I stood up too. I also looked a little bit angry.
‘I want to come first, Hugo. It is not all about money for me. It is not all about glitz and glamour and French champagne for me. You came after me, here, in Paris. You’ve clearly been watching me, or filming me, or having other people watch me. You’ve spied on me, and it must be because you want to know what I’m doing. Or who I am doing it with. You must care. And now, well now you’ve disrupted my time in Paris too. I came here to get away from you. And as much as I LOVED last night and love seeing you again, I don't want to get hurt again.’
Hugo was still quiet.
‘I want you to marry me, Hugo.’
The look on his face was classic. It was one of fear and of absolute shock.
Hugo may like to take me out for dinner. He may like to buy me magnificent clothing and gifts and jewels. And he may enjoy watching me fuck his porn star friend.
But he certainly didn’t want to buy me a wedding ring!
I started to cry. I didn't mean to but tears were rolling down my cheeks again. Damn, this man made me cry far too often.
‘Katie. You need to understand me. For the last time, I cannot be in a relationship with you. Back home, my life will be over if I am seen with you. If I am ever seen with Candy, my life is over. Can you imagine, me, and a porn star, and you, the three of us splashed all over the news. Can you imagine what my daughter would say?’
I was quiet.
‘For Gods sake, Katie. Get it together. It’s bad enough that I have Candy wanting more from me. But you too!!’
That was low, I thought. How dare he.
But I did not have to ask him to leave.
Hugo left of his own accord. He picked up his jacket and walked out the door.
Just like that. I was devasted. This was an action replay.
I immediately picked up the phone and I called Candy at her hotel.
‘Hello’.
She sounded sleepy.
‘Come over, please, now.’ I said. ‘ I have a suggestion. I think I have a plan, for you and for me. It doesn’t include Hugo. Are you keen to hear it?’
Candy was at my door in ten minutes. I let her in, poured us both a glass of red wine, and then we sat on the couch. We would have been talking quickly, making our plans, except, she leant over and kissed me.
And as I have said before, I found it impossible to resist Candy’s kisses. And so I kissed her back. And then our clothes were off and we were both naked and our hands were all over each other, reaching, grasping, kissing, licking, holding, and fucking. I loved fucking this woman. She loved fucking me.
‘Oh Jesus’ I cried out. ‘Touch me, there, yes, just like that, oh my god…’
I was crying out in pain and pleasure.
Candy was biting me, little bites on my shoulders, my neck, my bottom lip, my nipples, and then down, down, down to my cunt, where she licked, she sucked, she…
‘Yes, yes, more, yes…’
And she did more. And then I did it to her and she cried out and we were both crying and laughing and gasping and my fingers were in her, reaching, pushing, feeling and rubbing.
We did not need Hugo. For anything.
Candy was on her stomach. I was behind her. I felt my tits on her back, my cunt against her ass. I leaned over, my hand around her, reaching for her cunt. I made her cum, again and again, and I came too.
And then we showered and drank more wine, put on our clothes and sat on the couch in my little Paris apartment.
And we planned.
Because Hugo was not going to get away with treating the two of us like this. We were worthy of more.
‘Are you going to stay here, in Paris?’ Candy asked me.
‘I don’t know. I feel my time here is over. It’s been good and all, but seeing Hugo, meeting you, well, I don't really want to be away from either of you. I thought I was protecting myself by coming here. But - maybe it’s time to come home.’
‘I leave tomorrow,’ Candy told me. ‘Hugo flew me out just for these three days, so we could be together. Have that threesome. Which, have I mentioned was very good? Very good.’
She leaned over and kissed me. Again.
God, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, which was how we eventually hatched our plan. I would fly back home with Candy the next day. And I wouldn’t go back to the apartment that Hugo had bought for me. I wouldn’t go back to my old apartment either. I would move in with Candy.’
‘Really?’, Candy said. ‘You’ll be happy living in my little apartment? You know what I do all day? You know that I’m a cam girl? I mean, I know you know because that’s how I first met you, on the computer, online, as a cam girl.’
‘I know that Candy. And oddly, my work has been helping people with their porn addictions. But now, well, I no longer work as a therapist. All my clients lost faith in me when they found out I had a sugar daddy. And you know, there is part of me that is fascinated by what you do. I could become a cam girl with you. Maybe, maybe, we could be cam girls together.’
