Most of us agreed since there was payment involved and to young girls in 200level, it sounds like a good deal. All we had to do was attend a party and get paid.

The whole thing proved to be more difficult than I anticipated. I was on my feet most of the day and was soon exhausted with the running around involved. Added to that was the fact that a lot of young boys at the event seemed to think we were there to be their personal whores. Some were even drunk enough to tap my ass and make crude comments whenever I passed by. I resolved never to do this again.

An older man, especially, seemed to have his eyes on me. Whenever I passed by, his eyes followed me and his look as he gazed at my body was nothing short of lustful. He did not look as desperate as the other young boys. Perhaps, this was because he was much older, possibly in his 60s if I had to guess. He was also covered in the traditional agbada and had the confidence only a wealthy man would possess. He sat on a table with two other men and women. I was unsure if his wife was among them. I could not deny the fact that I was flattered by the attention I got from him. Whenever our eyes met, he would smile.

I had never been with an older man but it was certainly not a new thing among my circle of friends. A lot of them enjoyed the financial benefit but I had always seen is at gross. Older men, to me, meant fat and ugly. But this guy at the party was certainly not that.

He had that look that told me that he was probably once a very handsome man. His eyes sparkled with youthful mischief and he had gentle features. This was one old guy I would not mind getting it on with.

I was outside the hall, taking a quick break after taking off my heels which were starting to pinch me when he came to stand beside me. He was making a phone call as he walked out but halted when he saw me and stood by me to continue talking. After he hung up, he turned to me.

"I am Femi," he said, bringing out his hand. I took it, noticing that his palm was warm.

"Grace," I said simply.

"You are very beautiful." The compliment and the voice with which he said had a very funny effect on me.

I simply smiled at him. He gave me his card, said, "call me sometime," and returned to the party.

A couple of hours later, I was making my way to a taxi park near the hall so I can take a cab home. I was walking down when a jeep stopped beside me.

"Grace, can I give you a lift?"  It was my older guy. I nodded immediately and entered the car.

As we drove and conversed, I got to find out that his wife and sons were in the UK so he lived alone. For some reason, that made me glad. He then asked me if I wanted to come home with him.

Honestly, I was not sure what made me say, 'yes', but I did. In about 45 minutes, we were at his place.

It was an impressive duplex. I was wowed as soon as I entered. He had an array of staff to make his life comfortable and that evening, I felt like a queen as they served me and make sure I was okay.

For a girl who had never known such luxury, I was hooked. I never wanted to leave. His bedroom was massive and after my shower, I simply laid down in his bed. He came in, smiled as I stretched on his silk sheets and went to take a shower himself. Soon, he came to lie beside me. He had given me one of his shirts earlier to wear for the night so I could give one of his domestic staffs my clothes to clean up.

I happily curled up in his shirt and against him when he came to bed. He ran his hand down my body and underneath the shirt.

"I have never done this before," I said.

"Done what? Been with a man?"

"No, not with a man... a man that is... you know..." I started to say, not wanting to offend him by mentioning he was old.

He chuckled. "I understand," he said, wrapping his hand around my waist and lifting me so I was sitting on his body.

I paused for a moment, considering what was about to happen. Then I leant in to kiss his mouth. His hard cock poked me hungrily and I pushed back to take down his shorts, revealing his hard cock. Afterwards, I leant back down on him and we both shared a guttural groan together when I lowered myself hard and fast on his cock. I raised myself up off his cock and lowered again. I realised how wet I was, my hot, moist pussy wrapping his hardness.

Being on top of him felt good. His hands were fixed to my hips as he guided my body against he, grinding towards me. His pulsing cock felt wonderful. I began to use the full force of my body against him, my swollen clit tapping away at the skin of his groin.

We clung together, desperately finding my release. I shifted lower, placing my feet on the bed as I began to move up and down easily on him. We were both grunting and moaning in mutual pleasure. I felt his nails digging into the soft skin of my hips, he jerked against me wildly.

I continued moving that way so his hard cock thrust in and out of me. His cock was so snug inside me as my wetness stained his groined. My pussy lips milked his cock hungrily. His groans louder and I felt his climax approaching, mine racing behind. I savagely bent up and down so he can pump roughly in and out of me.

He soon exploded with an orgasm so primal that a roar escaped him. He slowed his movement when he felt my own explosion, my pussy shuddering in waves around his cock. It was sensational.

I collapsed over him and we went back to kissing.

I had been keeping Femi's company for a couple of weeks now and it had been wonderful, not what I expected a sugar daddy-baby relationship would be like. He was nice and very generous and I truly liked him. It has been great.

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