[Mf] Becoming a Sugar Baby [Creampie]

So this is *mostly* a fantasy of mine…

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I had grown up in a little coal mining, mountain town that–by the time I was ready to graduate–was dying slowly. You know the place, the one stoplight town with the quiet and hard men who would drink and cough after work, spending their paycheck at was was still functionally the company store. My mom had died young, I don’t remember her, and my dad remarried when I was older to a woman who I thought was the scourge of the earth. It wasn’t that she was just now taking over part of my life, but she was mean.

I spent most of my days at school and then at the only little coffee shop in town, working to help pay the bills since my coal-mining father didn’t make much. The shop was usually slow, and so I had ample time to study which was good, as I was determined to go to school and get out of the dead end town. I knew if I didn’t get a scholarship, I was doomed to marry a coalminer and end up just like all the other women in the town.

Every couple of weeks a customer that stood out like a sore thumb would stop in and order a latte. He was tall, a bear of a man, always wore a suit, was well groomed, and tipped well… really well. And he was black. Compared to the soot men of the town in their large trucks, him stepping in and out of his blue BMW was an event. Over the course of a few months of small chat I learned that he was in oil, and drove through the town as part of his job, visiting sites and running numbers. I liked him, and I liked his tips. I had always been attracted to black men, though it was taboo to speak of it in the town.

By the time I was a senior and 18 I had applied to every college that I could afford to. It didn’t matter where, so long as I could get away. My grades were good for the most part, but I have never been a good test taker. Half way through the year I started receiving letters. Accepted to some, not to others, but none with enough money to go. I was nervous about getting in, as each day the number of possible candidates dwindled down. By the time the last one came in, telling me I would not qualify for any financial aid, I was devastated. I cried to my dad, who tried to sympathize as he drank a beer and my step mom said it was for the best, since I wasn’t going to get out anyway.

I had gone to my shift that night, my eyes red, wondering what I was going to do. That’s when the man in the BMW showed up again. I think he could sense I was upset and asked what was wrong. I just remember crying all over again, explaining the situation as best as I could in between sobs. He offered a solution.

I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I remember not being taken aback by it. He wasn’t demeaning about it, or made any lewd comments. He simply offered to take me along; to get me out of the town. I didn’t have to even think about it. I just took off my apron and walked out with him, leaving the town and my job and everything behind.

For the most part I knew what I was getting myself into. I am a member of the internet generation after all. I had heard of sugar daddies and what the exchange entailed. After all, I was ready to do what I had to do to get out, even if it was a scandalous–for the town I grew up in–to leave with a rich black man. So we drove on and ended up half way across the country, at my dream school.

The next day was a blur, spending the whole morning and evening getting me set up in an apartment near campus and paying tuition. We bought furniture, pots and pans, a bed, groceries, a new phone, and a laptop for school. It was past dark by the time the movers had set everything up and left. I had gone to take a shower while daddy relaxed on the brand new couch.

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I had stared at myself in the mirror, my red curls still damp and over one shoulder, my freckled chest flushed as the reality of my situation finally came down on me. I was about to fuck the man in the next room. There was part of me that was nervous and a little embarrassed. I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t have enough experience to really know what to do or what to say. Part of me was excited though. My new found freedom and the idea that I was doing something so out of character for me was an incredible rush, enough so that I had started to get wet.

The bathroom door had opened with a squeak from an old hinge as I walked out, only a towel around me, not having bought any other clothes yet. I didn’t even have makeup to wear yet. I walked out, letting the towel drop off me to the floor and smiled, just saying “hi daddy.”

I could see him drink me in, every curve of my small frame from my perky bust to the gap in my thighs. It was intoxicating to be looked at like that. I had walked over and straddled him, sitting in his lap and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I didn’t know what to say, so I just leaned in and kissed him. It was the first time I had ever kissed a bearded man.

I ran my hands up the back of his bald head and started go grind gently. His hands moved to my thighs, then my hips, and started to explore. My little 5’1 frame felt so small compared to him, fully a foot taller and easily twice my weight. His hands were huge, filling the small of my back as he grew more bold, feeling my skin, making me shiver, and finally letting one hand find my hair, giving it a sharp tug and snapping my neck back, making me gasp for breath.

He had nibbled on my neck and collarbone, his free hand had found my breasts and started to play and I had gotten so wet. My hands found his belt and I awkwardly started to undo everything in the way of me and his cock. When my hands finally found him I had let out a gasp and whimper; he was so big I could hardly get my fingers around him. I stroked him gently before scooting my hips forward, mounting him and slowly letting myself down.

I bit my lip and had tried to relax, but the moment his head slipped in I started to squirm. My hands instantly started to claw his back, and I let out a gasp at just those first few inches. God it felt like I was being split in half; I knew I couldn’t handle him for long. And yet there was more, and more… and more. With that single, long, smooth stroke he entered me deeper than any other man before.

“Daddy! FUCK!” I whined as I felt him bottom out inside me. It felt like being fucked by a cucumber, which was probably about right. And yet I shuddered with…Pleasure? He had certainly started to stretch me, and made me flinch when he hit some spots, stretching all too sensitive muscles and tissue that was not prepared to stretch that far. And I could tell I was in pain, but after each one of those little spots was stretched I felt a warm wave follow it, or it almost happened because of it. Because I was in pain.

I didn’t have much time to think about it though, even if I could concentrate through the intensity of it. He had flipped me on my back and pulled out to just the tip before starting to drive in again. Each thrust hurt just as much as the last, but felt incredibly good at the same time. My body almost didn’t know what to do with all of it. My eyes watered, legs shook, and fingers gripped the fabric of the couch. It was the most beautiful agony I had ever felt.

“Jesus fucking christ… Oh my god that’s so fucking big!!!” I almost screamed as I felt his pace get faster and faster. I don’t know how much more I could have handled. Just then He had exploded inside of me, holding my gaze with his dark eyes as I shuddered, whimpered, and came around his giant cock.

He had pulled out, leaving a strand of cum from the tip of his cock to my pussy, breathing hard. Soon he had put his suit back on and left, needing to get to the airport by morning. I sat there naked for some time, wondering why it had felt so good, and how I had gotten myself into this situation. Eventually though, I had fallen asleep in my new bed, on new sheets, going to a new school with a new smile on my face.

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