A Sugar Mommy

Hey there, I apologize for keeping you waiting for this long. I was really busy with a lot of work centred on me. Thank you for your patience and support.

This is a tale about how I went to a bar alone to relieve stress from work. I desperately wanted to fuck someone because it had been a dry spell for several months.

I went to a pub in Koramangala, but I cannot publish the name online. I got a couple of drinks and sat alone, watching everyone around me. I sipped one after the other. I continued staring over the girls around me; most of them were with their partners. I couldn’t spot any single-celled girl.

It was about 10 p.m. I had almost given up hope of getting laid that night. I began sipping my spirits quicker and faster. Even though I had no hopes, I couldn’t stop staring at the girls. Who wouldn’t when they were flaunting their curves and cleavage?

I caressed every hot chick around with my eyes till I noticed a beautiful lady sitting alone on the opposite end of the counter where I was sitting. Fuck! How had I missed her? For how long has she been there?

I cleared my mind and marched towards her, quietly settling alongside her; she was in a state of oblivion. After pleasing my eyes with the way she looked for a few seconds, I had a good look at her curves. She appeared to be in her early thirties and was in good shape.

She had straight hair that reached her mid-back and was tied in a ponytail. Flawless skin that was neither dark nor overly white, sharp eyes, curved lips, and a lovely and sensual face. She had just the correct 34D boobs to grab onto. I could already imagine her moaning my name and asking me to fuck her holes.

After a minute of being buried in my thoughts, I snapped out of it and returned to reality to begin my job. As I was ready to speak, I cleared my throat, notifying her of the presence of another person near her. As soon as she turned to look at me, I extended my hand to greet her.

Me: Hey! I am Rahul.

Surprisingly, she did not appear hesitant or unsure of what to do, which was unusual for a woman. She quickly shook my hand firmly.

Her: Hi! I am Aadhya.

Her boldness and openness took me aback. I instantly pressed and brushed her palm softly for a few seconds, complimenting how beautiful she looked.

Me: You appeared to be immersed in your thoughts. I hope it doesn’t annoy you that I ask whether everything is well.

Aadhya: Ugh, ignore. Typical family conflicts and work issues. Forget about me; how are you, little boy?

Me: Little boy? That makes you sound too old for your amazing body.

I said, staring at her cleavage and boobs. I wanted to squeeze them right then but was holding back to avoid being a creep. She saw that I was intrigued by her boobs, so she looked down at her cleavage and turned towards me with a smile, saying –

Aadhya: Trust me, you don’t want to know my age right now.

We both realized that we had already consumed enough booze and were only a few sips away from reaching par.

Me: I wouldn’t care about your age. I doubt anyone else here would, either. You have what every guy here needs. (said with a wink and a grin).

Aadhya: Uh-huh! Little man is becoming more honest. Do you want me to buy you a drink?

I was astonished and shocked.

Me: WTF! It shouldn’t be like this. I’ve never seen this in a movie — and the last time a girl offered me a drink, it was… never — Did I already exceed my limits? What am I dreaming about?

She laughed, saying, “Poor you!” and ordered two shots of vodka, turning to the bartender. He almost instantly handed her what she asked for. We devoured while laughing and looking at each other.

I skipped to mention that she was wearing a red sleeveless V-neck mop dress that completely exposed her left leg. I saw her exposed thigh before I sat next to her and on her left side.

After placing the shot glass on the table, I chuckled and placed my hands on her naked thigh. Her giggle faded. I wondered whether I’d made things awkward for her. I withdrew my hand away from her but in a teasing way, brushing my entire palm across her leg.

After I took my hands, she looked at me, smiled for a few seconds, noticed my confusion, and then laughed. She then instructed the bartender to repeat the same shots. I gladly accepted and gulped swiftly again.

At this time, I had hit the wall, and I was not in the mood to go slow from here. I grabbed her hands and said –

Me: Can we dance? Even if I don’t know how.

