Sugar Journals: Renee & Mark

For the reader, I picked the Mature category for this story, since it is the leading theme, even though the story also explores a foot fetish. This is a standalone story, but I am working on writing more stories under the name Sugar Journals. If you have ideas for a setting, please contact me.

As always, all characters are over 18. Please leave feedback and vote.

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"Come on, grow up! You screwed up and you know it. You need to tell him the truth. He deserves that," I said to Derek, who was trying to concentrate on driving and moping at the same time.

We were on our way to his parents' house for our weekly dinner, which we had missed two weeks in a row. I was convincing him to tell his father the truth about his latest investment, which was supposed to bring us a lot of money, but it cost his father all he had given him.

"I promise to tell him on Monday. He is coming to the city for a meeting. I'll go see and talk to him. If I do it now, he gets mad, and then Mom gets mad at him, and the evening is ruined.

Derek's Mom was always on his side, no matter how badly he messed things up. We had been together with Derek for only a year, and I had witnessed a few of these battles already, so I knew he was right.

I gave in. "Okay, but remember you promised. Monday, you'll tell him."

We drove the rest of the way in silence.

I loved him, but this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. He was trying hard, but he just didn't have his father's business instincts. However, what annoyed me the most was that even though I had told him not to make the investment before discussing it with his father, he had chosen not to listen to me. I often forgot that he was five years older than I, because he sometimes behaved like he was five years younger.

Deep down, I knew that for me, this wasn't just about him losing the money his father had given. His failure had a direct impact on me. I knew very well that with Derek, I had gotten used to a lifestyle I wouldn't be able to have if I had been on my own or with someone else. My family wasn't as rich as his, and dating Derek had taught me that he always had money I could use.

I guess the truth was that I was prepared to dump him. When we met, I thought he was smart and ambitious like me; in addition to that, he had the looks and the money. Now it seemed that the only thing he had left was his looks. All ambitions he ever had were dependent on his father's money, and I was quite sure that it was also coming to an end soon.

When Derek pulled into the driveway, his father came to greet us.

"So good to see you, Renee," Mark said, hugging me. He was always polite and treated me like a daughter they never had.

"Always nice to see you, Mark." I gave him a peck on the cheek as it was our custom.

"Come here, my son." He pulled Derek close. "Good that you finally had time to come. Work keeping you busy?" They started to walk to the house.

"How are the investments doing?" I heard Mark ask, and all I could do was shake my head. He was in for a surprise on Monday.

Inside, Derek's mother, Angela, maintained her aristocratic demeanor that always made me smile. Her ridiculous behavior made me want to drop a curtsy to her, just to show her that I could see through her act, but I didn't. Instead, we exchanged pleasantries and engaged in superficial chit-chat, which was all we ever did.

I was convinced that she secretly hoped Derek would dump me and marry some rich princess from a neighboring county, and she could be a part of their court. I was probably the only thing in Derek's life where he didn't listen to his mother.

As always, the dinner was excellent. Angela liked showing off their wealth, even among family. I guess it was easy since all she had to do for the money was to get up every morning and breathe. From what I had understood, she hadn't worked a day in her life. Mark provided her with everything.

"How are your studies going?" Mark asked when we started eating. He was the opposite of his wife. Very friendly, always happy, and humane.

I had just started my studies for a bachelor's degree, and he knew I was aiming to do my postgraduate studies in medicine. Since Mark himself was a successful orthopedic surgeon, he was always keen to hear how my goal of being a doctor someday was getting closer.

"Good, thank you for asking. In fact, I have some questions for you about what courses you would recommend for me next year. If you have the time to give me some pointers." I always appreciated his opinion, and I wasn't afraid to ask.

Mark had always been friendly to me, and I liked him a lot. He came from a family of a long line of doctors and was an intelligent and ambitious man. He had studied in a prestigious medical school and had quickly become a respected surgeon specializing in sports medicine. He had his own practice and made good money not only through his work but also with his sharp business mind and investments.

"Of course, I'll help you anyway I can. We can talk after dinner."

Angela smirked as she listened to our conversation. "What about you, Derek? How are your investments going? I'm sure you are doing a great job," she turned the focus to his son.

Derek almost choked on his food, and I couldn't help but giggle. Angela looked at me, scolding, and Derek kicked me under the table.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what went into me." I apologized for my behavior, and it took every bit of my self-control not to burst into laughter again.

Derek changed the subject smoothly, ignoring his mother's question. "So, Dad, I heard that you are going to some event next weekend?"

Mark chewed his food and swallowed. "Yes, there is the American Academy of Orthopedic Surgeons Gala dinner held in New York, and since we are one of the major donors supporting educational initiatives within orthopedics, we were invited."

"Wow, that sounds wonderful. Angela, you must be excited to go to such an event?" It had to be said in her favor that she was a distinguished charity worker, despite her dull personality. However, I quickly noticed I had said something stupid because everyone went quiet.

"No, I'm going alone," Mark said, clearing his throat. "My wife has another engagement that weekend.

"That's right. I'm hosting a small gathering for my closest friends here. We are planning a fundraiser for next month," she said in a dull tone of voice. I thought it best not to ask any more questions about the event because they didn't seem to have a common understanding about it, but Angela didn't let the subject go.

It was my turn to almost suffocate on my food when she suddenly blurted out, "Maybe you should go back to that site, Mark, and look for someone younger to be your companion in that precious Gala of yours?" She said it like she was just mentioning something about the weather.

