She walked up behind me and put her hands around me to feel my pussy.
‘Wet,’ she remarked. ‘Definitely wet. But let’s see how much wetter we can get you. Clare, come over here.’
Clare put down her wine glass and walked over in her nurse’s uniform.
She turned me around, pushed me against the wall. Remember, I was naked except for my stockings and shoes. She was in her latex outfit, her tits sticking out, her pussy sticking out.
We kissed. We kissed so fucking hard I could feel her tongue almost all the way down my throat. We kissed so hard that I was gasping for breath but I was gasping because her one hand was on y pussy and the other was on my tits. She was rubbing and pinching my tits while fucking my pussy with her hand. I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t wait a minute longer. The whipping, the hands, the tongue, the tits - I had to come.
‘I’m going to come,’ I burst out. ‘I have to come, now, oh yes, yes..’
I was dripping come everywhere. Clare’s outfit was still on but it was pushed up, or down I wasn’t quite sure, and she was on her hands and knees and while I was coming, Lulu was standing over her. Again, with the whip, whipping her once, crack, twice, crack, three times oh my god that was all it took.
Clare was coming and then we were coming together and Nicola had come to join us. And then we were a mix of arms and legs and tits and nipples and tongues and mouths and pussy, lots and lots of pussy. Our latex was half on and half off, our stockings were coming down, we were all a mess and dishevelled and divine and mixed up and we didn’t know whose hand was in whose cunt or whose nipples were being touched or licked by whose mouth; it was just completely and totally brilliant.
The two dominatrixes, Nicola and Lulu, were then together. We watched them tousle for position. Nicola got Lulu in handcuffs and slowly used her whole body and her hands and her mouth to go down on her. She touched her in places that were magnificent. Lulu could not touch back, she could only moan and groan and beg for more.
‘Oh more more more’ she cried, but then she also cried to be untied.
‘I want to fuck you too, untie me, please, please, oh oh fuck me like that again, yes, yes..’
Clare and I joined in a little, touching, kissing, we sat back a little and watched and then again al four of us were a mass of bodies and tits and pussies, wet and kissing, fucking and fucking some more.
I had pretty much forgotten that Sean was there.
Until we had done and we had all pulled on our latex costumes back up again, and were sitting drinking our wine when suddenly…
Sean.
‘Hey girls,’ he said. ‘That was one hell of a show, wow, I didn’t know you had it in you.’
Lulu and Clare stared at him, wide eyed. In fact, I realised, this was going to turn really ugly. They thought he had been spying. They did not know that was what I had arranged.
‘Wait, wait…’ I blurted out. ‘He is not spying, he, I mean, we…’
I was so exhausted from the sex that I could barely speak. Also, nobody was listening to me or to Nicola. Instead, Clare and Lulu were blasting him.
‘You little asshole, how dare you do this, have you not learned anything over the last year, we ought to skin you alive.’
Lulu was brandishing her whip and was about to start using it on Sean who looked completely terrified. He was also trying to talk but nobody could get a word in edgewise. The two girls were going nuts.
Also, Lulu was using her whip on him, not the way she had used it on me which was both sexy and just a little bit sore, but in a full on whipping way.
I had to stop this.
‘Stop stop Lulu for the love of God put your whip down, it’s okay, it’s okay, it was a thing I arranged, I asked Sean to take pics…’
Lulu turned to face me. She looked rather terrifying.
‘You what?’
Oh what had I done, my idea had most definitely backfired on me. On all of us. But here was Nicola, coming to my rescue.
‘Lulu. Clare. Leave Sean alone. This is meant to be a bit of fun, a bit more fun. And god knows we have had tons of fun already haven’t we. We asked Sean to take a few photographs, you know, of the four of us, together. They are only for us to see, nobody else. We can trust Sean, really.’
I suddenly felt my heart leap. We could trust Sean. I mean, I had also been having sex with him and so I hoped that I too could trust him not to tell anyone about this.
I had to make sure that all of us women trusted him. Oh my, what a way to end a foursome. He could at least have waiting a little while.
‘Sean, show us your photographs,’ I said, thinking this would keep the peace.
It did in a way. Everyone stopped their yelling and shouting.
‘And I am keeping the memory card too,’ said Lulu, just to make sure that our photographs were safe.
We gathered on the bed, Sean sat in the middle of us with his camera. And then we slowly went through the pics. The first few were of Nicola and me, getting ready for dinner, in the bathtub and then in our beautiful and sexy and kinky latex outfits. Fuck me, we looked really really good. I did not realise how super hot we actually were.
