Step-brother Becomes A Stepping Stone

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IN PICS: POOJA | CONTRIBUTED BY DIDI’S AASHIQ

Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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I wish I had never asked my friend how my sister looked. Not sure if it would have made any difference or not, but I miss her. Not just because she is my step sister, but because is — or was — so much more till she betrayed me. I am Vishal by the way, but everyone calls me Chotu — even my name is a contradiction. For you to understand why I am so sad and upset, I need to start at the beginning.

It all started after my mom passed away. While she was alive, life was good. It’s true she did not have much time to spend at home. She was a successful actress and spent many months overseas on shooting locations. Many believe that in her hey day, she was by far the number one actress for the longest time running. Even as a character actress playing mom roles in her later years, her popularity hardly diminished.

But whenever she was home, she doted on me. Even in her absence, my care takers had strict instructions on my care and upbringing. I went to the best schools, had everything I needed on a platter. You could say I was born with a silver spoon. The down side to this protective upbringing was that I never learned street-smarts. I know I am naïve and gullible. I am too trusting and today, I am paying the price for all of that.

Dad is a businessman, also working in the film and fashion industry. He and I never connected. He never had time for me, even when he was home. His single minded focus was growing the business and “providing” for the family.

I was just 16 when mom passed away. That was the first time my world came crashing down.

Two years later, dad remarried. His new wife was the widow of a textile supplier to his business. If rumors were to be believed, my dad and my new step-mom spent more time fucking each others’ brains out than with their spouses — even when they were alive. It was when the two married that Pooja walked into my life.

Technically, she is my step-sister — just 1 month younger than me. Try telling that to a horny, hormonal 18 year old.

When she and her mom moved in after the wedding, Pooja and I had to share a room and the attached bathroom. One of the first things she asked me was whether I had any girlfriends.

When I said no, she said she has had many boyfriends. The way she talked about her sex life, she seemed to change boyfriends quicker than most people change clothes.

Watching her flaunt her assets in those tiny shorts that didn’t even fully cover her ass cheeks was pure sexual agony for me.

She never wore a bra at home and her perky nipples proudly poked through the figure hugging tops she wore.

She would step out of the shower, dripping wet, draped in a towel so small that it barely covered her nipples at the top and her pussy at the bottom.

She even showed me her hickies. One day, she lifted the bottom of her shorts to show me a love bite on her ass cheek, very close to her ass crack. Another day, she showed me love bites on her boobs. And one day, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pushed them down to reveal the top of her shaved pussy mouth. She had a love bite there too.

With most of her creamy breasts, legs and ass on display, and with all that sex talk, how was a guy literally sharing the room with her not to have sexual fantasies about her? I had aching balls every single day, thanks to her.

I developed a relationship with her discarded soiled panties — always sheer, always lace and sometimes even thong and crotch-less. I would take them to the bathroom whenever I wanted to masturbate. I smelled and licked them as I jerked off and emptied my load in them. I had to do this ritual least 2-3 times to ease the pain. God, she smelled and tasted like heaven, if her panties were any indication. I would often find some other guy’s dried cum in her panties and that would make me that much hornier for her.

She knew the effect she had on me and got sadistic pleasure from tormenting me. I often saw her staring at the tent in my boxers with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Things changed when she met my best friend Rocky.

The son of a stunt body-double, Rocky was 6 years older than me. The age difference did not matter, because he was my shield right from childhood. He protected me from bullies at school, helped me with studies, and so much more. He was the elder brother I didn’t have, someone I would trust with my life.

Rocky grow up in a lower middle class family and had seen his share of struggles. Where I was nerdy, he was street smart. He was a topper — not just in education, but also in sports. Built like a tank, nobody messed with him. Even though he was just 24, he was starting to hold his own in the fashion and film industry. This year, he had started producing low budget films and web series.

I am more into books than films, so do not connect with the film world. He would often give me a hard time because I hadn’t even seen his films. — watch them Chotu, you will grow up — he would say with a wink.

When he about to graduate college, I couldn’t miss the graduation ceremony.

There was to be a party after the ceremony and Pooja accompanied me to the function in a characteristically torturous figure-hugging dress.

Rocky won many academic and sports awards that day I was beaming in pride, clapping the loudest and longest every time his name was called out.

When he walked on to the stage for the first time, Pooja said, “Hey, Vishal, is that your friend?”

“Yes, that’s Rocky,” I replied, a proud grin on my face. “You know, he does so well in college in spite of working and running his own business.”

“He’s hot!” she whispered, giggling.

After the awards ceremony, Pooja couldn’t take her eyes off Rocky throughout the party.

She danced with him a few times and always made sure she was around him.

That wasn’t difficult because I was always around him, and all she had to do was make sure she was around me.

I on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off Pooja.

The way her boobs moved in that tight dress left me with a raging hard-on throughout the evening.

By the time we got home, my balls were aching so bad, it was difficult even to get out of the cab and walk to my room.

Pooja spent over half an hour in the bathroom and I cursed her the whole time.

When she finally came out, she had a towel wrapped around her, over some lingerie.

I rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself.

When I picked up her discarded panties, they were as wet as if she had washed them.

And then I realized what she was doing for the past half hour.

Clearly Rocky had her tuned on so much that she had been masturbating and had cum — probably more than once — in her panties.

I bent my head back, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and wrung her panties over my mouth. Her cum dripped from her panties on my tongue and my day was made.

I silently thanked Rocky for this heavenly surprise.

After sucking every drop I could from her panties, I smelled and licked her panties, taking in the heavenly aroma of Pooja’s sexuality.

Unconsciously, I started imagining how she must have inserted her hand in her panties, fingering herself while thinking of Rocky’s cock in her.

Before I knew what, I was wearing her dripping wet cum-soaked panties, my erection straining them. Her cum was not just coating my cock, but I could also feel her wetness all over my hips and ass.

As I started rubbing myself over her panties, my hands were covered in her cum too. In my horny teenage mind, this was as close to fucking my step-sister as I had ever been.

I couldn’t help wondering why I had never thought of wearing her panties while jerking off in them in the past.

It felt so good and I was so turned on that I couldn’t last.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back as long as I could, while imagining how Pooja must have imagined Rocky fucking her. But just that thought was enough to send me over the edge and I shot my load in her panties in less than two minutes.

In my twisted mind, I had just cum inside Pooja’s pussy, not her panties.

When my cock went limp, I took her panties off and licked them, tasting my cum mixed with her juices. Within minutes, I was hard again and the pain in my balls was back.

Wrapping her dripping wet panties around my erection, I started stroking myself again.

In my mind, I was imagining Pooja’s mouth wrapped around my shaft, not her panties and although I lasted longer this time, I had cum in her panties for a second time, just six minutes later.

Once again, I licked my cum and hers off her panties. While my cock was spent, my balls were still aching and as soon as I imagined Pooja masturbating to orgasm thinking about Rocky, my cock started stirring again.

Setting her panties down on the sink, I stared stroking myself again and shot my third load in her panties fifteen minutes later.

I knew Pooja was just beyond the bathroom door, probably lying in bed. I wondered if she had put on a fresh pair of panties or if she had got in bed without panties. How I’d have loved to find out.

I also wondered if she was thinking about Rocky lying in bed, the way I was thinking about her thinking about him. My head was a mess and my cock was hard yet aggain.

This time it took close to thirty minutes of imagining Rocky pounding my step-sister and cumming inside her before I shot my fourth load in her panties.

It was only then that my balls stopped aching. By the time I cleaned myself and tossed her panties in the laundry basket, every inch of her panties was coated in my cum. In my mind, I had just cum inside Pooja’s pussy four times, back-to-back.

In the past, I had cum in her panties up to three times in a day…but that was like once in the morning, then in the afternoon or evening and finally at night before going to bed. Never had I cum 4 times in about an hour. If this is how imagining her and wearing her panties made me cum, I was sure I could cum even more times actually fucking her.

When I came out, Pooja was curled up in her comfy blanket and I headed off to my bed at the other end of the room.

“Vishal,” Pooka whispered after a short while, “are you still awake?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“So….you said your friend runs a business also while studying?” she said after a while.

“Yes, he does. Works very hard and has a heart of gold.” I said, and cursed myself. Why was I selling Rocky to the girl I was aching to score?

“Really?” she said, “What does he do? Business I mean.”

“He makes films,” I said, “Also is involved in advertising in some way.”

“WOW!” she said, half sitting up on her elbow. The blanket fell off her boobs and I could clearly see her nipples through her sheer lingerie. “Will you formally introduce us?”

“Why,” I said, staring shamelessly at her boobs, unable to tear my eyes away, feeling a stirring in my cock.

“I have always wanted to be a model or an actress.” she said, “I even had a portfolio made. But you know how it is. It’s impossible to get a break without contacts these days.”

“Oh,”

“Please….” she pleaded, “pretty please?”

“I will talk to him,” I said, having no intentions of doing that.

We talked some more, my eyes not budging from her breasts, and yet, she didn’t bother covering up, letting me suffer.

After she fell asleep, I couldn’t get those perky nipples out of my head and soon was rock hard.

Going back to the bathroom I had to deposit yet another load in her panties before I could sleep.

Five times was a record for me — even for a whole day. Here I had cum 5 times in under two hours!

Wearing her dirty panties while masturbating became my new routine now and so did imagining her with Rocky.

Every couple days after that, she would hound me about introducing her to Rocky.

I kept trying to dodge the issue, but she was absolutely relentless.

A week later, she had her way — and how!

