Sugar Babe Experience

Bakul is from a well to do family, but she still needs pampering in a foreign land. Plus, why would she settle for a poor student life when she could have all the luxuries that she enjoyed back home?

Wow! She’s tall, I thought, loading her bags into my Land Rover. I was wearing my Armani jeans and a suit jacket, looking like the 40-year-old married playboy. My sugar babe was adjusting the passenger seat for her long legs, taking out her designer sunglasses to wear.

My jeans were already tight at the crotch, and I adjusted my dick while going around the car to my driver’s seat. Bakul was far more pretty in real life compared to our earlier Snapchat.

Her full red lips and smooth golden complexion were tempting me, but I had to take it easy for now. She had dark hair in a shoulder-length blunt cut. Stats were 5’7″, 34-27-36, a pear-shaped butt in skinny jeans showing off her youth of 20 years.

Bakul slept the entire weekend to get out of jet lag. She had time, it was only the beginning of August, and her MS was going to start in September. She started settling into the apartment I’d signed up for her. It was an expensive condominium, unlike other student apartments.

But she was no regular student. Through my channels in Kolkata, I found her to maintain her as my sugar babe for the next two years. On the third day, we did some shopping, had pizza, and slept off in the same bed, exhausted. The next morning she was handing me coffee, and we started talking.

Bakul: So what’s on your mind.

Me: Call me Nik, we’ll stay together off and on, you know.

Bakul: It’s my first time, ok, be good to me.

Me: Me too, but remember the contract? You need to ask.

Bakul just smiled. I could see her cleavage through the loose top. Honestly, If she’d asked, I would’ve held her hair and fucked her then and there, till our eyeballs hurt. But as per our mutual agreement, I had to wait till invited by her.

I took a shower while she was brushing.  She was definitely checking me out. I had flat abs and looked fairly good with my 6ft height, clean shaved, with only slightly greying hair. She handed me a towel, not even trying to shy away from my 6-inch uncut cock that stood up in the full monty.

I noticed she’d removed her nose pin and replaced it with a suggestive open ring.

I’m not a day drinker, but trying to change the mood, I made a gin and tonic for myself. Bakul came and sat on the sofa arm and sipped my drink provocatively. Stealing glances and smiling shyly as I flipped channels on TV. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a sweet voice, “Kiss me.”

Now her slender arm was around my neck. I could smell the fresh floral scent of her hair and the creamy odor of her waxed baby-like skin. I pulled her long legs and let her ass drop into my lap. She was surprisingly light for a tall girl. We kissed madly, almost like lovers.

If she had any issue with me as her Sugar Daddy, she was hiding it really well. I felt around her midriff and waist, discovering a stud in her pierced belly button. I was about to explore inside her jeans, but she got up.

Bakul: Can we go to a beauty parlor?

Me: It’s called a salon here.

Bakul: Yes, I’m thinking of changing my hairstyle, is it ok?

Me: You don’t need my permission, sweetie.

So we set off to the nearest mall. Bakul went to the salon while I shopped for a while. When I came back, I saw a chick with a short crop haircut and big brown eyes.

Bakul: What do you think, hero?

Me: Sexy! And suits your face.

Bakul: My bf wouldn’t agree.

Me: No choice now.

Holding her narrow waist with one hand and ruffling her inch long, spiky hair with the other, I kissed her. Our tongues met again, and we were lost. I didn’t realize she was hanging on tiptoes till we broke off. I slapped her ass in the parking as she bent to get inside. She shrieked, and we both laughed. The mood was set.

We reached home and stripped desperately. I sucked her small tits to make them hard, checking for her bush in her panty. There was no bush. Her pussy was bald and freshly reshaved this morning. Wow, girl wants me to go down, I thought.

Me: Ask me.

Bakul: Do it slowly.

Me: Do what?

Bakul: Suck my cunt and fuck me.

I bent down and put my tongue between her lips, fingering her hood with my middle finger. She took deep breaths, holding my head like a prize. Satisfied with its wetness, I gave my semi-erect cock in her hand. Her eyes grew bigger, questioning.

In a second, she was down sucking on it like a lollipop and looking up into my eyes. I couldn’t pull her hair as I’d planned last time. There wasn’t enough to hold. Her long single pearl earrings were dangling freely as I held her face with my palms and rubbed her soft ears with my thumbs.

She was warmed up and ready, oozing from her cunt for a fuck. I tried to mount her in one go. But no luck. She was too tight. I bent her on the side of our couch and tried doggy style. Still only halfway through.

Me: What is it?

Bakul: First time!

Me: Shit, too late

I couldn’t take it slow now. I just slapped her ass cheeks hard to make them hot, distracting her for a crucial 3 seconds. Then a hard push. We both felt it. The hot virgin’s cherry was popped! Holding her narrow waist, I kept fucking in doggy style.

At first, she was in slight pain, then rocked herself back and forth to match my movement. I was stroking her from behind. Finally, going into an uncontrollable orgasm and dropped face down into the sofa.

I picked her up and turned her around, spreading her long legs wider than she’d ever opened before. I got between her thighs and mounted in missionary style. She buried her face in my shoulder, and it felt like she was biting my neck. I didn’t bother and kept fucking.

She squirmed and shivered, indicating another stormy orgasm. This time I let go and released my cum freely, stroking slowly as it filled up her young vagina. I pulled out halfway to let her see the cum, dropping some on her face and lips.

She licked without hesitation, sucking me dry without only slight encouragement. The deed was done, our contract set in stone, I would be her sugar daddy till college finished.