Village girl Amala (Update : Apr 2)

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Fantastic

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Fantastic erotica. Bring back FLASHBACK OF GRANDPA AND HIS OLD FRIENDS ABUSED AMLA.

Secondly, in future writing remember:
ALL YOUR CHARACTERS NAMES MUST BE DIFFERENT,  NOT STARTING WITH SAME SYLLABLE, SAME THREE LETTERS NAME. IT DISYRAVTS YOUR STORY TO REMEMBER CHARACTERS NAMES. YOU MESSED UP ALL SIMILIAR NAMES. NEVER EVER GIVE SIMILAR NAMES. RULE OF LITERATURE:
KISHORE, ASHOK, ANIL, PAYAL, KAMLA, AMLA.
ALL THREE SYLLABLES.
Just a suggestion.  Your erotic story rocks.

Wow...some sane advice from doctor... I didn't even notice this and it makes a perfect sense... Will keep in mind next time..thanks bro

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After heavy fucking and aggressive treatment in front of every one, Anil collapsed on the sofa and trying to catch his breath but still his dick is not falling .. looking at the village girl Amala, he signed towards her to come and sit next to him.  Amala didn’t want to create a scene, she quietly went and sat next to him on sofa.  Pulling her by hair, he raises his voice “why did you shout at me when I was fucking the bitch Jaya ? are you trying to teach me the manners in my house ?”, asks Anil

Amala is expecting this humiliation and is ready for it but before that wanted to make her point clear again.

“Uncle.. you can fuck me if you want. Issue is not that.. but give respect to the girls.. we are not animals.. we are humans.. why do you old men always have this fantasy of fucking younger pussies ? don’t you guys have your wives to fuck ? or they have become dry and old ?”

Every one in the room is shocked.. Amala is known to be a mild mannered well behaved village girl but the way she is raising her voice is really shocking

“uncle .. before you ask why I am raising my voice, I need to narrate the traumatic incidents happened to me in my life when I was younger.. these stories are common in village, but how long should I cover it ? Should I not share it openly so that no one will ever try to do such things ? girls need respect uncle.. we may have beautiful bodies but we also have heart.. our feelings must be respected right ? what right you guys have to manipulate and take advantage of our innocence ? please listen to my story”

Amala started narrating the grandpa story.. the story that she told to her dad.. but only a part of it.  On a rainy day how I was abused and manipulated by the old man and his friend..

Continuing further …  (please read episode 21 before reading further  Episode 21)



Under the shower, I slid my fingers down between my pussy lips. Shit. It was so sore. I grabbed the shower head, placing it under my pussy, washing out whatever little bit of cum that might be in me. I was dead afraid of getting pregnant, that would mean the end of me.   The guilt I felt came from the fact that I had enjoyed the fucking I had received from my Grandpa. Nani would be heartbroken if she ever found out. I felt like crying again but I caught hold of myself, I prayed this was just a one-time thing. Perhaps Grandpa would let this incident go and we can move on like nothing ever happened.   I turned off the shower tap and slowly walked to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror.

My cheek was slightly swollen from where Grandpa had slapped me just now. I gargled my mouth, trying to wash away the taste of his cum. I relaxed a little, I think I just need to go home and sleep this off. I slowly exited the bathroom, making my way to the cupboard to put on some clothes. I found an old pair of loose shorts and a tight t-shirt. Seeing as my inner wear was still drying, I just slipped these on temporarily and looked at myself in the mirror again. My nipples were poking out from the fabric.   I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the living room, Grandpa was sitting on the 3-seater couch in the hall. In front of him was a little table and 2 single seater rattan chairs. I kept quiet, making my way to the kitchen to have my meal. I could feel Grandpa’s eyes watching my every move as I avoided looking at his face.   I grabbed the plate and sat at the living room table to eat.

My mind still flooded with images of what just took place half an hour ago.   “Mohan Ji?”, I heard a voice call out from the porch.  “Mohan! Come in come in.”  The living room wall was blocking my view of the main entrance. I remained at my seat, completing my meal. I could hear heavy rain drops hitting the ceramic tiled roof as it slowly started to pour again.   “Don’t stand in the rain Mohan. Come inside.”  “Thank you, Mohan Ji.”, I heard the gruff voice reply. Much clearer now as the man had entered the hall and shut the door behind him. I went to the kitchen to clear my plate and wash up, I noticed Grandpa still hasn’t touched his meal.   Muffled voices came from the hall as I heard the man chatting away with Grandpa like they were old friends.   “Amala dear ...”, I heard Grandpa call out, “Dear… come here …”.  I really wasn’t in the mood to meet anybody, especially after the hard fucking I had just received. I just wanted to go into the guest room and be by myself. But I was afraid of Grandpa and what he might do to me.  