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It was a long weekend, and both dad and Pooja’s mom were able to take time off. So off we all went to Mauritius for a 3-day holiday. The oldies were excited because this was our first trip as a family. There’s a lot to see in Mauritius, but for teenagers, the beach was all that we wanted.

It was 7 am the day after we landed. The sound of argument woke me up. When I came out of the room after freshening up, I saw Pooja throwing a tantrum and her mom and my dad trying to appease her.

Instead of trying to figure out what the issue was, I was preoccupied with what Pooja had on — a sheer pink wrap over a two-piece black tie-up bikini. She had her back to me and I thought she had no bikini bottoms on. I could clearly see her perfect ass cheeks through the wrap. It was when she turned that I saw the string of her thong bikini on her hip. I imagined how the bikini bottoms must be buried deep between her ass cheeks. My tongue would have loved to go where they were.

“Take Vishal with you,” hearing my name, my head came out of the gutter. Dad turned to me and added, “will you go with her?”

“Where?” I said rubbing my eyes, still half asleep, “it’s barely 7 in the morning.”

“Please Chotu, come na,” Pooja said running to me and dragging me by my hand.

“Where?” I repeated, electricity coursing through my body at her touch.

“She wants to go swimming in the beach beta,” her mom said, “but the tide is high and the waters look choppy.”

“We were trying to tell her it’s not safe right now,” dad added.

“I can’t go right now,” her mom continued. “There’s unpacking to do, breakfast to make and so much other work that won’t take care of itself. And your dad doesn’t know swimming, so won’t be much use even if he went with her.”

“Come na Vishal, pleeaassseee,” Pooja pleaded

“Ok,” I said, getting excited at the prospect of swimming with her.

The beach was just a short 10 minute walk from where we were staying. When we got there, I could see that the waves were rather rough, but I am a good swimmer and wasn’t bother by them.

Pooja ran and threw herself in the water and I wasn’t too far behind.

“You know Chotu,” she said, “I lost my virginity in the sea. We had gone on a week long college trip to Goa. On the very first day, almost everyone was swimming in the sea. My friends, even teachers were right around us when my first boyfriend came up to me.

“He untied and removed my bikini bottoms and shoved his cock inside me. He fucked me right in front of all my friends and teachers and nobody realized what was happening.

I had my first orgasm around his hardness buried deep inside me.

He kept moving in and out of me for close to fifteen minutes and I almost screamed when he shot his load deep inside me.

“Imagine, the very first time — in front of the entire class and teachers — and his hot cum flooding deep inside me. It was incredible.

After he was done, I looked for my bikini bottoms, but couldn’t find them. Luckily for me, I was wearing this very wrap, so when I came out of the water, nobody realized I was naked at the bottom under the wrap.

That’s why this is my favorite wrap. Wearing it reminds me of that week in Goa and makes my pussy so wet.

“He fucked me in front of everyone every single day. Sometimes 3-4 times a day. The second day, he also took my anal virginity. It was so erotic.

“It was a week long trip and I had taken at least 15-20 loads of his cum in my ass and pussy — maybe more — before the trip ended.

“I wanted to go underwater and make him cum in my mouth too, but that would have looked suspicious.”

Just listening to her, I had an erection.

Just then, a wave literally picked Pooja up and tossed her. She shrieked, more in excitement than in fear. I laughed.

“Shit!” she was the next word she said and then repeated it three more times, “shit, shit, shit.”

“What happened?” I asked, looking over at her and saw her go down under water and bob back out. Then down she went again and back out. What was she doing.

I swam to her. “What are you doing?”

“My bikini bottoms came off, Chotu,” she said, “I am looking for them.”

“What?” I said, my cock now rock hard, thinking she was naked waist down, under the wrap.

Not that the bikini bottoms covered much anyway, but it was still something.

And now, there was nothing.

“Look na,” she said, going down again and popping back up a few second later. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to where she thought she lost them.

When I said I will look, she grabbed my head and pushed me down underwater — between her legs.

Right in front of my eyes, was the most glorious, naked, shaved pussy — the first one I had ever seen in my life.

A few second later, she let go of my head and I was out of the water, “See anything?” she asked, I shook my head.

“Look some more,” she said and pushed my head underwater again. That’s when I realized what she was doing. She wasn’t making me search. She was holding my head in place, right in front of her pussy, letting me see her nakedness.

“See anything?” she asked again, when I came back out of the water.

“Heaven,” I said, “I saw heaven,”

“About time you did” she said, shyly, “you can enter heaven too, you know.”

“How?” I croaked.

In reply she shrugged, “With your tongue, fingers or,” reaching down, she pulled my swimming trunks down and grabbed my erection, “this. Ooh… looks bigger and harder than my boyfriend’s.”

“Really?” I couldn’t believe my luck.

“I think ‘heaven’,” she put quotation marks around the word with her fingers, ” is a better place to leave your cum than my panties,” she said, winking, “don’t you think?”

“You know about that?”

“From the very first day,” she said, “and I have wanted you from the very first day. Why do you think I put on a show in our bedroom and keep talking about sex? You just don’t take a hint.”

“And is that why you masturbate thinking about my friend?”

“Your friend?” she said, “which friend?”

“Rocky,” I said, “you said he was hot.”

“Yeah, he is,” she said shrugging, “but he isn’t my type. I was curious about him because he could help my career.”

“And I am? Your type, I mean.”

“You’re cute,” she said, smiling, “I’ve been wanting to do this from the day I saw you at the wedding.”

With that, she grabbed my hair and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and found my tongue.

“Wow!” she said, breaking the kiss immediately, “you taste lovely. Would you think I am nasty if I said, I want your saliva?” I was too dumbstruck to say anything and just shook my head no.

“How do I taste?” she asked, “you like the taste of my saliva?” I nodded, “want more?” I nodded.

She pulled me back into the kiss, feeding me her tongue. I sucked hungrily.

All through this, she still had my cock in her hand and kept stroking me.

“Yummy!” she said, licking her lips.

“Can I see again?” I said, pleading.

“What?”

“Heaven.” she giggled.

“Naughty boy,” she said and, releasing my cock, pushed me underwater. This time she guided my face to within a couple inches of her pussy.

“Like what you see?” she asked, blushing, when I came back out of the water.

“I want to kiss heaven,” I said.

“Today, just this,” she said, pulling me back into a kiss. She grabbed my cock again, pulled me into her and started rubbing my hardness up and down her pussy.

I couldn’t help it. I just exploded right then.

She fed me her tongue and saliva for a solid ten minutes.

She never stopped stroking my cock, even when it went limp. She released it and broke the kiss only when it started going hard again.

“Next time, I want to taste what you just wasted in the water,” she said. I couldn’t believe she wanted to taste my cum. “And if you let me, maybe I will let you kiss heaven.” she said winking.

“Were you serious when you said I could enter heaven?”

“Yes,” she replied, pressing my limp cock at her opening, “I so want you to enjoy heaven. I have wanted you inside me from the day I saw you. I have masturbated wondering how your hot cum would feel flooding deep inside my body. I would so love for you to cum in my pussy. Would you like to?” I just nodded, a lump in my throat.

“But I need to get my career going.” she continued, “Sex is a distraction and I swore I won’t have sex till my career is off the ground. That’s why I wanted you to make the introduction. So I could have you and you could enjoy heaven in any way you wanted.”

“I will see what I can do,” I said pulling her back into a kiss, devouring her mouth, her tongue and her heavenly saliva. I grabbed her boobs and when she didn’t protest or push back, I slid my hand inside her wrap and bikini top and caressed a hard perky nipple. That’s when she pushed me back.

“Don’t tempt me, Chotu,” she said, sadness in her eyes, “I won’t be able to resist you. I so want your mouth where your finger just was and I want to feel you explode deep inside me. But I will have to wait for that dream to come true…” she said sighing.

“After your first break?”

“Whatever you want to do,” she nodded, “no limits. Promise.”

“By the way,” she added and reached behind her and pulled at something, “I found it.” she said showing me her thong bikini bottoms. “It was just stuck in my bikini top I guess.”

“Nice,” I said, winking at her.

“Want to put this on me?” she asked, “you will get one last look at heaven.”

I sure did and made sure I even touched heaven while I put her bikini bottoms on her. I was so tempted to kiss and lick her, but I didn’t want to risk her getting mad at me.

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Rocky tried talking me out of it. He said I didn’t know this industry. That he wouldn’t want his sister working in this industry. She would almost certainly have to give sexual favors and even then, there was no guarantee. But I was thinking with my dick. The only way I was going to be able to fuck Pooja was if she got a break. And the only way I knew to get her a break was Rocky. Everything else didn’t matter.

“Bring her to the studio with her portfolio,” Rocky said giving in finally. “Make sure you come too. You will see what I mean about this industry being dirty. You may hate me after that, but then, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

We showed up at the studio the next morning. Pooja looks absolutely delicious in the red dress she had chosen for the meeting.

After some small talk and chai, Rocky asked for her portfolio. She handed it to him.

“No nudes?” he asked after taking his time going through her pictures. Both of us shook our heads ‘no’.

“That’s ok,” he said, returning the portfolio, “we can make her portfolio of nudes.”

“Why do we need that?” Pooja asked.

“Look, I will be honest with you,” Rocky said, “I tried talking Chotu out of this. I am not exactly Stephen Spielberg you know. I am a struggler too. One has to climb the ladder one rung at a time. And there’s no guarantee that there will be a next rung to climb. I make, B and C grade adult web movies. Those are mainly sex flicks. That’s where I can offer anyone a break. People think comedy is the hardest genre for an actor. It’s not. Sex is. Anyone doing a sex scene needs to be convincing with expressions and body language. It’s not easy when you are probably with a guy you find ugly. People think it’s easy money, but it is not.”