"Angela, please. Not now," Mark said, pleading with her with his gaze.

Derek leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, "Mom found out that Dad has been visiting Sugarbabe dating sites," he chuckled.

I glanced at Mark. He was clearly embarrassed that his wife had brought the matter up in front of me, but I couldn't help it: the remark Angela and my dear boyfriend made sparked a naughty plan in my head.

Ever since Derek, emboldened by his father's financial generosity and success in investments, had poured a significant sum into a start-up company called Innovate Motion, which was developing AI-powered personalized fitness wearables, and lost his money when a competing company released their superior product, I had thought about a way to support myself if Mark would cut him off.

If I were Derek's parent, I would have cut him off, but even if Mark wouldn't do it, I wanted a more stable income to support the lifestyle I had gotten used to and perhaps even gather a little nest egg for the future.

Before meeting Derek, I had lived with a girl named Linda who had been a Sugarbabe for some rich older guy. She had had everything, the guy even paid her living expenses. During the time we lived together, she had often tried talking me into taking a Sugardaddy for myself. Before I had time to really think about it, I had met Derek, and I hadn't thought about the possibility until now.

So, when the dinner was finished and Mark invited me to his office to discuss my studies, I decided to set my plan in motion. I knew that if I just asked him a straight question, he wouldn't go for it, so I needed to be more devious.

When we talked about my studies and Mark presented his opinion on the courses I should focus on, my thoughts ran elsewhere.

I examined him with new eyes. Mark was 52 and in good shape. He exercised regularly and was handsome; the little bit of gray in his hair made him look charismatic, and his demeanor was pleasant. I had never really looked at him that way, but now, when I was, I liked what I saw.

The question was: how serious he had been when he had visited those dating sites, and would he be interested in a 19-year-old woman like me? Those were the questions I wanted him to answer.

"I am sorry, Mark." I started and immediately got his undivided attention. "I might be out of line here, and please stop me if you don't want to hear what I have to say, but you have helped me so much that I want to return the favor." I stayed silent for a while, letting him think about my words.

He leaned back in his chair and gave me an interested look. "Okay, I'm listening."

I inhaled, gathered my courage, and decided just to say it. I tried to sound like it didn't matter to me how he would answer. "I might know a girl who would want to be your Sugarbabe. She is young like me and likes mature men."

He looked at me curiously, not saying anything. Obviously, trying to determine if I was joking, so I continued.

"This must be confidential on both sides, so think about it and if you are serious, give me a message and I will arrange a meeting."

I saw that he was interested, but because he kept staring at me without saying anything I began to think I had screwed up big time. Then he finally spoke.

"Okay. I'll give it some thought and I'll get back to you if... And I stress the word if, I think it would be worth it."

I was surprised. He didn't even ask anything, just directly admitted he was interested. I was exhilarated.

"Oh, believe me. She is worth it."

"Well, we will see if we ever get that far." I was just about to leave when he added.

"Renee." He seemed to weigh his next words carefully. "This is between us, right?"

I nodded.

"I'm not promising anything, but you are right, I have been looking for a Sugarbabe for a long time already. Some of my colleagues have, how would I put it, good experiences with these arrangements, and I wouldn't mind having one myself, but." He stopped in the middle of the sentence and again seemed to ponder what he could reveal to me.

"Yes, Mark? This stays between us, so you can speak your mind." I said as convincingly as I could.

He looked at me straight in my eyes, "You need to tell her that I will require more than just companionship."

My pussy started to tingle when he said the words. He was referring to sex.

I was afraid he would see me blush, "I will, but I know she's very eager to go all the way. But you know... she's expensive."

He gave a dry laugh and managed to lighten the atmosphere that had gotten charged. "I think you know I'm very generous if I get a good deal."

I did know that. He had bought Derek a new car with cash because he needed one to make an impression on his investors six months ago. Another one of his failed attempts to make easy money.

My pussy was wet from the implication he had made. Thinking about making him sexually satisfied turned me on.

'You are a naughty girl, Renee,' I told myself when I left his office.

When we were leaving, and Angela and Mark were saying goodbye to us, he hugged me again. It could be that I imagined it, but the hug Mark gave me might have been a little bit more intimate than before. I had to remind myself that my plan was far from a done deal. He didn't know I was the girl who was going to be his Sugarbabe, and revealing that might turn the tables against me.

***

As we drove home, Derek explained something about a new investment he had been looking into, but I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts ran on Mark and the possible consequences of the plan I had set in motion.

If and when he found out that the girl I was talking about didn't exist and I was the one who wanted to be his companion and more, he could turn me down and, in the worst case scenario, tell Derek everything. Well, that really wouldn't matter, but still, the thought bugged me.

Had I been too hasty in putting my plan into action? Had I screwed up big time? The weekend progressed excruciatingly slowly because I was waiting for his answer, and all I could think about was Mark and how it would feel to be his Sugarbabe.

Sunday evening, the message arrived. My heart was pounding when I read it: 'I have thought about our discussion and I want to meet her.'

With trembling fingers, I wrote: 'Okay, good. I'll let her know you are interested and try to set up a meeting. When and where?'

He replied quickly: 'I'm coming to the city on Monday. I'll let you know the time later, but she could come and have dinner with me at my golf club.'

'I'll let her know. Message me the time as soon as possible.'

When I put my phone away, I had butterflies in my belly, and I felt excited. Then it hit me: I needed to prepare for this meeting well. I wanted to make an impression on him the second he saw me, so that there would be no way he could turn me down. There was only one person who could help me. I called Linda immediately.

