DDLG. The acronym echoed in my head, as I was staring at its written form on my newest order. I added the practice to the list of my kinks a long time ago, but it was the first time someone asked for it. My hand was shaking as I was trying to decide whether to take the client or not. A long time ago, so long that it seemed like another life, I was invested in the sugar lifestyle. I even had a sugar daddy, but it wasn’t really for me. I sought independence, and that wasn’t something sugaring could give me. I still liked the dress up and role playing part, but without being treated as a child on a regular basis. All that said, I still agreed and went on to meet with the client.
He told me to dress cute. That’s what men always say, especially before a date. As a feminist, I should get offended, but in this context it meant an entirely different thing. I searched the back of my closet, looking for some dresses that would make me seem like daddy’s girl. I didn’t want to go full Lolita outfit in public, and I doubted he wanted me to do so, but I found a mid-thigh flowery dress. It was made of sheer fabric, but underneath it was another dress, covering more sensitive places. The sleeves were three quarters length and loose, fluttering with my every move. It was white, making me look innocent, printed on lilac and pink flowers. I paired it with white sneakers and tulle socks, which had frills sticking out an inch over the shoes. The only jewellery I wore were simple silver rose earrings.
I knew the name of my client, Tobias, but he wanted me to call him daddy. I wondered why he didn’t just become a sugar daddy instead of hiring a professional escort, but it wasn’t my place to ask. We met up in a bakery café that was famous for its colourful and tasty cupcakes. The supposed reason for our meeting was my birthday. It was a funny coincidence, since I just celebrated it a week ago. I definitely didn’t mind doing it again.
“Hello, you look beautiful,” he said upon seeing me and stood up.
I greeted him, smiling lightly, and let him pull out a chair for me. He briefly kissed my cheek, before I sat down, ticking me with his beard.
Tobias wasn’t old, like most DDLG enthusiasts were. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, making him about ten years older than me. He had thick, dark hair and a carefully trimmed beard. His eyes were gold and in the bright light they were glimmering, as if they were actual gold coins.
“Order anything you want, princess,” he said, handing me the menu, “And then we will go to the hotel for the second part of your gift.”
“You’re spoiling me, daddy,” I laughed, after making sure no one was in the hearing range.
In the end, I ate five different cupcakes, each even better than the previous one, and drank a hot chocolate. We went to his hotel on foot, enjoying the sunny day and holding hands. We chatted a little about nothing and everything. When we entered his room, he gave me a small box wrapped in colourful paper with a pattern of colourful bows.
“Daddy, you didn’t have to,” I opposed, but it came out weak, since I loved gifts.
“Everything for my little princess,” he smiled in response.
I opened the box, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with blue crystals. I gasped, pleasantly surprised. He really was a sugar daddy material.
“Do you like it?” he asked, brushing the hair off my face.
“I love it!” I exclaimed and hugged him, “But there’s something else I’d really like for my birthday.”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. His hands were still resting on my hips, I could feel their warmth through the fabric of my dress.
“You,” I said quietly, looking down and acting as if I was ashamed of my want.
“I can arrange that,” he laughed and kissed me.
I deepened the kiss, moaning quietly into his mouth. Then, I threw my arms around his neck and he picked me up. I felt his hands squeezing my butt cheeks and moaned again. Tobias laid me on the bed and slid his hands under my dress. I eagerly helped him undress me, and soon I was wearing only my socks and underwear.
He kissed my breasts tenderly, making my breath quicken. Then he headed lower, kissing down my stomach right to the line of my panties. He stopped for a moment and looked me in the eyes, while leaning forward and biting the frill of my underwear. He took it off, using only his teeth, and lay in between my legs. I moved my hips up, silently begging him to touch me. He blew warm air on my exposed pussy, making me shiver.
“Daddy, please,” I whined.
It was weird, to be calling someone “daddy” in bed, but I was used to DDLG role play. At first, I was a little uncomfortable, but it was years ago.
My begging helped, and Tobias finally lowered his head. He sucked on my clit a little, before moving lower and sliding his eager tongue inside me. I moaned and grabbed the bed covers, as if clenching my fists could help me control myself better.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, stopping for a moment.
“Only for you, daddy,” I responded just as quietly.
He resumed licking me, satisfied with my answer. It looked like I was not only a professional escort, but also a professional liar. Obviously, I enjoyed being with him, but not because it was him, but because of what he was doing.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked after a moment.
“Yes, please, daddy,” I moaned, “I want you inside.”
He rose up to his knees and pulled down his trousers. I noticed he was fully clothed, while I was naked. It made me feel out of control and passive, but I liked being dominated. His cock was already hard, but I only caught a glimpse of it, before he lay on top of me and kissed me again. He entered me, while we were still kissing, making me moan into his mouth.
I was expecting fireworks, when he had me. His skilled tongue promised me something more. I still felt good, his manhood was long, and it was filling me up and rubbing on all the right places, but I expected more. I kept on begging for more and more, until he placed his hand on my lips. It confused me, but then he pulled my legs up, placing my feet on his shoulders, and sped up. My moans grew louder and more real, despite the hand still covering my mouth. He fucked me like a machine, while his left hand was keeping me quiet and obedient, and his right was harshly squeezing my boob.
In the end, I came three times. My throat hurt from desperate tries to scream, and my breast had a red imprint of his hand. I thanked Tobias, like a good sugar daddy’s girl should. I can’t wait for him to book my service again.
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