She grinned and gleefully accepted, leading the way to the dance floor while I clutched her hand like a baby. We had almost reached the centre of the floor. She began moving and dancing around me, and my motions were rigid as a dumb idiot.

She was continually telling me how to move. But I was more interested in feeling her shapes over her clothes, feeling her bare thighs, and enjoying her. She wasn’t hesitant about anything I did. After a time, she got into a position where she was grinding her ass on my groin.

My dick was already really hard at this time, and she could feel it pounding her ass while she was playfully rubbing against it. She was a nasty bitch who never hesitated to do anything. I desperately needed this and got lucky that day.

In my thoughts, I’d already bent her over the bar table, lifted her skirt, and spanked her bare ass. I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her towards me, wrapping my arms around her waist while she faced away from me, her ass rubbing on my erect cock. I brushed her ear with my lips and whispered –

Me: I want to yank up your skirt and see how wet you are for me. I’ve seen enough lust in your gorgeous eyes.

I noticed an electrical surge travelling up her spine. I muttered that in her ear. I actually spoke it loud enough. But because of the music, it nearly seemed like a whisper.

She turned to me and stared into my eyes. Grabbing my hand with a smile, she leads the way to the women’s toilet as swiftly as possible. Avoiding the mob dancing and interfering with our path.

She brought me to one of the bathroom rooms, locked the door behind me, and stared into my eyes again –

Aadhya: Do all that you promised earlier.

As soon as she said this, I turned her around, leaned her over the toilet, and lifted her skirt. She wore a black string thong that exposed her naked ass cheeks. I rubbed my hands over her ass and massaged it for a bit before spanking it as hard as I could.

Holding my hand firmly in place when I struck the smack and pressed it in. She yelled loudly, which sounded like a groan. I didn’t care about our surroundings or where we were. All I wanted to do was slap her clean ass. When I removed my hand from her ass, a deep red stain on my palm was obviously apparent.

I carried out this on both cheeks many times. After an 8-10 minute spanking, her buttocks were covered in crimson slap marks, as if they were about to be torn off. After a final firm smack on her right ass cheek, I stopped spanking her. I flipped her over, forcing her to sit on the commode.

I noticed her eyes sparkling with tears, and her face had gone totally red. She appeared happy, pleased and satisfied. I gripped her chin and faced her up against my face before bending to kiss her. I smashed my mouth into hers. Like previously, she gave me complete access to her mouth.

I moved my hand from her chin to seize her head by her hair in a ponytail and pressed her mouth to mine. My mouth was already filled with her lips. I was thrusting my tongue inside. I was engaged in probing her lips when she took my other hand.

She placed it on her boob and squeezed it, requesting that I play with them. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them firmly enough. If it had been a sponge immersed in water, the squeeze would have removed every drop.

After toying with her boobs over her dress, I put my hands inside from behind, untied her bra, and removed it. It appeared pricey. I rolled it and tossed it in the garbage beside the toilet. She wasn’t too bothered about it.

I proceeded to explore her mouth without leaving any gaps and grabbed her boobs, forcing my hands inside her fabric. I grabbed her nipples, squeezing both of them as my other hand held her head by the hair and pushed her mouth on mine. I could feel her groans and vibrations in my mouth at all times.

After approximately 15-20 minutes of this deed, I eventually released her mouth and stood up. Damn, my back ached, but it was worth it.

With a puppy face, she asked me –

Aadhya: Fuck me! Fuck me, Rahul.

I then grabbed her waist and bent her over the commode. I had some elevation on top for her to grip onto. This time, I bent her farther and gained access to her pussy. I stroked her pussy with two fingers on top of her panty. It was already wet and pouring with cum. She’d already orgasmed several times by now.

I removed her panty, which was wet and dripping with Aadhya’s fluids. I did the same thing I did with her bra. She seemed unconcerned about them despite the fact that they were pricey. She didn’t say anything.

I undid my pants, removed my aching and painful dick, brushed it against her wet folds, and positioned it directly at her entrance. I finally pushed myself all the way in one movement, which fit effortlessly into her pussy. However, each shove caused her to moan and scream.