***

Mark messaged me the time early Monday morning, and right after Derek had left, I made my way to Linda's apartment. She greeted me cheerfully, but since there wasn't too much time for pleasantries, we went straight to her wardrobe. I was lucky that we were about the same size and that she knew exactly what I would need.

"If you want him to take you to this Gala, you need to show him that you have the style and elegance it requires to go to such events," she said, rummaging through her closet before pulling out a vibrant short bodycon dress.

"Ooh, this electric blue will look amazing on you!" she exclaimed, and I already saw Mark's gaze when he would see me in that sexy dress. Next, she considered a few jackets before spotting a perfectly worn denim jacket hanging behind the door.

"Yes! This adds just the right touch of casual cool." She held it up in front of me, and it was hard to disagree with her.

"It's perfect."

When she did my hair and make-up, I have to admit that my casual style was much more casual and without Linda's help, my chances to convince Mark to make me his Sugarbabe would have been much worse.

I parked my car in front of the golf club fashionably late and made my way inside. He saw me right away, and I smiled at him, holding on to my nerves.

"Renee?" He looked surprisingly relaxed, considering that a completely different woman was supposed to come to meet him. He rose and came to pull out my chair.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you," I said shyly. His courtesy surprised me. He truly was a gentleman. At this point, I was still confident.

"What's going on? Did she change her mind?" he asked calmly as he sat opposite me.

Time for the truth, I thought to myself. "She didn't change her mind, Mark."

When I said the words like I was revealing a secret, I noticed the expression on his face. Now I was sure he had known all along.

Like I said earlier, he was an intelligent man, so it probably didn't take long for him to understand what had been going on. My devious plan had been too obvious. He leaned back in his chair like he used to do when he thought hard, but this time he grinned a little.

"There never was any other girl?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, continued. "I kind of thought so. Did Angela put you up to this?"

I startled. He had made the worst possible assumption. I had suddenly lost all my confidence.

"No! Nobody put me up to anything. I... I mean... I thought." Then I saw that he understood I had been serious, and his whole demeanor changed.

"Oh... okay," he said calmly, keeping quiet for a long time. After a long silence, it felt like he didn't say anything just to torment me. At the same time, he examined me with his bold look. I could feel a blush rise to my freckled cheeks as I felt his gaze on me.

"Say something, Mark," I said, my voice breaking.

"Would you like to eat something?" he asked, smiling.

I looked at him, confused. "If you want me to leave, I understand. Just say and I'll..." I started to get up when he took my hand.

"Please, Renee. Sit down and let's eat. Let me digest this for a moment. I wasn't sure until I saw you, so I have not had the time to process the idea... Babe."

If I wasn't already feeling a bit flushed, I certainly was now. His use of 'baby' clearly pointed out that he understood my intentions very well.

He ordered us food and some appetizers, and since I was so nervous that I couldn't decide what to eat, he ordered for both of us. When we were waiting for our food, I decided I wanted to explain my behavior to him.

"I'm sorry, Mark," I managed to start when he stopped me.

"It's okay, Renee. Let's eat first and get to know each other a little bit, and then we talk." He was amazingly calm and completely in control. If I hadn't been so afraid of the possible consequences, I would have been aroused.

We ate and talked about everything except why we were here. I hadn't really been alone with him like this before, so this was new to both of us. He made me laugh and relax, and I almost forgot what had brought me here in the first place. Spending time with him was nice and made me like him even more.

When the waiter came to ask if we would want dessert, and I declined, he leaned back in his chair once again and looked at me.

"So, you want to lay out the arrangement you have in your mind for me again?"

My breath hitched. He wanted me to say it out loud. I started to say something about Derek and Angela when he stopped me again.

"Let's not talk about Derek or Angela. It's just us here. I already had a meeting with Derek, and I think I've talked enough about him for one day."

That remark made me giggle. "It went that well?"

"I have cut him off for now. Let's leave it at that." I was surprised. I thought that he wouldn't have the guts to do it because of his wife. I guess I was wrong, and it made me like him even more.

I regained some of that confidence that had spilled on the floor less than an hour ago.

"Well, what can I say? I want to be able to provide for myself, and you want to have a Sugarbabe. It is as simple as that." I dared him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Have you thought everything through? You remember what I told you in my office about what I would require?"

"Yes, I have, and I believe I told you she's eager to go all the way," I winked at him, and that made him smile.

"You are a naughty girl, Renee."

"I guess I am, but I think you like it." For a moment, he measured me with his gaze.

"You like what you see?" I lowered my voice a bit, leaning toward him.

"Very much."

As he walked me to my car, I had regained all confidence, and I was sure this was going to happen. I turned to him before sitting in my car.

"So, do you need time to think about this or..."

He moved the hair that the wind had blown into my face behind my ear and said.

"For now, let's agree that you will come with me to New York for the weekend. We treat the trip as your job interview. If everything goes well, we will make a more permanent arrangement out of this."

I nodded my head, smiling. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips.

***

The following three days before Friday felt long. Luckily, I had a lot to do with my studies, and it helped me keep my distance from Derek. Not that he was too eager to talk about anything since he had talked with Mark. I knew what had happened, but he didn't have the balls to tell me the truth, and I didn't see a reason to press him.

I had my biology exams that week, but I failed to do my best, and for the first time during my studies, I got a C. I had to admit to myself that my mind was already tuned for the weekend since that was a test I didn't want to fail.

