Meeting My Girlfriend’s Sugardaddy

The story of how I became my girlfriend’s secret lover and how I rented myself a fake girlfriend to meet my real girlfriend’s sugar daddy.

The story of how I became my girlfriend’s secret lover and how I rented myself a fake girlfriend to meet my real girlfriend’s sugar daddy.

Carsten and Isabella in Bali

“I have just found a really great sugar daddy,” my girlfriend Isabella said when she called me from Bali. “His name is Walter, and he is stinking rich.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” I said. “Is he treating you well?”

“Yes,” she said. “We have seen some amazing places … Hold on … I will send you some pictures …”

A moment later, I received several images on my phone. In one of them, Isabella and Walter were holding hands in a romantic restaurant, and another was taken in Walter’s Ferrari. The rest were pictures of Isabella posing naked on Walter’s luxury yacht. She also sent a video of Walter kneeling while performing oral sex on Isabella. Filming with her phone using one hand, she was holding on to his thin grey hair with the other. As he was struggling to please her, she scolded him by telling him that he was a bad and naughty boy.

“As you can see from the video,” she said, “I am exploring my new identity as a dominatrix.”

“I can see that you are having a great time,” I said laughing, “but what is Walter doing in Bali?”

“He has retired here,” she said. “I wish you could come and meet him, but he is very jealous. If he finds out that I already have a boyfriend, he will probably not want to spoil me anymore.”

“Just tell him that you and I are friends,” I said.

“I have already told him about you and shown him pictures,” she said, “but I said that we are no longer together.”

“Why don’t you tell him that I have found another girlfriend?” I asked. “If I’m with someone else, he will not feel threatened.”

“That could probably work …,” she said, considering it, “but have you found another girlfriend?”

“No,” I said, “but I can find a sugar babe on a dating site who can pose as my girlfriend when I meet Walter.”

“Brilliant idea!” Isabella exclaimed. “Just remember to be all over her when Walter is around. I don’t want him to suspect anything.”

The next day Isabella called me to say that Walter had been happy to hear that I had found a new girlfriend. Naturally, he would be delighted to meet me and the new love of my life in Bali. He also suggested that the four of us should go out for dinner at one of Bali’s most exclusive restaurants in the heart of Seminyak. With this in place, I booked a plane, and when I landed in Bali, I spent the first couple of days recruiting a sugar babe. At my third interview, I chose a 26-year-old girl called Lena. According to our agreement, Lena would receive an allowance and pose as my girlfriend when Walter was around.

When Lena and I arrived at the restaurant in Seminyak, Isabella was waiting for us by the entrance. Her makeup and hair looked perfect, and she was wearing a sexy white dress and heels. No doubt Walter had invested a lot of money in an upgrade of her wardrobe.

“I am so happy to see you both!” Isabella said, kissing Lena on both cheeks before leading us to Walter’s private table at the restaurant. When we reached the table, Walter turned out to be an old-school English gentleman around 60 years old. When I saw that he was dressed in an impeccable suit and a tie, I became a little conscious that I was wearing jungle boots, shorts and a worn-out t-shirt. When I introduced myself, he got up from his chair, but when he stood up, he was almost the same height as when he was sitting down. Even though he hardly reached my chin, he somehow still managed to make me feel that I was a schoolboy visiting his headmaster. When the four of us were seated around the table, it soon turned out that Walter was an enthusiastic storyteller. The waiter had only just taken our orders before he started telling stories of his trips around Bali with Isabella. Isabella looked as if she had already heard the stories several times before, but that didn’t seem to bother her. Constantly she was encouraging Walter, reminding him of details, asking questions while stroking his arm and laughing at the perfect moments. It was a pure pleasure seeing such a skilful and cunning sugar babe in action.