I casually made my way from the kitchen to the hall. I saw a big figure seated on one of the rattan chairs opposite Grandpa. He slowly came into view as I got closer. I stood beside Grandpa, looking at this Mr Mohan for the first time. He was a hefty man, even seated, you could tell he was about 6 feet tall, dark close to black skin tone, a massive protruding stomach sticking out from his neatly pressed formal shirt. He looked to be in his early 50’s, had on a thick gold chain and shiny gold rings with various precious stones on a few fingers. His thick grayish hair slime backwards with a lot of hair product and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man looked like a gangster, I thought to myself  “Meet my friend Mohan.”, Grandpa said, his opened his arms, acknowledging me to hello to his friend. Mr Mohan stood up, slowly lifting his big frame and reached out his right hand to me.  

“Hi Uncle.”, I said, my face expressionless.   “Who is this beautiful young girl, Venkayya Ji?”, Mr Mohan inquired as I shook his hand. He held my hand for a little while, his thumb gently caressing the skin on the back of my hand. I saw his eye taking a quick glance at my protruding nipples over the tight shirt. He smelled of baby oil and cheap perfume.  “This is Amala. She is my wife’s brother’s granddaughter, Mohan”, Grandpa replied.   “I see ...”, he let go of my hand and sat back on the chair, his eyes moving from my nipples down to my exposed thighs.    “I used to work with Mohan here at the estate. He has now made it big in the city. A big-time producer and director.”, Grandpa said with pride.    “No…No…Venkayya Ji ...”, Mr Mohan said, laughing slightly. “I rarely produce nowadays Venkayya Ji. I am more focused on finding new… umm… talent.”, his eyes locked on to mine.   “What does that mean?”, Grandpa inquired, a little bit of curiosity in his voice.  

“The company I manage locate new young talents to star in our movies. Some of these people will start with modelling, maybe a few smaller roles in some movies … some even continue on to be stars in their own right. We manage them exclusively.”  “Interesting … Tell me more about this Mohan …”, Grandpa was leaning forward now. “Amala, bring some drinks for Mohan.”  Sigh. I honestly didn’t care about what this Mr Mohan did, but Grandpa seemed to be very interested. I just wanted to go home but it had started raining hard again. Seeing as my parents knew I was at Nani’s house, there was no urgency to come pick me up. Nani was probably stuck at her get together as well, unable to come home. I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of cold mango juice from the fridge, pouring it into two cups for the two men. I could hear more laughter coming from the hall.   I walked back into the hall, this time holding a little tray with the cups in it. I gently placed the cups on the table in the middle of Grandpa and Mr Mohan. I could feel Mr Mohan’s eyes looking at my thighs and legs. What a creep. I was just about to turn around and walk back into the living room.  “Have a seat here, Dear.”, I heard Grandpa’s voice behind me.


I turned around and saw Grandpa looking up at me, his hand tapping his right leg. He wanted me to sit on his lap. I glanced at Mr Mohan, his eyes were watching every move I made with a lot of interest.   I kept quiet, slowly getting in between Grandpa’s legs sitting down on his right leg, my thighs in Mr Mohan’s direct line of sight. Grandpa wrapped his right arm around my waist, sliding his hand under my shirt and placing it on my stomach. He was very daring in front of this man. I avoided looking at Mr Mohan, slightly embarrassed by my current position. I heard Mr Mohan take a sip from the cup.   “Go on Mohan …”, Grandpa said. I could feel his finger touching my belly button, gently caressing my tummy.   “Yes Venkayya Ji. As I was saying, we usually head to the outskirts to look for young potential talents for our industry.”, I looked at him, his eyes focused on Grandpa’s hand under my shirt, the right hand still holding the cup. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Once we find them, we usually take them to the city to find work, usually smaller roles in any small-scale productions. Some get the opportunity to be the main star for up-and-coming directors.”  



Grandpa placed his left hand on my left knee, the palm of his right hand still placed on my stomach under my shirt. “Do you look for girls or boys usually?”  “Both. I personally prefer hunting female talent.”, Mr Mohan chuckled a little.   “I’m sure you do, Mohan.”, Grandpa laughed along with him. “When you do find a particular person that you like, what is the process usually?”, Grandpa continued the line of questioning in regards to Mr Mohan’s job.   Mr Mohan placed the cup back down on the table, using his left hand to slick his hair back over his round face. “When we find a potential candidate, we will conduct a basic interview and have them model some clothes. Once completed, we will send their information and pictures back to the main office.”  I felt Grandpa’s left hand move down my left thigh, his fingers dangerously close to the opening of my shorts. I tried to move my legs closer together but he pinched my thigh, I barely stopped myself from shouting out in surprise as I felt the sudden jolt of pain. Thank God my other leg was blocking Grandpa’s left hand from Mr Mohan’s sight, but I was pretty sure he knew. From this angle he could make out Grandpa’s hand moving between my legs but could not see where to.   “What type of clothes do they model?”, Grandpa asked.   “Hold on Venkayya Ji. Let me show you.”, Mr Mohan said, adjusting himself to pull his phone out of his pocket. I heard his screen unlock as he intensely scrolled through his gallery. He reached out with his right hand, handing the phone over to Grandpa. “Just keep scrolling the album, Venkayya Ji.”  Grandpa took his left hand off my thigh, taking the phone from Mr Mohan.



