Sugar Baby: It Was A Sexy Arrangement

The Fresh Face And Body Had An Advantage

I’m the youngest one in the office I work at. All the others have been there for many years. One of them passed away, and they needed a new hire, and by some chance, they picked me. None of the older women who work in that office would turn anyone’s head. They are all nearly retirement age. Nice enough, but not lookers anymore. The boss is older as well, and I guess being around the older crowd makes me stand out all the more. I never took this job with any intention of being a sugar baby, but that’s what’s happened. It’s actually turned out to be profitable for me.

One night, I was working late and finishing a project, and the only one left was the boss. He was impressed with my initiative and asked if I had any plans. I said no, so he asked if I’d like to have dinner with him. He said I deserved a nice meal after all the hard work I’d put in. I had nothing planned, so I agreed. I found I got along with him very well and enjoyed his company. This dinner led to others and more frequently. It wasn’t long until he asked if I might be open to “an arrangement.” I asked what sort of an arrangement he had in mind. Was I going to be his sugar baby?

I Could Live With That Arrangement

He knew I was hurting for money, who isn’t pretty much these days? He said he didn’t have anyone in his life and wasn’t looking for anything serious. And he did, however, enjoy my company, and he would be interested in spending more time with me. He proposed weekends away, dinners at fancy restaurants, and a couple of evenings a week where we’d “spend time together.” I got the idea. As well as a pay raise and cash bonuses. I didn’t want to feel like a whore. I even said that, and he said no, not a whore. A sugar baby. I said What’s the difference? He said whores sleep and profit from many men. A sugar baby is one man’s “special lady.” That’s how he put it. Ok, I can live with that. It seemed like a roleplay.

He brought me lingerie when he came over to my place. It was lovely, much more expensive than I’d buy myself. He wanted me to put it on and show him, which I did. It was a black merry widow, stockings, and panties. I slipped on some heels as well. I looked like a sugar baby. And I had to admit, I did look great. I teetered out to him and slowly turned around for his approval. He loved it as well.

This Was No Great Sacrifice

He advanced towards me and enveloped me in his arms, kissing me passionately. And he was a good kisser. He was attractive, so this was no great sacrifice on my part. I wasn’t reluctant to accept this deal. His hands roamed up and down my body, resting on my buttocks and giving them a healthy squeeze. I nibbled at his neck before kissing him back just as passionately in return.

He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I’d been prepared and lit some candles. It looked and smelled nice. He his sugar baby back on the bed and kissed me up and down the length of my body. He slowly stripped the lingerie off me and went down on me. AndHe was very good at that, as well. I responded very well to him kissing my pussy and licking my hard little clit. I pushed his face further between my legs, and he really went to town.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming on his face and then kissing him, tasting myself. He slid on top of me, and I guided his cock into my cunt, and he rode me hard. It didn’t take long for me to cum on his cock. He asked if I was already enjoying being his sugar baby, and I nodded yes. My next pay included a small envelope of cash and a gift card to my favorite boutique I’d mentioned. I was going to get a beautiful dress I’d seen and mentioned to him. I think I could handle all this sugar baby business if this is what it was going to be like.

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