18-03-2020, 06:22 PM
Govind called me up after lunch.
“I’ve got it. 6 pm at Golden Towers. I will come around 5. Wear something hot.”
I was excited and relieved. At long last, Govind has managed to fix a meeting with the famous director-producer of B-grade movies, Mr. Bajaj. If everything went okay, I might get a part in the new film he would be beginning soon.
I was ready before 5. I have chosen to wear a sari after much consideration. And I took care to pick a see-through one. After all, the first impression was the last impression. I was endowed with an ample bosom and a curvy figure.
I wore a backless blouse, held only by a thin string at the back. Having tied the sari quite a few inches below my navel, I checked myself in the mirror. It was clearly visible. I thought for a moment whether I should wear my golden waist chain to heighten the effect but then decided against it. The make-up seemed all right to me. The doorbell rang.
“Ah! My princess! Bajaj won’t be able to keep his hands off you tonight. Let’s go baby… just scorch the movie screens.” Govind was overjoyed. He was my friend-cum-agent.
He knew a lot of people and had many contacts.
The two of us nervously waited for Mr. Bajaj in his plush office. A waiter has served us cold drinks a while ago. I was checking out the film posters adorning the walls. “Pyaasa Patni”, “Garam Jawaani”, “Kaam Katha”… the titles and the supporting pictures told the entire story. I noticed the same actress in most of those films. “Who is she?” I asked Govind in a low voice. “That’s Sheetal. It’s her screen name, though. I don’t know her real one.”
Sheetal was really a sexy siren. She seemed to be the leading lady in all of Bajaj’s movies. And the posters were eye-catching mostly because of her.
Some showed her in a bikini, with her huge assets displayed shamelessly. “Tadapti Haseena” showed her engaged in a sexual act with a man, her bare back in front of the camera. “Saawan Ki Aag” showed her clad in a rain-drenched wet sari with the hero kissing her belly. “Naughty Girl” displayed her in short skirts and hot pants. Almost every poster captured her horny and sex-starved expressions, with her exposed boobs and navel.
She looked sultry and alluring… I must admit. And I knew Bajaj’s movies were hits in the B-grade circle. Sheetal was a famous heroine these days, there were many websites dedicated to her and the hot videos of her were everyone’s favorite on the internet. Her screen presence and sexy acts actually made these films work.
Mr. Bajaj came into the room. We stood up.
“Sit down, sit down.” He was chewing paan masala. “So, this is Reema.” He peered lecherously at me, scanning my cleavage and everything.
“Baby, go touch his feet.” Govind egged me on.
I crouched low to touch Bajaj’s shoes under the table. He patted my head, but I knew he was viewing my entire naked back and the tiny blouse string. He rubbed his large hand on my back too.
As I scrambled back to my chair, I noticed Bajaj smiling mischievously up at me. “I can do with you. Govind has given me your portfolio. You did that sexy music video two years back, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I was one of the dancers.” I replied earnestly.
“Hmm… you have a hot body. My films show a lot of skin. You should know that.”
“I know Sir.”
“Good. But don’t worry, I try to shoot as much aesthetically as I can. Now, the story I am planning to shoot is a lesbian film.” He spat out some paan masala in a small bowl on the table.
Lesbian film? I was surprised.
“Yes. The main character loves girls. We will do a lot of girl-on-girl scenes. Bed scenes mostly. And a couple of hot songs… dream sequence.Make them as much steamy as you can. You will play one of the girlfriends of the main girl.”
He said, munching on paan masala again and leering at me.
“Who will play the main girl sir?” asked Govind.
“Sheetal, who else? She is my lucky charm!” said Bajaj and laughed loudly. “It will be a very sexy film. I have not thought of a title yet. The final scene is still being written.Your portion of the script will be drafted to you. Ah! Here’s Sheetal.” He clapped his hands happily as a girl walked in.
She looked beautiful, off camera. Tall, voluptuous figure, having the right amounts of flesh at the right places. She wore a tight top and jeans, and I loved seeing her perfectly round buttocks. Her firm and tight breasts seemed to be bursting out of her little top.
“Sheetal, this is… what’s your name again? Yes, Reema. She will play Naina’s role, your first girlfriend in the movie.”
We shook hands. Her full lips and lovely eyes looked so pretty. Was I getting attracted to her? I badly wanted to watch some of her hot videos. “Pretty girl… we will have a lot of fun shooting.” She said, smiling at me. I blushed.
