The Benefits of Being with an Affluent Benefactor
With money comes happiness, and happiness equals lingerie. Lingerie, in turn, is all about teasing my sugar daddy. It's a lovely cycle.
I'm not sure if this old guy genuinely believes I'll send him photos of me in my lingerie, but he knows I just got a new piece. That's enough for him to send me $450 and a dick pic to look at later.
A bit about myself, given I'll be contributing for some time. I'm 27, out of a job, petite, blonde, with large breasts. When I'm not sunbathing at the pool, I'm shopping for vintage lingerie. Imagine a black 100% silk piece I nabbed for $4 at the Goodwill (dry cleaned to fit my tiny frame, mini). Red bows line the hem. My DD boobs rest smoothly. It's the ideal blend of whimsical-gothic attire.
Being jobless means I'm bored. That's why I thought about reaching out to my sugar daddy. "Happy Monday," I say. I want money. He says I'm mean. He realizes I'm a tease. He knows I'm texting him, touching my breasts while giggling at the idea of him never seeing my body. He's way too old for me. Still, he persists.
He requests photos or dirty stories about me, and I could share one about me pleasuring myself in front of a mirror, but he knows I have more attractive men who would rather have sex with me in person. And I inform him about that too.
He always makes mention of other girls sending him lingerie pics, and sometimes he shares these updates with me. I can't help but giggle. Is this his attempt at making me jealous? I ignore him.
When I ignore him, typically an hour passes, then he inquires, "You're so mean. My ego is shattered." How do I respond?
"Great."
I prefer to crush egos. So, I don't care what he thinks of my actions. I want him to feel unimportant to me.
"Fuck it, I'm done," he says. I chuckle and say, "Cowards quit." He returns to bother me.
I'm very mean. My aim isn't to engage in paypig activities, but I do want him to feel like a pathetic old guy spending time stroking his dick while I masturbate in front of the mirror, visualizing the money he'll send me later. He can't touch or see me, but I can describe the entire experience to him.
I can tell him I'm on my hands and knees in front of the mirror, towel on the floor (hoping to squirt, although I struggle), ass towards the mirror. I adore peering at my little pussy taking the 12-inch pink dildo my ex-boyfriend sent me from across the country. I adore viewing my asshole, too. Something about that really turns me on.
I fuck myself for roughly five minutes, watching my face in sheer bliss and joy, still dressed in black silk lingerie with red bows. I take the dildo out, then taste myself. It tastes sweet and sour. I adore this taste. I adore my body. I adore gazing at my tits bouncing in this slip dress as I pound my pussy with this massive dildo. I'm almost done. I'm thankful I'm neglecting my sugar daddy.
Silent moans. When I'm about to cum, I'm aware my loud sighs could reach my roommate, but I manage to stay composed.
This is when I pull out my secret weapon - my fingers. While I'm enjoying my pussy with the dildo, I can now play with my sensitive clit, initiating a magnificent symphony of pleasure. I know I'm about to cum when I feel the tingling sensation in my feet. It's similar to preparing for a sneeze, closer, closer, closer. My orgasm is coming. I'm still screwing myself with the dildo. The sensation originates in my feet, up my legs, then to my body, and finally to the pulsing. I faint. The pulsing. The pulsing. The pulsing. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I grin.
I'm satisfied for the day. I don't need to text the prick, but I know he'll text me.
I'm unsure if it's the idea of denying my sugar daddy the chance to see me in the mirror (I should record this for later, in case I can't sleep at night and need to touch myself) or the thought of spending the money on lingerie that makes me feel so incredibly sexy.
I'm putting this out there: this is the first explicit story I'll be sharing with my sugar daddy. I'm hoping to get $450 today to buy some new lingerie. Will it work?
Here's the advantage of being with a sugar daddy.
Now, I can finally take a well-deserved nap.
With love, [
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