And then the pics started of Lulu and Clare and the four of us. There were pics of us seated formally at the dining room table. And there were pics of us slowly touching each other, feeling our way, feeling our way around one another. There were some that were totally pornographic with Lulu’s head between my legs - wow, I thought that had been Clare’s head - and of me fingering Nicola and slapping her ass. Clearly she thought that had been Lulu as she gasped when she saw the photograph.
Each pic was more fantastic than the last, each one was sexy and vibrant and sure a whole lot pornographic too but we didn’t care about that. These photographs were for us and only for us.
Sean was busy telling us how hard it was to take the photographs.
‘I couldn’t let you see me so I really had to sneak around. Also, each time I clicked I was worried that one of you would hear and would turn around and see me. Although, I must say, you were all very very busy and engrossed in what you were doing. Of course, the biggest problem for me was my hard on. I was so horny watching you four make out, all I really wanted to do was join you.’
I didn’t even think about it or think about the consequences. I felt it was time to reward Sean.
I stretched out my arm and put it on his cock, over his jeans. He was right, it was rock hard. Nicola took her cue from me. She leaned over and she kissed him. I slowly unzipped his jeans and put my hand inside. I drew his cock out.
It was huge.
Clare leaned over. She took his huge cock in her mouth. We watched her. She licked the edges of his cock and then she licked up and down the shaft. And then she took the whole thing in her mouth, licking and sucking, in and out, in and out. Sean’s face was a picture of delight. I had meantime taken off his shirt and was licking his nipples. Nicola and Lulu were ignoring Sean completely and were touching each other!
We all started again, all over again, but this time there were five of us. This was no longer a Girl Gang it was just a Bang, a Group Bang, and it was fantastic. There was us, stockings, heels, bits of latex, a handcuff, a whip, our tongues, our bodies and a whole lot of coming.
When we were all done we moved on to dessert. Nicola and I had bought ice-cream and we all ate it hungrily. And then we took Sean’s camera, made quite sure he had not made a copy of anything, and we sent him off in the night.
The four of us fell asleep. And in the morning we woke up, Lulu and Clare went home and Nicola and I cleaned up.
What a night. What a fabulous fabulous night.
Chapter Seven
Some things End
Not everything can last forever.
After that amazing and rather wild night, Clare broke up with Mark. She knew that he didn’t really want to be with her anymore and she had learned that she did not want to be with him. She and Lulu were together for a while but that also ended. Lulu l
iked to explore, a lot, and that crazy night for her was just one of many. For us, it was a once off, something new, something fantastic.
But here is the surprise. Clare landed up with Sean. I had not picked up that the two of them had something going that night and that most of the pics Sean had taken were of Clare! She called us a few days later to tell us, rather sheepishly, that she was starting to date Sean.
‘Hey, you two. I just wanted to let you know that Lulu and I are not together, but also I am not with Mark. In fact, if this is going to shock you, I am dating Sean. We are not an item, yet, but we may become one. I hope you’re okay with that, I mean, I just felt I should tell you..’
I was more delighted than anything. I had always been anxious that Sean might tell Nicola about her affair and I did not want to hurt her. This way, I felt protected. Nicola and I were really good. We were still the IT Girls even though we had no desire to be IT Girls.
But we were IT Girls for another reason. We had loved the photographs that Sean had taken. He was a very good photographer, starting off from those many months ago when he had photographed me nude. Not just nude, in many compromising positions.
This time, after seeing the photographs, we knew we could do something with them. They were works of art. And we all looked incredibly sexy in them, sexy in our latex, sexy in the nude, sexy sipping wine, sexy kissing each other, sexy without our latex. The photographs were a series, a series of women learning about each other, themselves and each other’s bodies.
‘What if we made money out of these pics? I asked Nicola one day. I had still not found work and I really needed money.
‘Who would we sell them too?’ she asked.
At least she was open to the suggestion.
I suggested that we asked Mark. He always had connections and his life was almost back on track, post Clare and post me before that. I still wanted to be his friend. And maybe this was a way we could help each other.
Mark met me for coffee one afternoon.
‘I have something to show you,’ I told him. ‘Don’t gasp too loud.’
He waited expectantly, while I took out the photographs. As he drank his coffee, I showed them to him, one by one. His face went from serious to very serious to an OH MY GOSH to oh wow to what the hell is that Clare and then back to OH MY GOSH.
