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 forcefully 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 raped?

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 forcefully 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 draped 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 rape… 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!

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 not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?

The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.

Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…

I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.

Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!

Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…

Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?

Pyaremohan: What?

Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!

The director shrugged proudly and continued.

Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.

I was feeling so blank! I could realize well that I could not back out anymore now especially arguing with this director. My heart was beating fast – I was nervous – I was irritated - honestly I was keyed up too!

Me: But… you should allow me to… I mean… I must wear … I mean you should allow me to at least wear my bra properly!

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay! Oh! You are just too much Anita! You should not have come to acting! Huh! Anyway… to keep the continuity… err… do one thing. Pyaremohan-ji, you take a brief respite looking at the ceiling and wiping off your forehead and clenching your lips with your teeth while Anita, you draw your bra on your breast to cover it. Is that okay?

Me: Hu… (I nodded)

Mr. Mangeskar: Fine when that’s done, we go into a rolling and hugging scene…. Very common in **** shots, you both have seen it many times in cinema. Pyaremohan-ji-, you will start rolling on the sofa hugging Anita to have a better grip on her, but make sure that you do only two full rolls, otherwise you both might fall off the sofa and hurt yourselves. The height is quite odd.

Pyaremohan: Yes. Okay.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, you just need to provide the proper support to him, but make sure that you scream and move your head to and fro reflecting resistance. Am I clear?

Me: Hmm.

I was feeling so very clumsy to be again caressed by this man who moments ago forcibly pulled off my brassiere! Mr. Pyaremohan was back to exactly where he was – sitting on my waist and I still remained lied on the sofa clad in my bra and petticoat. As I heard “Action” from the director, I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan taking off his hands off my body and looking up at the ceiling clenching his lips. I was more than glad to see that and craftily put my popped out breast in my bra again. Though I realized that the scene was outrageously sexy and indecent, I had to do it to save some dignity. Hardly had I finished my job, Mr. Pyaremohan again “attacked” me. He quickly bent and straightened his fat body over mine and in one action pulled my back slightly off the sofa to have his hands under me. He hugged me tightly and I felt his standing cock poking very indecently exactly over my panty now!

My condition was naturally beyond description – my mind was trying to resist this dirty man’s moves, but my body had got extremely excited sniffing the presence of an erect male dick so close! This man seemed to be prompt as a cheetah and in a flash started rolling over the soft with my body locked under his arms. My tight round breasts pressed entirely on his naked chest and I was almost breathless when his whole body weight was on me when we rolled on the sofa. That idiot must have been enjoying this to the hilt – my fleshy curves getting fully pressed under his body. As he was about to roll with my body a second time on the sofa, the director intervened!

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, just pause till I say to move when you are on the bottom and Anita is on top. Okay?

Pyaremohan: Oh… okay.

My condition was getting pathetic being in this body hugging posture for a prolonged period of time. I was emitting hot breaths and my firm breasts being continuously pressed to him made me rather elated. Moreover, his stiff manhood under his lungi was poking my love spot so awkwardly that it made me gasp every now and then. He now took a half roll so that I was on top on his body in that hugged posture.

Mr. Mangeskar: Just hold there… hold there. Anita, your back looks fabulous! Let me quickly take a few shots.

I knew there was only my bra strap covering my whole back till my waist as I was already stripped off my blouse during this **** scene.

Mr. Mangeskar: You have a very attractive ass Anita… Just remain still… let me pan on your lovely g-a-a-n-d…

Thank God! I was still wearing the petticoat as I could feel the director coming near and taking close-ups of my ass. Little did I know that the outlines of my panty was clearly visible through my wet petticoat clinging to my huge bottom and Mr. Mangeskar was recording my sexily exposed condition.

Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Now carry on! And Pyaremohan-ji, when you land on Anita’s top, start rubbing your face on her breasts as if you are very excited and approaching climax. Okay? … Action!

Mr. Pyaremohan tugged me down in one smooth action and rolled again till I was again under his body. We were at the edge of the sofa and all along this rolling and hugging his thick wet lips were continuously brushing my cheeks and the sides of my lips. Thankfully that scoundrel did not try to kiss me any further. Now he slowly slid down to have his face right over my half-open mammaries and started rubbing his face vigorously on my taut flesh.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaahhh! Oooooooouuuuuuuhhh! Oooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

Mr. Pyaremohan was poking his nose deep into my visible cleavage and also started licking my exposed boob flesh out of my bra. His hot breath on my tits and his fingers pinching the sides of my belly made me go wild! This whole action made me so weak and clueless that I was now succumbing to him pretty fast. I could feel automatically my legs were getting parted under my petticoat as a positive response to his sensuous moves.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaahhh! Stop! Oooooooouuuuuuuhhh! Stop! Oooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

I was trying to resist, but it was so feeble that it seemed like a hay straw in front of a roaring river. Mr. Pyaremohan must have realized I was pretty much excited now as I was embracing him tightly on my own. He was pressing and steering his erect lund on my upper thighs and was forcibly moving and rubbing his face on my breasts pushing me to the edge of my control. In fact, once it really seemed to me that my mammaries would pop out completely off my bra the way he was thrusting my flesh with his face. I was indeed feeling quite horny within myself when the director intervened.

Mr. Mangeskar: What’s this Pyaremohan-ji? Are you caressing your wife? Where is the roughness? Bullshit! And where is your hand? On Anita’s belly… playing there? This is a **** yaar!

The director was almost shouting, seemed pretty upset with Mr. Pyaremohan!

My condition was unspeakable. My choot was wet and my whole body was aching in sexual pain and it really seemed as if I had no residual strength left and decided to keep my eyes shut and listened to what the director had to say to Mr. Pyaremohan.

Pyaremohan: Sorry! Actually I got a bit excited…. Actually Madam is so sexy…

Mr. Pyaremohan was conversing from his pose where he was – he was still hugging me. His upright dick under his lungi was still poking my upper thigh area!

Mr. Mangeskar: You are here for acting and not appreciating my heroine! Got it? Anita is not your wife that you would playfully rub your face on her breasts! Huh! Rubbish!

Pyaremohan: O… okay. I got your point.

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Lets retake this. Action!

Mr. Pyaremohan again started rubbing his face on my breasts and this time unquestionably with more force and his hands held my bare shoulder. He again was more interested in licking the sides of my breasts coming out of my bra and dipped his nose deep inside my naked cleavage. Simultaneously he was pressing his fully erect cock on my well-developed thighs; he was of course trying his best to press my choot with his lund, but was unable to do so properly as he had slid down significantly to fondle my breasts.

Mr. Mangeskar: Arre yaar! What are you doing! Just stop! You are blotting the whole buildup!

Pyaremohan-ji and myself - we both were startled by this sudden reaction of the director. I thought he was doing it quite okay, especially the second time. He was exerting quite a bit of force.

Mr. Mangeskar: Just see the expression on Anita’s face! Its getting to normal! Pyaremohan-ji you are not doing anything so that the rage stays on her face. Seems you are not getting my point! You are molesting a woman… so that harsh thing needs to play most of the time! Hopeless!

I looked at Mr. Pyaremohan. He looked a bit confused, but at the same time he was breathing heavily and obviously was very much excited caressing me for such a long time.

Pyaremohan: But… I mean… I… I was doing…the second time I think… but…

Mr. Mangeskar: What but… but…. Stop babbling! Get out of the sofa and I will show you how to do it.

What did he mean? Alarm bells started ringing immediately in my mind, but I was amidst such excitement that I could not gather the strength to get up and resist. Mr. Pyaremohan got out of the bed in a very vulgar manner; he was openly holding his lund over his lungi as he got off the sofa. Even before I could take a mouthful of air, the director jumped on the bed and readily rode my body!

Me: Eiii… what are you…. I mean… please…

I fumbled miserably due to my sexually stimulated state and the director took the fullest advantage of that!

Mr. Mangeskar: Relax Anita! No need to panic! I will just do a demo for him. He is unable to grasp what I want from him. You just respond to my actions – that’s all! Pyaremohan-ji, you just follow my actions and see how I strip her more so that it imitates a real intercourse!

Pyaremohan: Sure!

I was shocked listening to the last part – “strip her more” – what did he mean? I was already clad only in my bra as my upper cover and stripping more… did he want me to act topless or what? I exclaimed within myself and automatically my lips parted thinking of such a situation. But unfortunately there was hardly any time for me to ponder or protest to that because a new man was there on my body already!

The director, Mr. Mangeskar, jumped upon the sofa and bent over my body keeping his hands on my sides for balance. He was rather quick to straighten himself on my body – it seemed as if… as if I was a randi lying on bed and customers were in queue to taste my juicy figure! I could instantly trace his bulge inside his three quarter pants pressing me over my pelvic area. I was so uncomfortable that I had to move my heavy gaand a little and adjust my body to accommodate him! Mr. Mangeskar hugged me tightly feeling my full breasts on his flat chest and then turned towards Mr. Pyaremohan!

Mr. Mangeskar: See Pyaremohan-ji, you should curb Anita’s legs like this and her hands like this. Okay? Afterall you must look like taming her!

Uff! It was so, so irritating – this “teacher-like” attitude of this man, but it was only expected of a director to have the capacity to explain and demonstrate scenes. Mr. Mangeskar locked my legs with his long hairy legs and simultaneously held my arms and stretched them up above my head quite forcefully.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah……!

It was painful and this action also made my breasts heave up significantly within my bra and I felt very tight because by that time my mammaries had grown to their fullest resilient size due to this continuous fondling and squeezing I was experiencing in the name of acting.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, this is imprtotant… see how I rub my face on Anita’s breasts?

Hardly did he finish his words that he was rubbing his face very hard on my bra-covered tits. I was shuffling, I was moving my head to and fro, I was swaying and rubbing my big ass on the sofa – I was utterly uncomfortable and was naturally getting horribly excited as his stiff beard abraded on my boob flesh. It was indeed an eerie sensation making my nipples go rock hard and my vaginal walls contracting heavily in extreme thrill!

Me: Ohhhhhhh… Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu! Your be… be…. beard!

The director paid no heed to my cries and continued pressing his face on my fully developed breasts. He was moving his head and pushing his nose in such a way that it seemed he was sniffing my whole breast area like a hungry dog!

