Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

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"I just had to pick the dress with a lot of cleavage didn't I?" she muttered, more to herself than to me. "I wasn't even wearing pasties last night."

"Wearing what?" I asked.

"Pasties. They're these little patches that cover your nipples. Actresses use them all the time when they're filming a nude scene or on the red carpet to avoid stuff like this. They've saved me from a few awkward wardrobe malfunctions in the past," Aish explained.

"Still, don't worry about it. Not really a big deal. And you looked great."

"I looked great? Or my nipples did?" she asked wryly.

I thought about the question for a moment and before slowly replying, "Both."

Aishwarya laughed and gently placed a hand on my forearm. Aishwarya Rai was touching my arm. It's strange how something so innocent could feel so good. It only lasted for a moment though. She quickly reached for her champagne glass again and took another sip. And a few moments of silence, Aish said,

"It could've been worse I suppose. The dress hugged my body rather closely, so I had to go commando last night."

"Commando? You mean no...um...no panties," I asked slowly as my mouth suddenly went dry and my pulse suddenly quickened just a tiny bit.

"None," she said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Aish jumped to her feet and headed to the door. Her food had arrived.

The next couple of hours were a blur. She ate her dinner, we both drank and talked while the TV was on in the background. It was hardly a romantic date. We were just two people hanging out. It wasn't at all how I expected a night with Aishwarya Rai to go. Despite all appearances pointing to the contrary, part of me still expected an arrogant actress who would complain about all the grease and the amount of calories in her burger. Instead she devoured the whole thing plus her fries and spent a couple of minutes debating whether to order another one. She was just an ordinary girl. Mind you this ordinary girl was famous worldwide and had millions to her name, but as we talked about everything from favourite restaurants to music and even our shared love of 'Shakti Man', it was hard to view her as anything more than a girl who I shared common interests with and whose company I enjoyed for reasons that went beyond her fame. In other words, if this were anyone else, I would've asked her out on a date by now. And call me crazy, but she seemed to be flirting just as much as I was.

Long after she had finished her meal and we were well into the second bottle of champagne, we found ourselves leaning on oppose ends of the couch, facing each other with our legs intertwined. Her right foot was running up and down my leg; neither of us made a big deal of it, but secretly, I think by this point, we both knew what the other wanted. I said to her,

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"So, sorry if this sounds rude, and not that I don't love hanging out with Miss World, but aren't there other people from your film who were at the Award Function that you'd rather hang out with?"

"Do you hang out with your work colleagues?"

"Sometimes."

"Just because I worked with them for a couple of months, doesn't mean they're the type of people I'd hangout with. They're good people, but just not my type of people."

"But I am?"

"You're funny. And aside from the picture you had me sign before and the fact you just called me Miss World, you've barely mentioned Bollywood. A quality I look for in a guy."

"Are you looking for a guy?"

"Not actively. But I'll admit, I've been keeping an eye out during these past months."
"Ever since you split with your boyfriend Salman Khan?" I asked while watching her face carefully to gauge her reaction.



She lowered the glass of champagne from her lips and said, "You've been researching me."

"You're an interesting person."

"Because I was Miss World?"

"Partly. But also because you're not at all what I expected."

"And what did you expect Jack?"

"A spoilt actress," I said honestly.

"You haven't seen me on my bad days," she replied with a smile.

"I'd like to."

"You really wouldn't. I can be a real arrogant bitch when I want to be. Every bit of the bitchy Bollywood celebrity."

"Are you sure that's not just you being a woman?"

Aishwarya laughed and playfully kicked me. "How very chauvinistic of you."

"Alright, so we've established that I'm funny and you're not an arrogant actress. But I still don't think that explains why you invited me up here."

"I'm just feeling a bit lonely I guess."

"Really?" I asked.

I took that as a sign and sat up straight and pulled her right leg into my lap.

"Really," she replied firmly.

I placed my hand on her knee and slowly ran it up the inside of her thigh. The champagne had given me a bold courage. I'd been drinking so much I barely realized the significance of what I was doing and to who I was doing it to. All I knew in this moment was that I wanted her. And she seemed very willing.

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I slid my hand over her coarse denim jeans until my hand was right between her legs, the top of my fingers grazing the zipper of jeans. Despite all that, I could still feel the warmth from between her legs. Aish held her breath and waited for me to continue. She remained still on the couch, with her legs in my laps and my hand between her thighs. Things had escalated quickly.

I decided to go for it and laid my hand flat against her groin. Aishwarya inhaled sharply at my touch. I took her reaction as a green light and leaned in a kissed her on the lips. Her perfume filled my nostrils again but this time I could also smell champagne on her breath. This was probably not a good idea. But neither of us cared. Her lips were wet and soft and her tongue...

I moved my hand from between her legs and slid it up her shirt. I laid a hand on her bra and pulled it above her breasts and savored the bare skin beneath my hand and the nipple between my fingers. My hands were all over her. I was so preoccupied I barely noticed the fact she was basically just lying still and not moving much.

"I want you Aish. I want you so badly," I whispered into her ear.