I fucked her right in that position until I was ready to cum. When I was ready to reach the peak, I pulled it out and rubbed it along her thighs. After a few strokes, I landed on her thighs and requested her to get up after I finished emptying.

After I finished dumping my cum, I buttoned my pants and told Aadhya to rest. She stepped up, took my face in her palms, and kissed my lips softly. While kissing, she attempted to reach the tissue roll to clean my cum on her thighs.

I grabbed her hand and interrupted the kiss. She eventually appeared surprised after all of this. Looking into her eyes, I said —

Me: Do not clean your thighs. I want you to go out and dance with me some more, without a bra or panty, with my cum on your thighs.

Aadhya: What? I’m not dancing with my boobs bouncing around and no panty on me. The dress may slip at any time. And you came on my thighs, which are totally visible in this dress. There is no way I am going out like this.

Me: If you move carefully, nothing will be seen; I came on the inside of your thighs, and no one can see it.

Aadhya: What an interesting and crazy little man! Fine, Will do as you say tonight.

I smiled and exited the restroom. A couple of females noticed me exiting the ladies’ lavatory and did nothing except grin at me. Aadhya followed me with a few seconds delay since she needed to arrange her clothing carefully.

I approached the table and requested that the bartender pour us two vodka shots again. Aadhya emerged and joined me quickly. I could see she was a bit uncomfortable without her bra and panties.

But I could still sense lust in her eyes. She was becoming aroused as her thighs, and pussy felt chilly from my sperm and her previous wetness. After downing a few more shots, I squeezed her thigh and requested her to dance around me again. She grinned as she led me to the dance floor.

She did it again, dancing around me and brushing her ass on my dick. Everything was the same as before, with the exception that she wore no underwear. A single misplaced movement on her part might show her moist pussy or my sperm spots on her thighs.

Although it was not readily apparent in the swirling lights, no one cared enough to look at it. She danced around me for a while, my fingers tracing her lines and thighs the entire time. She placed her face close to my right ear and murmured.

Aadhya: I’m all wet again, and I can feel my juices streaming down my legs. I’m done dancing; would you want to join me at my place?

I cheerfully agreed. She took my hand and led me to her car as if she were managing a child. I, too, followed her like a hungry baby. We got to her car, nestled in as she entered the driver’s seat, and enjoyed a quick, passionate kiss before she began driving.

While she drove, I caressed her thighs and pussy. She drove well despite her constant groaning and screaming as I squeezed her thighs and pussy in between. We arrived at her home after about 30-45 minutes of driving. It was a large, expensive estate that resembled a villa.

However, there was no sign of life in sight. As soon as she parked, we got out, and I grabbed her again, pulling her up on my waist and causing her to lock her legs around me. She felt so light. Maybe it was the adrenaline high, but I loved her on me.

We kissed fiercely and explored each other’s mouths again. I carried her towards the door. We position ourselves to make her open as she remains on my waist. We entered the house and shut the door behind us. She told me to take her to her room and pointed the way. I took her as she requested.

I flung her into her bed as we entered her room. There was a table on which all of her toys were laid. I instantly saw and smiled at her.

Aadhya: It’s all yours to use on me; pick whatever you want.

I immediately scanned the toys and grabbed a pair of cuffs to bind her hands. And kindly asked her to lie down and enjoy each portion. While she lay tied to her bed, her legs open, I took my time playing with each object on her body. A dildo, vibrator, anal plug, beads, kegel balls, a blindfold, and so on.

There were a lot of toys lying about. It was difficult to count how many times she orgasmed, came, or squirted. She was definitely satisfied after going through all of this. We had several rounds of sex and fucked her in every imaginable position that night and the next day.

The next day, she fed me with her own hands, had me sleep on her lap like a baby, and cared for me as a Mom.

This went on for a few months. She would take me shopping and buy me everything I wanted. And let me fuck her countless times before she travelled to the United States for some work.

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Much love,
Rahul