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This story is in continuation of the previous parts. This part explores the story of how Akansha Mittal came to be seduced by their driver, Aslam.

Akansha’s narration-

It was 12:00 am in the night. I was waiting anxiously for my parents to come and wish me. I was acting as if I was asleep, as I always liked the surprise which I used to get for my birthdays. This being my 18th birthday, it was really special for me. I heard my mom trying to wake me up. “Akansha, Akansha beta, please get up, we have a surprise for you”. I, acting as if I just got up from sleep, rubbed my eyes and asked my mom why she woke me up at this time of the night.

She immediately kissed on my forehead and wished me “Happy birthday”. Behind her was my father and my sister. Then my father immediately closed my eyes and took me out to my room veranda and opened my eyes. In front was a white Maruti car. He also kissed on my forehead and handed over the keys of the car to me. I was almost in tears and couldn’t say a word.

I then hugged both my parents and thanked them. My sister pulled me downstairs towards the car. They then made me cut a cake which was placed on the car. I hugged my parents once again and said I couldn’t thank them enough. My dad then gave me few warnings and precautions about the car and my driving. Typical fatherly words.

The next day morning I got up early in excitement. Got ready in a jiffy, had my breakfast, took my parents blessings and left in my car to the temple. My best friend Niharika knew how to drive, but I did not know. After reaching the temple, we got the pooja done for my car. I was unable to wait anymore, as I was thinking about the party I was going to throw in the night to everyone. The party was planned at a posh pub and I invited all my friends to it.

My dad asked Aslam, our driver to do double duty, i.e. late night shift only for today knowing that I would be late to home that night, being my birthday. He said the driver would take me to the party, stay there till the party got over and drop me back home in my car. I happily obliged as I understood my father’s worry.

I ran into my room immediately to get ready. I being pretty tall had long legs but unfortunately had a huge butt. This made the short gown extremely short as my huge arse lifted it more. I quickly changed into the skirt. The skirt was also short but better than the gown. I wore an off-white colored shirt over the skirt. The shirt being little transparent I had to wear a black spaghetti top inside it. To complement the dress, I wore the same off-white colored heels. I wore a shrug over my shirt and wore a tight jeans under my skirt.

I know my dress looked funny with the shrug and jeans, but I had to wear them for my parents so that I wouldn’t give them a mini heart attack. I then put my best perfume and light make-up. After getting ready my phone rang and it was almost 9:00pm. It was my friend Niharika over the phone, asking me to pick her. In a hurry, I ran downstairs, kissed my dad and mom good bye and asked the driver to take me to Niharika’s house.

After getting into the backseat of the car, I removed my shrug and the jeans. After picking up Niharika, we reached the place by 9:45pm. I being a non-alcoholic, didn’t booze at all. But Niharika was a heavy drinker. We had amazing fun till 12:00 am, the time the cops show up. By that time, Niharika was in her happy own world. She was so drunk that she was barely able to walk. She being shorter than me, I could carry her to the car. But it was not as easy as I thought, as she was little chubby. Mind it she wasn’t extremely chubby, but the kind of chubby any guy would love.

I made her sit in the front seat and kept the window open so that she would get some fresh air. I got into back seat of the car and asked the driver to drop Niharika to her house. Her house was pretty far. I than called my parents and told that I am on my way to drop Niharika to her house.

We were going at a good speed and front window was open. Niharika was leaning back on the back of the front seat. She also wore a short skirt and a shirt. But she didn’t tuck in her skirt. Due to the wind her skirt, all of a sudden, blew upwards and exposed her milky thighs and her panty.

First I didn’t notice it but when I saw the driver looking at her for some time, I immediately came to know about it. I then in a jiffy moved little forward and put her skirt back into its position. But unfortunately Niharika was not allowing to hold her skirt back. I then closed the window on her side and got back to my place. Once again Niharika pulled her skirt up and asked the driver to the increase the AC blower. I was trying my best to get her skirt back to position. The driver seeing my difficulty said that it was ok and leave her, he promised that he wouldn’t look that side. I don’t know why but I blindly believed him and sat in my place.

