Accept the offer to be Johns Sugar Baby

This offer is more then enough to cover my needs and prevent my house from foreclosure. This type of offer was my goal. I would be unwise to negotiate, make him loose some interest in me and potentially loose offer. Denying the opportunity would be outright ludicrous. I look at John, smile, and respond, "Yes Daddy".

John grins and smack my ass much harder than I was expecting while responding, "Good. I'll have a car pick you up at 12:00 noon tomorrow. Dress like a slutty Japanese schoolgirl."

I am not Japanese at all, but I'll let that slide. As I exit the car I smile, look back and respond, "Okay daddy... Where are we going?"

Johns smile quickly turns to a frown as he says in a deep, aggressive tone, "You don't ask questions." Without further words, his car drives off.

Oh my god no! I hope I didn't upset him too much. He looked so mad! Note to self, no more questions. Just smile and nod like mom taught me. I sit down on the couch and begin to relax as I digest tonight's events. I can still taste his cum in my mouth and feel it all over my face and hair. I take a warm shower to clean his cum off of me, followed by brushing my teeth. I just let an old stranger **** my face, cum in it, and own me. What will happen tomorrow?

I wake up the next morning and begin thinking about what will happen. Where will we go today? What will he make me do? What will happen? The more I think, the more I notice my breasts begin to perk up through my grey top. I think about John and his massive cock. I think about how confident and assertive he is. I remember the feeling of his cock pushing into my mouth. I lift my shirt into my mouth so that my shirt can press harder against my now hard nipples. As I recreate last night, I subconsciously lower panties and place a finger inside myself. Continuing to bite my shirt, I begin pumping my fingers inside my pussy. I can't stop thinking about John. His eyes, his voice, the way his cock grows when he stares at me. I decide to enter a second finger into my wet, tight pussy and speed up. I begin to imagine my fingers are Johns cock and instantly begin thrusting my hips. I remember him slapping his cock on my face, calling my his "little Asian hoe" and forcing his cock into my throat. As I remember him cumming in my mouth, I look down and notice my pelvis is moving uncontrollably. I begin to squirt all over my finger and floor. I continue to fuck myself, imaging that my fingers are John's cock until I'm completely finished.

I go through my closet, reviewing my extensive wardrobe. My eyes nervously stop at one outfit which hasn't been worn in 2 years. It was was my official H.S. outfit. You would think that NYC prep schools would have implemented pants by now, but no. Not only was it a short skirt, but during my rebellious senior year of H.S., I hemmed my skirt up an extra two inches, exposing my tone butt as I walked.

I pull out my plaid prep school shirt and matching blue top and place it on my bed. It shows my butt. Is it too provocative? I look through my closet for another schoolgirl outfit. Nada. I guess this will do. Besides, he's a sugar daddy who met me on a smut website. I don't think he'll mind.

I take a doubletake in the mirror and confirm I look okay. I squirt perfume on my breasts head out.

At exactly 12:00 noon, John's car arrives. The same driver as yesterday exits the car and opens my door. I notice John is not there. I enter the car and close the door. I am curious where we are going, but I learned from yesterday not to ask questions. The driver heads over the 59th street bridge and poof, we are back in Manhattan. The driver eventually stops the car.

Where did he take me?

1) A building that looks like a warehouse

2) A fancy apartment building near central park

3) Broadway theaters

4) A clothing store

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