Cinnamon the Sugar Baby

I finally decided to let Michael pick me up at home. It was a warm evening, so I wore a bright red mini skirt and red five inch heels. I went with full makeup, eye shadow, mascara on my lashes, black eyeliner and glossy red lips. The girls were on full display. I wanted to give him lots of cleavage to appreciate. I put on a diamond ring, a simple necklace with a small jeweled cross resting between my tits, and a pair of diamond studs in my ears. I had just gotten a mani-pedi yesterday, so my long nails, and my toes too, were a splendid glossy red.

The intercom buzzed, about ten minutes early. Michael was in the lobby, just outside the elevators. He must have been a bit eager! This was probably a good sign.

"Hello," I cooed into the intercom. "Come on up and make yourself comfortable. Twenty-twenty. I'll leave the front door unlocked." I buzzed Michael in and opened the front door, then retreated to the bedroom.

"Come on in and make yourself comfortable," I called, as I heard the door open and footsteps in the hall. "Make yourself a drink. I'll be out in a few minutes!" I kept him waiting about twenty minutes, just to see what he would do. At the last moment, I decided to go without panties. Why not add some spice to the evening? My mini skirt came down high on my full thighs, and I would put on a little show for him too. Maybe he was a leg man.

"Sorry I'm so late!" I apologized, walking into my living room with a little extra sway. He stood up, smiling,, and he appraised me frankly, looking at me from head to foot. Fair enough, if a gentleman is considering an expensive purchase, no? He himself looked quite handsome, salt and pepper conservative hair and trim beard, blue eyes, and in shape, several inches taller than me.

"You look gorgeous!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you so much," I flirted, and spontaneously tapped him on the shoulder with a long fingernail. "I'm Cinnamon, obviously!"

"Michael Kingsley," he smiled, and held out his hand. He seemed a bit flustered! I ignored his hand, and turned my head up for a kiss. Our lips met briefly, and I gave him a dazzling smile.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Michael," I purred. "Shall we?" Goodness, he did turn into a a bit of a boy when confronted with seduction. He WAS flustered! "Dinner?"

"Of course, yes," he replied after a short pause, gesturing vaguely towards my front door. Brian had emphasized that Michael thought he might be interested in a long-term deal with me, and I decided then and there to try to make that happen!

The driver opened the car door for us, and we climbed into the back seat of the limousine. I pulled the hem of my skirt down in a slight effort at modesty. Michael sat down about a foot from me, and the car got under way. It was a twenty minute drive, I knew. I turned my hips and crossed my legs, giving Michael the full view as the skirt rose on my full thighs all the way up to my hips. I cocked my head and gave him a sly smile, and my long red curls fell over one eye.

"So, tell me about yourself," I purred. I was just in the mood to give a man the full treatment, I guess. "I know you're a friend of Brian's."

"Yes, I've known Brian for several years." He cleared his throat, and tried not to look down at my tits. "I'm the Regional Executive of the Federal Reserve in Nashville..." I wasn't listening as closely as I should have been, because I was looking at his eyes and his lips. There was quite a bit of electricity going on in the back of that particular limousine, as you might gather!

Michael's voice came back into focus. "Not at all connected to the consulting company that I started twenty years ago." I raised my eyebrows at him and gave him a sweet smile.

"You're doing quite well for yourself," I responded, tilting my head towards him.

"And then two years ago, Charlene and I were divorced," he murmured. "Definitely not amicable, just the opposite, in fact." I gave Michael my softest, most sympathetic look. I hadn't meant to get onto that subject. "But that's another story. Brian and I were at dinner last month, and he told me all about you." Thank you, Brian!

Actually, I had read about Michael's divorce in the paper. Michael Kingsley was one of the wealthiest men in Tennessee, and it had been one of the biggest settlements in state history. I wasn't sure, but I thought that his wife was planning to remarry.

"Well, it sounds like you have a very busy life, with lots of responsibility," I purred.

