Ashley strutted into the posh hotel lobby, her stilettos clicking on the marble floor. She had dressed to impress in a tight, red dress that hugged her every curve and pushed up her ample cleavage. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, and her makeup was perfectly applied, accentuating her blue eyes and full lips. She spotted him immediately, the wealthy older man who had contacted her through a certain website. He was sitting in a plush armchair, sipping a scotch, and his eyes roamed over her body appreciatively as she approached. “Mr. Thompson?” she purred, extending a manicured hand. “I’m Ashley. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stood up, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. “The pleasure is all mine, darling,” he said smoothly, his gaze never leaving her face. “Shall we go up to my suite?” She nodded, letting him lead her to the elevator. As the doors closed, she could feel the tension building between them, the air electric with promise. The moment they were alone in the suite, he pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming over her body possessively. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he growled, nipping at her neck. “For a chance to have a sweet little thing like you all to myself.” She moaned, grinding against him as she felt his hard cock pressing into her belly. “Mmm, I can tell,” she purred, reaching down to palm him through his expensive slacks. “Is this all for me, Daddy?” He groaned, shoving her dress up around her waist and ripping her panties off with one swift tug. “You know it is, baby girl,” he snarled, slipping a finger into her dripping pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.” She gasped, her head falling back against the wall as he fingered her roughly. “Please Daddy,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider. “I need your big cock so bad. I need you to fill me up and make me your sugar baby.” He smirked, unzipping his pants and freeing his massive cock. “Oh, I’m going to make you my sugar baby, alright,” he purred, rubbing the head against her soaked folds. “But first, Daddy’s going to ruin this tight little cunt.” She screamed as he slammed into her, his cock stretching her open deliciously. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding into her relentlessly as he grunted and groaned. “Fuck yes, take Daddy’s cock,” he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it like the little cock-hungry slut you are!” She came hard, her pussy clamping down around him as she screamed her release. He groaned, slamming into her one last time before flooding her hole with his hot cum. “Fuck yes, milk Daddy’s cock,” he panted, collapsing on top of her. “Milk every last drop out of me, you little money-hungry whore.” She just moaned, clenching around his softening cock as he stayed buried inside her. She knew she was ruined now, forever addicted to his massive cock and desperate for him to shower her in cash. He pulled out of her, zipping up his pants and reaching for his wallet. He counted out a thick stack of bills, pressing them into her hand with a smirk. “Here’s your first payment, sugar baby,” he purred. “But don’t think this is the last you’ll see of me.” She smiled, tucking the money into her dress and running her fingers through his hair. “I’m counting on it, Daddy,” she purred. “I’ll be ready and waiting for you whenever you need me.” He kissed her hard, biting at her bottom lip before pulling away. “I’ll be in touch, baby girl,” he growled, smacking her ass as she sauntered out of the suite. “Be ready to earn your keep.” She just laughed, blowing him a kiss over her shoulder as she walked out the door. She knew she was in for a wild ride with Mr. Thompson, and she couldn’t wait to see what other dirty things he had in store for her.