How I Met My Sugar Daddy

Daddy had been looking after me for five years, and they'd been the best years of my life. When I was struggling through college and not sure how I was going to pay my rent, he found me.

I'd been sitting with my friends at a bar, telling them I was drinking water because I had an early class and a bit of a headache. Shitty boyband music was blaring through the speakers and he was sitting next to me, and smiled when they clinked shots and downed them with a cheer. He was older, but so handsome, and I didn't mind when he rested his arm on the back of my chair and leaned in to whisper,

"Can I buy you a drink?"

His cologne was deep and rich and made my mouth water a little. Up close, I could see a tiny bit of grey starting to show in his neat, dark hair. I shook my head and tapped my nails on my glass.

"No, I have one, thank you."

He smiled, all straight teeth and dimples, and it filled me with butterflies.

"Can I get you anything else?" He didn't move away. I could feel him warm and solid against my arm, and I pressed my thighs together.

"A better landlord would be nice," I answered with a small smile, and a gentle laugh rumbled through him.

"Shoddy repairs or hiking your rent up?"

I was distracted for a moment when my friends decided they wanted to move on to a different bar. I declined their offer and said I'd text them when I got home. After making sure I was okay and didn't mind being abandoned, they filed out of the door and I turned back to the attractive stranger.

"Increasing my rent, for the third time this year."

He raised his hand to caress my cheek, running his thumb down to my chin and giving it a pull so I would release my bottom lip from between my teeth. I should have been horrified that this random man was touching me so intimately, but there was something sturdy and authoritative about him that made me not really care.

"You could always offer to pay him in... other ways," he suggested, voice low and breath warm against my ear.

"He's ancient," I said, wrinkling my nose, "I don't think he'd survive an orgasm without his heart giving up." The man laughed again, and rested his other hand on my knee, fingers playing with the edge of my denim skirt.

"But you would fuck him to cover the costs, if he was a little more your type?"

I nodded with a smile, tilting my head to one side. "Sure, why not?" I wondered if I was reading into what was happening, but then he moved his hand under my skirt, and I wrapped my fingers around his wrist to keep him from reaching the edge of my panties.

"Someone will see!" I whispered, glancing to the side to see if any of the tipsy patrons were looking. None of them were, all distracted by whoever they were drinking with.

"How much is your rent?" He easily pushed my hand away, but instead of moving up, he wrapped his hand around my thigh and squeezed lightly. I told him the new sum my landlord had texted, and he shifted on his stool so that one long leg was on the ground.

"If you suck my cock with that pretty little mouth, I'll cover your rent for this month."

I didn't quite take in what he was saying straight away. His eyes had gone all dark and hooded, like a predator that had finally found the little rabbit they'd been following around the woods.

I must have nodded, since he took my hand and led me through the bar until we were inside a tiny storeroom. He pushed me against the closed door, and ran his nose down my throat, groaning fervently as he palmed my breasts through my cotton top.

He rested one hand on my shoulder and pushed me down until I was face to face with his crotch.

"Get him out," he growled, bracing both hands against the door. I did as I was told -- only a tiny, weak voice in my head telling me this was a bad idea. I'd never had a one-night stand, let alone got off with a stranger in public, but I was more turned on than I'd ever been with a partner. His cock was already hard and leaking, and much larger than my ex-boyfriend. I glimpsed up at him, and felt my pussy contract as he raised his dark brow and tilted his hips forward.

I opened my mouth like an obedient little slut, and let him push inside. His pre-cum was salty and masculine, and I whimpered around his thick length as he throbbed against my tongue. I let my lips close around him and sucked him deeper into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in a few seconds. He rested the top of his head against the door and stared down at me, eyes shining and mouth open.

He pressed so deep into me that my head hit the back of the door. My eyes watered as he fucked my throat, but he seemed to like that as within minutes he pulled away and began violently jerking himself against my lips.

"Mouth open, eyes on daddy."

I was already looking up at him, and let my tongue hang out a little over my bottom lip. He wasn't old enough to be my daddy, but some men just like the fantasy, I guess. He grunted hard as he came, spilling himself all over my tongue and lips in thick ropes, using the blunt head of his cock like a paintbrush as he smeared his cum around my mouth. I stayed perfectly still, until, with an uneven breath, he told me to swallow. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, but I followed his order, licking my lips clean, something buzzing deep inside my chest at my obedience.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl." his voice was rough and dark and sent goosebumps down my arms.

I hummed to myself, that warmth inside me growing bigger, and took his offered hand to stand up. He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth and his hands sweeping up and down my body. I faintly wondered if he could taste himself, and if he cared, but then his long fingers were pushing my cotton panties to the side and slipping through my wet folds.

"Jesus, you're fucking soaked. Do you get off on sucking strangers' cocks on a Friday night?" I shook my head, and I could feel my cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. I turned my face away, not sure what to feel as his fingers swirled around my sensitive clit.

"Just my cock, then?" he continued, pressing his face into my neck and painting a line from my collarbone to jaw with his hot tongue, coaxing a soft moan from me.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked against my skin.

"No." I didn't sound like myself, my voice pitched and thin, and then he pressed a finger inside me and I nearly collapsed against the door. I was only held up by his strong arms and a thick thigh, and I hid my face in his chest as I groaned at the delicious way he moved inside me. I faintly wondered if he would have still done this if I had answered his question differently.

"You're so tight, I bet you'd feel like heaven on my cock."

I tried to muffle my moans, but then he added another finger to his intrusion, and kept his thumb pressed hard over my clit, and I couldn't help myself. I lifted myself onto one foot, trying to open myself more, hitching one leg up against his hip so I could grind myself back against him. In the end, it was the way his thumb stroked back and forth over my sensitive little nub that did me in. I came hard, much faster than usual, and held onto him tightly as he fingered me through it. And before I'd even caught my breath, he'd dropped to his knees and was lapping against me with his broad tongue, cleaning up the mess he'd made, sucking against my swollen, sensitive lips roughly. I fisted one hand in his dark hair, and he exhaled a warm, satisfied breath against me.

It was only now that reality was catching up with me. This man, I didn't even know his name, probably wasn't going to be giving me any money. It would have been embarrassing if I'd not gotten an orgasm out of this as well as him.

He stood up, back to towering over me again, and kissed me once more, this time gentle and soft.

"Can I make sure you get home okay?" Probably a bad idea to show the stranger where I lived, but I nodded without thinking and let him take my hand and lead me from the cupboard, through the bar, and out onto the street. It was colder than I remembered, and he gave me his jacket as we walked through the city.

By the time we arrived at my building, we'd barely spoken. I wondered if he was having post-nut clarity, and didn't know how to get out of this thing he'd got himself tangled up in.

"Here, you've more than earned it." he pulled out his wallet and pressed a handful of notes into my palm. More than I needed.

"Oh," I said, relief flooding me, "thank you."

"I'd love to see you again sometime. I'd be happy to reimburse you again if it's something you'd be interested in?"

I hadn't been expecting that.

"You want to... pay me to be with you? Like a sugar daddy?"

His smile was instant.

"Exactly."