After a couple of minutes, I fell asleep. But all of a sudden, I started hearing some strange sounds and I got up. To my shock the sound was of Niharika moaning bursa escort in pleasure. I immediately looked towards the driver, being the gentleman I expected him to be, he was just watching the road. I got up and saw Niharika. She was rubbing her pussy over her panty and moaning loudly. I just didn’t know want to do. My best friend was trying to masturbate in front of my driver, in a car, on a road where I couldn’t find any living forms other than the street dogs. I just asked the driver to stop the car and got out to get Niharika to the back seat.

I opened the door and found her trying to remove her panty. I pulled her hands back and put the skirt back to its position and tried to lift her but was unable to lift her. Seeing my difficulty, the driver offered to help me. I didn’t know what to say but accepted his help as I wanted to help Niharika. He came to the other side and lifted Niharika in his arms and placed her in the back seat.

While getting into the backseat I tripped over stone and fell down. Till then I thought it was my best birthday but for the past half an hour it has turned into a nightmare because of my drunkard best friend Niharika. The driver tried to lift me and while helping he placed his arms around my hips which made my heart stop and I was scared to the core. But he gently placed me in the back seat and went to his place. That was the first time a guy has placed his hands on my hip. It made really scared but somewhere in the corner of my heart, I had a tingly feeling.

I wanted to get back to my home as Niharika was in a really bad state and I cannot drop her to her house in this condition. My home was another 1 hour away from this part of the city. I was still having a hard time holding Niharika’s skirt back in place and my leg was really hurting from the fall. But the real twist came from Niharika, in a fit of anger that I was not allowing her to do anything, she ripped apart my shirt. Luckily, I had my Spaghetti top on. I thought of leaving the driver there and driving back my way. But I knew I won’t be able to handle Niharika in this state and drive the car.

Then the driver in a low voice said it would be better for me to leave her on her own as she would embarrass me more if I hold her back anymore. Though I knew he spoke too much for a lowly driver, I felt it was good idea as it would be better to embarrass herself in front of a driver rather getting myself embarrassed. I left her hands and leaned back and acted as if I was getting into sleep as I didn’t want to see what she would do to herself. As soon as I left her hands, she lifted her skirt and started rubbing again. She then slowly put her one hand on her boobs and started massaging them. I saw the driver who was still looking at the road and driving. I then saw Niharika’s panty which was really wet. Seeing that I don’t know why but I had an itchy feeling in my pussy. Slowly Niharika removed her shirt. She was in her bra.

Then the driver looked back, I acted as if I was asleep. He was going really slow and watching Niharika in between. I was too scared to say anything to him. After making sure that was I asleep, he took his phone and started taking pics of Niharika, who was in her bra with her skirt moved up. I was sweating heavily and scared as shit. I didn’t know if I should shout at him and take the phone or leave him so that he wouldn’t do anything to me. And my dear friend Niharika was in her own world, her eyes closed, she removed her skirt and started rubbing all over her tummy and boobs. She had a small cute tummy due to her chubby nature. The driver then left the phone in video mode I guess and he was driving very slowly looking at the road. But I was happy that video capture would be bad as there was no light. By the time I looked towards Niharika, she was completely naked and masturbating. This was the first time I saw another girl naked.

She had very good boobs which were firm and pink in color. She also had her pussy shaved. She was masturbating vigorously and moaning loudly. Looking at her made my pussy wet. Then I looked out of the window and found that we were in a deserted area. The driver suddenly stopped the car and looked back. I once again closed my eyes and acted as if I was in a deep sleep. From my half closed eyes, I could see that he was taking few more pics of my friend. By now Niharika completely passed out and fell on me. She was lying stark naked on me. I noticed that the driver stopped taking pics and started removing his pant. I was scared as hell and my heart was beating faster. Crazy thoughts were running through my mind.

At one point I thought of jumping out of the vehicle and running away or hitting the driver with a rod. But then I realized that I couldn’t leave my best friend behind and where would I find a rod in the middle of nowhere. I then became scared. I did not want to lose my virginity on my 18th birthday, and that to, with a Muslim driver. Then again I looked at the driver, he was masturbating with one hand and running the other all over bursa escort bayan my friend. He then sprayed his cum all over my friend. He himself then took a bottle of water and wiped my friend all over. While wiping her, he ran his hands all over her body. He played with the nice firm boobs, he then massaged her small tummy, he even smelled her pussy.

