stuff. Probably even likes service station sandwiches. You’ll get on well.”
“We can’t all pull a PJ party and work from home every day. Your de-humidified little veggie snacks hardly cut a day on the road.” My voice came out dry as my tone got serious. “This one. Does she know? Is she… suitable?”
I didn’t pull my eyes from the screen yet I knew he was rolling his.
“Don’t start. She knows some of it.”
“Some?”
“Some. From our profile.”
“So tell her the rest.”
He groaned at me. “Listen up, Mr tell it like it is, we need time. She needs to get to know us. We haven’t even met her yet.”
“Ok, so let’s meet her, and then we’ll tell her. Lay our cards flat on the table and see if hers match up.”
He shook his head. “Six months, you promised.”
“I promised three.”
“You said six, after Nicole from Northampton ran screaming for the hills, you said six. You sat right there, just where you are now, and you promised six.”
“Under duress. I’ve changed my mind.”
He clapped his hands in front of my screen, forcing my attention. “Six, Carl. We’re going with six months this time. I mean it.”
His tone tickled me. “Who died and made you Lord of Sugar Daddy dating? We all know who wears the trousers around here, Richard.” I smirked. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it that way.”
“I’d like it a whole lot better if we managed to coax a three-way just a smidge beyond your boar-headed negotiations. This isn’t some sales deal. It’s about… people, Carl, people…”
“It’s all about the soul, man…” I mocked. “I negotiate. That’s what I do.”
“Not this time.” He shook his head. “Six months. Let me handle this one.” His eyes were like a puppy dog’s. “Please… just let me handle this one…”
I scrolled down through the email. “Where’s the obligatory nude?”
“There isn’t one.”
I raised my eyebrows. “No tit shot? Not even underwear?”
He smiled. “Nope. Not a thing.”
I was strangely impressed. “She does know we come as a pair, yes? She knows it’s two at once or not at all?”
“She knows she will need to… accommodate…”
“Such a delicate way of putting it. She’s happy with that, is she?”
“It’s clear on our profile. She referred to it in her message. It’s pretty explicit… not slutty, she’s no tramp, but she’s… clear in her intentions…”
A tickle of excitement ran through my balls.
“…her name’s Katie, by the way.”
Katie. It suited her.
“Katie Serena Smith… and she’s keen…”
I scrolled past her picture, to the message below.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m sure almost every other message says the same, but I really mean it. I really have never done anything like this before… but I want to.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t on a sugar daddy website for the money, but I wasn’t expecting to find anyone close enough, and I definitely wasn’t expecting to find a profile like yours.
I’ve fantasised about taking two men at once since I was old enough to know it was possible. You ask in your profile if I’ve experienced sex like this before, and I haven’t. I don’t know how it would feel to have two men inside me, and I don’t know that I’d find it easy, but I want to try.
You ask if I’ve ever opened up enough to take two men in my pussy, and no, I haven’t, not even close, but I think about it every day since I read your profile.
It’s taken me a while to pluck up the courage to message.
But I’m ready now.
I really want this.
You ask what I want out of the arrangement, and I’m not really sure how to quantify it.
I’m just a small town girl with big dreams, that’s why I’m on this site. But it isn’t just about the money. Not anymore.
Katie. X
Explicit but not slutty. No grandiose claims of riding two fat dicks all through the night. No graphic demonstration of her pussy-stretching capabilities, and we’d had plenty of those. No take me, big boys, take my tight little cunt, or, you’ve never known a pussy as hungry for two as mine. None of that.
I tried to get a measure of Katie. “If she can’t quantify it, what does she want? Not college fees presumably, and she doesn’t look the type for a cosmetic surgery wish list.”
He shrugged. “A small town girl with big dreams… who knows. That’s cute, though, right?”
“Cute. Yes.”
Rick’s grin showed his dimples. “She’s seriously cute. I think I’m in love already.”