“But…” Pooja started speaking and Rocky held up his hand, “let me complete.” he said.

“My advice to you is to leave. But if you want to seriously consider a career in this industry, this is your best chance. That’s why we need a portfolio of your nudes. Every inch of your body will be scrutinized for how it will appear on screen. Your acting in sex scenes will be scrutinized. Every producer will want to fuck you before considering you. Directors and actors to. And even then, it may or may not work out. Are you up for this?”

“Who will do the portfolio?” Pooja asked “and the audition for the sex scenes.”

“Since you are Chotu’s sister, I wouldn’t want any aira gaira doing it.” he said, “I will do both for you.”

“Then I am ready,” Pooja said.

“You do know that I will be fucking you right?” Pooja nodded.

“So, what do you think? I said, “how is my sister?”

“She has a great body,” Rocky said, “There’s potential if she can act. But since she doesn’t have a nudes portfolio, I will have to check her body myself. I can do that now or some other day, doesn’t matter.”

“Now is fine,” Pooja said.

“Can I be present?” I asked.

“Dude, I will be stripping your sister naked,” he said laughing, “you want to watch that?”

“Step sister,” I corrected.

“Ah,” Rocky said, seeing the lust in my eyes and realizing I wanted to see her naked “You have any problems? He asked Pooja who shook her head ‘no’

“Whatever, I don’t mind.” he said and got off his chair. Locking the studio door and walked over to Pooja. Taking her hand, he made her stand up.

“You do have unusual eyes,” he said, looking into her eyes, “if you can handle expressions, your eyes could be your key to success.”

He caressed her hair, complimenting it, checked out her ears and commented approvingly that there were no scars and they were perfectly symmetrical. He caressed her lips saying they were very kissable.

He then grabbed her breasts and Pooja gasped. Nice and firm. That’s good. He said. He ran his hand down her belly and complimented her on how flat and firm it was. Going behind her, he got on his knees with his face a few inches from her ass, and grabbed her ass cheeks. I could hear the sharp intake of breath from Pooja. Nice ass he said. Spreading her cheeks wide, he ran a finger down her ass crack. Looks perfect for anal, but we will have to examine it closer. Spreading her legs wide, he ran his hands up and down her legs. Nice and firm he said. He complimented her feet.

Then he proceeded to pull the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed them again, nodding his approval. His face inches from her body, he examined every inch of her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he said he loved how perfectly shaped and hard they were.

He pulled her dress all the way down and Pooja stepped out of it. She was facing me and I could see the damp spot on her panties. Damn, this was turning her on.

Rocky inspected every inch of her shoulders, neck, back, belly and both her legs.

He smiled when he saw the damp spot on her panties.

He smelled her wetness.

He rubbed his fingers up and down her opening over her wetness and her panties got even wetter.

He wedged her panties into her pussy, giving her a perfect camel toe.

He squeezed and caressed her pussy over her panties. She just stood there letting him do whatever he wanted to.

“Looks perfect,” he said and Pooja blushed.

He pulled her panties down, exposing her pussy.

“What a beautiful pussy,” he said admiring her nakedness, “Perfect, for close up pussy eating scenes” he said.

“Clearly you shaved, but it looks as if you are naturally hairless. Combined with your baby-face, you will be perfect for ‘barely legal’ and defloration flicks. Oh and old-young plots too.” He concluded.

“Hold your panties here,” he instructed Pooja.

When she complied, he started running his thumb up and down her slit and then started caressing her clit with his fingers.

She was instantly wet.

He drilled her pussy with his finger for a few minutes, clearly enjoying it.

Pooja closed her eyes, bit her lips and threw her head back, clearly enjoying it too.

He opened her pussy lips and stared at her swollen clit.

Sliding a finger up and down her opening, he entered her with a finger. “Nice and wet,” he said pulling his finger out.

“And delicious,” he added when he licked his finger. “Actors will want to do retake after retake of your pussy eating and fucking scenes.”

“I thought you were going to do the audition.” Pooja said.

“Of course,” he said nodding, “so I will be the actor doing retake after retake I guess. Any problem with me eating and fucking your pussy repeatedly?”

Pooja shook her head ‘no.’

“Put your hands on the table and bend over,” he said.

When she complied, he went behind her and pulled her panties down.

Taking them off complete, he smelled them approvingly and tossed them to me.

“She smells heavenly,” he said to me, “check it out.”

I was burning with jealousy but still had a raging hardon watching this unfold in front of me.

I smelled her panties and and held it to my nose, breathing in the divine scent of her sex with every breath. I held her panties to my nose, breathing in her sex while watching Rocky explore her body.

Rocky spread Pooja’s ass cheeks wide.

“Nice and tight,” Rocky said, “never did anal before?”

“Long back,” she replied, “with my first boyfriend. But not since.”

“Mind if he takes a look too?” Rocky asked her, “looks like he wants to.”

She didn’t mind, so he called me over.

“See how tight that is. Imagine your hardness in that tight ass.”

With that, he pushed a thumb into her tight ass hole, to illustrate the point.

“Perfect for anal.” he complimented keeping his thumb buried deep inside her ass.

Pulling his finger out finally, he spanked her ass. Nice he commented at how her ass cheeks jiggled when he spanked them.

“Ok, done for now.” he said straightening up and returning to his seat behind the desk. “Wait a minute” he said, got off the seat and returned to where pooja was standing naked.

He got on his knees, his face as close to her pussy as mine was underwater.

“Hey look at this,” he called out to me and I was right next to him. “You can see her wetness almost leaking out,” he said staring at her pussy, glistening with her wetness all but leaking out of her.

“She tastes heavenly too,” he said to me, “tasted her before?” I shook my head no.

“Try it,” he said, “totally worth it. You won’t regret it.” As I bent forward to lick her pussy, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

“Not like that dude,” he said, “not unless you want to eat her to an orgasm right here.”

He rubbed two fingers up and down her opening and then slid them up her hole till they were all the way inside her.

He moved them around in her pussy and pulled out. They were covered in her juices. He made me lick one finger, and then licked the other himself.

“Delicious, right?” he said, and I just nodded. FUCK I had tasted Pooja, even though it wasn’t the way I had imagined doing it.

“Anyway, we are done for now. You can put your clothes back on.” he said and returned to his seat behind the desk.

“So, how is she?” I asked, eager to hear the verdict.

“No blemishes, scars, etc.,” he said, “her body’s perfect. Can’t think of a scene she wouldn’t be good for. IF, and that’s a big if, she can act. And for that, we have to shoot a few audition episodes.”

“When do we do that?” she asked, her face flushed beet red.

“Let me check,” he said. Clicking on his mouse a few times, he checked his calendar.

“We will need to do at least a couple scenes,” he said as he was checking his calendar and stared counting them off his fingers:

1. Forced sex where the villain takes her against her wishes — standard Bollywood stuff, but explicit.
2. Either suhaag raat or some other romantic love making scene
3. Revenge sex or some other kind of intense hardcore scene
4. Many aspiring actresses agree to gangbangs because they show how many men she can handle at a time while maintaining character and expressions, but she’s your sister — sorry step sister — and I guess she doesn’t want random actors fucking her for just audition tapes. How about a threesome? Would you have a problem with Vishal fucking you with me? Pooja shook her head no.

We can pick any two of these. I am thinking threesome is a must. The other one I can decide on before the shoot.

That’s about it I guess.

We will have to do variations of each scene but before that, I want to know if you have any restrictions?

“Meaning?” Pooja asked.

“Like some won’t do same gender sex — gay and lesbian, some are strictly against anal, some mandate a condom, like that.

“No girl-on-girl,” she said, “Nothing against it, just that it’s not for me.”

“So I am guessing you aren’t a virgin.” Pooja nodded, “That’s good. Let me know if any of these are off limits:

1. Oral — both blowjobs and cunnilingus
2. Creamies: both pussy and anal
3. Double penetration
4. Cock in all holes — not now, but if you get a gangbang or orgy part
5. Swallowing
6. Cum on body

Pooja was fine with all of that. Any restrictions on timings? Like if shoots go late into the night or overnight — Pooja had no problems

What about offsite and overseas shoots if you get a part? — No problems again. Do you have a passport — yes.

If you are not on the pill, I need you to start. That’s not a suggestion. It’s a requirement if you are going to take creampies.

You will be taking a lot of loads in your pussy, and I don’t want to risk any complications. You will also be signing a contract that absolves me, the studio, staff and any of my clients of responsibility in case of an unforeseen pregnancy. That is mainly for future gigs, if the auditions get you work.

So we will probably need 5-7 days since we will have to do variations of each scene.

You have two choices — weekdays seven weeks from now or Friday to Sunday, two weeks running starting two days from now.

I may be going overseas for a shoot in a couple weeks — if we are able to finalize the cast by then — that’s why I can’t do weekdays till after 7 weeks.

Pooja was fine with the two Friday-Sunday slots.

You will have to set a weekend aside for the threesome scene. You are welcome to come along on all days if you don’t mind seeing me fuck her, but you are needed for the threesome.

“I will come with her on all days,” I said.

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. He extends a notepad and pen towards Pooja and says, “I have Vishal’s number, but write yours down here also just in case. I may need to contact you guys to discuss the plots or if there are any unforeseen change in plans.”