He placed it on his left knee, his fingers slowly swiping through the pictures. Out of curiosity, I looked down. Girls looking to be around my age, sensually posing in various little clothing they had on their body. Some were wearing miniskirts and tight-fitting tops. As Grandpa kept scrolling, the pictures were getting lewder. Some girls were wearing bikini’s or sexy under garments. Grandpa stopped at one picture, a girl was topless, her hands covering her nipples with her legs spread, her thin panties barely covering her pussy. She had a sexy expression on her face, as in inviting the person looking at this picture to sexually ravage her body.   I knew Mr Mohan was looking at my face, trying to judge my expression.   “Very nice.”, Grandpa said, handing the phone back to Mr Mohan. He smiled in appreciation.   Grandpa’s right thumb was now directly placed below my under boob, gently pushing the meat on my breasts upwards, making them dance under my shirt.  



“What do you think of Amala?”, he asked, smiling casually, “Does she have any potential?”. Grandpa started to shake his right leg, making my tits jiggle and bounce under my shirt. Mr Mohan was looking at my nipples dance.   “She is indeed very beautiful …”, Mr Mohan said, “… but it goes way beyond the face, we need to look at her body stats, skin complexion. We tend to avoid individuals with any permanent scarring or damage to the skin.”  “No … no… her body is perfect … isn’t it dear?”, Grandpa asked, looking at me, embarrassing me in front of this man. I kept quiet, my eyes staring down at the floor. “Maybe you can take a proper look at her Mohan? See if she is capable of being a candidate in your agency. The money could be useful to us.”  “Sure Venkayya Ji.”, Mr Mohan’s eyes perked up at the opportunity. He had been trying very hard not to look at Grandpa’s hands under my shirt all this while. He looked at me, a little smile on his face. “Come here, dear.”   “Go, Dear”, Grandpa slowly moved his right hand out of my shirt, gently tapping my bottoms as I stood up, making my butt cheeks jiggle under my shorts. I walked around the table and stood beside Mr Mohan.



He reached out and grabbed my hand adjusting my body to stand directly in front of him. Grandpa was getting a good view of my ass from behind.   “I am going to take a look at your skin, dear.”, Mr Mohan said, his eyes now looking up at my hard nipples through the shirt.   Mr Mohan held started to run his fingers from my shoulders, along the length of my right arm down to my hand, gently squeezing the flesh on my under arm as he touched me. He was nodding a little to himself, taking mental notes of my body. He repeated the process on my left arm, gently pinching and feeling the smoothness of my young skin.   He slowly released my arm, letting it dangle freely by my sides. Mr Mohan looked up at my face, looking into my eyes as he placed both hands on my shoulders. He was big enough to reach me even though he was still seated. I could feel his hands gently squeeze my shoulders as he traced his fingers down my neckline over the shirt.

He ran his fingers down towards my breasts, stopping just where the fleshy meat started. “Hmmm…very nice structure…”, he said to himself. I could not see Grandpa’s face as he was behind me.   Mr Mohan removed his hands from my chest and put them on my hips. He gripped the sides on my shirt, very slowly lifting it up.   Oh no. Was he going to pull it off.   He rolled the shirt up, tucking it just under my breasts. My entire midriff was exposed to this complete stranger. This was getting a little too much, I was wondering why Grandpa was not stopping him. Mr Mohan placed both his hands on my hips. “Beautiful skin colour, nice tone …”, he mumbled to himself. Holding my hip tightly with his left hand, he used his right hand to touch my stomach, covering the belly button. “Perfect flat stomach…”, he continued.  



I could feel my breaths getting heavier having this man’s hands on my body. My chest was rising and dropping, nipples sticking out hard. I’m sure Mr Mohan noticed this as well. His right index finger gently doing circles around my belly button. “Such smooth skin…”, he whispered. His finger slowly started to slide downwards. My back was covering all his actions from Grandpa, but I’m sure he knew his friend was taking every opportunity to touch me. The tip of the index finger went into my shorts.   Shit. I gulped.   Mr Mohan was staring at my navel as he very slowly pulled my shorts downwards with the finger.   Was he going to strip me in front of Grandpa? No way. My mind was racing, a little gasp escaped my mouth.   He pulled my shorts down exposing my entire clean shaven pubic mound, stopping just before reaching my pussy. “Hmmm… the skin gets darker as it goes lower…”, he mumbled to himself again.

