear the pain. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss in the center of my back.

  “Just relax baby. Let big daddy take care of you,” he whispered as he began to slowly thrust his massive cock inside my back door.

  He somehow managed to stretch his hand out and under to the point where his index finger was now gently rubbing against my clit, stimulating me while fucking my tight ass hole. In and out he shoved his dick, increasing his momentum as he went along, gripping firmly on to my bottom as he served me with a series of thrusts that had me literally screaming out in the delirium of the moment. I could tell that he was about to cum from his hard panting and hard thrusts. With a loud thunderous groan he gave a mighty thrust and exploded his load of hot wet cum inside my anus.

  As he pulled out the cum slowly slipped out of my ass hole and ran all the way down to my pussy while the rest dripped to the floor. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my back.

  “I’m sorry about that doll. I wanted to be gentle but you were so amazing, I couldn’t even control myself,” he said before gently stroking the flesh of my ass cheeks where he had been pounding severely. He led me to the sofa, saying that it was my turn to have some fun.

  “Sit,” he instructed politely, he then gently spread my legs and brought his head down wards, between my thighs.

  His hot, wet tongue, made contact with my moist flesh and he gave my tender flesh a long lingering suck. My body quivered as he continued licking and sucking almost every inch of my pussy.

  “Ahhh Yeah,” I moaned licking my lips. My juices were now flowing freely.

  He gave me several long licks before focusing on my clitoris for a while, licking and flicking his tongue over it. It felt amazing, I was in pure ecstasy. I held onto the back of his head, keeping it secure in the position it was in, as he pleasured me over and over with his wicked tongue.

  I could feel my cum approaching and I gripped firmly unto the cushions on the couch, clenching my teeth together while
closing my eyes. My legs stretched out viciously as his tongue made its way deep inside my wet cunt. I let out a loud moan as he flicked his tongue over and over inside my moistness. I could not control my body after a while. My movements were controlled by his tongue and I did not care, it felt good. With a loud stretched out moan, I reached my climax and released my cum unto to his waiting tongue. He sipped it all up to the very last drop, saying that it was just as delicious as he had thought it would have been.

  “Really,” I teased, trying to wake his sleeping dick once more. He did not resist, he allowed me full access to his dick.

  I brought my tongue to meet it, licking and sucking it hard, trying desperately to get it to a degree of hardiness that was unknown to him.

  “Oh God, are you trying to get a round two out of me?” He teased moving his hips against my mouth forcing his dick to move around in my hot mouth.

  The sound of his cell phone ringing distracted us both. “I have to get this call,” he said walking away to the corner of the room to answer his mobile phone.

  “Don’t get on me about it, I told you I’ll be home in a minute. I was just getting the phone now,” he said on the phone to the person at the other end of the line. I watched curiously, wondering what he could be possibly talking about. After he got off the phone, he quickly scrambled to find all his clothing and informed me that he had to leave now; he seemed to be in a rush to get wherever he was going.

  In the moment I heard Suzie’s voice, warning about all his baggage. Did I just have sex with a married man? I could hardly believe how my night was turning out; it was like a world wind of events. It had gone from bad to good, then to bad again. Putting on his clothing, he finally got up and got ready to leave.

  “That was amazing,” he reassured me as he leaped towards the door with his cell phone in hand. I walked over to the window and watched as his truck sped off.

  “Damn! He must have really been in a hurry,” I thought to myself.