While she is writing, he continues, “I start early and value punctuality, “shoot ends when we have a good shot. Can be in a few hours or can go on day and night. If you guys are fine with that, I will see you guys here at 6 am sharp on Friday.”

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“He was so different today compared to the graduation.” Pooja commented, clearly in awe as we left the studio. “That day, he was all warm, smiling and affectionate, especially towards you. Today he was all formal and business like. It was like two different guys.”

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” I said accusingly as we got in the car and started driving home.

“What? No, not at all,” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “I am being practical here, ok. The way I see it, sex is a means to an end. If I need to fuck someone to get my career started, then so be it. It doesn’t mean I have to actually like the guy or want to fuck him.”

“But you were all wet,” I said, “I saw how much. I tasted your wetness for him.”

“Don’t be silly, Chotu,” she said, turning to face me in the passenger seat, “You had a hard-on too, does that mean you wanted to fuck him too? I didn’t expect to get naked and explored like that. It’s biology man. The body responds to stimulus. Besides, I was imaging you doing it all along, so that I won’t be revolted. Maybe that’s why I was so turned on.”

“You are lying,” I said, still upset and jealous.

“Look I told you that you could have heaven when I got my first gig didn’t I?” she said, “But I am so hot for you right now, I can’t wait that long. I want you to take me today. If that doesn’t convince you that I was wet for you, nothing will.”

I slammed the brakes and stopped the car. We looked at each other silently for a moment — ‘Dad’ I said, and ‘Mom’ she said at the same time. Both our phones were out the next instant. My call connected first.

“Dad is out of town and not expected to return till the end of the month” I said, “if you are trying to call your mom, don’t bother. She is with him.”

“So the coast is clear,” she said.

We were kissing hungrily even before we shut and locked the door when we returned home.

Our hands were all over each others’ bodies when our lips locked.

She had no shyness or reservation and took me with an open mouth. Her tongue in my mouth felt divine.

I sucked it, devouring her and she sucked my tongue with equal passion.

We kicked our shoes off and stumbled to the couch, our lips licked and refusing to come apart.

As soon as we sat on the couch, I was kissing and licking her all over her mouth, shoulders, neck and chest above her red dress.

“Any restrictions?” I asked, mimicking Rocky’s professional tone. Pooja laughed.

“No hickies anywhere on my body,” she gasped. “Can’t risk it for the shoot.” I nodded understanding. “Other than that, do whatever you want and however much you want.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I want it all. I want to cum in all your holes and on you, I want to taste every single inch of your body, I want you to cum in my mouth and with my cock buried deep inside you. But I don’t know where to start. I am so hard, I will explode any minute.”

“I have an idea,” she said, “let’s get one thing out of the way quickly, so you can take your time with the rest.”

“Meaning?”

In reply, she pushed me back on the couch. She took off my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees along with my underwear. As aroused as I was, my cock sprag and almost rested on my belly.

Pooja licked me from my balls to the tip of my cock, which was already leaking precum.

“Meaning, I want to taste what you wasted the other day at the beach,” she replied.

She rubbed a finger against the tip of my cock and licked my precum.

When she took the head of my cock in her mouth, I groaned.

Her tongue was driving me wild, licking the tip, then circling the head and back to the tip.

She started caressing my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other.

I thrust upwards driving my hardness all the way in her mouth and exploded with a cry of pure pleasure.

It was over that quick.

“yummy, yum, yum,” Pooja said picking up my cum that had spilled over on to her cheeks and chest with a finger and sucking it. “best protein shake ever.”

“You know what,” I said, getting off the couch and taking off my pants and underwear completely. She looked up at me, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I was promised heaven today, but before I go there, I got to see some of the most delicious lookin nipples that I want to suck on.”

With that, I pounced on her and Pooja shrieked in surprise.

Planting a kiss on her lips, I pulled her dress down below exposing her boobs. Taking one gorgeous nipple in my mouth I started sucking her like a baby while squeezing her other breast.

“Harder,” Pooja moaned, “suck it harder.” and I did, even biting it gently a few times and getting exquisite moans and groans from her.

By the time I had sucked both her nipples sore, my cock was starting to stir again.

Moving up, I started kissing her. Sliding a hand under her dress, I lifted it all the way up to her hips.

Reaching around her leg, I started fingering her ass and pussy.

Pooja was moaning and groaning in my mouth.

“My God Chotu,” Pooja moaned, “you are going to make me cum.”

“Oh no you are not,” I said, “not till I have your pussy in my mouth.”

“Yes, Chotu,” she groaned, “eat me. I want to cum in your mouth.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. Pulling her panties down, I spread her legs and went to work, devouring the heaven between them.

Pooja grabbed my hair and pulled me into her, moaning and groaning with every lick, and suck I bestowed on her pussy.

“I am cumming Chotu,” she screamed, “Oh yes, I am cumming. Aaaaaahhhhhh…”

I ate her right through her orgasm and by the time it passed, I was rock hard again.

“Wow!” Pooja said, “that was awesome.”

“I am not done yet,” I said.

“No? What do you want to do next?”

“I want to fuck your ass and pussy before Rocky does,” I said, grinning at her and turning her around on her belly.

Lifting her hips in the air, I spread her ass cheeks wide and licked her from her pussy to her ass hole, drilling it with my tongue.

In my mind, the idea sounded far better than how it felt in reality licking her ass. But I couldn’t let her know I wasn’t enjoying it, so continued to eat her butt hole.

Her pussy tasted much better and so I would take turns drilling both her pussy and her butt hole. But I couldn’t keep it up for more than a minute or so.

I entered her butt with a finger. “Oh yessss…..” Pooja cooed.

Encouraged, I started finger fucking her ass. Then I shoved a second finger, widening her hole. After a few minutes of that, I shoved my hardness into her.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh…..”Pooja screamed when I pushed myself all the way into her, “Oh fuck yes! Chotu.”

I started drilling her ass and shot my load into her five minutes later.

“Oh fuck, that was incredible,” Pooja said in a husky, contented voice, “and you still haven’t entered heaven yet.”

“Saving the best for last,” I said grinning at her

“I think Rocky liked my pussy the most,” she said, “what do you think?”

“I like it the most too,” I said, “especially the taste of your juices.”

“Then help yourself to some na,” she said, “who is stopping you? The way Rocky was talking about doing multiple retakes, I have a feeling he is going to eat me again and again during the shoot.”

“A second drink from heaven is exactly what I had in mind,” I said turning her on her back and spreading her legs.

“I have a better idea,” she said, “why don’t I suck your cock back to hardness while you eat me? That way, both of us can be enjoying our favorite part of the other’s body at the same time.”

“You like my cock that much?”

“It’s just beautiful and cute…like the rest of you,” she said, giggling.

I didn’t think cute was the most flattering adjective for my cock, but I still took it as a compliment. And 69 sounded like a great idea.

My cock took much longer to get hard this time and even Pooja didn’t have an orgasm till I had eaten her for well over half an hour.

I ate her till her orgasm passed.

Turning her around, I lifted both her legs to her shoulders and entered her.

Her little 18 year old pussy was tight. Incredibly tight. But she was also incredibly wet.

My entire dick was buried to the hilt inside her in no time.

“That feels so good, Chotu,” she groaned, “I can feel you so deep inside me. Fuck me Chotu.”

I was literally in heaven and I pounded her pussy for close to ten minutes before both of us came at the same time.

“Fuck!” she groaned, “You came three fucking times. You are a monster.”

“Enjoyed it?”

She laughed, “that has to be the understatement of the year. I thought I was going to die the way you made me cum. You are fucking incredible.”

“No Pooja,” I said, “you are. You are more incredible than my imagination.”

“So, now that you have planted your cum in all my holes, what was your favorite part and least favorite.”

“That’s not a fair question,” I protested.

“Why?” she said, “ok… I will go first.”

“My most favorite part was your cum. I just absolutely loved it. Whether it was in my mouth, ass or pussy, I could feel your cum in me and that was the best feeling ever. I hope you have more for me, because I want all of it.”

“And least favorite?”

“That was when you licked my butt. I was just starting to feel good when you stopped. I wish you had done it longer. I am sure it would have felt great. Now your turn.” she said.

“Ok, most favorite was your pussy. Everything about it is exquisite. From the way it looks to the way it tastes, to how incredibly tight it is.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet,” she cooed, “you liked it when I came in your mouth?”

“Absolutely loved drinking every drop of your cum. Wish you had cum more than once in my mouth..”

“I am sure you have every intention of eating me again,” she said “And what was least favorite?”

“Least favorite was perhaps licking your ass hole.”

“Awe, you didn’t like my ass?” she said pouting.

“Oh I loved fucking it,” I said, “but I imagined licking your ass would turn me on far more than it did. But like I said, it was the least favorite. I still enjoyed it.”

“So, if all you could do was lick my ass, you would do it?”

“Of course,” I lied, “with you, everything is incredible.

“I don’t believe you.” she said, still pouting, “You are just saying that to make me feel better.”

“No, I swear, I am not,”

“Prove it,” she said, “fuck my ass with your tongue for fifteen minutes or till I cum and I will believe you.”

Fuck! I thought, no way to get out of this without upsetting her.

“And if you make me cum in less than fifteen minutes, you can eat my pussy through my orgasm and drink my juices. And also fuck my pussy to your heart’s content and cum in it as much as you want. I would very much like to feel your cum in my pussy again.”

“As much as I want?” I asked, “We have two days before the shoot. You are saying I can fuck your pussy as much as I want over the next two days?”

