13-02-2019, 01:46 PM
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, see I will have to edit the actual intercourse for obvious reasons… and by no means I can show you naked… so a major part will have to be deleted from the reel… but to complete the ad I definitely need the climax where the hero makes the entry wearing our brand of undies rescuing you.
Me: Oh! I completely forgot that…
Mr. Mangeskar: Quite natural!
We all smiled and naturally I had a tinge of redness covering my face. Though I was quite exhausted, but since I was pretty much satisfied by the fuck my mind was very joyous and so I readily agreed to shoot the last part to conclude the ad.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, would you like to wash first?
Me: Ye… yes… of course!
Mr. Mangeskar: Please use the toilet then, but quickly.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Madam, your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.
Me: Oooooh yes! My God! Mama-ji….!
I had completely forgotten about Mama-ji and Uncle in the joy of getting fucked! I readily got off the sofa and holding my loose petticoat over the frontals of my nude figure, I ran towards the toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita…
I peeped out of the toilet door.
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Take your costume for this shot so that we do not lose continuity.
Saying that he handed me a fresh brassiere and panty. Both were red in color unlike the ones I was wearing, which were both white.
Me: Bas! That’s all? I mean…
Since the fuck was over, like all adult women, I was also not at all keen to remain nude or semi-nude anymore and wanted to be properly clothed.
Mr. Mangeskar: You are nearly bangd and then the hero comes to save you… so obviously you need to wear your bare essentials. Isn’t it?
I got his point and did not prolong the conversation and closed the door. I washed my choot area along with my sticky upper thighs. I washed my face and hands and wore those undergarments and got out of the toilet. I was now in real hurry as I was very much conscious that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting for me downstairs.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, both of you take your previous positions. Pyaremohan-ji, you lie down over Anita and I will now come and kick you out of the sofa. Fine? Your role is over. You err… just make sure that you do not come in the way of the camera… (He placed the camera in auto mode on a stool) okay?
The director looked towards me now.
Mr. Mangeskar: And Anita, since this man who comes to rescue you is actually your husband, you need to exhibit that eagerness when you see me…. Getting my point?
Me: Yes, yes. How long will it take?
I was really very keen now to wrap up and end this chapter.
Mr. Mangeskar: Not much… hardly 5-10 minutes.
Me: Okay! Please see that I do not have to spend any more time here. I am already very late.
Mr. Mangeskar: It’s just a small sequel I told you… you are rescued and you get back to the arms of your husband… a little hugging and caressing… That’s all!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have placed the camera in Auto mode…
Pyaremohan-ji and myself were back to our original positions - I was lying on the sofa and Pyaremohan-ji was right on top of my body. I felt rather comfortable wearing the bra and the panty now though I was mentally quite used to being naked in front of these two men since the shooting was such a prolonged step-by-step process!
Pyaremohan-ji: We are ready….
Mr. Mangeskar: (changing into a white baniyan (=vest) and a white chaddi (=brief) in amazing mobility) Great! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again bent over me and realizing that we had reached the end of his role in this shooting and he would surely not get a chance to touch me anymore, he grabbed my bra-covered tight breasts and started feeling them by squeezing them gently. By this time naturally my nipples had retracted to their original smaller sizes, though remained somewhat swollen as I was only clad in my undies and most of my body was uncovered. Hardly could Mr. Pyaremohan’s fingers pressed on my mammaries, I could realize my nipples were getting hard and inflated again!
Barely was I able to concentrate on that when I found Mr. Mangeskar jumped on the sofa and started kicking and pushing Mr. Pyaremohan off my body. He pretended to resist for a while, but ultimately rolled off the sofa like a pumpkin and Mr. Mangeskar followed him and pretended to punch him in such a way that Mr. Pyaremohan fell out of the range of the camera.
Mr. Mangeskar immediately got back to me and stood on the sofa and I also rose up from my lying position and stood up portraying an enormously sexy scene with my heavy figure only covered by a small bra and a scanty panty! The director seemed more than eager to get near me and hugged my sexy figure very tightly.
Afterall he was my husband who saved me from a ruffian trying to molest me!
Mr. Mangeskar was feeling my smooth bare back with his two hands and as he hugged me my firm breasts pressed tightly on his very flat chest. Immediately a stream of current as if passed through my whole body making every skin pore of mine alert! But frankly I was in no mood to get excited again because I was rather satisfied with the way Mr. Pyaremohan just fucked me. Additionally the cock-sucking episode was also very timely and appropriate, which had actually triggered my passion to converge for an exploding climax. Though this fuck was not as great and mind-blowing as Guru-ji’s, but it was surely more passionate than what I usually get from my husband now-a-days. I really was not sure of the reason - whether it was due to the combined effect of this weird situation and the cock sucking of a different male who was not fucking me!
