Recently I had to punish one of my sugar daddies because he wasn’t meeting my expectations. Now, I am a sweet, loving girl, and I do hate having to punish a man. But, in this situation, it was absolutely necessary that he be punished so that he learned the consequences of behaving like such a pathetic loser and he never, ever, ever again repeated these transgressions.
Now, I probably need to provide you with a little bit of background information so that you fully understand the situation. I had reluctantly agreed to let this man be one of my sugar daddies, after he spent months and months begging and pleading for this privilege. I first met him at an extremely exclusive party I was invited to by an attorney I was dating at the time. We were introduced, and he followed me around like a puppy dog for the rest of the evening, vying for an opportunity to talk to me alone. I never gave it to him, but the following Monday morning I received a delivery of three dozen roses and a card with his name and business address (he is a CEO of a well-known accounting firm out here), probably hoping to impress me with his status. Several weeks and several dozen roses, two cards, and a shipment of lingerie from Victoria’s Secret later, I let him take me out.
I agreed to let him be one of my sugar daddies, but only after he promised to pay my rent and give me a credit card with a huge credit line to go shopping with for whatever I wanted. Our relationship worked out well for almost a year, and I enjoyed fucking him because even though he was fairly aged, he gave ample attention to my huge titties, licking and sucking them sometimes for hours, and he licked my creamy pussy equally well. Sometimes he would come over and just lick and finger fuck my pussy for two or three hours straight, enjoying watching me cum over and over and over again.
Well, this past week, I was about to pay for a cute Prada purse I had picked out, and the credit card was declined at the register! I was humiliated, and after profuse apologies I left the boutique in shame. I called him from my cellphone on the way home and left a message telling him I needed him to come to my place that evening for a special surprise I had planned for him.
When he arrived at my apartment that evening, I answered the door in a new pink lace lingerie set I had bought especially for the occasion…very innocent looking, with little white bows and tiny rosebuds on the front. Without saying a word, I led him to my bedroom, pulled his pants and shirt off, pushed him down onto my huge plush bed, and began binding his wrists and feet into straps I already had set up, making sure the knots were tight so he could not get loose.
He was excited; his cock was already standing up straight and hard, eager with anticipation for what I had planned for him. That was when my friend walked out of the bathroom where he had been hiding. Large and muscular, his huge cock already stiff and throbbing, he crossed the room to where I stood over my sugar daddy, bent me over roughly, yanked my panties down around my knees, and began eagerly licking and eating my ass. I was moaning with pleasure, squirming as he slid his big cock into my pussy from behind and began fucking me hard, hard, hard, my moans turning into yells, my huge titties swaying while he fucked me. My sugar daddy was helpless, watching my big stud fuck me and listening to me cum over and over again while I got fucked. After several hours, my friend left without saying a word, and I untied my sugar daddy.
I bet he’ll never be so bad again…
xoxo
Charlotte