“One day, sorry.” she said wrinkling her nose. “I need to keep the body fresh for the shoot and need to give it at least one day’s break. you are a monster. If you fuck me the day before the shoot, I won’t even be able to walk properly, leave alone any acting. BUT, after the shoot is done, it’s all yours, everyday, if you want it.”

“Ok deal,” I said, grinning.

“Your time starts….now.” she said grinning.

Turning her around and spreading her ass cheeks, I started licking her butt hole. I could taste my own cum that had spilled out of her hole and that kind of turned me on.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “I like that”

I kept licked her all around her opening and flicked her butt hole with my tongue.

“Oh yes,” Pooja groaned, “fuck my ass with your tongue.”

I had no choice. Opening her even wider, I slid my tongue inside her.

“Deeper,” she groaned.

Deeper and deeper I slid my tongue till it could go no further. My tongue was buried deep inside Pooja’s ass and I started moving in and out. For fifteen agonizing moments, I fucked her butt with my tongue with Pooja cooing and moaning how much she was enjoying it and how I was going to make her cum.

When the time was up, she rewarded me by letting me eat her pussy and came in my mouth. I then fucked and creamed her pussy for the second time that day.

It was night and both of us were completely spent and headed off to bed.

“Sleep in my bed,” she said when I headed to mine. “That way, if you feel like playing in the middle of the night, heaven will be right there for you.”

We lay spooning each other, kissing and caressing each others’ bodies.

I had recurring wild dreams of Rocky fucking Pooja, eating her pussy to orgasm after orgasm, depositing his cum in her pussy again and again.

Each time I woke up from the dream, I was rock hard. I ate pussy to orgasm each time and fucked her cumming once each in her pussy, mouth and ass before it was morning and I finally was able to get a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, Pooja was sitting on my face, feeding me her pussy.

“Breakfast is ready,” she said grinning, “eat it to your heart’s content. Hope you enjoy it.”

Oh boy! What a way to wake up, I thought. I wished I could get this breakfast in bed every morning. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I pulled her into my mouth and devoured her till she came ten minutes later.

Rolling over, she spread her legs. “Time to enter heaven. I need to feel your cum in me.”

But I was completely limp, maybe because of the number of times I had cum the previous day and through the night. She tried sucking and stroking it to hardness but nothing worked. I was so embarrassed.

“It’s ok,” she said, “happens. You fucked me so much yesterday, even a monster needs rest.”

“I am so sorry, Pooja,” I said, “I so want to fuck that pussy of yours.”

“Want to see if eating me to an orgasm again will help? It’s just that today is the last day we can fuck and I was hoping you would fuck me at least as many times as you did yesterday and last night.”

I ate her delicious little pussy to an orgasm, and yet my cock wouldn’t stir. We tried again in the afternoon and at night and Pooja even let me try the following morning, but it just wouldn’t get up.

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We pulled up into the parking lot at the studio 2 minutes before 6 on Friday. We were just getting out of the car when Rocky parked his car next to hours.

“Good morning,” he said, shaking my hand and kissing Pooja’s cheeks formally. Taking a folder out of the passenger seat, he led the way, opened the studio and locked the door behind him.

He was all professional. Clearly, he was used to leaving friendship and emotions outside the studio doors. He had this ability to focus single mindedly on whatever he was doing. When he was a friend, he was all mushy, relaxed and smiling. When he was studying, nothing could distract him. When working, he was all business. This ability to compartmentalize and focus, not letting different parts of life mix is probably what made him successful in whatever he did.

“Since it’s Pooja’s first audition and considering how awkward she was about strangers, I have given the entire staff a day off today.” he started saying as we entered the studio and made our way through the hallway to his office. That means a few things for all of us.

1. Since there is no film crew, I have had to set up multiple remotely operated cameras. 15 in all from different angles. Some long shots, some close ups, some from the top, some at bed level, and so on. That means we will all need to know where the cameras are and make sure we don’t block them. I have marked off-camera spots, so when we aren’t in frame, those are the place we should be, clear? We both nodded.
2. It also means, I will have to play multiple roles. From actor to camera man to checking the footage and so on. That means it will be slow going and will take much longer than if I had a crew.
3. Vishal, food is your responsibility for the day. We have a fully stocked kitchen. If you are bored and comfortable cooking, feel free to use it. Or you are welcome to order in everything from chai to food and snacks. You decide what and when. I don’t need the additional hassle, and I want Pooja to focus on the acting and not be distracted by stuff. I nodded understanding.
4. I just want you to go with the flow. Don’t try to ‘act’. That’s when actors do their worst. Try to be yourself. I know it will be hard, but try to enjoy yourself. You good? she nodded.

Once we reached his office and were seated, he opened the folder he was carrying, extracted a few stapled pages and placed them in front of Pooja. Taking a pen out of a pen stand, he placed it on top of the papers. “That’s the contract you will have to sign. There are 2 copies. One for you and one for me. I have already signed both. Read it and sign it before we go any further.”

As she was reading, he made a phone call. While the phone was ringing, he looked at me, then at Pooja, then back at me and silently mouthed, “tea or coffee?”

“Tea,” I mouthed back. He ordered three teas and sat back. We waited silently as Pooja read through the contract carefully. The tea arrived and by the time we finished drinking it, Pooja had gone through the contract and signed both copies.

“Now, the plots.” he said, taking one copy of the contract from her and tossing it at the bottom of the folder.

He extracted two sets of stapled sheets from the folder and handed one each to Pooja and I. Since Vishal will be here every day of the shoot, he has a role to play in both the plots I picked. I am sorry Chotu, but they aren’t the most flattering roles. Since you aren’t really an actor, I have had to take the lead roles in both parts. You may find one of the roles actually humiliating, but remember these are preset scripts and the alternative I had was for you to just be a spectator and get bored.

“The first plot,” he said looking down at his set of sheets, “You are a farm worker. When the Zamindar visits the farm one day, you approach him for a job for your wife because of financial troubles. One look at her and he asks her if she will work in his bedroom. The rest of the plot is about a cuckold husband watching his wife getting fucked and cleaning up the Zamindar’s cum from her body.

“You can read the full script, dialogues and screenplay in there. I have also marked positions where we will have to be because of the various cameras.

“Any questions?” We didn’t have any.

“The second plot,” he continued, “Is that of an intruder who ties you up and humiliates you by ravaging your wife in every imaginable way and making you watch. She resists at first, cries, begs and fights.

“But even as he forces himself on her, her body begins to respond to the stimulation and starts enjoying it.

“I picked this plot mainly for you Pooja. The range of emotions — from fear, begging, crying, resisting and fighting, to the gradual transition to surrender and acceptance the conflict between body and mind, and finally the enjoyment and equal participation.

“If you pull this off, it will show the entire range of your acting skills. Vishal’s acting in this doesn’t matter because he will be tied and gagged throughout the scene.

“Although there’s a more active role for Vishal in the first plot, his acting in the lead up scenes doesn’t matter, but yours does. However bad he is in acting, or dialogue delivery, I need you to be on your A game Pooja. Acting well with a bad actor will make you stand out. We won’t be spending much time on the build up and will get those scenes canned for both plots in the first half today and focus mainly on the sex scenes through the remaining days.

What really matters is both your performances in the sex scenes and how genuine you come across. Bad acting during sex by Vishal can make the whole scene look bad and hurt Pooja’s chances.

“Any questions?”

It’s been an hour since we arrived and we have already covered so much ground. I am curious to know when we start shooting.

“Which scene do we start with?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” he replied, either of you can pick. “We will try and do a first cut of both today if we can. If not, we will resume tomorrow. Next weekend will be retakes, refinements, alternatives and variations.”

“We could do them in the same sequence,” Pooja suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” I agreed, “At least I will have something to do besides being tied up.”

“I expected you guys to say that.” he says and we all laugh. “I have two sets created. One of a farm with Vishal’s house in the background and the other of the Zamindar’s house and bedroom.

The farm is where the build up scenes will be and the only sex scene between just the two of you — I had to give you at least one chance to fuck her by yourself,” he adds winking at me, “if you haven’t done it already. I know I would have if I was in your place. You will find that scene at the end of the script.”

I go red in the face with mixed feelings. His admission that he would have fucked Pooja if he was in my place has me burning with jealousy, while the prospect of fucking her on camera has me turned on.

“Here’s what I suggest,” he said, getting up. Automatically, we stood up too, “Vishal, order in some chai and sandwiches.

“While I test the equipment and get things ready, you two can go through the entire script and screen play. Rehearse your dialogues and get ready.

“If we had a crew, we could cut and retake. But since we don’t, once the cameras start recording, we don’t stop. If you forget your lines, improvise and continue. If you have a doubt, make a guess and continue. Don’t interrupt the scene, don’t get out of character, don’t ask questions.

“The time to do all that is from now till we start shooting in 2 hours.”

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The build-up, supporting and filler scenes didn’t take long to shoot. By lunch time, these were already shot for both the plot lines.

The quick, working lunch itself was a weird experience for me because Rocky was discussing in elaborate detail the sexual scenes of the first plot — describing in graphic detail how Pooja was going to get fucked through the rest of the day and possibly night.

I was surprised that all this talk had me hard. My cock, which hadn’t responded since the night of dreams and fucking was alive again. After lunch, we got ready for the first scene…

Me: Namaste Sahabji

Rocky: Arey, how are you Vishal. How is your father’s health?

Me: Not good Sahabji. Even mom has developed a heart condition now.

Rocky: If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask, ok?

