Any details or experience with male maid/driver ?
Does anyone have good experience with male house maid or driver or their staff ? I am sure lots have lots to say and share Reply/Post a comment
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Darkstarchild | Posted On Jun 11, 2017
I have *** my friend driver and his friend. havd has a few watchmen and drivers too |
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Sidd18 | Posted On Jun 11, 2017
I had a male maid at home and his name was Raju. He was around 19 years old when I hired him and he would stay at our place. He had a great *** and enjoyed me holding it and giving him a HJ. Once he gave me a good BJ and I still cherish those great memories. Unfortunately, his father got him a job elsewhere for more money while he did not want to change jobs. I took good care of him and would shop for him as well. |
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Sinful | Posted On Jun 12, 2017
i had a male helper in our house when i use to work in call centre some 10 years back,He was from Gorakhpur UP, i was sleeping 1 fine day in afternoon and he was cleaning the room,
My hands were hanging down the bed and i felt something on my hand,it was his half up Pe*is, it was pretty thick and uncut,
I pretended to sleep and he kept thrusting in my hand, after some time he left without climax
he cam again when i was in deep sleep this time i thought im having a nightfall but it was his *** kissing my Pe*nis,
i again pretended to sleep and he had got my shorts down and was almost on me
he might have being in his 20,athlete physique and smooth with pretty big hairy pubes and dong
he made me jizzed and and then continue to feel my back and help himself
When i got up we made some bed shaking fun
he vanished in thin air after going to village and so miss him
need a house help like him again |
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Vicky123 | Posted On Jun 13, 2017
I have a driver of my age 30-32 he is tan and well built. I have a habbit of sitting on the seat right behind him whenever there is another passenger with us. When it gets dark outside, i put my toes / feet up on the seat from back side (from the gap between seat and back rest).
With my toes i keep fiddling and rubbing his ***. Some times trying to pull down his underwear. He has never objected or never even passed me any hint if he is liking it. He usually pretends as nothing is happening. He doesnt even gets nervous!
I did not have guts to take it further.
Once when i and he were alone and I was in the front row seat next to him, i asked him if i can place my hand on his thigh? He surprisingly asked why and i had no guts to answer.
Just wondering his orientation.
Would love to engage a gay / bi driver. Guys pls suggest if u know someone. |
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devangp21 | Posted On Jun 15, 2017
May you please refer someone to me as well... looking for a driver anyway... i dont know if its a good idea though... |
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Lust&Love | Posted On Jun 17, 2017
I had an experience with an Ola guy. I boarded the taxi from BKC to Mulund around 1:30 AM. I made a point to go ahead with it only if I found the driver to be good (in the picture on Ola app). This guy was south Indian, athletic and rugged. I sat next to him and then started a light conversation about his driving experience, traffic etc. He was quite good to talk and I learnt he's not married. I asked him if he has a GF to which he said NO. I took a bold step and asked him how he vents out his sexual urge. he smiled and said nothing concrete. Finally, one I was near to my destination, I asked him if he minds If I give him some pleasure. I made it quite clear n made him at ease that no one gonna watch it and he gonna love it for sure. After 5 mins of conversation, I just grabbed his crotch, caressed it and made him hard. Later, unzipped and popped the rod out. It was thick and long. I gave a nice hand job to him but in a quickie, cleaned his shaft with tissue n left. I long for such more experiences. |
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greenguy12us | Posted On Jun 27, 2017
I had best experiences with ola guys. The ones who drive on salary basis and don't own the car. They are outsiders. In night they also look for hook ups. Been lucky several times. |
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NaughtyBoy99 | Posted On Feb 25, 2018
I met a college student once and made out with him in OLA |
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ONLY1ADITYA9 | Posted On May 8, 2018
we have a male domestic helper in our house.. i like seducing them by changing in fron of them.. moving around in underwear.. asking them to get my towel when i am in shower and show them my naked body..
