I assumed that Dave was just a typical sugar daddy, there certainly wasn’t anything on his profile to suggest otherwise. He was married, but in an ‘open relationship’. He actively enjoyed watching his wife being fucked by other men; she didn’t watch him with other women though, apparently it wasn’t her thing. They had children and ran a business together, so were obviously making it work; not my idea of marriage, but each to their own…
After a quick coffee and chat in a nearby cafe, I follow him back to his place to get better acquainted. The house looked normal from the outside, but inside was reminiscent of an 90s strip club; all animal print and gaudy colours (predominately bright pink and purple), finished with cheap glittery accessories. The pièce de résistance was in the bedroom, where a full-length mirror covered the entire wall opposite the bed.
Turned out that Dave was not your typical sugar daddy but ran a swingers’ club and hosted sex parties at his house. He’d provide the girls, and men would pay to attend; the girls being laid on (in every sense) splitting the money between them at the end of the night.
Dave knew that his men would love to meet me, so we discussed whether I’d be up for attending a party and working with one of his other girls. Now, I’m not opposed to having fun with another woman, be they participating or watching; and the thought of putting on a show was quite appealing. Why limit yourself to attention from one man when you can have several, right?
Dave also said that he could provide me with private clients; he’d negotiate the money, but I’d still be paid directly. Being new to the business, I was struggling with the whole ‘putting a price on myself and finding it all a bit awkward (I hate asking for money); so without needing too much persuasion, I agreed to be one of his girls.
Obviously, he needed to test the product and see what he’d be charging other men for, so I got naked, and showed him what I was capable of. He was impressed, and kept telling me how sexy I was, and how much other men were going to enjoy fucking me etc. It was all quite cheesy and reminded me of one of those terrible ‘casting’ pornos.
Whilst we’re having sex, Dave takes photos and video footage of us in the mirror, which he assures me are for ‘personal use’ only and wouldn’t go anywhere else (which I didn’t believe for one moment). No doubt he used them to promote my services, or posted them on his swingers site; but whatever… He shared them with me, I watched them a few times and masturbated over them; is that weird? They weren’t bad videos, I looked quite good; I mean, I would…
Anyway, Dave was true to his word and a few days later arranged for me to visit a man called Kevin; negotiating my fee and giving Kevin my number to confirm arrangements. He assured me that Kevin was a decent and genuine guy; but made it clear that if he wanted to see me again it would have to be arranged through him. In return for providing clients, I was to have sex with Dave again at a discounted price; which seemed like a fair deal.
Thankfully Kevin turned out to be ok, despite being younger than any of the other sugar daddies I’d met or spoken too. I’d seen his profile on the sugar daddy site, and he’d already messaged me, therefore we may have met up anyway, without Dave’s involvement; the only difference being that I’d have negotiated my own fee and probably undersold myself.
Over the next few weeks, Dave contacted me several times trying to set me up with various men. He had men asking for girls and offering good money; more money than I’d have charged, which made me feel uncomfortable. Whilst the money was attractive, I didn’t like the idea of not being able to talk to or get to know the men first, and with that amount of money on the table, it would be hard to say no to whatever was being asked of me.
One guy wanted a girl to take to Tenerife for a week, all expenses paid; and if it hadn’t been for my day job, I’d have been tempted. Dave knew this and actually suggested that I quit my job, pointing out that I could make more money as a sugar baby; which was sadly true, but not an option at the time.
Dave was desperate to show off his ‘new signing’ though, and keen to organise a party with me on the bill; yet despite initially agreeing, and being quite excited by the idea, I was now having second thoughts. I was concerned about the sexual health implications of having sex with several men in one night, and didn’t know how these men would treat me, or how safe I’d feel. Even with another girl present, we’d be outnumbered, and potentially under pressure to do things we didn’t want to. I liked the thought of it, but the reality was a bit scary, so I politely declined.
Not long after this I decided to cut ties with Dave; I was feeling a little harassed and just didn’t have the time to see the men he wanted me to. When I told him that I wanted out he begged me to stay, offering more money and to give up his other girls (as if he would). I had to explain several times that it wasn’t about the money or the other girls, it was about being in control; I wanted to be able to decide who I saw and when, as well as how much to charge. Yes, maybe I wouldn’t make so much money, but I could make enough, I didn’t need to be making loads, for me it was more about the experiences than money anyway.
Looking back, I was probably naive to trust Dave as much as I did (even though that wasn’t very much). How much of what he told me was true, I’ll never know. I don’t think he was a bad person though, he just saw a business opportunity and went for it; he was playing the game just like I was. However, I’m not sure how much he cared about the girls he worked with. I have a horrible feeling that money was the only thing that mattered, and that if something had gone wrong, he’d be nowhere to be seen.
I still see Dave’s profile on the site, so he’s obviously still doing his thing, recruiting and fucking sugar babies; I haven’t seen him again though. Kevin on the other hand became a regular client, and we’ve managed perfectly well without a middleman.
PS: In case you’re wondering, yes, a small part of me regrets not doing one of Dave’s parties, as I quite like the idea of being fucked by several guys whilst another girl is doing the same. I would have quite liked the money too, but oh well, I’m sure they’ll be other opportunities.
Emily-Rose xxx
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