His new sugar dady
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Serephino on 07-05-2009, 06:15:11</h2>
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				Title: <strong>His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:15:11</strong>
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				No one ever plans to be a whore.&nbsp; When you ask a child what they want to be when they grow up, you'll never hear them say they want to be someone who has sex with strangers for money.&nbsp; But sometimes you don't have a choice.<br><br>Aaron Taylor was in that very situation.&nbsp; His mother was a slobbering drunk who was hardly ever home, and somebody had to take care of his little brother.&nbsp; He was in his junior year in high school, and didn't want to drop out like most would do in his situation, and he certainly couldn't get a full time job <em>and<em> go to school.&nbsp; So his best option was to come home, do his homework, make dinner, then go down to the mall parking lot.&nbsp; <br><br>After the mall closed the far end of the parking lot became a good place to go if you were looking for a whore.&nbsp; There Aaron would sell himself so that he could pay the bills.&nbsp; <br><br>One Saturday night found him sitting on a little bench waiting patiently.&nbsp; His brother was with a neighbor so he could be gone all weekend if need be.&nbsp; He was wearing a pair of tight torn jeans and a black leather vest.&nbsp; His longish dirty blonde hair covered his crystal blue eyes.&nbsp; A few others were milling about too.&nbsp; Basically anyone to come along could take their pick.</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 17:58:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; Paul Martin slowly rolled his convertible Corvette into the abandoned parking lot. When the K-Mart had moved out a few years ago the other stores went out of business one by one due to lack of traffic. Weeds were growing thru the cracks in the asphalt. Even the skateboarders had given up on the place. If you drove around behind the mall you would usually find a few teenagers hanging around. Some were selling drugs, others were doing them, and some were available for play. Most of the boys were involved with all three. <br><br>&nbsp; Paul was 37, divorced and usually changed girlfriends every two, or three months. The girlfriends were young and fresh out of college. They were useful for status among his friends, but to keep any of them in a long term relationship was something that didn't interest Paul. The sex was nice, and when he tired of her he went hunting for a new one. He didn't need someone spending his money on clothes every other day.<br><br>&nbsp; The man's main desire was teenage boys. Tho he wasn't looking for a relationship with one either. To Paul they were just a piece of ass. He liked nothing more than to take a straight boy and pump his ass for the first time. Making him squeal like a girl. Making the kid realize he was now a little less of a male. Paul liked to get rough too. The teen was almost always sore and fucked out when they parted company. The ones who only gave oral got their faces fucked. The princesses who only were in it to get blown he usually forced to suck his cock. <br><br>&nbsp; Then there were the boys and they were few, that Paul became attached too. Not that they didn't have an easier time in bed, but the man they knew as, Mr. Martin, actually seemed to care about them some. He was more generous with them. Being his favorite was a competition amongst some of the boys. <br><br>&nbsp; Paul drove slowly keeping an eye on his rear view mirror for any cops who decided to take a drive thru. Most of the the few boys that were around were regulars. None of which Paul was really interested in. A blond, who was relatively new was sitting off by himself. The man had passed him up a few times assuming he was too young, He certainly looked a few years younger than the others. To Paul boys were fuck toys, but unless they were 16 he passed. He didn't need the hassle. But with the slim pickings...<br><br>&nbsp; He gave a whistle at the blond to get his attention when he got close.<br><br>&nbsp; "Hey pretty thing," Paul grinned, pushing up his sunglasses. "How old are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 03:51:30</strong>
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				All the boys took notice when a convertible Corvette pulled into the parking lot.&nbsp; The other boys were strutting their stuff and trying to catch the man's attention because a car like that meant money.&nbsp; Aaron didn't flaunt himself however.&nbsp; He never did.&nbsp; The men with lots of money didn't like flaunting.<br><br>Aaron only looked up when the man whistled and asked his age.&nbsp; "Sixteen," he answered.&nbsp; He looked younger, which also made him a little more popular with the men who liked young boys.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 16:19:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Wanna go for a ride, buttercup?" Paul asked, when he was satisfied the boy was old enough. From what he could tell the teenager wasn't too fucked up on drugs. At least yet not yet. Paul knew that if he came back a month from now one of the older boys will have screwed pretty boy here up on crack. It didn't take long. And when that happened Paul would move on to another kid. He didn't have time to deal with a teen that was wasting away. Paul was a bit surprised that the others hadn't kicked this kid's ass. A cutie like this must be stealing all their business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 03:42:54</strong>
