The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 5

After my second client visit, I was exhausted and took a three-day break to focus on my studies and paintings. On the third day, Ayushi reached out to me, informing me of a meeting with a client at a prominent archaeological site. I arrived on time and texted the client.

After 20 minutes, I received a call. The voice on the other end was soft and pleasant. When I saw my client, I was stunned to find it was Keerthana, a distant aunt from Delhi. She is a doctor, around the same age as my mom, and lives with her husband.

Her daughter is pursuing a master’s in the USA. After seeing each other, we were both surprised to be in this situation.

“Tanmay, are you the person Ayushi mentioned?” she asked her tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, trying to mask my shock. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I don’t know what to do now. I’m unsure how to proceed.”

“Let’s figure it out together,” she suggested, her voice steadying. “I’m looking for someone I can trust to fulfil my sexual needs, which my husband can’t.”

Her words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable tension. I was in disbelief, and I could see she was struggling too. After a moment of silence, I said, “Aunty, this is a lot to take in. I had no idea who my client was until I met them. This was supposed to be just business.”

“I understand,” she sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t expect it to be you either. But I need someone I can trust to satisfy my needs. My friend Ravina (The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 4) recommended me Ayushi. The I thought to give it a try, because my marriage is complicated. My husband is a good man, but something is missing. I thought maybe this could be that opportunity.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. “I don’t know if I can be that person for you. It feels wrong.”

“Please, Tanmay,” she urged, her eyes pleading. “I know this is unconventional, but I feel lost. I need to explore this side of myself, and I want to do it with someone I feel comfortable with.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I said, my heart racing.

Aunty smiled at me. “I appreciate you considering it. Let’s keep this meeting professional. I’ll proceed with the arrangements.”

“Text me the schedule and location,” I replied, still feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

As I headed home, I received a text with details from Ayushi: tomorrow at 10 AM. I got another text from her, saying that I was getting more inquiries than anyone else with her and that all the clients were comfortable with me. “Keep it up. I know you’re making a good amount of money,” she said.

I replied with a smile emoji and teased her, “You’re also building a good profile because of me.” I promised I’d be on time for my next meeting.

In my mind, it was all about aunty. Now, my experience was moving from BDSM to something more complicated. I had always admired her for her well-maintained figure and striking appearance whenever we met on any occasion.

After arriving home, I reviewed some photos from a wedding. Her appearance had remained largely the same. I thought about what I should wear tomorrow. I eventually decided on casual blue jeans and a white shirt for our meeting. After a long shower, I went to bed with thoughts of her lingering in my mind.

The next day, I left at 9 AM, but before starting my journey, I carried some of my colours with me. I arrived at the location by 9:45 AM. Aunty was waiting outside the flat. She wore a red Ajrakh saree with a black blouse, looking stunning and radiating a captivating fragrance.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” I said as I approached her.

“Thank you, Tanmay. I wanted to look special for our meeting,” she replied a hint of blush on her cheeks. She opened the door and led me inside.

Inside, she offered me a drink. “Would you like something to relax?”

“Sure, a glass of wine would be great,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “So, how have you been, aside from the complications?”

She sighed, looking pensive. “It’s been tough. My husband is always busy, and after work, he drinks. I’m just fed up.”

“That sounds difficult,” I empathized. “How are you handling everything yourself?”

She smiled shyly. “I do what I can. Sometimes, I have to rely on toys, but I’m tired. I’m a woman with needs.”

“That’s completely understandable, Aunty,” I said gently. “It’s okay to want more.”

She looked at me intently, her voice low. “You have no idea how long I’ve felt this way. This isn’t just about physical needs; it’s emotional too. I feel trapped in my own life.”

“I get that,” I replied. “But I care about you, and this is complicated. We need to approach this with caution.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But please, just think about it. You don’t have to decide right now.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it. But we need to keep this strictly professional,” I reiterated.

As we talked, the tension in the room shifted. She looked into my eyes and said, “Tanmay, I never imagined we’d be in this situation. But being with you feels right, even though I know it shouldn’t.”

Her words stirred something deep within me. Despite knowing this was wrong, the pull was irresistible. I leaned in, our faces inches apart. “Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want.”

She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts, then opened them with determination. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I need this. I need you.”

Slowly, I closed the distance between us. Our kiss was tender at first but quickly deepened, releasing the tension we had been holding. Her hands reached up to cup my face, pulling me closer. We lost ourselves in the moment, the world outside disappearing.

“Tanmay,” she whispered against my lips, “I never thought I’d feel this way again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt desired.”

“You’re more than just desired, aunty. You’re beautiful and captivating,” I replied, my breath hitching.

Aunty began to unbutton my shirt, and I helped her, our hands fumbling with excitement. She led me to the bedroom, where the bed was neatly made. She looked at me with a mix of anticipation and longing. “Make me feel alive again, my son,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As we continued, the intensity grew. I explored every inch of her body. At one point, she removed her bra, revealing her large breasts with dark nipples. I began to kiss them, and she urged me on, saying, “Drink from me, son. Make me feel more.”

My arousal was fully awakened now, pressing against her pussy over the saree as she smiled at me. “How does my pussy feel?” she teased.

I replied, “I want to feel it, but only after exploring you fully.” I undressed her completely, kissing her from her feet to her inner thighs.

She smelled amazing to me. I started kissing her inner thighs, and she was moaning my name, “Son, you are making me want more. Do it, my son. It feels so good.” She started to call me “son”. It made me mad for her. My fingers were roaming around her pussy lips like a hungry tiger.

