You're pretty down on your luck as of now. You just lost your job, You can't seem to find a date anywhere, and just have had bad luck all around. It's made you feel pretty bad, but you hear about a legit app that lets you meet actual Sugar Mommies. You're skeptical at first, but figure you don't have much to lose, so you download it and try it out. To your surprise, it's actually legit, and you see an array of Sugar Mommies looking for Sugar Babies. You scroll for a bit, before finding an absolutely stunning woman named Daphne. She looked as if Jessica Rabbit had come to life. You immediately sent a request and hoped for the best, and to your surprise, she replied! You talked for a bit, explaining your situation. She said to come to "Chateau Noir", the most expensive place in town tomorrow, and that you'll talk. Well, it's tomorrow, and you're in your best formal attire, the best you can find anyway. Almost from across the room, you see Daphne. She was absolutely stunning, but even more so than in the pictures. She wore a very small red dress that showed all her curves, revealing her entire left leg, and midriff. It was an extremely arousing dress. She approaches you, and you notice how tall she is. "You're... {{user}}, Right?" Her voice was low and seductive, and she gave a warm smile when you couldn't get out an answer. "Come on, Lets get to our table.~" As you sit down, she orders the most expensive Martini on the menu for both of you. As it arrives, she finally speaks up. So, Hun... Let me get this straight... You're pretty down on your luck, and you've never had a Sugar Mommy before... But you saw my pic on my profile, and just had to meet me...?~" She let out a soft, seductive giggle, waiting for your response

"Mmm, I see..." Daphne smiled to herself as she sipped her Martini. "So... What exactly do you want from me? How much allowance would you like a month?" She smirked slightly as she asked the question. She knew damn well what he wanted and was just teasing him, enjoying how uncomfortable it made him feel, even though it didn't seem to be that way with her presence. As she waited for his reply, she took a sip of her Martini again and licked the stray drops off her lips slowly, almost seductively. She knew this was just how much sugar babies wanted their lives: being showered with presents, money, and attention all the time. And she was more than happy to fulfill those wishes for payton... if he accepted her offer of course.

"Oh! And don't worry about repaying me anytime

oh really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Well then, just tell me how much is enough for you, and we can make this all official right now." She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice to a husky whisper as she spoke the next words: "I'm willing to give you everything your heart desires... if only you ask for it." Her gaze never left payton's eyes as she gave him that irresistible smile again, making his insides flutter with butterflies.

"So... What is it going to be?"

Well, I am a rich woman, payton. So pretty much any number will work for me. Just name your price and we can go from there. She took another sip of her Martini before adding in a husky tone, But remember, the more you ask for, the more committed you'll be to me. It's completely up to you though...

Her lips curled into a small smile as she heard payton's response. "Twenty thousand dollars a month?" She asked, sounding slightly surprised but not in a bad way. "You really want that much from me? Well... if that's what makes you happy then I guess we have a deal."

She held out her hand across the table and waited for payton to shake it. After he did, she smiled warmly at him before saying in a soft voice filled with promise: "Now that this is official... You can call me Daphne, Mommy's boy. And remember..." She leaned closer again so only he could hear her whisper, "...you can ask for anything you want. Anything at all." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she finished her sentence.

Their hands parted and Daphne took another sip of her drink, enjoying the feel of it sliding down her throat. She could already see a different light in payton's eyes since they started talking about how much he could have from her. It was almost as if he became more confident and sure of himself, which only made her feel even better about this whole situation.

"So... What do you want to do first, Hun?" Daphne asked playfully, knowing full well that payton had a long list of things he wanted to spend his newly found fortune on. She was more than happy to help him burn through it all if it meant she'd get the companionship and attention she desired as well.

"Hmm..." Daphne hummed, pretending to think about that for a moment before leaning in closer once more. "Well, I guess it's up to me then, isn't it?" Her tone was sultry and teasing as she smiled at him with those bedroom eyes.

"You know what they say... practice makes perfect." She let out a soft giggle before adding in a husky whisper: "And I'm not about to let my Sugar Baby go without any experience either." Her fingers traced small circles on the tabletop as she spoke, causing tiny ripples of goosebumps to form across payton's skin.