Suddenly he stooped his movement and looked at Mr. Pyaremohan again.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, I thought you should have done this while you were with Anita. (The director lifted his upper part of his body off my body lying on the sofa) As you can see Anita’s nipples are quite clearly visible through her bra and camera had capped that adequately… and any male seeing this should get amply stimulated to bite or pinch such lovely swollen nips and more so in a **** scene! Isn’t it?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes. I noticed them… but… I thought…

Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t think! That’s my job! You just do it!

What a conversation! I almost died in shame hearing that. My ears were all red, but I was in such an elated state with a leaking pussy that I had to digest all these humiliating talks! The director was instantly back in action and positioned his face right over my right breast and his lips just in front of my nipple and…

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAA………… Plllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeee sssssttttooooooopppppppp! Uuuuuuuuuuuu….

He held my right breast nipple over my brassiere in between his teeth! I could not even protest his movements as my hands were already tightly held by him!

Me: Eeeeeeeeeeee…….SSSSSSssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh h!

I gasped for breath as the director continued to bite my swollen nipple! He was not ignorant to my left breast and started alternating with my nipples! I virtually went wild in excitement during this action and was shrieking most shamelessly. I was throwing my legs very indecently in the air such that my wet petticoat hiked up exposing my legs adequately.

Me: UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!! Stpppppppppppp! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The last bite was so strong that it almost brought tears to my eyes! The bastard! Even my husband had never bite my nipples like that when he fucks me! The right nipple was aching and the nipple was so taut and standing! Uh! I was literally gasping for a proper breath when the director again started his confounded teaching to my co-actor.

Mr. Mangeskar: So have you followed that Pyaremohan-ji? You need to bite in such a way that Anita must cry out… like I did… see there’s tears on her eyes… afterall you are raping her man! So bring that zeal in your action!

Pyaremohan: (with a very jolly face) Yes, yes. I would love to do that!

Mr. Mangeskar: Good!

Me: Please… I can’t take it anymore… Ahhhhhh!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! I told you to just respond to my actions so that Pyaremohan-ji gets the chance to grasp the whole thing and perform in a better way! So just keep your mouth shut!

He said the last few words pointing his finger on his lips.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, concentrate. Now observe how I strip her off the petticoat. Always remember that when you try to strip a woman of any of her clothes the best route is via a kiss. So in our ad also the servant takes that path and compels his malkin for a kiss and smoothens the path. Just see!

Me: No… no, please don’t open that… Hai daiya!

I was feeling really hopeless and virtually staggered the way things were shaping up! My whole body was trembling in sexual thrill while my pussy was discharging juices in trickles into my panty and my legs were getting indecently apart quite involuntarily! As I looked down at my boobs, I could clearly see my swollen nipples very much prominent over my brassiere. I closed my eyes in shame or may be in anxiousness or may be… may be in anticipation!

Mr. Mangeskar was holding my hands above my head and now he quickly brought his face right over my face and his lips touched mine.

Me: Naa… p-l-e-a-s-e…

I tried to avoid, but my body heat betrayed me and the director easily locked my juicy lips into his. Honestly I was slowly started liking the sensation of his stiff beard! It was a completely different feeling (though initially was indeed irritating), but now as I was getting further and further hyper, I was in fact enjoying it! He started tasting my lower lips and then licked and sucked my upper lips. I could inhale a nice breath freshener scent in his mouth, which definitely made me feel good too!

Me: Uuuummmm… Mmmmm….

Mr. Mangeskar realizing quickly that I was an easy prey, slowly probed his tongue deep inside my mouth tasting my mouth and lips fully. He seemed a pretty decent kisser and played my tongue for quite some time with good care giving me awesome pleasure. He was indeed pressing my body hard and my full sized boobs were getting crushed under his chest. He must have been thoroughly enjoying the feel of my big round tits on his chest. My whole figure was bending in utmost elation and I responded very positively to his actions and kissed him back embracing him tightly.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaah…. Ummmmmm….. Oooooooooohhh!

He returned me with an even deeper kiss and this time he freed my arms, which were held above my head and moved his hands down over my firm breasts and stared massaging my flesh gently. I was gasping for breath and immediately held his body with my arms

also was so excited that I hugged his body with my arms. relieved and was trembling in delight getting the feel of a second male hand on my full-sized globes in so short a time period! Mr. Mangeskar obviously did not stop there and slid his hand over my navel to my waist and within a flash he very skillfully unfastened the knot of my petticoat and I was unquestionably heading towards nudity. I honestly was not in a position at all to resist anymore as I had started to “boil” by that time.

I was surely not within myself anymore because being the wife of someone else I was lying here with some totally unknown male and another man was watching my shameless act with greedy eyes! The director was fully utilizing the situation to amply taste my firm milk jugs with one hand, tasting my saliva adequately with his tongue and lips, while his other hand descended down to caress my uncovered navel and waist. I could very well realize that it was only a matter of seconds that I would lose my bra completely and would become topless in front of this man as Mr. Mangeskar had pulled down the straps of my bra off my shoulders and the bra cups were getting displaced off my mammaries very awkwardly.

Me: Ummmmmmmmm…. Oooohhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!

I was emitting moans of all sorts and was starting to vividly remember my last night’s fuck in the hands of Guru-ji. It was such a pleasurable night! With those thoughts in mind, I was enjoying thoroughly Mr. Mangeskar’s advances on my jawani. I could feel he was pressing his erect manhood on my choot harder and harder, which in effect was making me more vulnerable.

Now slowly but steadily, I could clearly feel he was trying to push my loose petticoat off my waist down to my thighs with one hand while he was squeezing my breasts with his other hand. I could sense nudity below my waist as he continued to slide down my petticoat more and more!

Me: Eiiiiii….. Noooooo…. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… Plllllleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssseee!

My shriek was stronger then my actual resistance and the writing was on the wall. The director adjusted his body slightly to make room for him to drag my petticoat down my thighs while he locked my lips so that he could take full control on me. As he kissed, his hand continued to work down my waist and ultimately I had to lift my ass up a little in order to enable him to pull down my petticoat down my thighs!

He released my lips and pulled his body slightly up from me and looked at me. I looked extremely sexy with my bra straps down and my breasts almost fully toppling out of my disorganized bra and my panty fully revealed for him. My petticoat remained bunched up at my knees exposing my very fair and rotund thighs.

Mr. Mangeskar: You are too good Anita! Uh! I really enjoyed your… I mean I enjoyed acting with you. He he…

He exhaled deeply and though I was extremely excited felt very much ashamed in my almost naked state in front of two adult males. Now he provided an opportunity for the man who was waiting in the queue – Mr. Pyaremohan!

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then… Pyaremohan-ji… have you watched me closely! You need to follow me… not too harsh and not too soft… you need to strike a balance. Getting me?

I looked towards Mr. Pyaremohan who had been watching me all along. He was smiling.

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes… Madam, you should come to this line… you have such a great figure… Very nice…. I wish my wife were like you… He he he…

I was in no position to talk as I was still breathing very, very deeply and even forgot to cover my exposed body and looked at him with blank eyes!

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, stop daydreaming and finish your pending work first!

Pyaremohan: Right, right!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I think you are fully charged up and you will surely deliver your best now for this ad!

The director now got up and I was left completely stranded on the sofa! I lay there with my bra loosely coiled up on my big-sized firm mammaries and my petticoat stripped down to my knees exposing my wet white panty! I was indeed looking like a sex goddess as if only waiting for the ultimate pinning!

I started getting back some senses as the director got up from my body and looked down to fix my bra, but found it impossible to cover my big jiggling tits from my lying posture. I had to get up. Though it was rather difficult for me in this extremely keyed up condition, but still I sat up. I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan and the director had their eyes riveted on my waggling boobs as I sat up from my lying posture. It was such a cumbersome state!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Hold it! Hold it! Don’t try to wear your bra now! I have a brilliant idea! Let us do it like this… this **** sequence will then become hotter than hell!

My mind was not working and I just held back my movements. Since previously I was lying under a man, I was not feeling that much of a shame regarding my exposed state, and on the contrary I was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing, but now being seated on the sofa alone, I started feeling very, very shy with two men gazing endlessly at my stripped figure. I crossed my arms across my breasts to save some dignity, but my panty remained exposed!

Mr. Mangeskar stepped up and stood right by my side.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, your face now depicts a perfect shadow - the mix of shame, excitement, and annoyance – exactly what I wanted on a woman being raped. Try to hold this emotion…

I had to look up as he was addressing me.

Mr. Mangeskar: Very good Anita… very good!

I smiled very foolishly. As my bra got almost completely displaced, the pinkish-red circular areolas of my breasts were partly visible through my crossed elbows and indeed I was looking outrageously provocative.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay… we left the shooting where Pyaremohan-ji, you were rubbing your face on Anita’s mamme – right?

I felt more embarrassed as Mr. Mangeskar used the term “mamme” – it was such a direct and intimate term for any woman and to hear that aloud made my face and ears go fully red instantly!

Mr. Mangeskar (looking at Mr. Pyaremohan): … and next you will strip her petticoat as I showed you. Right? But…. Ummmmm…. Let me think… I have something new in my mind that could make the scene more appealing. Right! Well, lets do it slightly differently!

Pyaremohan: How?

Mr. Mangeskar: Lets incorporate a small chase… that’s on the sofa and the stripping will go hand in hand. Umm… let me explain… Anita naturally is seen struggling under your body and suddenly she kicks you and you fall aside. She tries to get out of your clutches and distances herself moving on her hands and feet. You again jump back and grab her from behind – can you visualize Pyaremohan-ji? Anita you also listen carefully.

We both nodded.

Mr. Pyaremohan: Anita, you are trying to to escape balancing yourself on your hands and feet just as a monkey walks. Okay? Pyaremohan-ji you try to attack her from behind and basically you can only see her gaand and the back of her legs… right? You land up on her gaand and try to get your control… Okay? And there is a small tussle Anita and eventually Pyaremohan-ji snatches your bra and pulls off your petticoat. That’s the sequence…. Am I clear?

Me: Ehhh! What… what are you saying!!!!

