Du erziehst deinen Cuckold... SeXStoRY

Langsam und voller Vorfreude gehst du die Treppe zur Wohnung hoch. Du steckst deinen Schlüssel in das Schloss. Durch die Tür hörst du bereits Musik und weißt: er ist zuhause. Kaum hast du die Wohnungstür geöffnet kommt er auch auf dich zu und begrüßt dich herzlich. Er nimmt dich liebevoll in den Arm und küsst dich. Ob er etwas merkt? Du selbst schmeckst noch die klebrige, salzige Flüssigkeit in deinem Mund, die du mir vom Schwanz gelutscht hast, nachdem wir es im Hotel wie die Tiere miteinander getrieben haben. Es geilt dich auf, ihn mit den Resten meines Saftes in deinem Mund zu küssen. Im Treppenhaus hast du noch in deine Hand gehaucht und bist dir sicher, dass du auch nach Sperma riechst, wenn du ihn anatmest. Er muss es doch ahnen - oder? Die Küsse sind erst zärtlich. Du wirst immer geiler bei der Vorstellung ihn mit meiner Wichse zu beschmutzen. Ihr küsst euch immer wilder. Wenn du ihn sonst betrogen hast, dann hast du dich immer danach gewaschen. Du hast dafür gesorgt, dass kein Beweis übrig bleibt, aber die Vorstellung ihn dadurch zu erniedrigen, dass du ihm klarmachst, dass du einem Anderen deine Löcher hinhälst macht dich so geil, dass du beschlossen hast, es nicht mehr zu tun. Er soll das fremde Sperma von dir lecken. In deiner Fantasie weiß er was er tut und macht es sogar gerne für dich. Er leckt dich sauber, von dem Anderen, von dem, der dich "beschmutzt" hat, von mir. Du wirst immer geiler. Du willst, dass er dir auch deine Spalte säubert. Du erinnerst dich an das Gefühl, als mein Schwanz tief in dir pulsiert hat. Darauf, wie mein Samen tief in deine Fotze gespritzt ist. Du erinnerst dich, wie du dich unterworfen hast, obwohl du dich eigentlich als eher dominant empfindest. Aber gerade die Tatsache mir all das zu bieten, was ihm verwehrt bleibt, hat dich umso mehr aufgegeilt. Du ziehst ihn auf die Couch, schiebst deinen Rock hoch und lässt dich von ihm lecken. Als du deine Möse freilegst strömt dir das Aroma entgegen, dass unser Sex in dir hinterlassen hat. Du fühlst dich zurückversetzt. Und während er dich leckt und dir dabei ins Gesicht schaut, denkst du daran, wie du vor mir gekniet hast und gebettelt hast, dass ich dich ficke und tief in dir abspritze. [Fortsetzung folgt...]

Ann the Farmers Wife finds her Daughters Vibrator SeXStoRY

Ann the farmers Wife gets snowed in day2 These are individual stories about a mature farmers wife and me (young virgin lad) back in the nineteen eighties and how we found out about sex and what we got up to over six months Ann finds her daughters vibrator Ann wakes me up the next morning by kissing my back “I think we better get up its seven o clock” Ann gets out of bed and I watch as she puts on her cotton knickers and her bra, bending forward letting her tits hang as she captures them in her bra then stands up straight to fasten it. “What can I wear today; my clothes are still in the washing machine” Ann goes out of the bedroom and I follow her in to her daughter’s bedroom. We find some bigger jeans for working outside and a tee shirt and jumper. “Would you mind wearing some knickers” as Ann pulled the drawer out and looked for some that were not pink, she went to the bottom of the pile and pulled this solid looking cream thing out. “My daughter has a vibrator,” Ann said as she turned the knob on the end and it set off vibrating “I’ve seen these in the magazine” Ann found me some knickers and I put them on, I was used to boxers and being loose but with these, I had a mighty looking bulge in them. Ann ran her hand over the front of them and my cock started to respond. Ann started to kiss me and my cock grew, squeezing out over the waistband, Ann’s hand was sliding up and down my shaft and I could feel my pre cum leaking on to her wrist. “Let’s have a quick fuck before I make breakfast” We went back to Ann’s bedroom, I pushed Ann back on to the bed, and she lifted her legs on to the bed and lifted her bum so I could take her knickers off. I got them down to her knees and lifted her legs straight in to the air. Ann’s hairy fanny and lips were squeezing out between her legs, her long slit very visible and fat swollen looking lips. I slid Ann’s daughter’s knickers down so my cock was free and with one hand on the bed I knelt down a bit and with my other hand, I rubbed my cock up and down her fanny lips. “Go on push it in” I could feel my cock parting her lips as I slid in to her and I got my other hand on to the bed. I had Ann’s legs up over my shoulders with her knickers across my chest. “Yes that’s it fuck me” Ann’s hands massaging her tits through her bra, pushing them together and squeezing her nipples. Ann felt tighter on me as her legs were together, she was panting and moaning as I pushed in to her making the mattress bounce. Her fanny squelching and getting louder, the faster I fucked her. Ann was holding on to my wrists pulling her tight on to me as we came together, both panting and my legs aching with bending I pulled Ann’s knickers off her legs and collapsed on to Ann. Our mouths kissing wildly as our cum squeezed past my cock. I climb off Ann and she wiped her fanny with her knickers before sitting up and kissing the tip of my cock. Then she pulled up her daughters knickers on me. “Come on breakfast now” We had a full morning feeding and looking for stock in the snow and the sheds to look to in the afternoon. It was five before I got back to the house. There was still no electric power yet but Ann was making tea on the range. “Go get your bath before tea and get some clean clothes from my daughter’s bedroom, I’ve already had a bath” I take a gas lamp up with me and find some more clothes and the vibrator. After my bath I put the vibrator under the coffee table then went in to the kitchen for our tea. After our tea we were in thr front room where the fire was on, I hadn’t notice what Ann’s was wearing with the poor light but when she took off her apron, it was the same skirt as last night. “I made something before tea, I didn’t feel like a proper tart last night , I hope I look like the part tonight” Ann undid her long skirt, under it was a short skirt. “Fuck me Ann you look hot” Ann was in black fishnet stockings and white suspenders and a skirt that showed the whites of her legs spilling out over her stocking tops. She lifted her skirt up and she had on her white open panty girdle that we bought in York. “Do I look all right, it’s an old skirt I cut the bottom off” Ann came over to where I was sitting and I ran my hand up her leg before kissing the bare flesh above her stockings. “Lay down on the fireside mat” Ann said I lay down on my back and Ann walked over the top of me and started to lower herself over my face. I was looking up at a dark hairy fanny in a white panty girdle getting closer. Ann’s skirt covered my face as her outer floppy fanny lips made contact with my tongue. Ann stopped just hovering on the tip of my tongue and started moving back and forth, teasing her lips over my darting tongue. Ann lowered a bit more and I could now part her lips as she rocked on me, she wanted more attention to her clitoris as I felt it enlarge. Ann’s hand found it way down to my crotch rubbing over my jeans as she started to moan. She lifted off me and turned around sinking on to her elbows with her fanny in my face, her rather large lips hanging down from between her legs. I kissed her legs that were coming out of her stocking tops moving up to her slit. Ann had my jeans undone and I lifted my bum so she could slid them down, I had her daughters pink knickers on and I felt Ann’s hand stroke over the bulge in them and cupped my balls. My cock was sticking out at the waistband as I felt her tongue on the head of it. Ann started sliding the kickers down me and my cock sprung out and in to her mouth, I could feel my pre cum lubrication my shaft as her lips slid up and down and her tongue licking under my head. I had my head buried in her fanny with my mouth clamped on to her lips and my hands on her panty girdle covered bum. My tongue darting about licking her inner walls when her first juice trickled over my tongue. I came off her lips and watched as the juice seeped out of her lips and slid two fingers in to her, Ann speeding up on my cock as my fingers parted and pushed in to her slit. I was finger fucking Ann an inch above my face and my fingers were fetching her first sticky juice out. I pulled out and reached under the table for the six inch vibrator. Ann showed my the porn magazine at lunch time with the vibrator in and this girl sliding it in to her fanny so I had a basic idea what to do with it. I slid it along her lips covering it with her juice before parting her lips with it. I turned it on and Ann started to moan, I pushed gently on it as Ann moved about . Ann had let go of my cock in her mouth but her hand was still wrapped around it as her whole body rocked on the vibrator. I stuck my tongue on to her fanny as Ann rocked back and forth, the vibrator buzzing in and out as it fucked Ann nearer to a orgasm, she was rocking, panting and moaning as her body tensed, then shouted “Take it out” I pulled the vibrator out and Ann’s fanny erupted, Ann was having one of her squirting orgasms. Her first squirt of juice shot over my head then a second pulse of her fanny and it landed on my face, all sticky and creamy. Ann took my cock in her mouth as I licked her lips tasting her juice, my face all wet rubbing against her wet hairy fanny as I pushed in to her hole with my tongue again. In no time, Ann had my cock ready to come in her mouth as I worked her fanny, Ann’s body was rocking again and moaning with my cock in her mouth as I let go filling her mouth. I could hear Ann getting more and more excited and her moaning getting louder as she sucked my cock dry. Ann gives a shout “Yes that’s it” before placing her mouth over my cock again. Ann had another orgasm, this time my face was in her fanny when she squirted, I shut my eyes and let it come over me, if I didn’t know different I would say she was having a wee on me. It splashed over my mouth and I could feel it trickling down my neck. Ann let go of my cock and lowered her head in to my crotch with my cock against her face getting her breath back . I lowered my head back on to the floor and looked up not believing where I was, seeing her white suspenders taught over her pale leg that was spilling over her fishnet stocking and her white girdle covering her bum, I was I heaven. Ann lifted off me and turned around to kiss me, she seen how wet my face was and my tee shirt “Sorry about that I couldn’t help it” I sat up and Ann kissed me then she held my head, our mouths opened and tongues darted together. Ann wanted to taste her love juice and she licked my face. I lay back down with Ann on top licking and sucking my face “ I never thought some plastic could do that” Ann rolled off and we lay on the fireside mat in each other’s arms. I fell asl**p cuddled in to her. When I woke up I was refreshed and I wanted to fuck her again. I unfastened her blouse while kissing her, she started stripping me, and it seemed like a race. She pulled my tee shirt over my head while I unclasped her bra letting her tits swing free. I let her pull my jeans and knickers off after I took her short skirt off. Ann stood up in the firelight, her big hanging tits waiting to be sucked, her dark hairy fanny poking out under her panty girdle and her pale white legs over her stockings. Ann laid back on the sofa and I climbed between her legs sucking on her tits, her hand fiddling under me trying to find my cock, she lifted her legs wide apart and I moved up to kiss her. I felt her hand pull my cock in to her and her legs grip around my bum “Fuck me hard” I lifted off Ann and on to my arms and started to fuck her hard. We had the squelching noise straight away as I thrust in to her. I was bouncing her in to the sofa and her tits wobbled out of control. “Fuck me from behind” she shouted We parted and Ann turned over with her legs on the sofa cushion and her head over the back, Ann’s bum stuck up in the air. I placed a hand on each cheek with my thumbs massaging her fanny lips, I pushed them in pulling her lips apart. Ann had one big floppy fanny. Her lips were easy to find with my cock and I slid straight in. I wanted to fill Ann’s fanny with my cum before she had a chance to squirt it back out. “Yes that’s it fuck me like that” she shouted I had my hands on her panty girdle around her waist fucking her like mad, my balls slapping against her sodden hairy bush , I wanted to cum. The squelching got louder as I used all the length of my cock inside her. Ann moaning and panting as I pushed faster, releasing my cum at the end of her love tunnel. I pulled hard in to her pumping my cum across and filling her fanny as Ann came, her body frozen stiff as her orgasm rippled through her body, her fanny leaking past my cock as the pressure was to great to contain it. We stopped together some time then I felt Ann’s hand under me feeling her fanny and my balls “I think we should part, pass that tee shirt will you” I slipped out with Ann covering her fanny with her hand and I passed the shirt. Ann wiped herself but her bush was sticky just like my balls and face were. “I think we need a bath” We got undressed in the living room as it was warm, I had the pleasure of removing her stockings and girdle then I lit the gas lamp and we went for a bath together and straight to bed. Watch out for; Ann the farmers Wife using her vibrator 3/4

Meeting when I was a schoolboy SeXStoRY

This story happened when I was 16 with two university students during the school year. The first name was Chris, she was 23 years old, brown hair falling on the thin neck with beautiful green eyes and a size dummy (about 1m75) The second named Delphine, 22, also with brown hair longer falling to her shoulders, hazel eyes and chewable. It was a bit smaller than Chris. I rode with them in their studio. They took me into their room, they were well equipped. There were two beds in each corner of the room and a sitting area with a small coffee table and two armchairs in the middle of the room. Delphine and me, we sat on armless. Then Chris came in the room with the appetizers: a whiskey Delphine, a volk for Chris, and I just orange juice. Chris then sat on the edge of his bed. We talked about everything and nothing. They asked how old I was, if I had a girlfriend, what class I was so. ... During the conversation, I quietly watched the cleavage and thighs Christelle, which gave me a start of erection. Beautiful images engraved in my head to my solitary pleasures. Before leaving, the girls have changed in the bathroom. When they emerged, they were magnificently beautiful. Chris was dressed in a black blouse with high neckline hinting at her breasts, a mini-skirt flush with the ass and black stockings Delphine was dressed in a slightly less provocative, but still with a nice white shirt and jeans that molded her ass perfectly. Then we went to the pizeria in the car Chris. She drove while I sat beside her on the back and Delphine. During the trip, I threw glances sometimes discrete and sometimes on her breasts on her thighs. Arriving at the pizeria, I was very proud to be with two beauties like them. Throughout the meal I watched the two passions dream creatures sitting with me. I knew I had a chance to jump and it would be great. I was excited by this idea, but I also had an anxiety not to insure. On the way home, I sat in the back with Delphine, who rested his head on my shoulder. Tentatively I passed his arm around his neck to hold it against me. Arrived in front of elles.On got into their room. Chris has thrown at me and rolled a shovel phenomenal. No girl ever kissed me like that. Our tongues entangled together in our mouths. At the same time, my hands had slipped on her buttocks and on my own cheeks. We stopped when she felt I bands like an ass through my jeans. With a grin she looked at my cock. It came against me and kissed me, then I felt his tongue forcing the entrance of my mouth, I let go, and I felt a gentle caress on my tongue. Then she sat on the bed. She unbuttoned my pants, and brought him down to my feet, then descended slowly my boxers and my cock stretched all stood before her. She gently stroked, I enjoyed it enormously. She swallowed slowly my glans, it was hot in his mouth, I put my hands through his hair, I pressed gently to retract my penis in her mouth ... I'll let you do all this-and-coming with his luscious mouth. After a while she retired to go to the center of the room, told me to get close and she has given to me a blowjob, kneeling ... Finally, she offered me one last ... She raised her on the bed, and I came back into his mouth, I did some come and go and I ejaculated in his mouth in short bursts. My excitement was such that I got out of his mouth, and my semen flowed a little on his neck and his shirt. I thought it was over, but no. She opened her blouse and removed her black bra, and she asked me to take care of her breasts. She sat on the fireside, and I started to knead her breasts to finally kiss and lick them. I removed her skirt and her black thong, and I saw her pretty sex woman. I lowered my tongue on her belly, through her navel, and ending with her pussy. On the edge of the fireside, I licked his penis thrusting out my tongue in the folds of her vagina, her little lip chewing and sucking her clitoris. She spent her legs around my neck, and with her hands, she held my head between her thighs for 20 minutes. She moistened copiously moaning head upside down. She lay on her bed and she put her pussy on my face. I had a superb view of her lovely round buttocks. She then bent down to get my cock between her luscious lips. My hands on her buttocks, have had each other's good, and after a few seconds I again enjoyed in his throat. We rested an hour to regain strength by drinking a little. Chris then took me hand and drew me on his bed. She was lying on the bed, she spread her legs. I pushed myself a shot in his stomach. I held her by the waist while Chris spent his hands on my buttocks and legs on my shoulders. The spasms of her vagina became more violent. It was as if she longed to keep my cock deep inside her belly. I made my rod back and forth, slowly at first before accelerating the pace of my belly. I wish it lasts longer, but it was not possible. I let go of long bursts into her vagina tightened. She pressed my purses, as in completely empty. She enjoyed while flashed my last spurts. Delphine started on all fours on the moquette.Je myself up behind her buttocks, I caressed her vulva him a moment, before submitting my dick on her sex. I pressed one stroke in her womb. Her sex was soft and his muscles were contracting on my penis. I clung to her hips and I kiss like a bitch. I had a splendid view of her beautiful buttocks. She moaned like crazy under my thrusts. After my last shots k**neys I ejaculated into her vagina, and it collapsed on the carpet together, one over the other. To finish the show, the two girls were keen to show me how two girls making love together. Chris was lying on the ground and came Delphine is placed over it to be found in sixty-nine. Hallucinating on the show that offered me the two girls. We ended the night by installing two mattresses from their beds on the floor. Installed between Chris and Delphine, I spent the best night of my life up to that time. It was the only night of love that we had spent together, because they do not want their friends are aware of what we did. It was a beautiful moment I will never forget.

