Addicted To My Sugar Daddy

by Mack Collins

  “So you’re still gonna lend me your black Gucci dress?” I asked her looking her straight in the face. At this point I did not know whether she would stick to her word and help me get ready for my date tonight.

  “Which one?” She asked curiously.

  “The black kimono sleeve dress, the one you wore to Andy’s birthday party last month,” I informed her. Andy was our mutual friend, a former classmate who had graduated with his bachelor’s degree in Computer Science. A few months ago we had reconnected with him via Facebook, and he had invited us both to a huge birthday dinner that he had last month to celebrate his twenty fifth birthday. While I had attended the formal event wearing my cheap department store dress, Suzie had pulled out the big guns and wore a stunning two thousand dollar, Gucci dress. All eyes were upon her that evening. I too was really impressed by the dress, the way it fit her perfectly, accentuated her curves in all the right places. I remembered asking her, where I could get one, not knowing the price at the time.

  “Two grand baby. Now don’t you wish you had a Michael in your pocket,” she had gloated. Michael Steele was a rich business mogul that she had been dating from late last year. Although he was slightly older than her, Suzie did not mind. He made up for their age difference by showering her with jewelery and other luxurious gifts. Frankly I did not know why Suzie kept her minimum wage part time job, when she had a wealthy man who was willing to take care of her and foot all her bills.

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  After we left work I stopped off at Suzie’s apartment to pick up the outfit and a pair of sexy black stilettos to wear with it. I also picked out another gorgeous lace red dress that I would wear the Saturday evening on my other dinner date. Both outfits could be paired nicely with the shoes I had picked out.

  “Thanks for letting me shop around in your closet,” I teased as I walked out of Suzie’s apartment with her clothes and shoes in my bag.

  She gave me a warm smile, assuring me that it was no problem. I promised to call her as soon as I got home that evening.

  “No matter what time you get home I want to hear ALL about it,” she said with a little smirk on her face.

  “I will,” I finally said, hurrying off to meet the cab driver that we had called to come pick me up. I did not want to keep him waiting too much; for fear that he may have increased the fee because of him having to wait for me.

  The drive from Suzie’s apartment to mine was a short one, about fifteen to twenty minutes. Upon arrival at my apartment complex, I quickly pulled out the white envelope that I had put my salary in and paid the ten dollar taxi cab fee. Today had been payday, and yet I was already almost down to my last few couple of dollars.

  I hated this life of poverty, living from pay check to pay check. It seemed like the only time I really had enough money to treat myself was at the beginning of the semester when I got my tuition refund check from the financial aid office. At that point I would usually catch up on my bills and try to save up for later on during the semester when I would desperately need the extra income.

  I stepped into my apartment feeling tired and spent, as I sat on my small couch, I pulled out the small white envelope that contained the balance of my salary. I had withdrawn the money on my way to Suzie’s apartment and placed it in my bag.

  “So that’s three hundred for rent, forty for electricity, thirty for water, and…” I flipped the white envelope inside out, in disbelief. All I had left was a lonely twenty dollar bill. How would I survive the next few weeks on only twenty dollars? What about food, toiletries, my phone bill?

  In that moment I happened to glance over at the small round wall clock. “Oh shit!” I gasped. It was seven twenty -five; I had less than five minutes to get ready for my date with Mike. We had agreed that he would pick me up at seven thirty. I must have spent way too much time over at Suzie’s apartment. Immediately I sprung to my feet taking hold of my mobile phone and rushed off into the shower. If he were to call I did not want to miss his call and so I kept my phone close by.

  Surely enough before I even got to the shower, my phone rang and Mike was on the other end of the line. He was calling to inform me that he was on his way to my apartment. In fact he was less than a mile away, and so I left the bathroom and went over to unlock the front door so he would not have to wait outside for me. I rushed back into the bathroom to take my quick shower.

  As I got out of the shower, I called out to Mike to see whether he was already in the apartment.

  “Yes sweetheart,” he called out from the living room, letting me know that he was very much present.