After playing and cleaning her, he got back to his seat and was just relaxing. He was neither moving the car nor wearing his trousers back. I was getting restless at the back. But somewhere I was relived that he didn’t do anything to us. In fact it even turned me on. After Approximately 10 minutes he turned back again. He then lifted my friend who was lying over me. I really couldn’t understand what he was going to do. He slowly lifted my top and removed it. I didn’t move a bit. I was hating it and enjoying it at the same time. I was even ashamed of myself for letting him do it. But I knew I was helpless and somehow I felt confident that he wouldn’t do anything. He then pressed my 34d boobs over my bra and he slowly slid his hand under my panty.

As soon as I felt his hands over my pussy, I shuddered. He jumped to the back seat and sat between my friend and me. My friend, still passed out, was lifted by him and he made her lie on his laps. Her boobs were touching his thighs and her face was really close to his dick.

He was ogling all over my body. Again he got back to my pussy. All this was making me wet. I didn’t leave out any moan because if he came to know that I was enjoying it, he would definitely insert his tool into me. I can’t deny that I was enjoying it, but I kept my fingers crossed that he would not penetrate into me. He played with my pussy for some time. He then felt both our bodies completely. His hand on my flat tummy made me ooze some more fluids from my pussy. When he was done feeling our body, he moved the front seat forward to the maximum position and he sat down facing towards me, between Niharika’s legs. I could see his wet tongue all over her pussy.

I just lied there unable to move, I completely forgot about my pain due to the fall. After a couple of minutes, he inserted his dick in Niharika’s mouth and she almost puked, but luckily he removed it from her mouth, I guess he wasn’t comfortable with the position. As expected he inserted it again slowly in my friends mouth and started moving front and back. Soon he shot his load all over my friends mouth and face. I was happy that she was passed out or else she would have puked all over his dick.

He got dressed and got down to get to the front seat and drove us back home within no time and stopped our car little far off my home. He groped my boob and started waking me up. When I opened my eyes he removed his hand from my boob and placed it on the knee. He said we were at home and asked me to dress my friend. I had the extra key to the back door. I don’t know why I felt like this but, I told him that’s ok he could take us back home like this and I requested him to carry my friend to my room, to which he happily obliged.

After reaching my home, I quietly opened the back door. He carried Niharika, stark naked, in his arms and started towards my room. My friends assets were crushed to his body and I can’t explain the scene in words. Just imagine a guy carrying my friend stark naked towards my room and parents sleeping inside. While he was carrying her, I clicked some pics from my mobile, without his knowledge. He put her on my bed. I thanked him and him Rs. 500 as a tip. He just smiled and went away.

After getting fresh, I laid on my bed and started thinking about the incidents that happened. I wasn’t able to decide if it was a great birthday or a bad one. But luckily I experienced something new. I had nude pics of Niharika and the best part was that I could pull my friends leg with all those pics that I also clicked.

The next morning, I expressed my desire to get a driving license to my dad and he readily agreed. It was decided that from next week I will start learning driving. I suggested to Dad that I join a Driving school but Dad told me that since we have a permanent driver Aslam, he can teach me driving.

When my Mom opposed the idea, my dad told that there is nothing wrong in a male teacher teaching me how to drive. On the contrary he was telling me that a male will have more control over the vehicle in case I loose control. Next day morning I woke up early, took bath and dressed up in a long t-shirt and a jeans. It was morning 5 am and the road was empty. Aslam told me to do some stretches so that my body can become more agile. He asked me to bend and touch my toes with my fingers. He went and stood behind me. I reluctantly tried to bend forward but I was unable to do so. He silently stood behind me. Once satisfied he took me to the car.

He asked me to start the car. I did it but it failed to start as I was not giving enough force to it. He asked me to move back and cautiously turned the key hard enough to start the vehicle escort bursa without touching me. I stopped it and again tried it and this time I was able to start it. I was happy. He smiled at me and gave me thumbs up signal. He taught me how to put the car in gear and press the accelerator. It jerked to a stop every time I started it.

