Meet Sarah, a 24-year-old unemployed lady living in Lagos, Nigeria. Desperate to pay her bills, she ends up having an interesting sex experience with a sugar daddy and his wife:
Friday
It all started after my friend invited me to her sugar daddy’s party in Abuja. He paid for us to fly in on a Friday and booked a suite for the entire weekend.
Saturday
The next day, we went to his party. I was jobless and broke so following her to the party for me was a one-time thing. I had decided that I would fuck any glucose guardian, get the money and get the fuck out of Abuja. There were a lot of older adults there, mostly in their fifties. To get their attention, I wore a purple dress my boyfriend got for me that I knew would do the trick. Soon, I started getting some attention with my dress and my intellectual conversations ranging from politics to entertainment. The fact that I knew the old school songs played by the DJ also helped me stand out. It wasn’t long before I caught the eye of this man, who kept sipping his wine and looking at me. I could tell from his watch and outfit that he was pretty rich so I was thrilled to have him staring at him. Soon he signalled for me to come and sit on his lap, then the head rubbing followed. I had to rub his hair, and you know all the other things a sugar baby is expected to do. We didn’t kiss sha. Later, we went to the balcony, where we got talking and he told me he lived in Lagos. I was like, okay, hope this one doesn’t want me to see him after the party because this is a one-time thing. We smoked weed together then he gave me his card. Looking at it later, I realized he was the Managing director of a big company.
Sunday
The next day, my friend’s man invited us to a lounge. There, I saw Mr. managing director there, so I walked towards him, and he beckoned on me to sit on him. He later asked when I was leaving for Lagos, and I told him the next day. He asked what I was flying. In my mind, I’m like, if not economy, what else. However, I told him I was flying business class which paid off as he asked for my account deets and sent me 300k for my flight. At this point, my head was turning upside down.
Two Weeks Later
Fast-forward to Lagos. I called him shortly after getting back and we arranged to see at his place. I didn’t mind since I assumed he wouldn’t ask me to come to his house if his family was around. I took an uber and got there in the evening. Omo, Oga’s house was huge. I was ushered in by his cook. I saw a portrait of his wife who was so pretty that I couldn’t help but wonder why he was still looking outside. He came down and took me into the main sitting room. There, he offered me wine and everything was okay until he said his wife was coming to see me. “Are you joking?” was my immediate response. He asked me not to be alarmed. I told him I wanted to leave, but he said I should relax. By this time, his wife was downstairs. She looked good, but I couldn’t say anything because I felt like she’d lynch me or something. She greeted me calmly in her British accent and sat down. She asked me for my name, age and where I was from. She also asked me to turn around. She then told her husband, “I like this one.” I still hadn’t figured exactly what was going on until they asked me if I was open to BDSM and her watching. Before I could say anything, she added, “Don’t worry darling; it’s for a good price; I mean, why else are you here for.” The money they told me was a lot so I didn’t think about it for long. In fact, I was already spending it in my mind. We proceeded to the room. The room had this glass thing that allowed someone to watch from one side. Oga started taking his clothes off as she sat in the glass thing watching and smoking. After a while, they blindfolded and handcuffed me. At some point, I think she stopped watching and started participating because I could hear her voice. Then, she whipped me on my butt thrice. It really hurt so i focused on the money i was getting from the experience. Other kinky things were done. Afterwards, they left me to clean up and wear my clothes. When I got downstairs, I saw my money (850k) waiting on the table. He was also there waiting for him and asked that I call him when I got home. I never called him again. He called twice but i didn’t answer. Yes, the money was good and took care of me for a while, but it was an experience I never want to repeat.
This article is based on real-life events. Names used are mere pseudonyms to protect the identities of the individuals mentioned in the article.
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