A Sugar Daddy’s Secret

by Kathleen Hill

  “Oh my God. That’s such a beautiful cock. And it’s huge.”

  She reached out and clasped it with both hands. She didn’t have a choice. That was the only way that she would be able to hold onto it. her eyes grew wide with fear and desire. This was a real man.

  His member looked so swollen. The large, purple head seemed like it was about to explode. She reached out and licked it, closing her eyes and savoring the precum. She kept the firm member between her two hands, exploding with her lips and tongue. Not only was it more beautiful than human cock, it also tasted better. Like a piece of expertly cooked steak, which of course had been skillfully seasoned.

  Chapter 9

  Colin

  Fuck! He'd never seen his cock so full of virile juice and ready to explode. It tingled. For a moment he feared that it might be too big for her. But he could see from the way she was spreading and leaking on the bed, that she would be able to take every single inch in that sweet, pearly pussy. He pushed the swollen inside and growled. It felt so good, so tight. A perfect fit.

  “I love the way you fit around my cock. It’s incredible.”

  Her eyes were wild with lust as her fingers danced down his chest. She had fully turned. She was ready to give him all of her love, to match his energy, tangle with him, push and pull, toss and turn. Most women would quickly fold and submit whenever the jostling began, unable to appreciate the subtle pleasures of erotically charged competition.

  He grabbed her hips and thrust back and forth, driving his dick deeper and deeper as she cried out for him to fuck her harder and harder. He slipped two pussy juice slicked fingers into her tight asshole. She gasped. Her mouth opened wide. Her pale flesh turned a shade of light red. She handled each one of his powerful grunting thrusts. Nibbling on her shoulder, delicately marking her as his. He cock fucked her hungry pussy and finger fucked her tight but wet ass. When her body shook, ripple of delight traveled across her flesh, causing all of her to jiggle. That was so damn sexy! He couldn’t hold back. Animal instincts took hold of him. He sniffed and then licked the sweat that pearled her flesh, so sweet and delicate and alabaster. Staring at her beautiful body and face was nearly too much for him, he quickly turned her over. It was all that he could do to control myself.

  “Get up on all fours.”

  He slapped her ass and yanked her hair. She screeched but didn’t resist. Very good. I’m glad he'd found that place where she would allow him to dominate. He couldn’t wait to learn that story.

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  His hand landed several times hard and flush on her sweet cheeks.

  “Yea, yes! That feels so good! Don’t stop!”

  Slap! Slap! Slap!

  He loved to hear her beg, loved to see how that cute ass would wiggle and jiggle. She turned, complete submission in her eyes. He smiled and stroked his dick back and forth. He couldn’t wait to feel her pussy’s tight coils wrapping around him as he penetrated deeper and wider, fitting perfectly into her pleasure grooves. That coiling was unlike anything that could be experienced with a human woman. Their pussies had not been made to perfectly accommodate us.

  “Do you like when I slap your ass?”

  “Yes, yes please. I love it.”

  Smack! Smack! And then he pushed the huge head of his cock inside of her. He quickly spun it in, then unscrewed it. He repeated that action several times. They smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes. It had been so long since he'd been able to experience such an intense pleasure. He screwed all the way out. He'd forgotten how incredible women could be. She deserved a good licking—from her ass to deep inside her hungry cunt cave. He bent down and pressed his face into her ass. The smell made him brick hard. Desire fired through his loins. He sniffed and smelled. The primal odor brought back memories of distant lands—lands that he'd only traveled to in his wildest imaginings. He massaged his nose around the rim of the puckered hole. He sucked on one of his fingers, made sure it was nice and slick with saliva, then he pushed it inside of ass.

  She threw her head back and moaned, wriggled her ass in his face. She had the audacity to reach back and push force his face even deeper into her. There was no need for her to do any more. He could appreciate a subtle hint. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, then slithered around rim. Within seconds a sweet, liquid secretion began seeping from her ass. This form of female semen was source of greater force and strength for the men of his race. Only women at the peak of her sexual powers and incredibly turned on was capable of secreting such fluids. He took every single last drop into his mouth.

  When he was done feasting on her delectable ass, he lifted her into his arms and screwed his cock into her again. They fucked in that upright position, scratching and clawing at each other, moving closer and closer to the edge of ecstatic release and he could no longer hold it in and he felt his semen gathering in his balls.

  While he held her in the air, she screamed, legs beginning to shake compulsively, holding onto him for dear life. Moments later they fell onto the bed, trembling, shaking, dripping, sweating.

  He'd never really enjoyed post-coital talk. But it felt so natural having her lay on his chest and gaze into his eyes. This was a tenderness that he had never known. Something that he had never imagined. She had already pierced the armor around his heart. A deep blow. No pain, though. Only the pleasure and a deep sense of contentment with life. He suddenly felt a renewed purpose.

  There would be more to his life than business deals and run ins with the law. There would be more to his life than living out the role of a bad boy, outsider. For once, he could see myself mating, starting a family, settling down, becoming a husband.

