I am a fan of Daisha Patni in this popular Bollywood sex story. I started masturbating after seeing him in an advertisement. One night I fell asleep while watching his videos. So what?
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As I said in my previous story, I ran away from a very small town Ranchi and now live in Mumbai.
Through a very good friend, I got a job as a watchman and then a driver.
Friends, this hot Bollywood sex story is from the time when I used to work as a driver for a struggling actor in Lokhandwala, Mumbai.
My boss is very friendly towards new actors and actresses in the film industry.
All the struggling actors and actresses used to party together.
I used to enjoy seeing new film stars every day.
After seeing the heroine, my heart once again became like a garden.
Short dresses, some one-pieces, some microskirts, some backless, oh how smooth my legs are, and my body is white and velvety!
Sometimes when you see a woman so hot, your penis cannot get relief without masturbating.
Many times my boss would even take these heroines home in his car. So sometimes he would tell me and I would leave the house alone.
After returning home masturbation became a compulsive disorder.
Now let me introduce you to the heroine of my story.
She was Daisha Patani, who sometimes accompanied my master to his house.
He has also worked in the South Telugu and Tamil industries and has shot for MS Dhoni.
There was a time when she was the national crush of all Indians.
The epitome of beauty…like an angel from heaven.
Her body is as delicate as a flower.
When she smiles, it seems like doomsday…even the entire universe is sacrificed for her smile!
Red lips are like rose petals, just looking at them makes one feel like piercing them.
Super slim but fairer than milk figure, perfect cleavage and curves everywhere!
I have never seen such hard and round breasts on anyone else.
The legs were long and smooth, and the thighs ended at the gate of heaven.
Once he’s got that, what more does he need?
I always masturbate countless times after seeing her in a Calvin Klein ad.
Now let me take you straight to the story.
As I told you, my boss went to parties almost every day.
After the party Daisha Patni ji also went with my boss.
Maybe my boss would have asked him to drop me home.
During that time Daishaji told my boss – I cannot drive. If your driver can teach me to drive. I can’t trust any driving school. We have traveled with your driver many times and I can trust him.
As I moved forward, I heard everything.
At first I couldn’t believe my ears. The elder driver wanted to learn driving from me.
But when he talked again, I believed it.
My luck has run out.
Daisha Putney herself wanted to learn driving from me. I must have done some good things in my previous life.
Like me, my teachers were also delighted.
From that moment I was lost in my dreams and thinking that at least this would be an excuse that I would be able to see the beauty of my dreams.
Thinking this, we came down to Dashaji.
My dream started, I immediately got out of the car and tried to open the car door for my boss, but he had already got out and started talking on the phone.
I ran and opened Dashaji’s door.
Then Dessa spread her legs first, she was wearing a short skirt.
The knee-length skirt failed to cover Daisha ji’s beautiful fair and smooth thighs.
My penis got aroused after seeing her beautiful, white feet.
Her beautiful calves were looking very beautiful in the beautiful high heel sandals on her fair feet.
As soon as the other leg came out, Dasha ji moved forward a little, bowed and went out.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from moving down her thighs, stomach and navel to her crop top.
And I kept looking at Dashaji’s raised chest and the exposed navel and waist beneath the top, as if mesmerized.
When Dasha ji passed me and stood outside, a fresh and refreshing scent hit my nostrils and I almost fell down.
My whole body couldn’t take it anymore.
I was very close to that angel but I could not do anything.
The only thing between us was the car door.
I stood there, admiring the beautiful view, with my head down, still looking at the edge of Saki’s skirt, cut at her waist.
Then my boss called me and I was sitting in the driver’s seat cursing my luck.
Dasha’s smell still remained in the car.
My boss said- From tomorrow you will teach Ms. Desha to drive. Leave me at the studio and get that woman from here. Remember that madam is a heroine, so there should be no problem. And took them to a deserted place. If people come to know about a woman, she will have to face unnecessary harassment. It would be better to take them to Aarey Road in front of Goregaon Highway, this road is closed from Powai side so no one will be found there.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
I was still thinking about Da Saki, and kept watching Da Saki walk towards her building, looking at her thin waist.
Daisha Patni used to walk with a tight waist!
She has a great figure…her waist is very slim and she has nice breasts. She looks very fair and delicate.
I sat in the driver’s seat and watched Osaki walk toward his building, like watching a hungry man snatch bread from his hand.
The owner’s voice again broke my dream and I started towards home.
On one side of the road there is happiness and on the other side there is trouble.
Happy because such a great heroine, for whom people would die, would be alone in my car so close.
The question is, can I teach Dashaji to drive?