I reluctantly tore my hand away from her tits and moved it back down to her jeans. I undid the top button and her zipper to reveal her white panties beneath. Without thinking, I slipped my hand into her panties and ran my fingers through her pubic hair. Aish moaned slightly as I touched her most intimate area. All the while, I was still kissing her when she suddenly pulled away and said,

"I don't think I can do this."

I was barely listening. There was no romance in this moment. I just desperately needed her and assumed she felt the same way. It was like an illusion dream. I moved my hand further down and felt her tight hot opening at the tip of my fingers.

"Jack," she said meekly.

I pulled my hand away momentarily before taking her jeans and panties in my hand and roughly yanking at them, bringing them down halfway down her thighs. I was about to undo my own jeans when suddenly Aish sat up and brought her hand to my face.

"Stop," she said with authority.

"What's wrong?" I asked frustrated.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this."

"Do what?"

"This. We've just met. We don't know each other."

"You invited me up remember?" I said in a slightly more aggressive tone than I intended.

"I know. It's just, I don't know what I was thinking," she stammered. "I think you should leave."

I looked at her pleading eyes. We were both sitting up on the couch, our faces inches away from each other. Her jeans were still pulled down to her knees. I placed both hands on them causing her to shut her eyes and say,

"Jack, please."

Ignoring the alcohol fuelled impulses in my head, I gently pulled them up her legs and covered up her nakedness. I even zipped her up and buttoned her jeans before looking her in the eyes. She smiled weakly at me before saying,

"I'm sorry I lead you on. I don't know what I was thinking. But I think you should leave," she said.

I looked at her again and suddenly realized again who this was; Aishwarya Rai. In my drunken lust, I had almost forgotten this fact. The champagne had given me a boldness that surprised even me. I nodded and stood up. I realized now the extent of my drunkenness as I tried not to fall over. Aish fixed her blouse and her bra before standing up as well. Like me, there was also a wobble to her. Despite everything, I leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.
I smiled at her and stumbled towards the door. From the time her food arrived till now, I don't recall much. Only the bitter disappointment at how it all ended. It seemed like only one second before that I giving her one last look and the next I was collapsing on my bed in my hotel room next door. This whole thing may not have worked out as I might've liked, but at least I got to kiss and grope Aishwarya Rai. Not many people can say that. It was cold comfort though. But in the end, it was unrealistic to expect something to happen given I've only known her for about 24 hours and we've talked for an accumulated total of two and a half hours at best. It usually takes me two months just to pluck up the courage to speak to a girl. Taking two hours to get to second base is personal growth. But no matter what kind of spin I put on it, it still didn't make me feel any better.

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As I lay motionless on my bed, my mind wandered to what I could've done or said differently. First things first, I probably should've said no to the second bottle of wine. I wondered if I had acted a bit gentler or waited a little bit longer to touch her, whether I'd currently be in bed with her. But after so much time of analyzing my mistakes, I just started to think about her; that pretty face, those slender arms, those thighs and the way her shirt clung tightly to her chest, accentuating her... bountiful features. I recalled how firm and perky her breasts were and how hot she was between the legs. I wanted nothing more than to walk in her room and tear her clothes off and spend all night doing things to her. I wanted my hands all over her slender body. I wanted to hear what sounds she made and what face she pulled when she climaxed. But alas, here I was.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and found myself on Google. Soon, the whole screen was flooded with a wealth of images depicting up skirt shots, cleavage shots, wardrobe malfunctions and surprisingly sexy photo shoots of Aish. Masturbating over images of celebrities is natural to any male, but there was something particularly strange about doing so when that celebrity happens to be in the adjacent room. Nevertheless, a combination of this and the alcohol sent me into a deep sleep. My last conscious thought was whether she'd still be here when I woke up.


There was a loud knock at the door. My eyes open. I sit up, feeling remarkably alert. Beside me were some scrunched up tissues and my iPhone which had remained on and showed a particularly sexy picture of Aishwarya from some film; evidence of a particularly sordid and unglamorous moment from just before I fell asleep. I slipped my phone in my pocket and threw the tissues in the bin and headed for the door. The effects of the champagne had mostly worn off, although I'd be lying if I said I walked a perfectly straight line. I already suspected who was at the door. After all, who else knew where I was.

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"Aishwarya. What time is it?" I asked as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"1:30 am. I can't sleep. But now I feel bad because I see that you had no problem sleeping."

"No, don't worry about it. Anything I can do to help?" I asked, desperate for both of us to ignore what happened earlier.

"No, probably not. It's just jet-lag I think. I'm just lying alone in bed, it's a bit boring and lonely."

Even though I was dreadfully tired and far from focused, I was aware enough to note the tiny implication in what she had said. The tiniest sliver of a request beneath her guarded words. But I wasn't about to dive in headfirst again. Before I could reply, she continued,

"I'm sorry I asked you to leave before. That was rude of me," she said.

This took me by surprise me. I had assumed I was at fault. After all, I was the drunken lawyer who had forced himself onto a famous actress in a hotel room. It seemed like typical Bollywood scandal. I chose my words carefully and replied,

"No, it was my fault. I overstepped."

