Fucking a Sugar Daddy

My one night stand with an Older handsome guy

The Nightclub Encounter

I stepped into the dimly lit nightclub, my heart already racing with anticipation. The thumping bass reverberated through my body as I made my way to the bar, my stilettos clicking on the wooden floor. It was a Friday night in Bengaluru and I was ready to blow off some steam after a long week of coding and meetings at the tech startup I worked for.

I slid onto a barstool, the tight red dress riding up my thighs. I'd purposefully worn it sans underwear, feeling naughty and a little dangerous. The bartender, a cute guy with a scruff of a beard, caught my eye and sauntered over. "What can I get for you, gorgeous?" he asked with a wink.

"A vodka sprite," I replied, leaning forward to give him a glimpse of my ample cleavage straining against the low-cut top of my dress.

As he mixed my drink, I scanned the crowded club, my dark eyes searching for a hookup. I had a reputation as a free spirit, never shy about taking what I wanted. And tonight, what I wanted was a hot, hard, good fucking.

"Looks like you could use some company," a deep voice rumbled in my ear. I turned to find an older man standing beside me, a distinguished look about him with his tailored suit and salt-and-pepper hair. But it was his eyes that really drew me in - sharp grey, assessing me like a predator sizing up his prey. "I'm Rakesh," he said, holding out a tumbler of amber liquid. "Srinivas Rao."

I took the proffered drink, my fingers brushing his. "Swati," I replied, downing half the whiskey in one go. "And thank you."

We clinked glasses, Rakesh's eyes darkening with lust as they roamed over my body. The dress was even skimpier from this angle, the sides barely covering my ass. I shifted on the stool, widening my legs just a bit.

"Good to meet you, Swati," he practically purred. "Care to dance?"

I drained the rest of my drink and slipped off the stool, making sure he got an eyeful of my lack of underwear. "Lead the way."

We navigated through the pulsing crowd to the dance floor, Rakesh's hand burning a brand on the small of my back. As we moved to the beat, he pulled me flush against him and I could feel the thick ridge of his erection through his slacks. I ground along it shamelessly.

"You're playing with fire, little girl," Rakesh growled in my ear. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits and ass possessively. I moaned, my panties absolutely drenched.

"I want you to fuck me," I gasped, my eyes locking onto his. "Now."

Without a word, Rakesh grabbed my hand and dragged me off the dance floor, through the club and out a side door into the parking lot. He backed me up against his luxury sedan, his mouth descending on mine in a bruising kiss. I opened for him and his tongue plunged in, stroking along mine.

"Fuck, I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," Rakesh said, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy."

He hiked up my dress and I wrapped my legs around his waist, the cool night air on my soaked folds. Rakesh fumbled with his zipper, freeing his huge cock. Then he was inside me with one hard thrust and I saw stars, my inner muscles clenching around his thick length.

"God, you're tight," Rakesh grunted, starting to move. He pounded into me, grunting and moaning as he fucked me hard against the side of his car. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core until I couldn't take it any more. "Fuck, I'm coming!" I cried, my pussy spasming around him.

He followed right after, spurting stream after stream of hot cum deep inside me. We stayed locked together, panting, until Rakesh finally softened and slipped out of me.

"As much as I'd like to take you home and fuck that pretty little cunt all night," he said, tucking himself back in his pants, "I think you've earned a proper bed for round two."

"Your place?" I asked hopefully, smoothing down my dress.

Rakesh smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "Too far. I have a suite at the Sapphire Suites just down the road. Come on."

I took his hand and followed him to his car, my hormones still raging. Rakesh beckoned to his driver waiting beside a Mercedes SUV. "Take her to the Sapphire Suites," he ordered.

As the driver took the wheel, Rakesh and I made out like horny teenagers in the backseat, his hands mapping every inch of my body. I could already feel myself getting wet again, craving more of his thick cock.

We arrived at the posh hotel and Rakesh led me straight to the elevator, pressing me against the wall as the doors closed. His mouth was hot on my neck and I was panting by the time we reached the 20th floor.

"Wait until you see the view from the bedroom," he said as he unlocked the door to an opulent suite.

I stepped inside, momentarily distracted by the gilded appointments and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city below. But my attention was soon riveted to the enormous four-poster bed dominating the room.

"I think you mentioned something about a proper fucking?" I prompted, slowly unzipping my dress.

Rakesh's eyes flared as the scrap of red fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me bare. "God, you're a sight to behold," he breathed. "Come here, you naughty minx."

I sauntered over to him, letting him drink in the sight of my full, heavy tits and wide, womanly hips. His hands were like brands as he mapped my curves, his mouth finding my own in a searing kiss. Then he was walking me backwards towards the bed, never breaking our liplock.

We tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, Rakesh's hands everywhere at once. He kissed and licked and nipped every inch of my dark skin, praising my beauty until I was squirming with need. By the time he reached my dripping core, I was desperate, my body burning with lust.

"Please," I gasped as he parted my swollen folds. "I need you in me."

Rakesh groaned, his cock nudging at my entrance. Then he was inside me with one hard thrust, stretching me wide around his thick girth. A keening moan left my throat at the exquisite sensation of him filling me up.

He began to move, that delicious friction building the ache inside me higher and higher with each stroke. Rakesh pounded into my clenching heat, grunting and growling his pleasure against my neck. I wrapped my legs around him, using the leverage to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted. "Such a good little cocksleeve for me."

"Yes," I hissed, my nails raking down his back. "Don't stop, I'm so fucking close!"

He angled his hips to hit that spot inside me that made me see stars and I shattered, my spasming walls milking his cock. Rakesh followed moments later, flooding my channel with his seed.

We collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap, basking in the afterglow. As my eyes drifted shut, I smiled to myself. It had been a thoroughly satisfying shag. And if Rakesh's roaming hands were anything to go by, he wasn't done with me yet.

Let the games begin, I thought sleepily. I was going to enjoy every minute of this one-night stand.