I’m Ava Monroe, and I’m spoiled rotten. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I never had to work hard for anything. But when you’re as hot as I am, why bother? My blonde hair, curvy body, and bubbly personality make me a magnet for rich, older men. And I play them like fiddles.
I’ve had my fair share of sugar daddies over the years, but my current one, Henry, is the crème de la crème. He’s in his late 50s, a gazillionaire with a plush penthouse in Manhattan. And he worships the ground I walk on.
Henry spoils me senseless with designer clothes, exotic vacations, and a limitless credit card. But the real perk is his cock – massive, thick, and perfect for a prissy little brat like me. He loves my tight, pink cunt, and I love riding his dick like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco.
We met at an exclusive charity gala, where he was the host and I was a model (of course). He couldn’t take his eyes off me, and when we finally danced together, I could feel his erection straining against his tuxedo pants. I moaned seductively in his ear, “Henry, you’re so hard for me already. Let’s get out of here and have some fun.”
He practically carried me to his limo, peeling off my skimpy cocktail dress along the way. The second the door closed, he pushed me onto the plush leather seat and began unzipping his fly. “Fuck, Ava,” he groaned, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I wiggled out of my Louboutins and spread my legs wide, presenting my dripping pussy to him. Henry didn’t hesitate, burying his face between my thighs and lapping at my clit like a starved man. I bucked my hips, shamelessly grinding against his mouth as he brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Enough foreplay,” I panted, haulin’ him up by his tie. “Fuck me now, old man.”
He didn’t need further incentive. Henry freed his giant cock and slammed it home, stretching me to the limits of pleasure and pain. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pistoned in and out of me. The wet squelch of our bodies colliding filled the car, along with my squeals and his grunts of effort.
“Faster, Henry, fuck me harder!” I demanded, my voice high and breathless. “I need your big, fat cock deeper!”
“Yes, baby, take it all!” he growled, his hips snapping against mine with brutal force. The seat creaked and the limo swerved, but he didn’t slow down, lost in his own primal, rutting rhythm.
I came again, harder than before, and this time Henry followed, his balls tightening as he emptied inside me with a roar of pleasure. We collapsed together, sweaty and panting, as the limo pulled up to his penthouse.
“That was incredible,” I sighed, snuggling against his chest. “But don’t get too comfortable, Henry. We have a dinner party to attend tonight. You need to get me looking edible in that dress you bought me.”
He chuckled, stroking my hair. “Of course, Ava. Anything for my insatiable little brat.”
And that’s just another day in the life of me, Ava Monroe – a spoiled, slutty brat with no intention of changing my ways anytime soon. Bring on the next sugar daddy!