My journey to becoming a sugar baby
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Yamini is my neighbor’s daughter from India. Last year she moved to Paris for her masters. Our neighbors back home are not rich, but their daughters always wanted to study abroad. Especially after looking at my success, whenever I used to bring chocolates for them, from different countries in Europe.
That was about 15 years ago, now ‘free’ education in France is not really free. The initial expense to do an MBA is about 2 lacs INR. Then the monthly cost of living is nothing less than 30k rupees.
In our time there were few students and plenty of jobs. Nowadays, there are hardly any jobs and less cheap apartments for rent. It has become difficult to study in France, though the tuition is still mostly free.
She is the youngest of three siblings and very free-spirited. When I received her first time, she’d surprised me by calling me by my name. Ever since this unknown relationship has established itself. She is just Mini for me, and I’m just Som.
Needless to say, I’m taking care of her expenses, that is hardly anything. We are like friends, except we are not in any normal relationship. She isn’t a mistress or a girlfriend. The only relation considering our age difference is she is my sugar baby that I’m taking care of as her sugar daddy.
She satisfies my need for love and cuddles. In contrast, I satisfy her smaller financial needs along with physical intimacy that we both started enjoying lately. This is how it all started. Every time I see her, there is a change.
Last time it was the sexy layered haircut. This time the change was her septum (nose) ring. It made her sharp nose, and pretty rose-like lips stand out even more. She had asked if a nose ring would suit her. I’d given my 2 cents that she should not mess with her perfectly shaped nose.
Everything was not alright. Due to COVID, her classes had moved online. She had constant fights with her roommate girls because the flats in their student apartment were too small. They were never designed for staying inside, only meant for sleeping at night.
I could tell that her restaurant job was long gone. She had even stopped asking if there are any other jobs available. So that I wouldn’t be embarrassed about saying ‘no’ every time. She was wearing a loose sleeveless t-shirt. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo inside her left arm and commented, “Is that an inner arm tattoo?”
She turned, giving her 100-watt smile with her pearl lined teeth and pouting lips, raised her arm, and showed me something written inside, saying, “This is the oldest one. I got this in Somajiguda.”
“What do you mean by the oldest? How many do you have?” I said, lighting a cigarette. I was totally free with no pretenses in her flat. She was a Parisian girl. She made black coffee for me in her small expresso machine and sat down on the arm of my single sofa.
I had the deepest secret lust for her, and she either didn’t seem to notice or maybe she didn’t mind. Her long waxed legs were crossed. They were shining in a shade of rose gold in the afternoon sunlight coming from the full-length French window.
She showed me her fingers. They had tattoos on the side with small symbols, like an anchor, arrow, etc., and something is written on the side of her left finger. I was holding her hand, admiring her baby-like skin and long fingers, with multicolored fingernails.
“This is new,” she said and raised her right hand to show me her underarm tattoo with ‘gorgeous’ tattooed in a pretty script along half the length of her forearm. “Wow, Mini, how many tats do you have?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“Just these, the rib cage, behind left ear, nape and right armband,” she said, showing me one by one. I was getting an erection really fast. I hoped Mini would turn away for a second, so I could adjust my dick. After all, she is like 22, almost 13 years younger than me.
Any friendship other than formal would be frowned upon, plus my marriage was already fixed. Luckily she turned to show me her nape tattoo, lifting her long layered hair out of the way. I adjusted my dick in a flash. Then she turned back, flipping her hair very close to my face.
She lifted her t-shirt with one hand, showing me a thin-lined delicate rib tattoo. I almost got a glimpse of her under boob and flat stomach. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, wondering how it would be to make love to this young temptress.
She smiled with her big kajal-lined eyes turning into half-moons. “Ya, I’m looking at him!” she said mischievously. “But seriously, I wish I had a boyfriend, I’m stuck in this loop, college, job, then back to college.”
I knew the story, it was the same for all international students – no time for personal life. “Don’t worry, just keep looking good, and your prince will come one day,” I said.
Her parents had arranged for a local IT guy to meet her for an arranged marriage, but she wasn’t interested. She had met many, but they were all short of her expectations.
“Come on, get ready, and come home. Meeting the guy is just a formality. It will be a good change for you,” I said, trying to convince her. Yamini’s parents had arranged a meeting at my place.
“Ok first, he’s not tall, I clearly said atleast 5”10’ because I’m also 5’6”. So I don’t want to look taller with my heels on, then he’s not fit like you,” and she stopped her argument. It’s true, I had maintained myself well over the years.
Mini had confessed I was her teenage crush and still complimented me on my skinny pants and Ted Baker shirts. Plus, traveling by the metro had helped to keep my 6ft body quite lean.
Mini got ready in a decent one-piece dress and started straightening her thick bangs. “Did you cut your own bangs?” I asked, suddenly interested in her. She had satisfied my hair fetish to no end. Now thick, slightly curved bangs grazed her perfectly arched eyebrows that she was straightening with a flat iron.
