The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 2

Tanmay, a student from Mumbai residing in Delhi, finds his life taking an unexpected turn due to severe financial issues at home. A week before Valentine’s Day, he learns that his brother is trapped in a significant debt of 15 lakh.

Overwhelmed and distressed, Tanmay decides to clear his mind with a coffee at Connaught Place. In the coffee shop, he encounters Ayushi, a woman running a unisex beauty parlour in Dwarka.

After a brief conversation, Ayushi offers Tanmay a lucrative yet unconventional job opportunity: becoming a playboy to satisfy VIP clients. Despite initial hesitation, Tanmay decides to consider the offer. Tanmay undergoes the necessary health checks.

He meets Ayushi at her office to discuss the job further. Ayushi arranges a test with Suhani, a young woman, to assess Tanmay’s suitability for the role. Satisfied with his performance, Ayushi confirms his employment and promises to provide his first client contact in two days.

Tanmay prepares for this new and unexpected chapter. He wonders about his first client and whether Ayushi might develop feelings for him after witnessing his abilities.

After the meeting with Ayushi and Suhani, I waited for two days. The first day was spent reflecting on the encounter with Suhani and the intriguing presence of a hot milf observing our sexual intimacy. It stirred feelings for Ayushi, my boss, who had given me the opportunity to rebuild my finances.

The next day, while sipping coffee in the evening, Ayushi called and said, “I’m sharing two contacts with you. One is your client, and the other is a person named Karan who works with us. Call him before meeting your client and keep things confidential.” I assured her, “Yes, I’ll keep things confidential.”

She informed me that the meeting was at a coffee shop in Connaught Place at 5 PM. I confirmed, “I’ll be there before the client arrives.”

I called Karan and introduced myself. He responded, “Ayushi Madam, told me about you. You have a meeting today, right?”

“Yes, Karan, I have a meeting at CP,” I replied. He said, “Madam said our new client might be risky to hand over to a new entrant. When can we meet?”

I suggested, “Before the client meeting, probably around 3 PM.” He agreed, “That works for me. I’m off today.” He sent me the location.

At 3 PM, I arrived at his location—a fully furnished 2 BHK where he lived alone. He greeted me with a firm handshake. We sat on a couch, and I asked, “Karan, how is this profession working for you?”

He replied, “If you satisfy your client mentally and emotionally, you’ll receive a handsome amount, and your issues will be resolved.”

I probed further, “Tell me more.” He explained, “You need to be mature because clients can be younger or older. Understand their needs, whether they express them or not. Gauge them through initial conversations before proceeding.”

I assured him, “Got it. I’ll do my best and call you after the meeting.”

After waving goodbye, I went to the coffee shop in CP, arriving around 4:50 PM. I took a corner seat and waited. At 4:58, I texted my client: “I’ve arrived at the coffee shop. I’m sitting in the right corner, wearing a purple formal shirt and black trousers.” She responded, “I’m coming. I will reach in 10 minutes.”

She arrived at 5:05. When she saw me, she approached and asked, “Tanmay?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied, shaking her hand. “Have a seat.”

She sat across from me and said, “You are so punctual. I like it.” I was struck by her attire—beige pants, a black crop top, a small beige Versace handbag, D&G shades, and a Rolex Oyster Perpetual watch. She seemed to be in her early forties, with dusky skin and brown hair.

Her loose dress made it hard to assess her figure. She introduced herself as Sakshi, working in an IT company in Gurgaon and residing in Central Delhi. As I started to introduce myself, Sakshi interrupted, “I know about you. You’re Tanmay, an artist and student.”

I replied, “Yes, you know my whereabouts, but there’s more you’ll learn later. I like seeing your eyes while talking.” She smiled and removed her shades, revealing her brown eyes. I asked, “What would you like to have?” She replied, “I need coffee.”

Sakshi then shared more about herself. She has a daughter in 8th grade at a boarding school and a husband who works in the same company but on different shifts. Due to his hectic schedule, he couldn’t satisfy her physically, leading her to seek fulfilment elsewhere, which brought her to Ayushi.

“It reached this point, and I don’t know what will happen now,” she said. I felt confused, wondering if this was our only meeting or if she would see me again. Our conversation wandered through various topics as I tried to understand her likes and dislikes.

