Please note that until now, whatever I have written has been a true story. Just like Leesha, I wish I couldn’t have interacted with Dileep ji. It would be my honour to meet a legend. If possible, let’s wish the legend was reborn so that he could live his life once again as king.
Leesha’s fingers tightened around the phone. Payal’s voice softened, the weight of the story about to unfold pressing down on her. “Jasmine,” Payal began, her tone thoughtful, almost reverent, “is doing her Masters in cardiology now. But back then, she was something else entirely.”
Leesha leaned back against the wall, her breath shallow as she listened. This was it. The story she’d been craving. The one that would bring her closer to understanding Dileep, even if only through the echoes of his past.
Payal continued, her voice low and intimate, as though she were sharing a secret too precious to be spoken aloud. “Dileep and I were, well, you know how we were. One night, while we were together, he made a request. He asked if he could have someone younger. Someone in their early twenties.”
Leesha’s pulse quickened. Of course, he would. Dileep was a man who thrived on exploration and pushing boundaries. She could almost picture him, that mischievous glint in his eye, his voice dripping with desire as he made the request.
“It was the first time he’d ever asked me for something like that,” Payal admitted. Her tone was a mix of pride and something deeper. “And I couldn’t refuse him. I didn’t want to. So I found Jasmine.”
Leesha closed her eyes, imagining the scene. A young woman, barely out of her teens. She had a rebellious streak hidden beneath a veneer of innocence. Just the kind Dileep would be drawn to.
“Jasmine was a brat,” Payal said with a chuckle. “Came from a religious family, but she had this secret, naughty side. She wasn’t studious, so I called her to my room and made her an offer.”
Leesha could feel the tension building, the anticipation coiling in her stomach. “What did you say to her?”
“I told her I’d help her pass her exams,” Payal explained, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But in return, she had to sleep with someone I chose. And it had to be a secret.”
Leesha’s breath hitched. The audacity of it. The way Payal described it, so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And perhaps, in their world, it was.
“She acted all innocent at first,” Payal continued, her tone amused. “But I called her out. I told her I knew her whore attitude. I gave her a choice—accept, or I’d find someone else.”
Leesha’s lips parted in surprise. How could Payal be so bold? And yet, she admired it. The way Payal wielded power unapologetically, fearlessly.
“Jasmine didn’t hesitate,” Payal said, her voice brimming with satisfaction. “She agreed immediately. I think she was excited by the idea, even if she wouldn’t admit it.”
Leesha’s mind raced, trying to picture Jasmine. A young girl caught between the expectations of her family and the temptation of the forbidden. What must she have felt, knowing she was about to enter a world she’d only dreamed of?
“The day finally came,” Payal continued, her tone shifting, becoming more intimate, more sensual. “Jasmine showed up at my house dressed in blue jeans and a red T-shirt. She saw Dileep and, well, she tried to act nonchalant.”
Leesha could imagine Jasmine’s reaction. The way her eyes would have widened, her breath catching as she took in Dileep’s commanding presence. Who wouldn’t feel that way, standing before him?
“She told him she’d finish it quick,” Payal said, laughing softly. “Ten minutes, and that was it. But she told me to keep my word as if she didn’t trust me.”
Leesha’s heart was pounding now. Her body reacted to the story in ways she couldn’t control. What happened next? How did it feel, knowing what was about to happen?
“I just laughed,” Payal admitted, her voice warm with amusement. “I knew Dileep. I knew what he was capable of. And sure enough, they were still in the room three hours later.”
Three hours. Leesha’s mind reeled. What must it have been like being with him for that long? Feeling his hands, his mouth, his
“When Dileep finally came out,” Payal continued, her tone tinged with pride, “Jasmine was, well, she was different. She was completely exhausted, but there was this look in her eyes. She told me it was the best sex she’d ever had.”
Leesha’s breath caught. Of course, it was. Dileep was a master, after all. He knew how to take someone apart and put them back together, leaving them forever changed.
