[FM] I got fucked outside next to the pool by my sugar daddy so I could pay my tuition

I got into the University of Georgia (go Dawgs) on a full-ride scholarship. It paid for tuition, room, and board, but on the condition that I kept my GPA above a certain level. Coming out of high school, I didn’t think that would be much of an issue.

Unfortunately, I didn’t understand then how fun college was.

I rushed/joined a sorority and went a little wild my freshman year. Let’s just say I experimented and went looking for new experiences—partied, fucked a lot of guys, etc. I ended up missing quite a few classes, and when grades came out, I realized I was soon going to lose my scholarship.

Going into my Sophomore year, I had to take out a student loan, and I was super stressed about having debt, and squandering my scholarship. I was, ahem, researching ways to make money during college, and—well, I ended up learning all about being a sugar baby. I’ll venture to guess that just about everybody reading this knows what a sugar daddy is—a rich, typically older man, who lavishes gifts on younger women in return for their company. Many people believe, I’m sure, that it’s akin to prostitution, that the girls have to sleep with the guys. I guess it depends on how you look at it—you don’t *have* to do anything you don’t want to. The relationship starts out more as a negotiation than anything else. You let each other know your expectations, wants, and needs.

It took me less than a day to create profiles on the five largest sugar daddy websites. I found several potential “daddies” within the first week. Charles stood out. He was a partner at a large law firm in Atlanta and lived about 45 minutes south of the University. He was very good looking for his age, 55, with long wavy salt and pepper hair. He was just so confident, funny, and seemed to be in control. Charles had just gotten a fourth divorce and had decided that marriage wasn’t for him. Enter sugar daddy lifestyle.

I made it clear that I needed my bills paid for, including tuition, and I also made it clear that I wouldn’t mind getting intimate with a man my father’s age if it got to that.

Our first date was dinner in Atlanta at really swanky restaurant. I got dressed up super extra—little black dress, thigh highs, heels, makeup, hair; the whole she-bang. Charles was just as dashing as he appeared online, and just as funny and confident. I didn’t give it away, but I was quite smitten. I was turning 20 in a couple months, I hadn’t really thought that I could feel that way for an older man.

We kept it pretty PG for the first semester. We went on dates most every weekend, getting to know each other, and I would lightly peck his lips when he would pick me up and drop me off, hold his hand, just spend time with him and be his arm candy. I was actually kind of surprised how slowly he took things; I probably would have fucked him much sooner.

Anyway, fast forward to Spring Break. My friends were going to some small beach town, but Charles invited me to spend the break with him in Spain—he had a client, he said, who offered to lend him his beachside villa. That sounded amazing, and Charles and I had built up a lot of trust over the months, so I took him up on his offer.

Soon I was flying next to my sugar daddy, first class to spend the week with him on a beach in Valencia. The house was gorgeous. Three levels, with an infinity pool on the terrace, private access to a beach, and an ocean view. It was the morning-ish when we arrived and I slept on the plane. Ever the gentleman, Charles showed me to my room, separate from his own and we showered and got ready to go down to the pool. When, I walked onto the terrace by the pool, Charles was already there. It was the first time I had seen him without a shirt on, actually, and oh reader, it was so hot. He was wearing one of those suits that Daniel Craig wore coming out of the ocean in that 007 movie. He wasn’t Daniel Craig, but he looked *good*. The suit was like a second skin it was so tight. I could tell just by looking that Charles had a nice dick—I could see the outline of his shaft and big thick head. I couldn’t keep my eyes of his crotch, and his eyes were all over me.

If he had tried, I would have let him take me right then and there.

For all you visual readers out there, I was wearing a bright hot pink bikini, but not one I would wear around family. Charles had actually bought it for me for the trip, and I knew he was excited to see me in it. It’s very small, and the back is basically a thong. I got a Brazilian wax before flying out since I knew it wouldn’t cover much downstairs.

I made sure Charles enjoyed the view, flipping over, back to front, then back again in my lounge chair. The man had self-restraint. He clearly enjoyed looking at me, but all we did at first was talk–about school, about friends, about his prior marriages. I was heavy flirting, but he remained in control, which I think he liked.

Things progressed when we got in the pool. I couldn’t help but cop a feel underwater, and we just looked at each other, and kissed. No more light pecks, rather full-on French kissing make out session. He tasted like the wine we had been drinking and I’m sure he did too. His hands were all over my ass while we kissed. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me, and I could feel his erection pressing against my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan as it met the heat emanating from within me.