“Nice to see that you keep it shaved, dear.”, he said, looking up at me with a grin on his face. I looked up to the ceiling, avoiding his eyes. The entire length of my body from just below my breasts to my pubic area just above my pussy lips were exposed to him now.   Tap! He let go of my shorts and let the garters hit my skin as it went back into its original place, pulling my shirt back down. “Turn around, dear.”, he said, twirling me around. I could finally look at Grandpa. He was sitting back on the couch, his legs crossed with a wide smile on his face looking at Mr Mohan touch me.   I felt Mr Mohan’s hands on my legs, feeling the skin on my calf, slowly making his way up to my thighs. Each hand on both my thighs, he was pinching and gently squeezing the meat. Both his hands were working my inner legs and thighs. “Very smooth beautiful legs…”, I heard him say behind me.  

Oh my god. This was so humiliating, having this random stranger fondle and touch my skin. I kept my mouth shut and looked straight. Grandpa remained in his position. “What do you think, Mohan?”, Grandpa asked, still smiling.   Mr Mohan hands were still on my thighs, caressing the smooth flesh. “Very nice, Venkayya Ji”, he replied from behind me. I could hear the lust in his voice, I know he wanted to fuck me really bad but Grandpa being there was holding him back.   My body jerked up suddenly as both his hands suddenly entered my shorts from the gaps on my legs. I felt both Mr Mohan’s hands on my ass cheeks, gripping it firmly. I let out a big gasp as his sudden action took me by surprise. “Fantastic ass…”. His thumbs were buried under my butt line, all his fingers roaming around the juicy ass meat. He squeezed hard again, holding my entire ass in his hands and started to jiggle the meat. “Hmmmm…. very firm….”, he whispered, letting out a little sigh.  

He continued kneading my ass for a while then let go, taking his hands out from under my shorts. I felt humiliated, having this stranger’s hands roam my body freely. Mr Mohan tapped my ass, watching the meat move and jiggle a little bit. “Go have a seat, dear.”, he said to me.   I slowly made my way around the table again and sat at the other end of the couch. Away from Grandpa at the other end, looking down at my legs. I did not want to look at either man in the face.   “I think she has a lot of potential to go far in this business, Venkayya Ji.”, Mr Mohan sneered at my direction.   “That’s good to hear….”  “I would actually like to take some pictures of her... you know… to send back to the agency. I think we may be able to immediately find work for her once she is done with her studies.”  

“Fantastic Mohan. Can you do it here?”  I saw his face drop a bit. He probably wanted to do it alone with me so he could take the opportunity to touch me without Grandpa around. “Yes… yes of course.”, he said looking around the house. “That can be done. I will need some time to prepare the clothes for her to model as well…”.   “How does next Saturday morning sound?”, Grandpa asked. I knew why he chose that day. Nani was going for a wedding in the village next door. She was going to be away for the entire weekend. Fuck. I didn’t have a say in this situation, the choice was made for me by Grandpa.  “Sounds great, Mohan Ji.” 

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Kamala

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hot update

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I woke up drenched in sweat. The week had just flown by like a breeze. I looked at the clock, it was 9 AM that Saturday morning. With a heavy feeling in my heart, I slowly slid off my bed and headed into the shower.   “Make sure you be here on time, you little slut. Follow everything Mohan tells you to do or I will take you to the slums to get fucked by every man there.”, Grandpa held my arm as he whispered this to me before I left for home that rainy night. “Keep your pussy shaved.”, he smiled slyly at me. The words kept echoing in my head. I was still in disbelieve on what had taken place that night.   15 minutes later, I exited the shower, wiping myself as I looked down at my freshly shaven pussy and legs. Grabbing my track pants and a fresh t-shirt from the closet, I silently prayed that Grandpa would not allow Mr Mohan to take advantage of me. I had told my parents I will be meeting up with Smitha at the mall close by to watch a movie.   I slowly started walking towards the direction of Nani’s house, trying to maximize the time it took to reach the little single-story house.

The area around the house was particularly quiet as all the neighbouring houses were distanced very far apart, fields and little farms were spread in between the area. Chickens and cows roamed around freely without a care in the world.    “Amala Dear!”, Grandpa said out loud, looking at my face as I pushed the outside gate open to their little garden. Grandpa was standing outside wearing his old worn-out shirt and a white dhoti, a little cup in his hand, a wide smile on his face.   “Hi Grandpa”, I said softly, looking down at my feet. I did not want to look at him.   He placed his arms around me, the fingers gently massaging my shoulders. “I hope you are excited for today…”, he said as he slowly guided me into the hall. Looks like Nani has already left to the village next door for her event. I was praying she had decided to stay back as I let out a little sigh.    “Yes…yes…Grandpa.”, I lied.  Mr Mohan was already there.