  I scurried into my clothes barely putting on any make up. Before long I was back into the living room to meet him. His eyes popped open as I approached him. I could see the look of admiration mixed with lust and desire in his deep hazel eyes.

  “Wow you look amazing,” he said taking my hand in his and planting a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

  A tiny shiver coursed through my body as his soft hot lips made contact with my flesh. His kiss was slow and his mouth lingered on the back of my hand, he lifted his head a little, directing his stare at me. I pulled my hand back abruptly trying hard to conceal my sudden nervousness.

  “Thank you. You look good too,” I finally said as we headed out the front door.

  My heart leaped with joy when I saw his luxurious looking BMW coupe parked out front. This car would definitely suit me, I thought to myself.

  As we rode out into the night his hand reached over to the side of his steering wheel and he pressed a small white button that automatically caused the top of the car to slide back, revealing the beautiful sky up above. I looked up in amazement, admiring the beautiful starry sky as we drove down the winding narrow road that led onto the highway.

  He focused his attention on the road, staring at me a few times with a faint smile on his face. “Damn he looked so handsome driving his sleek sports car,” I thought to myself as I watched him maneuver over and around the various pot holes that were in the road.

  It took us about half an hour to get to the highway, and soon we saw the city lights in the distance. The traffic was horrid but we engaged in lively conversation to help distract us from what was going on. Soon we made it to the exit leading to “Giorgio’s”, the restaurant where we would be having dinner.

  I quickly tried to fix my hair one last time, pulling out my lip gloss from my small clutch.

  “I’m sorry can I?” I asked before, uncovering the small bottle of cherry seduction lip gloss that I had in my hand.

  “Sure go ahead baby,” he said with a pleasant smile on his face. There was something about Mike that made me feel so comfortable to be around him.

  As we entered the restaurant, I could practically feel the stares. My heart thudded and my legs went numb. I was trying hard to keep up at a steady pace behind Mike.

  “Dinner for two,” Mike said to the hostess behind the booth at the entrance of the restaurant.

  “Name?” the middle aged blonde woman looked up at him with a huge smile on her face. Her eyes lit up as if she knew Mike.

  “Oh my Gosh, I’m so sorry Mr. Shutterland. Your table will be ready in a minute, please follow me,” she said in an almost frantic tone of voice.

  So the two of them did know each other. “Mr. Shutterland,” I thought to myself, trying hard to remember where I had heard that name before.

  Mike led me out to a table in the back, in a private room, the VIP area, I believe. He pulled out my chair, just like a true gentleman, standing while I took my seat. He soon sat down directly opposite me, locking gazes with me, while giving me a warm smile

  “Thanks for having dinner with me. You look amazing,” he complimented me once again.

  I gave him a shy smile, as I picked up the menu browsing through the list of dishes on it. Everything looked amazing. Giorgio’s was an elegant Italian restaurant, and most of the dishes had Italian names, but a short description of the ingredients was given at the bottom in English.

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p; A beautiful brunette walked up to our table to take our orders. She had a very pleasant tone of voice, and kept a huge smile on her face as she spoke to us. We both ordered the same dish on the menu.

  “I’ll have a bottle of your best red wine,” Mike said with a little smirk on his face.

  “You mean most expensive bottle of wine,” I teased giving him a little chuckle.

  A few minutes later the waitress was back with a small silver bucket of ice bearing a bottle of red wine in it. She popped the cork off the top of the bottle of red wine, and poured us both a glass of the wine.

  I pulled the drink closer to my lips, taking a slow succulent sip. “Yum…” I muttered closing my eyes and indulging in the smooth texture of the wine. Mike looked on and watched me sip on my drink over and over, closing my eyes and licking my lips as I went along. I was really enjoying the red wine.

  “Gosh, red wine before food,” he gave me a little weary look as he spoke.

  “I know right, it’s that good,” I smiled back at him. With that I took another slow long sip of the intoxicating drink.