The meeting went on for some time; I saved everyone’s numbers on my phone; Bajaj and her heroine discussed the script, other girls’ characters, the costumes and the outdoor shooting schedules. Often I found myself staring at her.She too noticed that from the corner of her eyes.
As we were departing, after the signing and formalities, Bajaj handed me some DVDs of his films, all featuring Sheetal. The shooting was planned to start from next week onwards.
“That went well, Baby… but you just couldn’t take your eyes off her! How will you shoot those scenes with her… Ha Ha!” joked Govind during our journey home.
I watched those movies after dinner, alone in my room. They had hardly any stories and almost every scene ended with Sheetal having sex with different actors. Some showed her taking a shower… or stripping down to her bare minimum… or bathing in the swimming pool… or just doing some heavy orgasmic breathing. Some scenes were pretty hot… Sheetal knew the naughty tricks very well. I understood why there was so much demand for her videos on the net.
I wanted our film to be very successful too. Would I be able to look hot on screen? I wished our girly scenes to look very erotic and passionate as well. One day people would look up “Sheetal-Reema Sex Scenes” on the net. I wanted that so much. I have developed a liking to Sheetal right from our first meeting. Maybe we would become friends.That would make us comfortable to portray that intensity and hotness on screen.
Next morning, Mr. Bajaj mailed the draft. I spent the entire afternoon reading it. Towards evening, I got a phone call.It was Sheetal!
“Hi, Reema… how are you doing?”
“Great! Thanks…” I gushed out excitedly.
“Are you free? Can I come over to your place? I would love to have a chat with my co-star.”
Co-star! I got butterflies in my stomach. Sheetal wanted to come over! After a moment’s hesitation, I agreed. After all, she was my senior and I could learn a lot from her. I had zero knowledge about this B-grade film-making business. And she herself was willing to teach me. How could I say no? “Cool! See you in half an hour.” She disconnected.
In due time, the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Sheetal standing on the doorstep. I welcomed her in. She looked gorgeous in yet another tight tee and matching jeans, complimenting her jaw-dropping figure. How did she maintain herself? I had a million questions for her.
I offered her tea and snacks. We got chatty immediately; she was a great talker and had this ability to make the other person feel comfortable. I saw that she didn’t have any starry airs or attitude. She talked about her collaboration with Bajaj, how these films were shot, the camera movements etc. Then she mentioned a few of her successful films and finally our upcoming lesbian flick.
“Have you read the script?” she asked.
“Yes. Bajaj sir sent my role today.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
I was dumbfounded by such a sudden and direct question. Seeing my nervousness, Sheetal came close to me and said,” I want our scenes to look very natural and spontaneous. As if we are lovers for a long time. Then only the kiss will look sexy and raunchy, and not fake.” She persuaded me. My throat has turned dry. I gulped. Was it really necessary?
“If you could show me…”
“Stand up and face me, Reema.” She ordered.
Bringing her angelic face very close to mine, she planted a soft kiss on my lips. I kind of liked it. Her lip gloss… it’s tempting fragrance. I leaned forward eagerly to kiss her back.
Soon I was lost in the moment and getting turned on by this girl. Our lips were touching, feeling and stroking each other in a frenzied urgency and I so wanted to stay glued to her mouth forever. We were both breathing heavily, our fiery lip locks were driving me to moan softly too. Passions were getting ignited fast. I felt her supple and thick lips with my trembling fingers. Then I bit and tugged her lips again.
Sheetal’s eyes were spitting fire and she gave me a brazen look. I wildly desired to feel her naked body upon mine. Too bad there was no cameraman here to shoot this erotic lesbian scene.
She drew out her tongue and I took it in my open mouth, sucking it gently. Our tongues played with one another inside our mouths, drenched in saliva and soon we were panting hard. We French-kissed each other deeply again.
Sheetal then grasped my hair and yanked my head backward, giving her free access to lick my throat and neck. “Aahh… ouch!!” I shrieked out as the busty lady enjoyed herself on my neck with her busy tongue. She then made me raise my hands, and quickly removed my top, leaving me gasping and heaving in my bra.
Her playful eyes took a full view of my red brassiere, and the bulbous mounds barely covered by it. She was relishing my unabashed nudity before her eyes. My sensitive nipples stiffened and hardened under her stern gaze, and as soon as she unclasped the bra, the free boobs shot out with the tits protruding outwards.
I pined for her playful tongue around my nipples. I wanted them sucked, pinched, molested. I was unknowingly very sexually drawn towards Sheetal. Maybe she was too… towards me. No man had ever made me feel this way. Not even my ex-boyfriends. I wanted to do this very much… even though it was with a girl.
