Sugar Babies Do As They’re Told

Sugar Babies Do As They’re Told: A Deliciously Depraved Encounter Between an Eager Redhead and her Older Benefactors

In the sultry confines of a swanky apartment, a tantalizing tale unfolded between a nubile redhead and her two generous sugar daddies. The young woman, a wannabe actress named Candice, had responded to an ad seeking a busty companion to grace the company of two wealthy, older gentlemen. Purring pouty lips and “I’ll do anything for a chance” eyes, she arrived at the gilded abode, ready to prove her worth.

The gentlemen, silver-haired and well-dressed, greeted Candice with smoldering looks and hungry hands that roamed her curves. A gallant air hung around the duo, but their intentions were unmistakably salacious. Candice didn’t mind one bit; she had signed up for this exact treatment.

The night kicked off with provocative drinking games, and Candice sloshed dutifully, giggling and flirting with increasing fervor. Her tight dress inched up her thighs with each bend and sway, revealing ample flesh. The men voiced their approval with growls and “mmphs.”

Spurred on by courage from the bottom of glasses, Candice sauntered over to the leather sofa where the men reposed. Perching herself between them, she leaned in close. “I think it’s time we move on to the main course, boys.” Her voice was a silk stocking sliding across varnished hardwood.

John, the cabernet-red beard gently grazing her cheek as he purred, “Mmm, and what exactly is that, pumpkin?”

“All. Things. Considered naughty,” Candice cooed. “I’m open for suggestions.”

In the next breath, she was sprawled across the sofa and the two men loomed over her. Between the drink and the two hungry, available males, Candice felt positively ravenous.

They descended on her body like starving wolves, each sampling a different morsel. Patrick’s tongue traced teardrop earrings along her neck while John slid dexterous hands down her sides to unfasten the clasp of her bra. She gasped and arched her back, offering more acreage to toy with.

Impatient with peekaboo, she seized the hem of her dress and peeled it off like a tropical fruit, unveiling matching lace panties and a matching rosy flush. The men stared, transfixed by her creamy skin and the tantalizing curves she’d been hiding underneath the fabric.

“Sit tight, sweetie,” Patrick said, “We’ve got more supplies coming.”

He produced a bottle of lube and a jar of honey. Candice quirked an appreciative eyebrow, truly impressed by their resourcefulness. “Well, aren’t you boys prepared! I like that in a sugar daddy.”

Patrick began drizzling the honey in trickles down Candice’s body – the curve of her breasts, the concave of her navel, the valley between her legs. She sucked in a breath at the cool shock of it, nipples and clit already stiffening under the sticky coats. John lunged forward, his tongue lapping at the honey trails like a cat at a bowl of cream.

Both men pleasured Candice with meticulous attention to every inch. Lips and fingers kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts and her buttocks. A mouth suckled lazily on one of her nipples before trailing southward, following the honeyed path left by Patrick’s bottle…

The lube came next, cold against her skin, and Patrick took the opportunity to work two slick fingers into her other entrance, stroking her inner walls. John buried his face between her legs while she bucked and writhed against him, legs spread obscenely wide. Patrick’s hand worked her inside while he lavished attention to her left nipple, drawing it into a wet, eager point..

The world narrowed down to the two sets of lips and hands and fingers – gliding over and inside and all over, coaxing Candice to the brink again and again but never quite allowing her to tumble over. She was a mess of sticky honey and lubricant and her own juices that were running freely now; the physical and metaphorical pictures of indulgence.

In a final move, John and Patrick withdrew, leaving her frustrated and empty. Candice moaned, trying to grind against their hands, but they held her down – allowing her no recourse.

Instead, in a deft move, they flipped Candice around onto her hands and knees and Patrick took his place behind her. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her in one stroke, filling her up so completely that she saw stars. John knelt in front of her, probing teasingly at her entrance with lube-slick fingers.

Candice was torn between clenching around Patrick, who was pumping into her mercilessly now, and relaxing into the intrusion of John’s fingers as he prepped her back entrance. She gasped, trying to accommodate both sensations. Large hands splayed across her ass, kneading greedily…

And then they were joining, both men pistoning in and out of her, filling her to the point of breaking. Candice went into a sort of fugue state, mind blanking out, assaulted by a barrage of sensation.

Her breath got choppier and choppier, clenching and fluttering around the two men in near-painful intensity. Patrick found a particularly good angle, one that had Candice’s toes curling in and back arching as if to meet him, and that was all she wrote.

Everything exploded into light as Candice tipped over the edge, muscles seizing around both men like a vice. They came with her – Patrick emptying himself inside her, and John marking her chest with hot stripes. Candice slumped to the floor in a dizzy haze, barely registering them shifting away from her, their bodies still skateboarding across her slick skin.

Just criminal, really, how deliciously nonchalant everyone was being about the fact that they had thoroughly wrecked a young woman, and rather well, too.

But that was precisely the point. This was the sweet life – excess warranted, excess relished. And the night was still young.