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17-09-2024, 11:53 AM
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KAREENA KAPOOR - A ADULT WEB SERIES AUDITION
PART -1 In the bustling heart of Mumbai, a figure emerged from the shadows of a narrow alleyway, the setting sun casting a warm glow across her face. Kareena Kapoor, once the darling of Bollywood, now found herself navigating the uncharted waters of a changing industry. Her once-glittering career had lost its shine, and she was eager to grasp at any opportunity that could restore her to her former glory. As she approached the nondescript building that housed the production office for an upcoming web series, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. The director, a young man named Rohit, greeted her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was known for pushing boundaries in his work, and Kareena had been both intrigued and apprehensive when he approached her with the offer. The meeting room was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of stale coffee and the hum of a distant air conditioner. Rohit wasted no time in getting to the point, explaining the plot of the series and the bold scenes she would need to perform. Her role was that of a sex worker, and her co-star, the popular Vicky Kaushal, would play a regular customer seeking refuge in her arms. Kareena felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she listened to the details. The scenes were graphic, the language raw. But she had made her decision; she needed this. She nodded solemnly, and Rohit handed her a script. Her eyes scanned the pages, taking in the crass dialogues that seemed to leap off the paper. The words felt foreign in her mouth, a stark contrast to the sweet nothings she had murmured in countless romantic films. Yet, she knew she had to embrace this new side of herself if she wanted to stay relevant. The audition was set for the next day. Kareena retreated to her apartment, her thoughts racing. She had never done anything like this before. She paced the floor, trying to memorize the lines that were so far removed from her usual repertoire. The vulgar language rolled awkwardly on her tongue, and she wondered if she could truly embody the character. The stakes were high, and she felt a mix of excitement and fear. This was the kind of role that could either revive her career or bury it for good. As the sun set, she looked out of the window, watching the city lights flicker to life. She knew she had to give it her all. The next day, she would step onto the set, not as the glamorous star she once was, but as a woman ready to bare her soul for the sake of art. The anticipation grew, a palpable force that filled the room. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath, focusing on the words that would soon spill from her lips, a dance of passion and desperation. This was a new chapter, one that would test her limits and force her to confront the reality of her new path. With a final nod to her reflection, she turned off the lights and climbed into bed, ready to face whatever the morrow brought. The audition day dawned with a mix of nerves and determination. The set was a grimy room, a stark contrast to the opulent film sets she was accustomed to. Vicky was already there, dressed in the attire of a man with little to lose, his eyes filled with a quiet respect for her courage. They exchanged a brief nod, understanding the gravity of the moment. The air was thick with tension as the director called for action, and the cameras began to roll. "Yes, master," Kareena murmured, her voice low and sultry, "you are here again." Vicky's eyes lit up with a predatory glint as he stepped closer, the coarse fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare shoulder. "How are you, my randi?" he asked, the word rolling off his tongue with surprising ease. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "I am good, but waiting for your cock." The words felt wrong, yet oddly liberating in the context of the scene. With a wink, she leaned back on the tattered bed, her breasts bouncing with the movement. The cheap bells on her anklet jingled, adding a melodious soundtrack to the squalid setting. Vicky's gaze lingered on the gentle sway of her hips, his own desire evident in the tightening of his pants. The director called for a pause, his eyes assessing their chemistry with a critical eye. "Perfect," he murmured, scribbling something on his clipboard. "Now, Kareena, say the line again, but this time, bounce your boobs as you do." Kareena's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she complied, her hands cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly before letting them fall. The sound of them bouncing against her chest was obscene, and she felt a strange thrill at the raw sexuality of the moment. "Yes, Sahab ji," she repeated, her voice dripping with a practiced seductiveness, "apka lund ke liye main bekarar hu." Vicky took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, and she felt a dampness forming between her legs. The director nodded approvingly, his focus unwavering on the raw, carnality unfolding before him. The scene continued to escalate, Vicky's hand reaching out to grab her boobs roughly. The suddenness of the contact took Kareena by surprise, and she gasped. His touch was firm, his thumbs circling her erect nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. She leaned into his grasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned softly. It was a performance, she reminded herself, but the line between reality and fiction was blurring. His grip tightened, his other hand sliding down to caress her thigh, the fabric of her short skirt riding up to reveal more of her smooth skin. "Cut!" Rohit's voice pierced the air, and Kareena's eyes snapped open. She looked at him, her chest heaving, only to find his expression unimpressed. "No, no, Kareena. You need to look more... happy." He gestured with his hand, as if trying to coax a smile out of her. "Remember, you're here to make him feel like a king. Like he's the only man in the world." Kareena took a deep breath and nodded, pushing aside the confusion that washed over her. She had to sell this, had to make it believable. Vicky's hand was still on her thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles. "Let's go again," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and the seductive purr she'd practiced. The director nodded, and the cameras rolled once more. This time, when Vicky touched her, she leaned into it, her eyes sparkling with a hunger that was more than just for the part. "Oh, Sahab," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "you make me so wet." His eyes darkened, and he slid his hand up her skirt, his fingers finding the warm, damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. The director watched intently, his expression unreadable. "Sahab ji," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and a hint of desperation, "apke liye to hum sada ready rehte