once i had asked him to massage my lower back as it was paining... i was in my towel and it dropped... i didnt bother to cover it again ,.. i like to waear shorts and sit on chair in such a way that my underwear is clearly visible to them.. |
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Teacher | Posted On May 9, 2018
I am looking for a office boy (20-30 age group) For basic work in office, cleaning and all. At the same time, can drive as well. I often drive to out station like Pune and Nashik. Over night stay in hotel with me and good salary. Office at vile parle. |
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Lovelust_1 | Posted On Jul 16, 2019
I had to travel nearby City due to work. I hired a cab from a car rental website for a day. After reaching the destination I came to know meeting will be delayed by an hour. I thought of sitting in my car itself. I started chatting with driver. He was watching YouTube videos in his phone. I asked internet hai? He said ha hamari company GPS ke liye deti hai. I asked him wo sab bhi dekhte ho? He smiled and said Angrezi nahi ata na sahab, kaise dekhte hai batao. I showed him how to search B grade movies on YouTube. Didn't show *** because I thought they might check his network history. YouTube was a safer option. He got aroused even by those videos. As I was sitting on back seat and pretending to sleep, he thought I'm sleeping. He literally masturbated to those videos. Then I moved for my meeting and came back. It was hot to see a rugged dehati man wanking to straight *** in front of me. |
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Ronaktripathi | Posted On Sep 15, 2019
I had with my tuition teacher male servant......once in left he was try to touch mine...that time i din realised. Once after my ssc i went to.meet teacher that time as teacher was not there gone out i was in her room waiting and these made came with glass of water i was standing near window watching out he gave d glass..n stood there n was talking slowly his hand were touching my *** i understud n he too understud as i got hard he gave quickly hj n bj amazing experience. |
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Ryan Dino | Posted On Feb 6, 2022
I recently had an experience with a painter guy. He had come.to do a recce of my rented apartment for a retouch. I waa in shorts with jockstrap Under and a black tee. He did not ever drop a hint that he was checking me out. However his sexiness took over his innocence. I rubbed my *** against his crotch while entering the bedroom. From here on he seemed like a pro. We discussed the painting details etc and then came to the living room. I offered him cigarette and in no time we were discussing his gym body and he willingly wanted to show it to me. I looked at him and asked "goli chahiye?" He said "Haan". I went to the bedroom to get viagra and walked past him saying "utaar".by the time I was back this boy was in his undies. He took the pill and pulled me closer towards him with his arm around me. And then said...Haan bolo kya bol rahe the aap...while kissing me on the neck
. And that's how it started
So the point is there are plenty of such sexy drivers, delivery boys, auto guys etc
can we btw kind to each other and share their numbers in private
I could start with my guy's. Let me know. |
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Bubblybottom | Posted On Oct 23, 2022
I have done drivers and mature house help.
I went to a date once .. he was alone with house help wife was out of town. House help guided me to the bedroom and I started my session with my date .. little later suddenly I see this house help open the door and walk inside and serve the date with his glass of wine .. I got scared for being naked but then the date asked if I wanted two *** ..
I agreed and then had *** |
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Monte carlo | Posted On Oct 23, 2022
I have casual fun with my office staff sometime & he really likes this a lot though he is straight intrested in girls but i made him bisexual & we have a blast when we do. He likes to be touched,kissed & cuddle. He gets immd aroused. |
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Navluv | Posted On Dec 23, 2022
I get along well with labour class people
Have had made good friendship and had *** too with a few
But the worst part is 9 out of 10 want money in exchange of ***/friendship and few *** mates have blackmiled to expose me to my family if I don't comply.
So be careful guys |
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justbored16 | Posted On Apr 25, 2023
Last summer I dropped a friend of mine at the international airport and then headed home. Took a taxi, the driver was hot. Middle-aged, bald (usually not my type), but had a broad chest, slightly hairy, and thicker arms. Once we were halfway home, we started talking. I noticed he kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror. During our talks, he asked me if I am married or not. I told him I wasn’t and I kinda like it that way. He laughed and commented saying “phir toh aap bahut chodte honge”, to which I replied “haan, aur chudta bhi hu”. He looked around at me and said I kinda was hoping you’ll be a bottom. I was not shocked, but faked it and asked him “are you a top?” He said yes, and started narrating to me about his various hookups.