Unfortunately, Mr. Mangeskar seemed to have other plans! I could feel the poking of his very erect dick through his chaddi on my panty and his warm breath all over my face. I had already sucked his lund for a prolonged period of time when Mr. Pyaremohan was on my body and I was well conversed with its dimensions. To keep balance standing on the soft surface of the sofa I had to embrace Mr. Mangeskar and he probably took that as a positive response from my end and I soon found him removing his hands off my bare backside and he now held my face up in his hands. Even before I could properly look into his eyes, he touched my lips and took my lower lips between his lips.
Sssss…..! I probably still had Mr. Pyaremohan’s saliva drying up on my lips and now I was being kissed by another man! I tried my best not to get excited again and consoled my mind by saying that this surely should be the end because he had already kicked the naughty servant out and had rescued me, but….
…but the scene continued!
While Mr. Mangeskar kissed my lips his hands came down from my face to my shoulders and further down to my mammaries! I was really not interested in any more sexual stimulation, but was rather keen to get back to Mama-ji and Uncle. But I noted that Mr. Mangeskar had already grasped my milk tanks from over my bra in a firm manner and had started massaging them. I attempted to get my lips out of his mouth, but was unable to do so as he was kissing me rather tightly. I was starting to get a great load of excitement again being so closely kissed and fondled at my intimate organs. It was indeed getting stretched a bit too much for me and my unwillingness to have any further sexual elation right at that point of time started to slowly dissolve!
Oh! No! Not again!
I was leaning back as Mr. Mangeskar increased his body pressure on me as he was fondling my breasts very directly and I was naturally feeling weak at my knees. Moreover, I did not even get a 10-minute rest after getting fucked by Mr. Pyaremohan. But… but… what was happening?
I could feel Mr. Mangeskar’s body getting very stiff and I knew jolly well when a male undergoes this. I felt very annoyed at this and was fully aware what he was up to? He must have been extremely excited seeing me getting fucked in front of his eyes and my cock-sucking must have given him enormous pleasure and now hugging me from the front must have kindled him to the hilt and he was in no position to hold back his semen!
Me: Oh! I completely forgot that…
Mr. Mangeskar: Quite natural!
We all smiled and naturally I had a tinge of redness covering my face. Though I was quite exhausted, but since I was pretty much satisfied by the fuck my mind was very joyous and so I readily agreed to shoot the last part to conclude the ad.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, would you like to wash first?
Me: Ye… yes… of course!
Mr. Mangeskar: Please use the toilet then, but quickly.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Madam, your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.
Me: Oooooh yes! My God! Mama-ji….!
I had completely forgotten about Mama-ji and Uncle in the joy of getting fucked! I readily got off the sofa and holding my loose petticoat over the frontals of my nude figure, I ran towards the toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita…
I peeped out of the toilet door.
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Take your costume for this shot so that we do not lose continuity.
Saying that he handed me a fresh brassiere and panty. Both were red in color unlike the ones I was wearing, which were both white.
Me: Bas! That’s all? I mean…
Since the fuck was over, like all adult women, I was also not at all keen to remain nude or semi-nude anymore and wanted to be properly clothed.
Mr. Mangeskar: You are nearly bangd and then the hero comes to save you… so obviously you need to wear your bare essentials. Isn’t it?
I got his point and did not prolong the conversation and closed the door. I washed my choot area along with my sticky upper thighs. I washed my face and hands and wore those undergarments and got out of the toilet. I was now in real hurry as I was very much conscious that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting for me downstairs.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, both of you take your previous positions. Pyaremohan-ji, you lie down over Anita and I will now come and kick you out of the sofa. Fine? Your role is over. You err… just make sure that you do not come in the way of the camera… (He placed the camera in auto mode on a stool) okay?
The director looked towards me now.
Mr. Mangeskar: And Anita, since this man who comes to rescue you is actually your husband, you need to exhibit that eagerness when you see me…. Getting my point?
Me: Yes, yes. How long will it take?
I was really very keen now to wrap up and end this chapter.
Mr. Mangeskar: Not much… hardly 5-10 minutes.
Me: Okay! Please see that I do not have to spend any more time here. I am already very late.
