Fantasy Rakul Preet Singh's Visit to Japan

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She blushed a bit. "Thank you! It's great to be here," she said dutifully.



The desk where she stood was high enough so she could lean her arms on it. If you only saw the desk top and Rakul's upper body, you could think that she was sitting at a normal desk. Behind her was a trans-light -- basically a backlit photograph of Tokyo's skyline. Very similar to Indian talk shows.

There were also stairs at each end of the desk where people could easily climb up and stand on the desk either side of Rakul.

She had barely enough time to register these facts.

"You have made a new movie. Tell us what it's about, Rakul," the host began his questions.

Okay. This is something I can do, she thought.

She had basically reiterated the story and all details about the movie to countless journalists in many different countries already on her promotion tour. So this should be easy.

She started telling her usual brief description of the story, when she suddenly registered some movement in the corner of her eye. She almost turned her head around. But then she remembered that she was supposed to ignore all that.

She had momentarily stopped her narrative. The host was about to say something, but she quickly composed herself and continued her story. The host smiled at her. He was standing a couple of feet in front of her at another desk with lots of notes on it. He was basically standing with his back to the audience -- kind of like in these casting shows on Indian TV. Only he was not directly in front of her but a bit to one side, so that the audience and the cameras had an unobstructed view of her.

The desk she was standing at also had no front. The audience could therefore see most of her body.

While she kept telling the story of the movie like so many times before, she felt the movement to her right. Someone was quickly climbing up the stairs. Suddenly a man was standing next to her. He was naked from the waist down! The only things he wore was a white T-shirt with the logo of the show on it and a black hood over his head with small holes for his eyes.

No one would be able to recognize him. But everyone would recognize her...

She felt the heat from his body and heard the unmistakably sounds of someone masturbating. She didn't dare look at him. She tried to concentrate on her narration.

Suddenly the man moved a little closer, he made a pained sound, and then she felt something hot and wet splash against her face. She cocked her head back a little from the shock. But before the host could even look angry, she forced herself to relax. She held her head steady and tried to continue her story. All the while the stranger next to her continued to shoot sperm on her face.

The first splash had hit the side of her head. The second had hit her nose. The third had gone by her chin and only left a small trail. After that only small droplets came out and dropped onto her top.

After the guy was spent he stepped closer again and wiped his cock on the side of Rakul's face. She almost jerked her head back again, but steadied herself at the last moment.

The guy climbed back down. Rakul continued her story, but she was soon finished with her usual short synopsis.

"Please tell us more," the host said. "What was the inspiration for your character?"

Okay, the usual questions. I don't even have to concentrate. Good, so I can concentrate on not reacting to this crazy game, Rakul thought.



Rakul answered the host's questions with very similar answers as she had given all the other journalists before. It was indeed quite easy. Except of course that all the while identically dressed men kept climbing onto the desk. And one after the other they kept shooting their semen into Rakul's face. They came from right and left. Sometimes just one man, sometimes two at the same time from both sides.

And their aim was pretty good! They covered her nose, they splattered the sides of her head. They splashed at her chin and some even hit her lips. While she was talking, sometimes some of the cum even went into her mouth and she quickly pushed it back out with her tongue.

When she spit out for the third time, the host quietly said "please swallow."

She blushed.

But when she got some semen into her mouth the next time she swallowed timidly. It didn't taste good. But it wasn't really that awful either.

Some men really came close to her and let their cum drop onto her forehead -- so it would slowly run down her face -- or on top of her hair. Some seemed to enjoy splashing in her ears. Luckily they were mostly protected by her long hair, but one of the guys actually pushed the hair aside and stuck his cock into her ear. When he came, the semen shot into her ear a bit. After that her hearing was a bit muffled on that side for a while.

The host had already asked most of the usual questions. He said, "okay, let's watch a short clip now."

A trailer from her movie was now playing on one of the big screen TVs that were mounted above the stage. The other two screens there still showed a close up of her face or upper body. She had looked up and to her left at the screen showing the trailer, so she would know what clip exactly would be shown. But now she also saw the other screens. And her cum covered face!

She blushed furiously.