Though the director did almost exactly what he said in the rehearsal just completed, I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! I reacted spontaneously! Though I was immensely charged up sexually and honestly wanted “more”, the director’s words as if kindled some alarm in my mind.

Me: How can I… I mean… No… no!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita… come on! What’s this? You are reacting as if I am asking you to be totally naked?

Me: But… but… If I am stripped of my… I mean… what will re… re…. err. remain on my body? (I suddenly got so anxious that my voice started trembling!)

The director came near me and pressed my naked shoulder. His warm hand felt so good on my cold shoulder. I looked up at him.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I appreciate your concern, but at the same time I don’t want to take away the good work that you have been doing to make this **** scene look so real!

Me: But… I cannot …. I mean I cannot do this… please…

He now sat on the sofa and looked straight into my eyes. I obviously felt somewhat “weak” again. He held me strongly and he closed my eyes with one hand and kept his finger on my lips and started feeling my lips by brushing his finger around my soft lips.

Mr. Mangeskar: (whispering) Listen to me carefully Anita. You need to do only one thing – just enjoy the sequences. That’s all. What’s your position now? Are you not exposed enough? Can I not see your breasts? Then? Just think that you are acting out a scene and to make it real you are placing your efforts. How can I end a **** scene where you are still wearing your bra and petticoat. You tell me…

He paused a little. I was listening to him and was eagerly feeling his finger on my soft lips. He now slowly pressed his finger in between my lips and honestly that’s what I wanted! I readily grabbed his finger and started sucking it deeply pressing it tightly with my lips. I surely looked like a top-rated whore sitting on the couch sucking his finger while my big tits remained almost fully exposed out of my bra! He continued to whisper!

Mr. Mangeskar: So, just follow my instructions and enjoy! Enjoyment is the true epitome of acting. This is a **** scene for me, but you should enjoy it naa… Allow me to take you to newer heights of pleasure. If you quite, how can you enjoy the real thing? Umm? You are not doing a crime… you are just acting Anita. Moreover, when you know 100% that I cannot show your exposed body in the ad and will have to camouflage it, why bother at all? And, you also know that natural expressions can only reflect on your face when you are made excited naturally. Isn’t it? And for that if you shed your clothes, there’s no harm my dear. Okay?

I did not know how I got convinced, but I felt convinced after his long whisper message!

Mr. Mangeskar now took out his finger from my mouth and showed that to me. His finger was naturally glistening with my warm saliva! He now started licking his own finger and was tasting my saliva smeared on it. He was smiling and I also smiled back shamelessly.

My whorish behavior was superseding my conservative manners!

He held both my arms, which were crossed on my bosom, and he slowly parted them exposing my breasts. My right breast was almost fully out of my open bra and in fact my right nipple was peeing its head out of the cup! His face came very to my chin and… yes… yes, I was definitely anticipating a kiss from him and was longing to have the feel of his beard again!

My senses had ceased to function and it seemed as if I had completely forgotten who I was, where I was, and with whom I was such was the power of his “whisper” and my want of sexual desire at that point of time. I moved my face closer to taste his lips and the director easily trapped me!

He gave me a direct lip-to-lip kiss, which in effect made me hornier towards sexual desires and probably that’s what the director wanted! When he left me and stood up, I could clearly make out the bulge under his pants.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Pyaremohan-ji, you take your old position. Anita, you just lie down on the sofa as you previously were.

I involuntarily scratched my choot in front of both males before lying down on the sofa again. The director adjusted my bra and tied my petticoat knot and made me ready for the shot.

Mr. Mangeskar (without wasting a second’s time): Action!

Again a new man was touching me; obviously I got a tremor immediately as Mr. Pyaremohan touched me. He sat on my waist and directly placed his hands on my upright mammaries and began to knead them! Now there was absolutely no hesitation of both males touching my intimate parts!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, try stopping him with your hands.

I was feeling so pathetic and feeble that I had to gather some strength to obey the director’s order.

Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! Do it properly!

I tried my best to stop his hands, but was so carried away by my severely elated state that I simply could not deliver properly. Mr. Pyaremohan already had his hands inside my bra and was pressing and tapping my warm nipples with his fingers. The director naturally was getting impatient and repeating his instruction one more time, he got pretty irritated!

Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! Do one thing! Pyaremohan-ji… Just… just slap the bitch! That will bring her to senses!

Before I could realize anything, I felt a very tight slap on my left cheek. I cried out in agony and felt so blank at the suddenness of the slap. I could not react for a few seconds and lay there motionless under Mr. Pyaremohan’s body.

Me: What’s this? What the…

I tried to lift my body off the sofa as a protest, but could not do so as Mr. Pyaremohan pushed me back on the sofa and slapped me again!

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I was shocked! How dare he slap me like that! Was I her kept or what?

I was instantly very angry and tried to hit him back. Though he was obese, but he was pretty swift and he avoided my waving arm. Since I was still lying on the sofa and practically below his body, it was rather difficult for me to hit him back.

Me: You swine! How dare you do that?

Exchanges were getting hotter and this whole episode was definitely not planned! The director also did not intervene and was capping everything.

Pyaremohan: Just lie down you randi and keep your dirty mouth shut, otherwise I will put my lund there … Kutriya sali!

He now practically attacked me and was all over my body. I tried my best to retaliate, but failed to overcome his immense strength. His body pressed on me and he grabbed my hands with one hand and snatched and pulled my bra so strongly that the hook broke and it came completely in his hands making me absolutely topless in front of him. Mr. Pyaremohan was motionless for a moment seeing the beauty of my 34 size throbbing wheat-colored exposed tits with my pinkish-red nipples standing up very proudly depicting my totally elated state.

Pyaremohan: Wow! Kya scene hai…..! Oho!

He looked on and on at my exposed tits and was passing all sorts of suggestive remarks while I struggled to make my arms free from his strong clutches.

Me: You idiot… leave me! Leave me I tell you…Aaaah!

He threw my bra to the corner of the room and bent over my body. He released my arms and openly grabbed and started pressing my big firm naked breasts with both hands. I tried to hit him with my arms, but that was too feeble an approach to get rid of him.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuioiiiiiiii…. Uuuuuuuuuuuu…. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Maaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Though I struggled to be free, since my breasts got completely uncovered and I was getting a thorough massage there, I did not see myself going anywhere from there but to tamely succumb! I began to emit all sorts of sounds and my body demonstrated sexy postures responding to the tight squeezes of Mr. Pyaremohan. I was certainly behaving much like whore.

The momentary anger in me was quickly getting overtaken by my sexual spur. Though my cheeks were still burning due to the slaps, the way he was rhythmically squeezing my tight boob flesh virtually acted like a balm for the slaps! Mr. Pyaremohan was naughtily twisting my nipples and even opened his lungi off his waste and got fully naked probably to excite me more and more! As moments elapsed, my anger diluted, and I closed my eyes and was enjoying this sexy massage on my breasts.

I did not know how long it went on till I heard the director calling me!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… get up… get up now!

As I looked towards the director, I found Mr. Pyaremohan getting down from my body.

Mr. Mangeskar: Come on … get up… get up… Anita… you are doing a brilliant job! I want the chase now!

Me: But… but he slapped me like that!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… if he did not do that how could the natural reaction come out of you… it was a great piece of acting… very real! Too good baby!

Mr. Pyaremohan: Madam, am sorry, but I had to do that for the sake of this scene… please pardon me…

I was so surprised to note the change in his attitude in matter of minutes!

Me: Huh!

I looked aside as I still was unable to gulp down his slaps on my cheeks.

Mr. Mangeskar: Can we proceed please… Anita, now fold your legs and kick Pyaremohan-ji and try to escape by walking on your hands and feet. Okay? Don’t get down of the sofa, okay?

Me: (I of course was very conscious of my complete topless condition) But… but… like this?

Mr. Mangeskar: This is a very brief shot because soon you will be under Pyaremohan-ji’s body again for the climax shot. So throw off your shyness and get involved with the shot. Get that weird expression on your face! This man is trying to **** you… are you getting me? Come on! Come on!

The director was hurrying on me and I could well realize that I had to act out the scene as he wanted.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… get ready. Anita will kick you and you will readily fall off the sofa. Then quickly get back and jump on her. Okay?

Mr. Pyaremohan readily nodded his head and the director again cried out “Action!”

I was feeling very tight to be in a topless condition in front of these males and my big naked breasts were waggling very sexily and attractively and were making me more shy. I somehow gathered all strength and kicked Mr. Pyaremohan who was on my body by folding my legs and he rolled and fell off the sofa. Surely my kick was not that strong to get that obese man off my body so easily, but he acted in such a way that it looked exactly like that. I got up and turned to the four-legged walking as the director suggested.

O! My God! How could I do that!

Since my breasts had no cover, as I stooped for that monkey walking posture, my big globes hung loose in the air and started swaying very seductively and I looked awesome. I was at a loss how to control the movement of my freely hanging breasts!

Mr. Mangeskar: Great pose Anita! Now start walking on your hands. Move in a circular fashion so that you don’t go out of the sofa… Fine… fine.

I breathed very heavily and was getting very anxious as I could well realize how indecent and appealing I must have been looking to those males! I balanced myself on my hands and feet and continued my crab walking By this time, Mr. Pyaremohan was also up from the floor and he again jumped on me and held my legs and started pulling me towards him.

Me. Mangeskar: Cry for help Anita… throw your legs… just make it realistic!

I obeyed the director as much as possible and tried to portray as if I was really harassed by Mr. Pyaremohan.

Pyaremohan: Chop Sali! Ab dekhta hu kaun bachata hai tujhe!

Saying that he left my legs and embraced me from behind in that posture. My whole body was still balanced on my hand and feet and the way he embraced me it was perfect “doggie” pose for a fuck! In no time I felt Mr. Pyaremohan’s warm palms on my hanging mammaries and immediately tasted some of his tight squeezes on my firm swaying flesh.

Mr. Mangeskar: Good job Pyaremohan-ji! Now press her as if you are a milkman trying to extract milk from your cow…

What did he mean?