Mr. Mangeskar: It’s just a small sequel I told you… you are rescued and you get back to the arms of your husband… a little hugging and caressing… That’s all!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have placed the camera in Auto mode…
Pyaremohan-ji and myself were back to our original positions - I was lying on the sofa and Pyaremohan-ji was right on top of my body. I felt rather comfortable wearing the bra and the panty now though I was mentally quite used to being naked in front of these two men since the shooting was such a prolonged step-by-step process!
Pyaremohan-ji: We are ready….
Mr. Mangeskar: (changing into a white baniyan (=vest) and a white chaddi (=brief) in amazing mobility) Great! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again bent over me and realizing that we had reached the end of his role in this shooting and he would surely not get a chance to touch me anymore, he grabbed my bra-covered tight breasts and started feeling them by squeezing them gently. By this time naturally my nipples had retracted to their original smaller sizes, though remained somewhat swollen as I was only clad in my undies and most of my body was uncovered. Hardly could Mr. Pyaremohan’s fingers pressed on my mammaries, I could realize my nipples were getting hard and inflated again!
Barely was I able to concentrate on that when I found Mr. Mangeskar jumped on the sofa and started kicking and pushing Mr. Pyaremohan off my body. He pretended to resist for a while, but ultimately rolled off the sofa like a pumpkin and Mr. Mangeskar followed him and pretended to punch him in such a way that Mr. Pyaremohan fell out of the range of the camera.
Mr. Mangeskar immediately got back to me and stood on the sofa and I also rose up from my lying position and stood up portraying an enormously sexy scene with my heavy figure only covered by a small bra and a scanty panty! The director seemed more than eager to get near me and hugged my sexy figure very tightly.
Afterall he was my husband who saved me from a ruffian trying to molest me!
Mr. Mangeskar was feeling my smooth bare back with his two hands and as he hugged me my firm breasts pressed tightly on his very flat chest. Immediately a stream of current as if passed through my whole body making every skin pore of mine alert! But frankly I was in no mood to get excited again because I was rather satisfied with the way Mr. Pyaremohan just fucked me. Additionally the cock-sucking episode was also very timely and appropriate, which had actually triggered my passion to converge for an exploding climax. Though this fuck was not as great and mind-blowing as Guru-ji’s, but it was surely more passionate than what I usually get from my husband now-a-days. I really was not sure of the reason - whether it was due to the combined effect of this weird situation and the cock sucking of a different male who was not fucking me!
Unfortunately, Mr. Mangeskar seemed to have other plans! I could feel the poking of his very erect dick through his chaddi on my panty and his warm breath all over my face. I had already sucked his lund for a prolonged period of time when Mr. Pyaremohan was on my body and I was well conversed with its dimensions. To keep balance standing on the soft surface of the sofa I had to embrace Mr. Mangeskar and he probably took that as a positive response from my end and I soon found him removing his hands off my bare backside and he now held my face up in his hands. Even before I could properly look into his eyes, he touched my lips and took my lower lips between his lips.
Sssss…..! I probably still had Mr. Pyaremohan’s saliva drying up on my lips and now I was being kissed by another man! I tried my best not to get excited again and consoled my mind by saying that this surely should be the end because he had already kicked the naughty servant out and had rescued me, but….
…but the scene continued!
While Mr. Mangeskar kissed my lips his hands came down from my face to my shoulders and further down to my mammaries! I was really not interested in any more sexual stimulation, but was rather keen to get back to Mama-ji and Uncle. But I noted that Mr. Mangeskar had already grasped my milk tanks from over my bra in a firm manner and had started massaging them. I attempted to get my lips out of his mouth, but was unable to do so as he was kissing me rather tightly. I was starting to get a great load of excitement again being so closely kissed and fondled at my intimate organs. It was indeed getting stretched a bit too much for me and my unwillingness to have any further sexual elation right at that point of time started to slowly dissolve!
Oh! No! Not again!
I was leaning back as Mr. Mangeskar increased his body pressure on me as he was fondling my breasts very directly and I was naturally feeling weak at my knees. Moreover, I did not even get a 10-minute rest after getting fucked by Mr. Pyaremohan. But… but… what was happening?
I could feel Mr. Mangeskar’s body getting very stiff and I knew jolly well when a male undergoes this. I felt very annoyed at this and was fully aware what he was up to? He must have been extremely excited seeing me getting fucked in front of his eyes and my cock-sucking must have given him enormous pleasure and now hugging me from the front must have kindled him to the hilt and he was in no position to hold back his semen!
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