27-01-2022, 07:05 AM
**Part 10.**
“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Arul said. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock over his pants with his left hand. I quickly slid my top back down and pulled the jeans up, zipping it but leaving the buckle open to breathe. Finally, it’s over. I stood up, waiting for Mr Arul to tell what to do next. He placed the camera down on the table, walking slowly back to the suit case.
I followed him closely behind, avoiding Dadi’s eyes. Mr Arul squatted down over the bag, his big tummy squishing into his knees. He slowly pulled out 3 items of clothing, handing them to me. Without looking, I quickly grabbed it off his hands and made my way back into the guest room to change.
My heart was beating fast as I pulled the top and jeans off my body. I quickly laid down the new batch of clothes on the bed to look at what I was dealing with. A lacy off-white silk sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt and white lacy panties. I slipped the top over me, the two thin straps barely hanging on over my shoulders, the cloth was hanging off my bra, opening a big gap between my skin and the top. My flat tummy and belly button was visible to the world.
I removed my black panties, laying it down on the bed and took a proper look at the white lacy panties Mr Arul had given to me. Fuck. It was pretty much see through, with little gaps in between the lace. I sat down on the bed, slipping the panties up over my legs and pulled it up.
My dark pussy lips were pretty much visible over the thin skimpy lace, bits of the puffy meat were obvious, peeking out through the small gaps between the fabric. My inner lips were squished together tightly in between my slit. I let out a small sigh, and pulled the black miniskirt up. I stood up again, looking at myself in the mirror. The miniskirt was barely even covering the panties let alone my thighs.
Mr Arul had chosen this selection of clothes very wisely, ensuring a lot of my skin was exposed to him. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the living room. Both of them were still in the hall. I slowly walked in, both my hands pulling the mini skirt down to, trying to cover the see-through panties.
Both eyes were on me. A sly smile on Mr Arul’s face. Dadi stood up, walking slowly towards me.
“Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”
“Dadi… no … it will be too vulgar. Especially in pictures.”, I pleaded to him.
“It’s fine. The pictures are not going to be made public.”. I saw Mr Arul nod his head in agreement. I turned around, wanting to walk back to the room. The bottom part of my butt cheeks was pretty much visible to them. “No …you can take it off here. It’s fine.”, he continued.
My face sunk. With my back facing them, I pulled the top off over me. Holding it with one hand, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it fall down to my feet. I quickly put the top back over my shoulders to cover my breasts.
“Turn around.”, I heard Dadi say.
I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Dadi looked down at my breasts and smiled. “Perfect. You need to be sexy for this shoot. You want to be a star, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes… Dadi.”, I said softly. He bent down to pick up my bra, putting it back on the table then sitting back down on the rattan chair. Mr Arul was on the other chair beside him, in front of the camcorder.
“Are the clothes, ok? Do they fit you well?”, he asked, knowing very well it did not fit me well.
“Yes, uncle.”. I kept my eyes down on my feet.
“Arul, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Dadi ask Mr Arul.
“Yes Santosh Ji. We can still use this space. I thought perhaps the next one we can do it in the garden, some natural light would be good for the next outfit.”
Fuck. There are more outfits. It can’t get worse than this, I thought to myself.
“Come here, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes locked on my hard nipples protruding out of the silk top. “Let me adjust the skirt to fit you better.”
He just wanted to touch me. The bastard.
I came forward and stood in front of him. From his seated position, he had a great view of my stomach, the gap from the silk top showing me under boobs.
“Maybe the skirt needs to be a little bit higher, what do you think, Santosh Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin.
“I agree, Arul.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me.
Mr Arul took his hand off my thigh, placing them on the sides of the skirts, pulling them up higher, just below my belly button. My panties slowly came to his view.
“This is perfect, ma”, Mr Arul’s eyes were ravishing my pussy, he stared on, taking in every detail of the fat puffy lips sticking out from in between the lacy gaps. “You look absolutely stunning.”, he said softly, his hands still on my hips.
He looked up under the top, taking in the view of my breasts hanging freely. “Absolutely gorgeous.”, he commented again. “My agency will be very excited to have her with us.”, he said, winking slightly at me.
