Confessions of A Lagos Gigolo Episode 1.

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I slipped my hands gently into the wetness in between her legs, and began slowly. She looked up surprised, then cautious. She looked at the black underwear she had on and glanced at the door.
“The door- “She began.
“is locked” I interrupted.
Relaxed a little, she laid her back on the plush hotel bed, opened her legs wider and allowed my finger enter her deeper. I was gentle at first, slowly increasing the speed. I knew how she wanted it, rough. She would just have to wait for it. The anticipation was part of the package.
I started dipping my fingers in her, deeper, faster now, she arched her back on the bed and gave out a soft whimper. She started to flex her waist towards the thrusting, she was enjoying it. I knew she was close, I could tell she was close, so, I stopped.
She looked up at me, angry. I expected it, and more than matched her glare.
“Take off your clothes” I said, “I want to fuck you”
She was only too willing to oblige. She unclasped her bra quicker than possible, and removed the panties she had on. Her breast stood defiant to gravity like a sixteen years’ old’s, yet she was at least forty-eight. Her pubic hair was shaved low and shaped like a triangle. She was no beauty, but she looked really good naked, and she knew it.

“Not bad for a Senator in her late forties” I smiled appreciatively.
I pushed her back on the bed, fitted my waist in between her raised thigh and started thrusting. I thrusted hard and fast, pinching her erect nipple in the process. She cried out –not out of pain. She was the senator who loved being dominated in the bedroom.
I kept at it until I felt her shake, then collapse. At that point, I stopped holding back. I withdrew and came on the sheets. She didn’t like condom. Frankly, neither do I. She had a calm look that told me I did my job well.
“I’ll transfer 120k into your account tomorrow morning” She whispered. “Right now, I need you to hold me” She laid on her side, naked.
I put my arms around her in a spooning position until she drifted into sleep. It was all part of the package I told myself.
I have never paid for sex, but I know people who have, people who do. Don’t get me wrong, I do not judge. With a degree in Economics from The University of Ibadan, the laws of demand and supply is no abstract concept. I understand it, I live it, I love it.What does Economics have to do with sex?
Sex is a commodity. And like every scarce commodity, the demand for sex has always surpassed the supply. Men want more sex than women can provide, women want better sex than most men can provide. Hence, both genders have to pay for sex to fulfill their needs. Women pay a little extra for discretion.
Which is where I come in. I became what I call a Lady’s escort, what you would call a gigolo. What the society would call, a millionaire playboy. I exist solely to fulfill a woman’s sexual fantasy. Doesn’t matter how depraved or perverted.


My name is Bolaji Isreal, and I am about to tell you how I got rich by fucking older women.
Confessions of A Lagos Gigolo Episode 1

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