Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and my imagination. I do not know any of the actors I have mentioned, and I am not claiming anything about their sexuality. Also, my characters do not take the time to put on condoms, but please always practice safe sex in the real world.
Hello all. I'm am truly and deeply sorry for how long its taken me to write this. But now its here and I hope to keep things going at a quicker pace.
MY BOLLYWOOD SEXCAPADES PART 9
A car was waiting outside Salman's place for me when I left. I thought Shahid was meant to be picking me up, and in fact he was. He was sitting inside the chauffered black Jeep with tinted windows. He was dressed in a casual suit, with an open collar white shirt, and had sunglasses on. We were silent as the car began to move. I wasn't sure what I should and shouldn't say in front of (or behind) the driver. Shahid broke the silence first, whispering as he leaned towards me,
"I'm really sorry but I have to go to Bangkok. My last film needs an urgent reshoot. I would take you with me but its only going to be two days and ..."
"its ok" I replied, only half meaning it "I get it. You don't need the gossip that comes with bringing strange guys to outdoor shooting. Anyway its about time I go back to my little flat. I haven't been back in a while."
"oh you're not going back home"
"I'm not?"
"I've arranged for you to be propely taken care of while I'm away" Shahid's arm moved up to the ceiling of the car, and with a click of a button a black glass partition went up between the passenger section and the drivers section of the car. "its soundproof" and with that he kissed me, our lips and tongues melting together. His hand caressed my body, finding my nipples through the fabric pulling and twisted at them, as I removed his sunglasses. His hand moved down from my nipples, over my abs to the fly of my trousers, which he undid quickly. As soon as my hard cock was out in the cool airconditioned air, I felt this tongue leave my mouth and almost instantly running along the length of it. The thrill of having the driver on the other side of the glass as this bollywood hunk went down on me was exhilarating and such a turn on.
I ran my hand along his back, as he was behind over my crotch, lifted the flap of the bottom of his jacket and forced my hand down the back of his pants. Naughty Shahid wasn't even wearing underwear. Had his trousers been any tighter they would have ripped as my hand stroked his cracked and I forced a finger into his tight hole. He got the idea pretty quickly and was soon off my cock, undoing his trousers (his ass half of the seat), sliding them down to his knees and moving over to my side of the car. I could hear him wince a little as he impaled himself on my pole.
He held himself up with both hands on the ceiling as he rode me. One of my arms wrapped round him to his cock as I stroked it to the same rhythm as I slid in and out of him. My other hand holding up his shirt and jacket as I kissed and licked his back.
I had never had sex in a moving vehicle before and I was loving it. the uneven road and speed bumps and risk of being caught just made it all the more exciting and intense. As I came close to climaxing I began to thrust up and down in my seat helping him with the movements and soon I exploded in his ass. Moments after, Shahid shot several times in my hand, as I tried to keep things a bit clean. He collapsed onto me, putting all his weight on me and lay there as he caught he breath.
Minutes later he got up half way, pulled up his trousers and did them up, leaving his shirt untucked. And continued was he was saying,
"so where was I? Ah yes, someone will be taking care of you while I'm away." I moved over and straddled him, kissing him as I answered him,
"who is it? Not Ranbir is it?" I moved my lips down to his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Again already?"
"don't worry stud, I'm just getting my fix of your gorgeous body to keep me going while you're away." I pushed back one side of his shirt so to only reveal his right pec and the right side of his abs, and I continued working my mouth up and down this one side of his torso.
"no its not Ranbir. Its actually someone you've been curious about." that made me stop. Who was he talking about?
"huh? Who am I curious about?"
"you know. The one bollywood star who is the master in this circle of ours. Or secret club, if you will."
"the Pimp?!"
"yes. Him."
"oh my god. Tell me who he is."
"you'll find out soon enough. You're picking him up from the airport as you drop me off. Ok you have three minutes to do what you want to my chest. We are almost there." the next three minutes were very silent in the back of the car except for the noise of my tongue and the sound of Shahid moaning. Once I had satisfyingly licked and kissed every millimeter of his torso I buttoned him up and gave him a long hard kiss goodbye.
Almost in perfect timing as I pulled away from the kiss and sat back in my seat the car pulled up and the driver got out to open the door for Shahid. I watched him get out of the car. I could hear him talking to someone. The voice was familiar and I knew the person was who I was waiting for. I saw them man hug, and then Bollywood's gay Pimp came and sat next to me in the car (which I would later find out is actually his).
"hello" he said in his sexy sultry voice. "I have heard a lot about you."
"Hrithik Roshan. I would never have guessed it would be you."
"oh Shahid didn't mention it was me."
"oh no. He was very secretive on the whole Pimp thing."
"haha. Well yes I do make sure the guys are too open about it. But I hear you're quite special. I should think you deserve to know."
"And now I do."
"We are gonna have a lot of fun." And with that the greek god of Bollywood leans in to kiss me.
It's short I know, sorry, but more will be coming soon.
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