Friday morning, Mark sent a car to pick me up. When I told Derek that I would be away for the weekend to visit my sister, as I told him, he just shrugged his shoulders and continued moping.

Mark was waiting for me in the departure lounge. When I saw him, I went straight to him and we hugged. This time with much more intent and intimacy. I had been afraid that when we saw each other after the negotiations, if you can call it that, the situation might be awkward. It wasn't.

We were finally on our way. We had seats in the first class, and after the plane had taken off from the airport, I looked at him. For some reason, it seemed that his thoughts were elsewhere. And I wanted them on me.

I admit I, too, was nervous, but I wanted this to work. I placed my hand over his and stroked it slowly, then I moved it to my bare thigh. His hand was warm and soft. The touch felt electric, and I liked the feeling. When he turned to look at me, he beamed and his eyes glowed. I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.

"From now on, you can touch me anywhere you like."

And when I moved to meet his gaze, he put his hand behind my neck and kissed me. First gently, feeling my lips, but when I let out an involuntary sigh, the kiss changed into a passionate exploration of tongues.

Fuck. It felt so arousing. I could feel his fingers brushing my mound through my panties as we kissed, and it sent shivers down my spine, and I moaned.

"You are a sexual woman, Riley," he said when our lips departed. His fingers were still tracing the outline of my neck.

I blushed a bit. "You have no idea, Daddy."

"You like it? Don't you..."

"Very much."

***

We arrived at our hotel in Times Square around midday. Mark had said that we didn't have much time since he had meetings before the actual Gala would begin.

"I have also arranged that my friend Gregory's... hmm... date will take you to do some shopping. You can buy anything you like or need," he said, handing me his credit card.

I was perplexed. I wasn't used to just being handed a J. P. Morgan Reserve Card and given the freedom to use it how I saw best.

"Oh my God. Are you serious?" I asked when I jumped into his arms, hugging and kissing him.

Mark was surprised by my reaction. "Isn't this what we agreed on?"

"Yes, but... I wasn't expecting this." I kissed him gently. "I promise I'll make it worthwhile to you."

"I'm sure you will Beauty and I would love nothing more than to find out right now what your promise includes, but I need to get to the meeting, so I will take a shower right now," he said, setting me down on the ground.

"You want company?" I winked at him. The idea of showering with him was exciting.

He clearly was tempted also, but remained strict, "I think I won't make it in time if you join me, Babe. We have time to shower together later." I had to admire his control.

I put on a sullen expression just to tease him.

When I saw him getting out of the shower with only a towel around his waist, I almost gasped out loud. I knew he exercised regularly, but he was in really good shape for a man his age or even younger.

"My god, you look so good." I gasped as he walked past me, heading for the bedroom to change clothes. He just smiled, and I think I've never before seen him so relaxed and self-conscious. I couldn't wait to be naked with him, and I was sure he couldn't either.

Gregory and his date were waiting for us in the lobby when we got off the elevator. Before the men left for their meeting, she kissed her Sugardaddy passionately, giving him an extra dose of tongue. For a moment, it looked like they were going to rip their clothes off in front of everyone. Once they were finished Gregory gave her a firm slap on her ass, that made her giggle. I immediately fell in love with her laughter.

"Now remember to be nice and don't exhaust yourself since we are going to have fun tonight, Babe," Gregory said to her.

"The card, Daddy," She boldly extended her hand.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot." He gave her his credit card.

I kissed Mark goodbye with much more restraint, and he whispered to my ear that we were going to have a nice evening and night ahead of us.

"Let's make it unforgettable," I said to him, smiling the most innocent smile I could.

Once the men were gone, she introduced herself as Mira. It turned out she was three years older than I and had been Gregory's Sugarbabe for two years already.

"I know all the best shopping places. Come on, we have a lot to do, and we need to get back to the hotel before the Daddies get back. Besides, there are a couple of places we need to visit before we can start shopping."

Mark's credit card was burning a hole in my purse when we headed for the most prestigious boutiques in New York. Before the shopping trip, Mira took me to a beauty salon. During the taxi ride, she told me something new about Mark.

"Now, when we go to the salon, you need to have at least a pedicure. But why not do everything since your Daddy is paying?"

"Oh, why is that?"

"Well, you didn't hear this from me, but your Sugardaddy has a foot fetish," she giggled.

As I looked at her in amazement, she continued, "Don't worry. It's actually quite fun. Gregory has it and he loves to worship my feet... You know as a foreplay... or sometimes even when he is, you know, fucking me," she giggled again.

"How do you know Mark has it too?" I was starting to think that maybe I wasn't the first Sugarbabe he had had.

"Oh, that's a funny story."

"Last year we were at this same Gala, and he was here with his uptight, wannabe queen of America... Angela or something."

"You mean his wife?"

"Yeah, real piece of work that lady... anyway, I happened to overhear her complaining that Mark had suggested that she could... you know... touch him with her feet and from what I heard the queen had stitched up her pussy lips after that... permanently."

My mouth was probably hanging open when I listened to Mira's report about Mark and Angela. No wonder he had been looking for a Sugarbabe for a long time already.

So, you want to be extra careful with your pedicure. Have them paint your nails pretty, and we'll go buy you some shoes that get your Daddy hard during dinner... You know... ready for action." Her laughter was contagious, so soon we were both giggling.

