As a Sugar Baby, My Job Was to Inflate Male Egos
By: Mysterious Witt
Tags: Sex, Sexuality, Sex Work, Relationships, Dating

Robert showed me around his garage. It was spotless, the perfect home for his collection of mint-condition Harleys. The five motorcycles he owned were shiny and beautiful, and Robert brought me there exactly because he wanted me to ooh and aah over them.

He’d had me oohing and aahing over a lot of things that night. He’d already bragged about all the real estate he owned. He’d shared the number of women he’d been with from the sugar-dating website we met on. The girls all loved him for his money and his lovemaking skills. They were constantly calling him for dates but tonight he was with me.

Did I feel special? Oh yes, I did. I didn’t respond facetiously. He was paying me — I was grateful for that. Besides, the guy was pushing seventy. He was forty years older than me. Let him gloat. Did it cost me anything? No, I was earning money from this experience.

$500 to be exact.

“They’re gorgeous,” I said of his motorcycles. They were but I also viewed this as part of my job as a sugar baby. I was there to be impressed. I was there to validate my date’s ego.

During my time as a paid girlfriend, I did a lot of just that. Besides Robert, I began to date a man named Bill. He couldn’t get an erection. My job was to make him feel like he was still a man. Yes, I enjoyed the sex but I also exaggerated the pleasure he gave me. That was my job — to make him feel good emotionally.

I was to spotlight his strengths and downplay his weaknesses. My job was to celebrate his manhood.

I also became the arm candy for another man. Alan admitted he was in a sexless marriage. He was a wealthy lawyer who wasted no time in telling me he was an alpha.

“I’m a really powerful guy,” he said.

“I believe it,” I responded.

Sure, Alan also had a nebbishy quality to him. His clothes were often wrinkled and he was balding but tried to pretend he wasn’t by pomading his side-of-head hair over the top of his scalp — but my job was to focus on the positives. I was to spotlight his strengths and downplay his weaknesses. My job was to celebrate his manhood.

That meant inflating his ego.

I also went out with a man named Tony. He said the whole idea was to be seen with me. Tony took me to the restaurant he went to with all his sugar babies.

The waiter knew I was a working girl. We made eye contact and he winked. Tony couldn’t keep his hands off of me. He kept kissing me in front of the full room of patrons. He wanted everyone to know I was with him.

On my way to the bathroom, another man approached me. “You’re beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “The man you’re with must have a lot of money.”

I smiled coquettishly. Yes, he did. Although I enjoyed our conversations that was the reason I was on the date with Tony. He was fifty years older than me. He had a wife at home.

Another one of my sugar daddies — Aziz — took me out after purchasing a new $100,000 Mercedes. As we sped down the highway with the top down, Aziz made sure I knew the price of the car.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Is it worth it?”

It was one of the nicest cars I’d ever been in. My job was to let him know just that — that he was providing me with an exclusive experience in the presence of an elite gentleman. My recognition of his car legitimized him spending that kind of money. Not only that — it justified his existence.

I felt like I was doing a good deed. Life is not about what you’re capable of doing but what you believe you can.

Later, back at his hotel, Aziz unzipped his trousers. “You like my huge cock?” he asked.

He was less than average size.

“It’s amazing,” I gushed. “Your cock’s almost too big for me.”

It wasn’t but that was why I was there, to make him feel like it was.

My job as a sugar baby wasn’t just to get men off, though I did that, too. My job was to make my sugar daddies feel better about themselves. Whether it was right or wrong that I sometimes lied, I felt like I was doing a good deed. Life is not about what you’re capable of doing but what you believe you can.

That was my purpose — to make these men believe they were all-powerful — that they were still handsome magnets of women. No matter that they were paying me to be there and in essence paying me to say those things. It was still better than seeing a therapist because a therapist would ask them why they needed to hear those words. I just went ahead and said them without question.

Yes, and I also had sex with my sugar daddies. I gave them physical pleasure, but that wasn’t all they wanted out of me.

They wanted emotional assurance. They wanted their masculinity affirmed.