by Amy Brent
“Please, no.” I didn’t think he’d really do that. He’d always told me that he’d never let anyone else have me. But perhaps I’d failed to know the specifics of his declaration.
“No? I think that’s my choice isn’t it, baby? Not yours, not now that you belong to me.”
He leaned in close. “It’s okay to like it. It’s okay to want it. Trust me, and tell me you do, baby. Tell me the idea of all of these men around you, makes you fucking wet for them.”
“It’s different.” I cried out.
“Tell me.” I didn’t want to hurt him, but it did turn me on, and not that I wanted them too.
“It’s not like you think. I want them to want me, to crave what they can’t have.” He made a moaning sound at that and steady stroked me.
“That’s the idea, baby. They all know they can’t have you and that’s what makes it hot for them too. But you know, I think you feel like being generous.”
I did. I wanted them to touch me, for their hands to be on me while Ross alone fucked me. I wanted them so close, gathered around so I could feel them near.
“A little.” I was too scared to admit it.
“Tell me.” His tone was demanding, and my heart beat faster as I prepared to explain.
“I want to feel their hands on me while you make me come.”
“That’s very generous. I told you, gentlemen, she was a special girl. Come and make her feel good.” There were more sounds of approval and then hands lightly touched me, fingertips. They rubbed arms first and then my breasts and nipples, at least four hands there. I knew the stroking hadn’t stopped, so for each hand, there was a new person. Then a hand stroked my tummy and drew soft circles around my naval and trailed down to my pussy where he rubbed my bare mound.
“She looks much younger, doesn’t she?” Ross said as I was lost in a sea of touch. There were at least ten men in the room besides Ross, and they were stroking my face and my lips and even my hair. It felt amazing, and after a moment, I was totally relaxed with Ross’s cock working me as the hands caressed me, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“Sure, you can rub it on her cheek.” Suddenly, there was a blunt, warm head stroking my cheek and it was so close to my mouth and nose that I could not only smell his come, but I could easily turn my head and pull him into my lips.
It was so tempting, but I wasn’t sure what Ross would think. Instead, I turned my head and let him rub my mouth. “Go ahead baby; I know you want to.” I did too, and so I opened my mouth and took the stranger’s cock as he stroked it. I worked it greedily and got a little rough considering it wasn’t nearly as big as I was used to.
After a moment of thinking how filthy I was, I came, clenching Ross’ cock. “That’s a good girl, come all over it. I love you so much, baby. Isn’t she a good girl?” The other sounded out their approval, and soon that cock pulled out, and I felt a hot splash of come hit my chest.
Then I heard shuffling, and another stepped up as Ross instructed and I tasted him too. One by one they came to me as Ross gave me orgasm after orgasm, but he never let them take me. Between cocks, I asked if I could see, and after clearing it with the men, Ross took off my blindfold, and I could see the variety of men who’d I’d been servicing. There were only fifteen men, including Ross, and each was truly handsome in their own way, their cocks each one so different, and yet so satisfying. They rubbed me, some still stroking their cocks and watching how Ross was fucking me. I was in heaven. But nothing compared to when Ross leaned down and kissed me as he came deep inside me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Tori. We’re going to have so much fun together.” I closed my eyes and smiled thinking of everything we’d have together. All of the things he’d learned during his days working for his friend had truly been to my benefit after all.
I closed my eyes and savored every minute.
*** The End***
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Sugar Daddies for Christmas
Description
Ida Reynolds had dreams of becoming a super model, but after high school, all her dreams fell apart. Her dad died, and they lost all their money and their home. She’s been cleaning with her mom ever since then.
Until she has a chance to star in the Paris Fashion Show. She thinks that this is her once in a lifetime chance to stop cleaning until she realizes that she can’t afford it.
One day, she sees her bestie, Amy from highs school on the street. Amy has completely changed from high school. She tells Ida that she’s a sugar baby and maybe if she gets Ida into the sugar baby competition that she’ll have enough money to go to Paris. Ida decides that she has no choice, especially when she learns that the lucky winner gets to spend not only one night with a sugar daddy but two with two sugar daddies.
Amy helps prepare her for the big day after Amy helps makes her a winner. Ida ends up spending it with the two men. Imagine her shock when she discovers that she doesn’t just have the best sex of her life, but she knows the true identity of Amy’s sugar daddy. And things are no longer smooth as she soon discovers that Ida needs to help her friend more than she ever knew and that could be mean giving up Paris. A sacrifice that she discovers she’s willing to make.