First, Mira took me to the beauty salon. There we had a manicure and pedicure. Mira was especially precise that my toenails had to be painted and beautifully decorated. After the beauty salon, we headed for a waxing. First time for me. Until now, I had taken care of trimming myself.

It was an interesting experience. I left a small patch of hair on my mound, and the very thought that I was preparing for Mark got me wet. I. Couldn't wait to feel his tongue on my pussy and his cock inside me. I have to admit the thought also made me nervous, but in a good way.

Then we headed for Fifth Avenue and Saks, where Mira explained where we were going tonight and what we needed. I've never had a personal shopping assistant before, but I could definitely get used to that.

I chose this amazing, army green one-shoulder high-split cocktail dress that highlighted my legs and hips, since I didn't have big tits. When I was choosing the shoes, and about to fit this beautiful pair of low-heel dress shoes, Mira stopped me.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed. "We want those expensive toenails to show, so please pick something accordingly."

I ended up picking strappy dress sandals, so that Mark could enjoy the view.

In addition, we bought new lingerie, or actually, Mira bought several sets, but I wanted only one. I chose this beautiful emerald thong and bra set, which I thought Mark would enjoy.

When we were getting back to the hotel, I was dying to ask more about the fetish.

"Tell me, what is it that he wants me to do exactly? I need to know, since I don't want to screw this up."

She giggled again. "Well, like I said, he likes feet, and a beautiful pair like yours will turn him on. You could for example let him kiss your feet, touch his body with them... let me think what else... oh, he probably wants to suck your toes... and... oh, you could stroke him with your feet. Stuff like that," she listed as if she were reading a shopping list.

"Stroke him... you mean his cock?"

"Yeah, but he'll probably be satisfied if you just offer him the possibility to touch your feet. From what I understood, he has never had that experience before either. And don't worry, you'll like it. It feels really arousing during sex."

For some reason, I believed her, even though I had never really thought about anything related to feet during sex. I wanted to give Mark the opportunity to enjoy something with me, he had never experienced with any other woman. Mira also gave me some detailed suggestions on how to excite him, and I made a mental note of everything she said.

***

When I got back to the hotel room, I was completely exhausted. I threw the bags onto the bed and was about to jump after them when I saw a beautifully wrapped package on the nightstand. There was a note attached to the package.

'I hope you will wear these tonight.'

When I opened the package, I screamed out loud. He had bought me a diamond earring and necklace set. These must have cost a fortune, I thought when I rushed to the mirror and tried on earrings. They were exquisite. The fatigue I had felt a moment ago was gone.

I looked at the watch and understood I had about an hour before Mark would return, and I wanted to surprise him somehow. I headed for the shower.

When he came back to the room, I was sitting on the sofa wearing only my towel. I had raised my feet on the table, and I was wiggling my pedicured toes. I had picked up a magazine and pretended I was reading it.

"Hi, handsome," I greeted him when he came to the living room.

He stopped at the door, just looking at me.

"Something wrong, Mark?" His eyes were fixed on me.

"No, absolutely not. You look... amazing." This was the first time I had seen him hesitate.

"Come here." I curled my finger, luring him closer.

He removed his tie as he walked slowly towards me, and when he started to lean into me, I stopped him by raising my foot to his chest.

"I went for a pedicure today. You like it?" I smiled at him seductively.

He gently took hold of my other foot and carefully examined my toes.

"So beautiful, Renee." His voice trembled a little, and he didn't move his gaze from my feet. I felt I had him under my control, and it felt good, exciting.

"You want to kiss them?" I whispered to him, and he finally raised his eyes to mine, like asking if I was serious. I just nodded slowly, smiling at him.

First, he pressed a kiss on the ball of the foot. I thought it would have tickled, but instead I felt a warm wave run through my body. Then he kissed my toenails, sliding his lips over every toe, and when I saw his gaze on me, I encouraged him to go further.

"Please Daddy, suck my toes. I would like it."

He didn't need another push. He started to suck my toes eagerly, closing his eyes. The feeling was much more arousing than I had expected, and a sigh escaped my lips when I saw how excited he was.

I was turned on that I unconsciously opened my towel and exposed my naked body to him. For a short moment, I felt uncertainty, and I couldn't believe I was completely naked in front of him. My boyfriend's dad, my Sugardaddy. I pushed my foot to him and lowered my other foot to his crotch, all the time looking him in the eyes. He moaned when I touched his crotch, and I could feel he was hard.

He licked and sucked my toes. Kissed my heels and calves. I moved my hand to my labia and started slowly rubbing my already wet pussy. He was watching my hands every move, but didn't stop caressing my foot.

"You like what you see?" I had always been ashamed of my protruding labia; now, when I showed myself to him, I felt unsure if he would like it.

"You are stunning, Renee. You have a beautiful pussy, baby."

"You want to taste it, Daddy?" He let go of my foot and lowered himself between my legs. I slid my fingers through his hair. I could feel my pussy leaking when he smelled me and kissed my labia for the first time and moaned loudly when I felt his tongue on my clit.

He sucked my cunt lips gently and his tongue circled my clit slowly. Our eyes were fixed on each other all the time. I could see the lust in his eyes.

"Holy fuck your tongue feels good in my pussy." He moved both of his hands under my butt and pressed his face to my cunt. His tongue felt so fucking good and soon I was rubbing my pussy against his tongue pulling him closer. He ate me until I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Oh, fuck Daddy. I'm coming." I screamed when the first wave of a strong orgasm hit my body.