But after doing it a number of times I was now successfully able to move the car forward. I cautiously took the car for a round. But I then realized that I was a sloppy driver. I nearly went and hit a lamp post but for the timely action taken by him to press the brake by putting his leg between mine to stop the car to a sudden halt. That was the first contact of his legs on mine. He quickly pulled back his legs and told me to be more careful. I told him that I was not feeling very comfortable with power steering.

He told me to that he will guide my hands from then on. I again started the car but this time he slowly placed his hand on mine and slowly turned the steering so that the car won’t go off the track. I was wearing a t shirt and don’t know why a shiver ran through my spine when he touched my hand. He then left my hand after sometime and let me control the steering. He then placed his hand on my bare arm and applied some pressure to control the car movements. I did not oppose to any of his moves which gave him more confidence.

He let me go home after 45 mins training and asked me come back tomorrow same time. I went back home thinking about the events. Dad enquired about my progress I told him what I had learned and he seemed impressed.

Next day morning, I wore a short shirt and jeans. He again made me do some exercise. He served me hot tea also. We again started the same routine story of starting the car, putting into gear. He now had confidently caught hold of my hands and guiding me to drive in a straight line. He lightened his grip on me and told me to change gear to 3rd. I did as I was told. I increased the accelerator and car started picking up speed.

He told me go easy on the speed. But I was somehow pressing the accelerator too hard. I looked at the speedometer and it read 70. I was shocked. I was going way too fast. I looked at him. He then did what I never expected him to do. He placed his hand on my knee and slowly lifted my leg thereby reducing the pressure on the gas pedal. He told me to look straight and drive and not to worry about the speed as he will adjust it by applying pressure on my knee. I slowly looked down to my legs.

He had initially kept his hand on my knee but now I felt that he was moving it up a bit towards by thighs. I tried to concentrate on my driving. He meticulously applied pressure on my leg now to speed up or slow down the car.. His hand was on my thighs over my jeans now. I felt he was slowly rubbing it. I tried to ignore it. He then suddenly removed his hand from my thighs and analyzed how I was doing without his support. Without his hand, I was pressing the accelerator too hard. I managed to cross 80 kms/hr mark.

I was really not able to control the speed. Suddenly a big truck came into view, even though it was at a considerable distance from my car. I started to panic and my hands begin to shake. As the truck came closer. I brutally turned the steering to the left making the car go off the road. He looked alarmed. He screamed at me to press the brake and I slammed the brake with all my might. The car skidded to a halt. I was pulled forward and my chest slammed against the steering wheel. He was pushed toward the windscreen.

I was still shaking. He told me relax. I was not able to. There was no other vehicle on the road. He slowly adjusted my seat so that I was now in a 150 degrees angle. He asked me to cool down and close my eye. My body was shivering. He then kept his hands on my shoulders and made me lie back on my seat. With his hands he closed both my eyes. My legs were shaking. He opened the window near my side and let the air hit me. I felt cold. He then slowly kept his hand on my thigh. He tried to slowly caress it. I regained my senses and opened my eyes.

He again motioned me to close my eyes. I reluctantly closed it again. He started gently massaging my thigh. His hand now moved slowly towards my inner thighs. I felt a tingle of excitement between my legs. He asked me take in deep breaths. I took in a couple of deep breaths. I wanted to tell him to remove his hands from my thighs but something in me stopped me from telling him that. I kind a liked that feeling.

After a while he told me that he will drive back and he asked me come at 4:30 am the following day where traffic will be even lesser. I was feeling drowsy. I somehow managed to reach home got ready for college. All the while in college I was thinking about his hands on my thighs. Was it on purpose that he tried to massage it, was it just concern?

I wanted to find out. The next day morning I woke up early and decided to test him. I wore a shirt and a skirt. Not a mini skirt but it came till my knees. It was made of a thin silk material. As i walked towards the car, I had to hold the skirt from being blown up in the wind. No one was awake at that time, but I did not want to take any chance. I saw him sipping tea. He looked different today. He was wearing a short, actually a very short one… a tight one…he wore a t shirt.

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