The big man was in slacks and a tight polo shirt, his big stomach was sticking out as he adjusted the camcorder on a tripod. The camcorder was facing the 3-seater couch in the hall. I noticed Mr Mohan didn’t have his rings on today but the heavy gold chain still swung freely from around his neck. He turned around and took a long look at me, a slight look of disappointment came across his face as he saw I had long pants on. “Good morning, dear”, he adjusted his face into a smile, wishing me cheerily.   “Morning uncle.”, I said softly, looking at the tripod he was setting up. On the table in front of him was a small digital camera, against the wall close to the entrance to the living room, two small luggage bags were placed on top of one another, presumably with the clothes he wanted me to model for him.  

Mr Mohan stood up, facing me, his stomach inches away from my breasts. He pushed the loose strands of hair back behind my ear, the feeling of his touch making me uneasy. “Are you ready for today?”  “Yes.”, I said softly, lying again. In truth I just wanted to go home and be away from these two. I know Grandpa was watching me from behind.   “We will start with a short video interview.”, he continued, his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing it. “If you are ready, you can have a seat first.”, he pointed to the couch. Then looked back at me, adjusting my hair slightly. I moved around the table and sat in the middle of the couch, looking at the camcorder, wondering what sort of interview this was going to be.   Mr Mohan sat down on the rattan chair, his eyes looking at the little pop out screen. Grandpa stood behind him, still holding his cup, looking at me, his face grim. I could feel his eyes warning me not to cause a scene.  



“Lean back … cross your legs.”, Mr Mohan said, his eyes still on the camcorder screen.   I shifted my body, placing my right leg over my left knee.   “We will start now.”, he said curtly, as he pressed the record button. He took a piece of paper from the table, and started to ask me some basic questions. Name. Age. Where I lived. What courses I intended to pursue in the future. My dreams and aspirations.   Everything seems normal. The questions nothing out of the ordinary.   Mr Mohan stopped for a second, looking at me, a little smile on his face.   “How big are your breasts?”  “Sorry?...”, I was a bit taken aback by his question.   “”Your breasts. What size?”. I saw standing Grandpa behind him, looking at me.  “Uhmm… 36 …. 36 C.”, I looked down.  “Keep your eyes on the camcorder.”, he said in a serious tone. “Nipple colour?”  What the hell.   “Hmm…. Dark brown…”, I replied.  “Do you masturbate?”  My eyes widened.

Were these questions on the list, I wondered. “Urm… yes… yes I do…”  “How often?”, Mr Mohan was looking at the little camcorder screen, looking at the discomfort on my face from his line of questions. Grandpa stood there motionless.   “2.. or 3 times… a week”, I answered truthfully. Feeling a little shy.   “Focus on the camcorder. Do you use any toys?”  “Toys?”  “Dildo? Vibrator?”, I saw a creepy smile on Mr Mohan’s face.   “Uh.. no.. no toys”. Of course I didn’t have any toys. I didn’t even know where to buy any of these. The risk of buying anything online and being delivered to my conservative home was too big of a chance that I was not willing to take.   “Are you a virgin?”  “What?! Are these questions really necessary?”, I blurted out.  “Answer him.”, Grandpa said, his eyes locking into mine, his lips a thin line with no expression.   “Er… no… I am not.”, I said, looking down. How could I tell him that the first cock to enter me was Grandpa’s.

The memory came flooding back into my brain.   “Ok. That’s great.” Mr Mohan said, pressing a button on the camcorder. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, chuckling to himself. “Venkayya  Ji, can we get her to change so we can start with the photoshoot?”  “Of course, Mohan. Do what you need to do.”, Grandpa replied him, a little smile on his face. 


Mr Mohan stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing.   “What will she be wearing, Mohan?”. I heard Grandpa ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera.   “We will start with something simple, Mohan Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, dear.”  I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Mohan, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Mohan had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing.   I took the clothes from Mr Mohan and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror.



The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.  I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Grandpa and Mr Mohan. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Grandpa was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Mohan standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch.   “How does it fit, dear?”, Mr Mohan asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest.   “The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him.   “Let me see.”  I came a little closer to him. Mr Mohan put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin.

“Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Grandpa as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, dear”, he said. Grandpa was watching everything from his chair.   I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Mohan looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Grandpa.   “That’s good, Mohan.”, Grandpa replied, smiling at us.   “Pose as you were just now, dear.”  I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click.   “Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly.  



