After college I was living in the city as a full fledge adult for the first time, and a rich zaddy type picked me up at my job as a waiter. I had had a few boyfriends before, but my inexperience was obviously of interest to him. From the start he had a way of putting me in his spotlight that made me sweat. I craved his attention terribly when we weren't together, and spent almost all my time at his apartment.

He took such a luxurious amount of time opening me up sexually, which was really lovely. The first few weeks together he treated me like a virgin, edging me and learning to make me come reliably. Once he had that level of control over me, he introduced me to edging and started to keep me in a sort of constant slutty buzz. His cock was sooo nice, just straight and warm and thick. Very proportional, but big. Way bigger than I had ever taken before, and he knew he had to train me slowly. As he started to fuck me deeper, he bumped into my IUD a few times, which was obviously no good...but honestly kind of hot. It made me feel tiny and dainty, and backed up my claims that I couldn't possibly take his huge cock.

One afternoon he was playing with my pussy on the couch, stroking my clit to an impressive hardness, when he addressed the issue. He told me that he had a vascetomy, and answered my questions. We had already been fucking raw, since the slow timeline had allowed time for testing. He explained that I should have my IUD taken out since it was unnecessary for birth control with him. He assured me that I was free to do what I pleased, but that he wasn't going to fuck my pussy again until I made it empty for him. He told me that instead he'd focus on my clit (my fav) and start training my asshole and my throat.

I was in such a sweet sleepy submissive state and the news put me on edge instantly. I remember he was sweetly kissing me and pawing at my swollen clit, and then slide his fingers down my puffy pussy lips. He swept over my soft wet kitty, and I was confused until I realized he was squeezing my wetness down onto my ass cheeks. Later that night he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole for the first time, and forced me to come in that position. I was so insanely turned on from the control and he was so happy to spoil and train me.

It took a few more weeks for him to convince me, stoking a intensely kinky fire around how hot it would be when I was a fertile little house nymph for him. It felt so taboo, but also so safe. He worked considerably on my deep throating, often reminding me about how I had brought it on myself. He'd keep a thumb in my asshole while watching TV and teasing my clit with his other fingers, feeding me his balls and admiring how wet my desperate pussy was for him. He treated my pussy as a lube dispenser, and I was constantly wet for him.

Eventually things reach full sugarbaby status, and I agreed to the deal with a lot of proof and a substantial gift. He was so gentle and respectful at first, but after a few weeks of pampering, he started to work towards the goal of truly railing my plump natural pussy. Eventually he'd creampie me as a matter of routine, often dp'ing me with a butt plug. The language was often about how my hour glass figure and gorgeous full bust was clearly meant to be bred, and how my fat pussy was so good at holding in his seed. Sometimes he'd fuck my ass when I was most fertile, pretending that he needed to make sure I didn't get pregnant since I was a sweet and vulnerable slut. To this day guys with vascetomies hold a special control over me that makes me want to take them raw. It's a little confusing and goofy, but fuck was it hot at the time. Thank you :)