I am a 27-year-old rich man, and I bought a 20-year-old woman to give me sexual pleasure. I know that makes me sound like a creep, but it's entirely consensual. Sam isn't dumb; she knows why I bought her cunt and why she allows me to have free use of her body. But this isn't some master/slave thing or even any kind of normal contract. Anything goes too far, Sam knows she can trust me enough to tell me. She knows I won't just abandon her if she doesn't do everything I want. She gets to buy anything she wants, gets to spend unlimited time on hobbies, doesn't have to work, and her college education is paid. It helps that she also gets off on being a nympho. It works because we make it work. Anyone who doesn't like our relationship, our kinks, or how we talk and refer to each other can go fuck themselves.
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My name is John. I was 26 when I won the lottery. After taxes and such, I paid off what my parents still owed on their house and one of their cars. They can now afford to go on some nice vacations. I bought my sister and her fiancΓ© a house as an early wedding gift. I also bought lavish gifts for my two best friends. The pretenders and the distant relatives suddenly contacted me of course, but I didn't care so long as the people I was closest with were taken care of.
After that, I had about 10 million left over. I bought myself a million-dollar house on a twenty-three-acre lot. It has 4 bedrooms with large closets, 4 bathrooms, an office, open kitchen and living room area, an upstairs game room with a good-sized balcony, a big back yard, built in below ground pool, large patio and grill space, a firepit, and many mature trees on the property. I also bought myself a $50,000 dollar truck.
I placed a couple million into bank accounts as my fall back that I wouldn't spend unless I had to. I put some of my money into stock investments. Then I used a little under 2 million to buy houses in a few different college towns that I turned into rent houses. As the owner of the rent houses, I got a nice nest egg from the college students renting them, and since they were in the biggest college towns in the state there were always more students willing to rent. Soon, I was making back more than the amount of what I actually spend day-to-day, which isn't as much as the spending sprees make it seem. This amount doesn't include spending on hobbies, impulse buying, or what I would later on spend on my woman. That is where the last couple million that I had in other savings accounts came in what I call my spending accounts.
A year passed while I lived my new life. I used money spending accounts on some nice vacations. For the daily stuff like gas and food I used what I got from owning the rent houses and my stock investments. I used some of the spending accounts to still be generous with my immediate family and best friends, and I gave thousands each month to charities that support soldiers, first responders, and children without parent(s). I no longer worked except for managing my rent houses so I travelled more, found new hobbies, and spent more time with my real friends and my family.
For the most part, I enjoyed my new life. Being rich was a lot of fun.
One thing I did want though, was a woman. I was never really good at relationships. I had my share of them, but the longest I had lasted less than a year. A part of me liked just being on my own. In a relationship, a person always has to consider what their other half wants too. Not that it's a bad thing. However, I liked to eat out where I wanted to, do the hobbies that interested me without having to check in with someone, watching what I wanted to on TV, do my chores and house projects when I felt like doing them, and so on. I was always kind of introverted in that way. I never found a woman that just clicked perfectly into my life style.
One evening while watching porn, a title caught my eye: "Rich old man and gold-digging stepdaughter." That title got my mind going and the next day I started looking up different sites on the computer. The first few searches yielded either porn or bots, but I finally found a site I wanted. It was a mix between an OnlyFans and a dating sight for sugar daddies/babies. The concept may have crossed some moral lines for some people, but it was all legal. Basically, men on these sites buy gifts for the girls and take them on dates; in exchange the girls would send gifts to the men in the form of pictures or videos and the dates would lead to sex.
I knew I would have to do some more searching to find the right girl for what I wanted, so I looked under the girls who were new to the site. A 20-year-old named Sam caught my attention. She had crimson hair that was too dark to be her natural hair color. She had a half sleeve of tattoos from shoulder to elbow on her right arm and she was working on a half sleeve on her left arm. She had another tattoo on her collarbone and a couple on her legs. Her breasts were size B. Her ass was firm but not big. Her figure was slim and not too petite. She had dark eyes and light skin. In her profile picture she wore a black lace bra and panties that displayed all of this except of course the look of her nipples and her pussy.
Sam wanted money for college, but she wouldn't just accept any man. She wanted a good fucking if she was going to be a rich man's toy. Her bio also listed what turned her on and off, some basic interests, where she would like to go on dates, and a note that her schedule had to still revolve around college classes and personal time during this new adventure.
After a bit of messaging back and forth, Sam agreed to meet me for a lunch interview of sorts at an Italian restaurant the next day. When Sam arrived, she was wearing a spaghetti strap top and a skirt that went down to mid-thigh. The outfit displayed Sam's tattoos. It also showed off a lot of the skin that she was trying to sell me.
I am also inked, so naturally the conversation started with our tattoos. By the time we stopped talking about the art on our bodies and the interests that inspired us to get them, the breadsticks and salad were gone. As we waited for our main dish, I had grilled shrimp and angel hair pasta and she had chicken alfredo, Sam reiterated what she said online about college being her priority.
"Maybe we should get more formal about this, then," I suggested. "How far are you willing to go in this pursuit. Please, be honest."
"I don't know yet, John," she answered. "I never thought about doing this kind of job till recently. You are my first customer, so I won't know until..." Sam trailed off.
I smiled at her. I whispered, "Until I'm fucking you."
Sam turned beat red.
"How about this, I'll pay you for this date and for your current semester of college. If you can't continue after that, then at least this experiment was worth your time."