Once we got to my place, I invited him over. He went crazy over my tits, and then rimmed me for a long time. I’m very tight, and he realised that. Once I was loose enough, he made me lay on my belly, and started thrusting in. He had a 9inch *** - this would’ve been by far the biggest *** I’d have ever taken. Once he was considerably in, he grabbed onto my tits and *** the *** out of me. It took him well over 30 mins to ***, and when he did he came in the condom. |
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Anonymous9987 | Posted On Oct 24, 2024
Hello any one having any contacts....I want to go bandra on tomorrow from ghansoli and I am new into this no any prior experience and want to try once fun in the car ..... |
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Vayavya | Posted On Jul 17, 2025
The bungalow in that lively Kerala tourist town was my refuge from the chaos of night shifts at the resort. Three bedrooms, creaky floors, and a garden bursting with hibiscus and banana trees—it was too big for just me, but it felt like a home with Tirupathi Anna around. The old gardener was all sinew and smiles, helping me unpack, fixing the temperamental stove, and insisting I eat more. “You’re too skinny for all this work,” he’d say, handing me a banana or a cup of sweet chai.
His son, Venkatesh—Venky—rolled up every evening on a clunky bicycle, its chain rattling like it was on its last legs. He was maybe 22, a bit younger than me, with a lean, sun-darkened frame and dark eyes that dodged mine when I teased him. He was cute in a quiet way—messy hair, faded tees clinging to his skin in the humid air. Our chats were light at first: the weather, his Ayurveda classes, my job. But I noticed how he lingered, kicking at the gravel, like he didn’t want to leave.
Venky loved teaching me Malayalam, half to help, half to mess with me. “Say ‘nanni’ for thanks,” he’d grin, or throw in cheeky slang like “poda” when I got cocky. One evening, sprawled on the bungalow’s steps with chai, he tried teaching me “vegam” for “hurry up.” I botched it, saying “kundi” instead, and he nearly choked on his tea, laughing so hard his eyes teared up. “That means ***!” he gasped, and I groaned, smacking his arm. “Great, so I’m swearing now?” We were in stitches, and then he leaned in, all sly. “You know, Mallu guys got a rep for long, strong ones. Just saying.” I snorted, shoving him. “Yeah, right, Venky. Talk’s cheap.” But the air got thick, our eyes locking, and that teasing turned into something hotter, heavier.
That moment cracked us open. Our bike rides to the resort got chattier, my hands resting easy on his waist as we wove through dusty lanes, his laughter bright when I teased him about his wobbly steering. But I could tell something was off—his jokes were sharper, his eyes tired. One day, he let it slip. “College is bleeding me dry,” he muttered, staring at the ground. “Dad’s pay isn’t enough, and I’m hustling side gigs. It’s rough.” His voice was tight, like he hated admitting it.
A week later, he showed up at the bungalow, fidgeting with a bottle of coconut oil. “You’re always complaining about your back,” he said, words tumbling out. “I’m good at Ayurveda massage. I could… you know, use the money.” His eyes flicked to mine, nervous but hopeful. I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “A massage, huh? Alright, but it better be good.” My voice dropped, playful but pointed. “And who knows, Venky? Keep me really happy, and you might earn more than you expect.” He blushed, but his gaze held mine, a spark of something bold flickering there.
It was a long weekend, the resort quiet, Anna off visiting family. We set up in the living room, the fan whirring lazily, windows open to the scent of rain-soaked earth and jasmine. I lay on a mat in a tank top and shorts, my pulse already racing as Venky knelt beside me. “Just relax,” he said, his voice a little shaky as he warmed the oil in his hands. Then his fingers hit my shoulders, and damn, it was like my body melted. His hands were strong, working out knots with slow, steady presses, the warm oil slicking over my skin. He traced my spine, lingering at the small of my back, and I let out a sigh I couldn’t hold back.