"I do, yes, but now with my children grown," he paused. "I'm just looking for something, I guess," he finally said. A bit awkward. I rested my hand on his knee, and looked sympathetically into his eyes. "You can imagine, after the divorce, I'm not looking to get married again any time soon!"

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean," I said softly. "Divorce can be awful." He closed his eyes for a moment, and I glanced at the rear-view mirror. My eyes met the driver's. He was listening. "I find it hard to believe that you have grown children!"

"Oh yes, my daughter is married and lives in Seattle now. My son is a senior at San Diego State." He brightened up. I realy wanted to get him off the subject of his divorce.

"That's wonderful. You look like you're forty," I assured him, and gave his knee a squeeze. "I would have never believed that you have college age children." Actually, that was true. He looked terrific.

"Well, thanks. I do try to stay in shape." he looked abashed again. Honestly, he was pretty adorable! "You obviously take great care of yourself!" he said. I smiled at him, flirting, and turned my hips a bit more towards him. He laughed, suddenly aware that he was being a little bit awkward.

"Thank you!" I laughed, and looked down in a fake attempt at modesty. "I am a bit on the curvy side though!" I glanced up, and Michael was, as I hoped, taking in the view. In fact, his eyes were absolutely feasting on my pale thighs and my huge cleavage. He looked up, and I gave him my best dazzling smile again. He cleared his throat.

"Oh, I love curvy women," he said, his voice a bit lower. My hand was a few inches below his knee now, and I didn't answer. I just wanted him to think about me for a little while. "No, you're an absolute stunner..." Poor man, he really did need some companionship, I decided.

The restaurant was very nice! Quiet and dark, just the way I like it, where we could have an intimate dinner and conversation. Michael was a gentleman, and took my hand gently and helped me out of the limousine. Then I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me through the restaurant to a table for two in the back. Michael pulled out my chair for me, like a gentleman, and then we chatted a little more about his work. He had several jobs, actually. His consulting business, Chairman something and whatnot of the Federal Reserve, and lots of board memberships. It really was interesting. A waiter appeared.

"Anything to drink, folks?" he asked. Michael turned to me.

"Would you care for a drink, Cinnamon?" I was definitely feeling some masculine charm here. Quite a bit, in fact.

"Yes, I would, thank you. A Bombay Sapphire martini, one olive please." Michael turned to the waiter again and smiled.

"Johnny Walker Blue, water and ice." Nice.

The martini was wonderful! Dinner was wonderful too. I had octopus with some sort of cream, and a salad. We did seem to be the center of attention, though. The lights were low, but I did notice a lot of glances from the men around us, which I enjoy. Was it the fifty-something executive with the nineteen year-old eye candy? Or maybe it was just my cleavage, which was sort of glowing in the candlelight. Michael was definitely taking it all in.

After dinner, Michael leaned forward as he took my hand to help me up. "You look so lovely," he whispered.

"Thank you, kind sir," I whispered back, and kissed him on the cheek, placing my hand gently on his chest for a moment.

In the limousine, I crossed my legs and turned to Michael again, and this time he put his hand on my knee. I gave him a dazzling smile, and turned just a bit more and put my hand on his upper arm. He turned his face towards mine, and i tilted my head up a bit. MIchael kissed me gently, and then I felt his tongue slide between my lips and his hand slide down my thigh.

Unless Cinnamon's instincts were failing, a sale had been made!

That kiss lasted a long time, our tongues exploring each others mouths, and the kisses after that just got more and more and more passionate. His other hand took the back of my neck, guiding me closer, and I was absolutely purring! Michael had obviously been thinking about this all through our meal. Finally, we pulled back a few inches, our faces still close.

"Wow," I breathed. Both of us were panting a little bit. His hand had found it's was to my upper thigh.

"Yes," whispered Michael. "Wow!" I bit my lower lip, and he gave me a shy smile and looked down. And with that, I was home. Time travel, I decided. But we must have been making out for nineteen and a half minutes of the twenty minute drive.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I whispered.

