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— this is censored version, the full can be found in 'Explict scenes'—
The man is close to his fifties, but boy, does he have stamina and a big dick. More importantly - big pocket. The man is rich, close to being a billionaire. He is the inventor of some new application — I didn't bother remembering the name — that was launched last year. He made a pretty large amount of money in a year.
We met on the app for sugar daddies / babies. I've been on the app since I was fifteen. Guys like these love younger partners, and I got lucky - I'm pretty hot so I get a lot of attention from them. This guy that's fucking me, his name is Isaac, is one of the three or four daddies that I'm talking to.
Hey, nobody said I can't have more sugar daddies.
At first, I preferred having one at the time but seeing as it didn't bring a lot of money - shocking, I know - I tried to juggle between them and now I'm like a professional. They don't know of this, they think I'm just theirs, but honestly, it's not like they don't fuck other girls when I'm not with them.
And I require frequent testing for sexual diseases. Every two or three weeks. Especially since I know we aren't limited to each other. Who knows what and from whom they can get something.
I love having sex.
Ever since I've lost my virginity to my friend Luke, I've been craving the feeling of being filled, the feeling of sex and passionate lovemaking.
Rough sex was the best.
Kinky sex was better.
I figured - since I love sex and I need money - why not try something that involves both? I didn't want to be a stripper or prostitute, I don't like showing my body like that or being on the streets. Ironically, because I was a model for a sex magazine. My friend Calum got me involved with this site. He was a member there before he figured it wasn't for him because he wanted something more like BDSM style. He's nineteen, just had his birthday a few months ago.
"Shit, you're so good."
"Thank you, sir."
"You've been extra good for me, I'm going to give you something nice," he says and pulls out. I moan at that, hating the feeling of emptiness. "Here," he hands me his black card. "The pin is 5613 if you need it. And if somebody asks you about the name, give them the card with my name and let them call me."
"Of course, thank you, sir."
"We're not having sex anymore, you don't have to call me that. Except if you want to get railed again."
"Okay, Issac," I chuckle. "I assume you have to work. I'll be on my way buying stuff with this pretty but powerful gift you've given me."
"Buy yourself something nice. I want to see you in something nice and sluty."
"Okay, bye-bye Isaac," I leave him naked in the bed while I'm quick to dress up and leave the penthouse.
I'm leaving the hotel, going into the limo Isaac lets me use, when my phone rings. It's an android, they're more suited for me than iPhones. I just like them more.
I don't look at the ID as I answer, thanking the driver for opening the car door. "Hello?"
"Louis! You slut, where are you?" It's my best girl friend. It's a common thing for us to call each other sluts and bitches.
"Sophitch! Didn't think you'd call. What's up?" I put my hand over the phone. "To the Manhattan Centre, please."
"I called to let you know that your cousins will come to the house. Or well... They are already on their way from the airport."
"Ugh, Sophia! I can't deal with them now!"
"Why not? Oh my God! Are you with a sugar daddy?"
"No, not right now. I'm shopping. He gave me his black card. I'm spending some serious money, bitch."
"And you didn't invite me!"
"You said earlier you're going to have kinky sex with your boyfriend all day!"
"Well, I am, but I'd gladly let him have fun with his hand and go shopping with you."
"Hey!" I hear from her background.
"Looks like Ivan doesn't appreciate that."
"He'll get over it. You're going to an expensive centre, Manhattan, right?"
"Do you know me?"
"I'll meet you at the front, wait for me," and then she hangs up. I sigh, we're going to double the expenses.
Maybe I should buy something for my cousins. Not all of them, I don't like any one of them except Ashton. The boy is my best friend. We don't talk much since he and his family live in Ireland, I've just met them for my thirteenth birthday. I didn't even know we had more relatives there. They flew all the way from Australia to Los Angeles, to finally meet me — which was nice. Refreshing.
I decide I'll buy him something. Maybe a new phone, some clothes. And food. He adores food so much he married the chicken nuggets when he was little — the stories his mother told the whole family at the diner — and then ate them.
It's funny when you think about it. He married and ate them.
"Thank you for the drive."
"No problem, sir. Call me when you're done."
I'm quick to go out and speed walk to the entrance of the centre. I pull my phone, texting with my other daddies - James, Paul, Eric and Andy - before I'm being scared.
"Boo!" Someone yells and throws their arms around me. I let out a scream, ready to fight the person off when I feel boobies press against my back.
Ew.
Boobies.
Sophia.
"Sophia! Don't scare me like that."
"Scary cat. I didn't think it'll work."
"Well, it did. Let's go, my mum will probably text me soon to inform me of my cousins' arrival. That means I'll have to go home. By the way, how did you know they'll be coming?"
"I might or might not listen to the conversation Matt had with his best friend - your cousin Fred."
"Great. Just what I need. More people!"
"It's not that bad."
"Nooo, not at all."
"You're cranky."
"You're refraining me from going shopping. How could I not be? I have a black card. Black card," she looked at me, not moving, before blinking a few times and opening her mouth, eyes widening.
" Shit, you're right. He gave you a black card. We can spend... A lot. And we're here talking."
"Yes! Now let's go and talk on our way into the shops and through the process of buying new items."
"Let's go, slut," she said and took a hold of my arms. We walked in, hand in hand like a gentleman and lady, like the bride and her father who walked her down the altar, ready to spend some shit tone amount of money.