It was an insane idea. But that was what we decided to do. We decided that the next time Hugo looked for Candy online, she would be there for him, wearing the French maid uniform that he liked to see her in. She would look fantastic and sexy and perfect. But she would not be alone. Because I would be right there too, right next to Candy, and I would be wearing a French maid uniform too.
Sugar babes, we would call ourselves.
Sugar Babes United.
We couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw the two of us. Together, on computer.
Kate and Candy. His porn girls. His babes.
Sugar Daddy’s Girl
Sex Machine
Book Three
Lexi Kinsley
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"Erotica is literature designed to be read with one hand.."
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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: Back in New York
Candy and I had moved back to New York. I moved in with her immediately. She had a cosy little flat in midtown Manhattan with just one bedroom, a bright and airy lounge, a small kitchen, lovely bathtub that could fit us both at the same time, and the most magnificent view of the city. The one bedroom was not an issue - we were going to share a bed, of course. That’s what we did best.
I unpacked my suitcase which was still filled with my clothing from Paris. There wasn't much space in the cupboards but I threw my underwear in with Candy’s, hung up a couple of frocks and went to join her in the bath.
Well, she was lazing back in the bath. I sat on the chair and chatted to her about day to day things while she soaped herself.
Candy was gorgeous . Silky skin, thick blonde hair cascading over
her shoulders, long shapely legs, pretty pink painted toenails and those totally exquisite and irresistible perfect breasts. I had to keep reminding myself how similar we looked and that was why Hugo had a thing for both of us.
But it was not the right time to be thinking of Hugo. I was supposed to be hating him.
Candy beckoned for me to come over.
‘Come on in, Katie. Come, let’s initiate my bathtub. Take off your clothes and get in beside me. I won’t even switch on the camcorder!’
I had to remind myself that Candy was a Cam-girl; she could be videoing us at any moment and posting pics of us online. Or - we could be online permanently, undressing, bathing, chatting and kissing. I still didn’t really understand how the Cam-girl thing worked.
‘I’ll watch you bath Candy, mostly because you look beautiful and it’s quite a turn-on to see you in the tub with all those bubbles…’
I smiled at her, a little seductively and a little anxiously.
Candy looked at me.
‘I can see you’re a little anxious Katie, you’re biting your lip. Please try and relax. It is going to be so wonderful together, I promise. And don't worry! The camera is not on. We are totally private here. It’s only when I log on for work that I switch on the camera. I’m going to show you how it all works. You are safe with me darling, please trust me.’
‘I do trust you,’ I said. ‘I am just feeling a little odd. Here I am with you in this teeny little flat in New York. I’m living with you, I guess. Three months ago I was with Hugo, as his sugar baby. It’s kind of hard to think that just three months ago I had a sugar daddy and my life was so totally different. That all went wrong and now - well - now I’m with you. I’d never been with a woman before you. Being with you is the first time I’ve ever had a girl on girl lesbian thing, you know. And I met you through Hugo, my sugar daddy, when you were his porn star girl! So yeah, it does all feel a little bit weird.’
‘You’ll feel a lot better if you jump in the tub with me, Katie Darling. It’s a bit weird for me too, all these changes, but we’ll get used to it, I promise. Come on, get that dress off, panties too, here, I’m moving up, making space for you, you need to relax, destress…’
Candy shifted up against the edge of the bathtub and opened her legs, wide. I could just make out the shape of her, under the bubbles. I took off my dress, stepped out of my panties and climbed into the tub, my back to her front, each of her legs on either side of my body. I could feel her nipples against my back. She lifted my hair with one hand and started soaping my back with the other. Delicious, frothy, soapy bubbles.
God, it was super relaxing.
And it did feel really good. She soaped my neck, then my shoulders and then my back. And then she put her arms around me and soaped my breasts. I felt myself aching for her, my whole body wanting her badly. She felt the same way, I could tell. Her breathing had slowed down and had become pretty heavy.
She carried on soaping me, running her fingers over my shoulders, on my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I sat there for as long as I could bear it and then…
‘Candy, I’m feeling wild, that’s enough, let’s get out.’
We pulled the plug, got out the bath, grabbed our towels and dried each other off while touching, kissing and teasing with our lips, our tongues and our fingers. I couldn’t get enough of Candy, she tasted so damn good. And she couldn’t get enough of me, that was for sure. She led me, still slightly wet, to her bedroom. And then I lay on top of the white sheets while Candy kissed me, her tongue going down from my mouth, to my neck, licking one nipple, then the other, licking and kissing, while her fingers felt for me, inside of me, rubbing, small circles, finding my clit, more rubbing, more kissing, oh my god, I couldn’t help shouting out.