We gradually exited the pool. I could feel his eyes on my ass, the bottom of my wet bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Charles guided me to a day bed on the terrace next to the pool and I laid down on it face down, and I felt my sugar daddy’s hands on my bare skin, massaging my shoulders. I quietly moaned as he squeezed the back of my neck, then went back to my shoulders.

“You’re very good with your hands, Charles,” I hummed as his thumbs massaged down my spine. “God, don’t stop.”

His hands were on my lower back and soon massaging my upper butt, just below my thong bikini bottoms. I moaned in approval, trying to signal that he could go lower. He responded by leaning over me and kissing my shoulder while lowering the thin straps of my bikini top over my shoulders and down my upper arm.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop touching you,” he said.

I felt his hands unhook the clasp of my bikini top and snap it free, and I audibly gasped. He stopped his movements, I think afraid that I would be offended, but I sat up and turned facing him, holding the cups of my top to my breasts, then smiled and let them fall.

I watched as Charles took in my boobs for the first time. They are pretty great, and his reaction was appreciated.

Charles smiled, “Your breasts are exquisite, Lexy.” He reached down to cup them and I let him, maintaining eye contact. His hands were warm and soft, yet firm and powerful. His thumbs found my distended nipples and played with them, eliciting an almost involuntary moan. My tits jiggled slightly with each new movement of his hands.

Charles kissed my neck as he continued to fondle me and whispered how long he had wanted this. One hand wandered down between my legs, lightly caressing over the thin pink cloth—up and down, and then along my inner thighs. I parted my legs to grant better access; I was so wet as I swept my hand through his hair and pulled him in to kiss. Our tongues explored each others’ mouths wildly and I reached out to cup the enormous bulge in my sugar daddy’s trunks.

“Mmmm. I think I’m ready to meet your friend here,” I crooned quietly.

“Well he’s been dying to meet you.”

With that, Charles stood and I hooked my fingers under his waistband and tugged down, several times, until his erection sprung free from its cage.

“Oh my God, Charles,” I began, playing it up. “It’s even bigger than I thought it would be.” In truth, it was bigger than most guys I had been with, and way thicker—I just wanted to make him feel good about it, which he had every reason to. I wrapped one hand around his thick rod and began to gently stroke him there on the day bed.

Charles leaned down to kiss me as I stroked his shaft.

But he suddenly disengaged and pushed me back down onto the daybed. He grabbed me by the thighs and pulled me aggressively so that my ass was on the very edge. Charles knelt between my legs and pushed my knees apart and began to kiss his way up from my inner thighs. I ran my hands through his hair trying without success to brin his lips to my mound. He was enjoying teasing me.

He slipped two fingers under my thong bikini and pulled it to the side. I moaned as his fingers barely grazed over my lips. I watched as he drank in the sight of my pussy for the first time, and helped him by using two fingers to open my lips.

“Fuck, Lexy!”

“Yes, fuck Lexy. But first—” I lifted my hips and pulled his face to my pussy in a perfectly choreographed motion and felt his lips meet my pussy flesh. He licked my slit up and down, back and forth, exploring my pussy like it was a maze; and he was talented. He found my clit and began to flutter his tongue over it rapidly.

My eyes were burning holes into the crown of his head as I watched him flick my clit with a rapid flutter of his tongue.

“Oooohhh shit, Charles! Yessss, eat me, baby, oooohhh yesssss!”

My hips were writhing against his face as he continued to zero in on my clit with the occasional trip lower to explore my folds with his tongue. Every time his tongue slithered into my hole I made sure to grind against him to drive it deeper into me. I loved the slurping sounds and moans he made, vibrating my soaking wet lips. All of the guys I’ve fucked before would have given up trying to make me cum by then, but not Charles.

He moved back to my clit as I fucked his face and inserted a finger inside of me.

“Ffffuuucckk yes, baby.” I swore.

The tempo of his tongue matched the thrust of his finger as it began to massage my special spot. He was going to make me cum. My first time cumming from oral.

“Mmmmmshit….ooohh…yes like that….yes….ohshitohshitohFUCK,” I came on his face right there by the pool, spasming and bucking against his mouth. My orgasm ripped through me from pussy to my eyes rolling back and my toes curling.

Charles backed off when I begged him to, and I slowly recovered, spasming in little aftershocks as I felt his lips leave my pussy.