“And then,” Payal said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “she asked me if she could come back the next week.”
Leesha’s eyes widened. She wanted more, and even after all that, Jasmine wasn’t satisfied. She craved Dileep, just like Leesha did.
Payal chuckled softly. “I told her I’d let her know. But Dileep told me everything. Every detail, every moment. He wanted to share it with me like he always did.”
Leesha’s body was on fire, her imagination running wild. What did he do to her? How did he make her feel?
“There was so much,” Payal continued, her voice husky now, filled with desire. “Foreplay, of course. He adored her armpits, her bellybutton. He licked her pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore. And the way he talked to her was dirty, abusive, demanding. He made her kneel, made her suck his cock. They did 69 position, and he spat on her face. He even licked her asshole. Can you believe it?”
Leesha’s breath was coming in short gasps now, her body reacting to every word. He’d done all that. It was so raw, so primal. Exactly what she imagined him to be.
“And he didn’t stop there,” Payal added, her voice trembling with excitement. “He tied her up and tried some light bondage. He made her beg for it and made her call him sir. And when he finally came, he made her swallow every drop.”
Leesha’s legs felt weak, her knees threatening to buckle. She could picture it so clearly. Dileep towered over Jasmine, his hands gripping her hair, his voice commanding. The way he would have looked at her, with that mix of lust and control, the way he would have made her feel
“And you know what the best part was?” Payal asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “She loved it. She begged for more. She wanted him to do it again and again.”
Leesha’s heart was racing, her body trembling with the force of her desires. She wanted that, too. She wanted to feel what Jasmine felt, be dominated by him, and surrender completely.
“Leesha,” Payal said softly, pulling her back to the present. “Do you see now? Do you understand why I couldn’t refuse him?”
Leesha nodded, even though Payal couldn’t see her. Yes, she understood. Dileep wasn’t just a man. He was an experience, a force of nature. And once he touched you, you were never the same.
“Payal,” Leesha whispered, her voice trembling. “I need to meet Jasmine. I need to know.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Payal sighed. “Alright. I’ll arrange it. But Leesha, be careful. This path you’re on is not for the faint of heart.”
Leesha’s breath hitched. Careful? She didn’t want to be careful. She wanted to dive headfirst into the abyss, to feel everything, to lose herself completely.
“Thank you, Payal,” she said, her voice firm now, resolute. “I’ll be ready.”
As she hung up the phone, Leesha felt a surge of anticipation course through her. Jasmine. She was the key, the bridge between her and Dileep. And soon, Leesha would find out just how far she was willing to go.
Leesha’s heart raced as she stood outside Payal’s apartment. Her fingers were trembling as she pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed in the hallway, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. What could Payal possibly have that she hadn’t shared yet?
The thought gnawed at her, a mix of curiosity and anticipation coiling in her belly. The door opened, and Payal stood there, her usual composed demeanour softened by a small, enigmatic smile. “Leesha,” she said warmly, stepping aside to let her in. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Leesha stepped inside, the familiar scent of Jasmine and sandalwood wrapping around her. She followed Payal into the living room, where the soft hum of classical music played in the background. The room was bathed in warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the plush furniture.
Payal gestured for Leesha to sit on the couch. “Before we begin, I need you to promise me something,” she said, her voice low and serious.
Leesha frowned, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?”
“What I’m about to share with you is something I’ve never told anyone,” Payal said, her eyes fixed on Leesha’s. “It’s a secret that’s been buried for years. But given how much we both loved Dileep, it’s time you knew.”
Leesha’s breath caught in her throat. A secret? Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. “I promise,” she said earnestly.
Payal nodded, satisfied. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small USB drive. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is a gift. A piece of Dileep that I’ve kept hidden for far too long.”
Leesha’s eyes widened as she took the drive, the cool metal pressed against her palm. “What’s on it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Payal’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Plug it into the TV and find out.”