"Not really. I was leading you on but I couldn't pull the trigger on it. I got nervous when things got serious."

She was obviously tired. She leaned against the door frame wearing only a hotel bathrobe. I took a good look at her and saw just a tiny hint of shame in her expression. This was turning out to be a strange situation for all involved.

"Are you okay Aishu?" I asked.

"No. No I'm not. I haven't had time to relax in months. I broke up with my boyfriend not long ago and since then it's been non-stop filming movies and doing press junkets for months. It's too much Jack. I just need something to take the edge off. I just need some relief."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Well, maybe there is. To be honest, I've been feeling rather under-fucked lately."

It took me several moments to process that statement. The meaning sounded clear, but the fact she said it, and said it so freely had me on edge.

"Does that mean the same thing in North India as it does in South India?"

"Keep me company tonight. I won't get cold feet again, I promise. I don't know what that was before but it won't happen again. I just....I want you."

"Have you been drinking since I left," I asked, just to be cautious.

"Don't worry, I'm completely sober now," she replied with a mischievous smile. "And you?"

"Me too. That champagne wasn't very strong."
She laughed quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the hotel. It was an infectious sound and soon I joined her in her laughter. It's true, she didn't appear drunk. But guys like me don't meet girls like her, and girls like her sure as hell don't make such proposals to guys like me. What happened earlier was vexing but in all honesty, it seemed like a realistic end to our courtship. We looked at each other for several long moments, neither wanting to make a move, but both of us clearly wanting it.

After a moment, she simply extended her hand. I looked at it for a moment, before taking it in my own. And with that, she led me out of my room and into hers.

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The moment she closed the door, I made my move. I took and firm grasp of her hand and pulled her towards me before pinning her again the wall next to the door. This took her by surprised, however this time, as promised, she didn't get cold feet. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn't hesitate to reciprocate and before long, we were locked in a passionate kiss.

I wasn't dizzy this time and was able to appreciate every little detail from the feel of her slender waist to her soft, supple her lips and even the sound of her soft moaning as we kissed. I don't know how long we continued this way but before long, I made the conscious decision to undo the belt of her bathrobe and pulled it open to reveal the fact she only wore a flimsy white tank top and pink panties. I slipped my hand under her shirt and ran my hands up her sides before I was surprised by the feel of her bare breasts instead of a bra beneath my hand. My thumb momentarily grazed her nipples when she suddenly pushed me away. I thought for a moment I had grossly misread the signals or she was backing out again but instead, she said,

"If we're going to do this, you need to give me your phone first," she said.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone before handing it to her without question. She took it without a word and held the on/off button until it prompted her to power off the device. She did so instantly and placed it on a nearby table.
"Seriously?" I asked.

"I don't intend to see my Sex Tape and end up with my tits all over the internet."

"After that nipple slip, I think it's a bit too late."

Aishwarya laughed playfully punched me in the arm, "Fair enough. But I already had one arsehole in college who tried to film us during sex. Not about to risk that again."

"Any other ground rules?" I asked, half expecting her to produce a list.

"None," she said placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for another kiss.

This kiss didn't last very long. I pushed her up against the wall against and kissed her once more on the lips before pulling her top up above her breasts. For a moment, I was frozen by the sight of her perky breasts. I quickly shook off my awe and moved my lips to her left nipple and began sucking on it hungrily. Aish gasped as my tongue moved across her breasts and paying particular attention to her nipple. As I moved from breast to the other, Aish shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped back for a moment to pull her shirt over her head before she did the same to mine.

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I had to step back for a moment to look at her. She stood there wearing on a tiny pair of pink panties while her tank top and her bathrobe laid by her feet. Her breasts were rather small, but perfectly proportioned in relation to her body. She was a small girl with a well-toned body. I looked at her face for a moment and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any makeup. I was so used to seeing her all dolled up for movies or premieres that it took me by surprised. She had a very natural beauty to her.

"What?" she said, noticing my surprise.

"I've never seen a picture of you without any makeup. Never noticed you have freckles."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Are you kidding? It makes you look even cuter."

I grabbed her breasts with both hands and began to kiss her again. Her breasts were firm, perky and full of bounce. I got endless enjoyment from massaging and kneading them in my hand and gently pinching her hard nipples with my fingers.

After a moment, I ran my hands over her long smooth back before moving down to her rear and sliding her panties long the legs. She was completely naked now and as I took her nipple in my mouth again, hungry to suck on them. At the same time, I also slid my hand down towards the length of her hot tight opening. This caused her to gasped and staggered backwards against the wall.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

This concerned me for a moment because I thought she would ask me to stop again. But I suddenly realized in that moment what the reason behind all her hesitation was; she was just as nervous as I was. Despite the wealth and the fame, Aishwarya Rai was ultimately just a young Thirty-something with what I assumed to be relatively limited sexual history. Her fame had blinded me to that fact. I looked at her in a new light. It humanized further in my eyes and in a way, made her more perfect.
I slid my hand between her legs again, this time watching her reaction closely. As my fingers moved up and down her tight hole, she bit her lower lip and waited for me to do something further. I gently inserted one finger partly inside of her, causing her to inhale sharply. I savored how tight she was and wetness that had begun to grow inside of her. I looked at her and her at me. She placed a hand on my chest and said in almost a whisper.

