Hello, guys. It’s been a while since I posted a story. A lot has happened since my last encounter. And I have become an official gigolo, providing services to all girls and women. I’m writing about one such experience here. Hope you can enjoy it.
When I arrived in Mumbai, I checked into the hotel, feeling the weight of my purpose. I’d spoken with her a few times over the phone. Her voice had been steady and authoritative, which made my 5-inch cock a little horny.
So when the text came through, confirming the details, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. “I’m in room 402. I’m ready when you are.”
Let’s name her Maya. A beautiful irony, I thought—illusion wrapped in silk and certainty.
She stood in front of me, the last inch of her saree sliding down her shoulder. The beige fabric pooled at her feet. It left her bare except for a thin gold chain around her waist and a stubborn mole on her inner thigh. She didn’t shy away. She held my gaze as if daring me to flinch.
I didn’t. I stepped in, slow. Always slow—unless asked otherwise.
She just stood there, her 38-28-36 body calling me towards her. A 43-year-old woman, she has maintained her body well.
My hands met her skin, warm and uneven with memory. The softness of her belly, the slight downward tug of her breasts, the fine lines near her hip. All of it was a map of a woman who had given more than she had taken.
When I kissed her, she tasted of red wine and restraint. Her lips moved against mine—not with lust, but with purpose. When our tongues met, she moaned, not because she wanted to impress me. But because she had finally stopped pretending she didn’t need this.
She pulled me to the bed, and I followed. Her legs wrapped around me like she was reclaiming something stolen. I felt her breath on my neck, fast and uneven. I kissed down from her collarbone to the underside of her breast, my tongue tracing circles, her fingers tangled in my hair.
Her nipples were already hard and sensitive. When I teased them, her back arched, hips grinding against my thigh. She whispered my name like it was a secret. Aarav. Not a command, not a plea—just the sound of her letting go.
I moved lower, kissing the soft swell of her stomach, taking time to admire every inch. I spread her thighs, watching her body respond. The wet heat between her legs glistened under the warm yellow light.
When my tongue touched her, she gasped. One hand clutched the sheet, and the other stayed on my head, guiding me, grounding herself. Her hips rocked gently at first, then with urgency. She cried out softly, voice cracking as the tension in her body built toward a storm.
She came with a shudder, thighs clamping around me, body convulsing with waves of relief and release.
But she wasn’t done. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.“I want you inside me.”
I was waiting for her to say that. I got myself up and removed the only obstacle that was stopping my cock from going all out. Seeing my 5-inch cock saluting her, Maya’s eyes glazed with thrill, and she opened her mouth wide, challenging me. And I was up for it.
I went straight to her mouth and stuffed my cock right into her mouth. I held her by her hair for 10 seconds, gagging her. When I took my cock out, it was wet with her saliva. Maya was breathless for a second. Then she pushed me out of the bed, sat on her knees and started giving me a blowjob.
I was in heaven. She gave me the second-best blowjob I’ve ever received from any client. She kissed the point and slowly went down, working on her way towards my balls. She took both my balls inside her mouth. She massaged them with her tongue, all the while staring right at me.
She then went back to my cock, slurping it like a giant lollipop. With the sound that generated, her hands on my balls and her tongue, it took all of my willpower not to cum in her mouth.
That’s the one instruction she clearly gave me while chatting on the phone. I have to cum inside her pussy only, nowhere else.
Maya then licked her way up, playing with my nipples for a while and then going to my ears and finally stopping on my lips.
It was time for my counterattack. I responded to her kiss and fell on top of her, making sure we both fell on the bed without breaking the kiss. My tongue then started exploring her upper body while my fingers played with her pussy. I started sucking her huge left boob.
At the same time, entering my index finger inside her pussy. She was being attacked from two sides and couldn’t control her moaning. I shifted my focus to her right boob. I added my middle finger into her pussy, and started fingering her.
After a while, I took out my fingers and put them in her mouth. She had cum. She cleaned it for me then and there and told me that it was time for my dick to enter the glory hole.
I entered her slowly, holding her gaze. She was tight, wet, aching. Every thrust met with a moan, a gasp, a whispered “Yes…”
Her body matched mine, rhythm for rhythm. As if we were writing something into the mattress—something physical, emotional, ancient. Her hands roamed my back, nails dragging trails, head thrown back, chest rising in waves.
I could feel her nearing the edge again. I reached between us, circling her clit with my fingers while I moved inside her. Her body tightened, and her breath caught.
Then she broke—shaking, sighing, collapsing—pulling me down with her. I also couldn’t hold on for longer and shoot out my cum deep inside her.
After, we lay silent, our sweat cooling on tangled sheets. Her hand traced lazy circles on my chest. “That,” she said, eyes half-closed, “was not a service.”
I just smiled as she transferred the rest of the money to my account.
More of this will be coming. Those who wish to contact me can mail me at [email protected]. Story responses and service requests are accepted.