22-Year-Old Guy Becomes Gigolo – Part 2 (The Good And The Bad)

So as I had told you guys, the Malayali girl who auditioned to become an escort with me, I was about to get her twat. But there was the good and the bad part in this profession.

Sharon – Big boobed colleague in need, should be fucked indeed.

Suddenly, one evening in August, I got a call from Sharon. I was amazed. She seemed needy now and asked me what am I doing. Whether I’m still doing that job, to which I replied as yes. She wanted to meet me.

I wondered whether why she wanted to meet me. She sounded tensed. So without much discussion, she told me that she’d tell me everything once we meet. I told her to meet me at my home, and she agreed. I gave her my address.

The next morning at around 10 am, she arrived at my doorstep. I was feeling horny. I removed my t-shirt and decided to go shirtless in front of her. I opened my door, and we shared greetings. I let her in, looked at my chawl room, and looked worried.

She looked uncomfortable a bit with me being shirtless, but it was making me horny. So I gave her a cup of tea. I asked her whether she was still doing this job or not. She said no.

I asked her why. She said that her first and only client was an older man of her grandpa’s age. He fucked her weirdly. He licked her vagina, asshole, everything. She said that though he fucked with hardly any boner, at last, that man asked for a blowjob and cum in her mouth.

She was disgusted over this and felt extremely regretful. She just collected her payment and never again did this. She said that her mother was diagnosed with some disease. The treatment in hospital cost her twelve thousand rupees which she needed to pay now.

She wanted money from me, and she said she’ll pay me back as soon as possible. She asked for help from everyone, but no one helped her. She even gave a call to Ashish, but he didn’t pick up her call.

Her eyes looked teary now. Immediately I got a horny idea. First of all, I consoled her. And after this, I said to her, “Sharon, it’s a big amount for me, and we are strangers. How can I give you such a big amount without knowing you?”

She promised me that she’d pay as soon as possible. Now I gave her an offer saying, “I can help but at a cost.” Hearing this, Sharon understood the cost would be a good fuck.

She just said, “Please, Nishit, not that please.”

I told her that it’s the best option I can give her. Twelve thousand for two hours is a huge amount. She thought it over it. While I was cleaning the teacups, she came into my kitchen and said, “Okay, I’m ready, but first transfer the amount.”

I knew that the amount was big for a single session. But the itch for fuck with a girl of one’s choice is extreme. So I immediately transferred the amount online to that hospital’s account and showed this to Sharon.

She looked relieved but also frustrated. She knew that now she had to pay this the other way. I didn’t have a bed in my room. So I placed a mattress on the floor and desperately jumped at her. I held her tight and started to kiss her wild.

She was cooperative at first. After that, I just pulled out my pajama and was completely naked. I pulled off her white top, gripped her big black boobs, and started to suck them without getting her bra off.

She looked at me and unbuckled her bra, and removed it. The nipples were bitten hard by me.

I pushed her on the mattress and pulled off her jeans and panty. I licked her belly, back, neck and bite those boobs, ass, and thighs. I was wild. I licked and bit those armpits too. Then I forced my cock into her mouth, and she sucked it while I humped my cock in her mouth.

And then, I got down, licked that cunt, and put my cock in, and yes, her legs on my shoulders. She asked me to apply a condom, but fuck it. I didn’t care. She looked frustrated, but she did enjoy my energetic fucking. At least her face looked like that.

I fucked her in at least four positions, and I cum thrice in her. After I was down, she got up, got her clothes on, and started to leave. We both had a hard fuck, and we were breathing heavily.

I gave her a kinky smile while she was leaving. She just snapped it. She knew I had got better of her, and then she left. So after fucking her, I left content, but my itch and lust had grown significantly.

More than money, I wanted fucking. When I did the gym, I become mad, just wanted to fuck, that’s it. But my next experience was about to teach me a good lesson.

So after drilling Sharon, I had become a fucking machine. I had money in my pocket, an experienced cock in my underwear, and a lusty brain in my head.

It was the month of August, and I was eagerly waiting for Ashish’s call or message for my next client. And so it came.

Mrs.Upaasna – The Punjabi drunkard whore and my worst experience.