The bangs were complimenting her dark curly layers. She was quite fair, and a thin gold chain almost disappeared into her neckline. She decided to wear thin hanging ear jewelry. “If the guy doesn’t say yes, he’s got to be blind or crazy,” I joked.
“Somu, I wish these matrimony guys were half as romantic as you, I would’ve married and had 2 kids,” she joked, turning around. She looked like a window mannequin of a designer store. I took a deep breath and remembered that she is the forbidden fruit.
“Cute er Super,” I said, correcting myself.
She put her long arms on my shoulders and said something sweet in French. I couldn’t resist and gave a dry peck on the cheek, and light hug, holding her narrow waist. “Super cute,” I said, “Let him say no, and I’ll be waiting,” I joked.
“You’re crazy,” she said, turning away. I knew exactly what she meant to take her now rather than wait. I was finding her hard to resist her, and she was dropping pretty obvious hints.
We took an Uber to my place, I sent off my roommate and greeted the average-looking guy who came to see Mini. I excused myself and walked to the nearest French bar, leaving the youngsters to their awkward conversation.
By the time I had my third vodka, she was done and texted me. I asked her to lock the flat and walk over to the pub. I ordered a vodka with Perrier for her.
Me: No date night?
Mini: Yes, date night, with you.
Me: Ok, tell me about him.
Mini: Shut up, Som, he can’t handle me.
Me: You should go for love marriage, babe.
Mini: Why is marriage so important?
And it hit me like a flash, Mini was not ready for marriage with anyone. She wanted an NSA boyfriend. She drank her vodka and a few more. We enjoyed the busy night with a young crowd, dancing like a couple. Then walked to a small patio restaurant.
It was late, and she was slightly drunk. We had some pasta for dinner, considering her calories. At first, she used to like only Indian food. There are plenty of late-night Indian joints in Paris. But one year in the city had changed her completely.
I flagged a Paris taxi for her and said, “Mini, it’s late. Can you go alone, or should I drop you?”
Mini: I don’t want to go, it’s a date night. (and held my arm tightly)
I knew how she felt, apologized, and sent off the taxi. We walked back along the road lined with street lamps. My roommate was still out, he would be out partying like crazy. I made some black coffee and lit a cigarette.
Mini took out a mini pastry from the fridge and took a bite, then fed me the rest with her fingers. I sat down on the sofa, removing my shoes, and she sat with her body glued to me. I had a half erection already from her body odor, and the touch of her soft body against my side was driving me crazy.
I put my arm around her, squeezing her and feeling her soft curls on my hand. She looked straight at me with her big eyes and fluttered her long eyelashes. I buried my fingers in her hair, holding her head and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes and offered her tongue.
I unzipped her dress from behind and pulled it down. She took out her hands and let the dress fall to her waist. A pair of petite white boobs were visible in a lace bra. I unhooked the bra with one hand, and it fell out. Her boobs juggled once and stood up like they didn’t need any support.
One look at the pink nipples, and I lost control over my senses. I started sucking like it’s my duty. She planted her soft round ass in my lap, slightly rubbing my erect cock and gave me full access to her stomach. I went crazy licking and sucking from head to toe.
Finally, the moment of truth came. It was now or never. I carried her in my arms to my room and locked the door, putting her on my bed. My rock solid erection was raging to be released. I spat on my hand and rubbed my saliva on .
I let her take time to hold my cock and roll a condominium on it. Later if she complains, I would remind her it was consensual. As soon as she was done fondling my cock with her delicate fingers, I kissed her and mounted her cunt with my cock deep inside her.
She first raised her buttery legs, then folded them against my hip. As I started fucking her tight vagina, she started strokes upward. I hugged her tightly, caressing her sexy bangs and feeling her soft hair behind her back.
Within 2-3 minutes, I shot my full load and pulled out, carefully removing the condom without spilling on the bed. She slept soundly next to me till early morning. Then woke me up with a blowjob. I lay on my back, enjoying her lips around my cock and her tongue licking my shaft.
My dick was painfully hard within a minute of waking up. Without looking for a condom, Mini inserted my dick inside her pussy and started riding. Though she wasn’t a virgin, I could tell she was no expert. I let her ride slowly for several minutes.
Her boob length curls swinging and touching my chest as she bent to kiss me with her sweet lips. Soon she picked up the pace and brought herself to a climax. As she was lost in her orgasm, I pushed her down and gave some deep strokes to cum myself.
Then I remembered that I wasn’t wearing protection and pulled out, giving her a full cun shot on her lips and mouth. She wiped her face with her delicate fingers and licked everything clean, finally sucking my cock dry.
From that day till lockdown finished, we are joined at the hip. My cock is always inside her, and her tongue is never satisfied with exploring my mouth. We are like celestial lovers, enjoying this moment.
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