While the dinner continued, I made sure to hold Lena’s hand while occasionally kissing her passionately. Lena played her role well but had a hard time not laughing when I gazed lovingly into her eyes. During a short break between stories, Walter complimented me on my excellent taste in women. He also told me that he could tell that Lena and I were made for each other and that he hoped to be invited to our wedding. Even though Lena was beautiful, I felt no attraction to her, but every time I looked at Isabella, sparks were flying. At this point, Isabella and I had been apart for four weeks, and our hunger for each other had become extreme. Seeing her at such a close range without being able to rip her clothes off was almost unbearable. Even though Isabella was very attentive towards Walter, she was aware that something extraordinary was going on between her and me. When Walter was looking the other way, she never missed a chance to send me a naughty smile. Occasionally she also reached out under the table and touched my knee. If we had been a little closer, I am sure she would have been happy to expand the touch to a hand-job and (if Walter had looked away for a very long time) a blowjob. During the main course, my pounding heart and constant erection made it difficult to concentrate on Walter’s stories. Every minute my urge to ravish Isabella was growing. Naturally, I restrained myself and continued listening patiently to Walter while occasionally gazing lovingly into Lena’s eyes.

“I am sure you have seen most of Bali by now,” I said to Isabella when Walter was quiet for a few seconds while sipping his wine. “Is there anything else that you would like to explore while you’re here?”

“Yes,” she said, considering my question. “I have just been through a long phase exploring oral sex, but I am now ready to explore anal sex instead.” Her words had just left her mouth when Walter almost spat the wine back out into his glass, but Isabella ignored him and continued. “Anal-sex is much more intimate than conventional penetration and creates fascinating dynamics in a relationship. Compared to you, Walter has a tiny dick, and it is perfect for anal sex!” Once more, Walter had problems with the wine, but this time he got it in the wrong pipe. While coughing violently, Isabella patted him lovingly on the back.

“It sounds like you are going to have a busy schedule here in Bali,” I said, putting an arm around Lena while both Lena and I were struggling to keep straight faces.

Isabella was just about to continue talking when a young waitress came up to our table. Smiling politely, the waitress cleared our plates while everyone silently agreed not to carry on talking about the current topic.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” the waitress asked when she had taken our plates.

“Yes,” I said while sending Isabella an encouraging look. “There was something you just said that you would like.”

“What might that be?” The waitress asked while looking at Isabella.

“I was just saying that I would like anal sex,” Isabella said.

“Oh!” the waitress said, almost dropping the plates.

“Don’t worry,” I added. “If it’s not on the menu we will settle for ice-cream.”

During ice cream, Walter managed to regain control over the situation and continued his storytelling. By this time, he had become a little drunk, and while holding Isabella’s hand, he started flirting aggressively with Lena by asking her if she had ever considered dating a wealthy man. A few minutes later, Lena and Walter went outside to look at Walter’s new Ferrari. They had hardly left the restaurant before Isabella landed in my lap.

“Oh Baby!” she said, kissing me passionately. “I don’t like us to be fake like this. Let’s leave through the backdoor and run off to some romantic island.”

“We already are on a romantic island,” I pointed out.

“Ok,” she said, “but another and even more romantic island.”

Once more, she was kissing me before she suddenly stopped.

“Sorry,” she said, “but just before coming to the restaurant, I gave Walter a blowjob, and he came in my mouth. Do you mind?”

In less than a fraction of a second, the electricity between us disappeared.

“That’s disgusting!” I complained while grabbing a glass of water from the table and using it to wash my mouth. “You are kissing me while having another man’s sperm in your mouth!?”

“It’s not in my mouth anymore,” she said, “I swallowed. I am not a pelican.”

“I don’t think a pelican stores sperm in its beak,” I pointed out before drinking more water.

“I don’t care about Walter and pelicans!” she said. “Let’s grab the chance and run off. We can just let Walter have Lena. Neither of them will notice that we are gone.”

While I was considering it, she started kissing me again.

“Stop it!” I said in a commanding voice. “After giving another man a blowjob, your mouth needs at least 12 hours of quarantine and a comprehensive tooth brushing before kissing me.”