"Let's move to the bedroom."

"Too far," I replied.

And with that, I pulled my finger out of her vagina briefly before sliding in two fingers back in and applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly and as my fingers buried themselves as far inside of her as they would go. I saw her knees buckle slightly and wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her steady. All the while I began to finger her with my other hand. With my thumb, I began searching for her clit and with the two fingers inside of her, I began to move them in and out of her with great speed, each time moving deeper inside of her and searching for that elusive spot that would be guaranteed to make her squeal in pleasure.

She grew very wet very quickly and soon, every time my fingers buried themselves inside of her, I could hear a soft squelching sound. Aishwarya remained relatively quiet, but her breathing was becoming deeper and much more audible. Once in a while, I'd hit the right spot and a soft cry of pleasure would escape from between her lips. As I held her naked body against mine, savoring the feeling of her smooth, warm skin along the length of mine, I watched her face. That famous face, contorted in pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her jaw slackened.

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We continued to stand there in the middle of the room, mere metres from the door, my arm around her naked body, my thumb rubbing her clit, my fingers quickening their pace as she became even wetter. We stood there for what must've been a full minute as her breath became shallower and her knees became even weaker. Before I knew it, my two fingers were furiously probing deep inside of her, pressing up against her most sensitive areas. I diverted all the strength into my arms to intensify my wrist and finger action. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing and the now very audible sound of my sloshing caused by my fingers inside of her.

I fingered her so furiously that my arm began to ache, but it didn't matter though. All of a suddenly Aishwarya let out a loud cry as her entire body tensed up. Her back arched backwards and her thighs closed around my hand. Her eyes remained closed and her expression changed from one of shock to pure pleasure as she let out another pleasurable moan until finally her legs gave way, and a fresh wave of moisture enveloped my fingers and squirted onto the carpet beneath out feet. Her naked body collapsed in my arm as I lowered her onto the floor. All the while, I kept my fingers inside of her. Her squirting had covered my hand in her juices.

I laid her down on her back and brushed the hair from her face. She still had her eyes close and every few seconds would convulse ever so slightly as she came down from her orgasm.

"How was that?" I whispered into her ear.

"Amazing," she said between deep breaths.

I let her rest for a moment and watched as her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on lips and on each nipple. I just couldn't get enough of her nipples. When she had calmed down sufficiently, I whispered in her ear,

"Spread your legs Aishu, I'm not done yet."

My fingers were still buried deep inside of her and her thighs were still clamped over my hand like a vice, and amidst all that, she was completely wet. I looked down at her naked body and could barely contain myself. She finally opened her eyes and said,

"Can we at least move to the bed? I don't want you to fuck me on the floor of a hotel room."

I obliged and scooped her up in my arms and moved across her spacious hotel room. I placed her gently on the bed before taking off my trousers. Aish paid particular attention to this and when she saw how hard I was, she simply raised an eyebrow and laid back down on the bed. I climbed on and placed myself on top of her. She was so beautiful. I never forgot once who this was. In my head, I kept repeating her name again and again to hammer home who I was about to make love to. But out loud, I simply said to her,

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"Spread your legs."

Aishwarya did so, albeit very slightly.

"Wider," I said.

Again, she spread her legs open an extra couple of inches. I smiled and leaned in close whispered into her ear.

"Wider Aishu."
She chuckled nervously at this and spread her legs open as far as they would go. I looked her in the face one more time before aligning myself between her legs and slowly allowing myself to slide the tip of my penis into her wet, hot vagina. She was a very tight girl, but her orgasm had made her so wet to the point where I met almost no resistance. My hands began to freely roam her body as I buried my penis as far into her as possible. Aishwarya moaned loudly as I began to plant kisses along her neck.
It is impossible to describe how perfect everything felt in that moment. As I began to thrust in and out of her, it was an assault on the senses from how she looked squirming in pleasure beneath me to the feeling of her breasts and the rest of her naked body pressed up against mine and even the lingering scent of her perfume.
I built up a steady rhythm and soon I was moving in and out of her freely and with increasing pace. I gently grabbed her by the chin and looked at her face front on. I wanted it to be in the forefront of my mind that I was fucking Aishwarya. I wanted to see this famous face react as I fucked her. We looked deep into each other’s eyes as we made love. For a brief moment she smiled, but that quickly disappeared as a particularly hard thrust elicited a loud moan from between her lips. Still, there was no doubting the enjoyment on her face.

I reached underneath her with both hands and grabbed her tight ass and pulled her in to meet my thrusts. Aish began to punctuate each of my hard thrusts with increasingly louder moans. I sensed it was becoming too much for her when she clamped her legs down around my hips as if to slow me down. But not wanting to interrupt my rhythm, I forcefully pried her legs open and spread them far apart allowing for maximum penetration with each push. Aish glanced down the length of our bodies and saw my penis moving in and out of with great speed. I watched as she moaned loudly and rolled her eyes back into her head. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth hypnotically with each thrust.