After an hour, she said, “It was so nice to meet you, Tanmay.” I responded, “Yes, Sakshi, I also had a wonderful time with you. I hope we will meet soon.” She replied, “Let’s see,” with a cheeky smile.

We then parted ways. Back at my place, I texted Ayushi that the meeting was over and asked what was next.  She replied, “I’ll let you know if Sakshi is comfortable continuing with you.”

The next morning, around 10 AM, Ayushi texted, “Be ready. Sakshi will text the time of the meeting.” Excitement surged through me. I was about to become a gigolo to a VIP client. It was my first opportunity to make a married woman happy, both emotionally and physically.

Later, Sakshi texted me to arrive at her flat in Gurgaon by 4 PM and provided the location. My excitement grew. I am an average male with a well-maintained body and a normal-sized cock. The journey to her place was an hour long. I prepared by shaping my beard, cleaning my pubic hair, and checking my erection.

After some care, I left for her place in the afternoon. Dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, my Batman edition watch, and my favourite perfume, Bleu de Chanel. I checked myself in the mirror and felt attractive. I arrived at her place by 3:45 PM, having brought various types of protection.

I was unsure of her preferences. I texted her, “I’ve reached near your flat.” She replied instantly, “You are maintaining your punctuality as always. Come up. My flat is on the 10th floor.” I got access and rang the bell. She answered the door promptly.

“Hey, Sakshi, you’re eagerly waiting for me,” I said. She replied, “I don’t want to make a person who respects time wait.” She complimented my outfit, saying, “This dress suits you well.” She was wearing a white loose shirt and blue shorts.

I inquired about her husband, and she mentioned he left for a tour that morning and would return in two days. I thought, “So I have two days.”

She made me comfortable on the couch and went to prepare drinks. The open kitchen allowed us to see each other. I approached her while she was making the drinks, placing my hands on her waist and gently caressing her.

She told me, “Tanmay, wait for a moment. We have time.” I kissed her neck, savouring her scent. She handed me a glass of juice and gave me a brief tour of her 2 BHK flat with a nice balcony view. After drinking the juice, we moved to her well-curated bedroom.

I whispered in her ear, “I know this is your first time, and I’ll not let your ecstasy down.” I held her hand and caressed it as she smiled at me. We embraced, her hands exploring my body, and I felt her lack of underwear beneath her loose clothing.

As I licked and kissed her neck, she became more sensitive, pressing my head against her. My hand moved to her clean-shaven armpits, feeling the warmth and slight sweat. My lips travelled across her face, kissing her forehead and cheeks. Finally, her lips had a seductive magenta shade.

Our kiss deepened, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She was an excellent kisser, and we exchanged saliva, our heads locked in the moment. My hands roamed her back, and I lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard.

I took one into my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling. From each touch of me, I felt she was submissive in bed. Her moans grew louder as I continued. “Tanmay, you’re doing it right,” she moaned. “Make me yours. Satisfy me as my husband never could. Fill me with your cum.”

I shifted my focus to her armpits, licking them passionately. My hands caressed her waist, which heightened her sensitivity. I kissed and licked her navel, my fetish for navels and armpits driving me wild. I slid her shorts off slowly, and she gasped as my fingers found her wetness.

I teased her clit before slipping a finger inside her. I circled her clit. She was at the peak of her sensitivity. Her hips moved rhythmically with my touch. I licked her inner thighs, then her wet folds, savouring the salty taste. Her salty taste made me go deeper into her.

Her pussy walls begin to contract. She pulled me closer, urgently undressing me. I positioned myself between her legs, teasing her entrance with my cock. Her eyes were full of desire as I slowly entered her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync.

Our lovemaking was deliberate, every thrust a testament to our connection. I kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing, our breaths mingling. Her hands roamed my back, her nails leaving marks. We were lost in each other, our pleasure transcending words.

Her climax built slowly, her moans growing softer. I held back, wanting to prolong our shared ecstasy. Finally, she tensed, her body trembling as she cried out in orgasm. I followed her, my release coming hard and fast, filling her with warmth.

We collapsed, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined. I held her close, our hearts beating in unison. “I told you I wouldn’t let your ecstasy down,” I whispered. She smiled a contented, blissful smile that made me want her all over again.

We took a break, and she prepared something to eat. As I waited, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and connection, knowing our time together had forged a bond beyond the physical.

What’s going to happen in Tanmay and Sakshi’s relationship? Who is my next client? Wait for part 3.

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