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Sugar Daddy Hand Job: Bills Paid

His profile displayed a silver-haired, handsome older gentleman. His name was Grayson, and by the look of his watch, I could tell he had a lot of dough. Here’s the thing: I was in a bit of a bind. My credit cards were maxed out, and my rent was due. Plus, I dumped my poor ex, who had the IQ of an infant. I mean, how could I not take this opportunity? Certainly, I could not go crying to Daddy again.  Desperate times call for desperate measures. And desperation is what brought me to this website. Sugar Daddy for Sugar Babbies, the name said it all.

Moreover, I had always heard that you don’t really have to do anything. I mean, not really. What’s the worst? Give a Sugar Daddy Hand Job? I’ve done it before, and I’m quite good at it, if I might add. At least thats what Professor Sphinx thought. My soft hands and firm grip earned me an A in Physics.

I imagined him going down on me in his limo

Immediatley, I reached out to Grayson Waller. I was floored by the allowance he offered. So what this means is that all I had to do was help him live out his fantasy? Overall, Grayson would purchase the clothing. Or should I say uniforms? Catholic School Girl uniforms by day and stockings and garters by night. Thats it. All I had to do was show up on our dates wearing what he requested. Sounds easy enough. Especially, since he wasn’t asking to bend me over the side of his expensive sofa. Nor was he asking to finger me. Here’s the thing: he didn’t ask, which caused me to want to give him a Sugar Daddy Hand Job.

He picked me up on Friday and could hardly keep it in his pants. His hungry eyes devoured me once he saw me in the outfit he chose for me. Notably, Grayson appeared to be salivating just a bit as he took my hand gently and kissed it. I must confess, I’ve never had a guy kiss my hand that way. Definatley, gave me a major twinge down below. So much so, I could imagine him going down on me in his limo and giving me some Hot Tongue Action.

His Hungry Eyes Lingered on My Cleavage

My new Sugar Daddy totally spent major bucks on me. Not once did he look at the price when ordering the wine. Particularly, when it came to ordering our dinner, he chose a fancy Japanese restaurant and ordered a type of steak I had never heard of, Wagyu. Needless to say, I was totally impressed when I saw the price. Suddenly, his fingers grazed my knee.

His hungry eyes lingered on my cleavage. ” You have expensive taste.” He whispered in my ear. I could feel warmth emanating from between my legs as his fingers continued to move past the inside of my thigh. “Check, please.” He ordered. “I’m ready for the Erotic Fantasy you promised me in our messages.” (Did I forget to leave that out? Ya, I did say that. I just thought he wouldn’t ask . Gulp)

Next, he paid the bill with his black card.” I’ll get your car fixed, but you have to show me some appreciation. Understand?” I nodded, slowly.  The drive to his penthouse was silent. Namely, because I was nervous. Then the elevator door opened right to his living room. Thus, the windows went from the ceiling to the floor. Exposing the entire city. “You want that shopping spree, don’t you” he stated. It was not a question. Nonethess, I could feel my throat tighten. “Yes,” I whispered back.

Sugar Daddy Hand Job earned Me a Shopping Spree

Grayson walked in and poured himself a drink. Next, he sat down on his big black leather sofa. Slowly, unbuckling his belt and unzipped his pants. Consequently, exposing his big, thick older man cock. “Sit right next to me. Now!” he continued. “Just your hands, nothing else..tonight.” Obediently, I wrapped my freshly manicured hands right around his massive cock. Slowly, I stroked his dick from his base to the tip.

As a result, pre cum began to bead at his small slit. Instantly, his breath was caught in his throat. “Good Girl.” He groaned. I intensified the pace and my grip. Grayson’s hips began to buck, and I held his balls firmly with my other hand. Nonethess, he was so close. “Don’t stop!” he commanded me, when suddenly hot spurts of cum squirted right into my hands running in between my fingers. Thick ropes all over his stomach and expensive pants. I earned my shopping spree, and to think all I had to do was a Sugar Daddy Hand Job, for now at least.

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