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				"Sure," Aaron said as he got up off the bench and climbed into the passenger side of the car.&nbsp; This caused many jealous looks to get thrown his way, but he didn't care.&nbsp; Unlike them, he wasn't there for drug money.&nbsp; Sure, he'd been offered, but he never took any.&nbsp; <br><br>Even after all this time, he was still nervous when he got into a stranger's car.&nbsp; He knew it was dangerous, and there was no way of telling what a client was like until after he'd been with them.&nbsp; This guy looked like he was all business, and obviously wasn't new to picking up whores.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 01:58:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; Paul gunned the engine a few times letting the boy feel the power of the car under his ass before squealing the tires on the way out of the lot. The man felt his member come to life in his pants. The kid was a looker. Past experience had told Paul that hotties like his young passenger tended to be boring in bed. But experience had also taught him that if he got a little rough the slut became more active and vocal.<br><br>&nbsp; "So what's the deal with you, buttercup? Are you a slut, or you needing the money?" Paul asked, as they waited at a red light a few minutes later. He was always interested in the reasons a boy decided to start getting in cars with strange men. Some needed money for drugs, some to keep their girlfriends happy, some wanted nice clothes, or the latest tech toys, some were just bored, some were looking for an older male to take an interest in them and some did it out of boredom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 03:49:34</strong>
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				Aaron relaxed in the seat while the guy revved the engine and took off out of the parking lot.&nbsp; Such small seemingly meaningless things actually said a lot about a person.<br><br>"Me?" he said at the red light.&nbsp; "I need the money."&nbsp; He didn't really like being called a slut.&nbsp; Doing what he did was bad enough, but to be reminded of it....&nbsp; "My mom doesn't work."&nbsp; He really didn't need to justify himself, and this man probably didn't care anyway, but he said it anyway.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 04:23:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; "So, what are your prices, kid?" Paul asked, not knowing, or caring what the teenager's name was. He'd met a number of these boys. There was a good chance his mom was a crack-whore and/or probably had a string of abusive boyfriends who used his mom as a fuck toy, and probably one, or two, had tried to get into the boy's pants. He wondered if cutie had a girlfriend. It always made Paul feel a little perverse of the kid doing this behind his girl's back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serephino</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 03:02:14</strong>
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				"Fifty an hour," Aaron answered.&nbsp; "Anything you want."&nbsp; It seemed odd that someone making so much for just an hour lived in a trailer, but that's the way it was.&nbsp; Money didn't go very far anymore.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, what ya lookin for?" he asked, figuring it would be a good idea to know ahead of time.&nbsp; He hoped it wasn't anything too rough.&nbsp; Some of his clients liked to get pretty rough sometimes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: His new sugar dady</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 13:17:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Aren't you the cheap, little slut," the man chuckled, thinking how a boy like this could get away with giving a quickie in the car for 50 bucks. Either Aaron had heard from one of the other boys that that was the going rate...it was if you didn't have 'It' anymore, or maybe 50 was what his mom was charging for her worn out snatch. This pretty thing had to learn to start high.<br><br>&nbsp; "You need a couple daddies, or you're going to be fucked out before you make any money," Paul said, reaching over and taking a possessive squeeze of the teenager's thigh thru his cargo jeans. <br><br>&nbsp; "Tell you what, buttercup. I'll give you 500 for the night, for everything. What do you say?" The man asked with a smile, briefly wondering if the boy and his mom would ever sell themselves as a pair.
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