Sugar Baby

I am the mother of 2, a son by the name of Jason who is 3 years old, and my second kid is my daughter Jessica who is 1 year old. I live with them and my husband… My rich husband.

Now, I used to not be rich. In fact, I was extremely poor up until my twenties. I lived in a very small, cramped house with my family who was just my mom, my dad, my sister and me. After I grew up, I was able to leave that house and move to the city. I still lived as if I was in a closet, but it was just me and not my family so it was not as cramped.

I started to hop from job to job, usually getting fired due to the inconsistency of the employers and the highly changing market. One thing led to the other and i ended up being a prostitute in a popular brothel. The owner said he hired me because of my body and because of my innocent looking facial features, something the other prostitutes lacked. He said I did not look like a prostitute at all but had the potential to be one. And so my career in prostitution began.

At first, I was very unsure of doing anything because I felt I was not really a great dancer, and I felt the other girls in the brothel were jealous of me; they were not very friendly towards me. I started simple, as a waiter girl in a miniskirt, a tight short crop top and ponytail. I had to deliver drinks and stuff to the patrons, and sometimes I would dance for them or sit on their laps while they watched the prostitutes dance for extra tips. Even if it was an easy job, I was making much more than at my old jobs. My family had no idea I had become a prostitute.

I never had to fuck anyone because even though I was hired as a prostitute, I was not an official one yet. I think more and more guys started to take notice and liking of me, eventually leading the owner to add me to the prostitute lines. This job was easier; I basically only needed to stand around and dress up in really raunchy clothes, and wait for clients. Overall, it was easier than being a waitress but more physically tiring; I fucked maybe 2 to 5 guys every night. I was starting to feel like I would get bored of sex at this pace.

I saw and went through every kind of guy (and some girls) I could possibly imagine. Short to tall guys, muscular jocks, old guys, fat guys, etc. I saw all the many different kind of dicks there are, big, fat, short and fat, long and fat, and in different skin tones. I was never truly turned on unless I was fucking someone I considered at least slightly attractive, which was unusual.

I had my first lesbian experiences, too, and fucking girls proved to be better than most of my male clients. One of my female clients I remember, Natasha, who had become a regular for me, did not really fuck me but she only fingered and ate my pussy, and made me feel like I was in heaven every time. I was indifferent about her being a woman, and I was more focused on the pleasure aspect of things. It was truly an experience and I may have developed bisexual preferences after fucking girls. Well, after fucking Natasha.

Then I met my husband to-be. I had just been promoted to be a pole dancing prostitute, so demand for me rose up but I was more expensive and better groomed now. My clientele changed to a more distinguished crowd, with rich company owners being the most concurrent. My husband was also part of this crowd, but he was a bit more attractive than the other guys I got. Ever since the first night we met, I felt a spark.

I would not like people thinking I married this man for his money, no. I will say that I do love him. But I did not need to marry him, I made enough money to live with luxury and by myself. 5 years working in that brothel could lead to me not having to work anymore, but I found my exit much sooner. After a single year working at the brothel, I met this man.

He was not a regular client because of his schedule, but every time he came he paid to be with me. He was probably the only male client who could match with Natasha while fucking me. Now that I think of it, a threesome with these two would be fantastic. But I know Natasha would not want to. My husband was, and still is, so gentle and romantic, but when it was time to shove his dick up my pussy, he was a savage. Slapping my face with his dick, fingering me until I squirted like a broken pipe, fucking my face and tying me to bed are some pretty common things he likes to do when we fuck.

His visits to the brothel started to become more frequent, until one day after having sex, while waiting for him to leave, he told me he had fallen in love with me and that is why he came so consistently. At first I did not know how to react, but after a few more sexual encounters I started to catch feelings for him. This is when he decided he had to take me out of this brothel.

Up to this point all I knew were the dim lights of the brothel, dancing every night to the same songs and being fucked by random strangers every night, and making money off it. My life was just about to change drastically. My husband basically bought me off the brothel, and I was freed from that sex infused, erotic life I had been leading for over a year.

Our sex became more sensual, more exclusive, more varied. We fucked in the limo, in the bathroom, in the hot tub, on the bed, at parties. I still remember the sex we had when he got me pregnant from our first kid; we had just gotten home from a party and we were tipsy. Barely into the house, he ripped my clothes off, completely breaking my designer dress and leaving a mess on the floor, then ripping apart my lingerie and holding me against the wall. He then started to finger me forcefully and did not stop until I was squirting, my legs shaking, and he dove his face into my pussy to drink my juices.

He then held me up and threw me on the sofa. I remember he was fucking me with force but sensually, and my pussy was red from the friction. He then pulled out to jerk off and slap my pussy a few times with his dick, just to put it back inside to come inside me. I had never imagined I was pregnant until a few weeks later, and when I told him he smiled and said that is what he wanted.

We live in a cozy house in a hill with our kids. My family still does not know about my prostitute past or that I am rich now. I am sure they would try to use me if they found out, and that would be morally wrong for me to go and use my husband like that. Even after years of marriage, he is still as loving as when we met the first night at the brothel. If you had ever imagined the life of a prostitute could never get better, please reconsider.

Prostitutes are very proud woman who work harder and endure more things than most men do. And I happened to meet the right man for me working as a prostitute, my pussy already tasted and fucked by many. Sometimes, though, I like to think of Natasha.