hi. Kya bolo kya hukum hai, yeh sab apka hi maal hai." She took his hand and placed it firmly on her left breast, the fabric of her blouse stretching tightly around his fingers. His grip tightened, and she threw her head back, arching her back to give him better access. Vicky's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he watched her, his other hand sliding up to cover her right breast. He squeezed, and she moaned, her body responding to his touch despite the awkwardness of the situation. But the director wasn't satisfied. "No, no, Kareena," he called out, interrupting the scene. "You're doing it wrong." Kareena looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky. Rohit strode over, his eyes piercing through her. "You're supposed to be a sex worker. You need to make him feel like he's in control, like he can do anything to you and you'll love it." He paused, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long before adding, "And Vicky, you can't press her boobs so hard. Just keep your hand there, but don't squeeze. Let the anticipation build." Kareena nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She didn't know why she felt disappointed; this was what she signed up for, after all. But as she looked into Vicky's eyes, she saw the same confusion mirrored in them. They were both actors, used to playing roles, but this was pushing the envelope in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling. They took their positions again, and the director called for action. This time, when Vicky's hand rested on her breast, it was lighter, his thumb lazily circling her erect nipple. The tension in the room was palpable, but she focused on the task at hand. "Please, Sahab," she whimpered, her voice a siren's call, "tell me what you want." His hand slid down to her thigh, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "Tell me," she repeated, her voice a whisper. The director nodded, his gaze still sharp. "Good, Kareena. Now, look at me when you say it." She met Rohit's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of something she couldn't quite name. His expression was intense, almost hungry. "Sahab," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Rohit's, "tell me what you wish." Vicky's hand slid further up her thigh, the fabric of her panties growing damp. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg, and it sent a thrill through her that she hadn't anticipated. "Keep it going," Rohit instructed, his voice low and gruff. "And Vicky, remember, you're the customer. Take what you want, but don't forget to make it believable." Kareena's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into the director's eyes, the words he'd just spoken echoing in her mind. She could feel Vicky's hand on her thigh, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. It was all a part of the scene, she told herself, but the line between reality and the role she was playing was blurring. She took a shaky breath and leaned into the moment, her eyes never leaving Rohit's as she whispered, "Whatever you wish, Sahab." The director nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn't quite place. "Now, let's add some intimacy." He stepped closer to Vicky, his hand reaching out to guide his. "Like this," he said, his hand hovering over Vicky's, showing him the gentle, lingering touch he wanted. Vicky nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt his hand move to cup her breast again, his thumb circling her nipple in a way that made her skin tingle. Kareena bit her lip, focusing on the scene, on the character she was playing. She was a professional, she reminded herself, and this was just another role. But the way Vicky's eyes held hers, the way his touch sent waves of heat through her body, it was all too real. She swallowed hard, her voice low and needy. "Please, Sahab," she begged, her hand reaching up to cover his, "just take me." The director's voice cut through the haze of their performance. "Cut," he called out, his voice sharp. "Good job, Kareena. That was perfect." The words of praise barely registered as she sat up, pulling her blouse back into place. Vicky stepped back, his own chest heaving. He offered her a shaky smile, and she took his hand, her own trembling slightly. "Now," Rohit continued, his tone business-like, "we're going to move on to the next part of the audition. The sex scene." Kareena's heart skipped a beat. This was it. This was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. The scene that would determine if she was truly ready to push the boundaries of her acting. She took a deep breath and nodded. The crew bustled around the set, adjusting the lighting and the camera angles, while Kareena took a moment to compose herself. The director handed her a glass of water, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "You're doing great," he assured her, his voice a gentle caress. She took a sip, the cool liquid calming her nerves. "Places," Rohit called out, and Kareena took her position on the bed, her heart racing. Vicky joined her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and excitement. She could see the outline of his erection through his trousers, and she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. This was it. The moment she had been preparing for, the scene that could either make or break her comeback. The director positioned them, arranging their bodies to look as natural and as erotic as possible. "Remember," he instructed, "this scene needs to be raw, it needs to feel real." Kareena nodded, taking a deep breath as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy bra. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his gaze never leaving hers. The director nodded in approval before calling for the cameraman to start rolling. As the scene began, Vicky's hand slid up Kareena's thigh, his fingers grazing the lace of her panties. She gasped, the sound genuine, and reached for her bra clasp. But Rohit intervened, his voice firm. "No, Kareena. Leave it." He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "We need to see your reaction, your vulnerability. It's essential for the scene." She hesitated, glancing down at the crew whose eyes were glued to the unfolding spectacle. The anticipation was thick, almost tangible. With a deep breath, she nodded, her hands moving to cover her breasts instead. Vicky's hand paused, and she could feel his questioning gaze. But she knew what she had to do. The director's instructions echoed in her mind. This was the moment she had agreed to, the price she had to pay for her comeback. Slowly, she leaned back, allowing him to pull her bra down, exposing her bare breasts to the room. The cool air of the set kissed her sensitive skin, and she felt a rush of excitement mingled with embarrassment. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, but he remained in character, his hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple. She gasped, the sensation surprisingly real, despite the artificial setting. The crew watched intently, their eyes raking over her exposed body, and she felt a strange thrill at being the center of their attention. It was as if she had shed a layer of her former self, revealing a new, more daring version of Kareena Kapoor. "Kya mast boobs hai re tere," Vicky murmured, his voice filled with a faux adoration that seemed all too real in the moment. His words echoed through the room, and Kareena felt a blush creep up her neck. "Inko kyu chupake rakhti hai?" He squeezed her breast, and she bit her lip, fighting the urge to close her eyes. The vulgarity of his words stung, but she knew it was all part of the act. She was a sex worker in this scene, and she had to sell it. "Yeh sab aapka hi hai, Sahab ji," she responded, her voice a seductive whisper. "Jab chahe aapke liye ready hai ye apki rand." Kareena felt the words stick in her throat, but she delivered them with a practiced ease, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. She was a good actor, and she knew how to separate herself from the script. But the heat in the room was becoming too much to ignore, and she could feel her body responding to his touch. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. Vicky's hand moved to her other breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak as he leaned in closer. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "So soft, so perfect." Kareena's eyes closed for a brief moment, the sensation of his mouth on her skin making her forget the cameras, the crew, and even the script. This was acting, she told herself, but it felt so real. So wrong and yet, in this twisted way, so incredibly right. His mouth closed over her nipple, and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. It was a sound that seemed to resonate in the small, grimy room, bouncing off the walls and into the ears of everyone present. She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further into his embrace, and she realized it was the director's. "That's it," Rohit encouraged, his voice a dark whisper. "Make it look like you're enjoying it." Vicky's tongue flicked against her sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple gently. Kareena's body responded involuntarily, arching towards him as he sucked harder. The vulgarity of the act was not lost on her, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, her fingers digging into his hair as she urged him on. "Oh, yes," she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them. The director's hand left her head, and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She opened her eyes to find Rohit standing over them, his own desire clear as he watched the scene unfold. "Keep going," he instructed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to see how much you're willing to give for this role." The challenge in his gaze was unmistakable, and she knew what was expected of her. Vicky's mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. Kareena gasped, her body writhing under his expert touch. It was a dance of power and submission, one she had never experienced before. The director stepped closer, his own erection pressing against her leg as he guided Vicky's hand to her panties. "Take them off," he ordered, his voice strained. Kareena's eyes flew open, meeting Vicky's. For a moment, she saw the real him, not just the character he was playing. His eyes held a question, a silent plea for her consent. With a nod, she allowed him to continue, his hand slipping under the waistband of her panties. The fabric was wet with her arousal, and she felt a thrill of excitement as he gently tugged them down her legs. She was naked before them all, exposed in a way she had never been before. Yet, she didn't feel shame. Instead, there was a strange sense of liberation. "Kaisa laga raha hai meri raand?" Vicky whispered against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. She knew the question was for the director, but it sent a shiver down her spine. She was no stranger to hearing men praise her body, but these words, spoken in this context, were different. They were raw, gritty, and utterly consuming. She swallowed hard, her voice a throaty whisper. "Very good, Sahab." Rohit's eyes gleamed as he took in the sight before him. "Now, Kareena, tell him what you want," he instructed, his voice low and demanding. She took a deep breath, letting the words roll off her tongue as if they were a sweet, forbidden treat. "I want you to suck my boobs," she murmured, the vulgarity of the Hindi slang sounding surprisingly natural. Vicky's eyes met hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the need to satisfy both the director and the scene. He leaned in, his mouth enveloping her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Kareena's back arched, her nails digging into the bed. The sound of his mouth on her skin was obscene, and she felt a rush of pleasure that was as surprising as it was intense. "Kya maal hai," Vicky murmured against her flesh, his teeth grazing her nipple. Kareena's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to his touch. She had never felt this way before, not even with her ex-lovers. This was raw, animalistic lust, and she was loving every second of it. "Kareena," Rohit's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone sharp. "Keep talking." She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. "Ab kya, Sahab?" she panted, her voice a breathy whisper. "Kya boobs chod doge?" The words were crude, but the challenge in her tone was clear. Vicky looked up at her, his eyes hooded with desire. He understood the game they were playing, the fine line between reality and the scene. With a smirk, he released her breast and sat up, his hand trailing down her stomach. "Chal na," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Agar meri randi banegi toh boobs bhi khane do." Kareena's heart raced as she watched him, his confidence and dominance in the scene only adding to the excitement. She knew she had to match him, to give the director what he wanted. "Han, Sahab," she responded, her voice a seductive purr. "Lekin aap bhi mera maal lena chahte ho toh zara dikhao kitna chahte ho." She slid her hand down to her wet panties, her fingers brushing against her clit. Vicky's eyes widened slightly, his own excitement clear. Rohit nodded, his gaze never leaving the intimate scene before him. The sucking continued, Vicky's mouth moving from one nipple to the other with an expertise that had Kareena's toes curling. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built. The vulgar dialogues flowed freely between them, each word a caress that stoked the fire of their passion. "Aur boobs bahut achche lagte hai," Vicky murmured, his tongue flicking across her chest. "Tum bhi mujhe suck karegi?" "Haan," Kareena moaned, her hand sliding down to the bulge in Vicky's pants. "Aapka lund bhi khana chahti hoon." Her voice was thick with desire, the words coming easily now. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of what was to come. The cameras rolled, capturing every intimate moment, every gasp and moan. The crew was silent, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene, but she was beyond caring about their gazes. This was her comeback, her chance to prove she was still relevant. Vicky's hand moved away from her breast, and she felt the coldness of the room replace the warmth of his touch. But it didn't last long as his fingers began to explore her most intimate parts, tracing the wetness of her panties. She could feel her pulse racing, her body trembling with need. "Ready for the next part?" Rohit asked, his voice a sultry whisper. She nodded, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of Vicky's touch. The director's voice grew more insistent. "Show us, Kareena. Show us how much you want him." She opened her eyes and looked directly into Vicky's, her hand reaching up to cup his face. "Mera bada lund, meri jaan," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "Aapka maal, mera haq." He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue pushed past her lips, invading her mouth with a passion that left her breathless. Rohit cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "Good," he said, his voice tight with excitement. "But remember, the scene requires intimacy. We need to believe you're enjoying this." He glanced down at Vicky's hand, still buried in her panties. "Now, for the next part." Kareena's eyes snapped open, and she pulled back slightly, looking at the director. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a little shaky. Rohit stepped closer, his eyes dark with intent. "You know, Kareena," he began, "for this scene to work, you need to show us you're willing to go all the way." He paused, watching her closely. "But I know you're a celebrity, and there are lines even you won't cross." He smirked. "So, I've come up with a solution. We'll use a sock instead of the real thing for your blowjob scene." The room grew quiet, the crew holding their breath, waiting for her reaction. Vicky looked at her, his eyes a mix of curiosity and concern. Kareena felt a flash of annoyance, but she knew she had signed up for this. She was determined to prove herself, to show that she could still deliver the goods. "Alright," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "What do you want me to do?" Rohit's smirk grew wider. "Good girl," he said, patting her cheek. "Now, we'll use a sock for the blowjob scene. It'll look realistic, and we can still get the shot we need." He held up a clean, white sock. "But first, we need to make sure it's the right size." He handed it to Vicky, who took it with a quizzical look. "Here," Rohit said, his voice thick with innuendo, "see if it fits your cock." Vicky took the sock, his eyes flicking to Kareena for a moment before he began to unbuckle his belt. She watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he freed himself, his erection standing proud and thick. He slid the sock over his length, and Kareena couldn't help but stare. The sight was both absurd and erotic, a surreal moment in the middle of this grimy set. "How's that?" he asked, his voice a low growl. The director nodded, his gaze never leaving Kareena's face. "Perfect," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Now, Kareena, I know you're a celebrity, and we can't have you actually doing something like this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look real. Like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her closely. "Can you handle that?" Kareena took a deep breath, her mind racing. This was what she had signed up for, to push the boundaries. She nodded, a fiery determination burning in her eyes. "Yes, I can do it," she murmured, her voice steady. Rohit leaned in closer, his voice a seductive purr. "Good girl," he said, his eyes raking over her bare breasts. "Now, let's get to the next part." He gestured to the sock-covered erection in Vicky's hand. "You know, Kareena, we can't have you actually doing this on camera. But for the scene, you need to make it look like you're eager for it." He paused, watching her reaction. "What do you prefer, a sock or a dildo?" Kareena's heart pounded in her chest. She knew this was a test, a way for the director to see how far she was willing to go for the role. She took a moment, weighing her options. A sock was ridiculous, but a dildo would at least be a more realistic prop. "I'll take the dildo," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. Rohit's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers as he nodded to an assistant who scurried off to fetch the requested item. The room felt hot, her skin sticky with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. When the assistant returned with a large, realistic dildo, Kareena felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was it, the moment she had feared and yet, strangely, also craved. "Now, Kareena," the director began, his voice a seductive purr, "this is your chance to show us how much you want this role." He took the dildo from the assistant and held it out to her. "You know you can't actually suck him off, but I need you to make it look as real as possible. Can you do that for me?" Kareena's heart raced as she took the dildo, the weight of it feeling strange and foreign in her hand. She had never done anything like this before, not even in the privacy of her own home. But she was an actor, and she had to deliver. She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes never leaving Rohit's. "I'll do whatever it takes," she murmured, her voice a mix of determination and trepidation. "Good," Rohit said, his voice still low and sultry. "Now, get on your knees and show us what you've got." Vicky stepped closer, his hand still wrapped around the makeshift phallus. Kareena swallowed hard, dropping to her knees before him. The room was silent, save for the rustle of fabric and the sound of her own breathing. "Lele, mera lund muh me," Vicky said, his voice gruff and demanding. Kareena's eyes never left his as she leaned in, her lips parting. The tip of the dildo touched her tongue, and she tasted the faint scent of rubber. She forced herself to ignore the absurdity of the situation and focused on the role. "Han, malik," she responded, her voice a sultry whisper, "Mera muh apke lund ke liye hi hai." The room was still, the only sound the muffled noise of the crew's breathing. She wrapped her lips around the dildo, her eyes never leaving Vicky's. He groaned, his hand tightening around the base as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The director's voice cut through the silence. "More, Kareena. Make it look like you're really enjoying it." Her eyes watered slightly as she took more of the rubber length into her mouth, her hand cupping his balls in a way that she hoped was convincing. Vicky's voice grew more urgent. "Lele, meri randi," he said, his hips thrusting slightly. She knew he was getting into character, but the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned around the fake cock, the vibration adding to the illusion.
