The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 7

The second part of my fourth client visit with Jacqueline and Jaanvi is here. I hope my readers are paying close attention to the unfolding story. Stay tuned.

I hesitated for a second, stunned by the shift in the character of Jaanvi. But I couldn’t resist the intensity of the moment. “Alright,” I replied, my voice quiet but filled with anticipation. I began to explore my body. My hands moved slowly across my chest and down my torso.

Jaanvi’s gaze never left me. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and control. Jacqueline briefly glanced up from Jaanvi, her lips still brushing against her skin. “You’re doing well, Tanmay,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going.”

The sensation of their eyes on me heightened every touch. My hands roamed over my body, and the thrill of being observed by these two women made everything feel even more intense. It was as if my every movement was being silently judged and appreciated.

The room buzzed with an electric tension. Every breath, every glance amplifies the connection between the three of us. Jaanvi guided Jacqueline to the bed with an air of quiet authority. Her movements were smooth and deliberate. Jaanvi slowly stripped off her remaining clothes, revealing her bare, flawless skin.

The dim light of the room illuminated her body. With a playful smile, Jaanvi turned to Jacqueline, who was still in her lingerie. “Let’s make you more comfortable,” she said, gently removing Jacqueline’s t-shirt and shorts. Jaanvi then reached over to the bedside table.

She picked up a sleek vibrator and placed it within arm’s reach, a silent promise of what was to come. “Not yet,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips against Jacqueline’s cheek. Without another word, Jaanvi climbed on top of Jacqueline. Their bodies pressed together.

Jacqueline let out a soft gasp as Jaanvi positioned herself, her hips moving in slow, rhythmic circles. Jaanvi’s wetness glistened as she rubbed herself against Jacqueline, the intimacy between them electric and raw. Jacqueline let out a low moan.

Her hands gripping Jaanvi’s waist as she whispered, “You’re driving me crazy, Jaanu, keep going.” Jaanvi smiled down at her, eyes full of both affection and lust. “I know,” she replied softly, leaning in to kiss Jacqueline deeply, her hips continuing to grind with increasing intensity.

“You love it when I take control.” Jacqueline’s breathing became heavier, her back arching slightly as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. “Mmm… just like that, Jaan,” she murmured, her hands exploring Jaanvi’s back, pulling her closer.

Jaanvi’s gaze shifted toward me, her eyes filled with desire. “Tanmay,” she said in a breathy voice, “I hope you’re enjoying the view.” I nodded, speechless, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. The air was thick, their arousal. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their connection.

Jaanvi walked over to me, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous intensity. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “I know you want to be part of this. But that’s not in our agreement, Tanmay.” Her tone was firm yet playful, a teasing hint of control in her voice that sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, she slipped the vibrator into my briefs with a swift motion. My body tensed as the cold sensation met my skin. Before I could react, she held up the remote. Her finger hovered over the button. “We want to see how much you enjoy this,” she commanded, her eyes locked with mine.

Then, with a flick of her finger, she turned it on. A powerful wave of pleasure surged through me, the vibrations catching me completely off guard. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath, my body reacting instinctively. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Something I had only ever seen others experience from a distance. But now, I was right in the middle of it, every pulse sending shocks through my body. Jaanvi, clearly satisfied with the effect she was having, smiled slyly. She turned away, leaving the remote on the bedside table.

She sauntered back toward Jacqueline, her hips swaying as she moved. The room felt even hotter, the tension thicker with each second. Without breaking eye contact with me, Jaanvi leaned over Jacqueline and began to squeeze her breasts. Her hands moved with both tenderness and hunger.

Jacqueline moaned softly, her body arching under Jaanvi’s touch as she whispered, “You always know how to make me feel good.” Jaanvi grinned, her voice dripping with confidence. “Of course I do,” she replied, casting a glance in my direction.

As if reminding me that I was still part of their game—though only on their terms. “And I know you love being watched, don’t you, Jacq?” Jacqueline, breathless and flushed, nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet Jaanvi’s. “Yes, I do,” she murmured, biting her lip as Jaanvi’s hands explored her body.