I think I squeezed his head too hard with my legs, because when he rose, his face was all red. I laughed when I leaned towards him and we started kissing. It was so arousing to taste my pussy from his lips and tongue. I wanted him inside me so I lowered my hand to his cock and started stroking him through his trousers. I could feel he was rock-hard. But he withdrew.

"We don't have time to go any further now, Babe," he said breathlessly.

"But I want you inside me, Daddy," I pleaded, and I wasn't joking. I really wanted to feel his cock inside me.

"I know. I want you too, but we are going to be late for dinner."

"Okay, I guess you are right. I need to prepare also," I said temptingly, still gently caressing his hard-on through his bulging trousers. I watched as he headed for the shower again, and I barricaded myself into the bedroom, closing the door. I didn't want him to see me until I was ready. I stripped, still feeling the arousal he had caused.

I put on my brand new thong and bra, thinking about what Mark would say this evening when he would see me wearing these. Then I slipped the dress over my head, setting the single shoulder strap elegantly on my shoulder. I smoothed the fabric down and looked at how it skimmed my figure. It looked really good.

Next, I turned my attention to my feet. I slid the strap sandals onto my feet and tightened the straps around my ankles, making sure my beautifully painted toes were visible to whoever might want to look. They really added a touch of glamour to the whole thing.

I was happy that I had done my hair and makeup earlier, since by the time I had finished with my outfit, Mark was ready.

"Renee? We need to get going. Do you need more time?" He was waiting for me in the living room.

"Just one more thing and I'll be right there."

I took out the jewelry box Mark had given me and opened it. I still couldn't believe that he had bought these for me. I put the earrings and necklace on carefully and took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. He had to like what he would see, I thought to myself before opening the bedroom door.

Mark was standing by the window, his back to me as I walked towards him. When he heard the door open in the quiet room, he turned. His eyes widened just a fraction, and that made me sigh. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind I hadn't seen before.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning, Renee." He sighed.

That made me blush. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"Like it? That's an understatement. I'm sure you are the most beautiful woman of the evening."

"And I'm yours, Daddy." His gaze lingered on my exposed shoulder, lowering to my breasts, hips, along the bare leg to my feet. When I saw his eyes fixed on my shoes and feet, I asked him.

"You like them?"

He didn't answer, perhaps because it was obvious that he did. "How did you know?" he asked, referring to his fetish.

"I guess you could call it a Sugarbabe secret," I said with a straight face, but we both burst laughing and he pulled me close, kissing me softly.

***

The Gala Dinner began with a cocktail reception. I found myself walking hand-in-hand with Mark to an elegantly appointed space full of people I didn't know and whose eyes were on me. I noticed that I was desperately looking for Mira and clung to Mark's hand. He must have felt my nervousness as he squeezed my hand affirmingly, keeping me close.

To my relief, I noticed that I wasn't the only young woman among these mostly middle-aged men, so it was more than likely that they had some sort of arrangement also, but when I gazed at the other men at the reception, I was sure I had the most handsome Daddy among them.

Then, a subtle chime through the sound system signaled that we needed to move to the grand ballroom room which was a breathtaking sight. To my delight, I noticed that we were sitting next to Gregory and Mira.

"How is it going?" she whispered in my ear when everyone had sat down.

"I'm so nervous," I replied, still squeezing Mark's hand.

"You need to relax and make him the nervous one." I looked at her questioningly, and she hinted with her gaze to look where her hand was. I had thought that she was holding Gregory's hand as well, but no, when I glanced at his lap, I noticed that Mira was gently massaging his crotch under the table. She giggled again, and I couldn't help but do the same.

Mark looked at us, perplexed as we giggled, but didn't dare to ask anything.

Throughout the meal, the program unfolded seamlessly. The president of the association offered a warm welcome, and with pride, he listed the accomplishments of the past year. The food was excellent, and although I tried my best to follow what others were doing, Mark had to advise me on a few occasions on which cutlery to use with which dish.

Then, a silence fell over the room when Mark, as the keynote speaker, took the stage. I looked mesmerized as he spoke about his insights into the latest research and his perspectives on the evolving orthopedic education.

When I stared at him on the stage, I couldn't help but notice that I got aroused again, and I was ripping his clothes off with my gaze. I smiled when I thought that just a couple of hours ago he had been sucking my toes and pussy. I had to admit to myself that the appeal of a mature, successful, and rich man got me excited.

A significant portion of the evening was dedicated to recognizing those who had made contributions, and I felt proud as Mark's name was mentioned as one of the major donors supporting crucial educational initiatives.

As the formal program concluded, the atmosphere shifted to more relaxed, and when some guests began to make their farewells, we headed for the lounge area, where there was live entertainment - a smooth jazz band filled the air with soft tunes. When we sat down at our table with Gregory and Mira, he kissed me softly for the first time since we left the room.

"You okay?" he asked when I laid my hand on his thigh.

I loved how he was concerned about my well-being in the middle of all this commotion.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

He smiled, took my hand, and led me to the dance floor, pressing his body against mine. We started to sway to the rhythm of the slow music.

"I don't think I can wait much longer," he whispered in my ear.

"You don't need to wait a second longer than you want, Daddy," I teased him, and when I saw how Mira was shamelessly French-kissing Gregory at the table, and started nibbling Mark's neck.

"We could go upstairs and continue from where we left off before coming down here."

"Remind me again, what were we doing then?" He teased me right back.

"I think I was about to take your cock out and suck you."