Before I could even react to that, I found Mr. Pyaremohan positioning himself in such a way that he pressed his crotch tightly on my gaand and bent his upper part of the body on my back and now from the sides he grabbed my hanging milk pots more securely and started squeezing them and simultaneously pulling them downwards as if he was compressing the udders of a cow to extract milk! I was not only shocked by his hand movement but also immediately got extremely excited by the whole posture as he was virtually drilling my ass crack with his erect cock!

Me: Aaah! What the… Eiiii… Aahaaaaaaaaaahhh… Uuuuurrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee…..

Mr. Pyaremohan cleverly adjusted the squeezing pattern and simultaneously started twisting my hard swollen nipples, which made me absolutely thrilled. The feel of his thick lund on my ass crack over my petticoat and panty was also making me gasp like anything. I saw the director coming to my front and positioned his camera in different angles to record that sequence.

Mr. Pyaremohan seemed very loyal to the director and he now alternately wetted his fingers with his own saliva and was pressing and pulling my hanging breasts. My big-sized round naked tits were bouncing and swaying with his hand movement and in no time my whole boob surface was made slippery by his saliva lapped on his fingers! Now his hands were moving faster on my relatively wet breasts and the whole scene appeared more close to depict milking a cow!

Naturally I was gasping and shrieking with this continuous boob fondling and even though I was very much rehearsed with boob pressing and squeezing (being married), I was finding it rather difficult to control myself. The whole process was so erotic and thrilling that it made me mentally ready to expose my love spot for Mr. Pyaremohan!

Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Very nice… very nice… Anita, your breasts are glistening! Wow!

Mr. Pyaremohan naturally was equally excited as he was pushing his manhood more and more into my butt crack, but was unable to move ahead much, as I was still wearing my petticoat and panty. He was now virtually slapping my hanging breasts as he alternately squeezed them and twisted and tapped my swollen nipples.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, enough is enough! Very well done! Now let Anita go a little distance. Quick… quick!

Though my condition was immensely pathetic, I tried to move away from Mr. Pyaremohan, as he released me. As I moved a couple of lazy steps on my hand and feet being utterly exhausted, I tuned back to look and noted that Mr. Pyaremohan was stroking his erect cock with his hands, probably taming it from exploding!

In no time I found Mr. Pyaremohan jumped on me again and this time his concentration was of course on my waist and within the blink of an eye I could feel his fingers working below my navel to unfasten my petticoat.

Me: Eeiiiiiiii…. Noooooo…. Aaaaaaaaaahhhh…. Pllleeeeeeeaaaaassseeee…

I cried out in natural feminine shyness though honestly was quite willing now to get naked! In one smooth whiff, Mr. Pyaremohan pulled down my loose petticoat and my panty off my waist to my mid thighs. My gaand and choot were exposed for the first time and Mr. Pyaremohan seemed mesmerized for some seconds seeing that sight. As he gathered his senses back, he was more than eager to peel off the last bit of my clothes from my juicy 28-year-old body. He straightened my legs and dragged down my panty to my ankles and pulled out my petticoat making me absolutely naked.

Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiii…….. NNNAAAAAAAAAAA….

My whole body quivered and bent in shame – after all I was a matured lady, that too married and was getting naked in front of two “unknown” persons – and I covered my face with both hands in utter shame and shyness. I could feel the cold surface of the sofa touching my bare ass flesh and my open choot looked so gorgeous with my thick tuft of pubic hair!

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… what are you doing! You are not with your husband that you will show shyness… you should run for your honor… your dignity… isn’t it? It’s a **** yaar!

I looked blankly at the director. My body was so intensely charged up that I was unable to think even a bit and just wanted to get laid for a long fuck. Honestly!

Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! You bitch! Run for your life! Don’t just sit! Come on!

The director was howling on me and I had to react. I somehow got down off the sofa – fully naked – my choot was exposed to these males now – quite clearly – my hairy bush, my slit, my long butt crack, my pumpkin-like globes… everything!

Mr. Mangeskar: You randi! Will you run or not! Come on!

Never ever in my life did I run like that to “save” my honor – in a completely topless condition with my big round breasts jumping up and down very, very sexily. Mr. Pyaremohan ran after me keeping a distance. The scene was so vulgar… A fat middle aged man running fully naked with his erect cock swinging in the air behind a naked voluptuous woman in the room and another man recording the whole scene with a camera!

This was an entirely new experience for me – to run in an elated and thrilled state. I could realize that drops of juice trickled off my pussy down to my thighs as I ran and my big round breasts were bouncing so very awkwardly! After I completed a couple of circles round the sofa, Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed me from behind. In fact that was a big relief for me!

As he embraced me, I found myself responding very eagerly and voluntarily pushed my big gaand on his crotch very indicatively. He initially embraced me around my belly, but he did not miss the opportunity to hug me from behind by holding my twin breasts and simultaneously pressing his erect dick into my fleshy ass. He slowly turned me to face him and started kissing my lips. This time he injected more stimulation in me by holding my naked ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing them firmly while his lips remained busy sucking the last bit of juice off my soft lips.

I could feel Mr. Pyaremohan’s cock getting extremely hard and pushing me like anything - obviously “he” did not want to dangle any more in thin air. I too embraced him tightly and we were feeling each other’s naked body entangled as if in a steamy love scene! I encircled my arms round his neck to get a more secure grip and pushed my soft lips into his. Mr. Pyaremohan also greeted me with a wet kiss grabbing and squashing my large ass cheeks in his palms. The whole affair was really heating up when suddenly there was a break!

Of course it was the director!

Mr. Mangeskar: Hello! Hello! What’s this going on? Eh?

I was so engrossed in enjoying the heat of Mr. Pyaremohan’s naked body that I did not even feel like moving my head up.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, have you gone mad or what? You are so willingly embracing him and… and that too not even on the sofa! And Pyaremohan-ji, what’s your plan? Uh?

Pyaremohan: Err… I mean… I thought… I was actually about to take her to bed… I mean to the sofa…

Mr. Mangeskar: Aree yaar! She is not your wife that you have started caressing her so tenderly and lovingly! Where’s that hard brutal approach?

Pyaremohan: (smiling shamelessly) Sorry… Actually… err…Madam’s body is so soft and charming… dil nehi kar raha hai ke shakti se pes aau!

Mr. Mangeskar: I don’t fully disagree… Anita, you really possess a very tempting figure, which I could not assess when you were clad in your sari… ab jab nangi ho gayi ho, I can realize actually… Anita tum to malai ho malai!

Both males were praising my youthful “jawani” in a very crude form and were lapping my exposed beauty with their lusty eyes. I stood there shamelessly like a fool in my birthday suit.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anyway, Pyaremohan-ji, we need to put it together properly… right?

Mr. Pyaremohan nodded in agreement.

Mr. Mangeskar: See Anita, let me explain briefly again. In a **** scene initially you had expressions of hatred and anger, which you already depicted very aptly, but as the sequence progresses and the male slowly pins you down, you also get excited, which is natural of course! There has to be a change in your look.. I mean your facial expressions… getting me?

I looked at him blankly.

Mr. Mangeskar: The hugging and caressing will be more intimate now, but you cannot just succumb to Pyaremohan-ji. The struggle will have to be there and exhibited. Am I getting myself clear?

I was still trying to cover my body and had my arms folded on my breasts though my choot was entirely exposed in front of these males. I was breathing very heavily and was bursting from inside in (s)excitement and was looking shyly at the floor as I listened to the director.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay? So get ready for the real action now! We are into the climax shot! Pyaremohan-ji, you drag Anita to the sofa and get her laid there. Chalo… Action!

The director started rolling the camera and we were back into our last pose – Mr. Pyaremohan hugging me. This time there was a distinct change in his approach and he treated me roughly as he hugged me. He squeezed my ass cheeks brusquely and started pushing me towards the sofa. I had to hold him for balance and within a flash he did something very weird!

Mr. Pyaremohan suddenly picked me up from floor and held me tightly just below my ass on my upper thighs and stood very balanced!

Me: Eiiiii… what are you doing! AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….

Mr. Mangeskar: Great job Pyaremohan-ji! Kya baat! Just held her a bit long so that I can take some good caps.

Though initially startled, but I started enjoying this whole approach; for that matter any married woman would love to be held up in the air in his husband’s arms during lovemaking. The only difference was the man who was embracing me in his arms was not my husband! My big firm breasts were pressing almost on his face and my hairy choot was rubbing against his belly. I naturally was shrieking and was throwing my legs in the air.

I hardly had experienced this sort of a behavior from Rajesh except on a very few occasions on outstation trips during my early days of marriage. I love this approach like any other married woman, but unfortunately had not had experienced this on too many occasions. Moreover, most times it was very short-lived and my husband quickly dropped me to the floor or onto the bed directly. But here today, Mr. Pyaremohan was holding me for a significant period of time in the air and seemed pretty okay with my heavy figure! I did not look frail from any angle and had quite a weighty structure for that matter with large fleshy buttocks and well-shaped solid legs. But I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan was holding me in his lap in the air quite securely and his face did not portrayed that he was taxed at all!

Naturally I was absolutely thrilled in Mr. Pyaremohan’s arms and what he did next made me even more horny! He was holding me in such a way that my proud boob flesh was pressing deeply on his face, to be precise on his nose, cheeks, and lips and in no time I found him licking and biting my grape-like taut nipples!

Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee……… Uuuuuuuuuuuuu…. Sttttopppppp! Uuuuuurrrrriiiii!

My eyes got closed in utter joyousness and my muscles were starting to lighten up in this new adventure. I was throwing my legs in the air and embraced Mr. Pyaremohan’s neck in sheer delight and bliss. It really seemed to me that though he was aged and obese, but Mr. Pyaremohan knew perfectly what to do to please a young housewife! The director also remarked very positively regarding the whole scene and encouraged us to continue for some more time and Mr. Pyaremohan was obviously very much obliged to carry me in his lap further. He was making me gasp for air as he was biting and sucking my nipples very hard as I could realize he was himself very much excited doing that exercise with a woman of my proportions. I continued to groan and grunt in the most shameless way possible responding very positively to his acts.

Mr. Pyaremohan at last proceeded towards the sofa and I was simply impressed with this man’s muscle power as he held me in the air for s-o-o-o-o-o long! It was indeed about time too and I was very adequately charged up for the final show!

