Fantasy Shruthi Hasan experience (short story)
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A minute later Shruti haasan emerged from the huddle and suggested that the others head back down to the pool area and give the two of us some much needed privacy.

"WHAT!" Her friends exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

Judging from their stunned reactions I'm sure they were just as surprised as I was.

"I'll be fine." Shruti assured them. "Really."

While her friends were naturally reluctant about leaving us alone together, the starlet assured them that I was harmless and just another (if somewhat perverted) groupie.

"Besides." Shruti rationalized. "He works here in the hotel. It's not like he's a complete stranger."

"You're not going to hurt her are you?" One of the girls asked as they exited the suite.

"Absolutely not!" I answered as Shruti haasan bundled her friends out the door.

"Look. Just give us ten minutes okay?" Shruti told her jealous friends. "I'll meet you guys downstairs."

"Okay!" I heard one of them reply from the hallway. "But in ten minutes I'm coming to get you!"

With that said I then watched the petite actress shut the door behind her and turn to face me.

Strangely enough we both felt relieved that we were finally alone together and it was only now that I sensed a different vibe from her. Could I have imagined it? Was my mind playing trick on me or did I sense a mutual attraction there?

A thousand scenarios raced through my head as I tried to determine whether or not she was genuinely interested in me or merely trying to set me up.


[b]Wow." I snickered nervously. "I wonder what you're fans would think if they knew about this."

"I don't really care." She answered back. "What they don't know can't hurt them." 

"Oh really?" 

"Yeah. Really." She quipped sarcastically.

In an instant something came over me and without warning I lunged forward and pinned the bikini-clad actress up against the front door. She yelped briefly in surprise but before she could respond appropriately I reached up and took her chin in my hand and kissed her hard on the lips.

She panicked momentarily but made no real effort to resist or break free. Instead I reached up and groped one of her ample breasts through her safari-themed bikini and felt her sigh into my mouth.

It took her a while to regain her composure but soon she was kissing me right back with equal intensity. I could tell from her reluctance that it was her first time with a black guy, which strangely enough only turned me on even more.
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RE: Shruthi Hasan experience (short story) - by phantom_assassin - 11-04-2019, 11:40 AM



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