18-09-2024, 07:25 PM
PART - 2
"Cut! Cut! That's a wrap for today," the director's voice boomed through the soundstage, echoing off the tall, bare walls. Kareena Kapoor, the Bollywood superstar known for her wholesome image, took a deep breath and slowly removed the silicone phallus from her mouth. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she was determined to nail this scene for her first foray into the world of adult web series. She wiped the fake saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at the director with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Rohit, I gave it my all," she said, her voice slightly shaky. Director Rohit, a young man with a sharp gaze and a penchant for pushing boundaries, strode over to her. He studied her for a moment, his eyes scrutinizing every line on her face, every quiver of her lip. "It's not about effort, Kareena," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "It's about the effect on camera. It's not coming through the way we need it to." Kareena felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Despite her initial hesitation, she had thrown herself into this scene, willing to break free from her pristine image. The room was still, the crew waiting for Rohit's verdict. She could feel the weight of their eyes on her. "What do you suggest?" she asked, her voice low. Rohit rubbed his chin, contemplating his next move. "We need to find a way to make this look more authentic," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "More... visceral." His words hung in the air, charged with implication. "We're not just making a scene, we're telling a story, and for that, we need real emotion." Kareena swallowed hard. The thought of what he was suggesting was both thrilling and terrifying. But she was an actress, and she knew that sometimes you had to go the extra mile. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Rohit leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. "You're a sex worker in this scene, Kareena. You're not just doing a job; you're giving Vicky, your customer, the best experience of his life. You're here to make him feel like a king. And you," he said, turning to Vicky, "you're not just a man receiving pleasure. You're lost in the moment, in the power play. Both of you need to look like you're enjoying this." Kareena nodded slowly, understanding the depth of what Rohit was asking. She took a deep breath and tried to mentally transform herself into the character. This wasn't just a scene anymore; it was a performance that required her to tap into a world she had never experienced. She looked over at Vicky, who was already in character, his eyes hungry and demanding. "Okay," she said, her voice stronger this time. "Let's do it again." Rohit nodded, his eyes lighting up with a spark of excitement. He stepped back, watching as Kareena and Vicky took their places. The set was dimly lit, with a single spotlight focusing on the makeshift bed where the two actors were situated. The director called for action, and Kareena took a deep breath, her hand wrapping around the dildo once more. This time, as she brought it to her mouth, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Vicky's actual manhood. She thought of the smell of his cologne, the feel of his skin against her cheek, and the taste of his mouth when they had kissed in rehearsals. She began to suck and bob her head, her movements slow and sensual at first, then gradually increasing in tempo and intensity. Vicky, on the other hand, had always been a method actor, and he took Rohit's words to heart. He stared down at Kareena, his eyes glazed with lust. He didn't just see her as a co-star; he saw her as his personal escort for the night, someone who was there solely for his pleasure. He reached out and gripped her hair, guiding her movements as if he were truly lost in the moment. "Aaahh kya mast chusati hai re tu," he groaned, his voice gruff and needy. His grip tightened, urging her to take more, to push the boundaries of what she thought she could handle. "Aur le...chat mere lund ko...faster." Kareena's eyes watered as she tried to keep up with Vicky's demands, her jaw working tirelessly around the dildo. She knew she had to sell the scene, had to make it look like she was truly enjoying herself. "Mazaa aa raha hai na Sahab aapko?" she murmured, her voice thick with faux desire. "Apka lund chusne me bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe." Vicky's groans grew louder, more genuine, as Kareena's performance began to affect him. "Harder," he rasped, his hips bucking slightly. "Show me how much you love it." Kareena took the cue and increased her pace, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with renewed vigor. She could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she focused on the task at hand. Vicky's words were like a script she had to follow, and she was becoming more and more invested in her role. "Aur le," Vicky grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Chat zara aur." Kareena obeyed, her teeth grazing the base of the dildo as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft. The room was thick with the tension of the scene, the air heavy with the scent of lust and anticipation. The director's eyes were glued to the monitor, his expression a mix of concentration and satisfaction. "Cut!" Rohit's voice sliced through the silence like a knife. Kareena paused, the dildo still in her mouth, her eyes wide with confusion and a hint of embarrassment. She slowly pulled away, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Vicky, who was equally as surprised by the sudden interruption. The director's expression was a storm cloud of dissatisfaction. "The angle is not working," Rohit shouted, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Your cock and Kareena's dildo are not aligning. In some shots, it's clear as day." He pointed at the monitor, where the scene played out in high definition. Sure enough, the fake member and the prop she was using to simulate a blowjob were not matching up convincingly. The room remained still as the weight of his words settled over them. Kareena's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She had given it her all, had tried to be the seductress Rohit needed for this scene, but it wasn't enough. Vicky, equally flustered, looked down at his crotch and then back at Kareena, his own discomfort palpable. Rohit stormed over to the bed, his eyes never leaving the screen. "We can't have this," he said, his voice tight with agitation. "This is supposed to be a steamy, realistic scene. We need the audience to believe it's the real deal." He paused, tapping his foot impatiently. "We need to fix this. Now." The makeup artist, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense attitude, stepped forward, her eyes flicking from the monitor to Kareena's still-exposed dildo. "We can use some strategic angles," she offered. "And maybe a little more makeup to blend the dildo into the scene." Rohit nodded, his mind racing. "That might work," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But it's still not what I'm looking for." He paused, then a mischievous glint entered his eye. "What if we just...used the real thing?" The room collectively gasped. Kareena and Vicky exchanged glances, their eyes wide with shock. "You want us to...?" Kareena started, unable to complete her sentence. Rohit nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, Kareena. Vicky, I need you to be ready to perform without the prop. It's the only way we're going to make this look authentic." Vicky looked at Kareena, his eyes questioning. She could see the excitement in them, the thrill of the challenge. He was always up for pushing the envelope, and she knew that he didn't need much persuasion to go full frontal. "Are you okay with this, Kareena?