What if I make some mistakes?
And if Dasha ji wears such clothes, can I still take my eyes off her?
I might lose my temper after seeing Dashaji alone… my heart trembles at the thought of this.
Dashaji used to stay close to me when I used to teach her to drive… Thinking all this, I returned home.
Thinking about Dashaji, I masturbated again and then at some point I fell asleep.
The next night, I left my boss at the studio and went to G. Dasha’s apartment.
She was ready, standing outside.
When I saw Dashaji, my penis started throbbing again.
Today she is standing in saree.
Like De Blue’s “Men Will Be Men”; Like Wally Ed.
Today I saw her wearing a saree for the first time!
The large Saki top has two curves, a smooth tummy and long flowing arms, which are amazing!
At first I forgot everything and kept thinking about Dashaji’s beauty.
I regained consciousness when Dashaji called me from the car.
I started the car and started looking ahead.
But again and again I felt like looking at Dashaji sitting behind.
The beautiful woman I dream about every day is sitting next to me today.
But one thing I don’t understand is why Dashaji wore this thin jacket over the saree, why not just the saree?
I reached the deserted place told by my husband.
It’s getting a little dark there.
The boss had great confidence in me, but Dashaji’s sexy figure aroused my sexual desire. My penis was fluttering in my pants.
Suddenly, Dashaji asked: “How much more time do we need?”
I was mesmerized by hearing her sweet musical voice, which came out of my throat very softly – 5 more minutes!
Before reaching the target, Dasha ji took off the wind shield.
Looking from behind, it seemed as if a beautiful butterfly had come out of its shell and appeared in front of my eyes!
Ouch…that was quite a picturesque sight.
When Deshaji removed her tunic from her body, her pubic hair was exposed, and the hanging pendant was just above her top.
After taking off her coat, Deshaji gently placed it aside and with the slender fingers of her right hand lifted the saree up to cover her breasts, or maybe she was teasing me.
I took the car to a field on the side of the road and parked it at a place.
I opened the car door and got out, looked back at Dasaki and asked him to sit in the driver’s seat.
Dasha ji opened the side door almost in a hurry, got out quickly, almost running, turned around and went towards the driver’s seat in front.
I stood there holding the rope and clearly seeing Swapna Sundari in front of me.
I kept looking at Dashaji until she passed in front of me and sat on the driver’s seat.
I don’t know why, but I think Dashaji sitting like this is a kind of show off.
She deliberately let me see her body.
As she sat down, Osaki’s skirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her clothing from the waist down. I could only see her breasts through her top, more than half of them were exposed.
But as soon as Daisha ji sat on the driver’s seat, her attention immediately went to the steering wheel.
As soon as she sat down, she forgot about herself, with her hands on the steering wheel and a sweet smile on her lips.
Seeing him like this, I felt as if my life was gone.
I was standing in front of me on the driver’s seat and without blinking I was watching that heavenly angel burning in the fire of lust.
It seemed as if my breathing had started to stop.
Just then my attention was broken, I picked up the pallu of Dashaji’s saree from the bottom, put it in the car, adjusted it with my hands, came out and gently touched Dashaji’s thigh, closed the car door.
I wanted to turn quickly and sit on my seat, but while turning I had to move my lower body and panties a little to prevent my penis from stiffening, or rather to give it some breathing room , it was a storm.
In the car, Jidesha still maintained the same posture, not trying to lift her legs, and her hands were still moving on the steering wheel like a child.
He looked at me and asked- what now? Let’s talk further. I want to teach you to drive!
I sat on the seat next to me and hesitated for a moment, but still sat from a distance, looked at G. Dasha from inside her top, looked at her round breasts which could only be seen from the outside, then I He hugged me and said wetly, “Yes Dasha, you start the car.”
Daisha ji- How are you?
She threw the pallu over her shoulders in a very dramatic manner, without checking whether it covered anything or not.
Me: Daisha ji, turn that key!
Looked from side to side and pointing with eyes.
Daisha ji also moved forward a little and reached for the key and turned it.
The car moved forward with a jerk and stopped. The car was in gear.
I quickly moved my feet to the side and placed them on the brakes and looked carefully at Daisha ji.
As soon as my foot fell on the brake, my thighs went up to Daisha’s thighs and my hands came on Daisha ji’s shoulders.
The pallu of the saree was once again exposing her breasts.
She was trying to control her breathing.
I quickly lifted my legs from him and moved my hand to the gear to make it neutral and looked at Daisha ji in fear.
I had made a mistake, I don’t know what Daisha ji will say now.