"Of course I would!" he whispered back. Michael's voice was husky and urgent. "Thank you!" The way he was looking into my eyes conveyed so much desire that the air in the car felt positively electric. He spontaneously caressed my cheek with my hand, and I took it in mine and kissed his fingers. Then, also spontaneously, I put the tip of his finger between my lips and touched it with my tongue. He took a deep breath, and I bit my lower lip. I lowered his hand, and he immediately grabbed my ample thigh and pulled. For a moment I thought he was trying to pull me onto his lap, but the door opened, the driver staring straight ahead.

"Let me take care of you and make that drink," I whispered, and we walked into my building, Michael's arm around my waist.

When we finally, after about three hours it seemed, arrived at my apartment door, I unlocked it and turned to Michael. "Are you sure you have time to visit?" I gave him another dazzling smile, flirting with him. Giving him both barrels, in fact.

Michael took me in his strong arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips met again for the first time since the ride home. That man was starved! His tongue plunged into my mouth, and we kissed wildly, moaning, and for my part purring, lost in our little world. His hands were on my back, my waist, then plunged into the thick red curls on the back of my head, and then on my ass, first one, and then both hands, grabbing me frantically. My red mini skirt was up around my waist now, and I was exposed completely.

"I'm not wearing any panties," I panted in his ear. Michael responded with a long and low moan, and I felt his fingers slide up and down my wet pussy. I heard the elevator chime, or at least I thought I did, but I didn't care. I lifted my knee, and curled my leg around Michael's waist. His fingers curled around my mons and slid deep into my tight, wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhh," I let out a long, ecstatic moan. Did I hear footsteps? Fuck it. I threw my head back, and moaned again, Michael kissing my neck now. His fingers slid in and out of my sopping snatch in a frenzy now, and I could feel a steam of liquid running down my leg. A man, I don't know what he looked like, walked behind Michael, and I heard a door down open and close heavily. Michael was lost in me and didn't notice one bit.

"Darling, I'm going to cum..." I whispered hoarsely, clawing at his back with my nails. "Auuughhhh..." My womb flooded with electric tingles, and I felt my legs shaking uncontrollably. I squirted onto the carpet, and onto Michael's trousers as well.

"Cinnnnnamonnn..." moaned Michael, holding his fingers deep in my cunt, his lips locked onto my neck. I was panting, ragged and deep, and he was too. "Sorry, I couldn't control..." he began, in a hoarse, deep voice.

"Take me to my bed," I pleaded, cutting him off. " I have to have you. Now!" In moments we were in my dark bedroom, and Michael was frantically taking off his clothes. I was standing next to the bed, my legs still shaking, a little bent forward, brushing my hair back with my nails, trying to compose myself.

"My god," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else. I looked up, and Michael was naked in front of me, his cock proudly standing at full attention. He looked athletic, with brown and grey hair on his chest, belly, and legs. His cock was about seven inches long, with large veins running along it.

Michael reached out, and tried to unzip my dress, but couldn't find the zipper. Honestly, I was looking around, trying to focus on what was going on! He pulled at the back of my dress, and then with a growl, and this was hard to believe, ripped it all the way down the back with one great pull.

"Arrrrgh," he cried, and threw it onto the carpet in frustration. I stood up straight, and Michael stared at my naked body, panting heavily as he appraised me again.

"Magnificent," he murmured. "Jesus Christ, you're perfect!"

"I need you," I whispered. "Please... devour me..." I reached out to him with one arm, and he pushed me back onto the bed.

In moments, I was on my back with my legs spread apart. Michael's lips and tongue were flicking, licking and sucking my clit and my pussy, and it felt sooooooo good! I couldn't help but writhe on the bed, moaning with pure pleasure. Michael was talented, and he was simply ravenous. I ran my long nails through his hair as he feasted on me. Slowly, and more and more strongly, electric waves flooded through my belly as Micheal pleasured me. I gripped the sheets with my little fists, and arched my back, and then squirted a stream of clear liquid onto my belly and my tits. Michael caught the last of the stream into his mouth, and swallowed it eagerly. The darling man! My legs were shaking violently again, and I raked my trembling nails through his hair as best I could, trying to guide him back to my pussy. But he knew what he wanted.