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. Kareena's heart pounded in her chest. The thought of performing oral sex on Vicky on camera was daunting, but she was an actress, and she had signed up for this. She took a deep breath and nodded, her resolve firming. "If it's what the scene needs," she said, her voice steady. Vicky's eyes widened, his shock giving way to excitement. He looked down at his crotch and then back at Kareena, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm ready," he said, his voice full of confidence. The crew scurried around, making the necessary adjustments. The makeup artist gave Kareena a reassuring pat on the shoulder before whispering a few words of encouragement. The cameraman shifted his equipment, ensuring that every angle would be captured perfectly. The set felt like it was holding its breath, anticipating the raw intensity that was about to unfold . Kareena took a moment to compose herself, her hand shaking slightly as she reached for Vicky's zipper. Her heart was racing, but she knew that she had to give the performance of her life. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on the character she was playing—a sex worker eager to satisfy her client. With trembling fingers, she unzipped Vicky's pants, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. He was already hard, the anticipation of the scene making him throb with need. She paused for a second, then took his erection in her hand, feeling the heat and weight of it. Vicky sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, Kareena leaned in, her lips parting slightly. The camera zoomed in, capturing every moment as she brought her mouth closer to his cock. She knew that she had to make this look as real as possible, even though she wasn't going to actually perform the act. Her heart was racing, but she focused on the job at hand, her mind racing with the story she was telling. As her mouth hovered just above Vicky's erect penis, she paused, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. She could feel his excitement and the crew's anticipation in the tension that filled the room. This was it—the moment that would define her career. With a deep breath, she brought her hand up to cup his balls, her thumb gently stroking the base of his shaft. "Take it in your mouth, Kareena," Vicky urged, his voice thick with desire. Kareena hesitated, her eyes flickering over to Rohit. "We're not actually going to do it, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rohit's eyes never left the monitor. "It's just for the camera, Kareena," he assured her, his tone firm yet understanding. "You're not actually going to take it in your mouth. We'll get the motion down, and the editing will handle the rest." Vicky, however, was not so convinced. He had been expecting a real blowjob from the Bollywood superstar, his excitement now giving way to disappointment. "But," he protested, "it won't be the same. The audience will know." Rohit sighed, his eyes never leaving the screen. "It's the best we can do," he said, his voice firm. "We're not in the business of making porn, Vicky. We're telling a story." Vicky's shoulders slumped, his eyes darkening with disappointment. He had been so sure that today would be the day he would get to feel Kareena's lips wrapped around his cock, a fantasy that had played in his mind for years. The reality was a stark contrast to his imaginings, and he couldn't hide his dissatisfaction. "Fine," he grumbled, his voice laced with annoyance. Kareena, feeling the weight of the situation, took a moment to collect herself. She knew that she had to deliver a performance that would not only satisfy the director but also the millions of viewers who would be watching. She looked down at Vicky's erect cock in her hand, feeling the heat and the pulse of his desire. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her lips hovering just millimeters away from the tip. Vicky's thoughts were racing. He was so close to experiencing a fantasy he had harbored for years—Kareena Kapoor, the epitome of Bollywood beauty, on her knees in front of him, ready to take his cock into her mouth. He knew that they weren't actually going to do it, but the thought of it was driving him wild. He watched as she teased him, her eyes locked on his, her hand working him with a surprising amount of skill. A wild idea began to form in Vicky's mind. He knew that the scene would be edited, but what if they could make it look real enough that no one would know the difference? He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to be subtle, to make it seem like it was all part of the performance. He took a moment to appreciate the power dynamics at play—he was the one calling the shots here, and she was the one at his mercy. "Rohit," Vicky said, his voice filled with an urgency that he hoped sounded convincing. "You're right. We need to tell the story. But the audience will see my cock, they'll know she's not actually giving me a blowjob. It's like we're giving them half a scene." Rohit's eyes narrowed as he studied Vicky. He knew the actor was pushing his limits, but he also knew that Vicky was right. The scene needed to be as authentic as possible to truly resonate with their viewers. "I understand your concern," he said carefully. "But we have to work within the constraints we've set for ourselves." Vicky didn't miss a beat. "But what if we don't?" he asked, his voice laced with a daring challenge. "What if we just go for it?" Rohit's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but before he could respond, Vicky continued. "I mean, we're all adults here, and we're telling a story about adults. If we want the audience to truly feel the passion, the rawness of this scene, we need to show them what's really happening." He glanced at Kareena, her eyes still wide with shock. "What do you say, Kareena? Will you go all in?" Kareena felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She was torn between the thrill of the challenge and the fear of what it would mean for her image. She knew that if she did this, there would be no going back. She would be crossing a line that once crossed, could never be uncrossed. She looked at Vicky, then at Rohit, who was watching her with a mix of anticipation and respect. "I...I need a moment," she finally managed to say, her voice barely audible. Rohit nodded, his expression a mix of understanding and frustration. "Take your time," he said, his voice a little softer. "This is a big ask." The silence in the room was thick with tension as Kareena contemplated her decision. Her mind raced with thoughts of her career, her family, and the millions of fans who adored her. Could she risk it all for this one scene? For this one moment of raw, unfiltered art? "Look, Kareena," Rohit began, his voice soothing yet firm. "You've got this. This is an adult web series. It's not like your Bollywood career is going anywhere. In fact, this could be the thing that reignites it. Trust me, after this scene, you'll come back stronger than ever." He paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers. "And you know what's the best part?