Sheetal got rid of her tee as well. My mouth watered seeing her enormous breasts. And her sexy and deep navel. I was feeling very hot and sweaty. I wanted to suck that out to my heart’s content. Then she unhooked her big round bra cups, leaving her naked breasts hanging loosely. After that, we embraced each other tightly and kissed our lips and tongues all over again. She then took my hand and told me to take us to my bedroom.
She saw her open DVDs lying on my bed and smiled at me. Then she threw me on my bed. She got on top of me.
She kissed me, nuzzled and tickled my neck, and then started playing with my breasts. She circled my left nipple with her wet tongue, then lovingly bit it. I moaned out loudly. She paid equal attention to both my melons; tonguing, licking and fondling them till she was satisfied. I was wailing and whimpering, my panties almost wet with my juices. I could barely hold them any longer.
Her tongue went between my breasts down to my navel on my toned tummy. She was inflicting slow and erotic torture upon me, and now she started her foreplay on my belly button, while watching me closely. A long finger kept touching the area around my navel hole, tantalizing me… tormenting me… and I moaned along “Ummhhh… aahhhh… oohhhhh”. She then kissed softly on it, her lips caressing and feeling my belly button before she dipped her tongue into it. “Aaahhh!!” I was cumming hard, inside my panties, as Sheetal sucked and ate out my tummy hole, sending millions of electric sensations throughout my body. It was a pleasure beyond my wildest dreams and desires.
She unzipped my shorts and removed them, maintaining her kissing activities beneath my navel along my panty line.She caressed and kissed along my bare legs. Her eyes gleamed seeing my dripping wet panties, she parted them with her mouth and placed her thick lips on my throbbing vaginal lips.
She tongue-sucked my clitoral hole and then started fingering it wildly and frantically. I was howling and screaming; she discarded my panties and stuffed them into my whimpering mouth. I was almost choking but felt so much gratification and satisfaction… as she brought me to my second climax by the use of her deft tongue and crafty fingers. She kissed my mouth, transferring some of my own cum into my lips.
She now lay down, allowing me to feast on her sexy body. I immediately blindfolded her with a scarf lying on the bed.I covered her eyes tightly and securely. She waited impatiently in an erotic and painful suspense. There were a lot of kinky ideas in my dirty mind.
“I’ve got it. 6 pm at Golden Towers. I will come around 5. Wear something hot.”
I was excited and relieved. At long last, Govind has managed to fix a meeting with the famous director-producer of B-grade movies, Mr. Bajaj. If everything went okay, I might get a part in the new film he would be beginning soon.
I was ready before 5. I have chosen to wear a sari after much consideration. And I took care to pick a see-through one. After all, the first impression was the last impression. I was endowed with an ample bosom and a curvy figure.
I wore a backless blouse, held only by a thin string at the back. Having tied the sari quite a few inches below my navel, I checked myself in the mirror. It was clearly visible. I thought for a moment whether I should wear my golden waist chain to heighten the effect but then decided against it. The make-up seemed all right to me. The doorbell rang.
“Ah! My princess! Bajaj won’t be able to keep his hands off you tonight. Let’s go baby… just scorch the movie screens.” Govind was overjoyed. He was my friend-cum-agent.
He knew a lot of people and had many contacts.
The two of us nervously waited for Mr. Bajaj in his plush office. A waiter has served us cold drinks a while ago. I was checking out the film posters adorning the walls. “Pyaasa Patni”, “Garam Jawaani”, “Kaam Katha”… the titles and the supporting pictures told the entire story. I noticed the same actress in most of those films. “Who is she?” I asked Govind in a low voice. “That’s Sheetal. It’s her screen name, though. I don’t know her real one.”
Sheetal was really a sexy siren. She seemed to be the leading lady in all of Bajaj’s movies. And the posters were eye-catching mostly because of her.
Some showed her in a bikini, with her huge assets displayed shamelessly. “Tadapti Haseena” showed her engaged in a sexual act with a man, her bare back in front of the camera. “Saawan Ki Aag” showed her clad in a rain-drenched wet sari with the hero kissing her belly. “Naughty Girl” displayed her in short skirts and hot pants. Almost every poster captured her horny and sex-starved expressions, with her exposed boobs and navel.
She looked sultry and alluring… I must admit. And I knew Bajaj’s movies were hits in the B-grade circle. Sheetal was a famous heroine these days, there were many websites dedicated to her and the hot videos of her were everyone’s favorite on the internet. Her screen presence and sexy acts actually made these films work.