Michael brought me to another climax with his greedy tongue, and I savored every moment. I was shrieking loudly with the first huge orgasm, and then the little ones that followed. My belly clenched, and this time Michael caught my whole squirt in his mouth and drank it all, like he was trying desperately to quench a great thirst.

"Oooohhhh, mmmmm...." I purred, trembling again with the delicious orgasms. Michael pushed my trembling legs back, and I felt his masterful tongue run across my tight little asshole.

"Yessss, darling..." I moaned, and his tongue swirled around my puckered bud and then poked into my ass. I threw my head back in ecstasy again, and my fists grabbed and pulled at the sheets again. He really was devouring me! My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned with absolute joy.

Finally, he rolled over onto his back next to me, and we rested for a moment. I rolled towards him, my face near his.

"I've never been made to feel so blissful," I purred. "You're simply masterful!" And I meant it, too. He smiled, still drunk from my pussy. I touched my nail to his lips.

"And now, it's time for me to please you," I whispered, and looked down at his swollen prick. I moved between his legs, and gently ran my tongue up the length of his shaft. Michael hummed with pleasure, and his hands found my thick red curls again. I looked up, and he was watching me, his head resting on a pillow. I looked into his eyes, and stroked his cock with my tongue, and then took the tip between my plump red lips. Michael closed his eye, and sighed deeply. His fists tightened in my hair, and I slowly - slowly - lowered my mouth over his seven inches.

"Ohhhh, fucking Christ..." moaned Michael loudly. I deepthroated him easily, and squirmed my tongue against his manhood.

"God, yessssss... Cinnnnnamonnnn..." he groaned. He still had my hair in his strong fists. I moved my mouth up and down on his cock, massaging him with my lips and tongue, and then he roughly forced my head down with his fists.

"Ughhhh... fuuuuckinng Chrisssst..." he shouted, and came into my throat, stream after stream of hot cum. I purred with pleasure!

We kissed tenderly afterwards while he recovered, my leg thrown over his waist, my head resting on his shoulder. His hands were still exploring me, so I knew he would be ready for another round soon. He caressed my thighs, and squeezed my huge tits.

"You're unbelievable. You're glorious!" announced Michael. He looked blissed out, grinning like a boy.

"You're absolutely delicious," I whispered. And he was, too.

"I haven't cum like that for years," he replied. "You're delicious too, and I'm still hungry," he grinned, and gave me another soft kiss. I slid my tongue between his lips, letting him know that I was still hungry too.

"We have all night, darling," I assured him. "And all weekend." He sighed deeply, pleased. "And all month. And all year." Michael groaned happily, and kissed me passionately. Our tongues sliding together eagerly, his hands in my hair, his lips now on my neck, a hand squeezing my tit. We were in another frenzy of passion! I felt his hard dick against my thigh, standing at attention.

Michael rose up and kneeled, and I looked into his eyes and demurely opened my legs for him. His cock was standing straight up and twitching. I put my arms out for him, inviting him. He grinned, and bent forward into my arms.

Michael kissed me again, and then his mouth fastened onto my neck. I threw my head back, and felt his manhood slide into my tight wet pussy. At last!

"Oooohhh," I purred. "Sweetheart, you're inside me!" My hands caressed his head as he thrust his hips, moving in and out of me, fucking me slowly.

"Jesus," Michael grunted. "You're so tight!" I moaned in response, rolling my eyes back into my head.

"Yessss... Michael, fuck me..." He propped himself up on his elbows, and fucked me harder, his hips slapping on my sopping cunt. His chest and belly were covered with a sheen of sweat. He didn't last long again, cumming with a loud groan.