But Daisha ji was normal, she asked me to be relaxed and said – It takes so much to learn driving. We don’t know anything, this is how you teach us how to drive.
No sound could come out of my mouth.
Then Daisha said again – Hey, you come here and sit for a while and tell us what to do. And we don’t know anything about brakes etc.
I started telling Daisha ji everything about accelerator, brake, clutch.
But while telling, my eyes were seeing the raised bulges of Daisha ji, below them her stomach and navel.
Daisha again said- I don’t know anything. Unless you hold hands and teach me how to drive, leave alone how to start a car.
And placing her hand on the steering wheel, she started looking out of the window like an angry friend.
I couldn’t understand what to do now!
On one hand, I have to teach Daisha ji to drive and on the other hand, my penis in my lower had rebelled.
Then I got an idea, I told Daisha – You put your foot on the escalator and I will handle the brake and clutch and also take care of some steering.
Hearing this, Daisha ji became happy and with excitement she took her hand down and turned the key and placed one foot on the escalator, the other foot was free.
Then she started looking at me.
I was still lost in thought.
Seeing me like this, she got a little irritated and said – If you don’t want to teach me how to drive… you want to keep thinking like this… then drop me home.
My body had become so excited at the name of dropping it home, I couldn’t leave this thing in my hands like this.
Now no matter what happens…even if I lose my life, I will not step back now.
I placed my hands on the back of the driving seat and leaned forward a little and tried to move my legs forward so that my feet could reach the brakes.
But where were the feet going to reach…
Understanding my problem, Daisha ji said while raising her pallu again – You come here a little more, then the feet will reach, how will it reach like this.
Seeing me hesitant, Daisha ji said a little angrily at me this time – What will happen if I touch you a little… You just come here, don’t delay too much and she also moved herself a little towards the door and sat down.
Now I could not stop myself… I placed my leg on the other side of the gear and joined Daisha ji’s smooth thighs and sat down… My thighs were pressing Daisha ji’s thighs. Thinking that her weight would not hurt her thighs, I turned towards myself a little so that Daisha ji could remove her leg, but she was sitting like that and was moving her hands on the steering like a child. Was.
I caught hold of Daisha ji’s thighs with my hands and moved them a little to the side and after placing my thighs on them, I left her thighs on top of me.
How delicate and soft was the touch of her thighs… How pleasant and soft was that…
I adjusted myself by taking my hands behind the seat and Daisha ji’s anklets were still not in place, both her breasts were touching me to a great extent. Was visible till.
I was getting excited but controlled myself.
I had reached my legs till the break and was feeling overwhelmed by Daisha ji’s touch from my thighs to my legs.
By letting Daisha ji’s perfume settle in my nostrils, I was taking myself towards heaven.
Daisha ji was almost in my arms and she was not paying any attention to anything.
I was so close to my dream girl that I could never imagine even in my dreams.
I pressed the clutch, changed the gear slowly and slowly started releasing the clutch and asked Daisha ji to move up the escalator.
Daisha ji did the same.
But the escalator was low and the train came to a sudden stop.
Daisha ji raised her face and started looking at me.
I asked to take a little more escalator and stopped by freeing the gear with my right hand.
But seeing no movement from Daisha ji, he started touching her shoulder with his left hand and said – Daisha ji… start the car.
Daisha ji laughed like a flirtatious girl and bent down and turned the key and started the car again.
My condition had become very bad, I was trying hard to adjust myself.
My penis was not supporting me, it wanted to free itself.
I again adjusted my lower and placed my penis on the support of the gear, having loose underwear did not cause any problem to me.
Now as soon as I was about to change the gear, Daisha ji’s hand automatically came on the gear rod, her hand was right above my penis, as soon as it went down a little it would have touched my penis.
I stepped back a little and placed my hands on Daisha ji’s and changed the gear with force and slowly released the clutch.
The car moved forward.
I gestured to move up the escalator a little.
My hot breath was now falling on Daisha ji’s face and perhaps she was also enjoying it because she did not try to stop me in any way.
But perhaps he had handed everything over to me.
She was exhaling very fast, her breathing was no longer supporting her, even her clothes were falling apart.
Daisha ji’s breasts were also moving up and down from inside the blouse.
One of my hands was now on Daisha ji’s shoulder and was enjoying her delicate body and the other hand was sometimes helping Daisha ji in steering and sometimes in changing the gear.
I could clearly see from Daisha ji’s heavy breathing that she had gone astray.
But how to get started!
I was also trying to move forward.
The entire plate was ready, all that was left was to wash hands and do Shri Ganesh.
But a fear stopped me from starting.
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