Fantasy Shruthi Hasan experience (short story)

[phantom_assassin]

"Did anyone see you sneak in here?" Shruti haasan asked. "What's your name anyway?"

"Ramkumar." I answered. "But people call me Ram."

"Have you done this type of thing before?"

"Err. Not really." I answered honestly.

"BULLSHIT!!" I heard one of the girls state through a fake cough.

"No. Seriously." I insisted. "It's my first time. I only started working here two days ago."

The ladies seemed unconvinced by my story and tried to persuade Shruti to call the security officer. But as luck would have it the actress took pity on me and had other ideas.

To everyone's surprise she then appeared to forgive me - claiming that she only wanted to make sure I didn't steal anything of value from her friends luggage and didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

[b]"WHAT!" Her friends gasped. "Shruti! The guy was beating off to your panties. Aren't you even going to call security?"

"Meh. I mean..." She shrugged indifferently. "He didn't really hurt anyone."

"No. But you're missing the point!" Her friends declared before the group began to argue between themselves.

I had to admit I almost felt like I had won the lottery. Not only had I snuck into her hotel room and whacked off to her underwear, but even after being caught red handed she was willing to let me off the hook.

While I quickly apologized and attempted to leave, it was then one of Shruti's friends leaned over to whisper something into her ear and I noticed everyone's eyes fall to my hands - which were still concealing my manhood.[/b]

[b][b]"Wait a minute." Shruti said. "What's behind your hands?"

I blushed with shame as her friends giggled knowingly.

"What do you think Shruti." Her friends chuckled. "Does he really need to paint you a picture?"

"Look. I'm really sorry about all this." I blushed. "Let's just pretend none of this ever happened."

"Wait. I want to see it!" Shruti haasan insisted.

"Err. See what?"

"What do you think?" Her friend countered. "You're cock. Stupid."

"Um." I stammered nervously. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Well. We don't really care what YOU think is a good idea." One of the girls snorted. "You know we can still call the cops!"

I now stood there with four very anxious and agitated girls who suddenly seemed determined to have me expose myself to them.

"Look. It's simple." Another explained. "Show us you're cock and you can leave. Otherwise we'll call security right now."

Resigned to my fate I slowly withdrew my hands and shut my eyes with shame. But a minute later I heard a collective gasp go around the room and I grinned proudly to myself.

"Whoa." They all fawned.

"Holy. Shit." Another one said, before they all looked at each other in disbelief.

"Err. He's black you guys." One of them added. "What did you expect?" 

I chuckled at the comment as I let my limp snake simply swing in the nonexistent breeze - all nine inches of it. Judging from the expressions on their faces (especially Shruti's) I was sure they had never seen a cock quite like mine before.

(not in the flesh anyway)

"OH. MY. GOD." Shruti haasan giggled breaking the tension in the room. "That thing is HUGE!"

"He's not even hard yet!" Another girl pointed out.

At this point it was almost like my cock had a life and personality of its own, as the ladies seemed absolutely enamored by it. In fact I didn't recall seeing them look me in the eye again for some time.[/b][/b]

[b][b][b]"Well?" Shruti haasan finally stated. "Can you?"

"Can I what?"

"Get it hard." She smiled innocently. "We all want to see what it looks like when it's up."

"Err. Excuse me?"

"You heard her!" One of Shruti's rude friends snapped. "Get it hard. Or we call the cops."

I could barely believe their ultimatum but now noticed as one of them went over to slip the latch on the door, locking us inside the suite. The ladies now high-fived one another and fidgeting nervously, clearly lost for words.

In a way it was strangely liberating as I reached down to grasp my black python and began to massage it for their benefit.

"Wow. Look at that thing!" One of the girls giggled. "That's probably the biggest cock I've ever seen!"

"Stroke it faster." Shruti haasan suggested.

"Maybe he needs a hand?" One of the other girls chuckled, before Shruti haasan went over to her suitcase and threw various garments at me.

"What about these?" She said while tossing me one of her thong panties. "Would that help?"

I took her underwear in my hand and wrapped it firmly around my cock but to no avail. Try as I might I just couldn't get the erection I had when I was alone in the room.

I guess you could say I was suffering from a case of acute stage fright.

"Ugh. This sucks." One of the girls complained. "This is why I only eat pussy. He can't even get it up!"

"Yes I can!" I snapped back. "There's just a lot of you watching me right now. It's freaking me out!"

"Ugh. Just hurry up." Shruti added. "We just want to see how big it can get. I'm really intrigued."

"Yeah. We noticed." Her lesbian friend remarked jealously.

"Look. I can't do it right now." I finally confessed. "There's just too many people in here. It's too much pressure."

The ladies all groaned with disappointment before they appeared to confer among themselves - trying to decide just what to do with me.[/b][/b][/b]