"Cinnnnnamonnnn..." his face was twisted in triumph as he shot another load of his hot white cum. He collapsed onto me, his damp hairy chest pressing on my huge tits. I took his head in my hands and cooed in his ear.

"Thank you my darling! You feel soooo goooood..." Panting, he smiled and whispered nothings back at me...

A few hours later, I was in his strong arms, his hands lazily stroking and petting me. My bedroom smelled of sex. Sperm and wet pussy. It smelled like passion, and we rested contentedly. He was thinking of me. Where was I born? What was my favorite flower? Where had I travelled? All through this sweet interview, I was thinking of what it would be like to be his paid mistress. How much was he willing to pay me? How generous would he be? Finally, we fell asleep. I think I fell asleep first, cuddled in his arms.

I woke up in the bright sunshine the next day, curled up in bed, hugging a pillow.

"Good morning, darling," said Michael, behind me. His hand was on my hip. I blinked a few times, and turned my head towards him.

"Good morning, honey," I answered. I sounded extra Southern first thing in the morning. He pulled my hip and rolled me over to face him. Michael was still naked, but he had taken a shower. I could smell freshly brewing coffee.

"I just can't get over those magnificent tits," he mused, caressing and squeezing me. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you," I purred. "And you?"

"Cinnamon, I haven't slept that well for years." he announced. "I feel like a new man!"

"I'm so happy," I said simply, and it was the simple truth. Michael leaned down, and kissed me gently.

"I hope I was able to please you," he finally said, sounding a bit unsure of himself. I lifted myself on one hand, and caressed his face.

"Honey, yes, how can you have any doubt?" I assured him. "You're a virile, strong man, and just look at me. I'm a mess!" I laughed. My scent at that moment was pussy!

"You're not a mess," grinned Michael. "I love the way you look," he said quietly. "I love the way you look when you've been loved." He leaned forward, and we kissed gently again. Then the kiss lingered, and he slid his tongue into my mouth and took the back of my neck in his hand. Our tongues danced together for several minutes, and my fingers wandered to his penis. It was stirring, already becoming engorged.

"Sit back, honey," I moaned. "Let me take care of you again..."

Michaels cock grew hard in my mouth, and I sucked him slowly, my hand on his belly, trying to tell when he might be getting ready to cum. I kissed and licked his manly shaft, and then took his hairy balls one at a time between my lips, licking and sucking them one at a time. Michael opened his legs, closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. I paid a good amount of attention to his balls, and then licked underneath them and found his asshole. Michael gasped sharply.

"Ohhhh..." he groaned. He obviously liked the way that felt!

I massaged his tight little anus with my tongue for several minutes, giving him a thorough rimming while gently stroking his dick to keep him hard. Then I returned to his swollen cock, and swallowed him again. Michael let out a huge moan.

"Oh yes, Cinnnnamonn..." he groaned, his cock sliding in and out of my tight throat. His belly was twitching now, and I raised my head up and looked at Michael, who was watching me. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and jacked him off with a few expert strokes of my little hand. The first stream of his hot white cum landed on my nose and cheek, and then the remainder fell on my tongue.

"Baby..." he murmured, and he watched while I swallowed his yummy cum. Then I wiped my face with one finger, and licked myself clean.

"My god," he finally said, and his head fell back. He let out a huge sigh, full of satisfaction.

An hour later, I emerged from a long, hot shower, my long red hair loose and falling over a lush white bathrobe. My messy mascara was gone, and my plump lips were a pale pink. Michael had gotten dressed, and had somehow acquired a new set of clothes! A nice blue polo shirt and a pair of slacks. He had poured me a cup of coffee, and we sat on my sofa, sipped our coffee, and chatted a bit. He was travelling to Paris next month. Did I have any plans? Not any that were any competition for Paris, I thought. After a long and leisurely conversation, Brian moved to the couch.

"Here darling, sit on my lap." he told me. I did, smiling down at him. "I don't know if you've noticed, but your tits drive me wild," he confided. I had noticed. They drove almost every man wild. "How big are they?"

