Turning off the water, I wrap a towel around my body and pad across the floor into my closet. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and hang the towel to dry. When I enter my study, I pour myself a drink and take a seat behind my desk.
Pulling up my favorite porn site, I scroll through the latest and greatest videos on the home page. Nothing pops out at me. I type in “college girls” and have a look, but still nothing. After thirty more minutes of searching, I’m about to give up when I see a video about a girl who surprises her “Sugar Daddy” at work. She's young and gorgeous. The way the dude’s office is set up, it could easily be mine.
Yeah, this could work. Beggars can’t be choosers anyway.
I hit play on the video and take a sip of my scotch. As it loads, I pull several tissues from the holder on my desk before inching my sweats down my legs a bit. Finally, I fist my cock, the feeling causing an immediate reaction in me.
I’m so fucking hard up, it’s embarrassing.
I stroke my dick a few times as the video loads. Once it starts, I hear a knock on his office door. He opens it and is surprised to see the girl standing on the other side.
“I was headed out to do some shopping, but I wanted to stop by and give you a present first,” the words escaped her perfectly pouty lips.
“You did, huh? What did you come here to give Daddy?”
He grasps her tits in his hands as he speaks, making her eyes roll back in her head overdramatically.
This is why I can’t watch porn very often. I can’t get over the theatrics of it.
“Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of stress, so I wanted to do something for you to help you relieve some… pressure.”
Again with the cringe-worthy dialogue. It has the opposite effect on me.
Tonight just may not be my night.
I fast forward a little bit to try and get past the beginning and into the action. When I see the guy sit in his chair and watch the girl dance her way out of the dress that she has on, I let it play. As she continues swaying side-to-side for the guy, his phone rings. He looks at who is calling and tells her that this is the important call he’s been waiting for and for her to keep quiet.
He answers the phone and the girl crawls underneath his desk. She pulls out his cock and starts sucking on it like a popsicle in the middle of a hot, sticky summer.
The camera zooms in on her lips wrapped around the guy’s cock. Luckily, his voice fades out so the sole focus is on the blowjob. I rub my dick at the same speed as she’s bobbing her head.
There is something about the sound of a girl giving head that drives me crazy. When I hear the slurping noise she’s making, it sends me speeding toward the edge after only a few minutes of jerking off. My breathing increases as I can feel myself inching closer to the release that I so desperately need.
The final push I need comes when she pulls those sweet lips off of his cock and looks up at him through her full, fake lashes as if he is the air she needs to breathe.
I take a deep breath just before blowing my load into the wad of tissues I collected.
Fuck.
Did I just come because I watched a hot chick give an exquisite blowjob? Or was it because I need someone to look at me the way she looked at him, more than I need my next breath?
I’m going with the former. It might be the only thing that keeps me from drinking myself stupid tonight.
I head back to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up. When I catch my reflection in the mirror, I linger on my gaze. My gray eyes look foreign to me. I don’t know who I am any longer. Something is definitely missing in my life and I’m not too sure what to do about it.
Turning away from myself, I shut the light off and exit the bathroom. When I get back to my study, I pour myself another hefty amount of scotch.
Maybe I will drink myself silly tonight.
I sit in my chair and the phrase “Sugar Daddy” from the video catches my eye just before the window closes. The words bounce around in my head for a few minutes before curiosity has me opening up a new window.
Hmm…
I type “Sugar Daddy” into the search engine and all sorts of results come back.
From sites asking if I’m looking for singles in my area to articles written by some of the largest magazines in the world, there are thousands upon thousands of results to sift through.
My eyes scan the page trying to find the good links amidst all of the crap. They catch on one result in particular for a site called SugarCoatedConnections.com. I click on it, opening it up in a new window.
I scroll past the banal looking couple on the home screen and read more about the company. They promise four Sugar Babies per every one Sugar Daddy on the site. It also lists the major publications that the site has been featured in, such as Forbes and Wall Street Journal.
Hmm, I never would have thought… Okay, I’ll bite.
I scroll back to the top of the page and set up my free account. I upload a picture and answer all of their silly questions. When I’m finished, I begin scrolling through the
