These are my tell-all stories of my real life as a Sugar Baby. No personal details about my clients will ever be shared through these stories.
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I am surprised how many men have the fantasy about being a 'Cuckold'. One of my Sugar Daddies (SD) told me how much he wanted this experience and asked me to help fulfill his fantasy on our next get together. Let's call him Bob.
Now, please understand me; I'll always do whatever it takes to fulfill my SD's fantasy. If he wants another guy in the room, I am all for it. I have played the Bi role a few times for guys who have that fantasy, but hooking up with a girl is not my thing. I'd rather have extra cocks in the room for my pleasure. So I eagerly agreed to fulfill his fantasy for some extra dollars (I would have done it for free if he only knew how much I loved being fucked by multiple guys).
There were many discussions over text to understand what he was looking for. Broadly these were the agreements we made for the evening.
1. I would be in control and the dominant one. He would play a submissive role, and follow my direction.
2. We would fly down to Miami, and he would book a room at a fancy hotel for a night of sex.
3. I would get to pick whoever I wanted to bring to the room. There would be no rules around the kind of guy I would have sex with.
4. There would be no limits on sexual activities.
5. He would not get to participate, just gets to watch.
He understands he is not the best looking or well-endowed guy. While he knows that, he does not want to be laughed at either. BTW, my SD is 57 years old and has a beer belly and only a 5-inch cock. He loves the idea of all-night sex, but comes quickly and falls asleep early (easy money they say in my business). He is an eager pussy eater as he knows the only way to make me cum is spending time between my legs with his tongue and finger.
During these chats, I wanted to know if I could dial up the heat for him in ways that he may not be anticipating. He willingly agreed and gave me full control of the trip.
So for his fantasy night, he flew me down to Miami and booked a spot in one of those expensive resorts on the beach. I had already told him the clothes that he needed to buy and have ready. As I walked into the room, the dress Bob wanted to see me in, was lying on the bed with a few necessary accessories.
Given that I was in control, I decided to start my evening making Bob work on my pussy. We opened a bottle of wine, I stripped down to my sexy G-string and lay down on the bed with my legs spread wide. Bob knew exactly what he had to do, and dived between my legs, pushed my thong to the side and ran his tongue between my lips and on to my waiting clit, eating and fingering me to an orgasm. His tongue felt really good on my clit and his finger sliding into my pussy to play with my G spot aroused me quickly. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the sensations. I was obviously fantasizing about the evening: meeting a new guy and fucking his brains out. Once Bob successfully gave me rather a good orgasm, he put my thong back on my wet pussy. He wanted the thong to be wet with my juices, so he could smell them later.
I wasn't ready to let Bob fuck me. Still, in just my thong, we drank, and I danced and rubbed against Bob all evening. We ate in the room. When it was time to start getting ready, I walked into the shower and asked Bob to join me. I made it clear he would get to pleasure me in the shower, but not to fuck me. I enjoyed a long hot shower while Bob rubbed my tits and body and even fingered me. I stroked his cock a bit and once even went down on my knees to suck him. However, I stopped well before he could cum. He did protest, but he also knew the rules for the evening. After a long shower, I asked him to leave, so I could get dressed up.
Bob took my cum soaked panties to the bedroom to get dressed. I know he loves to smell them and it excites him a lot. After getting my makeup done, I walked to the bedroom, still naked and slid this really sexy, backless, maroon dress, up over my hot nude body. It had a crisscross pattern in front that just covered my boobs but showed a deep cleavage and my pierced navel. Like all slutty dresses SDs buy me, they are tight on my body and short, to go just past my firm round booty. I never wear a bra, even in my normal life so the tight dress showed my nips very clearly. Bob requested that I not wear panties for the night. I enjoy the freedom of going out with no panties, so I willingly agreed. Bob had the sexy fuck-me boots that he wanted me to wear with this short dress. I got into them, checked myself in the mirror and admired my young sexy body.
My plan for the night was to pick a hot bartender to fuck. Miami is full of hot, young hunks. The challenge is not finding hot guys, but fighting off the many sluts like me who are in Miami looking for fun. So I took Bob to an upscale hotel bar. I knew the bartenders there were typically hot. In the worst-case scenario, there would always be some good-looking, business traveler who wants to get into trouble. The chances of finding someone hot, chiseled, with a big cock was high.
As I suspected the bar was full of guys, a few hot girls, some dates, but definitely 10 guys for each eligible, single girl. Bob and I made our way to the bar and decided to settle there. I could not have been more lucky, as behind the bar stood Alex, an Australian dude. I immediately knew I needed to play my cards right and ride his cock. Bob knew that I was secretly craving this hunk.
We ordered drinks, and I flirted with Alex openly with Bob next to me. Alex quickly realized that I was Bob's paid date. I will not bore you with details, but I made no qualms of letting Alex know that, if he was free, I would love to take him back to our room. I wanted him to know this was Bob's fantasy, that he would be an onlooker only, and if Alex liked the idea, he should come over. Alex was far kinkier than I imagined; he willingly agreed and asked if I wanted his friend to join us?
This was music to my ears: two guys fucking me would be so hot. I asked him about his friend and learned that Derek, his room-mate, was a black guy, 26 years old and a gym instructor who would love to show me a good time. Evidently, the two guys had taken care of a few girls previously.