Pregnant? SeXStoRY

My husband and I went on a trip with another couple to some remote islands in the tropics. At the time I was only 28years old. I had only been married three years. I always had plenty of guys to date, they told me I was good looking. my boobs are "c" cups and I weighed only 105lbs. I am five foot tall and blond blond hair and I shave my pussy. The other woman was named Jill, 5 foot 2 inches tall, blondish brown hair, about 110lbs and nice "d" cup tities. The second day there our husbands went to play golf and Jill and I packed a pick nick lunch and rented some jet skis and went to a island we thought would be deserted. We ate lunch and drank two bottles of wine. We were pretty buzzed from the wine and decided to lay out naked and get some sun. After a some time I got the feeling that we were being watched. I looked up and caught some very young tribal boys peaking at us. I nudged Jill and we both looked at these k**s. There were six black boys probably 13 or 14 years old and they were staring at our naked bodies. They came in close. They could not speak english. Jill and I thought maybe they had never seen a naked white girl before or maybe because we had shaved beavers. They just kept looking at us as if we were aliens. I did noticed they were getting hardons and that was making me horny. Jill spread her legs wide and pulled her pussy open and the boys came in real close, I could see that she was getting wet. I did the same, it was a big turn on for me to have these boys looking at me and getting hard dicks. One boys touched my pussy with his finger. Then he stuck his finger in me, I reached up and grasped his hard cock. He pulled his finger up to his nose and smelled my pussy, then he shared it with the other boys. They all wanted to feel our pussies then. Three boys were fondling Jill and three were fondling me. I was getting so turned on and so wet. I had six hands all over me and three rock hard cocks, i was trying to fondle them back. The boys dropped their little bit of clothing. Their cocks were standing straight out and hard as rocks. Jill had one in her mouth and one in each hand. I pulled one boy over and took his cock in my mouth. It was salty tasting, sweaty, and pre cum was ozzing from the tip. I wanted to feel this cock in my pussy. I thought that these boys were virgins and I had never been with a virgin. I laid on my back and spread my legs and pulled this boy over to me and guided his hard little cock into my hungry pussy. it slid in with ease and felt good. He pushed all the way in and sat there, enjoying my warm cunt around his cock. i think he was unsure what to do, I am so used to men that just pound away on me. I pushed him back till the tip of cock was about to leave my cunt then pulled him back in. He started to do this on his own and watched as his black cock disappeared into my cunt and then reappeared. He moved faster and after several strokes he thrust hard and deep into me and I felt his cock twitch and felt his hot cum squirt deep in me, giant squirts of hot cum flooded my love tunnel. It caused me to cum very hard. I held that boy tight until he finished draining his balls. He pulled his semi limp cum covered cock from me and got up. Another boy moved in and slid into me. He followed what the first boy did and moved back and fourth into me, it felt so good. He soon exploded deep in me. Then the third boy mounted me and did the same and pumped my cunt full of his seed. I just had three virgins, all the men I had ever been with I had never had a virgin or a black guy. Jill came over to me and said this was great. She, like me, had never had a virgin nor a black guy. She was on a cloud. She said that we should each fuck each others three guys. We motioned for the boys to come over, I pulled the over to me, I could smell Jill's smell on him. I pulled him into me and he fucked soft and slow. Nice long deep strokes and soon he pushed deep and filled me with his spunk. Then the next gou and then the last guy. I laid there with six different boys cum leaking from my pussy. Six different boys sperm swimming thru my womb. I looked over at Jill and she smilled back at me, cum leaking from her snatch. A couple of the boys wanted an encore and pumped more sperm into our sloppy cunts. The boys all left, Jill and I laid there giddy about our conquest. My pussy just tingled with satisfaction. We went back to our room and got in the shower together. We got out and were getting ready for our husbands to return. As I was putting on makeup it dawned on me that I was fertile, no birth control. I asked Jill about this and she said not to worry she never uses birth control. Jill said that she loves having men cum in her unprotected cunt. Jill said she does this all the time and has never gotten pregnant. jill told me that you have to do it with the same guy many times to get knocked up. Jill also said that those were too young to knock us up. She also said that boys can't get girls pregnant on their first fuck. I was feeling much better and quit worrying. We enjoyed our vacation and went back home. I missed my next period and went to the Doctor only to find out that I was pregnant. I called Jill and found out she was pregnant also. Jill said that she had slept with several men on top of the boys we fucked on the island. I had fucked one other man on the trip but he pulled out of me before he came. my husband and that man were both white. When the baby was born, it was black. Jill had a black baby also.

I am such a slut...........12 SeXStoRY

I am such a slut...........12 Please read my other blogs to catch up. They are true and part confession, part cathartic. I am a man in the process of becoming a woman and loving it. I welcome your comments....Dani I was lost with desire, dressed as a slut, a sissy slut. on my knees in a hotel room sharing the cock of a man named David who I had just met minutes earlier, sharing it with a young blonde woman who’s name I still did not know. Sucking his cock and licking his balls. Our tongues touching and sharing sensual kisses, all the while Derek, who’s personal slut I was quickly becoming, videoed. "Thats it Dani. Suck his cock," Derek said to me. "Oh what a sissy you are. What a slut. You really like that cock don't you Dani? Look at me as you suck him you little whore." And with David's cock in my mouth I looked up at the camera, almost smiling, filled with lust and desire and only wanting more. This is what I had become. This is what I desired. To be a whore, a slut. To be used by men. To suck them and lick them. To taste them. To feel them inside of me, deep inside of me. To feel them shoot their hot cum in me. I so longed to be their sexy feminine whore, willing to do whatever they might ask of me. I was in a trance, partly from the coke, partly from the pill that Derek had given me, and partly from my own wanton lust. I just wanted to suck that cock, nuzzle his balls, kiss them and serve him. I was a slut. I felt a finger upon my assbud and felt it begin to go in and out. In and out. And again. How good it felt. I realized that the young woman was no longer beside me and I heard Derek say, "Julie, stick it in her" and I felt the tip of something larger begin to enter me. My body shook as my ass first parted to receive what was behind me. “Fuck her ass with that strap on Julie” I heard Derek say, and feeling her hands on my hips I felt her begin to thrust in and out of me. Long deliberate strokes. God, how good that felt. My nipples hardened and my boyclit became excited and twitched. David’s hand was on the back of my head and with his cock buried in my mouth he pushed my lips all the way to his pelvis, my nose resting upon his abdomen, almost gagging as the head of his cock touched the back of my throat down into my throat. Then releasing me, I began to suck him with long strokes, my manicured hands, my red fingernails, teasing his balls and his shaft. His cock was rockhard. “God his mouth feels so good. Derek, I want his ass now before I shoot.” I heard David say, and pulling his cock out of my mouth, leaving me panting for more, he stepped back from me as I also felt the plastic cock exit my asspussy. Julie giggled and said to Derek, “Look at his hole” and I saw the camera shift to my ass. “Get on your knees on the bed you whore,” Derek said to me and taking the same position as on the floor, I kneeled on the bed, my panties now off and my white leather mini skirt hiked up over my hips exposing my ass.David with his long hard cock was now behind me as I spread my legs still adorned with the black thigh highs and heels, and I felt his cock at the tip of my hole and then entering as in one motion he pushed himself all the way inside of me, grabbing my hips and pulling himself tight. I let out a moan and a squeal. It did not hurt as much as it just filled me with its length and my body shivered. “Fuck her David. Fuck our little sissy. Let her know what it feels like to have a man inside of her fucking her.” And David continued to fuck my ass as Derek videoed the action. “Oh, this is great. I love this shit” said Derek. Calling over the other man who I had not even met as of yet, he said “Brian, get in front of our little sissy and give her that fat cock of yours” and laying on the bed in front of me Brian proceeded to give me his cock, much thicker than David’s, much thicker. Julie lay beside him watching me and playing with and kissing his nipples and fingering her own pussy, all the while smiling at me. She too was high on something, that was obvious, as I smiled back at her.Soon Derek yelled at Julie to get down and spread open my ass while David fucked me, and as she spread my ass David pulled his cock all the way out. “Fuck look at that spread ass, look at that gaping hole” I heard Derek say as all three of them chuckled and laughed. Julie took the exposed cock into her mouth and began to suck it tasting my ass juices, then moving aside, being almost pushed aside, David pushed it back in, all the way in. I was in heaven. A used whore. Not quite sure what was going to happen next, and not really caring. As I sucked the cock in front of me, I felt Davids pace quicken and felt him begin to breathe heavier. “I’m gonna cum, Im gonna cum in the slut,” I heard him say and then felt his hot load begin to shoot inside of me. He pounded me as his cock shot again and again, and I whimpered with lust as I took the cock in my mouth all the way down my throat. “Spread his ass Julie,” I heard Derek say and was a bit sad that he had referred to me as a male. “Oh, look at that used hole. Suck David’s cock Julie. Lick that ass, too” and Julie proceeded to suck the cum off of David’s cock and lick my gaping ass, swallowing David’s cum and tasting the juices from my hot asspussy. She was wild with lust and her warm probing tongue upon my hole felt so good. I continued to suck on Brian’s cock, enjoying the attention that my now used ass was getting. “Julie, you are my little whore. I love you you nasty girl” I heard Derek say and wished that he had been talking to me. “Well, Brian, I think that it is your turn to use our little slut. You ready?” and Brian slid out from under me with his thick cock now fully aroused, and standing, moved around behind me. I felt Brian’s cock as it entered my ass. It was so thick that it hurt, just a bit, well quite a bit, as his large head and shaft first passed my rim. Again I whimpered a bit, but soon I felt his cock enter me deeper and deeper, my asspussy now stretched, my body shaking and my mind filled with desire, wanting him, loving being used, now needing his cock, not just wanting it. With his hands on my hips he pulled me all the way to him, my ass against his pelvis, him completely buried inside of me. He gave a contented purr at having fully engulfed himself in me and then began to move his cock in and out of me, slowly and with ever longer strokes. From fully buried to almost withdrawn, I had my head laying on the pillow in front of me, my ass raised to meet his thrusts, softly moaning and so enjoying the sensation behind me. I felt a hand upon my boyclit, stroking it softly, exciting and hardening it. Then I felt a mouth upon it, softly sucking it, as my asspussy was slowly fucked and spread. How wonderful it felt. “Julie, why don’t you go lay in front of Dani and give her that treat” said Derek, and as Julie moved around and lay on the bed in front of me, I realized that the mouth on my cock was not hers but David’s. Julie lay in front of me and spread her legs, presenting her pussy to me. I began to suck it and lick it, nibbling at the clit. With my mouth upon her pussy and my tongue inside, I began to notice how wet her pussy was and soon realized that I was licking not her juices but someone’s cum from her. Lustful and hungry I devoured her pussy, wanting every drop that was before me. “Look at that whore eat your cunt, Julie,” said Derek. “Look at her. Julie she loves that cum in you. She can’t get enough” and he continued to video me as I licked and ate her. I felt Brian’s strokes getting faster and faster, the pain now gone, replaced by my lust. My boyclit was so hard, I knew it was going to explode and as Brian fucked my asspussy, I came in David’s mouth, shuddering and shaking as I exploded in him. David slid out from under me and came up to where I was laying and giving me a long deep passionate kiss, pushed my hot load into my mouth, the camera barely a foot away. I heard Brian say that he was getting ready to cum, and feeling him increase his speed as he grabbed my hips and fucked me harder, I heard him scream and moan as his load shot inside of me, again and again, finally grabbing my hips and pulling himself all the way in as he emptied himself inside of me. “Oh Gawd, that felt so good. So good!” he exclaimed as I melted below him. “David, Julie, get over her and finish this off” Derek commanded, and as David sucked the cum off of Brian’s cock, Julie spread my ass for the camera, my gaping ass. “Look at that pussyass, Derek” giggled Julie with her hands on both of my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Oh fuck, look at that” replied Derek, the camera going back and forth from David sucking Brian’s cock to Julie spreading and now scooping Brian’s cum from my ass and licking my asspussy. “Okay folks, let’ s take a little break. I need a line or two after that” said Derek. And Julie with her mouth filled with Brians cum from my ass, laid down next to me, and kissing me softly, pushed the cum from my ass into my mouth. Savoring it, the taste, the flavor, the texture, rolling it around in my mouth, I then slowly swallowed it. “Dani, you are a little sissy slut, aren’t you?” said Julie. “Yes, Baby, I really am. I really am. ” I replied.

