Sugar Daddy

Mia leaned a little closer to Sarah, her full lips just a few inches from Sarah’s ear. The heavy, sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the smell of expensive **** and warm skin.

“So… I have a sugar daddy,” Mia said quietly, almost casually, as if she were talking about the weather. “A really rich guy. He pays for everything. Rent, clothes, travel, credit card… everything.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. She pulled her head back, her face a mixture of disgust and incredulous amazement. “You… you’re letting yourself be supported? By a stranger? That’s… that’s totally humiliating!”

Mia laughed softly, warmly, and relaxed. She placed a hand on Sarah’s knee, her long fingernails brushing very lightly over the bare skin beneath the hem of the red dress.

“No, no, sweetie, it’s not that bad. It was really hard at first, sure. You have to let yourself be found, put yourself out there, create the right profiles… but once you’ve got a good one? Then it’s actually just awesome.” She smiled seductively. “Today, for example, I get to party here as much as I want. The only thing he wants is a little photo of me having fun. Maybe… making out with another woman. That turns him on. And he pays really well for it.”

As she said this, Mia looked deep into Sarah’s eyes. Her gaze was dark, hungry, knowing. The strobe lights reflected in her pupils. Sarah’s breathing grew shallower. The **** had already flushed her cheeks pink, making her thoughts light and fuzzy.

Oh God… why is she looking at me like that?, Sarah thought. That’s sick… isn’t it? But… she looks so happy doing it…

The seconds stretched out. Thirty long, pulsing seconds in which neither of them looked away. Then Sarah’s full, red lips parted ever so slightly—an ****, telltale sign.

Mia seized the moment immediately.

She leaned forward and pressed her soft, warm lips against Sarah’s. The kiss began slowly, almost tenderly. Mia tasted of a sweet cocktail and something darker, forbidden. Her tongue slid cautiously between Sarah’s lips, caressing hers, playing with it.

An electric spark shot through Sarah’s entire body.

It began in her lips, spread rapidly down her neck, and flowed hotly into her chest. Her nipples suddenly became rock-hard, pressing painfully clearly through the thin fabric of her red dress. A soft moan escaped her into Mia’s mouth. The spark raced on, burned across her stomach, tightened her abdomen, and then exploded right between her legs. Her clit suddenly throbbed like crazy. A warm, telltale surge of moisture soaked her panties. The longer the kiss lasted, the wetter she got. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, but that only made it worse.

Mia kissed her deeper, more greedily, gently sucking on her lower lip, letting her tongue dance. Sarah’s hands unconsciously clawed at Mia’s short dress.

When they finally pulled apart, both their lips glistened with moisture. A thin thread of saliva still connected them for a moment.

Mia laughed softly, hoarsely, and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

“Fuck… I didn’t take a single photo,” she whispered, pulling out her phone. Her eyes sparkled with desire. “Can I kiss you again? Really wild? Just for a few photos and a short video? Then I’ll get 500 euros from him right away—that would cover half the cost of our night out here.”

Sarah’s heart was racing. Her nipples ached with arousal, and her pussy was now really wet. The **** and that incredible kiss had almost completely burned away her shame.

This is crazy… I barely know her… but… it feels so good…, she thought, her cheeks flushed.

“Yeah… okay,” she whispered with a trembling voice.

Mia grinned triumphantly. She placed a hand on the back of Sarah’s neck, pulled her hard toward her, and this time the kiss was immediately wild and hungry. Tongues licked greedily over each other, sucking, biting gently. Mia moaned softly into Sarah’s mouth while holding her phone with her other hand and snapping several photos—then she started the video.

Their tongues were literally fucking each other. Wet, smacking sounds mingled with the loud music. Sarah’s hands slid over Mia’s waist, feeling the zipper of her dress. Her own pussy pulsed with every stroke of the tongue; the wetness was already running slightly down the inside of her thigh.

Mia filmed everything. The greedy kisses, how Sarah pressed herself against her, how her hard nipples poked through the fabric.

When they broke apart, they were both panting. Mia’s lips were swollen and glistening.

“Good girl,” she whispered, stroking Sarah’s flushed cheek. “He’s going to love this… and so will you, won’t you?”

She looked deep into Sarah’s eyes as her fingers brushed ever so lightly over Sarah’s hard nipple—just a tiny, agonizing touch.