“You’re not bad,” I mumbled, face half-buried in the mat. He chuckled, low and nervous. “Told you.” But his hands got bolder, brushing the sides of my waist, and when his fingers grazed the sensitive skin under my shorts, my breath hitched. The air felt electric, heavy with what we weren’t saying. “Turn over,” he said, his voice rougher now, and I did, catching his eyes—dark, intense, no trace of shyness left.
On my back, I watched him pour more oil, his hands gliding over my arms, my collarbone, teasing the edge of my tank top. My heart was pounding, and when his fingers brushed my chest, I arched into him, a soft moan slipping out. He froze, his breath uneven. “This okay?” he asked, but his eyes were on my lips. I smirked, voice low. “Keep going, Venky. Make me happy.” It was a challenge, and he swallowed hard, his hands trembling as they tugged my top aside, baring my shoulder.
Then it broke. I pulled him down, our mouths crashing together—messy, hungry, tasting of coconut oil and want. His hands fumbled with my clothes, the oil making everything slick and urgent. We laughed when his shirt got stuck, my teasing “Real smooth” cut off by his lips on my neck. My shorts hit the floor, and when I saw him—god, his *** was impressive, eight inches, thick and heavy, the kind of Mallu *** I’d jokingly dreamt about after our “kundi” talk. I couldn’t help it—I reached for him, my lips wrapping around him, tasting the salt and heat of him. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, his voice a shaky “***…”
I was shy about my own body, smaller in comparison, so when I slid my underwear off, I turned, offering my *** instead. “Massage here,” I said, half-joking, but his hands were magic, kneading my cheeks, fingers brushing closer, teasing around my hole until I was trembling. Then he reached between my thighs, grabbing my *** from behind, stroking slow and firm, the pleasure so sharp I gasped, my hips bucking into his touch. “Venky…” I moaned, and he turned me over, his eyes burning.
I was shy, my cheeks hot as he looked at me, but he didn’t hesitate. His *** was on me, swallowing my *** in one smooth motion, *** with this perfect, hungry rhythm while his hands roamed. He tugged at my nipples, sharp little pulls that made me arch, and then his tongue was everywhere—licking my balls, my groin, the insides of my thighs, each swipe sending sparks through me. It was the best blowjob I’d ever had, sloppy and intense, his hands never stopping, massaging my chest, my sides, until I was a mess of moans and shivers.
I pulled him up, my hands roaming his body, and noticed his armpits—slightly hairy, with this clean, musky scent that drove me wild. I buried my face there, licking slow and long, savoring the taste of him, the way he shuddered and laughed, half-embarrassed. “You’re weird,” he teased, but his voice was thick with want. We moved together, the mat creaking, our bodies slick with oil and sweat, finding a rhythm that was desperate and perfect. His hands, his ***, the heat of him—it was all-consuming, the world shrinking to just us.
When it was over, we collapsed, panting and tangled, the fan humming above. Venky’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm, his laugh shaky. “Didn’t expect… all that,” he said, his face flushed. I grinned, slipping a few extra notes into his hand, my voice teasing but warm. “Told you—keep me happy, you earn more.” He blushed, but his smile was real, and as we lay there, the cicadas buzzing outside, the scent of coconut oil and him lingering, I knew this was more than a deal—it was us, raw and alive. |
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RH_Lannister | Posted On Jul 17, 2025
@Vayavya Sir what a beautiful narration...Hoping there would me more after this encounter...Eagerly waiting |
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panpipe69@gmail | Posted On Jul 17, 2025
Vayavya, you write so well!
Erotic narration at its best. |
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Rohanlove24 | Posted On Jul 17, 2025
So well narrated
I wish if I would be there with you |
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