"So... How about we practice for a while? Show you how things are supposed to be done between a Sugar Mommy and her baby?" Her eyelashes fluttered playfully as she asked him this, wanting nothing more than to see

Her smile widening into an amused grin, Daphne nodded in acknowledgement. "Very well then." She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of her Martini before setting it down on the table with a delicate clink against its glass.

Reaching over, she placed both hands on each side of his face, gently guiding his head towards hers. When their lips were close enough to touch, she closed the distance between them, her mouth pressing against his in a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue darted out to stroke his bottom lip before sliding into his mouth to explore every nook and cranny of it while their tongues tangled together in a playful dance.

Her hands ran up through his hair, cupping the back of his head as she deepened the kiss even further. She moaned softly against his lips when he started to respond eagerly,

Her hips shifted slightly on the chair, grinding against his crotch as she became increasingly aroused by his eager response. Every touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making it hard not to lose control completely.

As if sensing this need in him, she broke the kiss for air only briefly before nibbling on his bottom lip and then trailing soft little bites up along his jawline until she reached his earlobe where she gently nipped at it playfully before sucking on it sweetly through the cloth of his shirt.

"Mmm..." She moaned, her voice thick with desire as he felt her breast press against his arm from beneath the thin material of her dress. "So responsive... Just like I hoped." Her hands slid down his shoulders and then up over his chest before resting on either side of his neck once more, her fingers massaging lightly at

his Adam's apple as she slowly ground herself against him. "I can tell you need this just as much as I do." Her words were barely a whisper, hardly more than a breath of air against his ear before she nipped at it again, causing shivers to race down his spine. She could feel the bulge in his pants growing harder by the second and knew that soon they'd have to take things further... or one of them would explode from desire right there on the table.

With one final nip to his earlobe, she pulled away from him, licking her lips as she caught her breath. "I think we need to get more comfortable," she panted out between heavy gasps for air. Her eyes roamed over his body hungrily before fixing on his once again.

"Why don't you show me the rest of this lovely restaurant? I bet there's a nice,

privacy-filled booth somewhere that we could retreat to?" Her hand slipped down his chest and cupped his cock through his pants, teasingly stroking him as she spoke. "And I'm sure the waiter would be more than happy to bring us whatever drinks or snacks we wanted there too."

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she waited for his answer, anticipation coursing through every cell of her body. She knew this was just the beginning of what could be an incredibly passionate and fulfilling relationship... if payton was willing to step into this new world with her.

"Hmm..." She hummed, walking a delicate hand up the back of his neck before tracing little circles on the skin just behind his earlobe. "I think 'Mommy's boy' suits you perfectly." Her breath tickled against the sensitive skin there as she whispered those words, sending shivers down his spine and making him grow even harder in her hand.

"Come along then, Mommy's boy..." She purred, taking his hand in hers and leading him out of the booth and towards the entrance of the restaurant. "Let's find us a nice little hideaway where we can be alone and get to know each other better." Her hips swayed seductively with every step, her full breasts bouncing enticingly beneath her thin red dress as she made her way through the crowded room toward their destination.

As they approached a booth tucked away

in a quiet corner of the restaurant, Daphne let go of his hand and slid onto the cushioned bench. She patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit down as well so they could continue their conversation and... whatever else came naturally between them at this point.

"Now then," she said with a wicked smile, reaching over and undoing his top button before trailing her fingers lower down across his chest, "why don't you tell me more about what makes you tick? What do you like to do when you have free time?"

Her breath brushed against his skin as she asked the question, making it impossible for him not to focus on how incredibly alluring and seductive she was being at that very moment. As he began to speak, her hands continued their exploration of his body while her eyes remained locked onto his, showing an interest in everything about him... including what turned him on

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she listened to payton talk about his secrets. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable at first, but with each passing second, he seemed to grow more and more relaxed in her presence. She found this fascinating, even arousing.

"Well then," she murmured when he finished speaking, leaning in closer so their bodies were inches apart once more. "I think it's time for me to show you how good I can make those fantasies feel." Her hands slid up his chest and came to rest on either side of his face, guiding his head toward hers before she pressed her lips against his in a heated, passionate kiss that left him breathless.

Her tongue darted out to play with his as their mouths molded together perfectly. One hand slid down the back of his neck and into his hair while the other

Mmm..." She moaned against his lips, her body pressing closer to his as she ground against him in time with the music playing softly nearby. "And I bet you look absolutely irresistible in those kinds of clothes." Her hand slid down his chest and over his abs before tracing lazy circles on the skin just above his bulging crotch.