Me: That’s why I wanted to talk to you sahab. This is my wife Pooja (Pooja steps forward from behind me with a bowed head and does namaste)

Rocky: (Scanning her from head to toe and back up) I didn’t know you were married Vishal. (His eyes linger longer than they should have on her boobs and pussy area, while he strokes his chin). Namaste Bhabhi, he finally says, looking into her eyes. Did you recently get married Vishal? Didn’t invite for the wedding?

Me: No sahab, we have been married for five years now, even before I started working for you.

Rocky: How many kids do you have? Must be hard on her to take care of the house, kids and your sick parents, after taking care of your needs.

Me: No kids sahab. We have been trying for the past four years, but God hasn’t been merciful. sahab, can you find her some work? We need the money. My salary isn’t enough to take care of the house and the medical expenses. Debts have been growing and lenders have started threatening.

Rocky: (once again scans her from head to toe and goes around her scanning her backside also with a hungry look in his eyes). Will she work in my bed? Maybe your wish for a child also can be fulfilled. And you will never have to face any financial troubles ever.

Me: (sounding revolted) Kya bol rahe hain sahabji? Meri biwi hai sahab (Pooja looks shocked and worried)

Rocky: Haan teri hi biwi hai. Sirf chodna hai, Shaadi nahin karni.

Sahab: Meri biwi ko kaise?

Rocky: (Makes a circle with with the thumb and index finger of one hand and pushes the index finger through it) Kaise? Aise he says moving the finger in and out of the circle.

Me: Nahin sahab, aise kaise…

Rocky: (with an evil grin) Think and let me know. Khush kar doonga bhabhi ko. (with that, he walks off the camera and an argument between Pooja and I happens…there would be music here so what we say doesn’t matter).

Pooja: (after a while, shouts, raising her hand, as if to hail Rocky off screen) Sahaab….(she bows her head as if in submission and shame) One time… karungi sahab.

Rocky: One time? Pregnant hona hai na? Pooja nods

Rocky: To pregnant hone tak roz karenge

Pooja: (tears rolling down her eyes…nods, still cringing and points towards me), but he has to be present sahab, dar lagta hai.

Rocky: If he is there, he will have to work too. (grabs her ass, pulling her to him and starts grinding his groin against her as if he is humping her) Not just watch you have fun.

Me: Work sir?

Rocky: You will have to do whatever I ask you to do — in bed. I may ask you to clean up the mess with your tongue after I am spent. I may ask you to join us to give her double pleasure. I may ask you to do anything I fell like. You will have to do it. Are you willing?

While he is saying this, both his hands lift her ghagra and start sliding up and down her legs. He cups her ass cheeks and continues griding her to him.

One hand still on her ass holding her in place, the other starts sliding up and down the inside of her thighs. Soon her reaches the valley in between and grabs her pussy over her panties making Pooja gasp. Her breathing intensifies and her chest starts heaving. By the time he finishes talking, he is rubbing Pooja’s pussy over her panties. Pooja is looking down in shame and submission, sobbing.

I nod in agreement, my head down in shame and humiliation and the scene ends there.

By now, I have a raging erection. Rocky decides that the first sex scene we record is the one between me and Pooja only since we are already on set.

As we head off to change costumes, I am thankful because my balls are aching and I am glad that I will be able to fuck her to get my much needed release.

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In this scene, Pooja comes home while I am working in the farm and I complain that she hasn’t even visited home for the past two months.

“Sorry,” she says, wiping sweat from her forehead with her pallu, “No time. He keeps me busy. but he is not a bad person. He takes good care of his people and their needs. He has even offered me a bonus, but I will tell you about that later.”

“Bahut chodte hain?” I ask, “That first day, he fucked you a lot.”

“Haan, still same,” she replies

I hold my wife close, as she continues, “Every single day for the past two months has been like that first day only. Sometimes even more. He takes a break for one or two hours and then fucks me for hours. I sleep when I can during his breaks. He won’t even let me take a bath alone. There isn’t a room left in his house where he hasn’t fucked me.”

There’s a dreamy look in her eyes that tells me she has been enjoying the Zamindar fucking her.

“I have missed you Pooja,” I say, “holding my wife close and leaning in to kiss her.”

“Anyway,” she continues, pushing me back, “I have good news. I missed my period last month. Then started getting morning sickness and nausea. The doctor just confirmed that I am pregnant. That’s part of the reason why he offered the bonus.”

“Oh Pooja,” I say with excitement, “now you can come home and we don’t have to suffer this humiliation.” With that, I start kissing her hungrily.

Our kissing soon escalates to an intense passion and hunger.

Pooja reaches down and starts stroking my cock in my dhoti.

I caress her boobs while eating out her mouth. Deprived of sex with my wife for the past two months, I can’t wait to fuck her.

Turning her on her hands and knees, right there in the open farm, I lift her ghagra above her hips and pull down her panties to her knees.

“Today also?” I ask. My face registers surprise at seeing cum in her panties and pussy (since this is the first scene, and there is no cum to show, Rocky said we will not show close ups and rely on dialogue and acting to get the message across)

“Haan,” Pooja says, “4 times already. Pehle to when the doctor gave the news, he fucked me in the hospital bathroom. Then he fucked me again in the car on the drive home. When he got there, he dragged me straight to the bedroom and pounded my pussy for an hour, cumming twice back to back. When he collapsed and fell asleep, I left to come give you the news.”

Instead of being revolted, this turns me on. I mount her doggy style, and fuck her hard, shooting my load into her in just three minutes.

I roll over and collapse panting on the ground. Pooja pulls up her panties, stands up and straightens her ghagra.

“I better get going,” she says, “there is so much work to do I better get back before he wakes up from his nap.”

“You were saying something about a bonus?”

“Arey haan,” she says slapping her forehead.”

“Oh, Sahabji has organized a part tonight and invited all the other 14 Zamindars in the district to celebrate my pregnancy. He asked me to invite you also but said that if you come, you also will have to work like the first day.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think? How do you think they are going to celebrate? I will be entertaining all their cocks in any way they want. Now that I am pregnant, they won’t even be wearing condoms because there’s no worry of knocking up the maid. They are all looking forward to ravaging my body tonight. It’s like a competition. The one who fucks me the most gets me for a night next weekend and then the next Zaminday and then the next. Once they have all spent a night with me, there will be another such party. And they will be paying me Rs 10,000 per night, not free.

“Plus, Sahabji has offered Rs 1 Lakh bonus for every load I take in or on my body from the other Zamindars — not him — during the parties. I am hoping to keep them all up all night long. I want at least two or three loads from each of them. Just imagine. It will help us pay off all debts, repair the house, and even save some money for the future.”

“Oh, and I told hm today that I want him to give me at least 4-5 more babies to work the farm when you get old and he agreed.

“I told you know, he takes care of ALL of his people’s needs. Mine, more than anybody else’s, everyday.”

As my jaw drops, she walks of the screen and the scene and episode ends.

---

We take a break. Rocky tells Pooja to go take a shower and get ready for the next scene. I order some snacks and chai for now, and dinner for later, while he goes about readying the set of the Zamindar’s house and testing the equipment there.

Pooja walks up to me, caresses my face and plants a kiss on my lips before saying, “Remember, whatever happens, it is only acting. You are my monster and nobody can give me the joy I get when you fuck me.”

As I nod my understanding, Rocky calls all ready for the next scene.

“Remember,” he says to Pooja”, just go with the flow and try to enjoy the sex”. To me he says, “I know some acts in the scene are humiliating, but that’s the script.”

I may get ideas as we are shooting and may improvise. Just go with the flow and do not interrupt, ask questions or stop. Remember we don’t have a crew to do retakes.

Also, the episode would end with Pooja announcing her pregnancy. The idea is to give the impression that the Zamindar has been fucking her everyday for weeks at least — mostly without her husband present. So we will have to change costume, some set details and do at least a few sex scenes, not just today but through this weekend.

We do the second plot next weekend. Got it? Ready? We both nodded.

The scene opens with Rocky in bed, wearing a dhoti and kurta, reading a book and sipping some alcohol on the rocks (actually apple juice) out of a glass. There’s a knock on the door and Rocky says, ‘come in’. Pooja and I enter the frame and do namaste.

Rocky: (sets his glass and book down on the side table, gets off the bed and walks up to us) come, come. He says.

Walking right up to Pooja, he once again grabs her ass, pulls her to him and presses his mouth against hers. Pointing with his hand for me to go sit by the foot of the bed. Meekly, I go and sit where he indicated, unable to tear my eyes of the two of them.

She is taken aback by the kiss. Her hands go up to his chest, head shakes from side to side and she tries pushing him back.

Rocky: Arey, this is just the beginning, bhabhi (wipes his lips with the back of his hand). I am just properly welcoming you. There is so much I am planning on doing to your body, that if you keep resisting, neither will you enjoy, nor will I. If you submit and enjoy, I promise you that you will be begging me for more.

He steps away and heads to the side table by the bed. Picking up the bottle of alcohol and a glass, he returns to Pooja, completely fills up one glass. Handing it to Pooja, he says, drink it, it will help lose some shyness.

She looks at me and I nod. Reluctantly, she takes the glass from Rocky and takes a sip.

Rocky: Drink it all.

She drains the glass in 2-3 gulps and hands him the glass. Instead of taking it from her, he pours some more alcohol in it.

Rocky: Now feed it to me from your mouth.

Once again she looks towards me and I nod. Her hands trembling, she takes a sip and opens her mouth for Rocky.

He locks his lips with hers and, after swallowing the alcohol, he shoves his tongue in her mouth.

In just this scene so far, her acting skills have me impressed. Her expression has gone from feeling revolted to resignation and acceptance of her fate as she opens her mouth for him to drink from her mouth.