“I’m very happy you think so, Arul.”, Dadi said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Shanti Molu.”, he asked me sweetly.
‘’Yes Dadi.”, I rolled my eyes.
“Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Arul said, he let go of my hips and stood up, handing me a pair of thin framed glasses. “It has no power on it. Wear it to complete the look.”
I took it from him, placing it over my nose. I’ve never worn glasses before. He reached and pressed a button on the camcorder, aiming it towards me. “I will take a video as well as pictures for this shoot, ma.”
He then picked up the camera. “Squat down with one knee on the floor, your legs spread…”. I got down, following the pose he instructed. He wanted some upskirt shots of my panties. *Click. *Click.
“Put your right hand over your pussy, ma.”, he said slyly, using the vulgar term to judge my reaction. I kept a straight face. “Cover it and act like you’re shy.” *Click. *Click.
“Fantastic. Stand up.”, I slowly got up. Mr Arul came towards me, adjusting the skirt by pulling it up a little bit to show off the lacy panties again. “Spread your legs a little bit…. Good. Good. Hand holding your hips.” *Click.
“Maybe show a bit of your breasts, Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at my hard nipples.
“Yes, Santosh Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Arul readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”
I slowly pulled my top up as the underboob of my breasts came into view, stopping just below my nipple. *Click. *Click. I heard the camera constantly taking pictures of every movement I made.
“No.No. Not like that.”, Dadi stood up. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the silky top and pulling it up to my shoulders. *Click. *Click. For a few seconds, my breasts were exposed to the both of them, my hard nipples sticking out at attention. I reacted by immediately covering them with my hands.
“Dadi…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Arul to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest.
“This pose is perfect.”, Mr Arul said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”
“Follow his instructions.”, Dadi commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine. He stood behind Mr Arul, looking at the photo’s that he had taken on the little screen. I slowly pushed my breasts together making sure my nipples were covered, offering it to the camera. *Click. *Click. “Good, keep looking at the camera.” *Click. *Click.
“Fantastic shot, Arul.”, Dadi’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body.
“Thank you, Santosh Ji. One more pose, ma.”, I could see the tent on Mr Arul’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Dadi noticed his actions and choose to ignore it. The man had a raging hard on watching me pose to his instructions.
“Get on the couch again, face the wall.” I quickly pulled my top back down, my tits jiggling as I adjusted the top as best I could. The feeling of silk brushing against my hard nipples felt really good. I slowly got on the couch; my back was facing them as I stared at the wall in front of me.
“OK. Bend your body lower, stick your butt out towards the camera.”
Fuck. Seriously?
I slowly arched my back, sticking my ass out towards them. I could feel the miniskirt slowly rising to show my bare bottoms to the room. The lace panties barely covering my pussy. Both the men stood there looking at me. The miniskirt stopped halfway, so the bottom part of my ass was exposed. I adjusted my legs so my thighs were closer together, squishing my pussy lips, the puffy meat struggling to escape in between the gaps of the lacy panties.
“Beautiful. This pose is perfect.”. Click* Click* Click*, the camera went off again, constantly clicking. Mr Arul came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, ma. The panties work wonders against the dark skin down there.”. I could feel his face very close to my bum, adjusting the barrel of the camera, taking more pictures. “I’m happy to see you had shaved again.”, he chuckled softly. I kept quiet, my head spinning from his comments about my body. I buried my face in my hands, my back arched, ass still sticking out towards the camera.
“Yes. It looks so smooth.”, Dadi commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Dadi sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Arul?”.
“Yes, Santosh Ji. Absolutely gorgeous.”, he had stopped taking photos, holding his camera with one hand, the other resting on his belly. His pants struggling to hold his cock in place.
Dadi slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt.
“Dadi..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Arul.
“Shhh…don’t worry Molu. I’m doing this for your own good.”, he said softly as his hands slowly began to roam around by butt cheeks. “Any more pictures in this outfit, Arul?”
