1. All characters are 18+
2. No characters resemble real people
3. Enjoy the fiction
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CHAPTER 2
This next part of how I became a sugar daddy is my son's fault.
Outside of the occasional text, I haven't spoken to my son in over a year. He was upset that his mother divorced me, and upset that I let her go. He graduated from the university near my house, and moved to an apartment in the city, an hour away.
So he has no idea that I'm renting out his former bedroom to a 21-year-old co-ed named Amber. Furthermore, he doesn't know that last night, she came into my room and gave me the greatest blowjob of my life.
In the morning, Amber and I kind of threw out some of the original rent contract. The basic rules of the house still applied - no drinking, no boys, etc. - but Amber's payment of rent was much more, um, flexible. At least once a week, she'd get me off, more if she felt like it. Monetary payments would be less frequent as a result. And, most importantly, our new relationship was to be strictly confidential.
As I've said, I didn't need the money. I was set, and I could support her too if needed. And I was still working, with no plans to retire yet. Maybe I'd have trouble supporting her if she was a flashy gold digger, requiring designer clothes and a luxury car. But Amber wasn't like that. She had her own clothes, and she was incredibly happy with the used red Kia I'd bought for her.
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Halloween was coming up. I had bought a few bags of candy for the kids in the neighborhood. Amber was trying to avoid college parties and especially drinking, but she was being peer-pressured by her friends to come out and join them.
On one particular Thursday, about eight days before the big Halloween weekend, her friend Fallon was over. The two were using the study on the first floor, while I sat in my office upstairs. As usual, I wasn't listening until the conversation turned to boys.
"You have to come. Please?"
"You know I'm trying to keep on the straight and narrow, Fallon."
"I know you've been avoiding parties, yes. But this is Halloween, it's an actual holiday."
"Yes, I know what Halloween is."
"Plus, I need you to be there, for support. I've been talking to this guy online, and we're going to meet at the party. I need backup, for safety."
Amber sighed. "For safety?"
"Yeah, you know, female solidarity. Help me make sure he's not a sleaze." Amber must not have been convinced, because she added, "Please?"
"Okay, fine. I'll go, but I won't be drinking."
"Fine. Hey, maybe he'll have a friend for you."
"Yeah, maybe," Amber responded. She had to, to keep our secret.
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Amber came to my bedroom that night, for what would be my third blowjob from her since we started this new arrangement. "I need some money." She was dressed in her usual bedtime attire, a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of short shorts.
I was laying in bed, wearing essentially the same under my sheets. "For what?"
"I'm going to go to a Halloween party, and I need a costume." She glided across the floor and sat on the bed with me.
"What kind of costume?"
She shrugged. "Don't know yet. Something sexy?"
"Only if you wear it for me," I said with a lascivious grin.
"Of course," she said, smiling back. "Shall we?"
She reached to pull off her shirt, but I stopped her. "Can I?" I asked. She wasn't expecting that, but she nodded, and raised her arms as I stripped her shirt from her body. "You have the greatest body I've ever seen in person," I told her. "I can't believe how lucky I am."
She kissed me. "I'm lucky too. I was desperate. Any other guy would take advantage of me. But you're different. With you, it's so much more like a partnership. We're both getting what we need."
"We sure are," I agreed. "Can I ask for one more thing?"
Amber eyed me. "If it's intercourse, I don't think I'm ready for that. Can we just stick to oral?"
"Oh, no, that's not what I was going to ask," I said quickly. "I, um, wanted to know if you'd take off your shorts too."
"You want to see my ass?" Amber asked, and I nodded. "Sure." She shimmied out of her shorts, showing off the thong she wore underneath. "Look familiar?"
I looked at the black material wedged between her perfect ass cheeks. "Is that the same one I found a few weeks ago?"
"Yup," she said with a giggle. Then she helped me pull my shorts down, which released my dick to point at the ceiling. "I'll do it this way tonight, so you can see me," she told me, and basically kneeled to my side, taking my dick into her mouth sideways. From this angle, I could see more of her body: her breasts hanging down, her lovely waist and hips, and her slender legs.
Amber's mouth was the main attraction, of course. She performed magic on my most sensitive part. The first time, I'd only lasted a few minutes. The second time was a bit longer. I was determined to last even longer tonight. If nothing else, it would prolong the wonderful sensations she provided.
