Ramya: Mark is my first sugar daddy

Aria Patel hosts five more clients over the next month. Five more Indian virgins deflowered and ruined for overbearing parents and future wives that will never measure up. They deposit countless loads into Aria's hungry, skilled pussy. Her talented lips coax semen out of small Indian cocks to slither down her quaking throat.

My weekends book fast, and I take clients during the week now, shorter sessions that bring in less money per client but more money per hour.

My next client is booked for Saturday morning, and Claire reaches out Friday to have a drink after work at her place. We are sadly drifting apart. My priorities are work, side hustle, and gym. Combined with her being sad after Tanner and also her disapproval of my life choices (she's my only friend that knows about Aria), we don't see each other often. But after I scolded Tanner in the bar, he made that call. He and Claire are back on track.

Claire is makeup free and braless when I arrive. That look on her still gets me wet. I want to take her to bed and make love to her for hours, but that ship sailed with Tanner and my escort business.

I tell her about Adam. "I want to get laid again. Just for me. It feels good to just relax and let a confident guy take charge and fuck me properly."

I'm scrolling the dating apps. I barely use them anymore. Suddenly Claire yelps and reaches for my phone.

"Stop! Oh my God, that's him. That's Mark. The guy with the weird dick that almost took my virginity."

It's nice to put a face with the name, Mark almost took her virginity the first time when he got the head in, then fucked her properly after I broke her in with a dildo.

"He's cute," I say. "Divorced. Older, right?"

"Thirty. Well, thirty-one now," she says, pointing at the bio data on the app. "If you're looking for a sure thing with no strings, he's your guy. Big dick."

"No thanks," I say and swipe. "I can't get all stretched out like you. I have a business to run that requires pristine tightness."

She grabs my phone from me. "Whatever. You deserve to get laid. Here, let me text him. I know just what to say."

Two hours later I'm naked on Mark's bed. He's no Adam, but he's still handsome and fun. It's a little weird to have walked past pictures of his son, but I have to admit, his bachelor pad is cozy and good for hosting. Nice sheets. Good mood lighting and music. I shudder to think of how many women have already spread their legs on his bed. But I'm not one to talk. I took Claire's advice and drove separately to his place since he's already had too much to drink.

Mark's a good kisser, and I'm primed and ready to go. He doesn't offer protection, and I don't feel like haggling over it.

He pushes, and the head slips in and stops. He grunts and pushes again.

It won't go in.

The head is normal in size and opens me no problem. But he thickens behind it through the mid-shaft from the fillers Claire's told me about. It's artificial girth. But I don't think he's thicker than Demarcus. Why won't it go?

His next push is harder and begins to hurt. "Wait," I groan, and Mark slides his tongue out of my mouth. "It hurts. Do you have lube? I'm very tight."

Mark indeed does have it handy, and he lubes up generously. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Ease it in slow, big boy. I've never had one this big," I lie.

He gets hung up just for a second, I relax my muscles as best I can, then he slides through. The rest of him goes in easily once I'm over the hump.

I gasp as pleasure lights up like crazy from the stretch. I'd forgotten what I'm missing by only fucking small-dick Indians.

Mark chuckles. "You like that, baby?"

"Ooof... yes," I groan.

I love his dick. The unique shape with a hump in the middle weirdly makes it better. The stretch, then the taper off. The delicious feeling as the thickness goes deeper and ripples down my channel. He's not long, so I get solid clit stimulation at the end of his range against his pubic bone. My first orgasm hits within a minute.

He never goes fast. My breasts barely flop at all. Mark is more about control and relying on his dick's size to deliver the pleasure, and it works to perfection. I come two more times over fifteen minutes.

We've been at it a while when he confesses it takes him longer to come.

"That seems like a good problem to have," I joke. "Let me see what I can do."

I focus on Mark's pleasure now, gripping and milking him. His unique shape helps me please him, too. I can clamp my strong pussy muscle down at the front of my vagina after the thicker part of him passes through and give him great stimulation as he slides out.

Mark groans his approval and comes shortly after. He never asks permission to come inside, he just does, and I'm left with messy creampie.

"I can go again after a break if you want to stay," he offers.

"No, thank you," I say and grab his butt as he lays face down on the bed. "I'll be rubbed raw if I let you hit it again. Thank you, Mark, this is just what I needed. I'll show myself out."

Semen soaks through my panties and darkens the front of my jeans by the time I arrive at my apartment. I should feel worse than I do. This was my third one-night stand on top of my escort business, and I'm taking a big risk letting a guy that gets around come inside me like that. I’m just horny and I liked it. That’s the whole truth.

My pussy is sore the next day when my client arrives at the country villa. I feel looser around his smaller cock. It's not a huge difference, but I notice. He won't. I do everything I can to compensate and make sure my virgin client has an amazing experience. He leaves Sunday evening with a smile on his face.

I check the perineometer. Mark's girth robbed me of some tightness. I'm back where I was two sizes ago with the Ben-Wa balls. It takes another day to regain my tight fit.

Mark calls a few days later and asks for a date. "I can't," I say. I explain the whole Indian arranged-marriage thing. Even though I'll probably never get matched now, it's still a convenient excuse and better than admitting I fuck for money. "You were a rare indulgence. It was fun, but I can't have a white boyfriend."

"Who said anything about a boyfriend?" he counters. "We had fun. Let's do it again."

I like his confidence. I decide to tell him part of the truth. "Your dick is too big. I love it, but if I have too much sex with you, I'll be ruined for Indians."

After he gets in a good laugh, he says, "I'll make it worth your while. How about I be your sugar daddy?"

Long silence. I've researched this and am prepared for this question. And I did see signs of wealth in his bachelor pad. Mark has money to burn.

"I shouldn't," I say with fake reluctance. "What are your terms?"

He's smooth, and he sells me. I counter to get a higher rate, but the hard part to nail down is logistics and boundaries. This will be great income, but I have to protect my escort business.

"I already have one client," I admit, a half truth for sure. But my conscience is eased a little. "I have to coordinate this well. I can't have sex with him within 48 hours after you. He will feel the difference if you know what I mean."

"Now that's a good problem for me to have," he jokes.

We hash out the terms. Mark wants weekday visits at his place, so it's perfect. I have to be ready for anal if he wants it. No problems there. My butthole saw plenty of action back when I was protecting my hymen. The catch is I have to stay over and go to work from his place, but he's paying enough to justify that. Strange that he wants the company after. Mark's life as a divorced player might be lonely.

His first payment hits my LLC's bank account, and I visit Mark on a Wednesday as Ramya with an overnight bag. I take two loads in the pussy and go to work the next morning with one in the ass. I have a virgin already booked for the weekend. The two versions of my life are starting to fit together better than they should.