I was back to my lying posture on the sofa and Mr. Pyaremohan directly rode on me and quickly stretching his naked obese body on mine pressing his erect cock directly over my choot now. My pussy was so wet by this time I was pretty sure that even if he pushes his cock gently on my slit, it would readily enter inside my lovespot! His chest closed on my free juggling breasts and his face was right over mine and he tried to lock my lips. I also started getting slowly baked in his body heat. I must admit that this time Mr. Pyaremohan had held me in a very powerful embrace and his body was tightly pressing against mine and I couldn't help noticing how well my big mammaries fitted against him! I instantly began to feel horny as my naked tits rubbed all over his massive chest. The feel of his khada lund grazing my choot area made me have a rush of sexual excitement and I immediately developed goosebump all over my body!

I could well realize that I was getting cornered to a position of no return and he had almost effectively placed himself for fucking me now.

It no longer would remain the shooting of an attempted **** and steadily turning out to be an “agreeable rape”!

Mr. Pyaremohan’s strong grip made me gasp a lot and my whole body got tensed as he slowly approached my warm lips. I opened my lips willingly and he started kissing me. The way things were progressing I indeed felt like my husband riding my fully naked body and enjoying me! Mr. Pyaremohan pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and tasted my saliva. I could feel the intended “push” of his pelvis on my crotch area.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, great going! Very good, but just offer some resistance from time to time!

Naturally this sort continuous of foreplay by a male on my body for so long had made me very weak, but could not just ignore the director’s order also. I tried to push Mr. Pyaremohan off my body, but seeing that Mr. Pyaremohan immediately was embracing me more tightly feeling my bare smooth back with both hands below my body and passionately pushed his tongue back onto mine and again started kissing me deeply. I just lost my will to resist! Honestly! I just loved what he was doing to me and I could not carry out the director’s instruction.

Pyaremohan: Sali kya figure banayi hai! So sexxxxxxxxxxxyyy! (he was struggling to push his erect cock into the right hole!)

Me: Ooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuu….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhh!

Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut!

Mr. Pyaremohan stopped kissing me and looked up to listen to the director. Mr. Mangeskar was standing just by the sofa and watching us through his camera from a very close angle.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! What’s this? I am time and again saying this is a rape scene… this is a rape scene… Aap to isko pura love scene mei convert kar diye!

As I looked towards the director, Mr. Pyaremohan slid slightly off my body and gently placed his right hand over my naked breasts and was enjoying the warmth and firmness of my globes. With his other hand he was stroking his erect lund, which was standing up for a long time now!

Me: I… I tried… but…

Mr. Mangeskar: But what?

Me: I mean… Aaah…. I do not have the strength… I mean to … err…

Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! You are an actress; you should not get carried away so much… isn’t it? Umm… okay… let me check this out…

Before I could realize and understand anything, I noticed he kept the camera aside and suddenly jumped on the sofa! Both Mr. Pyaremohan and myself were a bit astonished at this approach and he pushed Mr. Pyaremohan off my body and virtually took his position! And… and he held my face and tried to kiss me! I was so surprised that I forgot to even react for a few seconds, but immediately got back to my senses and retaliated. I felt his lips pressing on my wet lips and was forcing his way to open my lower lip. I was not ready for this sort of a forced approach and tried to knock back by pushing his mouth off my lips using both hands. There was a very brief struggle and I was eventually successful.

Me: (rather angrily) What sort of behavior is this?

Mr. Mangeskar: Ha ha ha…

I was pretty much surprised by this laugh and looked blankly at the director.

Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! Just see Anita! This is what is expected from you in this scene. When someone forces you for a kiss, you hit back, and that’s exactly what the doctor orders here. Getting me? Not just enjoying as if Pyaremohan-ji is your husband and making love to you!

Me: Oh! (My face was somewhat crimson as I realized what he meant)

I was smiling also – it must have been a scene – I was lying naked on the sofa, not even a thread on my body - my hairy choot and big mamme – all exposed to these males… how could I smile so brazenly!

Mr. Mangeskar: Good that you readily realized… so keep that in mind and continue! Pyaremohan-ji, are you… ai baap!

Pyaremohan: What happened?

Mr. Mangeskar: Arre yaar! Your lund is looking like the Eiffel Tower! Anita, have you noticed it? Uhhh!

I smiled shyly again.

Pyaremohan: He he he… Madam is very sexy… her lips are very sweet … each time I am kissing her I am getting so excited… He he he…

Mr. Mangeskar: Umm… tell me how is it different from your wife?

Pyaremohan: No… not only that… it’s the overall effect I mean… he he he… Madam’s dono mamme… they are so big and firm… Madam’s legs are so tight and solid…

Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… You really have a very good sex appeal Anita!

I did not know what to do and smiled like a whore, but definitely enjoyed those praises though said in a very crude way!

Pyaremohan (looking at the director): I wonder how tight her choot would be… He he he…

My smile obviously vanished off my face listening to such a comment and I lowered my eyes.

Mr. Mangeskar: He he he… That Anita’s husband can tell, what do you say Anita? What’s his opinion baby?

I continued to breathe heavily and tried to look elsewhere and did not find it necessary to reply.

Mr. Mangeskar: Why are you worrying Pyaremohan-ji… you will soon be able to say how tight or loose Anita’s choot is…. Anita, am I right? Ha ha ha…

Both males started laughing loudly looking vulgarly at my bare curvy figure and I found no place to hide my face from those two adult males!

Mr. Mangeskar: But Pyaremohan-ji, be careful! Do make sure your Eiffel Tower don’t explode prematurely! Anita will surely not like that, am I correct Anita? Ha ha ha…

Naturally my face was all red and I did not know how my eyes went towards Mr. Pyaremohan’s rock-hard dangling lund and sighed deeply.

Mr. Mangeskar: O-k-a-y, enough! Lets get back to business. Pyaremohan-ji, this time you obviously go for the ultimate kill and Anita, I want to see the same intensity in your struggle as you showed when I tried to kiss you. Am I clear?

We both nodded like obedient students and the director again picked up his camera.

Mr. Mangeskar: This time I will take more close up shots of Anita. So Pyaremohan-ji you just make sure that you don’t come in the way of the camera.

Pyaremohan: I mean… how do I do that?

Mr. Mangeskar: See, when I pan on Anita’s face, you kiss her from the side… so that your face does not guard her face and Anita, you also don’t show your resistance at that time. Okay?

Me: You…. I mean when… err… when you take close ups?

Mr. Mangeskar: Exactly. And Pyaremohan-ji when I take close ups of her breasts, you need to press them from the side so that your hand does not guard the camera. Got it?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes.

Mr. Mangeskar: And this time I want you to kiss her breasts and suck her nipples more than anything else because that will actually trigger more vivid expressions in Anita. Okay? … Can we start? … Action!

Mr. Pyaremohan as usual was fast as a cheetah! He immediately placed himself upon me and embraced me tightly. As soon as his completely naked body touched mine, my heartbeat was racing and though I was feeling extremely weak I feebly pushed my arms onto his body to exhibit some resistance. This time instead of my lips, he started licking and sucking my prominent fleshy cheeks and in no time both my cheeks were absolutely wet with his warm saliva. I was really surprised the amount of enjoyment I derived the way his thick wet tongue painted my smooth cheeks with his saliva! In fact, never ever Rajesh did such a thing while making love to me on bed. Yes, he kissed me once or twice on my cheeks or even bite me there enjoying the fleshiness of my cheeks, but never this sort of prolonged licking! Mr. Pyaremohan did not stop there and readily moved down!

He quickly made me raise my left arm and pushed his face right into my armpit!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaah!

The bastard was licking my armpit feverishly!

He virtually made me breathless and my whole body was as if jumping on the sofa in excitement. He was stroking his tongue forward and backward in quick succession on my armpit skin, which was actually taking me to the seventh heaven – such was the feeling! I had a small tuft of thin hairs in my armpit and he was licking everything! His nose was rubbing deep inside my armpit and the feeling was just awesome! And his hot tongue was doing the grazing work so efficiently that it was indeed creating sexual tingling all over my body.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Sssssssssssssstttttttttooooooooppppppppp!

Though I was married for more than 3 years and very well acquainted with the art of adult lovemaking, still this was like a fresh breeze for me! My husband had never done this to me on bed, but this middle-aged “unknown” man opened my eyes towards a completely new horizon of sexual pleasure! I was simply exhilarated and enjoyed it very thoroughly with loud moans.

Mr. Mangeskar: Great job Pyaremohan-ji! You extracted very real expressions from Anita! Keep up!

At last Mr. Pyaremohan stopped his sweet invasion into my armpits and pushed his head up and rubbed his face on my cheeks. I could clearly feel his manhood knocking very closely to the love hole of my choot! As I opened my eyes, I saw the director coming very near to us with his camera and I noticed he aimed at my big open breasts! Mr. Pyaremohan immediately shifted his position on my body so that my big round breasts were clearly visible to the camera and not remain hindered by his large body habitus.

I was so used to being naked and the presence of camera that I simply did not bother about it! I was still of the opinion that the director already emphasized many a times: ‘I cannot show this sort of nudity in an ad and surely has to edit them”. I was pretty much assured by his words. Such was my foolishness and innocence!

The director gave an eye blink to Mr. Pyaremohan and he started pressing and tapping my full ripe breasts. He twisted my exposed nipples gently with his fingers so as to arouse me more! Now I saw the director nodding to Mr. Pyaremohan and the latter of course got some hint and now for the first time in my lying posture Mr. Pyaremohan plunged his face directly into my exposed tits and readily started rubbing his nose and face over my firm upper globes.

Me: AAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Oooooouuuuuuuiiiiii! Maaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!

I could realize that I was reaching towards my climax and was unable to take any more of these sexy foreplays. I was shrieking wildly and was shamelessly throwing my legs in the air in ecstasy. After licking my succulent breasts for sometime, Mr. Pyaremohan naturally shifted his gaze to my swollen nipples and began sucking them hard and fast driving me to the hilt of craziness. This time I was getting wilder as he grabbed one of my breasts with one hand and attacked the other free nipple with his tongue and was moving his tongue very swiftly on my hardened nipple. I was letting out loud screams and listening to that that man was as if accelerating his sucking speed! He alternated his action and moved onto my other nipple and began tonguing it while his free hand tweaked my just-sucked nipple!