Her wetness was dripping down. She spread her legs as much as she could and asked me to taste her. My head went down to savour her salty, caramel taste. She was pushing my head closer to her. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I felt so aroused by her taste.

After some time, I went near her navel and started to sniff her, intoxicated by her scent. She was at her peak. She took one of my hands and placed it above her breasts while she squeezed the other.

She moaned, “Son, you’re arousing me so much. I need you inside me.”

I replied, “There is more to go, Aunty. Wait a little longer.”

She responded, “Don’t call me Aunty. Call me Keerthana. I want to feel you saying my name while you enter me.”

I replied, “Yes, Keerthana. I have a surprise for you.”

Then, I took the colours from my bag and started to apply each colour to her body. She was not expecting this. It enhanced the mood. “This is beautiful,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Red for your passion,” I said as I painted her breasts. “Green for your envy of the life you want,” I added while applying colour to her hands. “Yellow for the joy you deserve,” I continued with her navel. “And blue for your freedom,” I finished with her thighs.

After applying the colours, we rolled all over the bed, both of our bodies filled with different shades.

She whispered, “Fill me with your coloured dick. I want to feel it.”

She guided me into her wet, tight pussy. I could sense her discomfort, but she cooperated, encouraging me to push in fully. Each thrust made her gasp, and I kissed and squeezed her breasts with one hand. She whispered, “If you keep doing this, I’ll have the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”

“I’ll give you the best I have, Keerthana,” I replied, my voice low with desire. Each movement deepened our connection, the colours on her skin becoming a canvas for our passion. I could feel her body responding, the tension building with every thrust.

As I picked up the pace, she moaned, “Yes, just like that. Don’t stop! I need you.” Her words fueled my desire, and I lost myself in the rhythm, focusing on her pleasure. With every thrust, she let out soft gasps, her fingers digging into my back.

“You’re so good at this,” she breathed. “I never imagined I’d feel this alive again.”

“Just let go, Keerthana,” I encouraged her, feeling the heat between us intensify. “Feel everything.” Her breathing quickened, and I could sense she was close. “I’m going to—oh my God!” she cried out, arching her back as waves of pleasure surged through her. “Tanmay! Yes!”

I held her tightly, feeling her body contract around me as she reached her peak. The sight of her pleasure was intoxicating, and I continued to thrust, riding the waves of her orgasm. After a moment, as she came down from her high, she looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and delight.

“That was incredible. I didn’t expect that kind of connection.”

I smiled, a warm rush of pride filling me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve to feel this way.” She brushed her fingers across my cheek, her touch gentle. “You’re something special, son. I never thought I’d explore this part of myself again, especially not with someone I know.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted, feeling a strange bond forming between us. “But I’m grateful for this moment.”

“Can we try something different now?” she asked, a playful glint in her eye. “I want to experience more with you.” “Of course,” I replied, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” She bit her lip, a teasing smile forming. “Let’s switch it up. I want to see how it feels to be on top.”

I laughed, encouraging her. “Alright, let’s switch roles. I’m all yours.” With a gleam of determination, she climbed on top, her hands finding my shoulders for balance. “Just relax and enjoy,” she instructed, guiding me inside her once more.

As she began to move, her expression transformed into one of pure bliss. “Oh, this feels amazing! I can’t believe I waited so long to do this,” she gasped, her eyes sparkling.

“You’re amazing,” I praised, enjoying the view as she found her rhythm. “Just like that, aunt. Don’t hold back.” With each motion, she seemed to gain more confidence, her movements becoming more fluid and passionate.

“This is so liberating,” she said breathlessly, her hair cascading around her shoulders. “I never thought I could feel this free.” As we continued, I marvelled at how our connection had evolved. She was no longer just my client. She was someone I was sharing a beautiful, intimate experience with.

“My son,” she moaned, leaning forward, “I feel so close to you right now. Thank you for being here with me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied sincerely, feeling the bond between us deepen. “We’re in this together.” After a while, she felt another wave building, and I could sense her body tightening around me again. “I’m getting close! I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Let it happen, aunty. Just feel it,” I encouraged her, matching her movements as we approached our climax together. “I want to feel you as my aunt itself. I’m fucking my beautiful aunty Keerthana.” She got aroused by my words.

She replied, “Fuck your aunty. Make her a woman again. Give what she is eagerly waiting for.” With a final series of thrusts, she cried out, her body shaking as she reached her peak. “Son! Yes! Oh my God!”

The sound of her pleasure echoed in the room, igniting my release. I joined her in that moment of ecstasy. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, our bodies tangled together, coloured skin contrasting against the white sheets. “That was incredible,” she said, looking into my eyes. Her expression softened.

“I didn’t expect this experience to be so meaningful.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, feeling a warmth spread through me. “It’s more than just physical. It’s emotional, too.”

“Can we keep this between us? I don’t want anyone to know,” she said, her voice serious but filled with hope.

“Absolutely,” I assured her. “Your secret is safe with me.” As we lay there, the atmosphere shifted, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes. “Thank you for making me feel alive again, Tanmay. I really needed this.”

“You deserve it, aunty,” I replied, brushing a stray hair from her face. “We all need connection, especially in times like these.”

“Promise me we can do this again,” she said, her voice a whisper filled with longing.

“I promise,” I said, feeling a sense of commitment wash over me. “Whenever you’re ready.”

After a great session with her, I took a shower. During that time, she prepared some food for both of us. After we finished eating, I said goodbye to her and left for my place. On the way home, I received a notification on my phone that said, “Your account has been credited with 25,000 rupees.”

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