Sugar Baby; I Want To Be Spoiled

Where Are All The Wealthy Men At?

 

I wondered where I might find a wealthy, older man that was looking for a sugar baby. I talked to a friend of mine about it. She suggested I get a job at the local golf and country club. No one joins there without having major bucks. All the members are wealthy. I decided to apply to the club restaurant, and they hired me. Wealthy men were everywhere, of all descriptions. I’m a Latina, and my luscious, full ass certainly fills out my skirt rather well. I wasn’t there three days before I got a pinch on my rear end. This one charming older man, a widower, was there nearly daily for lunch. He’s retired and has lots of money and time on his hands. I had plenty of experience with older men as a college girl.

He called me a hot tamale, and I laughed. He swatted my rear playfully as I walked by with my orders for him and his cronies. I was thinking he had a thing for Latinas and asked another staff member about it. She said yes, his late wife had been one as well. They used to come in frequently, but she passed away a year or so ago, apparently. He was lonely and spent lots of time at the club. Playing golf, having drinks and meals. Playing cards with his friends and chatting. He was an excellent tipper for me and I was always glad to see him. We often joked around when he came in. I’d say his hot tamale was ready for him and he’d laugh.

I Already Feel Spoiled

I can be bratty when I don’t get my way and would mock pout at him. Hoping for a larger tip, of course. It worked. One night, he asked me if I’d have dinner with him at home and I agreed. I went to his home, which was just beautiful, and a butler answered the door. Into a large living room was where they took me. There was a huge box on the sofa with my name on it. I opened it and it was a beautiful designer dress. A beautiful and expensive one. The butler showed me to the restroom to change. I did not know it but they gave me a dress to wear, but I was thrilled. It fit like a glove, and accentuated my round Latina ass he seemed to like so much.

Shortly after, he appeared, and we had a lovely dinner his chef had prepared. I wondered if he had his own chef, why he was at the club so often for meals. Lonely, I guess. He began asking me there weekly. Every time I was gifted everything from a watch to designer shoes.

I Was Not Sure What He Wanted In Return

His generosity shocked me. I guess being a sugar baby certainly has its advantages. He loves to give me presents. I swear he gets more excited than I do. Seeing the look on my face as I open them. Oh, how I love to be pampered. He asked if I’d like to go on a trip with him. I said yes, I’d love to. He suggested some place a few hours away for a weekend. I pouted, being the bratty girl I am, and said no. I want to go to Hawaii for a week. He looked a bit shocked at my demand, but said ok, we could go there. It delighted me.

The girls that work with me at the club are so jealous. They all liked him and catered to him, but he asked none of them out. He really took a shine to me and has treated me so generously. I think when we’re in Hawaii, I might be expected to “do something” with him. He’s honestly so old. I’m not sure how that’s going to play out. I’m hoping he won’t be able to do anything physical.

That I’ll just be his travel companion. Maybe he’d ask me to masturbate in front of him or something. I honestly have no idea what’s expected or what he’s capable of. I guess I will find out.  And I will just enjoy this sugar baby arrangement while it lasts. That’s all anyone could do, really. He’s already been buying me outfits and swimsuits to wear while we’re away. It will be an adventure, if nothing else.
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