‘Molly. These are absolutely brilliant. Sexy beyond belief. I cannot believe that you took them, or that you asked Sean to take them. Also, that Clare is in there! Who knew? But wow, yes, jeez, I agree with you, it is time to do something with them. I think you could get rich.’
‘Will you ask your contacts I asked?’
See. The strongest friendships always go back to the early friendships. Mark and I had been through a lot of stuff together and we were still there for one another.
‘I will see what I can do,’ Mark told me. ‘I’ll come back to you tomorrow. Or later tonight. Hang ten.’
We finished our coffee, finished our cake, caught up on ordinary life, and then we parted way.
The next day Mark called me. It was a good conversation, a great conversation, one of the best I have ever had. Mark had made a good deal for us. He was after all a very good business person.
And then, as the title of this chapter, some things have to change. They sure changed for all of us. Mark sold our photographs to Playpen Magazine. He sold them for ONE MILLION DOLLARS. And he negotiated a profit for us on the calendar that he sold to Playpen Magazine too. We were rich. WE were rich beyond belief. And not just us. Clare and Lulu both got money too.
Sean did not get money but his name was out there as the Photographer of the Year. We all benefited from those photographs. And our naked, kinky, sexy but beautiful pics were everywhere. And we were famous, we were IT Girls but we were Sexy IT Girls.
Our calendar was sold all over the world. The four of us, me, Nicola, Lulu and Clare, were in demand. People wanted us to talk about sex, to talk about being lesbian, to talk about nude photography and to talk about boundaries.
We loved talking. I particularly loved talking. I was on talk shows and on the radio and even on CNN. There was such pride in what we did and what we had done and we opened up a whole new sexuality for women, and for men. Do what you want, try new things, don’t be scared to experiment.
I am so glad I wasn’t scared to experiment.
In fact, even now I am still experimenting. Nicola is waiting for me in her office. She has a new job. Her office is on the 16th floor, high up overlooking the city. Right now she’s closed the blinds in her office and she’s taken off her underwear. I am in the elevator, going up to the 16th floor. I have taken off my underwear too. Mine is in my purse. And now I’m walking along the corridor to her office. I am saying his to all her staff as I walk past them. And then I am going to walk into her office and I am going to pull her skirt off and I am going to go down on my knees and I am going to stick my head between her legs. And fuck her. On the 16th Floor. Leaning right against the glass window.
Sugar Daddy’s Girl The Complete Series
By
Lexi Kinsley
© 2017 All Rights Reserved
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses per law
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Table Of Contents
Age Play (Book One)
More Than Friends (Book Two)
Sex Machine (Book Three)
Alpha Daddy (Book Four)
Daddy and Baby Girl (Book Five)
Bonus Book: Sex Prescribed
Sugar Daddy’s Girl
Age Play
Book One
Lexi Kinsley
© 2017 All Rights Reserved
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses per law
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
"Erotica is literature designed to be read with one hand.."
-Brooke Kinsley
Description
Hugo Davenport is a sex addict and rich lonely men. One day he meets Katie Stewart, the young, new and very hot therapist. She seems to be the right one to help him. They talk about Hugo’s problems. She finds hot he wasn’t meeting her for his loneliness problems but because Katie looks exactly like ‘’Candy’’, Hugo’s favourite porn star.
This was a game to Hugo. He didn’t need therapy. He wanted me. He was fifty years old but he wanted to be with me, even though I was half his age.
Is this all going to end in disaster, Katie being a Sugar Baby?
he was Hugo Davenport. The scandal would be enormous if people knew he had a Sugar Baby.
Chapter One: A Little Late For Work
I knew I shouldn’t have lazed in bed for that extra hour but I just couldn't help myself. Now, rushing off to work, I looked like I had just woken up. My hair was disheveled and my skirt a little crumpled; I really should’ve taken a bit longer to get dressed that morning. I needed to look grown up, adult and business-like; I needed to be taken seriously. My hair should be tied back and I should be wearing a suit.
If I wanted to be taken seriously, my look should be ‘severe.’
Instead, when I looked in the mirror, I could see that I had a ‘she’s just had sex’ look, even though I hadn’t come anywhere close to having sex.
I was on my way to meet a new client and God knows, I really needed a new client. I was in so much debt, my practice was brand new, I kept buying shoes and more shoes when I just needed to pay my rent and I really needed to start making some money.
I thought about turning around and rushing home to change my clothes. But then I would be late and there was no way I could be late for my first appointment. And anyway, who was I trying to kid. I didn’t have a business suit or business-like shoes to wear; business-like wasn’t really my style.
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