Sugar Babe Experience- Part 2

The sexy young thing walking out of Eric’s salon caught my attention. She was perfect from head to toe, with her neck length wolf cut, to her pedicured toenails and that yellow cami with spaghetti straps. I tried to control my erection as she walked straight towards me.

My Land Rover was parked on the street, right outside the salon, so that she could be headed anywhere. I adjusted my jeans to accommodate the bulge in my pants.

My jaw dropped as she walked straight to the passenger door. Of course, she was my lovely sugar baby – Bakul. Hurriedly, I kept the coffee cup in the cupholder and unlocked the door. Bakul greeted me in her gleeful manner:

Bakul: Baybee! Say you like my haircut. Eric said, “It’s the in thing.”

Nik: I love it, babe.

She continued as I ran my fingers through her dirty blonde streaks. It felt like pure silk, with a short back and sides. Her earrings hung below the jaw, making her look more mature than her real age (21). The faded blue jeans followed her curvaceous booty closely, showing off a yummy 36-28-36 figure.

She had put on a teeny bit of weight since last year due to staying indoors. I’d changed too. Looking at my flat abs and 5’10” height, no one could tell that I’d outgrown my jeans by one size, let alone the fact that I looked 10 years younger than I was.

Bakul: I tipped the barber 10 bucks.

Nik: Good girl!

I drove straight to her condo with sex on my mind. Bakul’s C cup breasts invited me to suck her sweet tits. Extending my hand from the gear lever, I ruffled the choppy strands on her neck. She had an innate knack for making my dick rise.

I could not see any bra straps between the spaghetti strings. It meant only one thing: the bra was built into the tank top. Not that her firm boobs needed any support. My cock was steadily growing with these thoughts when she announced.

Bakul: You know I have dropped summer courses.

Nik: Ya, babe.

Bakul: They’re offering those in the winter semester.

Nik: Oh, so you’re planning to graduate in December next year.

She had dropped studies during the April-to-August term to get her driver’s license. I suspected that the real reason was to extend our sexual relationship. She needed a cock inside her pussy every night. I’d slept with her last night, only to find her missing this morning.

Thankfully, she’d left me a note to pick her up after the haircut. Last night that blonde hair was in a ponytail with a small bun beyond the rubber band. I collected the hair on her neck and tried to make a small ponytail, but it didn’t stay put.

It wasn’t possible to style a ponytail out of the remaining hair. Her new hairstyle was like a short stacked bob with lots of movement and a pronounced slope from nape to the chin. We found a bubble-wrapped envelope from Shein at the flat door. Picking up the package, I told Bakul about it:

Nik: Baby, there’s something for you.

Bakul: that must be the miniskirt I ordered.

After saying that, she went straight to the bathroom with the package. I assumed she wanted to try it on for size, but she had other plans. She came out in the pleated miniskirt and straddled my right thigh. Taken by surprise, I held her pretty face in my hands and kissed her pouting lips.

Bakul was showing off her long legs in the chequered miniskirt that barely reached up to mid-thigh. Its flat waistband covered her belly button while the frilly pleats covered her cunt.

Bakul started mastrubating. Her short bobbed hair was bouncing with every jerk. She tried to tuck her side bangs behind her ears, but they wouldn’t stay put. I noticed she was not wearing anything underneath the skirt, probably expecting a fuck.

I took my time and stroked her smooth bottom. She kissed me with pale lips, contrasting with her ombré roots and mainly her dark brows. She batted her long eyelashes as if inviting me to do her.

She buried my face in her chest, almost smothering me with her soft jugs. I supported her head by holding her sloping bob behind the ears. She took off her cami, exposing her top half.

I had to take a deep breath before putting my mouth to her breast. She had a snail tattooed on her left rib cage. When I raised my eyebrows, “It healed while you were in India,” she explained.

Bakul: What’s my Christmas gift?

Nik: You tell me.

Bakul: So I met this new escort in the club…

Nik: Ok, call her.

In an hour or so, there was a knock on the door. Bakul introduced me to Sara, from Bali. My long-standing wish was to see a girl-on-girl action, and Bakul had unknowingly fulfilled it.

Sara was sexy as hell with mid-waist-long hair with curtain bangs. Her skin was yellowish golden with no wrinkles anywhere. Apart from reSaraar single piercings in her earlobes, she had a stud in her tongue. We all had a drink to warm up.

While Sara talked with my sugar babe, I noticed that Sara was quite tall. In fact, she was rubbing her shoulders with Bakul (5’6”). Her figure was slightly slimmer than Bakul, but the bust was obviously enhanced to a D cup.

Her eyes were black and with lots of kajal to look dramatic. She caught my hand when I tried to adjust my dick and did it for me.

Meanwhile, Bakul was turned on and turned the escort towards herself to hug her. Sara stood closer than expected, and the hug turned into a full embrace. Bakul ran her fingers through Sara’s straight, silky hair and started kissing her lips.

I had a tent in my pants watching them, and I was no longer trying to hide it. Sara rubbed my erection gently and pulled me in for a group hug. It felt heavenly, holding their soft bodies and feeling their silky hair on my cheeks.

Bakul suddenly bent down to give me head. At the same time, Sara kissed me, with my tongue tasting her tongue stud. I was undecided on where to focus, on the smooch with Sara, or on the splendid blowjob that Bakul was giving me.

After a few seconds, though, Bakul stopped sucking my cock, afraid that I couldn’t hold my cum much longer. She stood up and, throwing her leg over the and, swiftly inserted my cock into her shaven cunt. Sara left my face just in time to suckle at Bakul’s perky tits.

I held both of Sara’s boobs in my hands for balance and smooched Bakul passionately. When Sara turned around and removed her shirt, I noticed a full sleeve multicolored tattoo on her right arm. I felt my semen collecting at the base of my cock before my balls started pumping it out in spurts.

I tried to press the base of my shaft to give Bakul cumshots in her mouth but ended up putting cum on her hair and her chin. I was spent and left the girls to get some water. Bakul and Sara were busy kissing and scissoring when I came back.

Sara’s smooth thigh was expertly fiddling with Bakul’s cunt lips while Bakul stimulated Sara’s pussy under her micro shorts. I started losing interest when Sara took out a party piece from her purse. It was a strap-on with protrusions on both sides.

Bakul went down on Sara and licked all around her landing strip to lubricate the love hole. Sara inserted her side into her cunt before tying the strap-on and pushing the other end into Bakul’s love hole. The strap-on was 5 inches long on each side and curved like an actual penis.

Sara drilled Bakul for a good 6 minutes before Bakul started panting. Sara kept stroking Bakul to help her reach climax. Watching Bakul’s expression with her cheeks covered by short strands of hair and eyes half-closed, my dick hard again.

Before I could start masturbating, Sara caught me and started wringing my cock. Before long, I kissed Bakul on her neck and played with her tits. Bakul climaxed with loud moans and dropped onto the sofa.

Sara took off the rubber strap-on and put my cock into her cunt without wasting time. I held on to her cricket ball-sized boobs and buried my face in her neck. Nothing like an old-fashioned fuck, I thought and pumped her incessantly for 2 minutes.

The feel of silky hair made me cum in no time. It was difficult to tell when Sara had her orgasm if it was real. If she faked it, she did it well. I paid Sara and tipped her handsomely. She got dressed fast and kissed me and Bakul goodbye.

Bakul joined me in the bed for a midday nap. Just before turning off the lights, she had something to say:

Bakul: That was fun. We should do it more often.