sugar baby

Sugar Baby

A sugar baby isn’t born. We’re created by every man whoever spoiled us. You see, I was taught to be a greedy little bitch from a very young age. You can even say, too young to know any better. My mother was a Queen when it came to being a credit card thrusting slut. She knew just how to make her daughter one as well. I practiced on my father and Uncle before she turned me loose on the corporate world. If you don’t have CEO next to your name, you’ll never get even a second glance from me. Sucks to be you!

Dressed to impress, I wore my mothers’ favorite outfits before I got my own. The first night I tested out my skills, she told Daddy he was taking his Princess to dinner. Little did he know, I would clean out one of his credit cards by the end of the evening. A short red dress, five-inch fuck heels, and makeup is done professionally. Mommy has a makeup artist on call for special occasions.

Watch out for this naughty sugar baby.

My dear old dad watched me from the day I got my first bra. His cock stayed hard when I was around. He wanted a little incest fantasy, but all I wanted was his hard-earned money. I had the best plan. My mother took some XXX rated pictures of me and had them printed. During my dinner out with Daddy, I held up the first one, and he almost popped at the table. “Fifty bucks for this one or I give it to the waiter for free!” He paid but didn’t quite understand why I was acting this way. Once my mother called and explained it, I had five grand in my pocket and was well on my way to becoming America’s next Sugar Baby.