I lost track of how long we fucked. I just remembered details like how her legs continued to close only for me to force them open again or the way I grabbed at her breasts as they bounced rhythmically back and forth or even something as simple as the feeling of her tongue in my mouth.

At last it was too much and with one very rough squeeze of her left breast and a tight grip on her right wrist, I fucked her hard into the mattress as I felt myself explode inside of her.

"Oh Aish!" I groaned as buried my penis deep inside of her one last time.

Whether it was my hand that roughly squeezed her breast or the feeling of cum pouring inside of her, Aish let out a loud and long cry of pleasure. I collapsed on top of her and held her tight, not wanting to move an inch.

"No keep going! I'm about cum!" Aish pleaded almost desperately.

I groaned wearily but obliged her nonetheless. It took a Herculean effort to rise up and continue fucking her before my penis grew limp. I was almost spent. I had saved last drop of cum for that last effort, but never being one to disappoint a lady, I fucked her for just that little bit longer.

It didn't take long though. Within no time, her body began to tense up and as before, she arched her back and cried out loudly in pleasure. She writhed in pleasure under me as I wrapped my arms around her body. She continued convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She was spent as we fell into each other’s arms and embraced.

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We remained this way for a long time, both of us verging on sleep but still finding an excuse to stay awake whether it was to fondle her breasts or simply to continue kissing. She would reach down and take hold of my penis and gently stroked it as I kissed her all over her body.

After a long while, Aishwarya sat up gingerly and crawled across the bed and began to pull the bed sheets over us. But the sight on Aishwarya on all fours, even for just a moment, only served to turn me on once more.
I sat up and held Aish by her hips and pulled her back into me once more. At this point, Aish was almost completely out of it and basically just swayed this way and that. I knew that she just wanted to sleep, but at the same time, she didn't exactly protest as I moved into position behind her; she did however reach back to grasp my penis and guide it to her vagina. I think part of her was afraid I was trying to fuck her ass.

I slipped my penis into her once more, eliciting a barely audible moan from between her lips. Aish barely had enough energy to remain on all fours so I did most of the work, lazily pushing in and out of her as her buttocks lightly slapped against me. It was a lazy and slow effort, but one that more than satisfied me. Once in a while, Aish would let out a soft cry letting me know she was still awake. After one particularly pleasurable slide into her, I leaned forward and grasped both of her dangling breasts. The sensation of her breasts gently resting on my hands was amazing.

Not content to leave my hands in that one spot, I ran my hand across her wonderfully smooth body from her butt-cheeks, to her slender waist and her wonderfully smooth back. Aish reacted to this quite positively, as she made a sound best described as a low pur as my hands explored her body. I felt another orgasm building, although I suspected she had had enough for one night. Not bothering to drag this out or force her to climax for a third time, I returned my hands to her breasts and held them in place as I began my last salvo, thrusting into her from behind with just a little bit more intensity. Aish was nearly completely silent during this and if not for the occasional whimper and moan, I would've thought she had fallen asleep. And finally, after several final and relatively lazy thrusts, I felt what was left in me pour into her already soaking vagina.
I didn't pull out of her immediately, instead dragging her back into me and letting us fall back into bed, with my penis still buried inside of her and her firm ass held against me. Aish, completely exhausted, passed out almost immediately.

I took a moment to appreciate who I just had sex with. My wildest dreams didn't compare to this. To see Aishwarya naked, passed out and with the result of our collective orgasms oozing out of her vagina was almost a startling sight. As I felt my penis begin to shrink inside of her, sleep overcame me.




I've been single for a long time and I don't date many girls. Therefore, it's always an odd feeling to wake up in bed with any naked girl curled up against me much less Aishwarya Rai. I call her Aishu, but in my head, I always refer to her by her full name; as if to hit home the fact this was all real. Her eyes fluttered as she stirred beside me.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Morning."

She looked up and me and for a moment, all words eluded me. But I could tell by her face she wasn't going to be the one to speak first so I said,

"Can I confess something?"

She furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes for a moment before sitting up slightly and replying, "That's not the best thing to say to a girl first thing in the morning, but okay."

I took a dramatic pause before saying, "I don't even like your first movie that much."

Aishwarya laughed out loud and collapsed back on the bed and wrapped her arms around me.

"You scared me for a second! But please, no movies talk!"

"Well we're sure as hell not talking about my work."

"You can ask me about any other movie I've done."

"Actually, weren't you going to do a film with Hrithik?"

"Yeah, Dhoom Sequel. But we ran into financing woes with the studio. The project is in limbo at the moment," she said with little enthusiasm.

"What's Hrithik like?

"He's great. Really really nice guy,' she said before adding, "Anything else you want to ask me about my work?"

She looked at me with adoring eyes in a way that few girls ever had. I suspected I had an idea of what was on her mind. A smart person would've made a move. Instead, I made a bad joke.

"Yeah. How does it feel to know you were responsible for the erection of boys worldwide?"