“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Mohan looked up at me from the camera   I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands.   “Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”  I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.  “Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click.   Grandpa’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile.   “Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”  I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men.   “Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”.

I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Mohan said.   *Click. *Click.   “I know what would help.”, Grandpa spoke out suddenly. Mr Mohan stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Grandpa. “Come here, Dear.”  Shit. What did Grandpa want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle.   Mr Mohan was watching Grandpa’s every move. Grandpa slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Mohan?”  “Venkayya Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Mohan readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, dear.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh.

I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit.   “Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Grandpa’s idea. Mr Mohan had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting.   “What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him.   “Follow what Mohan says Dear. He knows what would work.”, Grandpa said, his sentence more of a command than a statement.   I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Mohan, who had his mouth slightly open.  



“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK dear. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Grandpa hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest.   I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Mohan and Grandpa could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.  “That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.    Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.

“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Mohan said. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock over his pants with his left hand. I quickly slid my top back down and pulled the jeans up, zipping it but leaving the buckle open to breathe. Finally, it’s over. I stood up, waiting for Mr Mohan to tell what to do next. He placed the camera down on the table, walking slowly back to the suit case.   I followed him closely behind, avoiding Grandpa’s eyes. Mr Mohan squatted down over the bag, his big tummy squishing into his knees. He slowly pulled out 3 items of clothing, handing them to me. Without looking, I quickly grabbed it off his hands and made my way back into the guest room to change.  

My heart was beating fast as I pulled the top and jeans off my body. I quickly laid down the new batch of clothes on the bed to look at what I was dealing with. A lacy off-white silk sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt and white lacy panties. I slipped the top over me, the two thin straps barely hanging on over my shoulders, the cloth was hanging off my bra, opening a big gap between my skin and the top. My flat tummy and belly button was visible to the world.    I removed my black panties, laying it down on the bed and took a proper look at the white lacy panties Mr Mohan had given to me. Fuck. It was pretty much see through, with little gaps in between the lace. I sat down on the bed, slipping the panties up over my legs and pulled it up.   My dark pussy lips were pretty much visible over the thin skimpy lace, bits of the puffy meat were obvious, peeking out through the small gaps between the fabric. My inner lips were squished together tightly in between my slit. I let out a small sigh, and pulled the black miniskirt up. I stood up again, looking at myself in the mirror.

The miniskirt was barely even covering the panties let alone my thighs.   Mr Mohan had chosen this selection of clothes very wisely, ensuring a lot of my skin was exposed to him. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the living room. Both of them were still in the hall. I slowly walked in, both my hands pulling the mini skirt down to, trying to cover the see-through panties.   Both eyes were on me. A sly smile on Mr Mohan’s face. Grandpa stood up, walking slowly towards me.   “Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”  “Grandpa… no … it will be too vulgar. Especially in pictures.”, I pleaded to him.   “It’s fine. The pictures are not going to be made public.”. I saw Mr Mohan nod his head in agreement. I turned around, wanting to walk back to the room. The bottom part of my butt cheeks was pretty much visible to them. “No …you can take it off here. It’s fine.”, he continued.    My face sunk. With my back facing them, I pulled the top off over me. Holding it with one hand, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it fall down to my feet. I quickly put the top back over my shoulders to cover my breasts.  



“Turn around.”, I heard Grandpa say.  I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Grandpa looked down at my breasts and smiled. “Perfect. You need to be sexy for this shoot. You want to be a star, don’t you?”  “Yes… yes… Grandpa.”, I said softly. He bent down to pick up my bra, putting it back on the table then sitting back down on the rattan chair. Mr Mohan was on the other chair beside him, in front of the camcorder.   “Are the clothes, ok? Do they fit you well?”, he asked, knowing very well it did not fit me well.  “Yes, uncle.”. I kept my eyes down on my feet.    “Mohan, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Grandpa ask Mr Mohan.   “Yes Mohan Ji. We can still use this space. I thought perhaps the next one we can do it in the garden, some natural light would be good for the next outfit.”  Fuck. There are more outfits. It can’t get worse than this, I thought to myself.   “Come here, dear.”, Mr Mohan said, his eyes locked on my hard nipples protruding out of the silk top. “Let me adjust the skirt to fit you better.”  He just wanted to touch me. The bastard.  

I came forward and stood in front of him. From his seated position, he had a great view of my stomach, the gap from the silk top showing me under boobs.   “Maybe the skirt needs to be a little bit higher, what do you think, Venkayya Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin.   “I agree, Mohan.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me.   Mr Mohan took his hand off my thigh, placing them on the sides of the skirts, pulling them up higher, just below my belly button. My panties slowly came to his view.   “This is perfect, dear”, Mr Mohan’s eyes were ravishing my pussy, he stared on, taking in every detail of the fat puffy lips sticking out from in between the lacy gaps. “You look absolutely stunning.”, he said softly, his hands still on my hips.   He looked up under the top, taking in the view of my breasts hanging freely. “Absolutely gorgeous.”, he commented again. “My agency will be very excited to have her with us.”, he said, winking slightly at me.    