  Soon the waitress brought us our food and we indulged in it while sipping on the red wine. We had a very interesting conversation about college life and the declining economy. Mike seemed to be very educated and I could not figure out why he would be stuck working at Joey’s bar instead of having a regular nine to five job.

  I finally mustered up the courage to ask him, why he was working at the bar. If he had money or if his family was really wealthy why would he be stuck in a minimum wage job? I just could not put the pieces of this puzzle together.

  “Me and Joey go way back, he’s like an uncle to me, my dad and him are great friends. I just got out of college and I’m still basically job hunting waiting for right job,” he said with a smile on his face.

  “And so you don’t really work at the bar?” I asked with a curious look on my face.

  “Well I have nothing doing anyways, why not just help him out in the evenings, besides I only work the weekends,” he finally said taking a sip of wine he had in his hand.

  I gave him a faint smile. He must have been the most honest, helpful guy I had met in my entire lifetime.

  “And Shutterland?” I continued.

  “That’s my dad’s name. The owner of Shutterland Manufacturing Industries he…”

  “Oh, now I know where I heard that name from, you guys did the renovations for the Annex down town right?,” I added with much excitement.

  I had heard of his father’s company, they have been excellent corporate citizens always giving back to the community, sponsoring events and donating to various charities. This must have been how the hostess knew him. It was all beginning to make sense to me. Maybe, I was not meant to be with an older man like my friend Suzie. Maybe I was not meant to have a sugar daddy. In that moment I began having series doubts about whether I should go on my date tomorrow with Mr. Alec Strong. I was fully content with the way in which my friendship with Mike was turning out. He had proven to be a kind and compassionate young man, who spoke well. I could definitely see myself being with him.

  We continued our dinner and concluded our night with a long stroll on the nearby beach. Taking in the beauty of the scenery while talking about our goals and future plans.

  At the end of the night Mike dropped me off at my apartment. The night had been going so good, that I did not want it to end. He got out of his car and walked me to the door like the gentleman that he was. As I got to the door, I turned around to wish him goodnight. Before I could even get the words out, his mouth captured mine in a deep a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together in the ecstasy of the moment, as his hand cupped my face gently.

  We finally broke away from our kiss, dizzy from the intensity of our brief moment of passion. My knees were weak and my heart thudded viciously as tiny spasm jolted through my entire being.

  I rushed inside immediately picking up my phone to call my best friend to dish out the details of my date to her.

  “Spill EVERYTHING?” Suzie commanded, laughing loud.

  I did not hesitate; I slowly began to tell her everything that had happened that night.

  We spent over an hour on the phone talking and joking around. Suzie also told me about her sugar daddy and the most recent set of gifts he had showered her with.

  “Before I forget, he’s getting me a Lexus, for my birthday!” she squeaked with much excitement on her voice.

  I gave a loud scream jumping up and down. “Black card baby!” we screamed together.

  “Hopefully you will get your dream car pretty soon, when you get back from your date,” she gave another loud raw of laughter.

  “What’s his name again? Your date tomorrow night what’s his name?” she continued

  “You mean Mr. Alec Steele,” I teased. Thinking about it now, I was beginning to really become anxious about meeting this blind date.

  I took a quick shower and headed to bed. I laid in my bed reminiscing about the events of the night. I was beginning to feel a connection to Mike, it was more than just a friendship, and it was becoming a full blown relationship, quick.

  As I closed my eyes, I drifted in deep thought, and images of Mike’s naked body walking across my living room surfaced in my mind. He had a lean, gorgeous body and he seemed to be hungry for my body.

  “I want you Liz,” he whispered in a seductive husky voice, as he took a series of slow deadly steps towards me.

  I turned over to the other side, gripping firmly onto my pillow. I was really going to savor in the moment and enjoy my dream. I must have really liked Mike because here I was dreaming about him, fantasizing about making love to him.

  I continued to dream some more, picturing Mike’s hot sweaty body on top mine, as he served me with several hard thrusts that had me moaning out in ecstasy. Over and over he plunged his huge dick deep down into my wetness, panting harder and harder as he fucked me.