Aishwarya laughed out loud again, this time blushing noticeably. I liked that she could take a joke. And more to the point, I liked she could take my jokes which historically tended to offend more often than they amused.


"Well, you can believe that if it helps you sleep at night."

"I'd rather you be the one to help me sleep at night," I blurted out.

"Ooh, that's a bad line," she said wryly.

"I JUST woke up about a minute ago. Forgive me if I'm not at my most charming."

"Well after last night, I guess I can let it slide."

She rolled onto her stomach and placed her chin on my chest and looked up at me seductively.

"My flight doesn't leave till the afternoon and I have absolutely nowhere else to be."

"Well, I have to stop at the Supreme Court library but I suppose it can wait. What would we do though?"

"Well, you could fuck me again," she said very matter-of-factly.

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I swept the sheets aside so I could see her completely naked in the daylight. I gently pushed her only her back and looked up and down her beautiful, lithe body.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Very much so."

I softly laid a hand on her breasts and held it in my hand. As I said, her breasts were quite small but well proportioned, perky and full of life. I was surprised to see her pubic hair was neatly trimmed; but then she was a celebrity. She also had a rather nice tan, in stark contrast to most girls from England.

"Do you have to leave today?" I asked.

"I really do."

"Will you come back?"

She looked and me and sat up, oblivious to her nakedness. She took a moment before answering.

"Back to Singapore? Maybe. I don't know when but I'd like to. But it won't be for awhile. My schedule is pretty packed."

"I can imagine," I said with a hint of disappointment.

"But let's not think about that. Just think about all the things you'll get to do to me today."

I smiled and replied, "And what about the things you'll do to me?"

She gave me a confused look, not quite understanding what I meant. I reached up and pulled her into me for a kiss. Her hair was a mess and got in both of our faces as our lips touched. After a moment, I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down my body. Only then did she catch on.

"I never did like doing this," she muttered.

Nevertheless, she wrapped her lips around my cock. I groaned loudly and brushed her long hair to one side so I could see her face. I laid my hand gently on the back of her head and helped guide her up and down the length of my shaft. The sight of my penis moving in and out of Aishwarya's mouth was something I never even dreamed about. I could feel her breasts grazing my legs and I could see that long smooth back of hers and her lovely curvy rear. And how it felt...God. It was indescribable pleasure. Her mouth was wrapped tightly around my shaft and she sucked hard and with great vigour.
I was in heaven. But suddenly, her head lurched back and her hand went to her mouth. She stood up and ran into the adjoining bathroom. I was confused until I heard her spit and rinse. I laughed and crawled to the edge of the bed to look at her bent over the bathroom basin naked.
When she was finally done, she was red as a beet and smiling widely.

"Sorry. I try to be that girl but I can never pull it off."

"Just so we're clear, I didn't cum early did I?"

She laughed. "No. Just a bit of pre-cum. I can't stand the taste."

I smiled at her and looked her up and down. Aishwarya Rai; as naked as she could get, wearing no clothes and no makeup and all but handing me an invitation.

"I might take a shower," she said.

Without another word, she turned around and I watched as her nice, tight, curvy bottom disappeared from sight. After a moment, I heard water begin to run. I literally jumped off the bed to join her.

True to our word, Aishwarya and I did spend most of that having sex. It was remarkable how quickly I became familiar with her body and what she liked and didn't like. Soon, I was able to play her like a harp and she was more than willing to let me. Although in spite of our urges and our stamina, it wasn't all sex. We spent a considerable amount of time just talking. I got the sneaking suspicion Aishwarya was glad to converse with someone her own age after being stuck on movie sets for so long with a bunch of middle aged actors and directors. Now that we had gotten sex (mostly) out of our system and there was no awkwardly amusing flirting on my part, it was nice to be able to just talk to her without any hidden agenda.
Still, I'd be lying if I said most of these conversations didn't take place while we were naked and rolling around on the sheets. And in her own words, we had both been rather "under-fucked". As result, we made good use of the bed.

And the shower.

And the couch.
And the floor.

And the kitchen countertop.
We lost track of time during all this fucking that when there was a knock at the front door, it took us both by surprise.

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"Aishwarya! It's me!" shouted a female voice.

"Who the fuck is that?" I whispered as pulled my lips away from her vagina.

"Shit, it's my Manager. We're supposed to go over my itinerary for New Zealand. I completely forgot," she whispered back as she climbed off the kitchen countertop and scrambled about the room, trying to find something to wear. "Just a minute Sheela!" Aishwarya shouted in reply.

I ran to front door where my shirt was from last night and quickly put it on. I didn't dare make a noise for fear of embarrassing Aishwarya with my presence. I also spotted her bathrobe, tank top and panties where we had left them and scooped them all up. Aishwarya had found some sweat pants and a tight fitting shirt in her room. She tossed me my jeans and I quickly put them on. I tossed her the bathrobe and she quickly threw it on. Before I could give her the tank top and panties, she rushed past me towards the door. She looked back quickly to make sure that I was fully dressed before opening the door. This took me by surprise and I quickly shoved her panties in my pocket and threw her tank top behind the kitchen counter.

