The Hotel Encounter With My Wealthy Sugar Mom Madam Victoria

I remember the first time I met Madam Victoria; it was at a swanky hotel bar in the heart of the city. She was a wealthy sugar momma, with a sexy shape that could make a grown man beg. I was just a young buck, 27 years old, eager to please and willing to do whatever it took to make her happy.

She had a proposition for me, one that was too good to refuse. Every month, she would pay me a huge sum of money just to have sex with her. I was more than happy to oblige.

Our first time together was electric. She led me up to her hotel room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Once inside, she wasted no time. She pushed me up against the wall, her lips crashing into mine. Her hands were all over me, tugging at my shirt and pulling at my belt.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry. I did as I was told, stripping down to nothing but my boxers. She looked me up and down, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” she said, her voice husky. She reached out and grabbed my dick, giving it a firm squeeze. I groaned, already rock hard.

She dropped to her knees, pulling my boxers down with her. My dick sprang free, and she took it in her mouth without hesitation. She sucked me off with such skill, I could hardly believe it. Her lips, her tongue, her teeth—it was all too much. I felt my orgasm building, but before I could finish, she pulled away.

“Not yet,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. She stood up and led me over to the bed, pushing me down onto it. She straddled me, her pussy just inches away from my face.

“Eat me out,” she said, her voice commanding. I didn’t need to be told twice. I buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. She tasted so sweet, so delicious. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her juices coating my face.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, her hips rocking against my face. I continued to eat her out, my tongue darting in and out of her pussy. I could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing up.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out, her voice breathless. And then she did, her juices flowing freely onto my face. I lapped it all up, savoring the taste of her.

She rolled off me, panting heavily. “Your turn,” she said, her eyes gleaming. She climbed on top of me, her pussy hovering above my dick. She rides me, taking my entire length inside her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. She rode me hard, her hips bucking against mine. I could feel her pussy tightening around my dick, her orgasm building once again.

“I’m gonna come,” she cried out, her voice ragged. And then she did, her pussy clenching around my dick as she came. It was too much for me, and I followed suit, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined. Victoria looked at me, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’re worth every penny,” she said, her voice soft.

And that was how it went, month after month. Victoria would pay me, and I would fuck her until she was satisfied. It was a win-win situation, and one that I was more than happy to continue.

But one day, things took a turn. Victoria showed up at my apartment, a look of panic on her face.

“I can’t pay you this month,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’ve lost everything. My investments, my business—it’s all gone.”

I was taken aback. Victoria had always been so confident, so in control. To see her like this was jarring.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to comfort her. “We don’t have to do anything this month. We can just hang out—whatever you want.”

But Victoria was having none of it. She looked at me with a determined glint in her eye.

“No,” she said. “I want to fuck. I need to feel something, anything. I need to forget about everything that’s happened.”

And so we fucked, hard and fast. It was different this time, more intense. Victoria was wild, her body writhing beneath me as I pounded her back 2 back till she came, her body tensing up.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out, her voice strained. And then she did, her pussy clenching around my dick as she came. It was enough to send me over the edge, and I came inside her pussy, filling her up.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft. “I needed that.”

And that was how it went, month after month. Victoria would pay me, and I would fuck her until she was satisfied. But this time, it was different. This time, it was more than just sex. It was a connection, a bond between us. And I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.