  What was the point of this great wealth and success if there was no one to share it with? He looked forward to sharing, doing so abundantly.

  A couple weeks later, Samantha’s feature article was published. It immediately went viral. The public was divided over whether or not his people should be allowed to continue living in the country. But the feeling among his people was nearly unanimous. It was time for them to leave. They needed to search for a new home.

  “Are you willing to leave everything behind and come with me?” Colin asked her.

  They gazed deeply into each other’s soul. Her nodded up and down. She leaned her head into his chest.

  He wrapped his arms around her. They kissed gently on the lips. Finally, he had found his woman.

  THE END

  Bonus 13 of 20

  Soul Mates

  Description

  Rory wants nothing more than to put the past behind her. She ran off to New York city to become famous when she was eighteen-years-old to be discovered. But her only discovery was finding that city is cruel and expensive. She dreams of going to college and bettering herself while she waits tables and barely makes ends meet.

  Michael Venture is a famous billionaire who uses his fortune to change the world. On the outside, he’s charming and refined, but he holds a terrible secret. He’s a being from another world sent to protect the Earth from monsters that want to take it for their own.

  When Rory and Michael meet, she can’t help but feel that she knows him from somewhere and that feeling intensifies with each passing moment. Are they about to embark on a whirlwind love at first sight romance or are they soulmates meant to find one another over and over again?

  Chapter 1

  “Reports of a mysterious crime fight continue to come in. Witnesses report a man in a hooded jacket with tails coming to their aid during robberies, assaults, and other crimes,” the newscaster’s voice amusingly announced. “That’s right channel five viewers. What makes several of these cases strange is that they apparently involved deranged individuals, and some of the witnesses even described them as monsters. I guess it’s a good thing that this mysterious stranger is here to protect us all.”

  “What is this, a living comic book?” Rory complained as she adjusted her waitress uniform in the reflection of the diner’s window. Her boss had the televisi
on glued to channel five for a solid week since the stories of the renegade hero started being covered.

  “Who knows,” her coworker, Max, who worked in the kitchen called out. “I’ve got this theory that some rich philanthropist is behind it. Good Samaritan billionaire by day, vigilante of justice by night.”

  “I think you’ve been reading too much Batman,” Rory replied with an eye roll. At that moment the news segment changed to a story about how British billionaire Michael Venture had recently moved to New York City and was already putting his money to charitable good. “...or not.” She corrected, feeling a bit guilty that she was watching the segment instead of cleaning tables, but the diner was dead.

  Michael Venture's face was young, he might have been thirty years old at most. “Must be nice,” Rory despaired. The girl was trying to save up for college and was failing miserably. She had been one of those eighteen-year-old girls who went to New York to be in the big city and get discovered. She was twenty-three now, practicality and desperation taking over. She took any job she could so she could earn a degree, but with rent and other things, she just couldn’t get ahead.

  “Rory, I’m cutting you. Go home.” Her manager swept in from the back room and made her jump out of her skin.

  “No please! I need the money.”

  Her manager looked around the empty diner. “There’s no one here, Rory. You can watch TV on your own time.”

  Fighting the urge to glare at him, she grabbed her sweatshirt and keys and hit the street. “Maybe I should have gone into stripping after all.” It might have given her a reputation, but she’d be much more financially stable.

  She was two blocks from home when she noticed someone following her. Rory cursed because she did not have the energy to deal with a wacko. This was the one thing she missed about the Connecticut suburb she grew up in. She never needed mace.

  “Hand over the money and nobody gets hurt.”

  Rory fought the urge to panic, but also tried to not make a situation worse. “Leave me alone,” she pleaded, “I barely have enough to make my rent.”

  “Me too, sister,” the mugger said as he approached her in a ski mask. “That’s why I’m robbing you.”

  Rory heaved a sigh, she was too bitter about everything wrong in her life to cry. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her tip money. “Here. That’s all I have.”

  The man snatched it from her and counted it. “Good, good, what else do you have?”

  “Nothing!” Rory exclaimed. “I’m practically broke. I gave you all the money on me and you have the nerve to want more?”

  The mugger pointed his pocket at her like there was a gun inside it. “I can think of something else you can give me…” Even though she couldn’t see his face, his voice insinuated terrible things. Rory stared at the mugger with wide eyes. Was it really coming to this?

  Just when Rory was convinced that she was going to get raped or killed, someone came to her rescue. They kicked the mugger out of the way and when the criminal went to use his gun, his hand was frozen like he was paralyzed. The assailant brandished an umbrella at the mugger and Rory thought she was losing her mind because she could have sworn she saw a white light spinning out of the tip of the umbrella as it opened and closed.

  “What the hell is this?” the mugger asked.

  “Ge out of here!” the stranger exclaimed, “But not before you give that girl her money back.”

  The mugger dropped the money before he dashed into the darkness. It was then that Rory noticed the jacket with the tails and underneath his hood, the man wore a mask over his eyes.

  “You’re that guy from the news.”