Aishwarya's Manager Sheela was the woman I recognized for the other night. She walked in and looked at me immediately.

"Hello," she said cordially.

Aishwarya rushed to put herself between me and Sheela and said,

"Sheela, this is Jack. He's a hotel guest in the room next door."

"Oh. Hi Jack. I hope I'm not interrupting anything" she said, still obviously unsure why I was here.

"Of course not. I'm a fan of Aishu, I mean Miss Aishwarya Rai. Couldn't resist coming over and saying hello. Anyway, I was just leaving."

Aishwarya moved to the door and held it open for me before saying, "I'll walk you out. Sheela, make yourself at home."

I slinked passed Sheela and basically ran out the door. Aishwarya joined me in the hall out of Sheela's sight and giggled mischievously. I held her in my arms again and kissed her on the lips, all the while making sure no one saw us.

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"Sorry about that. But I don't want to be known as the type of girl who sleeps with guys she just met," Aishwarya whispered.

"It's fine," I said and quickly kissed her again before adding, "So is this it?"

"I think so. Sheela is here. And soon, so will a few studio big wigs and other people from the film. We head for the airport in a couple of hours. Sorry it had to end like this."

"Hey, I'm just happy we spent this time together. Even if I didn't get to finish you off," I said as I slipped my hand down her pants and between her legs as I had done so many times already. The whole time, I looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was watching.

"Don't worry. I don't think I had another orgasm in me," she chuckled.

It was then that I realised she wasn't wearing any panties. I suddenly remembered why and reached inside my pocket and pulled out the scrunched up white panties I had picked up only a moment ago.

"These are yours I believe."

Aishwarya stifled a laugh and took them before patting down her sweat pants.

"Shit. I don't have pockets," she giggled.
I smiled and continued to keep watch for any onlookers. She looked for a moment as if she was considering quickly changing right there in the hall, but instead she smiled at me and handed the panties back.

"Keep it."

I laughed and placed them back in my pocket. I held her head in both hands and we looked into each others eyes once more as I said,

"I'm going to miss you."

We kissed once more for a long long time before she finally broke away and slipped back into her room. We held hands for as long as possible but soon she was gone.

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Excellent updates

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I caught a last glimpse of her an hour later when she left her room and headed towards the elevator, surrounded by her entourage. Before she got in, she looked back at my room and saw me. She gave me a quick wave before disappearing from sight. I couldn't be sure, but I could've sworn she got a bit misty eyed. And just like that, she was gone.

Later than day as the sun began to set over Singapore, mere seconds after I had was checked out of the hotel, I dragged my suitcase towards the exit, smiling the entire way as I recalled the events of the past 42 or so hours. Suddenly, one of the hotel receptionists ran up to me.

"Excuse me, sir? You were staying in room 1136?"

"Yes, is everything okay?"

"Oh no, everything is just fine sir. We just almost forgot to give you this? Miss Aishwarya Rai left it for you before she checked out."

She handed me a small package wrapped in ordinary brown paper. I thanked the receptionist and she made her way back to the front desk. The moment I was alone, I tore open the packaging. Inside was an Album of Her Childhood photos. I opened the inside the front cover and on the title page, the following was written neatly in black pen:

"THANK YOU FOR A LOVELY TIME.

AISHWARYA

PS: I MIGHT BE IN SINGAPORE AGAIN BY THE END OF THE YEAR. DON'T CHANGE YOUR NUMBER. I MAY NEED SOME COMPANY.

PPS: AND YES, I GRABBED YOUR NUMBER FROM YOUR PHONE WHILE YOU WERE IN THE BATHROOM.
PPPS: ALSO, I BETTER NOT SEE THOSE PANTIES UP ON EBAY xoxo.

I laughed and closed the Album with a solid thud.

For the next few months, I kept a close eye on celebrity gossip sites and numerous Aishwarya fansites for any news of Aishwarya and specifically, her relationships and projects. Nothing even remotely interesting ever came up. I even considered creating a Twitter account to contact her, but given the massive volume of tweets per day she received and the fact any response would be very public, I decided against it. I resigned myself to fact that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice.

THE END

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Rakul Preet Singh's Visit to Japan

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Rakul Preet Singh's Visit to Japan
Rakul Preet Singh was currently on a world tour promoting her newest movie. Right now she was in Japan, where she got invited to a popular TV show. It was supposedly somewhat like the Koffee with Karan, and at least as popular in Japan as Koffee with Karan was in the India.

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According to the assistant at the show who she had spoken to earlier, it was a great honor for her to be invited to the show. Her being a gaijin -- a foreigner. Apparently she was going to be the first Indian actress to appear on this show.

But that only confirmed to her that it was probably not a good idea to do this. No other respectable actress had done this so why should she? Maybe it was the truth that she had been the first Indian to be asked to appear on the show, but even so, the honor was very doubtful.

Her agent had come to her when they were planning the promotion tour and had told her about the offer very excitedly. He was convinced that it would be very good for her career. Japan was an important market for movies and this talk show had an enormous reach in the country. Therefore, if she gave a good interview, a success in Japan was almost guaranteed.