I didn't have an opportunity to tell him more when he turned towards the table and wished Gregory a good evening. I saw Mira winking at me when we left.

***

We barely managed to get through the door and stumble to the living room when he pressed me to my knees. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly started to unzip his pants, taking my time. I wanted him to want me as much as possible, and I prolonged the inevitable.

I flinched and sighed when his cock sprang free.

"Wow, it's... I love it."

It was brutally beautiful. Not super long, but thick like a log, and rock hard. It curved upwards a little bit. He laughed quietly at my reaction.

"Are you still okay?" He asked.

I stroked the shaft slowly, examining it from all angles. It would have looked almost scary if I hadn't wanted it so much. I already felt the pressure in my pussy.

"Yes, I'm good. It's just so... thick. I've never had anything like it."

He smiled. "You really know how to choose the right words for a man."

It felt hot in my hand. I could feel the veins and how it throbbed. His balls were big and firm. Probably full of cum.

"Downstairs, you were saying something about?" he left the words unsaid and just winked at me, all the time stroking my hair.

I nodded, and then he gently guided my head closer. I opened my mouth, took him in and started to suck his cock eagerly. First I kept my hand on his shaft, controlling that he didn't get too deep, but when I got used to his size I moved my hands to his butt.

"Oh, my God, Renee," he moaned as he kept his eyes fixed on mine. I guess the sight of me, mouth full of his cock was pleasant.

Then I let his cock slip out of my mouth. "You can fuck my mouth if you want, Daddy."

He smiled when he laid his hands on my neck and slowly started to slide his engorged organ inside my mouth. Little by little he got deeper and I did my best to swallow his cock. He was careful not to push it too deep, but when I got too greedy I gagged and he took his cock out. My saliva was dripping from it.

"You okay?"

I just nodded and pulled him into my mouth again. The feel of the older man's hard shaft between my lips made me wet.

I stroked his cock and licked his balls as he took away his shirt. I loved sucking him. Being on my knees in front of him made me feel slutty, and I liked it. Then he told me to rise, and he pulled me close, kissing me deeply.

"Let's get you out of this beautiful dress," he said, but I pushed him backward. I urged him to sit on the sofa.

"Just enjoy the show," I said, and started to slowly undress myself. I wanted him to see me wearing only my new bra and thong and the jewelry he had bought me.

I slowly slid off the shoulder strap and pushed my dress downwards, revealing my body little by little. From his lustful gaze, I could see that he really enjoyed what he saw. When I was standing in front of him in my bra and thong, I had to ask.

"You like these? I bought them today just for you?" I spun around slowly, giving him the best possible view of my body. Looking at him sitting there naked, with his erection pointing to the roof, I felt moistness between my legs.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful and arousing at once," he sighed, and I walked closer to him, lifting my feet to his lap.

"Could you help me a little with these?" I asked innocently.

Without saying anything, he undid the straps of my shoes one by one and just caressed and admired my feet for a long time. I saw how his cock twitched as I brushed it with my toes. I teased him even more by moving my thong to the side, revealing my moist pussy to him and fingering myself in front of him.

That was too much for him, he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

"You are a real tease, Renee," He laughed when he ripped off my thongs and pulled my legs apart. Suddenly, I was dripping wet. He was going to take me now.

He stroked his cock and I rubbed my pussy. Our eyes were fixed on each other. "Are we gonna do it now, Daddy?" I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.

"Are you gonna make me your Sugarbabe?" He slid his shaft in my sopping slit, teasing my clit with the tip of his rod.

"You need to ask for it... ask me to do it."

"Stop teasing me. I want your cock, Daddy. Fuck your baby." We fixed our eyes on each other as he pushed his rock-hard organ inside me.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we are doing this. Fuck, take it slow Daddy."

It felt like he was going to split my cunt in half. I loved how he felt inside me. So much better than his son Derek.

He came to lie on top of me. He was heavy, and I felt trapped under his weight and slow thrusts. His chest hair tickled my breasts and when he pressed his lips against mine I felt like I was going to cum right then.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and our tongues played, taking turns in both mouths.

"Your cock feels amazing Daddy."

He grunted and fucked me faster. My body was all his. He sucked my tender nipples and ate my neck. I've never been so wet in my life. I could feel my juices leaking from me, and I was sure I was creaming his shaft.

Then he rose back to his knees clearly enjoying the sight of his dick sliding in my waxed cunt. I remembered Mira's tip and lifted my foot to his chest. He looked at me in the eyes, grinning and the started to suck my toes and fuck me simultaneously. The feeling was exhilarating and really arousing. I was happy to see him enjoy this so much.

Suddenly he took his cock out. Slapping my clit with his shaft.

"I love your pussy, baby," he sighed and turned to his back.

"Now show me what you can do."

I smiled and squatted over him. I spread my cunt lips with my fingers and guided his cock inside me with the other hand, trying to give him the best possible view and he clearly liked it.

"Fuck... You look beautiful on my cock." I leaned into his chest and started sliding on his thick shaft. He put his hands on my tit's teasing my nipples.

"Look at me," he ordered, and I tried to focus my eyes on his.

"Good. Tell me how much you like it." He was panting also.

"Tell me how much you like fucking Daddy."

"I love it." I moaned. "I've never been fucked like this, Daddy."

"Good. Now, I want you to cum for me."

He placed his hands under my butt and fucked me hard from under. The room filled with skin banging against the other, and soon I noticed that I wasn't in control anymore. He was so strong that he practically supported me with his hands and used my hole. It was simply too much for me.