‘Jesus, yes, Candy, yes, oh god, touch me, fuck me, more, more, Jesus, yes.’
I came twice. And then, with my cunt soaking wet, I pushed Candy on the bed and opened her legs. Her pussy was glistening. I didn’t kiss her mouth or her neck, and I didn’t kiss her nipples. I went straight down, with my head between her thighs, my tongue on her pussy, looking for her clit, licking hard, kissing and sucking.
Candy was also soaking wet. She came fast, and then she came again and again, pushing my head into her cunt, crying out for more.
God it was good. I loved going down on her as much as I loved her going down on me. I loved the taste and the feel of her.
‘We didn’t close the curtains,’ Candy told me, when we were catching our breath. ‘The guy in the building across the road? Have a look. He loves to watch. I bet you he just watched us.’
I walked across to the window, naked. Yip. There was a guy, in the apartment across the road from us… I could just make him out, standing against the window, staring directly into our lounge.
‘He’s watching us through binoculars,’ I told Candy. ‘Should we worry?’
‘Not at all,’ Candy told me. ‘I know him quite well now. I know he watches. I sometimes put on an act for him. I masturbate at the window. I let him watch me. I like it. He loves it. It’s kind of a game between us, a private one. We have this kind of sex and coffee relationship; we sometimes meet for coffee too.’
I had learned that with Candy pretty much anything can happen and I should just learn to accept it. It was quite normal to have someone watching us through a window!
She walked over to me and kissed me. We were both still naked. She lifted me up against the window sill, moved her hands from my neck, down my belly and down to my things, then kneeled down, going down on my right there. Oh my god. I was making love with a woman while a stranger was watching us.
And I was loving it.
When we were done, Candy waved at our one-man audience who waved back and blew a kiss. And then she closed the curtains, lit a fire, opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass for each of us and then said…
‘Katie. I think it’s time to go online. Let’s look for Hugo. Let’s give him a huge fright. He treated you badly and he treated me badly. It’s time to go on to my Cam-girl site. He doesn’t know that I’m with you and he still thinks that I am his ‘private Cam-girl.’ Let’s go online together. Let’s do fabulous sexy stuff online. But let’s make him pay a small fortune to watch us.’
I didn’t say no. The idea of seeing Hugo again gave me a thrill. I missed him. And I wanted to see his face when he saw me with Candy.
Plus, the idea of doing sexy stuff online was quite a turn on.
I was sure Hugo would be turned on to see us together.
Although really I had no idea how he would react.
Chapter Two: Cam-Girls
Candy was a professional Cam-girl. Since the age of 16 she’d been performing in front of a camera, live, for men. They would find her online, chat a little, she would maybe show a bit of cleavage or a bit of her ass, ask the men ‘what they wanted to see’ and then they would pay.
She told me about her clients.
‘Oh Katie, you won’t believe it. I have all kinds of men who like to watch me. Some like to watch me masturbate. Others get off watching me spank myself. Some want me to dress up as a maid and watch me with a vacuum cleaner or a feather duster. I’ve had guys who want to watch me in the bath, watch me getting dressed or watch me while I talk about fucking them. I’ve done so many things online. And now I think men are going to love watching the two of us together. We could make a lot of money which we really need to do, especially since Hugo cancelled your credit card.’
It was true; neither of us had much money. Hugo, who had been my sugar daddy and in the past had given me unlimited funds, had cancelled my credit card and closed my account. Once he had found out that I was with Candy and was not just going to be available to him whenever he decided, he’d taken the last few dollars I had. And he’d got really cross when I refused to answer his calls.
I guess he didn’t like that I’d run off with his favourite porn star.
Although, I had kept the car he’d given me, that was pretty useful
!
I felt really nervous about going online. I used to be a therapist remember! One who used to counsel sex addicts. Now, I was about to perform sex acts, probably for sex addicts.
Well, that part of my life was over. The whole therapy thing. Hugo had messed that up for me too. I had no choice but to be a Cam-girl. And it wasn’t really performing sex acts, because it was just me and Candy doing some sexy things. We weren’t having sex with other people. Just each other, which Hugo had quite liked in the past.
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