Her eyes go wide in surprise in an instant when he sucks her tongue and starts devouring her.

At the Zamindar’s instruction, she sticks her tongue out and he ravages it with his mouth and tongue. He starts squeezing her breast like it is a piece of dough that he is kneading. Then he slides his hand into her blouse and once again, Pooja’s reaction switches to shock and surprise.

I was amazed at how convincing her acting was. Watching her, if you didn’t know, it would look like she is genuinely in a tough spot with no escape and is shocked by the things Rocky is doing. You wouldn’t guess that this is a scripted scene where everything happening was pre-planned.

Breaking the kiss, Rocky licks his lips in appreciation. Turning to me, he says, “Your wife’s mouth tastes delicious, Vishal. I loved sucking on her tongue and drinking her saliva. I loved it even more when she started sucking my tongue. Some of my body fluids are already inside her now and she is going to take so much more in all her holes.

He slides his hand inside her ghagra and grabs her pussy.

“Teri biwi ekdum kadak hai Vishal. Her pussy is getting wet. Lagta hai chudwane ki jaldi hai ise.”

The way he is moving his hands, it’s clear his fingers are inside her fucking her pussy. I can’t help imagine Pooja naked with his fingers drilling her. Pooja closes her eyes in submission

Taking his hand out of her ghagra, he makes Pooja lick his index finger.

“Won’t you say a proper Namaste to your master?” he says to Pooja. Pooja bends her head down, bows respectfully and brings her hands together in a namaste.

“Not like that,” he says. When she looks up, he looks down and points with his eyes to the tent forming in his pajama pants. “Bahar nikaal ke properly hello to bolo — with your hands, mouth and tongue.”

With a look of pure disgust on her face, Pooja gets on her knees, unties his pajama pants and pulls them down. He isn’t wearing any underwear and his cock springs forward.

Her eyes pop in amazement. Even I was stunned at the size of his member. He was far from fully erect, and still was at least twice the size of my cock at full mast. Maybe bigger even. She had called my cock a monster and I remembered how tight she was when I entered her. I was convinced that there was absolutely no way he will be able to get all of that inside her pussy or ass.

“Go on,” he says as the scene continues, “pay your respects properly. She starts kissing him from the base of his cock to the tip. She licks the pre-cum at his tip. She lifts his member up and continues kissing his shaft on the underside.

Once she reaches the base, she starts stroking him while kissing, licking and sucking his balls one by one. Her expression is a combination of shock at his size and that of a woman enduring this against her will.

Soon, she has the head of his cock in her mouth and starts stroking and sucking him.

Her free hand caresses his balls.

Rocky throws his head back and groans in pleasure.

“Your wife is a pro at this Vishal,” he says to me, “looks like you like blowjobs and have trained her well.”

Pooja’s expressions transform over the next few minutes going from shock and disgust to surrender to hunger.

By now, she is devouring him and fondling his shaft and balls lovingly, moaning into his shaft as he thrusts his hardness deep into her mouth and down her throat.

Five minutes later, he roars in pleasure, arches his back, grabs her hair to hold her in place and a volcano erupts down her throat.

He shoots load after load in her mouth and Pooja swallows as much of it as she can.

A lot of it spills out of her mouth onto her face, neck and chest above her blouse.

Once he is spent, he pulls out of her mouth. As she tries to wipe his cum from her face, he grabs her wrist and stops her.

“Clean her up with your mouth Vishal,” he says looking over at me.

Meekly, I get up and walk over. “Pehle mooh chaato, then the rest of her.”

He watches as I kiss her mouth and lick his cum from her lip and tongue. I was intensely jealous when she started kissing his cock, but it also gave me a raging hardon watching him fuck her mouth. But now I am so turned on that, my balls are aching.

Once I have her mouth and lips cleaned, I lick his cum from her face, neck and chest.

Once I am done, I look at him and he nods approvingly.

“Ab yeh saaf karo,” he says pointing at his limp cock. This wasn’t in script and my eyes go wide in shock. I hesitate but the camera is rolling and I don’t want to spoil the take. Reluctantly, I suck and lick his cock clean. I am beyond humiliated, but my erection hasn’t gone down. I am still incredibly turned on, even at my own humiliation.

Once I am done, he points to the base of the bed and I return and take my position and the submissive, cuck husband.

Walking up to Pooja, he commands her to lift up her ghagra. When she lifts it up to her knees, he says higher, waving his hand upwards. As she lifts it some more, he continues waving till it is lifted way above her hips.

Sitting at the edge of the bed facing me, he asks her to come stand in front of him and her ass is facing me. He grabs her ass cheeks with both hands and pulls her closer.

His nose barely an inch from her pussy, he takes a deep breath.

“Wah,” he says in appreciation inhaling her sex.

His hands slide inside her panties and spread her ass cheeks wide. He releases them and repeats the action till her panties are completely wedged in her ass crack.

He starts rubbing her up and down her slit over her panties.

“Vishal,” he calls out, “Bhabhi is so wet, her panties are soaked. Looks like she enjoyed my cock and cum.”

Turning to her, he asks, “did you enjoy it?”

“”Ji sahaabji” she replies.

“Your wet little choot is also going to enjoy it soon bhabhi.” he promises her.

With that, he pulls her panties down and she steps out of them.

He smells her panties appreciatively and tosses them to me. “See how wet she is. I want you to lick it.” He orders and I comply.

He starts kissing her all over her pussy mound while two of his fingers rub up and down her opening.

He slides his fingers into her hole and starts slowly finger fucking her while continuing to kiss and lick her all over.

Pooja throws her head back, closes her eyes and moans. She starts moving in rhythm with his fingers, driving them deeper and deeper inside her.

“Bhabhi ko maza aa raha hai Vishal,” he says looking at me and increases the tempo. Before long his fingers are drilling her pussy furiously. Pooja’s moans grow louder and her breathing goes shallow.

“Oh, God, oh God, oh God,” she moans as her body inches close to an orgasm.

Suddenly he stops and pulls his fingers out of her pussy bringing Pooja back to reality. His fingers are covered in her sticky juices. She watches him put them in his mouth, lapping up her honey.

“Wow! Bhabhi, you are so deliciously sweet. I am going to so enjoy eating you to orgasm.”

“Eat me?” she says, still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, confusion on her face.

“Kyun,” he says surprised, “Vishal doesn’t lick your pussy like this?” he says and licks her pussy all along her slit.

Pooja shudders with pleasure and shakes her head ‘no’.

“Oh bhabhi, you have no idea what he has been missing. You and I are both in for a treat today. I am getting hard just thinking that I will be the first man to drink your cum.

He licks her pussy some more, making her moan.

“I am going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours bhabhi. Chaat chaat ke poora ras pee jaunga. Your pussy is going to feed me before I let it feed on my cock and cum. And I promise you bhabhi you will enjoy so much that you will be begging me for more” With that, he makes her let go of her ghagra and it falls down covering her nakedness.

Standing up, he pushes her on to the bed and she lands belly down.

Instantly, he pounces on top of her, straddling her ass.

Moving her hair aside, he starts licking and kissing her all over her neck, while his erection rubbing up and down her ass crack over her ghagra, driving it into her ass crack and highlighting her perfectly shaped bubble butt.

He bites her ear lobe gently and sucks on it, before starting to move down her back.

He unties her choli and moves it off her back.

He picks up the glass from the side table and pours some alcohol over ger back.

He kisses and licks every inch of her naked back from her neck down to the edge of her ghagra.

His hands reach around her and cup her breasts. He squeezes them as he devours her back.

Moving down her body, unties her ghagra and pulls it off her body.

He stands up and admires her naked body from behind.

He picks up one foot and sucks on all her toes. Then he does the same with her other foot. Inch by inch, he kisses and licks both her feet, ankles and legs.

Once he reaches her ass, he kisses, licks and bites both her ass cheeks before spreading them wide.

Pouring some alcohol into her ass crack, he buries his face into the valley between them.

He lifts her hips up till she is on her knees. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he pours even more alcohol and her licks her from her pussy to her ass hole.

“Oh maaaa,” Pooja groans, enjoying the sensation.

“Maza aa raha hai bhabhi?” Rocky asks into her ass hole.

“Haan, sahaab ji,” Pooja groans.

“You want me to lick your ass hole like this?” he says probing her opening with his tongue.

“Oh God, yesss….” Pooja screams.

“Does Vishal eat your ass like this?”

“No sahab ji,” Pooja groans, “Gaand maarte hain kabhi kabhi, but yeh kabhi nahin kiya.”

“Oh I am going to fuck your ass too, lekin baadmein.”

He proceeds to tongue fuck her ass for a good ten minutes, driving Pooja closer and closer to nirvana. Then he enters her ass with a finger. With his other hand, he starts teasing her pussy.

“I am going to come back to enjoy this later,” he says just as Pooja starts inching towards her orgasm. When he stops, she comes crashing down to earth, panting and gasping. For the second time, he pulls her back from the brink, not letting her have an orgasm

He takes off his Kurta, completely naked himself now. Lying on the bed he orders her to site on his face and feed him her pussy.

The moment she does, he grabs her ass and pulls her into his mouth.

Pooja groans in pleasure when his tongue enters her, He explores deep inside her hole with his tongue, savoring her wetness before licking her swollen clit.

“Yes…oh God, yes…” Pooja screams. She starts grinding her hips, feeding him her pussy.

“You like it bhabhi?” he asks, starting to caress and squeeze her boobs while devouring her pussy.