There was only one problem with this. According to what she was told, the show was very unique. Not at all like Koffee with Karan!

When her agent had told her vaguely what was expected of her, she had almost fired him on the spot. She was so angry that she wiped her agent's laptop from the desk between them. Only slowly was he able to calm her down.

"Look, I know this is very unusual. It's scandalous actually! But it would only be shown in Japan. And you know their culture is quite different than ours. Here it's apparently perfectly normal for an actress to perform these kinds of acts," he had explained.

"That doesn't mean that I have to do that!" She shouted at him.

"No, you don't. But you also know your success rate lately. It isn't too good! You need the publicity!"

She went quiet.

He was right. Her last few movies weren't big hits. In fact most of her publicity consisted of reports about her on-again-off-again boyfriends. No luck with movies. No luck with boyfriends either.

She needed to change her luck. And if this TV show could help her get the publicity needed to make her latest movie a hit? Maybe it was a necessary evil?

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But it was so extreme! Even the little detail that her agent was able to tell her about the show sounded way too much for her. Apparently the show was very sexual in nature. And it would require some nudity from her. Something that was unthinkable on Indian TV! But here in Japan it seemed to be very normal.

She had watched a bit of TV during her brief stay so far. But she hadn't really seen any shows like the one she was supposed to appear on. Maybe it was only on certain weekdays? Or maybe she just hadn't found the right channel among the hundreds of channels that where available in her hotel room.

After a long talk and a few hours of crying alone in her hotel bed, she had finally agreed to at least talk to the assistant of the show. The assistant would tell her in more detail what was expected of her and would also arrange all the necessary preparations. One of those was a blood test.

What kind of show requires a Blood test? -- she thought.

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The assistant was a tiny Japanese girl of at most 20 years. She was spindly thin and a whole head shorter than Rakul. She was cute though and had a very bubbly personality. When she came to Rakul's hotel room the actress liked the girl immediately.

The girl's English was not perfect, but good enough for Rakul to understand everything. Although at first she thought that she must have misunderstood some of the things the girl said.

"Bucka-what?" Rakul asked.

"Buk-ka-ke," the girl repeated slowly. "It is the Japanese art of cum." She gave a crooked smile.

"What exactly does that mean?" Rakul was very confused. Her agent had told her something about nudity, maybe showing her tits or something like that. But cum?

"Bukkake means that many men cum on girl," the assistant explained.

"Cum on?"

"Yes. They masturbate and then they shoot the cum on the girl. Mostly on the face."

"That's disgusting," Rakul exclaimed. "Who would let people do that to them?"

"Well it is Japanese tradition," said Mitsumi - that was the assistant's name by the way. "Many famous actresses do this. It is expected!"

Rakul had her doubts about that. But she didn't really know better. You rarely hear about other country's traditions on Indian news. So maybe Mitsumi was right.

"Okay, explain to me again what I would have to do on your show," she tried calmly.

Mitsumi laid it out: "You wear short skirt and a shirt. You go in studio when you get introduced to audience by host. You curtsy. Then you stand at the tall desk that is prepared for you. Then you answer questions of host. While you talk to host men will climb on desk and shoot cum on your face. You must not react to it. You must act everything is normal."

Rakul was disgusted. "You expect me to let a number of strange men ejaculate on my face? On TV!? You must be crazy!"

"This is normal in Japan," Mitsumi replied. "Many Indian shows seem crazy to Japanese audience."

"So I just stand there and talk to the host as if nothing strange where going on. And I get semen on my face?"

"Yes."

"How much? I mean how many men are we talking about?"

Mitsumi seemed to think a moment. "It depends."
"On what?"

"On how excited our guys get. At least thirty. Maybe more. As many we can get. And depends on how long interview. If host doesn't like you he not ask many questions. Interview short."

"And if he likes me?" Rakul asked.

"Then he ask many questions. Interview will be long. Many men will have time to cum on you."

That seemed like a somewhat reverse logic to Rakul.

"So I have to try to get him to not like me?"

"No!" Mitsumi cried. "You want publicity. You want people to like you. To go to your movie. So you must make host like you very much. Get as much time as you can. Host will like you, people will like you and go to your movie."

"I guess that makes some sense," Rakul reluctantly admitted. "So all I have to do is stand there, answer questions and pretend nothing is happening while 30 men cum on my face?"

"And get sexed," Mitsumi said matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"After a while, one man will come behind you and have sex with you. That is what the test is for."

"You're saying that while all that other stuff is going on, someone will f-... will have sex with me from behind?" Rakul couldn't believe it. It was getting more and more extreme for her liking.

"Yes. You pretend that nothing is happening. This very important! This part of tradition. You let the man do anything he wants. He have sex with you. He touch your boobs. He touch your pussy. You let him."

Rakul was simply shaking her head slowly.

"When interview is over, maybe host will do something, too. You just let him do. You pretend nothing is happening. When he done and he say goodbye, you say 'Thank you' and make another curtsy and leave the studio. You not adjust your clothes!" Mitsumi was quite adamant.

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