"I'm a 36MM cup," I replied.

"Are they all natural? Sorry, that's kind of a rude question i guess."

"Not at all," I replied. "They are for now. I might have to have something done later, as I get older."

"Possibly," mused Michael. I wondered what was on his mind. "They're just magnificent. Gigantic, but perky." He pulled my robe open a little, and I pulled on of my tits out for him. He leaned forward, and kissed my nipple, then sucked it gently.

"Mmmmm..." he murmured. "Just perfect!" He tongued my nipple until it was hard, and then sucked it again, harder.

After several minutes, I pulled my other tit out for him, and he lavished his attention on that nipple as well. Brian was obviously a tit man! He caressed and squeezed them, and then gave each nipple a last tender kiss. I closed my robe over them again, and Michael finished his coffee.

"You haven't mentioned money once since we've been together," he whispered. "Would you mind if I mentioned it?"

"No, honey. Not at all," I assured him.

"I would like to have a monthly arrangement with you," he whispered, and I closed my eyes. Yes! "I was thinking about what that might entail." So was I, I thought.

"Well, how often would you like to see me?"

"As often as I can. As often as I want, actually." he admitted. "I know that would be expensive, and I think I have a general idea how much you earn in a typical month. Of course, that's just an estimate."

"Of course," I whispered, smiling at him.

"I think a hundred thousand would be sufficient per month." My heart leapt, and I must have looked delighted. Of course I was. 'But," he added, "I would demand that you be available for me whenever I wish!"

"I understand," I smiled sweetly.

"Think it over, and let me know when you come to a decision." Michael sounded like he was in a boardroom, closing a deal. "I don't expect our relationship to be exclusive, but I want to be your ultimate priority."

"I understand. I don't need to think it over. I accept your offer."

"You do!" he grinned. "Wonderful!" He leaned forward, and kissed me. I stood up.

"And now I belong to you!" I purred, and wrapped my arms around his neck. We shared a long, passionate kiss, and sealed the deal.

"Cinnamon, I do have an envelope for you," he said, and handed me a thick packet. I opened it, and there was a packet of hundred dollar bills. They were brand new, with an orange and white stripe around them. Ten thousand dollars. "That's for yesterday and today."

"Thank you so much, honey," I cooed. "That's very generous of you!"

"I had a package delivered while you were in the shower," he said, and put a another envelope on the couch. "I thought you might accept my offer. I'm not going to be able to give you everything in cash, but I wasn't sure about a first payment." It was a large, thick padded envelope.

"Thank you, MIchael," I said, wonderingly. Was there a hundred thousand dollars in this envelope? My mind was starting to spin! "Um... yes, you can just send me the money by a bank to bank transfer." I really wanted to look in that envelope!

"I have to go now," he apologized. "I have to be at the airport at five, and I like to be a little early. I'm flying back to Nashville."

"Of course! I like to arrive early for a flight, too." We kissed at the door, and I wished Michael safe travels. What on earth was going to happen next? It was like Christmas was something that could happen any day, you never knew when. Was I going to Paris? Well, I was going somewhere, that was for sure.

I closed the door, and decided to have some Indian food delivered for supper later. I took a bottle of Bollinger out of the refrigerator, and decided to celebrate with a little drink. Or two. Champagne in hand, i found a pair of scissors and cut open the end of Michael's package. Inside were ten packets of bills, ten thousand dollars each.

While I was eating supper, I got a sweet email from MIchael. He was boarding his flight, he missed me already, and he needed to see me next weekend. Both days. And an itinerary for Paris. I should make sure that my passport was up to date, and start packing! I sat back, honestly amazed that all this was happening. I would be in Paris for my twentieth birthday!

There was a knock at the door, and when I opened it there was a round, black box of red roses on the carpet. I stood up, looking at the roses, and a neighbor passed by on his way to the elevator.

"Good evening," he said, grinning widely.

"Good evening," I returned, giving him a pretty smile.