9 iron part 1 SeXStoRY

It was a beautiful spring day and I decided to do some housework while he was out golfing. I put on a comfortable pair of panties and a light pink housecoat. I decided to check my page on hamster as I enjoyed a morning cup of coffee. I received an invite from a 60 yr old man in pa. who was a top and liked girls with something xtra between their legs. his profile had some pictures of his large cock and a video of him jerking his dick off. I gently rubbed my cock as the video showed him pulling his meaty tool from his shorts. the camera angle was strait on and revealed a large mushroom head, his belly and legs were very hairy but his pubic area was neatly trimmed and balls clean shaven. As the man swiveled in his chair the true measure of his thick dick became evident. his semi erect cock lay on his thigh and ran almost halfway to his knee.he swiveled slightly causing his cock to move ever so slightly. it slipped off the side of his leg were it began to lightly twitch and become harder. I pinched one of my nipples as I imagined being on my knees in front of his wonderfull cock. A wave of pleasure ran from my head to toes as I thought how I would take my time , worshipping his manhood. How I would kiss his cockhead and work my way down to his balls and then back up again kissing and liking it as i did. my tounge would lick the head a bit before I put it in my mouth, looking up at him so he could see the great pleasure it was bringing me to service his cock. To my delight an audible moan was heard on the video followed by," yea suck my cock baby, you like that dont you?" as if the man in the video was thinking about getting a bj. I thought about how good his cock would feel in my mouth as it became rigid and filled more of my mouth, the veins of his cock pulsating against my lips as his hands guided my head, which now bobbed up down on it with a familiar rythem. I took my mouth off his cock long enough to mutter, "I love it".The man in the video stroked his cock faster as he zoomed his camera in on his stiff cock.

blackmailed in a shop SeXStoRY

Pyaremohan: Madam, these stains were surely not there when I unpacked the dresses for you? Me: I … I… I mean how would I know? (I tried to remain as cool as possible) Mr. Pyaremohan was checking the stains on the babydoll nighty very closely. He was trying to figure out what it was and in the process started sniffing it just like a dog! What a shame! The shopkeeper was in effect sniffing my vaginal juices on that fabric. Pyaremohan: Uhu! Madam! Surely these are fresh… I find the same stain on this panty also! This you… I mean… you just tried this Madam! He for once looked directly at my sari-covered choot and then looked up at me questionably obviously trying to suggest that the stains were my pussy juices and nothing else! Naturally I had to protest, but was feeling terribly awkward inside. Me: No, no. How can that be? Let me see! The shopkeeper handed me the panty (a part of the 5-piece nighty set) I just tried. What a scene! I was inspecting my own panty and it was visibly spotted with my vaginal juices. Pyaremohan: Madam, I am sorry to say… but these are your… I mean err… you probably was not fully aware that you were WET… Me: Err… what? I mean… My face started getting in shame – afterall he was just a shopkeeper and was a complete stranger to me. I felt like a stupid asshole standing in front of him caught red handed still trying to inspect the panty! Pyaremohan: Madam, let me be very clear. You saw that I had reservations about the trial, but you and your relatives insisted and hence I agreed. I cannot sell these used products. I mean… You… you have to buy the whole lot. He uttered the last few words very discreetly and in a steel cold voice. My heart was pounding and my hands and feet were already cold like an ice cube! Pyaremohan: Madam, you will have to take this Babydoll nighty along with this 5-piece set and just see… the skirt of this 3-piece nighty also have those stains… the marks are so fresh! (He sniffed again) You have to take all these 3 sets Madam. I got so nervous that I was not even getting the strength to talk with the shopkeeper. First and foremost thing was I had no money with me. If I were to buy these, I had to take help of either Mama-ji or Radheshyam Uncle. And then, of course I would have to confess to those males that while I was trying these dresses my pussy juice spoilt the fabric. How could I tell that! Issssssh! What a shame! Moreover, I was pretty much certain that the episode would not stop there – the inquisitiveness that I had seen in Mama-ji – he would surely question me thoroughly about how the skirt and the babydoll nighty got those stains even if he gets convinced with the panty part! I could realize then and there that it would be a very cumbersome and embarrassing experience for me to reply Mama-ji; hence immediately I dropped that idea of informing him for buying these nightdresses. But… then what was the alternative? I had no clue! Beads of perspiration were already crowning my forehead and my palms also started to sweat. I was having my usual dry lips, but this time purely due to nervousness. Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I pack them all and inform your… Me: No, no. You need not inform them. Pyaremohan: You will then pay separately Madam? Me: Err… I mean… Pyaremohan: It will amount to umm… the Baby doll is 450/-, the 3-piece is 650/-, and the 5-piece is 900/-…. umm… totalling to 2000/- Madam. Me: What? T-w-o t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d! Pyaremohan: Come on Madam! After all these are imported items directly coming from foreign countries! Me: But… but that’s… that’s too expensive! Pyaremohan: But Madam you have to take them… I can’t keep these “stained” items in my stock! I saw that there was no other way but to tell the truth to this man. Me: Pyaremohan Sahab, I mean… err… actually I do not have money with me and … and its not that I can pay later because I do not stay here. Please consider my case! Pyaremohan: Madam how can I consider Rs. 2000? Yes if it was a 100-200 rupees I definitely would have considered because afterall you are my customer, but 2000/-… No way I can consider Madam! I was literally in a catch 22 situation and felt so helpless! I requested again. Me: Please Pyaremohan Sahab! I am like your s****r. Can you not con…. Pyaremohan: Madam, no sentimental strings here! I am a businessman. I cannot sell these. (again he lifted the panty to show me the stain) Either you or your relative must pay. Me: But I have nothing with me and I cannot tell them. P-l-e-a-s-e try to understand my condition. I… I can do one thing… I will money order you as soon as I get back home. . Pyaremohan: He he Madam… no such cock and bull story will do. You need to pay here. Don’t waste my time. (His voice was very stern this time) I tried to persuade him for some more time, but in vain as he was quite adamant on his point and finally I surrendered. Pyaremohan: Madam, look, this is not a restaurant that if you cannot pay the bill, you can clean and wash crockery and repay me. I need reimbursement for my Rs. 2000/-. The situation was going towards a hopeless end and to plead to like that to a shopkeeper was even more awkward for me and therefore I desperately wanted to get out of it. Me: I told you already… I mean I have nothing with me. Then… I mean tell me if I can … I mean if I can do any favor for you so that this money is compensated. Pyaremohan: What favor? Me: Tell me straight what you want me to do to pay damages for that 2000/-. I have never been in such a clumsy situation in any shop ever! Pyaremohan: Madam see that’s not my problem and I don’t want to hear what you have done in other shops. (He was evidently getting rude to me) You have spoiled these and you have to pay. Me: Okay, okay. Tell me naa what you want from me? I was trying to get straight to the shopkeeper. Pyaremohan: Umm… let me think… Okay! Yeah! There is .. there is one way… but… you don’t … Ummm! Can you do it? Me: (my face as if glowed up seeing a ray of hope) What? Sure! I can do it! Tell me! Pyaremohan: See Madam I am telling you frankly… we had planned a couple of ads for our products on cable TV and had fixed a model for Rs. 5000/- to act in that. Now… if you can do it, I will surely save 2500/-… actually I have booked her for two ads. But… …umm… Not knowing any details I just jumped on the proposal as that Rs. 2000/ was playing heavily on my mind. Me: Err… No problem Pyaremohan Sahab. I will do it. Pyaremohan: That’s okay, but… Naturally I was getting impatient. Me: What’s the problem now? Pyaremohan: Madam, see there are two problems. Since this was planned for next week, I do not have the male model right now and… umm… Me: And what? Pyaremohan: Well Madam, the director is … I mean very ill tempered and rude… so…err… I was thinking whether you would be… I mean whether you would be able to tolerate him or… Me: In recent times I am tolerating many strange things, which I never dreamt of tolerating! So, you better not think on that. __________________ “A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?” Pyaremohan: (smiling) Okay, okay. Err… Then Madam I think you should not waste time as your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting. Me: You need to hurry up. You are still sitting with those nighties! Pyaremohan: Oh! Sure Madam! Give me just a minute’s time so that I can inform the director to arrange for a shoot. Me: Okay. Mr. Pyaremohan disappeared in a flash and in fact was back also within a couple of minutes. Pyaremohan: Madam, with much effort I have persuaded Mr. Mangeskar. He is the director. As I told you he is pretty ill tempered and does not speak a decent language. So please… Me: Okay, okay. At that point of time I was honestly in a hurry to get into the midst of action rather than thinking about any other aspect. Pyaremohan: Come along! And just remember to say that you have acted previously, otherwise Mr. Mangeskar will pack up immediately. I nodded and followed the shopkeeper. As I followed him through the hallway I quickly dr**ed my pallu once again properly since I was going in front of an unknown male. We reached the end of the corridor behind the toilet where there was a room whose door was open. Pyaremohan: Come Madam. Mr. Mangeskar, she is the one I was talking about. The room was fairly big, but Mr. Mangeskar did not look impressive at all – very thin, middle-aged person with prominent rough beard on his face who was wearing a red T-shirt and three quarter pants covering till his knees. Mr. Mangeskar looked directly at me for some moments and I felt so very odd standing like while he inspected my figure – very openly. Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… What’s your name? Me: Anee…I mean Anita. Mr. Mangeskar: Age? I had never encountered such a clumsy situation (at least at grownup age) with a totally stranger asking me my age as the very second question! Me: Twenty… I mean. 28. Mr. Mangeskar: And what are your stats? (He asked me looking at my taut sari-covered breasts) Me: Err… what? I could not get him at first go. Mr. Mangeskar: What sort of actress is this Mr. Pyaremohan? His voice was cold and stern and clearly reflected that he was irritated by my fumbling. Pyaremohan: Arre she has traveled some distance… give her some time to breathe! Madam, tell him your vital statistics? I have her breast size… its 34. My ears immediately started to get heated and I could well realize that my throat was drying up! I lowered my eyelids by reflex action in natural feminine shame. Mr. Mangeskar: Come one! What’s your name….. O! Anita! Me: Twenty… I mean .. err… 28 and… and 36. I mean 34-28-36. (I had to gather all my mental strength to tell that) Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… you look pretty full! Now listen I needed a younger model for this ad, but since Pyaremohan-ji requested, I will go ahead with you. Where else have you acted? Me: Umm… in drum… I mean in dramas. Mr. Mangeskar: Dramas! That means on stage only? Pyaremohan: No, no. She acted in a few small ads also. She is quite familiar with this type. Tell him Madam. Tell him. The shopkeeper was trying his best to cover me up. Me: Yes, yes. I acted in err… 2-3 ads. Mr. Mangeskar: What product? I was puzzled and looked blankly to Mr. Pyaremohan who was again ready to “save” me! Pyaremohan: Soaps… soaps you know and…. Mr. Mangeskar: And? Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments! My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that! U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya! Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad? This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something. Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped my body. I was really getting very nervous replying to this man. His voice was cold as steel and questions too direct for a housewife like me! Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Hmm. Whole body or only your hands and shoulders? I licked my lips once because I could realize I was getting cornered. My face was all red and my body very stiff. Me: Haa… haa… I mean hands and sho… sho… shoulders only. Mr. Mangeskar: No showers? Me: (I was trying to remember the soap ads that I see on TV and construct my replies) Yes, yes… shower was there. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, so you soaped yourself standing under the shower and they canned you? Right? Me: Yes, yes. (I replied without much thinking trying to end the conversation) Mr. Mangeskar: That’s good, because you have a similar situation here also! By the way, are you aware of what you need to do here? Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, Madam is aware, but actually I did not get the time to detail her. Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! You seem to be always so busy Pyaremohan-ji! Anyway, I will brief you Anita. See, as you know this is a chaddi- baniyan ad, the presentation has to be spicy. We must create an urge in male customers to buy this Parineeta Store brand and for that the ad has to be designed and presented in a titillating way, you know! I was already on the “low” hearing that it was a chaddi-baniyan (=vest and brief) ad. I thanked my fortune and smiled to myself that it was not a female undergarment ad! Pyaremohan: If you can do it a bit quickly… her… Mr. Mangeskar: (looking at the shopkeeper very strongly) Then hire someone else and leave me! Sala kaha kaha se chale aate hain! I have my own pace and you both must abide by that! Clear? I tried to rescue the shopkeeper who was in fact saying to speed up only for me knowing that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting downstairs. Me: Okay, okay. Please don’t be angry… Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm.. Yes, as I was saying, what I plan for is a **** sequence where you are the heroine and you are being harassed. The hero comes and rescues you. The hero will be dressed in chaddi and baniyan, which would signify he-man-ship and advertise for this brand. Clear? I nodded, but was wondering what the director actually meant by “r**e sequence” though I was somewhat assured when he used the word “harassed”. I thought I dare not ask a question and get a scolding and decided to follow the instructions of the director to get over this episode as quickly as possible. __________________ “A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?” Mr. Mangeskar: You wear this and get ready quickly. Saying that he handed over a lungi to Mr. Pyaremohan and then turned towards me. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, let me detail you the scene – you are a housewife and he is a servant. Okay? He? Mr. Pyaremohan? A servant with such an obese figure? I could not just control a smile hearing this. Mr. Mangeskar: I chose him as the servant because his body will amuse most people you know. Me: True. (I was still smiling) Mr. Mangeskar: You will be taking a bath in that toilet (he indicated to the attached bath) and your servant would act like a peeing Tom. Okay? I nodded though naturally was getting apprehensive about the “bath”. Mr. Mangeskar: He naturally gets excited seeing you and ultimately breaks inside the toilet and attacks you. Okay? You flee to this room and some hustle and bustle between you and Pyaremohan-ji would take place on that sofa. Okay? Then the hero enters the scene fights the bad man and rescues you with a happy ending. That’s all? Clear? Me: Ye… yes, but who is the hero? Mr. Mangeskar: (with a shy smile) Me of course! Me: W-h-a-t? Mr. Mangeskar: That would create the humorous part naaa… He is so fat and I am so thin… apart from that comical angle, the message would also be delivered that even a frail man like me turns a He-man if he wears this brand of chaddi and baniyan. Me: Hmm… I appreciated the whole idea of this director in my mind though was extremely nervous about what I actually need to deliver. Mr. Mangeskar: Here goes your costume Anita! (he handed me over a white petticoat and a white blouse). Pyaremohan: You can change in the toilet Madam. Me: No sa… I mean no sari? Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! Are you new to acting? How can you wear a sari while taking a bath? I did not argue any more and hurried inside the toilet, but several questions started to bother me now as I closed the toilet door. - this blouse looks so transparent and also white in color, what would happen to it when it gets wet? - what will happen when Mr. Pyaremohan breaks into the toilet? What he will try to do to me? - what “hustle and bustle” did the director mean that would take place on the sofa? Instead of bothering too much on that, I thought that I had to be very cautious not to unnecessarily expose or allow too much of touching and grabbing during the shoot. After I got into my shooting costume, I got out of the toilet. I was clad in a white blouse and petticoat only. No sari. Though I felt hesitant, but thankfully the blouse was adequately covering my breasts though naturally my mammaries remained protruded quite indecently converging male attentions Mr. Mangeskar: Bah! You look perfect Anita. The director was looking at my jutting out fully developed tits, which looked quite handsomely appealing not being covered by a sari. Mr. Mangeskar: You have a good eye Pyaremohan-ji, he he he! She has an excellent figure even after marriage. Pyaremohan: Thanks Mr. Mangeskar! Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I hope you are wearing your inners… Even a blind man could see that I was wearing a bra, such was the transparency of that white blouse and obviously I was wearing a panty! I just nodded. Mr. Mangeskar: And under your petticoat? Me: Yes obviously! I obviously sounded extremely shameless! Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Let me clear this to you both that I want absolutely natural expressions on your faces when you act. So forget all other things and concentrate only on the shoot. Okay? The director was ready with a movie camera! Mr. Pyaremohan looked horrible clad only in the lungi. His bare chest and belly looked so odd! Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I will position myself within the toilet. You will open the shower and stand below it. Okay? I nodded and followed him into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and the director was very close to me with his camera. Mr. Pyaremohan closed the door and remained outside of the toilet. Naturally I was feeling rather tight with this unknown male in this small toilet. Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t be stiff Anita! Relax… Imagine that you are alone – as if you are in your home toilet. Ignore my presence…. I tried to relax, but obviously was unsuccessful. Mr. Mangeskar: Let me tell you what you need to do after opening the shower. You start washing your face first, then rinse your hands and then come to your breasts. Okay Anita? Me: O… okay. Mr. Mangeskar: Open the shower. I switched on the shower and water started falling on my body. Thankfully the water flow was not very heavy, but the coldness of the water made me shiver and I felt so, so odd getting wet with a man standing on my nose! I started wiping my face first. Mr. Mangeskar: Do it gently so that I can take a good view of your face. Though I washed my face, I could jolly well feel that the water trickled through my hands and elbows onto my breasts and were soaking my blouse and bra. Mr. Mangeskar: Great….now your hands….slowly! I followed his instruction and now as I stretched my hands water was pouring directly on my mammaries and I was getting fully wet now. As I was looking down I could see my white brassiere getting very prominent through the blouse and I quickly tried to cover myself by angling my elbow. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Anita, now rub your breasts slowly with both hands. As I took my hands to my tight boob flesh, my face was getting flushed in embarrassment. I started rubbing my own breasts as the shower water continued to soak me. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now do one thing… just to make things look hot… squeeze your breasts gently… Honestly I was getting excited doing this action. I kept my both palms right over my conical breasts and started squeezing them! Mr. Mangeskar: No, no… not like that! Do it from below… I mean cup your breasts from below and then squeeze… Just like a male does it, are you getting me? I nodded while taking the shower. I took my palms below my breasts and then cupped my flesh and started squeezing my big balls. I immediately could feel my nipples getting very hard and were standing up as they sensed my fingers on them. The shower obviously was helping me do this shameless and bold act quite easily! My lips started getting parted and I slowly was gyrating my hips to complete the whole action. Mr. Mangeskar: Good Anita… Now a little more variation… since you are not using a soap… just squeeze and release your breasts for cleaning… I know that’s not the process but you need to make the servant attracted too! So…squeeze and release… squeeze and release… Honestly this continuously flowing water on my body was doing miracles! I was so quickly getting excited and was slowly getting horny doing this squeeze! I obeyed the director and gripped my both boobs with my outstretched palms and was releasing them after a full crush. My bl**d had already started boiling inside me and I had started enjoying my shower with closed eyes. __________________ “A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?” By this time, I was almost fully wet and water had adequately sipped inside my petticoat also making my ass and thighs fully wet. Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Your facial expressions are just too good! Very well done Anita! Now get into the next move… circle your finger on your navel. This is just the warmup for your peeping servant you know! Ha ha ha… With my eyes closed, I dropped my hands from my tits to my navel area. I started poking my belly button with the middle finger of my right hand. This went on for some more moments and since I did not get further instruction from the director, I opened my eyes. He was busy capping me and as I looked down my body I noticed my petticoat clinging to my well formed thighs very indecently and the shape and size of my thighs were clearly exposed and naturally I tried to adjust my petticoat with my free hand. Mr. Mangeskar: Hey! What are you doing? (I immediately took away my hand off my petticoat) You are on camera Anita… Maintain your position as I say and do not do anything extra. I nodded and was compelled to alarmingly expose my well-formed thighs through my wet petticoat. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, your servant is watching you. So you must do something sexy to excite him… May be…you just bend a bit and rub your thighs over your petticoat. With my wet blouse and petticoat clinging to my skin, I thought I was exposing enough. My white blouse being fully soaked was practically nonexistent and the exact position of my brassiere inside was completely visible. Did I need to do more? I obviously did not have the guts to question the director and hence bent a bit and started rubbing my thighs with both hands and in the process my cleavage appeared very prominently over my wet blouse and also exposing the upper portions of my bulging boobs. Mr. Mangeskar: Bend a bit more Anita… camera is unable to get a full view. I had to bend further – now practically a couple of inches of my deep cleavage were visible to the director and as I momentarily looked down my breasts, my fleshy wet milk tanks looked awesomely exposed in that posture. I clenched my teeth in shame and waited for the director to call “Cut”. Mr. Mangeskar: okay… okay! Cut! My body was instantaneously upright. Mr. Mangeskar: Very nice work Anita! I smiled foolishly. I quickly moved out of the shower, but since I had been standing below that shower for so long, I was virtually soaked to the skin. Water was trickling down my face, throat and whole body. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now we will go ahead with the next sequence, after which your servant will get inside. Okay? I nodded. As Mr. Mangeskar took out his eyes from the camera viewfinder, I noted that his eyes were roaming openly on my juicy body curves – it was indeed a gala sight – a voluptuous woman like me standing within two feet of him in a completely awash state clad in a white blouse and petticoat. Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, I mean the servant, will try to embrace you and you have to act as if you are trying to escape, but make sure that you both stay under the shower for some time struggling so as to make the scene a bit tempting. Am I clear? I nodded. Though my skin was wet and cold, my inside was as if ignited in this shower water and the self boob squeeze that I just did! Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, are you ready? Pyaremohan: Yes, yes! Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Lets do the last sequence of your bath Anita. I want to capture your rear portion in camera. So just turn slowly away from me so that your back faces the camera. Okay? I nodded again taking a deep breath. I could feel the familiar itch inside my panty! I moved below the shower again and the director shouted indicating camera was rolling. I turned slowly under the shower so that my backside was towards Mr. Mangeskar and took my hands behind and begun rubbing my very prominent ass. Mr. Mangeskar: Place your hands on your ass globes Anita…. One on each… Y-e-s… like that… slowly… You have a gorgeous gaand yaar! Carry on! I ignored the slang as I could realize he was also pretty excited filming me. I moved my palms in circular motion on my buttocks and could clearly make out that my panty was pretty evident through my wet petticoat. Was my panty visible to the director? Hai daiya! As I pressed my ass with my hands, I could clearly trace the outline of my panty! My God! Mr. Mangeskar: Good! Now jiggle and sway your ass a bit Anita! Actually this will act as the climax for your servant’s entry inside. When Pyaremohan-ji enters you must cry out loudly and very naturally… okay? As per the director’s instruction, I started to sway and jiggle my heavy ass very shamelessly. Automatically my eyes got closed in utter shyness and nervousness with the very thought that I was doing all this in front of a male! It must have been some sight for the director to see a well-developed woman like me swaying her big tight ass in front of him. Just then… Just then Mr. Pyaremohan broke inside the bathroom! I was still swinging my heavy buttocks and he almost crashed on me! I immediately cried out, which was of course very spontaneous rather than acting! He was clad only in his lungi and held my right arm and dragged me towards him. I bumped on his body and naturally tried to guard my breasts from pressing on him with my elbows. Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! (We separated from each other) Anita… Anita, you must look surprised and frightened – it must look normal – someone has entered your bathroom, but you seem to… I want that staggered look in your eyes. You behave as if you forget to react and stand like a statue. Okay? Your servant would take that advantage and embrace you. Am I clear? I nodded along with Mr. Pyaremohan who again went back to the toilet door from where the retake would take place. Mr. Mangeskar looked into the camera and said “Action”. Mr. Pyaremohan entered again towards me in one brisk action and I tried to express what the director told me with my eyes widely open and a loud scream. Mr. Pyaremohan took hold my right hand and dragged me towards him. I tried to behave that I was very surprised and “forgot to react.” Mr. Pyaremohan used that opportunity fully to quickly pull me onto him and straightway embraced me. My whole wet body pressed on his fat half naked figure. Firecrackers seemed to burst inside my body as I touched Mr. Pyaremohan. My bl**d started gushing inside my vessels as I felt his long arms embracing my soaked back. His warm palms felt so good on my wet blouse-covered midriff! Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, you now try to kiss her and Anita, you now come to your senses and try to retaliate. Okay? No sooner had the director completed his words, I felt Mr. Pyaremohan trying to kiss me directly on my lips! The scoundrel! What audacity! I felt his wet lips on my cheeks and nose and once on my lips too! Naturally by reflex action, I exhibited a very strong repulsive blow and tried to get him out of my body, but he was much stronger than me and embraced me more tightly. All this time I had been protecting my big breasts from touching his chest with my elbows, but the way he was trying to touch my lips, I had to use my hands to protect me. And… And as soon as I lifted my hands to stop his face from touching mine, he hugged me more closely and my big firm breasts got pressed very directly to his chest. I shrieked out! Mr. Pyaremohan was obviously much excited getting the full feel of my well-developed mammaries and embraced me more tightly. I was naturally getting into a hopeless situation. Being unable to kiss me directly, he began to lick my wet cheeks and honestly the feel of his hot tongue on my slippery cheeks started making me significantly weak. __________________ “A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?” Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, now you drag Anita under the shower and then do what is natural… like try to grab her breast and ass… Anita, you continue to struggle but make sure that you do not go out of the shower. That’s the laxman-rekha for you in this shot. Clear? “…do what is natural…” – these words as if unlocked the flood gate for Mr. Pyaremohan and he really started behaving as if he was in the mood to molest me! He dragged me under the shower and I again started getting wet and taking the advantage of this very hot situation, he hugged me very tightly and forcibly moved my elbows off my breasts and pressed me to his body. I was getting weaker naturally as my breasts directly got pressed onto his chest and he was also scuffing and scratching my waist with his fingers; moreover, the shower water falling on my body made the whole situation more complex for me. Mr. Mangeskar: That’s great Pyaremohan-ji! Carry on! There was no need for any encouragement for this man and he was now more or less hugging me like my husband! My big boobs getting pressed fully on his chest and his flabby abdomen pushing my belly area. His hands had started measuring every part of my body and I felt his palms rested on my pumpkin ass. I could hardly struggle to get free because he was constantly keeping his lips very close to my face brushing every now and then my cheeks, nose, chin, and my lips too! Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed my ass very tightly, which made me gasp for air! And as I parted my lips, that man, like an eagle, invaded my tender lips. Me: Aaaaaaaah! Though I quickly moved my lips, but he was able to suck my lower lips for a couple of seconds. As I looked at him, he was smiling very wickedly as if trying to say “how long will you avoid me?” Mr. Pyaremohan was giving me ass squeezes in a very different way, as in recent times I have had a number of these while in the ashram. This man was grabbing my ass flesh very firmly and was not releasing the flesh from under his palms for quite some time! This in effect was making me almost breathless the way he was extending the hold on my buttock flesh. His fingers dug in deep into my spongy ass cheeks penetrating my wet petticoat and panty. Surely I was extremely excited delivering this shot. Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Good job Pyaremohan-ji and Anita… I have taken good close ups of… of Anita’s gaand under siege! He he… Well, next I will take a few close up shots of your faces only! Anita you will just move your head to and fro avoiding Pyaremohan-ji’s lips, who is trying to kiss you. I will get this later in slow motion and will definitely be a great shot with the shower water falling on your face. Clear? I was breathing very heavily now and my wet blouse had slid down significantly down my breasts and had exposed me very indecently. I had to stand in that outrageously sexy outfit in front of Mr. Pyaremohan. Mr. Pyaremohan moved his hands from my buttocks in the upward direction and held me at my waist for this shot. As he converged his face on mine, I started moving my head back and forth and he was obviously trying his best to smooch my lips! I could feel his deep warm breaths on my wet face and I was indeed getting weaker and weaker now due to this constant fondling! This went on for few seconds till the director shouted, “Cut”! Mr. Mangeskar: Very well done! Okay… now let me explain what is to be done next. Anita, you will give one big jerk and Pyaremohan-ji, you will fall on the floor. Anita, you flee to the adjacent room and put the towel kept on the sofa as a cover for your breasts. Clear? I will also move out following you Anita with the camera. I obeyed as was instructed and ran to the room and took the towel there and covered my breasts. Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, this shot is fully yours. You will now hasten through the toilet, bouncing the toilet door, and will try to catch Anita. In the process you will stumble and your lungi will fall open. You quickly restore it and come near this sofa and stop. Simple? Mr. Pyaremohan nodded. The shock of my lifetime was waiting for me as the shot started. Mr. Pyaremohan bounced the toilet door loudly and while running out tripped and fell on the floor and as he got up, his lungi fall open. Me: Heiiiiiiiiiii! I could not control my exclamation as I saw Mr. Pyaremohan was stark naked inside – as his lungi fall on the floor he stood absolutely naked in front of us! Most astonishingly, he was not wearing any underwear or brief! My eyes obviously got attracted towards his erect lund and the thick black hairy bush above it. Mr. Pyaremohan’s lund was dangling in the air very awkwardly and he quickly stroked his lund once before wrapping it inside his lungi! I noticed his lund was already quite erect – obviously the effect of fondling me for so long. Mr. Mangeskar: Good Pyaremohan-ji… this will produce a very good humor. Ha ha ha… How could they show such male nudity in the ad? I could not resist myself from asking. Me: But Mr. Mangeskar… I mean.. err… how can you show that in the ad? Mr. Mangeskar: Show what? Me: I mean.. he was err… he was not wearing anything beneath…. Mr. Mangeskar: Arre Anita, have you gone out of your head or what? Obviously I will camouflage that part where his lund is exposed. Me: (still surprised) O! Mr. Mangeskar: Well, the advancement of technology will help me do that! He he… Anyway, lets get along with our next shot. Anita, as Pyaremohan-ji approaches you, you start running round this sofa and he will chase you. You cry “Help! Help!” and run for three rounds and then Pyaremohan-ji grabs you and pushes you onto the sofa. Am I clear about the shot? We both nodded. I was feeling rather at ease standing with the towel on my wet blouse in front of these two males; I at least remained somewhat covered! But, not for long! I started running as soon as the director said “Action” and Mr. Pyaremohan keeping a distance followed me. My heavy boobs started juggling very sexily below the towel as I ran and I tried to cover that with my hands. I completed the three laps continuously crying for help and finally Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed my hand and pushed me f***efully onto the sofa. The sofa was wide enough to accommodate my whole body and as I fall on the sofa there was a deep vibration due to my body weight. Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Very nice! Anita, you need to get down from the sofa once and give an exclusive shot. Actually I want to capture your rear from close up when you are running. I noticed that you were looking very attractive as you ran and I just want to capture that in frame. Okay? I did not know what to say or how to react? Should I feel proud to such a comment? Mr. Mangeskar: So what you do is you do not go in a circular fashion, but just come down running towards me from a point I tell you and then turn back and run back to that point. Hope that’s not a big ask? Me: No… Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… if you can. Mr. Pyaremohan quickly went towards a door, which led to another room, which was also fairly big. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, can you see that furniture down that corner? Me: Yes. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, you go there and come running down to me. Since the distance is substantial you can freely run here. I tried to estimate the distance and it was not less that 30-35 feet. The adjacent room too was unusually large. I nodded and started walking towards the farthest in the other room. Though I was feeling quite odd to run in this wet outfit in front of two males, but the whole shooting sequence was exciting me somewhat. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, keep the towel aside as I want your natural running posture, otherwise you will have to continuously hold the towel while running. That will actually kill the essence of this scene. Me: O… okay. I hesitatingly kept the towel on an adjacent chair. Mr. Mangeskar: Action! I started running and as I increased my pacing, I immediately realized that my big and heavy breasts were jumping up and down very awkwardly inside my wet blouse and honestly there was nothing I could do to stop it. My full-sized mammaries were swaying sideways as well as vertically as I ran towards the director. The director was standing midway and as I started running was pacing himself backwards with his camera. __________________ As I reached the end point in the room, he indicated me to turn back and run to the other room again. I did that and this time he was capturing close shots of my swaying gaand inside my wet petticoat as I ran away from him. Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Do this once more! I again started my run towards the director and this time I realized I was getting short of breath. I hardly do an exercise now-a-days and was not finding it very hard to run like this. I was breathing heavily and my firm breasts were swaying very, very sexily as I sprinted towards Mr. Mangeskar. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay! Great Anita! Great! Me: Uffff! (Puff! Puff!)) As I stood in front of him, I was panting significantly. I was a bit surprised when I noticed that that the director still had his eyes on the camera lens! Me: What more are you filming now? I am here! Mr. Mangeskar: He he… Anita… continuity… If I suddenly stop the shot after your run is over and in the next scene you are seen absolutely normal, will that not look very odd? That’s why I am recording shots of your breasts when you are out of breath. Do you understand baby? Me: Oh! I tried to hide my breasts with my arms. Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! Its over… Anyway, I must say that you looked awesome when you were running! Very sec… I mean very striking! I smiled shamelessly not realizing exactly what he meant. Mr. Mangeskar: O-k-a-y! Now we are heading towards the actual **** attempt and here Anita you have a big role to play. I want absolute natural expressions. Okay? Ummm… By the way, have you … I mean have you ever been r**ed? Me: What? (I almost yelled at him) Mr. Mangeskar: Oho… I mean were you ever teased or harassed by any male? Me: NO. Never. I replied very strongly as I went towards the sofa to lie down there for the next shot. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay. What I mean is I want the same fearful expressions as well as expressions of excitement as your servant touches your body closely. Getting me naaa? I lowered my eyes and nodded. Some shame still persisted in me! Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Pyaremohan-ji, you are a servant and you have got the malkin of the house in a compromised position. So I want that expression on your face. You are in a commanding position now. Okay? At the same time I want dialogues now. Anita, you will be talking to stop him, pleading, commanding, whatever you like and Pyaremohan-ji, you should be replying with rude language being the servant. Clear? Pyaremohan: Okay… Well, what will I… I mean what will I do now? Mr. Mangeskar: Lo karlo baat! Ye bhi kya bolna padega! Have you not scene any **** scene in movies? Pyaremohan: Yes, yes! Mr. Mangeskar: Then? Do that… … Bas! Anita, get that towel on your breasts… continuity… you now! My heart started beating louder hearing this. What did the director plan for? But before I could ask anything, he made the camera rolling and Mr. Pyaremohan was over my body in a flash. He attacked me from one side and grabbed my shoulder and kept me pinned on the soft surface of the sofa. Though he was quite obese, but he was remarkably swift! He threw off the towel from my breasts and looked hungrily at them. Pyaremohan: Uff! Kya maal hai! Me: Just shut and leave me! You brute! We started delivering dialogues as if he was the servant and I was the malkin, but honestly I started feeling rather uncomfortable being fully aware that this man was wearing nothing under his lungi. He already had given me the feel of his erect pole inside his lungi brushing it once or twice over my smooth thighs. I cried out “help” “help” and he was trying to peel off my blouse! Me: Eiii, what are doing? Stop! Pyaremohan: Chop Sali! Ajj mauka mila hai! Will not stop till I fuck you! Mr. Pyaremohan for the first time now touched my mammaries. He grabbed my left boob f***efully and kneaded it firmly. I cried out in pain and excitement and tried to stop him, but he caught my arms with his other hand. He repeated the action and this time he kneaded my breast a bit softly and also tried to cover my whole left breast with his palm so that I also enjoy that action. Of course I was not influenced and continued to struggle and tried to free my hands. But he turned out to be cleverer! He held my arms more tightly and immediately started feeling my naked breast area above my blouse. Getting the feel of his warm hand directly over my naked upper breasts indeed made my life very difficult. I clenched my lips tightly and tried to evade the feeling, but that bastard within a flash moved his hand off my upper breast and twisted my left nipple. Since my blouse and bra were both soaking wet, it must have been very easy for him to trace my nipple impression. Automatically my eyes got closed and I cried out in pain and happiness! Me: AAAAaaaa…..aaaaaa…. Uhhhhhh…… Sensing that it was the appropriate opportunity, Mr. Pyaremohan released my hands and without a second’s delay, pulled my blouse very strongly off my body as a result of which my wet blouse tore off in two parts near the area of the hooks. I could not believe my own eyes! At once my brassiere was exposed to him and as I looked down I was shocked to note that my breasts were almost 50% out of my tiny wet bra and could be clearly seen like daylight! Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! But don’t move! Anita! Just be in your position. Bilkul hilna mat! I remained stiff, but was very much eager to cover my breasts first. I saw the director coming near me and he positioned the camera right on top of my head and was recording. Since initially I was too eager to pay off that two thousand rupees, the fact did not strike me much that I would be filmed, but now seeing the way this director was canning my exposed body with a movie camera, I was a bit alert. Still I was not really shaken by this fact probably because I was ONLY habituated with a camera that “clicks”, but this one was surely different and hence it did not honestly bother me much! After adequately recording my half-exposed tits, he took his head out of the viewfinder of the camera. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I can read what you want to say from the way you are frowning. Tell me how many times you have seen a villain tearing apart heroine’s blouse in films? Me: That… that’s okay… but no more… I mean… Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Come on Anita! Don’t I know where to stop? You leave that to me naaa. Me: No.. no… please… I can’t be … I mean … I can’t be in my bra like this… (I covered my breasts with my arms again) I had to be extremely shameless verbally to make the director understand. Mr. Pyaremohan was siting silently by my side. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, my dear, tell me how can you shoot a **** scene with the heroine dr**ed fully? Na na…. … tell me! Me: But how can I be like this in front of … you people… !!! Mr. Mangeskar: Who told you to think like that? Just imagine you are all alone in this room and a ghost is trying to **** you! Ha ha ha… Me: I am not joking Mr. Mangeskar… I mean how do people act like this? I am feeling… feeling awful! Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! You are behaving like a newcomer. Okay, I agree that you have not acted in such a sequel, but you are familiar with the rules naa! Even after knowing that this is an attempted **** scene, if you say that I want to remain fully dressed … then I (shrugging heavily) really have nothing to say! I really got heated up by this comment! Me: What do you mean? Have I not taken off my sari? Have I not got fully wet in the shower? I even ran that distance in wet clothes for… I don’t know what for! What more do you want? Mr. Mangeskar: But my dear you should also consider that I did not take any screen tests of you and straightway got you into the acting zone– just on Pyaremohan-ji’s recommendations! That does not happen anywhere! Me: What has that to do with what I am saying? Mr. Mangeskar: Arre…what sort of duffer is this! Had I taken your screen test, I would have stripped you to your knickers to assess your figure… that’s the standard practice in this line and you know that very well! A-n-i-t-a, you are behaving… as if you are acting for the first time! Huh! Me: But… but then how long would I have to be like this… I mean… I was still covering my twin globes with my folded arms. Mr. Mangeskar: Hey Pyaremohan-ji… I cannot shoot like this! If she has a problem, lets quit! Sala! Waqt barbaad karne chale aate hain! Pyaremohan: Arre… please don’t get upset Mr. Mangeskar… I think… I mean Madam seems to be a bit uncomfortable err… wearing only the bra on her upper portion… but… but she never said she will not act… I mean.. Madam… am I right? The shopkeeper again was trying to guard me and I myself could also well realize that my whole effort till such time would be a sheer waste if I stay stubborn and argued further. Hence I had to change my gear spoke in a softer tone. Me: Yes.. err.. I mean that’s what I meant… I just wanted to convey my… I mean I just wanted to convey you my discomfort while acting in this condition. Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam. I can understand. Mr. Mangeskar, if you treat this case a bit compassionately. She is not very professional you know. Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Okay, but it’s not an uncommon syndrome you know. Only last month I had such a case while shooting with a newcomer girl. Uff! She was such a nakhrewali! There was a shot where she was sad as the hero was outstation and she was walking on the beach alone. She was wearing a top and a miniskirt you know and naturally as the wind remains stiff on the beach, her skirt was time and again flying up and she started objecting that her panty was visible. The director paused for a second and noted our reactions. Mr. Mangeskar: But the whole objective of the scene was different! I wanted to show that she was so sad and engrossed in her lover’s thoughts that she was unaware of what was happening as she walked. So there are so many angles and food for thought when a scene is captured… but these newcomers have only once track mind! Pyaremohan: Then? Mr. Mangeskar: Aur kya? I explained her the demand of that scene and she understood, but by that time we lost significant time. The funniest part is that – that same girl within a week’s time gave shots for me bathing in the waterfall without wearing an inner… just as Mandakini did in Ram Teri Ganga Maili. Ha ha ha… Pyaremohan: Really! Mr. Mangeskar: Yes… so you know Anita, it’s all in the mind. Mind game you know! If you concentrate on the acting part ONLY, you will really not notice how many people are present in the set or how much your clothes are covering you etc. etc. You should only have the objective to deliver 100%. Isn’t it? I had no other option but to nod my head after this explanation. Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, if it was a full-fledged bed scene then I could understand your hesitations as there you need to treat the male actor just like your husband or boyfriend may be because there the male actor will kiss you for prolonged period of time and will touch your body intimately and not only that in bed scenes now-a-days we prefer to have the heroine in western outfits… can you… tell you tell why Anita? Me: Uhu… (I nodded negatively) Mr. Mangeskar: Actually the flavor is lost… I intend to show love on screen, but what I end up with is something different! If the actress is wearing a sari, the whole concentration is on pulling off the sari, opening the hooks of the blouse, untying the petticoat knot… you know. So you know in reality the lovemaking part gets delayed. He paused for a second again and was in the mood to explain things! Mr. Mangeskar: But on the contrary if my heroine is wearing a skirt and a top, she looks smarter and I can maker her look hot also by varying the length of her skirt or the tightness of her top. Much simpler you know and most importantly its more comfortable for the heroine also! Me: How? (I almost reacted very spontaneously as I was listening to him quite attentively) Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, just imagine you are the heroine and you are doing a steamy bed scene for me. I was not at all prepared for a reply and immediately swallowed my own breath and looked down. Mr. Mangeskar: Suppose in the first case you are wearing a traditional dress and the hero while making love to you first drops your pallu off your breasts, then unwraps your sari off your waist and you have to also adjust your body significantly so that he can unwrap the sari completely, then he comes back and starts opening your blouse hooks, and then he again goes down to open the knot of your petticoat… don’t you feel the whole effort would make you more embarrassed and discomfit for a prolonged period of time? And… and the lovemaking also takes a back seat all this time? He paused a little taking a deep breath. Mr. Mangeskar: But had you been wearing a western outfit, the whole concentration could easily be kept on lovemaking simply because your outfit would just act as a second skin! As the hero would kiss you, he could just pull up your top near the hem and caress your belly. Again he only has to slid his hand downwards just a little to pull up your skirt to caress your legs. So everything goes in one smooth motion. Pyaremohan: Hmm.. you have a point! Mr. Mangeskar: I have a lot of points…. Just imagine how odd it would look if in that love scene the hero presses your breasts over your blouse… but if you are wearing a top, the hero can easily slid his hand inside your top from below and produce a better effect. Do you agree Anita? I nodded with a blushed face. The way the director was vividly explaining things, I could realize a stir within me and my nipples were responding to his “hot” talks adequately and were almost fully up inside my brassiere! Mr. Mangeskar: Good! But Anita, once and for all, get this nailed into your head that the demand of the scene must be fulfilled. Am I clear enough? I obviously did not want to irritate the director any more and promptly agreed. Me: Yes, yes. Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then guys, lets get back to business. Now for some intense action as the servant naturally is keen to touch his malkin. Anita, Anita, you will continue to be in your lying posture and exhibit resistance, and Pyaremohan-ji you will now ride Anita’s body. Okay? You balance yourself by placing your knees to her sides and sit near Anita’s belly. Clear? Pyaremohan: Yes. Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Now you both will get involved in some hugging and struggling… as it happens in a **** – Pyaremohan-ji will try to grab your breasts, try to kiss you, and hug you… I mean the things which are natural… and Anita, you just falsely struggle. Me: O… okay, but please ask him to be… I mean… err… a bit decent. Mr. Mangeskar: What rubbish! How can a **** be decent? Me: No, no I am not saying that… I am only … I mean I only have the bra now… err… that’s why… Mr. Mangeskar: Oh! Okay! Not to worry on that Anita, as you jolly well know that even if I want I cannot portray actual things that happens in a ****. I cannot show a full strip, which actually happens in a r**e… isn’t it? So…. so, don’t worry on those. Yes, some things do happen at times… which are by no means unnatural… for example in the struggle Anita, your bra clip pops open or say by chance your nipples get exposed out of your bra… these sort of things do happen in shooting, its not that only in **** scenes, but in other bed scenes also, but… but YOU should not worry on those because that surely gets edited. I was pretty much scared listening to him and was shocked to note the normalcy of his voice saying all these! My God! I decided to be very much careful about Mr. Pyaremohan’s moves and was of course not at all keen to expose further. Mr. Mangeskar: Enough bla-bla… lets get back to work! Action! Mr. Pyaremohan was as usual prompt in his actions! He quickly rode my body by placing his legs to my two sides and I readily realized that he was in a very commanding position now and could practically do anything from this posture! I was quite anxious and my heart started to race seeing him in that posture right over my figure. It was just like having my husband on me though he never sits on my body like this! The first thing he did was to held my hands and raised them above my head. Me: Hey! Stop! What… what… I could not even complete my words as I saw him bent fully over my body. His arms were also stretched above my head (pinning my hands) and his naked chest was now pressing on my upturned breasts. Simultaneously I could feel his erect cock brushing in my waist area and without ado I realized a sexual jerk within me. He quickly took his mouth right over me and this time without a miss locked my tender lips within his thick lips. As per the director’s instruction, I tried to protest by throwing my legs in the air so that it looked real. But as Mr. Pyaremohan continued to kiss me more deeply, I was getting weaker and weaker and was rather confused what to do. Though it was acting, as I got his “touches” directly on my body and as he planted the kiss deep in my lips, I was surely getting heated up and I was almost hugging him instead of a protest! My wet body added to the whole setting and I was undoubtedly getting enormously excited as he moved his tongue deep inside my mouth while he rhythmically pushed my pelvic area with his khada lund. Mr. Pyaremohan had a decent erection, which I could feel from the pokes he was accomplishing on the lower half of my body. Me: Uuuuuuuu… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… I demonstrated the joy of his kissing! With each moment, he was gaining in confidence and I was losing out. Mr. Pyaremohan was now in total control of my lips sucking my saliva very energetically. Concurrently, I could realize he was gradually sliding down positioning his crotch right over my choot! I was certainly getting feebler, both mentally and physically. Still I remembered the director’s instructions and continued to throw my legs in the air to show I was protesting. My petticoat being thoroughly wet was clinging to my feet and I was finding it rather difficult to throw my legs like that. In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion! At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra! Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh! Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement. Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii! I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body. Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh! Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help! Me: But… but…. Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say. The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation. Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah! Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter! Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy. Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…! I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation. My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger. Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit) Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this! Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding! Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast! Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that! Naturally I was boiling in anger. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem? Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra… My face was red in anger and shyness too! I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation. My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger. Pyaremohan: What will you do now Sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit) Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this! Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding! Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast! Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that! Naturally I was boiling in anger. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem? Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra… My face was red in anger and shyness too! Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it? Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can… Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I n