Chapter One
Ida
“Ida, did you hear us?” mom asks me, and all I can do is keep looking at my phone. I want to be a model, not a cleaner. Here I am in the one bedroom apartment looking at the email that I printed out earlier, wondering how I was going to tell her about the news. Unable to open my mouth, I nodded. What did she want me to say?
Dad died, by a drunk driver who got his just rewards. Guess who helped win the case. Seth, who gave mom a job of cleaning his offices. The business that he owned with this brother.
I sigh as I think about my life and the direction that it’s moving in, a completely different one to what I’d envisaged not so long ago. I’d finished high school a year ago and thought that I’d be on the cover of every magazine. My agent took my deposit and the company decided that I was part of the scam and didn’t hire me. They couldn’t proof it, but they said that my name was mud. No agency would touch me. I still work out when I can and keep a healthy diet, but my dreams and aspirations of being a catwalk model was down the drain until now.
“Yes, mom I heard you. Christmas is in Kansas this year. Right?”
“Flights are much more expensive there then they were last year. So, I need to save up and take on more shifts?”
I don’t want to take on more shifts because I want to be a model. I don’t want to be thirty and still sharing a one-bedroom apartment with mom. I love her to bits, but I feel at nineteen that I’m getting old before my time. I need a way to get out of this nightmare. The one that I’m facing at the moment, the question is how?
“Ida, your heads in the clouds again,” I speak, and you spend your time looking at the screen.
I smile, “Just watching the TV, mom.”
I'm hoping that she'll take the hint and leave me alone. I'm just not in the mood to have a conversation. Not today.
She laughs, “But, it’s not even on.”
She points to the television, and I know that it’s my chance to tell her the truth. I have a one in a lifetime opportunity which will not only benefit her but me too. This is what we deserve. Not this, being left penniless after dad was killed in a hit-run situation with no insurance. Not only on the car but his life too. The little money that they had in their savings lasted a while, but not forever. Mom had the opportunity to clean and when it was clear that I wasn’t going to New York. I had to join her too. I did it, thinking that it was a temporary situation and that our luck would change.
Now, my dream’s finally come true, and I want to tell her the truth. That we’re going to be okay. But as I look at her sky blue eyes that are so dull and she’s sitting on the sofa talking about Christmas. The time that we get to eat and drink and don’t
have to worry about our financial problems back home. Mom smiles in front of the whole family and tells them that everything’s getting better. A lie that she loves to tell because then they don’t look at us as if we’re poor. That sad look that appears in their eyes and every family member gets out whatever dollars is in their purse or wallet and dishes it out. That’s their way of feeling better; they don’t feel so bad on that one day. But the rest of the year, we hardly hear from them.
I can’t go and put on that smile. Right now, I feel as if I’m suffocating and need some air.
“Mom, I need to go buy milk.”
I don’t even wait for her to reply as I grab my coat and head out of the door. I can’t pretend tonight. Especially when I have too much on my mind.
***
As soon as I hit the streets and start wandering around aimlessly. I come across Amy. She was in the same predicament as I was only a few weeks ago. Now, she looks completely different as I notice her stopping and getting into a car, which seems to be her own.
“Amy, wait up!”
I shout from across the street. She takes off her sunglasses, even though in Iowa this time of year, there’s no need for them.
“Ida, I never saw you over there. Its been a long time.”
I laugh, “Not that long. Only a year. But if this is your ride then it feels a lot longer.”
Amy had the same dreams and aspirations as I used to have about being a supermodel. We were supposed to get our high school diploma and get the fuck out of Iowa. We even had a calendar with our final date in school, and then after graduation, she disappeared and so did her family.
She giggles, “I’ve got so much to tell you. Do you have time?”
I sigh, thinking that time is all I have these days. My eyes become stuck on her shopping bags and most of all on her black convertible. I decide that she must have a rich boyfriend. There’s no way that she paid for this herself.
Her mom was single like mine, but she never knew her dad. He ran off according to her mom, the moment she was born. Others in town say that it was before then. Either way, she never knew him, and I wonder who was better off. Her for not knowing her dad, or me for knowing mine and knowing what he was really like behind closed doors.
“Sure, that’s all I have. Time,” I shrug, and maybe she can see the sadness in my eyes.
She points to the nearest Starbucks and says, “What about there?”
I cringe at the idea of us drinking there. I may just ask for a glass of water because that’s the only thing I can afford in there. Maybe she sees the awkwardness on my face, because she says, “Don’t worry. I’m paying.”