"Fuck... I'm going to cum, Daddy." If there were someone anywhere near us, they most certainly heard how my Sugardaddy was going to give his girl an orgasm.

Derek had never been able to make me come with his cock alone. Neither had any other man, for that matter. It usually required my fingers to make it happen, but now I could feel the pressure building. It was going to be a big one.

"Ooooh, fuuuck... I'm cumming Daddy"

My knees locked, and I would have fallen backward if he hadn't pulled me to him. I convulsed in his arms. It was a powerful orgasm and he kept his cock inside me all the time. When it passed, I felt how he stroked my neck and kissed my ear.

"You okay, baby?"

"No, I'm not," I giggled. "I've never had an orgasm like that."

I looked him straight in the eyes and we kissed.

"I want your cum in my pussy, Daddy," I whispered to his ear.

I crawled backward and took a hold of his cock. I giggled again when I saw how his shaft was covered in my pussy cream. I took him in my mouth and sucked him slowly. I couldn't believe his stamina. His meat was still steel-hard and throbbing.

Then he told me to go to my fours. I obliged by offering him my pussy and ass. I arched my back giving him best possible access and he thrusted his cock in me, making me scream.

"Oh, my God. Take it slow, Daddy."

Mark held my hips as he slowly slid his bare, engorged organ inside my cunt. With each thrust, he went as deep as he could, savoring the moment when he was completely in me. His hands caressed my ass and lower back, pressing me to arch my back even more.

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck your Sugarbabe hard," I pleaded and when he started to increase his pace, I had to clench the sheets to my fists and scream in the pillow.

I was on the borderline between pain and pleasure. A mixture of those two opposing feelings, in the right proportion, was something I had never felt before, and I wanted more of it. Then I heard how his breathing became superficial and his body jerked.

"I'm cumming in your pussy, Renee," he panted.

I pressed my ass to him, and tried pulling him closer by holding my hands on his legs and encouraged him to give me his sperm.

"Please, Daddy. Please. I want it all... everything you want to give me." Then I felt his warm cum fill my hungry pussy.

Afterward, we took that shower together, which he had promised me, and I let him wash me all over. He spent extra time cleaning my pussy and feet. I think we both enjoyed it in a way neither of us had enjoyed before.

***

Mark was still sleeping when I woke up. Last night's events and the amazing sex ran through my thoughts as I was feeling out my naked body. It was still hard for me to believe that he was right here beside me. I almost wished that uptight Angela would see us now, but of course, I didn't really want that.

I slowly slid downward and sat between his legs, with my legs crossed, admiring his soft member. When he began to wake up I caressed his cock and balls gently.

"Good morning, Daddy." I smiled when his sleepy eyes met mine.

"Good morning, Babe."

He didn't stop me when I started to stroke his hardening cock. He put his hands behind his head and clearly was about to just enjoy the view.

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, and felt the blood flowing into his organ, making it harder each time I took him in. I let my saliva drip from my chin and made the blowjob as sloppy as possible. After I had wet his cock properly I leaned back.

"And now something special for my Daddy," I said lustfully.

He looked excited when I took his cock between my feet and started to rub his organ with the balls of my foot and the soles. I touched his shaft with my toes and tried to find a good position to really stroke him.

Through trial and error, I finally found out that by putting my other leg between his cock and belly and pressing it with the other foot I could stimulate the tip of his cock with my big toe. I rubbed the tip slowly with my toes and, every once in a while, slid my foot along his shaft, all the way from balls to the tip.

"Oh, my god, Renee. This is just amazing," he sighed, keeping his eyes on what I was doing.

Once I got the hang of it, I examined his face when his focus was on my footjob. His gaze was gleaming. I could see that he had fantasized about this for a long time, and when it finally happened, it was almost too much for him.

His breathing became erratic, and he kept repeating for me to keep going. I was happy that I could offer him something no other woman had done for him. To my own surprise I noticed that this turned me on even more than I had expected.

Then it just happened. Suddenly his cock erupted with him moaning quietly and he sprayed warm cum to my feet and his stomach. I started to giggle.

"Did you like it, Daddy?" I asked when it seemed that his orgasm took his tongue.

He took my cum covered feet in his hands and rubbed my feet for a while before saying anything, but I could see from his gaze that he had loved it.

"That was... Wow... I dreamed of that for so long." He was still a bit out of breath when I lay on top of him and we kissed.

***

After we landed back home, we went for coffee before parting our ways. There were a few things we knew needed to be cleared up before anything like this could happen again.

"So, Daddy, are you happy how the interview went?" I asked, referring to his words at the golf club a week ago.

"I think you know I am, and I am more than prepared to make this arrangement more permanent, but..." He didn't need to finish his thought. I already knew what the But was.

"I know. The truth is, I was prepared to leave him before any of this between us even started. I like your son, but -"

"You don't have to say more. I understand, Renee. You are an ambitious girl with a great future ahead of you, and Derek... well... he needs to grow up."

I didn't say anything. It was clear what we both wanted and what needed to be done in order for both of us to get that. We both knew this wouldn't be the rest of our lives type of relationship, which was fine for us.

I left Derek the next day. Mark provided me with an apartment near the campus and took care of my expenses, plus everything I needed. I provided him with the intimacy and company he didn't get from his wife.

After our trip to New York, it took him only three days before he was in my bed again, sucking my toes and sliding his cock inside me.

The end.