  I bucked my pussy against his dick, my movements in perfect harmony with his as he penetrated my core. His tongue soon found my perky nipples as he teased and sucked my nipples, moving from the right to the left, gently tugging and pulling on each one with his teeth.

  Sensations gripped my entire body as his dick rammed my tight wet pussy. He was increasing my pleasure with his wicked tongue, lavishing my nipples with it. I threw my head back and let out several loud moans, gripping firmly unto the back of his head causing him to suck my nipples with much more vigor than before.

  After a while Mike increased the momentum of his thrusts and delivered several hard long thrusts causing me to moan out begging him to penetrate my moist heat some more.

  “Oh God Mike, don’t stop!” I moaned breathlessly, closing my eyes, and clenching my teeth together. His massive cock seemed to be almost too much for my somewhat tiny pussy hole. I would have asked him to stop but I was enjoying the sensations a little too much to be bothered with the slight pain that accompanied his thrusts. I tried hard to control myself, holding onto to his shoulders for support. He continued to give me quicker harder thrusts.

  Finally with a loud thunderous moan he exploded his load of cum into my hungry pussy. I moaned out almost together with him, my pussy quivering from the intensity of the penetrations that I had been receiving from Mike. With another loud moan, I too summited my earth shattering climax as my juices oozed out of my pussy and onto his waiting dick. It took me a few minutes to calm down from it all. He rolled over trying to catch his breath.

  “Amazing,” I said, complementing him on the great sex that we’d had. I suddenly opened my eyes, searching the room for Mike, but sadly he was nowhere in sight. It had been just another dream. I cursed myself under my breath. How could I have been so desperate for this young man?

  I closed my eyes and try to force myself to sleep. I felt a tiny tingle down below; I used my hand and slipped a finger under my night gown. I was dripping wet; the thin lace thong that I had been wearing was saturated with my juices. I was fully aroused
at just the thought of Mike. This was almost unbelievable, never in my life had I felt so horny, so desperate to be with a guy.

  My phone rang. Who the hell was calling me at that time of the night I said, looking over at the small alarm clock on my night stand. It was two o’clock in the morning.

  I answered with sleep in my eyes, too tired to even glance at the screen to watch my caller ID.

  “Hey sexy,” the voice on the other end of the phone said.

  It was Joey.

  “I’m lonely and horny,” he gave a little chuckle. “Can I come over?”

  I froze, unable to get the words out. I too was very horny, but I was horny for someone else.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I inhaled deeply then slowly let out the air. Trying to calm my shaky nerves had been the hardest thing to do tonight. “You look good,” I told myself in the full length mirror standing next to my closet. For some reason I was feeling very uneasy about what was going to happen tonight.

  It was Saturday evening and my date with Mr. Alec Strong, or the Yacht Man as Suzie referred to him, would be in the next hour. Pulling down on the tight figure hugging dress that I was wearing, I wiggled a little trying to get comfortable in my best friend’s outfit. It stopped a few inches above my knee, revealing my beautiful long legs. Looking at myself again, I adjusted the top part of the dress, ensuring that the deep v-cut was not too revealing. “Not too much cleavage,” I muttered to myself, pulling it up a little to cover up some more of the attractive bare flesh that led to my breasts. “Sexy NOT trashy,” I scolded myself.

  “Oh God, my hair,” I thought to myself frantically looking up at my small wall clock, ten minutes had already gone by and I had not accomplished anything much. My hair was in a mess, I had just got through blow drying it minutes earlier. Should I do an up do? Should I wear it down? Do I leave it straight? Should I put some curls in it…? What a dilemma!

  In that moment I wished I had taken Suzie’s advice and gone to get my hair styled by a professional earlier on during the day. I would have not had to deal with the crisis I was going through right now, if I had just listened to her. After all she was even willing to pay for the damn visit to the hair salon, but I had refused, saying it was too much of her. What the heck was I thinking? I sucked my teeth in exasperation, a nasty little habit I had picked up over the years.