I nod my head and think of the relief of her paying and then I have this guilt. The same one that I do every time someone sees me and says that they’ll pay. It must be written all over my face that I have no money and judging by her Gucci watch and matching handbag, she has plenty of it.
I repeat the word, “Sure.”
She loops her hand into my arm, and for a split second, I feel normal once again. Like the good old days, when I had hopes and dreams. Before they were crushed, and I realized that not only did I have nothing now, but it’ll be the same next year and the year after unless I make a change. The problem was I just didn't have a clue how I was going to do that.
Chapter Two
Ida
I looked at the menu written on the wall, and it felt as if it was written in Spanish. I soon realized that I was so out of it. I’d not gone out for a drink, let alone a coffee since High School. Before dad died and we became penniless. That’s when everything changed for the worse, and they just don’t seem to be getting better.
“Smile, it’s not that bad,” Amy says as she lays the coffee which she chose for us and I see that she’s brought some muffins too. I hate to admit that her that I’m starving. It’s October, and mom’s got us on a tight budget just so that we can afford to go to Kansas. Something that I don’t feel like doing right now. Not only because of the distance but the long bus ride. That's’ the only way we can afford to go and everything stops as a result of it. The little treats that we could afford if she weren't trying to save every single penny.
“Muffins, you didn’t have to get me one too.”
She sits down and says, “Really. You look as if you can do with some fattening up. I know that we said that we want to be models, but we don’t have to starve ourselves these days. Times have changed. Besides plus-size gets you more money.”
I notice that she passes both muffins to me and I shake my head and pass one back to her. She laughs, “You need fattening up. Not me.”
She gets up again, and I notice that her chest is big. God, I don’t even want to know what size it is, but as she removes her fur coat and puts it on the back of her chair. I realize that her waist is so small that I can easily put my hand around it. Not both of them, just one.
Her once dark hair, is now blonde and even her brown eyes are now blue. I’m eating the chocolate muffin and trying to hide the way that it tastes so good and I want to stuff it in my mouth with both hands.
“Steady on girl. You want more. It’s no problem?”
I shake my head and don’t try to talk as I’m stuffing the muffin in my mouth. She laughs, “Take it easy. I’m not in a hurry. Do you have to be somewhere? I hope your mom’s doing okay?”
I frown as I put the muffin down.
“Mom’s fine,” I clear my throat trying to disguise how I feel about mom at the moment. She’s on a thin line. She walks around as if she’s fine, but sometimes at night if she thinks that I’m sleeping. I hear her crying. All night long.
“Anyway, I don’t have to be anywhere right now.”
I sip as I think about my shift starting in about three hours. Mom’s managed to secure two jobs. So, not only do we have Seth’s offices to clean. But his brother’s too. Therefore, we do Garretts’ in the morning and then his brother’s at night. I’m trying to hide the fact that I’ve already been working a six-hour shift and it’s only two in the afternoon, and I’ll be doing the same thing in the next couple of hours. I’m exhausted, tired and so frustrated and the last thing I want to do is talk about my sad pathetic life.
“Tell me. Why the big…” I emphasize her chest with my hands, and she smacks them away.
“New hair, eyes, boobs and eye lashes. Did you win the lottery?”
She smiles, “Something like that.”
I shake my head, “I never play. I never think that I’m going to win. And I can’t afford to throw away money.”
My hand starts tapping on the table because I think about the opportunity. The one that may get me out of this nightmare of a life and decide that maybe, just maybe Amy will give me the money to do what I need to do.
She sighs, “I have a friend who pays for everything. That’s his car that he bought in my name. I live over in Lake Bluff and everything you see, he paid for it.”
“Wow, some friend. I need one of those,” I sigh as I think about the fact that Amy said the word friend and not boyfriend.
“Your boyfriend’s rich if he’s got you living in Lake Bluff and paying for all those things. Damn, where did you meet him?”
She takes a quick sip of her coffee and then waves her finger, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my sugar daddy.”
She says it proudly as I stare at her, wondering if this is some joke.
“Your what?”
She lifts her finger to her lips. That’s when I notice that they’re full, nothing like when she was in high school, she used to have thin lips like mine. Everything about her's changed, and by the look of things, nothing’s natural which must be courtesy of her sugar daddy.
“It’s true. I met him one day and then from then onwards he gave me a contract, and we have an arrangement. It’s so much better than modeling. We had our eyes on such small things back then,” she giggles and then uses both hands to lift up her coffee, and that’s when I notice the sparkling diamond ring on her finger.
