My name is Lucy. I'm a 20 year old Law student and I date older men for help with expenses.
I've rewritten the beginning of this story so many times because where does any story really start? I wasn't born a sugar baby. I started out 'normal', dating kids my own age, having frustratingly bad sex, wondering what the fuss was about.
My parents are both professional people. Mum's just turned 40 (she had me while she was at uni) and dad is some 23 years older. For as long as I can remember, mum has had boyfriends and dad has never seemed bothered by it. She'd either bring guys home for a weekend or stay up in their London apartment for a few days.
So my story starts when I've just turned 18. Mum had been staying in London due to work so I paid her a visit. She was bustling around, getting ready for a date. Mum's very glamorous for her age and has kept her figure. We're both blonde, size 10, and 5'4. She'd prefer that we were sisters, and she's never been hugely maternal; like, if I fell and skinned a knee, she'd be too busy and my dad would deal with it. But when she caught me giving a blow job when I was younger, she made sure I got on the pill asap.
Anyway, she was getting ready and said "Hey, my date Martin's colleague is in town too and at a loose end, why don't you come along for a double date?"
So I'm like "Eeww, the last thing i want to do is have a boring night out with old people."
Mum shrugged. "Up to you, but we have a reservation at the best new restaurant in the city, and Martin is paying. Free wine! And you can borrow my Louboutin boots you like so much...?
Yeah, so the call of the Louboutins was strong. I borrowed one of her cocktail dresses.
The date turned out to be a lot of fun. The restaurant was great, wine flowed as did conversation. Martin was charming as was his colleague, Dan, who turned out to be an attractive 5'11 43 year old American, well dressed and smelling good too.
Dinner was over all too soon and mum invited the guys back to the apartment for more drinks. They were both really good company and we talked for an hour or more before mum got up, took Martin by the hand and said "Time for bed. Dan, it was lovely to meet you, show yourself out when you're ready, Lucy, I'll see you in the morning. Good night!"
Mum and Martin disappeared. Dan and I looked at each other. He leaned in and kissed me and I let him. Probably my best kiss ever. Wow. He took my hand and put it on the bulge in his trousers. "Are you going to let me fuck you, Lucy? I very much want to."
I nodded. I stood up and led him to the spare room and let him undress me. Suddenly everything was happening quickly and I was naked and on the bed and he was kissing me, then my breasts, then my tummy then final OH MY GOD his head was between my legs and compared to the boys who had made half-hearted attempts to eat me before, this was a religious experience. He pushed my legs apart and peeled me open with his thumbs and connected with my clit and I think I had my first orgasm (and my first ever from oral sex) within a minute of him starting. And not just an "Oooh, that was nice" orgasm. It was so fucking intense I could hardly breathe, I'd never even given myself one like that.
He kissed his way back up my body, licking my sweat, and lay next to me.
"Was that OK?" I nodded breathlessly.
"I'm glad. So are you going to suck my cock?"
I nuzzled his chest, revelling in the smell of him, the scratch of his chest hair against my cheek, and worked my way down, wrapping my fist around his thick, throbbing prick, stopping to admire it (it was the first circumcised one I'd ever seen) before taking him between my lips. He smelled and tasted so clean, unlike all the boys I'd sucked off in the past, I took him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his beautiful shaft, desperate to give him as much pleasure as he'd given me. I felt his hands on my head, holding me, guiding me up and down, so he was fucking my mouth, and I loved it, so much more pleasurable than when guys just tried to ram it to the back of my throat.