Me: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Maaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr ddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaa rrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!

I was almost beyond control in ecstasy and threw back my head on the sofa in pleasure moaning out loudly and holding him tightly and ultimately pulling his head more into my firm juicy boob flesh. Mr. Pyaremohan was truly an experienced campaigner and I thought his wife must be a very happy woman because the patience with which he was extending each type of foreplay was beyond my imagination! He was very different from my husband and unlike Rajesh who is always keener to get into the main “chudia” part, this middle-aged shopkeeper was lengthening the prelude with innovation and that too uncomplainingly!

I was greatly impressed!

Mr. Pyaremohan now was descending further down to my belly and onto my navel and poked his tongue deep inside it.

Me: Oooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I was virtually jumping in excitement as he kissed and licked my navel while fondling my juggling boobs with his free hands. He then traced his way back to my naked boobs again licking my whole belly as he came up to my tits. He gave a slight break and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth and his warm tongue licked across my swollen nipple. Naturally my legs got parted even more in stimulation and while he continued to suck one of my puffy brown nipples, he began to caress and rub the other one with his hand sending me absolutely into a state of sexual commitment and complete submission.

I got dragged to the point of NO RETURN.

My succulent breasts looked huge in proportion since by now they were of course fully-grown and the way Mr. Pyaremohan was licking them up and down, I surely was going to explode with my cunt becoming very, very wet as he sucked my tits as if they were his lifelines!

He was panting quite a bit now and was evidently getting out of breath caressing me so intently.

Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Pyaremohan-ji, your wife should see this! Even at this age and with that figure, you rock! He he he….

I also appreciated in my mind the way this man was pleasuring me even at his advanced age and with such obesity!

Mr. Mangeskar: Now the pinch…. pinch!

What pinch – I wondered in my mind! I saw Mr. Pyaremohan nodded and then…

Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU MMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

It was so, so painful! What happened was suddenly Mr. Pyaremohan held my left nipple with two of his fingers and started pinching and twisting it! It was not the normal loving pinch, but a very forceful and vigorous twisting and pressing on my nipple. It was so twinging that I could not help but to scream! As the pain reflected on my face that brut increased the intensity of twisting the nipple and held my head with his other hand.

Me: OOOOOOOOOOOO………….. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… Leave me! UUUUHHH!

It was so painful that I was throwing my naked legs in the air and tears started rolling down my cheeks. My whole pleasure experience turned bleak with a moment! I was screaming in high volume throwing my head like an wounded animal. But that bastard continued to rudely twist my nipple and at one time I really felt that he would pluck off my nipple from my breast! Such was the brutality of this action!

The entire scene had changed within the blink of an eye!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu! You… you SWINE! Leave me! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

I tried to get up from my lying posture and slapped his body desperately with both my hands to get out of this very painful pinch, but was unable to do so as I was very weak due to my extended sexual pleasures.

Pyaremohan: Huh! Kiyu re randi! Kaisa laga?

Saying that he at last released my left nipple and pushed me very violently back to my lying posture. My whole left breast was aching like anything and tears continued to roll down my cheeks as it was paining very heavily. I was so astonished by this sudden change of attitude that I was simply dumbstruck. Mr. Pyaremohan seemed to be a totally different man!

He did not give me a moment’s respite and quickly focussed his gaze down my body below my waist. He quickly turned his body and attacked me there and grabbed my thick bush of choot hairs and started pulling them off my body!

Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU……….. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA….

It seemed equally painful to me as he was rudely pulling my pubic hairs off my body and in fact in this pulling some of my silky pubic hairs actually got plucked off my skin!

Me: Heyyyyyy! What are you trying to do? Sssssssssssssttttttoooooopppp!

Already my left nipple was burning like anything and my whole left breast was achy and now that bastard was scratching and pulling my choot hairs. It was an absolute hopeless situation!

Me: Leave me! Just leave me you swine!

Pyaremohan: Shut up you whore! Let me check your choot now!

The scene had changed so dramatically within moments that I could not believe it! Was it the same man? Mr. Pyaremohan now held my hands with one hand and started feeling my whole choot area with his palm. He combed his fingers through my silky pubic hairs and felt my whole choot area with his fingers and palm. Thank God! This approach was at least somewhat gentle, but honestly it felt awesome to be groped like that! Though I was trying my best to get out his clutches, but was unsuccessful. I was writhing on the sofa with a dripping pussy, which was actually made “dripping” by this man only!

Mr. Mangeskar: Super Pyaremohan-ji! Super! Just ram this slut!

I was so shocked to hear such tone in the director’s voice and Mr. Pyaremohan seemed to be even more encouraged by the words of the director.

Pyaremohan: What a choot yaar! Din mei kitna bar marta hoga tera pati? Motherchod sala!

I was shocked and ashamed to hear such comments and started sobbing.

Mr. Mangeskar: Let me switch on some more lights! Tab aayega asli maza!

Before I could realize anything, I noticed he switched on two more lights and the whole room was very brightly illuminated and my naked body looked more striking and appealing in that largely illuminated environment.

Me: Please…. Please… Switch off the lights… I am feeling….

Pyaremohan: Wow! Great! With this extra light I will be able to see the insides of her choot! Arre kitni bar meri biwi se kehta hoon, mujhe tumhe nangi dekhna hai ujale mei… par kaun sune meri baat! Ab pura hoga sapna! Aha! Kya lag rahi hai Sali!

I virtually died in shame the way things were progressing! It was so shameful and humiliating! I still could not believe my eyes that I was lying fully naked in such brilliant illumination. Even my husband did not dare to humiliate me like that even in a loving mode. I must have been looking incredibly sexy under these bright lights in my state of complete nakedness. Both the director and Mr. Pyaremohan had their eyeballs popping out of their sockets appreciating my physical beauty!

Mr. Mangeskar and Mr. Pyaremohan gazed at my big round breasts with my nipples standing out very, very prominently… they gazed at my deep navel shamelessly smiling at them… they gazed at my magnificent hairy choot…. and they gazed at my very well formed fair thighs. Words are probably not enough to describe those flagrant stares! Their hungry eyes were licking every exposed skin pore of mine.

Mr Mangeskar: Hold her legs Pyaremohan-ji!

Before I could even react, I found my legs tightly arrested by Mr. Pyaremohan and the director quickly dropping his camera on the sofa and grabbed my arms! None of the men gave me a second’s time to respond and resist.

Me: Eii… what… what are you doing?

The director took control of my stretched arms with one hand and inserted his hand inside his pocket. I tried to struggle, but was squarely captured by the two males. He took out a rope and started tying my hands to the end of the sofa!

Me: Mr. Mangeskarrr… what are you up to? Leave me! You… What nonsense is this?

My cries fell into deaf ears and within seconds I found my hands tied up with that rope above my head and the free end of the rope getting fixed with the headrest of the sofa!

Mr. Mangeskar: Yah! Now we have got the bitch to fuck properly!

Pyaremohan: Kya baat! Sali randi ko aisi chudai padegi ke nani yaad aa jayegi! Ha ha ha…

Mr. Pyaremohan slipped his hand down my choot and started caressing my inner thighs feeling the silkiness of my smooth thighs. It was a very intimate area and whenever I get caressed in that area, I get extremely excited. This time though the situation was unfavorable, the feeling was so ticklish and exciting that I could not totally ignore it! His hands pushed my legs further apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving me crazy sending chills up my spine!

Me: Aaaa… Nooo… please…. Leave me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh…..

As my arms were stretched upwards above my head and tied obviously my well developed mammaries looked very open and exposed and they seemed to waggle all the more!

Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! What a scene!

The director had picked up the camera and started capping me again focussing on my heavy jiggling breasts while Mr. Pyaremohan continued to trigger my passions caressing my inner thighs. I could realize Mr. Pyaremohan was also getting to a point he could not hold it anymore and was surely converging to fuck me as he forcefully parted my legs and sat between them! I just felt horrible in such a situation. It was definitely the most clumsy situation I had ever encountered – I was lying unclothed, a man was sitting between my legs, several lights were ON in the room with a man standing right over me head with a camera!

Seeing no other way out, I tried one last sentimental route to please them.

Me: Listen… Please have some mercy on me… please… Mr. Pyaremohan, you are a married man…. you should understand… How can you do this to me? I have a family…… PLEASE… leave me!

Pyaremohan: I will add to your family… may be after 9 months you will be the mother of my child… Ha ha ha…

Me: I beg of you… I did exactly as you said… I have shed all clothes for this shooting… you told this is an attempted rape scene… but you are now… please allow me to go … don’t do this to me!

Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Pyaremohan: There is no breach of trust my dear! The attempt to rape is not yet complete! I will conclude that handsomely! Ho ho ho….

My throat was getting dry and my fingers colder as I could realize I was in troubled waters. The profound excitement and elation that I extracted during the shooting had vaporized completely and I was engulfed now with the fear of a true rape! I could well realize that it was a big foolishness on my part to believe this shopkeeper and to agree to shoot for an attempted rape scene. The way I had exposed and allowed these males to touch my body was surely acting like a boomerang. The writing was clear on the wall. It was now very apparent and evident to me that the shooting story was just cooked up to strip me and Mr. Pyaremohan had definite plans to fuck me!

Pyaremohan: Ahaaaaaaa! Uh! Kya choot hai re! I bet it will be s-w-e-e-t!

He bent forward and moved his mouth down my stomach until he brushed his lips over my clit and then gently kissed my pussy!

Me: Noooooooooooooo….. Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!

Mr. Pyaremohan was sniffing my choot now! He was kissing me there! He was licking the sidewalls of my slit! The touch was so electrifying that I could not keep control on myself and voluntarily bucked my pubic area against his face!

Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! What a shot! Great going! (He panned the camera exactly over my choot) Let me help you too!

Saying that he started unbuttoning his three quarter pant! I was so shocked seeing this. What was his plan? Will they fuck me together? Oh No! What to do? The director dropped his pants to the floor. He was wearing a white brief through which his stiff cock was very prominently. Without wasting a second, he dragged his brief down and showed very vulgarly his already erect manhood to me. Now there were two males with erect dangling cock around my nangi jawani!