“I’m very happy you think so, Mohan.”, Grandpa said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Amala Dear.”, he asked me sweetly.   ‘’Yes Grandpa.”, I rolled my eyes.   “Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Mohan said, he let go of my hips and stood up, handing me a pair of thin framed glasses. “It has no power on it. Wear it to complete the look.”  I took it from him, placing it over my nose. I’ve never worn glasses before. He reached and pressed a button on the camcorder, aiming it towards me. “I will take a video as well as pictures for this shoot, ma.”  He then picked up the camera. “Squat down with one knee on the floor, your legs spread…”. I got down, following the pose he instructed. He wanted some upskirt shots of my panties. *Click. *Click.   “Put your right hand over your pussy, dear.”, he said slyly, using the vulgar term to judge my reaction. I kept a straight face. “Cover it and act like you’re shy.” *Click. *Click.   “Fantastic. Stand up.”, I slowly got up. Mr Mohan came towards me, adjusting the skirt by pulling it up a little bit to show off the lacy panties again. “Spread your legs a little bit…. Good. Good. Hand holding your hips.” *Click.  

“Maybe show a bit of your breasts, dear?”, Grandpa asked, looking at my hard nipples.   “Yes, Venkayya Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Mohan readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”  I slowly pulled my top up as the under boob of my breasts came into view, stopping just below my nipple. *Click. *Click. I heard the camera constantly taking pictures of every movement I made.  “No.No. Not like that.”, Grandpa stood up. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the silky top and pulling it up to my shoulders. *Click. *Click. For a few seconds, my breasts were exposed to the both of them, my hard nipples sticking out at attention. I reacted by immediately covering them with my hands.   “Grandpa…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Mohan to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest.   “This pose is perfect.”, Mr Mohan said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”  “Follow his instructions.”, Grandpa commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine.




He stood behind Mr Mohan, looking at the photo’s that he had taken on the little screen. I slowly pushed my breasts together making sure my nipples were covered, offering it to the camera. *Click. *Click. “Good, keep looking at the camera.” *Click. *Click.    “Fantastic shot, Mohan.”, Grandpa’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body.   “Thank you, Mohan Ji. One more pose, dear.”, I could see the tent on Mr Mohan’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Grandpa noticed his actions and choose to ignore it. The man had a raging hard on watching me pose to his instructions.   “Get on the couch again, face the wall.” I quickly pulled my top back down, my tits jiggling as I adjusted the top as best I could.

The feeling of silk brushing against my hard nipples felt really good. I slowly got on the couch; my back was facing them as I stared at the wall in front of me.   “OK. Bend your body lower, stick your butt out towards the camera.”  Fuck. Seriously?  I slowly arched my back, sticking my ass out towards them. I could feel the miniskirt slowly rising to show my bare bottoms to the room. The lace panties barely covering my pussy. Both the men stood there looking at me. The miniskirt stopped halfway, so the bottom part of my ass was exposed. I adjusted my legs so my thighs were closer together, squishing my pussy lips, the puffy meat struggling to escape in between the gaps of the lacy panties.   “Beautiful. This pose is perfect.”. Click* Click* Click*, the camera went off again, constantly clicking.

Mr Mohan came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, dear. The panties work wonders against the dark skin down there.”. I could feel his face very close to my bum, adjusting the barrel of the camera, taking more pictures. “I’m happy to see you had shaved again.”, he chuckled softly. I kept quiet, my head spinning from his comments about my body. I buried my face in my hands, my back arched, ass still sticking out towards the camera.   “Yes. It looks so smooth.”, Grandpa commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Grandpa sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Mohan?”.  “Yes, Venkayya Ji. Absolutely gorgeous.”, he had stopped taking photos, holding his camera with one hand, the other resting on his belly. His pants struggling to hold his cock in place.   Grandpa slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt.  

“Grandpa..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Mohan.   “Shhh…don’t worry Dear. I’m doing this for your own good.”, he said softly as his hands slowly began to roam around by butt cheeks. “Any more pictures in this outfit, Mohan?”  “No…no Venkayya Ji.”, I heard Mr Mohan say from behind me. He was watching Grandpa’s hands casually rub every part of my ass, over the skirt and under. “We can actually already change outfits…”  “Hmmmm…. I really like this look on her.”, Grandpa commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Mohan?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Mohan. Grandpa continued to sit beside me, gently squeezing my ass meat, slapping the under side of my butt, making my ass shake. I just remembered all this was also being captured on video. *Click. *Click. Mr Mohan continued taking photos. This time with Grandpa’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.