I was mad with lust now and had plans that this will be my career forever now. I reached her address, and she opened the door. I noticed a 50 plus milf in kurti and salwar, chubby, and a bit desi.

I thought that she would serve a good appetite for my cock today. But I noticed that she was drinking whiskey. I felt weird. If she would be already drunk, how would I fucking do it with her?

She poured a glass of whiskey for me and told me to drink it. But I refused her, saying that I don’t drink. It’s against my working conditions to drink while at work with a client.

She looked pissed off at this. Anyway, she took me to the bedroom and told me to undress while she sat and watched me get naked.

Once I got naked, she looked at my cock and said in her Punjabi accent Hindi, “Tera nunnu (penis) toh chota sa hai, kuch kar bhi payega ya nahi?”

Which meant, “Your cock looks small. Will it be able to have sex or no?”

That was so infuriating to me, but I avoided it and told her, “Wait and watch.” I jumped at her with the condom packet in my hand and kissed her deeply. I was tasting the whiskey on her lips.

She immediately removed her salwar. I pulled off the kurti, and the kiss continued. She now got on the bed, and I started to kiss her neck and shoulders. Her bra was still on, and still, the glass of whiskey was in her hand.

She told me to lick her down under. I pulled her panty off and started to lick it. Her vagina was stinking. I got my face back, but lust made me lick even that.

Weird it was, but I kept on licking while she kept taking small sips of whiskey and held my head in her vagina. I got up and started to lick her belly. She immediately pushed my mouth to her vagina and told me to keep doing it.

I did it again, and after five minutes, I came up to unhook her bra. But, again, as I came up, she said in a frustrated voice, “Keep licking there. I’ll tell you when to get up.”

This pissed me off, and I ignored it and took off her bra and grabbed her boob in my mouth. She got really angry over this and scolded me angrily, “You idiot, I told you to lick over there. What are you doing?”

I got infuriated by now but went down and again started to lick her there, and she got out due to a hangover. Then after licking for almost 10 minutes, I applied a condom and inserted my cock in her, and started to hump her.

At first, she was not conscious. But as I started to hump her harder, she suddenly woke up and noticed that I was fucking her. She immediately shouted and got my cock off, and damn, she slapped me hard.

I felt scared now. She shouted at me and said, “I told you to lick until I want otherwise, and you started to fuck me, you idiot.” She pulled my hair and took my mouth to her vagina, and told me to lick and lick until she doesn’t stop me.

By now, my whole mood was destroyed. I kept licking. Just after 10 minutes, she got up, got off the bed. While wearing clothes, she said, “Tere nunnu itna chota hai dekh kar hi mene tujhe bhaga dena chahiye tha.”

Which meant, “Your cock is small for me. I should have told you to get lost at the starting only.”

I couldn’t even reply because she was my client, and my money was at stake, and she was drunk. I replied by saying, “Ma’am, you are drunk. That’s the problem. Otherwise, I have a really good record.”

To which she replied, “Oh, get lost, bloody idiot, how dare you back answer me, get out now.”

I immediately wore my clothes and left. I left extremely insulted and thought that I would have to leave this profession if this thing happened again. She slapped me for nothing.

When I reached home, I gave a call to Ashish and told her about my experience. He immediately consoled me and said that he’d take action against that Upasana aunty.

But he also said that maybe she’ll not pay if this happened, which meant that even I wouldn’t get money for my work. And that very thing happened, that bitch only gave two thousand. I didn’t get anything from it, but that bitch was on the blacklist now.

I was so pissed off now that I thought I should leave this profession, and I talked with Ashish. Even Ashish got disturbed by this. It was his source of income, and if we gigolos and escorts left this profession, he would face a major loss.

He assured me that he would take care in the future that such incidents never happen again. Anyway, I was disturbed, he asked me whether I would receive another client or no and I refused. My whole libido had fallen now.

So Ashish advised me to go and visit my native place, Nashik, for the festive season. He told me to spend some time with family, and I’ll be fine again. Therefore I left for Nashik after three days. But Nashik, too, had something special for me, a proper suhagraat.

Keep following my real story based on real experiences of the beginning of being a gigolo. The next part will be dropped soon.