Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

Charmy Kaur replacing Pooja kumar


My phone sat on the breakfast bar in front of me. It was begging for me to send the message. I was nervous as I sat there holding the black business card in my hand. The number starting up at me, in white lettering. The small writing underneath which read:-


'Text your name to this number and wait to be contacted'


I had butterflies in my tummy.


I put the card down and made a cup of tea. My mind was racing. Only four weeks had passed since my punishment, by Charmi, with my sister. I still felt dirty and guilty about what we had done to each other and couldn't face seeing my sister, Nisha. The thoughts came rushing back to me as I stirred my tea. The image of me fingering my sister's asshole and pussy to get her off, before she took a cock in her ass, were haunting me. It was a depraved act, but still gave me a stirring in my underwear that I couldn't control. Nisha was an anal queen and I was jealous of her abilities. She had been the centre of attention, last time I was with Charmi and I was more of the warm up act,. I wanted to outdo her, as we had always been sibling rivals, but anal wasn't my thing. Charmi had said I could contact her and go to their film studios, voluntarily, for training or unattached raw fucking whenever I wanted.





I sipped my tea staring at the breakfast bar, the phone, the card. They were calling to me.


"Fuck it," I said out loud and picked up the phone.


I thumbed in the number and typed my name "Kajal" and hit send before I could change my mind. I threw the phone back on the Table and sat back drinking my tea. I felt excited and apprehensive, the tingling in my knickers was back with a vengeance.


Bing! Bing! My phone buzzed on the counter top.


'Shit that was quick,' I thought


I picked it up. The screen read:-


'*****. South end of your street'


Now I really was nervous.


Bing! Bing! It buzzed again.


'No food after 04:00PM, use the bathroom before you leave.'


I didn't feel like eating anyway. The last three times I'd been with Charmi it was after being drugged and taken there against my will. Now I was willing. I thought I must be going mad to go there voluntarily.


I was still seeing my girlfriend, who knew some of the details, but not about the last encounter. I kept it secret, not wanting anymore repercussions that might affect her or my family. Our relationship was deteriorating , due to her always working away pursuing her career. When we did meet up we were great together, but it was becoming less and less often. Sex with her was sensual and loving, but having her fingers inside me wasn't enough. I wanted to feel filled by a man's hard throbbing cock. I wanted to improve my sexual skills and I thought I had gone as far with women as I could. I wanted to feel powerful and have more control over men and thought sex was going to be my greatest weapon.





I was unsure about Charmi's overall intentions. I thought she had a crush on me, but it could all be an act with her, to get me to participate willingly. I guess I would soon find out., but whatever happened, I would improve my prowess in the bedroom.


I waited in the darkness at the south end of my street at eleven twenty five. Winter had taken hold and there was a chill in the air. I had showered and used the bathroom as instructed and hadn't eaten since three o'clock. I was wearing black yoga pants, knee high fur topped boots and a fleece and body warmer. I had Charmi's black lace panties on, and hoped they would get a reaction from her. I wore no bra and my nipples were already hard from the cold.


A silver vehicle approached at exactly eleven thirty and the door slid open as it drew to a stop. A guy in a black suit held out his hand and helped me aboard. He slid the door shut and the people carrier sped off. He passed me a white satin sack and put it over my head and pulled the draw string. I could see nothing, but the glow of street lights. No one spoke.





We drove for an hour, only stopping for what I thought, must be traffic lights. We finally slowed down and went through a series of checkpoints, it must have been security. I heard the rattle of a shutter door opening and the van drove inside, closing the shutter behind us. The door slid open and was gently guided through some doors and corridors into a warm room.


My bag was removed from my head and I squinted in the brightness as I tried to adjust to the light. I was in, what looked like, a plush hotel room. A double bed, ensuite bathroom, comfy chairs, a whole wall of mirrors and a mirrored ceiling. There were no windows. The bodyguard left me, without saying a word. It felt weird to be back there, under my own steam and my stomach was in knots with anticipation.


The room was hot, so I took my body warmer, boots and fleece off and sat on the edge of the bed, in my leggings and crop top. I looked in the mirror and admired my full boobs standing proud without support.





A few seconds after getting comfortable, Charmi came in. She too was wearing yoga pants, but they were grey. She had a loose fitting T shirt on, also grey, slipping off her left shoulder revealing her flimsy bra strap. She was barefoot and looked sensational. She smiled at me as I stood to greet her.





We hugged and kissed each other's cheeks, all very formal  except for her playful squeeze of my ass.


"So lovely to see you again," she said.


"You too Miss Charmi, you look amazing," I replied.


"Thank you Kajal. It does show my ass off quite well, doesn't it?" she lifted her heel and turned to show me her butt.