Mr. Bajaj came into the room. We stood up.
“Sit down, sit down.” He was chewing paan masala. “So, this is Reema.” He peered lecherously at me, scanning my cleavage and everything.
“Baby, go touch his feet.” Govind egged me on.
I crouched low to touch Bajaj’s shoes under the table. He patted my head, but I knew he was viewing my entire naked back and the tiny blouse string. He rubbed his large hand on my back too.
As I scrambled back to my chair, I noticed Bajaj smiling mischievously up at me. “I can do with you. Govind has given me your portfolio. You did that sexy music video two years back, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I was one of the dancers.” I replied earnestly.
“Hmm… you have a hot body. My films show a lot of skin. You should know that.”
“I know Sir.”
“Good. But don’t worry, I try to shoot as much aesthetically as I can. Now, the story I am planning to shoot is a lesbian film.” He spat out some paan masala in a small bowl on the table.
Lesbian film? I was surprised.
“Yes. The main character loves girls. We will do a lot of girl-on-girl scenes. Bed scenes mostly. And a couple of hot songs… dream sequence.Make them as much steamy as you can. You will play one of the girlfriends of the main girl.”
He said, munching on paan masala again and leering at me.
“Who will play the main girl sir?” asked Govind.
“Sheetal, who else? She is my lucky charm!” said Bajaj and laughed loudly. “It will be a very sexy film. I have not thought of a title yet. The final scene is still being written.Your portion of the script will be drafted to you. Ah! Here’s Sheetal.” He clapped his hands happily as a girl walked in.
She looked beautiful, off camera. Tall, voluptuous figure, having the right amounts of flesh at the right places. She wore a tight top and jeans, and I loved seeing her perfectly round buttocks. Her firm and tight breasts seemed to be bursting out of her little top.
“Sheetal, this is… what’s your name again? Yes, Reema. She will play Naina’s role, your first girlfriend in the movie.”
We shook hands. Her full lips and lovely eyes looked so pretty. Was I getting attracted to her? I badly wanted to watch some of her hot videos. “Pretty girl… we will have a lot of fun shooting.” She said, smiling at me. I blushed.
The meeting went on for some time; I saved everyone’s numbers on my phone; Bajaj and her heroine discussed the script, other girls’ characters, the costumes and the outdoor shooting schedules. Often I found myself staring at her.She too noticed that from the corner of her eyes.
As we were departing, after the signing and formalities, Bajaj handed me some DVDs of his films, all featuring Sheetal. The shooting was planned to start from next week onwards.
“That went well, Baby… but you just couldn’t take your eyes off her! How will you shoot those scenes with her… Ha Ha!” joked Govind during our journey home.
I watched those movies after dinner, alone in my room. They had hardly any stories and almost every scene ended with Sheetal having sex with different actors. Some showed her taking a shower… or stripping down to her bare minimum… or bathing in the swimming pool… or just doing some heavy orgasmic breathing. Some scenes were pretty hot… Sheetal knew the naughty tricks very well. I understood why there was so much demand for her videos on the net.
I wanted our film to be very successful too. Would I be able to look hot on screen? I wished our girly scenes to look very erotic and passionate as well. One day people would look up “Sheetal-Reema Sex Scenes” on the net. I wanted that so much. I have developed a liking to Sheetal right from our first meeting. Maybe we would become friends.That would make us comfortable to portray that intensity and hotness on screen.
Next morning, Mr. Bajaj mailed the draft. I spent the entire afternoon reading it. Towards evening, I got a phone call.It was Sheetal!
“Hi, Reema… how are you doing?”
“Great! Thanks…” I gushed out excitedly.
“Are you free? Can I come over to your place? I would love to have a chat with my co-star.”
Co-star! I got butterflies in my stomach. Sheetal wanted to come over! After a moment’s hesitation, I agreed. After all, she was my senior and I could learn a lot from her. I had zero knowledge about this B-grade film-making business. And she herself was willing to teach me. How could I say no? “Cool! See you in half an hour.” She disconnected.
In due time, the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Sheetal standing on the doorstep. I welcomed her in. She looked gorgeous in yet another tight tee and matching jeans, complimenting her jaw-dropping figure. How did she maintain herself? I had a million questions for her.
I offered her tea and snacks. We got chatty immediately; she was a great talker and had this ability to make the other person feel comfortable. I saw that she didn’t have any starry airs or attitude. She talked about her collaboration with Bajaj, how these films were shot, the camera movements etc. Then she mentioned a few of her successful films and finally our upcoming lesbian flick.
