Gigolo Clown Novels & Stories

For over an hour, they, exhibited their sexual prowess, sweated profusely. “Do you like my services?” The gigolo asked when they were dressing up. Fanny laughed softly, and corrected, “I should be the one asking you that? Did I satisfy you?” The man pulled up his trousers to his waist, and made clear, “I don't leave my clients unsatisfied, and I wish to ensure that I gave you my best.” Now, Fanny perceived that there was a mix-up, and she tried to resolve it, “No. I am the one to satisfy you. He pimped me for you.”

“Little hypocrite.” His hand went straight to the hem of her habit, sliding underneath the fabric, up her thick thigh until it found her panties. They were hot and soaked. “Fuck…” he murmured, running two fingers over the fabric. “Already drenched. You pray and you get wet. What a delicious little whore.” Clara let out a low moan as he pressed her clit through the panties. She tried to push his chest, but her hands were shaking. “Not here… someone might come…”

For now, he had it hidden well with a collar that he folded upwards. "As you wish, ma'am. But please, let me grab my phone first and check on my payment." He had left his cell phone on his side of the bed. As a gigolo registered on the eGigolo platform in Neon, it ensured that clients made a payment of his services in advance. But he needed to ensure that she had paid. She sneered and leaned back in the plush chair in the suite. "Since when did I ever default on any payment?" "Since now."