No need to thank me…just spank me!

My Fetish Diary: H for Harlot

My fetish diary 10

The Sailor looked up at her and said:

‘I kinda like that you do this as a job. I mean that you do it for the money, not as a hobby or a pastime or some silly experiment to spice up your own life. When I know you do this as a job it’s less classy. You appear weaker. And I like that. I like you weak.”

Sugar smiled to herself and thought of the thick wad of dollar bills that was stashed away in her old jewelery box under the bed. She did well at this, the men loved to splurge on her like she was their favourite little egotrip. Did she do it for the money? Yes, damned right she did. Did she do it because she had no other choice? The question was so silly it wasn’t worth thinking about. There were hundreds of options open to a smart girl like her. She just chose to sell her body for cash. Golddigger? You bet! There were few things in life that could make her smile more than an expensive gift or money. It was just a lucky coincidence that she loved fucking so much too….Not only was it a pleasure at least most of the time but it even paid tenfolds more than slaving away in an office every day from 9 to 5. Plus – she didn’t have endure relentless passes from a stuckup boss who tried to get it on with her for free all the time either.  How on earth did women put up with shit like THAT??

A sweet absentminded smile played upon her lips as she stroked her diamond necklace – a former present from Sailor. A lock of platinum hair fell across her eye seductively as she leaned close, pouted and whispered in that sweet sugary voice that made men either want to slap her or fuck her:

‘You’re so good to me Daddy. And of course I need it. A girl’s gotta eat no?’

Sailor smiled and speared her with his hardon, driving himself home with violent thrysts and Sugar couldn’t help gasping as she felt her own desire rise to the surface ready to boil over. He was a simple man with simple needs but little time to spend in feminine company. But when he did he loved having a woman who had no choice but take it, it was a massive turnon – and for a few stolen minutes he could pretend like he owned her. Sugar knew the score. Hell she wasn’t born yesterday even tho she celebrated her 19th birthday over and over and had done so for the last 5 years.

‘Oooh baby’ she moaned breathlessly: ‘ You…are the best I’ve ever had…’

She wasn’t lying. But it wasn’t just his huge cock that made her cream her little panties –  the little envelope he always gave her on arrival never failed to make her wet and horny either.

‘Money – such a lovely foreplay’, she mused and let herself ride the wave of lust with Sailor til they both lay spent in her bed smiling like naughty children. Yes he was good, Sugar loved the orgasms he gave her….what a lovely fringe benefit. She traced the dragon tatto on his arm lazily with a long red fingernail and stretched happily like she was relaxing in the afterglow. But in her mind she was already busy picking out what outfit to wear to Tiffany’s  as soon as Sailor hit the road. Concealing her impatience as best she could she closed her eyes and whispered against his neck:

‘Mmm Daddy…you’re the best….’

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4 responses

  1. Nice!!! i love the wording!!! Especially this one: “But it wasn’t just his huge cock that made her cream her little panties”!! keep it coming !

    December 17, 2013 at 9:18 pm

    • aaw tysm lexieluo! it was fun writing it 😀

      December 17, 2013 at 10:14 pm

  2. *truly enjoys sweet sugar’s posts* … In addition to Lexieluo’s comment, beautiful picture as well sugar ! 🙂

    December 18, 2013 at 3:11 am

    • Thank you so much Miss Kianna for your lovely words and support – it means a lot to me. ❤

      December 23, 2013 at 9:34 pm

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