From Red to Green: The Pussy Level Up

Sitting On A Gold Mine

I was fed up with my mother’s complaints that I was neither studying nor giving her money for the rent. She assumed that since I’d just turned 21, it was about time I went to work. But I wasn’t interested in working all day to make a measly 90 dollars. When my friend advised me to find a wealthy sponsor, I decided it wasn’t a stupid idea. Cassie told me that if you find a wealthy guy, you can not only get nice clothes but also earn quite a lot.

The Finesse Formula: A Wealthy Sponsor

That’s why I signed up to be a sugar baby on an erotic portal. After a while, I was inundated with messages from horny guys. But I was shaking my head. I didn’t want my sugar daddy to be a random dude. Especially since I’d be giving him my virginity. Finally, after a few days, I picked a guy. His name was Robert and according to what he said, he was 44 years old, married, and a wealthy sponsor. He was the owner of some businesses, so he did not complain about a lack of money, which was evident in his photos. After a few chats we agreed on a date, the meeting location, and how it should be carried out.

“Zero dates, baby. I just want to cum in your little pussy,” was one of his messages. I agreed with it. After all, it was just supposed to be sex, not a romantic relationship.

Soon, I was sitting on the bed in a hotel room he had rented. I waited for Robert, feeling more and more stage fright, although I had no idea why. After all, sex was not difficult, right? He puts it in, and takes it out. I didn’t understand why there was so much fuss about the first time.

Finally, there was a knock, and after a short pause, the door opened. There was an elegantly dressed blonde gentleman in front of me with an ironic smirk on his lips. He looked me up and down and slowly closed the door. He walked over to me with a graceful motion and grabbed my chin, lifting my head up. I didn’t have time to speak before I felt his lips on me. Okay, my wealthy sponsor was straight to the point.

A Wealthy Sponsor: From Rags to Rodeo

I shyly returned his kiss, but he attacked me with his tongue. I opened my mouth wider and let him in. His hands began to run over my neck, and finally one of them gripped my chest tightly. I wanted to hiss, but the tongue in my mouth prevented it from happening.

Robert then broke away from me and threw off his jacket. He started to unbutton his shirt and looked at me. “What are you waiting for?” he growled. I hastily obeyed. Robert stood naked in front of me, aiming his taut cock at my mouth. “Suck it,” ordered my wealthy sponsor.

I obediently took it in my mouth and sucked it. Fortunately, I already had experience with blowjobs. For a second, I wanted to make him ejaculate like that, hoping it might be enough for him, but he saw through me and quickly backed off. He pushed me onto the bed and his knee parted my legs. His fingers broke into my pussy, and I felt pain and a shiver of excitement at the same time.

Romancing the Rich & Fucking Up

“Good, young bitch. I’m going to fuck you until you squeal,” he growled, tearing me apart with his fingers. Eventually, he withdrew them and settled himself between my legs. Before I could protest, my wealthy sponsor broke into my virgin pussy. The pain was amazing, I felt tears running down my cheeks. But my sugar daddy didn’t care. He made long, hard thrusts, increasing his pace every moment. To my surprise, I began to feel an approaching orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” he hissed, pounding me even faster. “I’m going to fill your little pussy to the brim.” I felt how it turned him on. Finally, I felt his cock pulse inside me, spreading an unfamiliar warmth in my pussy. Robert fell on me with his entire weight. We lay still for a few minutes. I tried not to feel disappointed, but the burning pain in my pussy prevented it. Finally, my wealthy sponsor got up, dressed, and reached into his wallet. He took 50 hundred dollar bills out of it and tossed them on the bed. “There’s more where that came from,” he said as he walked out the door.

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