13-02-2019, 01:42 PM
I demonstrated the joy of his kissing! With each moment, he was gaining in confidence and I was losing out. Mr. Pyaremohan was now in total control of my lips sucking my saliva very energetically. Concurrently, I could realize he was gradually sliding down positioning his crotch right over my choot! I was certainly getting feebler, both mentally and physically. Still I remembered the director’s instructions and continued to throw my legs in the air to show I was protesting. My petticoat being thoroughly wet was clinging to my feet and I was finding it rather difficult to throw my legs like that.
In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh!
Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement.
Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii!
I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body.
Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help!
Me: But… but….
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say.
The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation.
Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah!
Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter!
Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…!
I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation.
My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger.
Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit)
Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding!
Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast!
Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that!
Naturally I was boiling in anger.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem?
Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra…
My face was red in anger and shyness too!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it?
Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can…
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?
The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.
Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…
I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.
Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!
Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…
Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?
Pyaremohan: What?
Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!
The director shrugged proudly and continued.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.
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In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh!
Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement.
Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii!
I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body.
Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help!
Me: But… but….
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say.
The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation.
Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah!
Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter!
Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…!
I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation.
My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger.
Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit)
Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding!
Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast!
Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that!
Naturally I was boiling in anger.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem?
Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra…
My face was red in anger and shyness too!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it?
Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can…
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?
The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.
Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…
I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.
Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!
Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…
Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?
Pyaremohan: What?
Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!
The director shrugged proudly and continued.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.
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