EROTICA: Dirty Danielle – “How Much For A Blow Job”

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There has hardly ever been a time when I had not been paid for sex. Ever since the boys in my JSS3 class gave me extra snacks if I touched their dicks for one minute, I had been made to understand that what my body can offer is what someone else will gladly pay for.

I am 22 now. My name is Danielle. And my body helps me get everything I need.

Take, for instance, last week, I was at Sandra’s party. Sandra was a friend of mine. We met at a university in Lagos where we both study.

Her folks organised a little get-together in celebration of a birthday. I had never been to her place before since she lived in Abuja. I decided to make the journey, partly because I thought it was going to be an adventure. I had never been outside Lagos before.

The party was fun and I got the chance to meet a whole bunch of people. Mr Ibe, Sandra’s father, was extra nice to me. This might have more to do with the skin-tight black dress and high heels I wore than anything else. I did not mind, though. I hardly ever came across a man that does not find me attractive.

I might not have the most beautiful face, but my curves always get the attention. With a slender build and curves in the right places, I knew I had it going on. In fact, men were way more interested in the curve of my ass. My boobs were simply average, but the way my ass curved starting from the small of my back… heck, even I was turned on by it.

Mr Ibe always seemed to have eyes on me throughout the event. I smiled at him when our eyes met, letting him know I did not mind.

That evening, I was heading out the door of Sandra’s bedroom when I slammed hard into something bulky. I looked up and it was Sandra’s dad. He smiled at me but his eyes quickly travelled down my breasts towards my crotch area. He looked around the corridor. All the party-goers were having a blast downstairs so the corridor was deserted. He held my hand and quickly led me into one of the other rooms.

This did not look like his bedroom, I thought, as I entered the small room. There were only a bed and a couple of furniture. I figured this must be the guest bedroom or something.

As soon as the door closed behind us, he began groping and tugging at my clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him off.

“Come on, it will only take a minute,” he looked surprised at my resistance.

“What exactly will take a minute. I am not fucking you.”

“Darling, come on, we have no time for this,” he said.

“No, we don’t. I am you daughter’s friend. I am not fucking you.”

“Fine, how about a blow job?”

I thought for a minute. “Okay. Just a blow job. But you have to make it worth my while.”

“How much?,” he said. I was glad he was not one of those guys who pretended that sex was supposed to be free.

I gave him a price. He nodded.

I did not waste time on foreplay. I reached down to unbuckle his belt and loosen his trouser. I heard him grunt in anticipation. I bent down slowly to regard his semi-erect cock. For a man in his 60’s, he was pretty damn solid down there.

I gently put his cock into my mouth and wrapped my lips around him. I brought my hands around his thighs and ran my tongue over the swollen tip. I felt him shudder slightly as he gave a low groan. I felt his hand on my hair as I reached around to put a hand under his balls. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and at the same time, stroked his balls.

“Oh God!” he groaned through clenched teeth. I felt his cock throb in my mouth as I teased him. I circled the head of his cock with my wet tongue while holding it in my mouth.

Slowly drawing back, I ran my tongue along the underside of his head and pulled away. I then took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could in one move. I began bobbing my head up and down, one hand wrapped around the base and the other stroking his balls as I sucked. I moaned, the vibrations caused him to tighten his grip on my hair. I gripped his shaft firmly with one hand and ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his shaft to the tender skin where the head and shaft joined, pressing harder as I rubbed him with my tongue.

I continued moving my tongue up and down the most sensitive part of him. My lips sealed around his shaft as my warm, wet, mouth welcomed him. I moaned against the cock which had now hardened to the fullest and filled my mouth completely. I could hardly breathe.

As his panting became faster, I opened wide and slid his cock deep as I began to deep-throat him. He groaned, louder and I felt his dick begin to throb. I steadied my mouth so he could fuck my throat harder. He did. He held onto my head and began pumping into my mouth, until, finally, he exploded, his cum shooting straight down my throat.

The next morning, before I left, he slipped me an envelope filled with cash. It was double what I asked for. I must call him if I was ever in Abuja again.

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Lola Phillips

Lola Phillips

Lola embraces her sexuality and she wants others to too. She enjoys sex and she enjoys writing but her biggest weakness is Cake. Instagram: @freakylollie

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