After my second divorce, I decided that I could not afford another. So I began my career as a sugar daddy. I have an extensive portfolio of investments in stocks and real estate in Sydney. I also owned 5 pubs all of which I looked after with help from managers. I had inherited them when my parents were killed in a terrorist attack in Egypt. They had just seen the pyramids. This happened after my second divorce so I was able to keep most of the wealth I inherited.
I was 35 when I went through my second divorce. Together with my first, I had been stripped of 70 % of my money. Fortunately, my parents remained a great couple and had accumulated a fortune through hard work and brilliant investments. I was also their only child because mum had such a difficult time during her pregnancy she refused to have another pregnancy. They had enough sense not to spoil me too much. So I was a wealthy man.
There were no children involved in either of the divorces, just the usual infidelity and "growing apart". Such is the Australian Family Court system that judgements favour the female but that is the law. At 38, I inherited their entire estate. I resolved not to ever marry again and decided to satisfy my needs by being a sugar daddy. I had enough of 1 night stands and I already kicked out 2 gold diggers who were trying to fleece me.
Linda was a bright, beautiful 18 year old from the country. She came in to explore the concept of having some guy pay for her university education. We met in my office after she answered my ad on Seeking Arrangements. She was a very attractive blonde, 165 cm tall with very white skin and a size 34 breasts. I scrubbed up well too with regular gym sessions. I like to think there was an instant mutual attraction. I quickly reminded myself the issue at hand was money,
I took Linda to lunch at a high end restaurant and the discussion was intriguing and a little unusual. She was a virgin and that too was for sale. She had an alarmingly practical way of seeing things. Her parents were an average couple struggling to make ends on a small farm. They were in no position to support her university ambitions. Despite attending a government school in a country town, she had done very well academically. One of her new friends suggested the sugar daddy solution after Linda discovered how hard it would be for her to make ends meet whilst attending university in Sydney. We agreed on terms and even signed an agreement. In it, I provided her with a 1 bed room apartment near the university rent free and 300 dollars every time I penetrated her sexually but no less than 5000 a month. To improve this relationships, I also threw in a new Mazda CX 3. The arrangement was exclusive on her side and no condoms.
Our 'honeymoon' was consummated in Bali. I took her there after both of us were screened for sexually transmitted disease. She was not happy about it but agreed.
After a couples spa, we went back to the villa and I took her virginity. I first kissed her every where and then concentrated on her clitoris, bringing her to an orgasm. She helped and was no stranger to achieving an orgasm herself. Finally, the penetration occurred. I was gentle but firm and as I broke through her hymen, she moaned and cried out. I kept pumping for about 5 minutes when I finished, unloading. It was a good defloration. A normal sex life followed.
In the first month of our arrangement, she received 25,000 from me including payment for her virginity, which cost 20,000. This was done through some mildly creative accounting from my pubs. She actually worked 2 shifts a week at one of my pubs so the case was buried in the accounts of the pubs. It was a good arrangement for both and she was soon saving significant amounts as well as attending university.
The problems emerged when I started developing feelings for her. I was scarred by my 2 divorces and was fully cognizant of the danger of another one. I was also 20 years older than her. The chances of such a marriage lasting till I die were no more than 20 percent at most because it would be my third. However, for her part, she was happy with the arrangement. The problem was me. I developed genuine feelings and some days could not stop thinking about her. However, these feelings made the sex more meaningful and enjoyable. She responded to my love making and over a few months, the illusion of a regular relationship developed.
It all came crashing down one day when, at my office, she told me she was pregnant. "I am not sleeping with any one else. I saw the doctor today and I am 2 months on." She said with what looked like excitement and a little anxiety. She looked at me but there were no tears, no fear and no guilt. Clearly, she was not devastated, as would have been expected, given all the circumstances.
It occurred to me that this was a deliberate entrapment. "What happened? What about the pill you were on?" I asked but I had little heart in that question. "My God. That makes this a teenage pregnancy. It is also the result of a commercial relationship. I guess an abortion is the logical solution." I surmised aloud. However, she said quietly with a determined look "I am going to keep it. That is final. I am not having an abortion. " I had not expected that but I was not hostile in my reaction. "I have no say in this?" I asked. There was no answer.
Instead of confrontation, I found myself sitting her down on my office couch and putting my arms around her in a hug meant to comfort her. She then started to sob. I found myself kissing her cheeks and lips tenderly. My feelings for her, hitherto not enunciated nor crystallised burst out, making me quiver with emotion. "You are so young. This relationship is also a commercial arrangement. There are several clauses in the agreement about how a pregnancy is to be handled and what rights and obligations both parties have." I thought out aloud.
"I am going to keep the baby." She repeated simply.
"Did you fall pregnant deliberately?" I asked.
"No. It would have been madness. I was on such a good thing. I had money, somewhere to live and a generous, affectionate and great lover. I am doing well at uni."
"Did you fall pregnant deliberately?" I asked again.
Her sobs became louder and the tears are now a veritable torrent. "I am not totally unhappy about it. I am just sorry about the circumstance and timing of this pregnancy. This baby was supposed to be 10, 15 years down the track." She sobbed. "I had a clear plan. I did not want to live a life like my parents, always struggling and poor most of the time. I sold my youth and my virginity, to you. But you are a great man. In fact, I think I am falling in love with you." Ah, I thought, the emotional manipulation.