“Yes, Sahab ji,” she groans, “you are going to make me cum.”

I am supposed to be playing the role of a humiliated cuckold husband, but I can’t help being aroused watching the girl of my dreams being taken by my best friend.

“I want you to cum in my mouth bhabhi,” he says into her pussy, “and I am going to eat you till you feed me your cum.”

“Harder, sahab ji,” Pooja gasps, “aur zor se,” Rocky eats her like he hasn’t eaten anything in a week.

Within a minute, Pooja lets out a high pitched moan as her back arches.

When her orgasm hits, her entire body shakes with convulsions like I had never seen before.

This is incredible acting, I thought.

Then she screams in naked ecstasy when her second wave hits and her pussy erupts in a fountain, squirting all over Rocky’s face and right into his mouth.

He clamps his mouth on her pussy as she keeps erupting, drinking her nectar from the source.

A lot of it spills out of his mouth and all over the bed.

Four three incredible minutes, Pooja is rocked by shockwave after shockwave of orgasm, erupting over and over, shooting squirt after squirt into Rocky’s mouth, who hungrily drinks her juices.

Pooja rolls off his body and collapses on the bed when her orgasm finally passes.

“Fucking delicious,” Rocky says licking his lips before wiping his face with his hand. “Maza aa gaya bhabhi, but I need more of that sweet honey.”

Spreading her legs, Rocky pours alcohol over her pussy and buries his face into her. Once the alcohol is gone, he starts drilling her pussy with his fingers while eating her clit.

For the next two hours, he devours her through orgasm after squirting orgasm, many of which hit her back to back. I stopped counting at ten, but that was in just the first hour. Her longest set of orgasms lasted over ten minutes, when she kept shooting her cum into Rocky’s hungry mouth.

At some stage, it hit me that you can’t fake squirts or act up a squirting orgasm. This was the real thing.

She wasn’t acting now, she had been acting with me. What she said about sex being a means to an end came flooring back. I was the means to an end, not Rocky. She had let me fuck her as a stepping stone to this, even though she didn’t want me to fuck her.

“Stop, please stop,” she kept begging, “Bas sahabji, mar jaungi.”

“Just one more time baar bhabhi,” he says, “You are so delicious.”

“Din bhar chaatenge kya?” she groans, “chodenge nahin mujhe?”

“Oh yes. You want me to fuck you bhabhi?” Rocky asked.

“God yes,” Pooja moaned, “I can’t cum anymore.”

“I think even my cock is ready to feed your pussy now.” he says.

“Haan sahabji, andar daaliye, please.”

Getting between her legs, he starts rubbing his rock hard sword against her sopping wet pussy, lubricating it.

After a minute or so, he starts pushing the head of his anaconda into her hole.

She is so tight and he is so huge that Pooja moans with pleasure when just the head of his cock is inside her. Inch by inch he pushing deeper and deeper into her with every forward motion, pulling back before pushing a little further.

Pooja groans with every push into her. It takes him close to two minutes before he somehow managed to fit that giant shaft all the way inside her tiny little pussy.

Finally, he starts moving in and out of her,. Slowly at first, but increasing the tempo with every thrust.

Five minutes later, he is pumping her pussy full steam. With each thrust, pooja urges him to go faster, deeper and harder.

“Oh Maaaaa,” pooja wails, “I am going to cum.” He pulls out just before her orgasm hits and her pussy erupts once again.

Instantly, Rocky takes her in his mouth, devouring her orgasm and juices.

He resumes pounding her pussy after her orgasm passes.

Yet again, she cums and he pulls out to eat her.

This happens four incredible times before Rocky screams, arches his back and shoots his load deep inside Pooja.

Even when he is spent, he doesn’t stop, fucking her till he creams her pussy two more times back to back.

Finally he pulls out of her and orders me to clean her up.

I have cum twice myself watching the spectacle the two put on before me.

While I am licking his cum off her pussy, he feeds her his cock to clean.

Even after I am done licking her, she is still sucking and stroking him.

I don’t believe that a man can get hard so quickly after cumming thrice back to back when he starts stirring in her mouth in less than fifteen minutes.

Once he is fully hard, he turns her around.

Inch by inch, he enters her ass. Tighter than her pussy, it takes him much longer to bury himself inside her this time.

He fucks her ass for close to thirty minutes and through two more of Pooja’s orgasms before filling her ass up with his cum.

Once again it is my job to clean his cum off her ass.

Then, when I am done and get off the bed, he puts his hand over my shoulder and starts walking towards the doorwithout bothering to put on his clothes.

Putting his hand around my shoulders, he says, “Jitna maza teri biwi ko chodne main aya, utna to kisi aur ko chodke nahin aya boss.”

Leading me to the edge of the screen, he says, “You go on home. She will stay here.”

“But sahabji,” I start, but he silences me.

“Dil nahin bhara, understand na Vishal, ” he says, “I haven’t tasted a pussy as delicious as your wife. I want to eat her and make her feed me her cum all night. Dekha na kitna ras hai bhabhi mein. Ise to ab roz choos choos ke piyunga. Roz chodunga bhabhi ko. Day and night.”

“Bhabhi,” he says turning around to face Pooja, who is still lying in bed exhausted, “maza aya?”

“Bahut maza aya sahabji,” she says blushing.

“Mujhe bhi.” he says, “Din raat chodunga to chalega? Will you stay here with me?”

“Haan sahabji,” she says shyly, “jab tak man kare chodiye. Mujhe bhi itna maza kabhi nahin aya.”

“Ab to pregnant hone ke baad hi tere ghar vaapis ayegi. Her pussy is going to feed me for hours everyday and I am going to fuck her whenever I want. You go on home.”

With that, he pushes me off-screen and turns to Pooja, who is putting on her choli.

“Arey bhabhi,” he says, “take the choli off.”

“Kyun sahabji? Choosenge?”

While walking towards her, he says, “you don’t need clothes in my house. Nangi raho din bhar. You look better naked anyway.”

Getting in bed he shoves his cock in her mouth to suck, and he reaches between her legs and starts caressing her pussy, “I have a lot of work to do down here tonight. Pregnant karna hai na?”

While sucking his cock, Pooja starts caressing her naked boobs and pinching her nipples.

“Inko bhi choosiye na,”

“Arye nahin bhabhi,” he replied “I will only suck them when they are full of milk.”

That’s the end of the scene.

On unsteady legs, Pooja heads for the shower to clean up. Rocky puts on his clothes and joins me and we head towards the kitchen.

We have unpacked the food and are setting the table when Pooja joins us, in just a towel wrapped around her dripping wet body.

She leans in and kisses Rocky as she sits on the chair. He unties her towel and lets it fall off her body. “Naked suits you.” he says winking at her.

I am quiet through dinner, seething with anger at Pooja’s trickery, manipulation and betrayal.

After dinner is done, I start saying my good byes to Rocky.

“Heading home already?” he says.

“Why?” I ask, “Aren’t you?”

“No, I plan to stay and do retakes with Pooja all night if she is up to it.” he says grinning.

“Sure,” she replies, “But you think you can go on all night?”

“Just wait and watch baby,” he grins kissing her on the lips, “just wait and watch.”

---

I was burning with anger by the time I got home. I couldn’t sleep, imaging Rocky’s inhuman cock fucking Pooja all night long. But along with the anger, that thought also aroused me. I had to take Pooja’s clean panties out of her closet and relieve myself in them twice through the night.

Pooja didn’t come home on Saturday or Sunday. I kept imagining the sex they must be having all day and kept soiling her clean panties one after the other. I was jerking off in yet another of her clean panties when I heard the door open at around 5 am on Monday morning.

I hurriedly put her panties away, put my shorts on and headed down to confront her.

She could barely walk and collapsed on the couch exhausted.

“Happy now?” I said from the stairs and Pooja turned to look at me, “why did you do this to me Pooja?”

“I already told you,” she said, “I am practical. Sex to me is a means to an end, and so were you.”

“You were faking it all along with me weren’t you?”

She laughed, “Do you really want me to answer that after what you saw?”

“So, that’s it then?” I seethed, “What am I now? Trash that you cast aside?”

“No, baba,” she said, sighing. Getting off the chair, she wobbled unsteadily to the staircase where I was standing and tried to kiss me. I pulled back. “Don’t be like that Chotu,” she cooed.

“A promise is a promise,” she said, “Did I not keep the promises I made to you in Mauritius? I still stand by my promise. You can fuck me whenever you want.”

“You think I will want to fuck a back-stabber?”

“Not think,” she said, “know. I am willing to bet I will find at least one pair of panties with your cum in them when I go upstairs.”

My face went beet red. “Come on,” she said, taking my wrist and leading me up the stairs, “I will tell you all about how Rocky fucked me relentlessly for two days and three nights. That is sure to get you hard.”

I creamed her pussy an hour later, mid way through the story of Saturday.

Three hours later, her story had reached Sunday afternoon when I shot another load, this time in her ass.

Her pussy took my final load just as she finished up her story.

I collapsed next to her, completely spent, but she wasn’t done tormenting me yet.

“Oh by the way,” she said, panting, “since you didn’t show up on Saturday or Sunday, Rocky figured you won’t be showing up next Friday either so we canceled the intruder plot and had to find a replacement.”

“Oh,” I said, “what are you going to shoot?”

She turned to face me. Smiling a devilish smile, she said, “Two gangbangs — the Zamindar’s and another one where I am abducted and bred by aliens. You are welcome to come. But if you do, you will have work to do.”

She kissed me on my lips, smiled, turned the other way and fell asleep.

THE END

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