With trembling hands, Leesha stood and walked over to the television. She inserted the USB drive and waited as the screen flickered to life. The room was silent, save for the faint sound of their breathing.
The image appeared—a high-angle shot of a bedroom, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the space. And there, in the centre of the frame, was Dileep. His bare chest glistened with sweat, his chiselled muscles taut as he moved with a deliberate, almost predatory grace.
Beneath him was a woman—Jasmine—her golden skin flushed with pleasure as she writhed beneath him. Leesha’s breath hitched. Dileep. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body reacting instinctively to the sight of him. His hands gripped Jasmine’s hips.
His thrusts were deep and measured, each one drawing a breathy moan from her lips. The camera captured every detail. The way his muscles flexed, the way his eyes darkened with desire, the way he dominated her completely. Leesha’s legs felt weak, and she sank onto the soft carpet, her eyes glued to the screen.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away, couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling low in her belly. This was Dileep. This was the man she had longed for, the man she had dreamed of. Her fingers moved on their own, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt to find the dampness already gathering there.
She didn’t care that Payal was in the room. All she cared about was the sight of Dileep, how he moved, and how he took control. She could almost feel his hands on her, his voice in her ear, telling her what he wanted, what he was going to do to her.
“Leesha,” Payal’s voice broke through her haze, but it was distant, almost irrelevant. “You’re not alone in this.”
Leesha glanced up to see Payal sitting beside her, her hand slipping beneath her skirt. There was a look of understanding in Payal’s eyes, a shared longing that transcended words.
Payal smiled softly. “I did the same thing this morning,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “Watched it. Remembered him.”
Leesha felt a surge of connection, a bond that went beyond anything she had ever felt. This wasn’t just about desire. It was about something deeper that tied them both to Dileep in a way that no one else could understand.
As the video continued, Leesha focused on the screen. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She could hear Jasmine’s cries, the sound of skin against skin, the commanding tone of Dileep’s voice as he told her what to do. It was all too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough.
“Oh god,” Leesha moaned, her body trembling as she neared the edge. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. “Dileep ”
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, leaving her breathless and shuddering. She opened her eyes to see Payal in a similar state, her climax written across her face.
The room was silent for a moment. The only sound is their ragged breathing. Then Payal reached out and squeezed Leesha’s hand. “He would have loved to see you like this,” she said softly.
Leesha felt a pang of longing, a bittersweet ache that she knew would never fully go away. “I wish,” she began, but her voice trailed off. She didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
Payal stood and walked over to the TV, pausing the video. “There’s more,” she said. “I think we should watch it together.”
Leesha nodded, her desire reigniting at the thought. “Yes,” she said, her voice steady now. “Together.”
As Payal settled beside her, Leesha felt a sense of anticipation, a hunger that was impossible to ignore. The video resumed. Once again, she was lost in the world of Dileep, in the memory of a man who had left an indelible mark on her heart—and body.
“Look at him,” Payal whispered, her hand moving again. “So powerful, so… ”
Leesha didn’t need prompting. Her eyes were fixed on Dileep, the way he commanded the room, the woman beneath him, even the camera. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she murmured, her fingers finding their way back to her core.
“Neither can I,” Payal replied, her voice trembling with a mix of laughter and lust. “But here we are.”
The air between them was electric, charged with shared desire and unspoken understanding. They were two women bound by the same man, by the same longing that had been etched into their souls.
And as the video played on, they surrendered to it completely. Their moans mingled with the sounds from the screen. Their bodies trembled with the echoes of a passion that would never fade.
“Dileep…” Payal whispered, her voice breaking.
“Dileep…” Leesha echoed, her voice filled with the same desperate yearning.
Two mature girls shamelessly masturbated, looking at their demigod of sex.
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It is said that many people are born and die. Only a few live as legends. Even after their death, they are heroes and create history.
The legacy of Dileep will continue!