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I felt Grandpa’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Grandpa touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.  “What do you think of this, Mohan?”, Grandpa asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Mohan’s face.   “It’s amazing, Venkayya Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him.

“Hold this pose, Venkayya Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click.   “Is this ok, Mohan?”, Grandpa slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip.   “Grandpa… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Grandpa’s fingers tease me.   *Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Venkayya Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented.   Grandpa’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside.   Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms.   My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Mohan as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Grandpa pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room.

I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Mohan’s face.   *Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Mohan gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.  Grandpa’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub.   “Look at her Mohan, she’s so wet…”, Grandpa chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris.   “Grandpa…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy.
“Grandpa…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans.   I felt Grandpa’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Mohan. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on.   “Feel how soft her pussy is Mohan.”, Grandpa said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.   Mr Mohan held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Grandpa let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Mohan his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move.

I felt Mr Mohan’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin.   “Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’  “Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy.   Mr Mohan took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard.   I glanced at Grandpa from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Mohan fondle me.   *Click . *Click.   Mr Mohan took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch.

I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Grandpa was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Mohan’s hand.   Mr Mohan slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.  “Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me.   “Fuck… she is so tight, Venkayya Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore.   “Take your top off, Dear.”, Grandpa said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger.  

Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Grandpa grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left.   “Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Mohan’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard,   “I think that’s enough Mohan. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”  Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Grandpa stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Mohan’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch.

Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them.   *Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,dear.”  Mr Mohan went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it.   “I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Mohan said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”  Shit.


Mr Mohan placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, dear.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Grandpa and Mr Mohan. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.   “Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Mohan stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Grandpa and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want.   Grandpa remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Mohan slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini.

He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini.   I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it.   “It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face.   I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides.   Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house.



My mind was racing with so many thoughts.   “Turn around, dear,” Mr Mohan said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Grandpa who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Mohan. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini.   I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass.   Grandpa stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”  The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Mohan, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Venkayya Ji.”, he stammered.

“I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me.   Grandpa placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.  “Yes, Grandpa.” I lied, looking down at his hand.   “Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Mohan asked. Grandpa let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide.   Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks.   “No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Mohan.   “Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face.

He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Grandpa went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day.   Mr Mohan looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Grandpa was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled.   I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me.

“Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok dear, let’s go.”  I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Mohan’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Grandpa was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in.   “Wonderful. She looks great Mohan.”  “Thank you, Venkayya Ji”,   “Come here, Dear.”  I slowly walked towards Grandpa. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit.



My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.  “Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork.   “Stand beside your Grandpa, ma”, I heard Mr Mohan from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Grandpa wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Mohan held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me.   “Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass.   “I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”  I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand.   “Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”  I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click.   “Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”  I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click  “Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”  “What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”  “There is no one here.”, he said softly.

“It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Grandpa. I looked up at the swing, Grandpa had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.  Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Mohan.   “Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.  I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us.   “Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said.  

An old face was looking at us from over the wall.  From his view, he could see Mr Mohan squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.   “Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.   “Morning Mohan. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.  


“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan replied. I could see his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.   “Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.   “She is going to become a model.”, Mr Mohan said, letting out a little laugh.   “Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”  Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.   “Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Mohan stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.   “It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”  Mr Mohan’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head.

“Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”  I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Mohan ignored me. I looked at Grandpa, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.    He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Mohan, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.   The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Mohan had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.  “Show him your bikini, dear.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him.

I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.   “Bikini?”, the villager said out loud.  “Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”  “Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.   “Take your hands off your body, dear.”, Mr Mohan said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”  “Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.   “Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”  With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit.



I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.  “Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Mohan said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.   The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”  “I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Mohan replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.   “This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.  “Bikini. Yes?”  “Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.   “Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Mohan said cheekily. “Feel it.”  Wait. What. Is he kidding?  The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Mohan was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.  

The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.   “The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.   The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.   “Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr



Mohan was busy beside us taking every shot.   The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.   From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.  

The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.  *Click. *Click. “Dear, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Mohan asked.  I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.   The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.   “Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Suck his old cock.”, Mr Mohan stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.  



I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.   I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Mohan was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.  

I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.   The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Mohan walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.   The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, dear.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.     “Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Mohan asked, looking at him.  ”Fantastic Mohan. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Mohan.

Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Grandpa, now Mr Mohan were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.   “Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Mohan commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.   As we got closer, we saw Grandpa standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Dear?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.  

[Ajay Kailash]

How are you writing 4 stories same time with great pics and gifs. You are amazing

[NityaSakti]

The close up gifs are driving me crazy.