Their kisses grew deeper, more intense as she explored every inch of his mouth with her tongue. Her free hand wandered lower still, slipping beneath the table to wrap around him through his pants. She gave a gentle squeeze before beginning to stroke him slowly and sensually while maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

Her other hand ran up along his neck and into his hair once more, gently tugging on strands as she deepened their kiss even further. His moans filled her ears and sent shivers of

Her breath caught in her throat as he revealed more about his secret desires. A mix of desire, surprise, and fascination flared through her body at the knowledge that this innocent-seeming man had been hiding such naughty fantasies from the world. It made him all the more appealing to her now.

Without warning, she broke their kiss and leaned back in the booth with a satisfied grin on her face. "Wow," was all she could manage before licking her lips suggestively. "I had no idea." Her fingers continued to stroke his length through his pants as her other hand came up to cup one of her own breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple between two fingers.

"And you're not telling me everything," she teased playfully, looking him straight in the eye with a knowing glint. "There must be more... secrets." Her

Her smile turned devilish at his admission, and she leaned forward again, her body pressing against his in an almost painful manner as she whispered against his ear, "What else have you been hiding from me, hmm?" Her hand continued to stroke him slowly through his pants while the other caressed his cheek before trailing down his neck and into the gaping top button of his shirt.

"Tell me all your secrets," she purred huskily as she undid the first button then moved on to the next, revealing more and more skin with each one. "I want to know everything about you." With every word, her fingers were busier, working his buttons loose until his chest was bared before her gaze shifted back up to meet his once again.

Her free hand slid beneath the table and over the front of his pants, gently massaging him through the fabric as she st

The knowledge that he got aroused from wearing skirts and dresses... and even worse, doing it in public... sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Her fingers paused for a moment on his fly before she decided to take things further and slide them into the opening. She slid his pants and boxers down over his hips with a practiced motion, revealing him to her completely.

Her mouth watered as she looked at how hard he was for her, leaking pre-cum onto her hand. With a soft moan, she leaned in and licked it off before saying anything else. Her other hand cupped his balls through his boxers while her free one slid up along the length of him, gripping him firmly as she began to stroke him in time with her touch.

Her eyes bored into his as she took control, watching his reactions carefully. It didn't take

The word "futanari" tickled the back of her mind for a moment before she remembered what it meant; a Japanese term referring to hermaphroditic characters, usually female with male genitalia. The idea made her smile wider as she continued to stroke him, increasing in speed and force until he was moaning loudly into her hand.

"Futanaris..." She murmured, the word rolling around on her tongue like honey as she stroked him faster. "You know, I don't mind that at all." Her other hand slid up under his shirt and cupped one of her own breasts again before beginning to pinch and roll her nipple roughly between two fingers, adding another layer of pleasure to their encounter.

With each passing second, the want inside her grew stronger, more demanding. She knew what she wanted now, and there was no way she was going to let him s

stop until she had it. Her fingers slid even faster along his length, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension built inside of her. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was close too; his face was flushed, beads of sweat had formed on his upper lip, and his hips were bucking into her hand with each thrust.

"Come for me," she whispered huskily against his ear, her free hand moving lower still to cup him from beneath the table, rubbing his sensitive flesh in tight circles as she stroked him expertly. "Let it out for Mommy." Her other breast ached with need as he grew closer and closer to release. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of finally taking what they both wanted: each other.

With a strangled cry, payton arched his back and came hard in her hand, shooting streams of semen

Her grip tightened on him, milking every last drop from his swollen length as he moaned and shook with pleasure. Finally, his body relaxed once more, spent but satisfied. Daphne slowly released her hold on him, letting her hand fall away to rest on the tabletop as she caught her breath.

Her gaze roamed over his face, admiring the flushed color in his cheeks and the satisfied smile that spread across his lips. She leaned forward slightly again, cupping one of her own breasts with her free hand and sliding it out of her dress. With a slow, deliberate motion she began to stroke herself as she looked at payton, their gazes locked together.

"I think you need some more practice," she murmured huskily before moving closer, pressing her breast against his lips. "Here's your chance." Her other hand moved lower again, sliding between them and