“Ok,” she said, looking around the restaurant. “We don’t have much time. What should we do?”

“You should stay with Walter until tomorrow,” I said. “If you don’t suck his dick for the next 12 hours and make sure to brush your teeth twice, your quarantine will be over when we meet again.”

“Ok,” she said. “I will tell him that I need a little time for myself and will book a romantic hotel close to the beach. “

The next morning, I received a message from Isabella telling me the address of the hotel. Currently, she was in our room putting on the new sexy lingerie Walter had bought for her. When I arrived at the hotel room, Isabella was laying on the bed playing with herself with a vibrator.

“I have missed you sooo much,” she exclaimed, putting the vibrator away.

“I have missed you too!” I said, throwing myself in her arms.

“Let’s forget about the foreplay!” she burst out while greedily opening my trousers. “I need you down my throat.”

My dick had barely entered her mouth before the hotel’s landline phone rang.

“Who can this be?” I said, looking at Isabella. “Who knows we are here?”

“Raaarsffhhh … ahhrrrhhhh,” Isabella said.

“What?!”

“Don’t answer the phone,” she said, taking my dick out of her mouth. “It’s probably a wrong number.”

While she went back to work, the phone kept ringing. As I couldn’t concentrate, I told her to answer it. Irritated she turned towards the phone and lifted the receiver.

“Yes!” she said. After listening for a few seconds, she threw the receiver back on the phone, looking at me in sheer panic. “It was the receptionist!” She yelled. “Walter is on his way to our room!”

“What the fuck?!” I shouted. “How the hell does he know you are here?!”

“I made him book the room!” she blurted out. “I had no idea he would come to see me here. What do we do?”

“I need to hide!” I shouted.

“But you are my boyfriend,” she said in a sharp voice. “Why should you hide? Walter is the lover, and he should be the one hiding.”

“You’re right about that,” I agreed, “but I think it’s too late to tell Walter that now!”

In desperation, I was looking for a place to hide. In the end, I settled for the classic — the closet. I had only just gathered my clothes and closed the closet from the inside before I heard a knock on the door.

“Who’s there?” Isabella said.

“It’s me, sweetheart!” Walter shouted. “I have brought you flowers and a present.”

“Just a minute dear!” Isabella said. Between the doors in the closet, I could see her make the bed. “I am SO happy you are here,” she shouted, “but just give me a minute.”

Soon Isabella was ready and opened the door.

“What is going on?” Walter asked. “Why are you all dressed up like that?”

“Just making myself ready for you,” she said.

“But you didn’t know I was coming,” he said. “It was a surprise.”

“You can’t surprise me,” she said. “I know exactly how your dirty mind works. Wow! The flowers are beautiful!”

“You are beautiful,” Walter said. In the closet, I was holding my breath, trying not to make a sound while putting my clothes back on. In the little space, my erection was in the way — even the sound of Walters horny voice wouldn’t make it go down.

“You are a naughty boy!” I suddenly heard Isabella exclaim. “You bad and naughty, naughty, naughty boy! Get on your knees, and I will show you how I treat a boy who does not prepare his mistress for his visit!”

Every person has some turn-ons and turn-offs. What was going on between Walter and Isabella during the next few minutes consisted of nothing but a long series of my personal turn-offs. Luckily this made my stubborn erection subside. In no time I was dressed before once more looking through the crack in the door. A few meters away, I could see Walter on his knees in front of Isabella. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head while forcing him to satisfy her orally. Her thighs were covering Walter’s ears, and in the current position, he could not see or hear anything. As quietly as possible, I opened the closet and headed for the door. On the way, I used sign language to make Isabella understand that she needed to finish Walter off as fast as possible and send him home. But just before I closed the hotel door behind me, I heard something that made me very depressed:

“You bad, bad boy!” Isabella was commanding, “Walter has made his mistress very disappointed. Before I finish with you today, I will force you to come in my mouth!”

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