18 girl let a rich guy fuck her on a first date.

The invitation was simple yet enticing. “Dinner, my place, 8PM.” It was from Mark, the wealthy businessman I’d gotten to know online. We’d exchanged flirtatious messages for weeks, but had yet to meet in person. I couldn’t resist his allure any longer.

So, at precisely 8PM, I found myself standing at the door of a lavish penthouse suite. Mark opened it, looking dashing in a tailored suit. “Come in, I’ve been waiting for you,” he purred, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively.

The evening progressed as one would expect – a lavish meal catered by a renowned chef, fine wine, and stimulating conversation. But as the night wore on, the tension between us became palpable. Mark’s hand kept brushing against mine, his foot nudging my leg under the table. I knew what he wanted and to my surprise, I wanted it too.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Mark said, his voice low and husky. “I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you tonight.”

I bit my lip, my heart racing. “I’ve thought about you too,” I confessed. “But I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps around. I don’t do this usually…”

He grinned, that irresistible smirk. “I’m not asking for a fling, sweetheart. I want more than that. I want to explore every inch of you, worship your body…”

His words sent shivers down my spine. I stood up on shaky legs, boldly moving towards him. “Show me,” I whispered, “show me how much you want me.”

Mark didn’t hesitate. He stood up, pulling me flush against him. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass. “You’re absolutely exquisite,” he breathed.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom. Lying me down on the silken sheets, he pushed my dress up, revealing my lacy panties. “I need to taste you,” he growled, ripping my underwear off.

Then his mouth was on me, his tongue delving into my most intimate places. I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place. He feasted on me, licking, sucking, until I was writhing beneath him, crying out in ecstasy.

He released me, his chin dripping with my juices. “You taste like heaven,” he said hoarsely. He undid his belt, shoving his pants down, freeing his engorged cock.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his throbbing shaft. Stroking him, I brought him to my mouth, licking the drop of precum from his tip. He groaned, gripping my hair as I took him into my mouth, sucking hard.

He let me set the pace, watching me through hooded eyes. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he grunted.

But soon he wanted more. He lifted me up, bending me over the bed. Spreading my legs, he positioned himself at my entrance. Teasingly, he rubbed the head of his cock against my slick folds. “Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please,” I whimpered, desperate for his touch. “I need you inside me. Fill me up, fuck me.”

With one hard thrust, he slammed into me, all the way to the hilt. We both cried out at the sensation. He started moving, his hands gripping my hips, pounding into me mercilessly.

He fucked me hard, his cock so deep it bordered on pain. I could feel every ridge, every vein. He angled his hips, hitting a spot inside me that made my vision go white. I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

He didn’t let up, continuing to thrust heavily into my fluttering pussy. I could feel another crest building, my body tightening. “That’s it, come on my cock,” he rasped. “Let me feel you milking me.”

My second climax came even harder than the first. I spasmed around him, clamping down on his shaft. He gritted his teeth, pushing into me one last time before exploding inside me.

I felt his hot seed spilling into me, his cock pulsing against my inner walls. He groaned, long and low, as he spent himself completely.

We collapsed together on the bed, sweaty and spent. Mark pulled me into his strong arms, nuzzling my neck. “That was incredible,” he murmured.

I sighed in contentment. “Mmm, it was.”

He kissed me then, deeply, passionately. When he released me, he said quietly, “I want to see you again. This isn’t a one-time thing for me.”

I smiled, running my fingers down his chest. “I’d like that. Very much.”

As I lay there, cocooned in Mark’s embrace, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. This was only the beginning of our adventure. I had a feeling our first date was just the tip of the iceberg…