But seeing more of her body was a pleasant side show. I reached out my hand, and her back was just within reach. I placed my hand there, and gently rubbed her soft skin. She gave me a little "mmm" noise, and kept going, so I didn't draw my hand away.
I wondered how much of her body she'd let me touch. Amber had told me she didn't mind me asking, as she preferred that rather than me assuming. "Can I touch you more, sweetie?"
"Mm-hmm," she said, without stopping.
"Come this way," I said, and she shifted her body around, closer to my torso. I could still only use one hand, but now I could feel her whole back and, even better, her nice ass. It wasn't too big, but was big enough to be more than a handful. I know because I moved my hand there and squeezed. This prompted another "mmm" as Amber sucked on me.
I was curious about touching underneath the black cotton of her thong, but I didn't want to push things too far. Instead, I was content rubbing and gently squeezing both ass cheeks, as the vixen worked to make me cum. And when I did, as usual, she sucked it all up and swallowed it down. "You're quite good at that," I said, coming down from my climax.
She smiled pleasantly as she wiped her mouth. "I kind of liked you caressing my ass. Maybe next time, I'll sit over you so you can do that more."
"Yes please," I said. "And if you like it so much, I'll do it other times too."
I meant it as a joke, but she grinned. "Yes please." She leaned in and kissed me again. "Goodnight, Sam."
"Goodnight sweetie."
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That weekend, Amber went costume shopping with Fallon. Fallon thankfully didn't ask where or how Amber got a hundred dollars. When Amber got home, she held up a bag for me to see. "I found one."
"What did you get?" I asked, very curious what my cute tenant chose.
"You sit right there," she told me, " and I'll model it for you." I did as she commanded. Two minutes later, she called from the stairs, "Ready?"
"Ready!" I called back.
Amber came into the room wearing the sexiest cop outfit I'd ever seen. The top was black and shiny, and showed off her cleavage and just a strip of belly, enough to show her navel. The skirt was made of the same material, and as she turned for me, I saw it went just a few inches past her ass. But it was tight, not loose like some skirts. She wore a hat, also with the same material, and held a plastic baton. "I heard there was trouble in the neighborhood. Sir, you're in violation of the code of conduct."
"I'm innocent, officer, I swear." I liked where this was going.
She poked at my chest with the baton. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you, sir. You might be concealing a deadly weapon." Amber frisked my arms and chest before finding a hardness in my pants. "Is this a semi?" she asked with a grin.
I appreciated the joke. "If you give it a second, it'll be fully cocked."
She knelt at my feet and unzipped my pants. "Sir, I'm going to have to inspect this." When she took out my penis, she remarked, "This weapon is cocked. It looks primed to go off." Then she broke character. "You can't get anything on my outfit."
"Why don't you take off your top, then, just in case," I suggested. She tossed her hat and baton onto the couch. She then slowly unzipped her top and peeled it off, showing me her glorious rack once again. I swear her boobs defied gravity, but I supposed that was just a benefit of being 21.
Back into character, she announced, "Hands behind your back sir. Let me do my job."
A few minutes later, after she was done sucking me dry, she stripped off her skirt and tossed it with the rest of her outfit. Then she climbed into my lap wearing just a pair of pink and red striped panties. "That was fun," she said.
"It was very fun," I agreed, wrapping my arms around her. "What made you pick the cop outfit?"
"Actually, I kinda like the baton. Seemed like a good way to keep drunk boys away. Plus, Fallon found a cute prisoner outfit, so we're matching."
"Ah," I told her. "What about me?"
"You," she said, kissing my neck gently, "are not drunk. And you're not a boy, you're a responsible man."
"Would a responsible man squeeze the ass of a cute tenant?" I asked, doing so.
"He would if she liked it," she cooed in my ear.
"Good. And for the record," I said, "I wouldn't mind you walking around the house like this a little more."
She laughed. "What, topless? Keep the curtains closed and I'll keep it in mind."
"Really?"
"I feel comfortable with you," she said, shrugging. "Speaking of which, you have a hot girl on your lap, topless. And you haven't copped a feel once."
I chuckled. "Are you asking me to touch your boobs?" Keeping my left hand on her ass, I cupped her left boob with my right. "Because you don't have to tell me twice." It was firm, but soft. Her nipple got hard in my hand as I groped her.