Jaanvi was changing the mode of the vibrator at alternating intervals. Each switch sent waves of sensation that made it increasingly difficult for me to focus. I was at my peak. If it continued like this, I knew I would cum inside my briefs. The tension in the air was palpable.

I could sense that Jaanvi was keenly aware of my state, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She approached me with a sultry confidence, slipping her hand inside my briefs with a teasing grace. I held my breath as she wrapped her fingers around my dick, her touch both electrifying and intentional.

Leaning in closer, she whispered in my ear. Her voice was smooth and enticing, “I don’t want you to cum this early. The show is just beginning, dear.” With a playful smirk, she removed the vibrator from my briefs. The sudden coolness contrasted sharply with the heat of her hand.

Jaanvi then turned her attention to Jacqueline. Her demeanour shifted to one of bold excitement. She moved over to Jacqueline, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she began to use the vibrator on her pussy. Jacqueline gasped at the sensation. Her body arched toward Jaanvi’s touch, their chemistry electric.

I could only watch, my heart racing and my body aching with desire. The scene unfolded before me. It was an intoxicating blend of intimacy and exploration that left me craving more. Jaanvi’s eyes locked with mine. With a subtle but deliberate gesture, she commanded me to strip.

Her intent was clear without a word spoken. My pulse raced as I obeyed, shedding every layer until I stood completely bare. My body responds immediately to the intensity of the moment. My erection throbbed, fully aroused, aching for release.

Jaanvi’s focus never wavered as she attended to Jacqueline. Her hands moved with expert precision, squeezing and teasing while the low hum of the vibrator filled the room. Jacqueline writhed beneath her touch, moaning softly, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body.

Without breaking the rhythm, Jaanvi turned her gaze toward me again, her voice a quiet but firm command. “Masturbate.” I hesitated for only a second before my hand wrapped around my hardness, stroking myself. I watched the intimate scene unfold before me.

Every sound and every movement heightened my arousal, the raw sensuality in the air overwhelming. Each stroke felt electric, matching the rhythm of Jaanvi’s ministrations. Shared pulse of desire that connected the three of us in this moment of pure, unrestrained passion.

Jaanvi shifted Jacqueline effortlessly. Her hands were firm yet sensual, guiding her into the ‘kinky jockey’ position with a commanding presence. Jacqueline’s body responded immediately. Her back arched as she settled into place. Her skin flushed with excitement and slick.

A thin sheen of sweat that glistened under the dim light. Jaanvi, her voice low and seductive, whispered, “You’re going to love this, Jacq. Just let go for me.”

The strapon, already in place, brushed against Jacqueline’s thighs. Its presence was unmistakable. “I’m going to take you now,” Jaanvi murmured, her tone dripping with authority. “Are you ready for me?” Jacqueline let out a soft moan, her voice breathy, filled with anticipation. “Yes, Jaan… I’m ready.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jaanvi entered her, the feeling of fullness making Jacqueline gasp. “God, yes,” Jacqueline whimpered, her fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly. The vibrator continued to hum against her, sending waves of pleasure through her already trembling body.

Jaanvi leaned forward slightly. Her lips brushed against Jacqueline’s ear as she whispered, “Do you feel that? How perfectly do you fit around me? You were made for this.”

Jacqueline moaned in response, her voice shaky with pleasure. “Harder, Jaan… please, I need more.”

A sly smile curled on Jaanvi’s lips. “You’ll get what I give you. Just be a good girl and take it,” she replied, her tone firm but playful. She increased the intensity of her thrusts. Her hips moved with precision as Jacqueline’s body arched further, completely under Jaanvi’s control.

“Fuck, yes!” Jacqueline cried out, the pleasure building rapidly as Jaanvi’s movements synced with the relentless buzz of the vibrator. “I can’t— I’m so close!”

Jaanvi’s voice became a growl, deep and commanding. “Not yet. You hold it. You don’t come until I say you can.”

Jacqueline moaned in frustration, her body aching with need. “Please… please let me come.”