Mr. Mangeskar: Taste this Anita… you will be filled with more energy! Ha ha ha…

Since my hands were tied above my head, I could not resist to this very lewd act and the director held his stiff dick in one hand and came very near to my face. He first touched and pressed his warm meat on my cheeks and the feeling was s-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o erotic! Though shocked by this development, I could not ignore his naked cock touching my cheeks. I also got immensely keyed up and momentarily forgot my “captured” state!

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The director was now naughtily pressing his cock on my nose and lips and though I tried to avoid it by jerking my head, he was forcefully doing it. The scent his cock seemed to be very familiar to me - exactly like my husband’s! How could that be? Did all male cocks smelt like that? I could well realize that I was getting weak again and was unable to protest much due to this double dose of sexual stimulation from Mr. Pyaremohan and Mr. Mangeskar.

In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan had ceased sniffing my pussy and had inserted a finger in my wet lovespot! I could not take it any further and started emitting all sorts of moans now climaxing easily towards the peak with this dual attack. My legs automatically were spreading wide to keep myself comfortable and I was now completely open to him and at his mercy.

The director was also waiting for this moment probably and seeing the opportunity he pushed his lund straight inside my mouth! I was so charged up sexually that I hardly could resist anymore and grabbed it willingly in my mouth. Mr. Mangeskar started imitating the fucking posture moving his hips to and fro so that it became easier for me to suck his erect cock.

Me: Oooooooo… Ooooooo… Oooooo…. Aaaaa…. Aaaaa…. Aaaaaaa…

I was rhythmically moaning as he fucked my mouth with his tall manhood. I was sucking it like a lollypop and surely portrayed a truly whorish look with one man fingering my pussy and another having inserted his cock inside my mouth. This was indeed a very new sort of experience, but I surely did not dislike it! The pleasure was just too much! Naturally I was breathing rapidly and my big tits were moving up and down as I writhed in ecstasy in this unbelievable sexual setting.

The funniest thing was the director was still holding the camera on his shoulder with one hand while he mouth-fucked me! Mr. Pyaremohan was definitely advancing towards his goal. He now stopped fingering me and had stretched his hands up and grabbed my big breasts and placed his body for the climax. He pressed my breasts with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti-making. His brut force felt so good and strangely made me feel wilder! He started caressing my swollen nipples, but this time making sure that he was very gentle especially to my left nipple! Though my left nipple was indeed painful, but his warm little touches made me feel better!

Me: AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

All along I was sucking the cock of Mr. Mangeskar and he at last withdrew it from my mouth probably getting too much excited. The reddish head of his lund was clearly visible as it dangled in the air in front of my face, as Mr. Mangeskar was eagerly stroking it probably to ensure his "control".

I could sense a very, very strong orgasm building up inside me and I was all in flames. Naturally the climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I made, Mr. Pyaremohan very quickly positioned himself for the kill. He parted my legs appropriately so that he could comfortably “enter” me. I was moaning loudly and was writhing in excitement.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuu… Please open my hands…. I can't take it like this….PLEASE!

I surrendered to them, for the first time, unconditionally.

Mr. Mangeskar: What do you want us to do?

Me: Open my hands… AAAAAAaahhhhhh! Please…. I want to hold him…

Mr. Mangeskar: O! Surely Anita! With pleasure!

The director quickly untied my hands and as soon as my arms were free, I hugged Mr. Pyaremohan very tightly. It felt so good to hold him as I could realize he was about to enter his lund in my choot.

Me: P-l-e-a-s-e… for God’s sake…don’t keep me waiting any more! (I whispered in his ears)

I virtually had reached the endpoint of my control over sexual emotions. In fact, I was dying for a fuck now!

Mr. Pyaremohan was equally eager to enter me having caressed and fondled my naked body for so long! He started kissing me intensely and simultaneously positioned his manhood appropriately to “enter” me. Within seconds I could feel his penis head poking my lovespot and as he mounted pressure it was getting inserted slowly in my extremely wet choot. And then with one strong jolt, he moved his erect tool well inside me!

Me: AAAAAAAAaaaiiiii! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Aaaah! It was so exciting and comforting for me to have his erect manhood pushing its way inside my choot. As he pushed forward his cock inch by inch inside me, he kissed me harder and my mammaries got tightly pressed under his chest.

Me: AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Oooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiii!

Mr. Pyaremohan’s lund was thick enough to give me heavenly pleasure and his strokes were pretty hard and forceful, which made me gasp for air. I appreciated the strength in his waist and his energy level even at this age! I was simply thrilled! Within a few forceful strokes, he pushed his whole lund inside my choot taking me to newer heights of sexual pleasure!

O! What a feeling!

He held my wide hips with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. He kissed me feverishly and I was feeling on top of the world! His hands slowly crawled inside our bodies to play with my firm mammaries and I also started gyrating my hips in tandem for the full pleasure. After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out, he increased the tempo.

Me: Ooooo… Aaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Ooooooooo….. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….

Shedding off all shyness and hesitance, I was now enjoying fully with this man – as if he was my husband! I was groaning and shrieking with full vigor as Mr. Pyaremohan was doing it faster now..

and faster…

and faster…

I could feel his cock brushing against my pussy walls as it moved inside. The feeling was simply mind-blowing! I was really impressed that even at this age he was fucking me like a well-greased machine. My heavy mammaries were juggling very sexily now as he had increased speed. He cupped them with both hands and controlled their movement and smiled at me. Obviously I could not stop smiling back gripping his wavy hair on his head.

He now bent further down and held my breasts softly and started sucking them, one at a time. In response I embraced him tightly and moved my hips along with his to a high degree of accuracy. I started giving very positive responses to his fuck. I brought my hands and ran along his flat chest and caressed his small hard nipples. They felt so "cool" to pinch!

Mr. Pyaremohan: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaagggggggggggrrrrrrrrr!

I even caressed his back and felt his tight butts and slapped and kneaded the muscles in that area. My husband loves being slapped on his butts while he fucks me. Initially I felt very shy doing that, but later enjoyed doing this a lot. I imitated exactly what I do to my husband and Mr. Pyaremohan greeted it with loud shouts.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…

Pyaremohan: AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I moaned the loudest and longest as I was exploding and I could feel Mr. Pyaremohan was also getting stiff to ejaculate. After a few more strokes he let out a very loud

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh"

and I could feel him cumming all the way inside me. I was already leaking heavily and now I sprinkled all my juices onto his meat inside me climaxing very heavily. He was moving his hips to and fro at a very rapid pace as I could feel his warm semen sprinkling on my vaginal walls. My whole body bent back and I was trembling as I also discharged heavily. Both of us were breathing extremely fast and were clinging to each other.

Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU……..

Pyaremohan: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mr. Pyaremohan remained motionless lying on me as he completely evacuated his load of semen inside my pussy and I also had completely drained out. I was so, so satisfied! I closed my eyes and was enjoying the moment!

I did not know how long I had been lying there when I felt the first movements of Mr. Pyaremohan as he tried to pull his body off me.

Pyaremohan: (whispering) Madam, you are a beauty! I am so satisfied… Your choot is so tight!

I opened my eyes slightly and smiled. I was feeling so contented!

Pyaremohan: And your mamme… Uh! So firm and dense! I wish my wife had those…

I smiled again lowering my eyelids.

Pyaremohan: Madam…. your sexy lips…Ooohhhhh…

He closed his face on me gently taking my lower lip in his thick lips and began to suck it very, very gently.

Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… Pyaremohan-ji! Please get up… its already late!

Pyaremohan: (unlocking my lips) Oh! Yes, yes!

I had completely forgotten the presence of the director in the room while Mr. Pyaremohan was fucking me. I was immediately conscious. Mr. Pyaremohan slowly raised his body off the sofa, visibly exhausted, and finally got out of it. I was feeling so nice that I did not even care to move my arms to hide my nudity and continued to rest on the sofa fully unclothed with my big firm boobs pointing towards the ceiling and my legs placed widely apart making my choot visible to both males present in the room. Moreover, my hairy pussy and thighs were stained with Mr. Pyaremohan's viscous semen and I immediately needed a thorough cleaning there.

Pyaremohan: But… but we must complete the sequence… at least the ad needs to be ended properly.

I was getting back to senses and what Mr. Pyaremohan was referring was indeed a bit surprising for me! I was quite sure that this whole episode was a planned thing to exploit me fully, but since he reverted back to the shooting even after fucking me, I was in doubt.

Mr. Mangeskar: Of course! But for that… (he indicated towards me)

Pyaremohan: Sure! Sure! (he came closer to me) Madam, thanks for all your cooperation. If you extend a little more assistance, our ad will be complete.

Naturally both males were looking at my nangi jawani and I immediately raised my head and looked for some cover.

It seemed I had been naked for ages!

The director readily forwarded my petticoat to me and I immediately placed it over my waggling breasts and my pubic area as I sat up on the sofa.

Me: Is there anything still left? I mean…

Pyaremohan: Madam, the last part of the ad is not…

The director took over from him.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, see I will have to edit the actual intercourse for obvious reasons… and by no means I can show you naked… so a major part will have to be deleted from the reel… but to complete the ad I definitely need the climax where the hero makes the entry wearing our brand of undies rescuing you.

Me: Oh! I completely forgot that…

Mr. Mangeskar: Quite natural!

We all smiled and naturally I had a tinge of redness covering my face. Though I was quite exhausted, but since I was pretty much satisfied by the fuck my mind was very joyous and so I readily agreed to shoot the last part to conclude the ad.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, would you like to wash first?

Me: Ye… yes… of course!

Mr. Mangeskar: Please use the toilet then, but quickly.

Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Madam, your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.

Me: Oooooh yes! My God! Mama-ji….!

I had completely forgotten about Mama-ji and Uncle in the joy of getting fucked! I readily got off the sofa and holding my loose petticoat over the frontals of my nude figure, I ran towards the toilet.

Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita…

I peeped out of the toilet door.

Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Take your costume for this shot so that we do not lose continuity.

Saying that he handed me a fresh brassiere and panty. Both were red in color unlike the ones I was wearing, which were both white.