“Holy….fuck. Charles! Just … oh my God!”

He laughed, almost boisterously, and kissed me. His lips were covered in my juices, and I tasted good, damn it.

“How can I ever repay you,” I teased, getting up and then pushing him on the day bed. He fell on the sea of cushions and pillows, and I climbed on as well. His cock was still hard, and I leaned down to suck the head, making sure to look him in the eyes as my lips vacuumed up his big tip.

I disengaged and said, “I can’t believe we waited this long to do this.” I quickly sucked his cock back into my mouth as deep as it would go.

“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he groaned in pleasure.

My mouth had never been so full of cock before, and I let him know.

“Jesus, your cock is big, Charles. I’ve never had one this thick, I can barely fit it in my mouth!” I came up gasping, then quickly started slurping on the thick tip and down his shaft. I’d sucked plenty of dick Freshman year, but I was never so motivated to bring a man pleasure from it. It was a mix of wanting him to want to keep me as his sugar baby, and also just pride. I wanted to suck his cock better than all of his prior wives.

He was breathing heavy when he stopped me; I think I was about to make him cum.

“Lexy, why don’t you see if it can fit inside that sweet little pussy.”

I stopped and released Charles’ cock from my mouth, then smiled in agreement. I climbed up and straddled my sugar daddy’s thick dick, my bikini bottom still pulled to the side of my pussy.

“You just sit back and enjoy, baby.” I whispered.

I grabbed his cock and sat down on it. I was surprised by how easily his thickness slid into my tunnel. I took every inch. Charles groaned loudly as I sunk down on his cock.

I moved slowly at first, sliding up and down his thick cock with deliberate intent as we kissed on that day bed for all of Valencia to see. I sat up, exposing my tits to the warm Spanish air and continued to impale my pussy with my sugar daddy’s manmeat.

I picked up the pace, but still savoring the stretching his cock was giving my kitty.

Without warning, Charles flipped me over onto my hands and knees, and entered me again from behind. I had a sneaking suspicion that he liked to be in control in bed.

He started slowly just as I had, so I could really feel his cock filling me. Then SMACK, he slapped my ass.

“Who’s your daddy!?”

I would have laughed at any frat guys who tried that line on me, but I don’t know, the confidence, and the fucking. I was willing to say anything—and he technically was my daddy, my sugar daddy.

“Oh fuck! You are, Daddy! You got that good dick, Daddy….mmmm…don’t stop!” I exclaimed, but silently wandered if we anyone was watching me fuck a man my father’s age.

SMACK! He slapped my ass again.

“Good girl,” he groaned, giving me long deep strokes.

“Uuunnffff, yes, Daddy! Give it to me, fuck me harder!”

And he did. His hands gripped my hips as he thrust with ever increasing speed and depth. I could tell he was done being gentle, which I was totally OK with.

Soon the sound of our skin slapping was echoing in across the terrace. I was too sex drunk at this point to care about modesty. Each pumping plunge of daddy’s hips was met with a deep fleshy smacking sound that was driving us both closer to release. God, this man could really fuck, not that I was complaining.

Charles grabbed my hair and pulled back hard. i gasped as he thrust even harder and faster.

At that moment a flash of what I was doing ripped through my mind. I was getting fucked by a man more than twice my age poolside for anyone to see at a villa in Valencia. That thought was ripped away as I reared back and received every inc of cock my sugar daddy could give me.

My hands gripped the cushions below and each new thrust elicited a savage grunt from the man above me. It was too much. I was going to cum again.

“Oh fuck, Lexy, fuck….Lexy, I’m gonna…..”

“Do it! Do it, Daddy! Cum inside me!”

And with a final deep thrust, Charles slammed his hips against my ass and shot one, two, three, four, five, six spurting streams of cum deep inside my tight cunt. I lost count of his spasms because his climax sent me over the edge. My body shook uncontrollably as I came in an open mouthed silent scream.

When my vision came into focus again, I felt Charles pull out of me. I hung my head and looked between my legs to see his cum leak out of me. I was on the pill, but he was the first man I let cum inside me without a condom.

Charles collapsed on the day bed and pulled me next to him, spooning.

“Holy fuck! I hope I don’t have to wait another 6 months to do that again.” Charles crooned.

I stayed with Charles all through undergrad as his sugar baby, and have more stories to share if there is interest.

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