Jaanvi paused briefly, leaning down to kiss the back of Jacqueline’s neck before whispering, “Not until I want you to.”

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the slick rhythm of Jaanvi’s thrusts and Jacqueline’s ragged breathing. The control of the dominance radiated from Jaanvi as she dictated the pace. Teasing Jacqueline’s release but never quite letting her have it.

“I’m in charge here,” Jaanvi said, her voice silky yet firm. “And you’re going to come exactly when I tell you to. Understand?”

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, the soft hum of the vibrator, and the sharp gasps escaping Jacqueline’s lips. The connection between the three of us was palpable. Unspoken synchrony as Jaanvi fucked Jacqueline with increasing fervour.

Her movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through Jacqueline’s trembling body. My hand moved in perfect time with the rhythm of their passion, each stroke pulling me deeper into the shared experience.

The intensity built rapidly, the room thick with heat and desire. Jacqueline’s moans grew louder, her body convulsing with each powerful thrust. My breaths became ragged, every fibre of my being on the edge. The moment was electric, the culmination of raw, untamed lust.

Jacqueline’s voice was almost desperate now. “Yes… yes, Jaan… please.” Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Jaanvi growled, “Now, Jacq. Cum for me.” With that permission, Jacqueline’s body exploded in pleasure. Her cries filled the room as she climaxed, the vibrator intensifying every wave.

Jaanvi smirked as she continued to move. Her dominance and control never wavered, even as Jacqueline came undone beneath her. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room as she reached her climax. The vibrator still pressed against her sensitive skin.

At that same moment, my release surged through me, the sensation overwhelming. I gave in to the pleasure coursing through my body. Jaanvi moved with fluid grace, suddenly shifting into the ‘rocket position.’ Her thighs straddled Jacqueline’s face as she sat over her, asserting her dominance.

Jacqueline, without hesitation, began to eagerly lick Jaanvi’s pussy, her moans muffled by the intensity of her task. From above, Jaanvi continued to finger Jacqueline, her control over the situation unmistakable. Each movement was deliberate and powerful.

I stood watching, my arousal intensifying with every passing second. The sight of Jaanvi’s absolute dominance pushed me to the edge. The desire to join them surged through me. But I knew better. Without their permission, I couldn’t act on it.

It was all part of the unspoken rules, the careful balance of control that made this dynamic so intoxicating. Jaanvi’s voice broke through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Use the vibrator on yourself,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

I obeyed, laying down beside them, running the vibrator over my body. Feeling the pulses of pleasure ripple through me. The sounds of our shared pleasure filled the room—Jaanvi’s breathy commands.  Jacqueline’s muffled moans as she devoured Jaanvi and my gasps as the vibrator teased every inch of me.

The air was thick with heat and lust. I could sense the tension building between all of us once again. The rhythm of our movements synced up in perfect harmony. Jaanvi’s control, Jacqueline’s submission, and my eager compliance to their every whim.

The pleasure mounted quickly, almost unbearably, until it reached that inevitable peak. And then, all at once, the release hit. Jaanvi’s body trembled as she climaxed. Her cries filled the room as Jacqueline continued to pleasure her. Jacqueline followed quickly.

Her body convulsed beneath Jaanvi’s touch while my orgasm rushed through me with intense force. The room echoed with the sound of our satisfaction. The shared pleasure left us all breathless, bodies collapsing beside one another in exhaustion.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Jaanvi and Jacqueline both turned to me, a satisfied smile playing on their lips. “Thank you,” they said almost in unison, their voices soft but filled with genuine appreciation. “You helped us fulfil our fantasy.”

We rested in comfortable silence, the weight of what had just happened settling in. Once our breathing steadied, we agreed to have another drink, the three of us sharing the quiet moments of post-climax clarity. I downed my drink, feeling the warmth spread through me.

I ate the food Jacqueline had ordered. After a quick shower, I dressed and said my goodbyes. As I left their place, the realization settled over me like a brand. The experience had changed something in me—a confirmation, a mark.

‘I’m a gigolo now,’ I thought, with an undeniable sense of pride. And I loved every part of it—the power, the pleasure, the freedom.

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