Me: Bas! That’s all? I mean…

Since the fuck was over, like all adult women, I was also not at all keen to remain nude or semi-nude anymore and wanted to be properly clothed.

Mr. Mangeskar: You are nearly raped and then the hero comes to save you… so obviously you need to wear your bare essentials. Isn’t it?

I got his point and did not prolong the conversation and closed the door. I washed my choot area along with my sticky upper thighs. I washed my face and hands and wore those undergarments and got out of the toilet. I was now in real hurry as I was very much conscious that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting for me downstairs.

Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, both of you take your previous positions. Pyaremohan-ji, you lie down over Anita and I will now come and kick you out of the sofa. Fine? Your role is over. You err… just make sure that you do not come in the way of the camera… (He placed the camera in auto mode on a stool) okay?

The director looked towards me now.

Mr. Mangeskar: And Anita, since this man who comes to rescue you is actually your husband, you need to exhibit that eagerness when you see me…. Getting my point?

Me: Yes, yes. How long will it take?

I was really very keen now to wrap up and end this chapter.

Mr. Mangeskar: Not much… hardly 5-10 minutes.

Me: Okay! Please see that I do not have to spend any more time here. I am already very late.

Mr. Mangeskar: It’s just a small sequel I told you… you are rescued and you get back to the arms of your husband… a little hugging and caressing… That’s all!

Mr. Mangeskar: I have placed the camera in Auto mode…

Pyaremohan-ji and myself were back to our original positions - I was lying on the sofa and Pyaremohan-ji was right on top of my body. I felt rather comfortable wearing the bra and the panty now though I was mentally quite used to being naked in front of these two men since the shooting was such a prolonged step-by-step process!

Pyaremohan-ji: We are ready….

Mr. Mangeskar: (changing into a white baniyan (=vest) and a white chaddi (=brief) in amazing mobility) Great! Action!

Mr. Pyaremohan again bent over me and realizing that we had reached the end of his role in this shooting and he would surely not get a chance to touch me anymore, he grabbed my bra-covered tight breasts and started feeling them by squeezing them gently. By this time naturally my nipples had retracted to their original smaller sizes, though remained somewhat swollen as I was only clad in my undies and most of my body was uncovered. Hardly could Mr. Pyaremohan’s fingers pressed on my mammaries, I could realize my nipples were getting hard and inflated again!

Barely was I able to concentrate on that when I found Mr. Mangeskar jumped on the sofa and started kicking and pushing Mr. Pyaremohan off my body. He pretended to resist for a while, but ultimately rolled off the sofa like a pumpkin and Mr. Mangeskar followed him and pretended to punch him in such a way that Mr. Pyaremohan fell out of the range of the camera.

Mr. Mangeskar immediately got back to me and stood on the sofa and I also rose up from my lying position and stood up portraying an enormously sexy scene with my heavy figure only covered by a small bra and a scanty panty! The director seemed more than eager to get near me and hugged my sexy figure very tightly.

Afterall he was my husband who saved me from a ruffian trying to molest me!

Mr. Mangeskar was feeling my smooth bare back with his two hands and as he hugged me my firm breasts pressed tightly on his very flat chest. Immediately a stream of current as if passed through my whole body making every skin pore of mine alert! But frankly I was in no mood to get excited again because I was rather satisfied with the way Mr. Pyaremohan just fucked me. Additionally the cock-sucking episode was also very timely and appropriate, which had actually triggered my passion to converge for an exploding climax. Though this fuck was not as great and mind-blowing as Guru-ji’s, but it was surely more passionate than what I usually get from my husband now-a-days. I really was not sure of the reason - whether it was due to the combined effect of this weird situation and the cock sucking of a different male who was not fucking me!

Unfortunately, Mr. Mangeskar seemed to have other plans! I could feel the poking of his very erect dick through his chaddi on my panty and his warm breath all over my face. I had already sucked his lund for a prolonged period of time when Mr. Pyaremohan was on my body and I was well conversed with its dimensions. To keep balance standing on the soft surface of the sofa I had to embrace Mr. Mangeskar and he probably took that as a positive response from my end and I soon found him removing his hands off my bare backside and he now held my face up in his hands. Even before I could properly look into his eyes, he touched my lips and took my lower lips between his lips.

Sssss…..! I probably still had Mr. Pyaremohan’s saliva drying up on my lips and now I was being kissed by another man! I tried my best not to get excited again and consoled my mind by saying that this surely should be the end because he had already kicked the naughty servant out and had rescued me, but….

…but the scene continued!

While Mr. Mangeskar kissed my lips his hands came down from my face to my shoulders and further down to my mammaries! I was really not interested in any more sexual stimulation, but was rather keen to get back to Mama-ji and Uncle. But I noted that Mr. Mangeskar had already grasped my milk tanks from over my bra in a firm manner and had started massaging them. I attempted to get my lips out of his mouth, but was unable to do so as he was kissing me rather tightly. I was starting to get a great load of excitement again being so closely kissed and fondled at my intimate organs. It was indeed getting stretched a bit too much for me and my unwillingness to have any further sexual elation right at that point of time started to slowly dissolve!

Oh! No! Not again!

I was leaning back as Mr. Mangeskar increased his body pressure on me as he was fondling my breasts very directly and I was naturally feeling weak at my knees. Moreover, I did not even get a 10-minute rest after getting fucked by Mr. Pyaremohan. But… but… what was happening?

I could feel Mr. Mangeskar’s body getting very stiff and I knew jolly well when a male undergoes this. I felt very annoyed at this and was fully aware what he was up to? He must have been extremely excited seeing me getting fucked in front of his eyes and my cock-sucking must have given him enormous pleasure and now hugging me from the front must have kindled him to the hilt and he was in no position to hold back his semen!

He leant onto me significantly and his full body pressure was practically on me! Mr. Mangeskar was squeezing my boobs very hard and biting my lips so feverishly that I felt I would surely bleed. My knees felt significantly weak and since the sofa surface was rather soft and uneven, I lost my control and collapsed on the sofa and Mr. Mangeskar naturally followed suit. As soon as we landed on the horizontal surface of the sofa, that brut desperately was trying to pull down my panty from my waist and expose my choot. He was already trembling in excitement! I could jolly well comprehend his intentions at that time.

Naturally I was very upset about what was happening now and I simply could not control myself any more. How could I allow a second man now just to satisfy his sexual desire! No way! Was I that cheap? Did I not have any self-respect? Previously when I compromised there was a definite reasoning - I did not have that Rs. 2000/- to pay back, but now? I culminated all my emotions and had a burst out.

Me: Ei… eii! What’s’ this? What do you take me for? Eh? A prostitute or what?

I almost howled at Mr. Mangeskar. He was naturally taken aback.

Me: Get off my body! You dirty creature!

I in fact kicked him out of my body; this obviously would not have been possible had it been Mr. Pyaremohan, but the director had a pretty fragile body and I was able to get rid of him rather easily.

Me: (looking at Mr. Pyaremohan) What do you two take me for Mr. Pyaremohan? I agreed to YOU and who is this man? I agreed for this part thinking on good terms and now this man is trying to strip…. Chi! (I pulled up my panty to properly cover my choot as it was already down my upper thighs!) Just because I had no money and agreed for the shooting, you made a mockery of the whole thing! If I go to the police and charge you of an actual ****, what would you do? Eh? Spend the rest of your life in jail? Eh? Answer me? Huh!

I was shouting like anything – my big round mammaries jerking violently as I yelled even clasped in my bra! Mr. Pyaremohan definitely appeared a bit shaken and looked at the floor and the director was probably in the clumsiest position of his life – he could not control any more and had an ejaculation while I shouted and was guarding his brief with his hands trying to hide that. But I could clearly see his white brief was getting wetter and wetter by the moment, as his juice was trickling out of his cock. It was just too much of a scene!

Me: Just look at him! Issssh! You dirty swine! Mr. Pyaremohan, just get me out of this dirty world… do you hear me? Get me out! Uff!

Pyaremohan: Ye… err… yes Madam.

As he took the director to the toilet I noticed he was walking and ejaculating simultaneously as his body bent and ached as he strolled. It was indeed an incredible scene!

Then Mr. Pyaremohan gathered my clothes – my bra, my panty, my petticoat, my blouse, and my sari.

Pyaremohan: Madam, please forgive me if possible. I have nothing more to say…

He was looking at the floor.

Pyaremohan: Madam, give me 2 minutes, I will get your sari, petticoat, and blouse dried through the drier. I will give you a carry bag to pack your wet undergarments. You please dress up and then we will go downstairs to your Mama-ji.

Me: For heaven’s sake. Do it fast! Do you hear me?

Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam.

I took a deep, long breath and slowly clothed myself. What a relief after such a long period of time! As time was passing and I was coming fully to my senses I was feeling more and more ashamed realizing how shameless and bold I had been during the shooting though I could not deny the fact that I did comprehensively enjoy the shopkeeper fucking me.

I hurriedly went downstairs with Mr. Pyaremohan where Mama-ji was waiting for me. Like any other adult woman I was very much conscious about my body movements after having sex. I was clearly feeling the known stickiness in my pussy and was involuntarily swinging my hips a shade more than normal as I walked. I was also feeling quite tight under my bra as my mammaries have grown in size after the intercourse. Though Mama-ji greeted me with a big smile and very normally, I was rather stiff from inside. I was wetting my lips time and again with my tongue to act normally and could as if still taste Mr. Pyaremohan’s lips on mine!

Mama-ji: Oh! You ladies take so much time in a sari shop and Bahurani you are no different… He he he…

Me: (smiling cutely) Yes… err… actually took some time to get my… I mean fittings right.

Mama-ji: Okay… okay! I was not bored at all, but your uncle could not stay any longer as he needed to get back home for some chores there. But don’t worry, he has paid the bill here… Ha ha ha…

I smiled wide as the counter salesgirl forwarded me the colorful carry bags.

Pyaremohan: Madam, thanks for visiting our store and please do come back when you are here again. He he he…

My whole body immediately got irritated listening to this man - again, but since Mama-ji was present there, I somehow controlled myself and nodded to him with a smiling face. The bastard was still eyeing my boobs as he talked to me and I was much relieved to get out of that shop, once and for all.