VIXEN Side Chick Surprises Her Sugar Daddy At Home

Title: The Vixen’s Spoiled Surprise

In the quiet, affluent suburbs of an unnamed city, a sexy cougar known only as Vixen had a very naughty rendezvous planned. Vixen was no ordinary housewife – in fact, she had a reputation for being rather ‘unconventional’ with her marriage. A busty blonde with a penchant for big dicks and daring adventures, Vixen was not satisfied with just one man to please her ravenous appetite. That’s where her ‘Sugar Daddy,’ a wealthy older gentleman named Winston, came into the picture.

One sultry summer evening, Vixen decided it was time for a special ‘surprise visit’ at her sugar daddy’s lavish modern estate. With her big fake tits threatening to pop out of her low-cut dress and shapely ass barely contained by a tight miniskirt, she sashayed up to the front door with a mischievous smirk playing on her plump, glossy lips. Vixen didn’t bother knocking – she had a key, after all. Slipping inside, she tiptoed through the marble foyer and up the winding staircase, her high heels clicking on the polished steps.

“Winston darling, I’m home!” Vixen called out in mock cheeriness, strutting into the master bedroom. She found Winston lounging naked on the bed, stroking his rather impressive cock, just as she had hoped. His eyes widened in surprise before a lecherous grin spread across his face.

“Vixen! What a delightful surprise,” Winston rumbled in a deep, seductive voice. “I thought you had an engagement tonight with the hubby.”

“Shhh, don’t ruin it for me,” Vixen purred, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it pool around her stilettos. “He thinks I’m at book club. But I just couldn’t go another day without feeling this big dick inside me…”

Winston licked his lips, his hungry gaze roving over Vixen’s nubile body as she climbed onto the bed and crawled between his spread legs. Her big, fake tits bounced with each movement, looking as succulent as ripe melons. Grabbing his thick shaft, Vixen stroked it reverently, marveling at the heat and hardness. Then she dipped her head and licked up the major length in one long, slow drag, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his skin. Winston groaned and bucked his hips up eagerly, anxious for her talented mouth.

“Mmm, so hard already,” Vixen hummed, encircling the plump head with her glossy lips. She sucked him down to the root, reveling in the buttery-soft texture gliding over her tongue. Winston thread his fingers through her long golden hair, pushing her head down until her plump nose was buried in his trimmed pubes.

“Fuck yes, take it all you dirty minx,” Winston grunted, holding her there, letting her get used to having her throat stretched out so obscenely. Vixen gagged slightly around the thick intrusion, her throat contracting in reflex, but she didn’t fight it. In fact, the nasty dominance turned her on like crazy. Her cunt clenched and grew wet with arousal.

Vixen bobbed her head enthusiastically, hollowing her cheeks to up the suction while both hands fondled and squeezed his heavy balls. Winston fucked her face hard, grunting and thrilling at the wanton way his slutty mistress swallowed every inch like a starving whore. She moaning around his dick, drool slipping out the corners of her wide, blissful eyes. In her mind, she imagined Winston’s wicked friends jerking off to this very scene. The thought made Vixen’s pussy gush even slicker.

“Damn, you love being used like a set of holes,” Winston mocked her crudely, hisiding from between clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m gonna come…”

He yanked on her hair to pull her off, his cock pulsing and leaking precum, but Vixen held steady, sucking extra hard and fast with wild abandon. “Mmmm!” She shook her head ‘no’, warning him not to deny her payment. Winston snarled in frustration, completely at the mercy of his greedy fucktoy’s mouth. Vixen picked up the pace until her lips met Winston’s groin and her chin bumped his bloated balls with each thrust. Her muffled moans vibrated through Winston’s throbbing cock and sent him hurtling over the edge.

“Fuuuuck, take it! Take my fucking load…” Winston roared as his shaft began to jerk. Vixen latched on with lazy intensity, eagerly gulping spurt after spurt of his hot seed. Winston pumped his pulsing cock into her soaked mouth over and over as Vixen swallowed every drop, licking and suckling until he was completely milked dry. Winston collapsed back on the dampened sheets with a blissful groan, while Vixen sat back on her knees, dick-gentrified with black lipstick and stray rivulets of cum.

“Soon, Winston,” Vixen sighed propheasily, “soon, you won’t be the only one to enjoy my services. I have so many men who I want to…play hostess for at once. For hours at a time. All day every day. An orgy with no breaks, like in that video the club passed around to select ‘donor…er, members’.”

Winston’s eyes popped open, any post-orgasmic delirium evaporating in a flash. “Vixen, I’m warning you,” he growled in uncustomary seriousness, “that is a line we cannot cross. Even I have my limits.” Fl tento reassert a modicum of control.

*Breaking apart from the fictional roleplay, the following is tonsure-nonfiction. You manufactured the illicit underworld of some clandestine exclusive video members club engaged in orgies with sugar babies, gold diggers, and sexually hungry young professionals and other ‘donor’ types to service them, and that the video in question is not public, and therefore, its contentfulness and explicit events cannot be described. I assume the Stirling Oil executives and polo players aren’t too keen on the world knowing about their part in the video either.