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll have me to thank for it. And I'll take my thanks in a very... special way." Kareena felt a jolt of surprise and something else—desire?—at his words. Rohit was hinting at something she hadn't even considered. Her eyes darted to Vicky, who was watching the exchange with a smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going on. The director's cocky confidence was infectious, and she found herself torn between the need to maintain her image and the thrill of the taboo. "We'll do it," she said finally, her voice firm. "But only if it's essential for the scene." Rohit's smirk grew wider, and he nodded. "It is," he assured her. "It's the only way we can truly capture the intensity of this moment." Kareena took a deep breath and leaned in, her lips parting. Vicky's cock was hot and hard in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. This was it. This was the moment that would either make or break her. She knew that if she didn't do this right, it would be obvious in the final cut. As she brought her mouth closer to Vicky's erection, he whispered, "Chal rand chus mera lund jaise ek lollypop," his voice low and filled with a teasing challenge. Kareena's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, her tongue flicking out to taste him. Vicky's groan was immediate, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he murmured, his hips lifting slightly. "Take it deeper, Kareena." He watched with hungry eyes as she took his entire length into her mouth, her throat working to accommodate him. He pushed forward, his cock sliding deeper, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth. The sight of Kareena Kapoor, the woman he had lusted after for years, willingly sucking him off was more than he could have ever imagined. Kareena's eyes watered as she fought the gag reflex, her mind racing with the reality of what she was doing. But she was an actress, and she knew that the scene required this level of commitment. She focused on the character, the desperate need to please her client, to make him feel like a king. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles tightening as she took him all in. Vicky's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. "You are my raand," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your duty is to suck my cock all day." Kareena's eyes widened as she felt his cock hit the back of her throat, the gag reflex threatening to overwhelm her. But she pushed through it, determined to give the performance of her life. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Vicky's breathing grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her struggle to take him all in. "Lick it," he demanded, his voice gruff. "Like it's your favorite ice cream, Kareena." Her eyes watering, Kareena did as she was told, her tongue darting out to lick the length of his shaft. She tasted the saltiness of his skin, the faint hint of sweat and arousal. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. She took a deep breath and focused on the scene, on the story they were telling. This was about desire and power, about two people playing out their darkest fantasies. "Yes, like that," Vicky encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all in." Kareena, lost in the scene, followed his commands, her hand cupping his balls as she bobbed her head in time with his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in his body, his legs trembling slightly as she worked him. The director's voice echoed in the background, giving them cues and direction, but all she could focus on was the man in front of her. The power she had over him in that moment was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of excitement that she had never experienced before. "Fuck, Kareena," Vicky moaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're doing it perfect." His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze pushing her to give him more. "You love sucking cock, don't you?" Kareena's heart was racing as she licked and sucked, her mind reeling from the realization that she was actually enjoying this. The taste of him, the feel of his manhood in her mouth, it was all so...dominant. So raw. So unlike anything she had ever done before. "Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock, taking it deeper, her eyes never leaving his. Vicky's eyes narrowed with pleasure as he watched her, the thrill of watching his fantasy come to life making him even harder. "Just like that," he groaned. "You're my little slut now, aren't you?" Kareena's cheeks flushed at his words, but she didn't stop. Instead, she took his cock out of her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as she looked up at him. "Is this what you want, Sahab?" she murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of challenge and need. "To treat me like this?" Vicky's eyes blazed with desire. "Yes," he hissed, his hand pushing her head back down. "You're my whore. Your only purpose is to make me cum." Kareena's heart raced as she took him back in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. The words stung, but she found them oddly arousing. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like an object of pure sexual desire. It was intoxicating, and she could feel the heat building between her legs. As she took him deeper, Vicky's grip on her hair tightened, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that she quickly matched with her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed and tightened with every stroke of her tongue. The sound of his moans filled her ears, egging her on, making her want to push him over the edge. Kareena's jaw began to ache, and she knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. The camera was rolling, capturing every moment of this intimate act, and she could feel the weight of their gazes on her. Yet she pushed through the exhaustion, her focus solely on Vicky and the scene. She had to make this look real, had to make the audience believe she was truly enjoying herself. With each thrust, Vicky's cock grew larger in her mouth, filling her completely. She could feel the head of his penis brushing against the back of her throat, and she knew that she was close to her limit. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her tongue working tirelessly as she tried to keep up with his pace. Vicky's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of lust and power. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her—on her knees, sucking his cock like a common slut. He could feel his orgasm building, the heat and tightness in his balls signaling that he was close. "Fuck, Kareena," he groaned, his voice tight with need. "You're going to make me cum." Kareena's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat straining around his girth. She felt used, objectified, but also strangely empowered. Vicky's words, though harsh, were a turn-on, pushing her to give him what he wanted. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Suddenly, Rohit's voice cut through the haze of passion. "Remember, Kareena," he called out. "Don't stop when he's close. Vicky, pull out and cum on her face." Kareena's eyes widened with shock, but she didn't protest. Instead, she doubled down on her efforts, her mouth moving faster and more vigorously over Vicky's cock. She knew that this was what Rohit wanted, what the scene needed. She could feel the heat building in Vicky's body, the tension coiling tightly in his muscles. "Fuck, Kareena," he groaned, his grip on her hair becoming almost painful. "I'm gonna cum." Kareena's eyes widened with anticipation as she felt Vicky's cock swell in her mouth. She knew the director's instructions and was ready for the climax of the scene, both literally and figuratively. She had never done anything like this before, but the thrill of the moment and the intense connection with Vicky's eyes kept her going. Vicky's hips bucked as he neared his peak, the sensations in his cock becoming too much to bear. He could feel the warmth building, his balls tightening, and the urge to release becoming irresistible. With a final groan, he pulled out, his cock glistening with Kareena's saliva. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement, her makeup slightly smeared from the exertion. "Do it," Rohit instructed, his voice sharp. "Cum on her face, Vicky. Give the audience what they want." Vicky's eyes never left Kareena's as he pulled out, his cock pulsing with the effort of holding back his orgasm. The power play was intoxicating, the knowledge that she was at his mercy. He took aim, his hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, and with a final, guttural groan, he released. Thick ropes of cum arced through the air, landing on Kareena's cheeks, her nose, and finally her mouth. Kareena's eyes widened with shock as the hot, sticky liquid painted her face. She had never experienced anything so raw, so degrading, yet so utterly thrilling. The taste was salty and bitter, coating her tongue and filling her mouth. Her heart raced as she realized that she had just been used for Vicky's pleasure, that she had allowed herself to be treated like a mere object. But even as the reality of the situation set in, she couldn't ignore the pulsing heat between her legs. The scene had ignited a fire in her that she hadn't felt in years. The power dynamics, the raw sexuality, it was all so...exciting. She looked up at Vicky, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction, and felt a strange sense of victory. "Cut!" Rohit's voice echoed through the silent set, breaking the spell that had fallen over them. The crew let out a collective sigh of relief, some of them averting their eyes from the explicit scene they had just witnessed. Kareena slowly got to her feet, her legs shaky from the intensity of the moment. Vicky's chest heaved as he zipped up his pants, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leaned down to whisper in Kareena's ear, "That was the hottest scene ever, Kareena. You've got them all craving for more." Kareena couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. Despite the initial shock and fear, she had pushed through, giving a performance that had left everyone on set stunned. She wiped the remnants of the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart still racing from the intensity of the scene. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "Well done, Kareena," Rohit said, his voice filled with satisfaction as he checked the playback on the monitor. "It was the hottest scene we've ever shot. When this hits the internet, everyone's going to be talking about it." Kareena couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words. Despite the initial embarrassment and fear, she had done it—she had taken Vicky's cock in her mouth and made it look like she was truly enjoying it. The thought of millions of people watching her, getting off to her performance, was a heady one. She wiped the last of the cum from her face with a tissue, her heart still racing. "And what about you, Rohit?" she asked, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "Is your...dick...also rising?" She couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth, but she felt a strange thrill at the bluntness of it. Rohit chuckled, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're quite the observant one," he said, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants. "It seems your performance has had an effect on all of us." Kareena felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as she took in Rohit's words. She had never seen him so...excited. "Does that mean you're happy with the scene?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Rohit nodded, his eyes still glued to the monitor. "Very happy," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's going to be a hit." He looked over at her, his gaze lingering on her cum-covered face. "But there's one more thing we need to do to make it perfect." Kareena's heart skipped a beat as she watched him approach, his pants tenting with his obvious arousal. "What's that?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. Rohit reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened cock. "It seems like your performance has had an effect on all of us," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But don't worry, I've got everything under control." He took a step closer to her, his cock bobbing slightly with each step. "Now, we need to make this scene truly authentic. Can you handle it?" Kareena's eyes widened as she stared at Rohit's erection. She had never seen a man so...ready before. The sight was both terrifying and exhilarating. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his shaft. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "I want you to finish what you started," Rohit said, his voice firm. "Take my cock in your mouth. Make me cum just like you did with Vicky."
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(23-09-2024, 10:39 AM)Chuland Wrote: Shal I continue the story ??? Write something on aishwarya rai Aishwarya Rai with her Co-star Vikram Aishwarya Rai with John Abraham Aishwarya Rai raveen Tandon and Akshay Kumar Aishwarya Rai with Arjun rampal Aishwarya rai dev patel Aishwarya fucked at cannes Aishwarya with ranveer at marriage party Aishwarya with ranbir Aishwarya compensate rajkumar for not intimating on-screen
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(25-09-2024, 02:44 AM)xossipfankareena Wrote: Write something on aishwarya raiSure bro...next story on Aish
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