  He nodded and offered her his hand. She couldn’t see all of his face but she noticed his deep blue eyes behind his mask and he had dark brown hair that was cut in a short but stylish way. “Yes, I am,” he replied and Rory noticed his accent right away. She thought of the news segment she watched in the diner and didn’t know whether to laugh or check her temperature.

  “Are you Michael Venture?” Rory asked.

  The man looked at her dumbfounded before he grabbed her roughly by the arm and drew her close to him so he could whisper in her ear. “How do you know who I am?”

  Rory was shocked that her hunch had been correct. “I saw you on the news. It seemed obvious that you have multiple coals in the fire.” She put her hands on his gripping fingers. “Thank you for saving me.”

  The man seemed to relax a bit. “You needed saving. That’s why I’m here.”

  Rory furrowed her brow, trying to understand. “I’d ask why, but I probably should get home before another mugger gets the chance to rob me.”

  The masked man smiled faintly for a moment before he stopped her. “Actually, I have a proposition for you.”

  Rory’s mind instantly went back to the worst-case scenario, of what the mugger had been insinuating. Why the hell had she left her mace at home. “Proposition... besides seeing your face on television I don’t know you from Adam!”

  “Give me a chance,” Michael Venture assured, “You can trust me.”

  Chapter 2

  He led her to fancy car with blacked out windows. Rory felt dirty as she slid into the passenger seat. Michael Venture removed his mask and Rory took in his unobstructed face. He was handsome and the more she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. Maybe it was because she just saw him on television but something made her feel nostalgic.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  Michael looked at her. “Wherever you want.”

  “My apartment,” Rory answered, still not sure how she felt about being alone with him. “After you tell me about this absurd proposition.”

  “Very well,” he began. “When that man was attempting to you, I overheard that you are in need of money.”

  Rory felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Yeah... getting cut at the diner doesn’t help.”

  “Well I have tons of money and I would love to help you out.”

  Rory felt a strange mix of emotions at his offer. While it would significantly help her, she couldn’t help but feel like one of his charity cases. Then she couldn’t help but wondering when this was going to take a turn for the worse and grabbed onto the door handle in case she needed to make a getaway. “Well that’s nice of you, I guess. What’s the catch?”

  Michael Venture looked at her intently. “You were able to see through my disguise, you knew who I was. I need someone to assist me in my crusade. Someone to help me differentiate my affairs.”

  “Are you asking me to be your assistant?” Rory asked with an eyebrow raised.

  “If you want to consider it that, yes,” Michael Venture answered.

  “You aren’t going to ask me to have sex with you for money?” she clarified.

  “Why on Earth would I do that?”

  Rory shrugged. “The mugger assumed I would do that, why not you?”

  Michael Venture didn’t look offended but his expression was strange. “I’m a nice guy?”

  Rory wasn’t sure why she was sharing this but she said it anyway. “I promise it’s not for crack or even to pay my rent. I’m trying to go to college.”

  He smiled at her. “I know.” Before Rory could ask him how he knew that, he continued, “You can still work at the diner if you like but I’ll expect you at my apartment every day and I will pay you whatever you need to live comfortably and attend college.”

  Why would Rory waste her time at that dead-end diner if she could have everything provided for her? She would work her ass off if that was what it took to make him pay her everything she needed so she could better herself. “I’ll try it,” she agreed. “But if things get weird, or if you try to put a move on me, I’m out of there. My diner job might be gross and pay crap but Max and my boss would never hurt me.”

  “Very good.” Michael Venture agreed. “I will take you home, unless you want to go somewhere else.”

  Rory shook her head. “With the night I’ve had, it’s pr
obably best that you just take me to my apartment.”

  He put the car in gear and began to drive away from the alley way. For a while Rory didn’t say a word. She took in the car's leather seats, sleek exterior and all the buildings that whipped by. The more time that passed, should couldn’t help but think of the strange light coming out of his umbrella. Had she imagined it?”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  Michael Venture still had his eyes on the road but he nodded. “Sure.”

  “How did you get the umbrella to shoot that light out of it? It was a really cool effect.”

  He smiled at her but didn’t answer right away. “You told me that you didn’t want things to get weird.”

  Rory furrowed her brow for the second time since meeting him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  “You may not like what I have to say,” he explained. “You’ll be quitting your job before you even start it.”

  Rory thought of the people who came into the diner, the dangerous walk between it and the diner, and the way her uniform always felt grimy no matter what she did to clean it. Surely she could handle any eccentric quirk that Michael Venture was going to tell her. That he dabbled with magic tricks to scare away the bad guys. Maybe he used his money to buy state of the art weapons like Batman or Iron Man. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  “Okay,” Michael answered. “It is true that by day I am a very successful businessman. I am the president and founder of a security company that helps people all over Europe. I am in the process of getting things started here in the United States.”

  “That’s very interesting,” Rory admitted, “but it doesn’t explain how you had a beam of light coming out of your umbrella.”

  “I’m getting to it,” he assured. “By night I run around New York City protecting people. I don’t have a name for myself yet. Maybe that is something you can help me with. I used to do it back in England too, but I knew I had to come here. That the threat was moving.”