“Have you read the script?” she asked.
“Yes. Bajaj sir sent my role today.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
I was dumbfounded by such a sudden and direct question. Seeing my nervousness, Sheetal came close to me and said,” I want our scenes to look very natural and spontaneous. As if we are lovers for a long time. Then only the kiss will look sexy and raunchy, and not fake.” She persuaded me. My throat has turned dry. I gulped. Was it really necessary?
“If you could show me…”
“Stand up and face me, Reema.” She ordered.
Bringing her angelic face very close to mine, she planted a soft kiss on my lips. I kind of liked it. Her lip gloss… it’s tempting fragrance. I leaned forward eagerly to kiss her back.
Soon I was lost in the moment and getting turned on by this girl. Our lips were touching, feeling and stroking each other in a frenzied urgency and I so wanted to stay glued to her mouth forever. We were both breathing heavily, our fiery lip locks were driving me to moan softly too. Passions were getting ignited fast. I felt her supple and thick lips with my trembling fingers. Then I bit and tugged her lips again.
Sheetal’s eyes were spitting fire and she gave me a brazen look. I wildly desired to feel her naked body upon mine. Too bad there was no cameraman here to shoot this erotic lesbian scene.
She drew out her tongue and I took it in my open mouth, sucking it gently. Our tongues played with one another inside our mouths, drenched in saliva and soon we were panting hard. We French-kissed each other deeply again.
Sheetal then grasped my hair and yanked my head backward, giving her free access to lick my throat and neck. “Aahh… ouch!!” I shrieked out as the busty lady enjoyed herself on my neck with her busy tongue. She then made me raise my hands, and quickly removed my top, leaving me gasping and heaving in my bra.
Her playful eyes took a full view of my red brassiere, and the bulbous mounds barely covered by it. She was relishing my unabashed nudity before her eyes. My sensitive nipples stiffened and hardened under her stern gaze, and as soon as she unclasped the bra, the free boobs shot out with the tits protruding outwards.
I pined for her playful tongue around my nipples. I wanted them sucked, pinched, molested. I was unknowingly very sexually drawn towards Sheetal. Maybe she was too… towards me. No man had ever made me feel this way. Not even my ex-boyfriends. I wanted to do this very much… even though it was with a girl.
Sheetal got rid of her tee as well. My mouth watered seeing her enormous breasts. And her sexy and deep navel. I was feeling very hot and sweaty. I wanted to suck that out to my heart’s content. Then she unhooked her big round bra cups, leaving her naked breasts hanging loosely. After that, we embraced each other tightly and kissed our lips and tongues all over again. She then took my hand and told me to take us to my bedroom.
She saw her open DVDs lying on my bed and smiled at me. Then she threw me on my bed. She got on top of me.
She kissed me, nuzzled and tickled my neck, and then started playing with my breasts. She circled my left nipple with her wet tongue, then lovingly bit it. I moaned out loudly. She paid equal attention to both my melons; tonguing, licking and fondling them till she was satisfied. I was wailing and whimpering, my panties almost wet with my juices. I could barely hold them any longer.
Her tongue went between my breasts down to my navel on my toned tummy. She was inflicting slow and erotic torture upon me, and now she started her foreplay on my belly button, while watching me closely. A long finger kept touching the area around my navel hole, tantalizing me… tormenting me… and I moaned along “Ummhhh… aahhhh… oohhhhh”. She then kissed softly on it, her lips caressing and feeling my belly button before she dipped her tongue into it. “Aaahhh!!” I was cumming hard, inside my panties, as Sheetal sucked and ate out my tummy hole, sending millions of electric sensations throughout my body. It was a pleasure beyond my wildest dreams and desires.
She unzipped my shorts and removed them, maintaining her kissing activities beneath my navel along my panty line.She caressed and kissed along my bare legs. Her eyes gleamed seeing my dripping wet panties, she parted them with her mouth and placed her thick lips on my throbbing vaginal lips.
She tongue-sucked my clitoral hole and then started fingering it wildly and frantically. I was howling and screaming; she discarded my panties and stuffed them into my whimpering mouth. I was almost choking but felt so much gratification and satisfaction… as she brought me to my second climax by the use of her deft tongue and crafty fingers. She kissed my mouth, transferring some of my own cum into my lips.
She now lay down, allowing me to feast on her sexy body. I immediately blindfolded her with a scarf lying on the bed.I covered her eyes tightly and securely. She waited impatiently in an erotic and painful suspense. There were a lot of kinky ideas in my dirty mind.
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