Hello, everyone! This is your favourite gigolo reporting back for duty. This time, I’m telling an experience of mine that I had in the initial stage of my gigolo life. Hope you all will like it.
I met her via Instagram. We used to chat occasionally, share reels and have some good times. The gear shifted in the most unexpected way — a message that looked too simple to carry that much heat.
“I kinda want to see you.”
I remember staring at it for a second longer than I should’ve. It wasn’t a shock. I don’t know. Something in the way she wrote it felt like she forgot to censor herself for a moment. That’s what caught me, like she didn’t rehearse it. Like it slipped out from a thought she’d been holding back.
She had found one of my gigolo confessions online. She was 36. Delhi. Sharp eyes. The kind of woman who doesn’t wait for permission. But there was also, I don’t know, a flutter beneath the confidence. That combination always catches me off guard.
The chats between us never really got back to “normal”. They just happened.
One message became five. Five somehow became midnight. And her teasing… God. She typed as if she touched. Light at first, then suddenly bold enough to make me inhale sharply.
Three days in, she sent me a hotel booking without any dramatic buildup.
Just a picture and a quiet: “If you’re free.” I was free. Or maybe I wasn’t, but my body didn’t care.
Delhi felt different when you’re going there for someone who wants you with that kind of hunger. Every sound — cab horns, elevators, even the hotel AC — felt like background noise to whatever was about to happen upstairs.
When she opened the door… Let me be honest — whatever image I had in my head, she walked right past it and kicked it aside.
Taller than I pictured. More graceful, too. And her eyes — they didn’t scan me; they drank me in.
“Hi,” she said, but not in that typical shy way. It sounded more like, “Okay, you’re real. Now let’s see what reality does to me.”
Inside the room, we were moving slowly, but the room itself felt like it was breathing faster than we were. You know those odd pockets of time where everything feels a bit warped. Like a second drags its feet and then snaps back? That’s how it was. That’s what the room felt like.
She was close enough that her perfume drifted up and wrapped itself around my throat before she even touched me. Jasmine with something warm under it. I remember because I leaned in slightly — not enough to touch her, just enough to feel her breath shift.
“Drink?” she asked.
I said no. It came out lower than I intended. She noticed. Of course she did.
Her lips curved — not a smile, not a smirk — something in between. The kind that says: *Good. I wanted that. *
When she murmured, “Then we don’t have to wait,” right next to my ear, something in my chest literally jumped forward before I could hide it.
She leaned forward to kiss. Our tongues exploded in each other’s mouths as if they were having a wrestling competition. She was really fierce. It was like seeing another version of her, and it was amazing. She quickly removed my shirt and continued kissing me.
She then went down and started sucking my nipples. It felt amazing. I slowly removed my pants without disturbing her actions. Seeing that I’m naked, she immediately positioned herself in the 69 position. She told me to remove her clothes and then started sucking my cock.
My god, she was really talented that I had to use every bit of my willpower to remove her dress and panties. As a payback, I started eating her pussy like a hungry dog. I went as deep as possible with my tongue. She was enjoying it with my cock in her mouth.
We didn’t stop even after knowing we’re about to cum. We had our orgasm almost at the same time cumming in each other’s mouths.
We both were gasping for air. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves. Under the shower, I sucked her boobs, and she gave me another blowjob. I then drilled her pussy standing for 10 whole minutes. She then pushed me to the floor, placed my cock right under the shower and started riding it.
To see water trickling down from her lips to her boobs that are jumping up and down. That was a real treat for my eyes. We then shifted positions. I sat on the toilet, and she sat on my cock and continued riding me. Since her boobs were so close to me, I started sucking them, munching those nipples once in a while.
She was screaming with pleasure, and it was making me hornier. I then lifted her and made her bend in front of the mirror, and started ramming her pussy in doggy style. She was yelling at a high pitch, telling me not to stop. I spanked her ass twice, making it red.
I could feel the pressure of orgasm rising in me. I told her that, and she told me she wants a cream pie. And I cum deep into her pussy. For a moment, I was gasping for air. I then slowly built my tongue’s way from her navel to her lips via her boobs and started kissing her while fingering her pussy.
I played with my tongue and fingers till she cum and after a while, she exploded with a shudder. Her second orgasm. We then washed ourselves and came out to dry. Then we snuggled into the bed and relaxed, cuddling each other.
From there, the night moved like warm water — slow around the edges, heavy in the centre. She touched me like she’d been imagining the shape of my body before actually feeling it. I touched her like I was learning her reactions one breath at a time.
We had multiple sessions in different positions, and we enjoyed every minute of it. We didn’t sleep for a long time. Not because we were trying to stay awake.
Just because neither of us wanted to break the moment.
In the morning, when I left, her scent stayed on me long after my flight took off. It’s strange — some nights fade. Some nights lodge themselves somewhere deep and settle there like a quiet burn.
This one… it never really left.
And if you’re reading this and some part of your body tightened just a little.
If your mind wandered to the idea of someone noticing you the way she was noticed. If you felt even a hint of that slow, warm curiosity.
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