“No…no Santosh Ji.”, I heard Mr Arul say from behind me. He was watching Dadi’s hands casually rub every part of my ass, over the skirt and under. “We can actually already change outfits…”
“Hmmmm…. I really like this look on her.”, Dadi commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Arul?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Arul. Dadi continued to sit beside me, gently squeezing my ass meat, slapping the under side of my butt, making my ass shake. I just remembered all this was also being captured on video. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul continued taking photos. This time with Dadi’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.
**End of Part 10.**
“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Arul said. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock over his pants with his left hand. I quickly slid my top back down and pulled the jeans up, zipping it but leaving the buckle open to breathe. Finally, it’s over. I stood up, waiting for Mr Arul to tell what to do next. He placed the camera down on the table, walking slowly back to the suit case.
I followed him closely behind, avoiding Dadi’s eyes. Mr Arul squatted down over the bag, his big tummy squishing into his knees. He slowly pulled out 3 items of clothing, handing them to me. Without looking, I quickly grabbed it off his hands and made my way back into the guest room to change.
My heart was beating fast as I pulled the top and jeans off my body. I quickly laid down the new batch of clothes on the bed to look at what I was dealing with. A lacy off-white silk sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt and white lacy panties. I slipped the top over me, the two thin straps barely hanging on over my shoulders, the cloth was hanging off my bra, opening a big gap between my skin and the top. My flat tummy and belly button was visible to the world.
I removed my black panties, laying it down on the bed and took a proper look at the white lacy panties Mr Arul had given to me. Fuck. It was pretty much see through, with little gaps in between the lace. I sat down on the bed, slipping the panties up over my legs and pulled it up.
My dark pussy lips were pretty much visible over the thin skimpy lace, bits of the puffy meat were obvious, peeking out through the small gaps between the fabric. My inner lips were squished together tightly in between my slit. I let out a small sigh, and pulled the black miniskirt up. I stood up again, looking at myself in the mirror. The miniskirt was barely even covering the panties let alone my thighs.
Mr Arul had chosen this selection of clothes very wisely, ensuring a lot of my skin was exposed to him. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the living room. Both of them were still in the hall. I slowly walked in, both my hands pulling the mini skirt down to, trying to cover the see-through panties.
Both eyes were on me. A sly smile on Mr Arul’s face. Dadi stood up, walking slowly towards me.
“Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”
“Dadi… no … it will be too vulgar. Especially in pictures.”, I pleaded to him.
“It’s fine. The pictures are not going to be made public.”. I saw Mr Arul nod his head in agreement. I turned around, wanting to walk back to the room. The bottom part of my butt cheeks was pretty much visible to them. “No …you can take it off here. It’s fine.”, he continued.
My face sunk. With my back facing them, I pulled the top off over me. Holding it with one hand, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it fall down to my feet. I quickly put the top back over my shoulders to cover my breasts.
“Turn around.”, I heard Dadi say.
I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Dadi looked down at my breasts and smiled. “Perfect. You need to be sexy for this shoot. You want to be a star, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes… Dadi.”, I said softly. He bent down to pick up my bra, putting it back on the table then sitting back down on the rattan chair. Mr Arul was on the other chair beside him, in front of the camcorder.
“Are the clothes, ok? Do they fit you well?”, he asked, knowing very well it did not fit me well.
“Yes, uncle.”. I kept my eyes down on my feet.
“Arul, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Dadi ask Mr Arul.
“Yes Santosh Ji. We can still use this space. I thought perhaps the next one we can do it in the garden, some natural light would be good for the next outfit.”
Fuck. There are more outfits. It can’t get worse than this, I thought to myself.
“Come here, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes locked on my hard nipples protruding out of the silk top. “Let me adjust the skirt to fit you better.”
He just wanted to touch me. The bastard.
I came forward and stood in front of him. From his seated position, he had a great view of my stomach, the gap from the silk top showing me under boobs.
“Maybe the skirt needs to be a little bit higher, what do you think, Santosh Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin.
“I agree, Arul.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me.
Mr Arul took his hand off my thigh, placing them on the sides of the skirts, pulling them up higher, just below my belly button. My panties slowly came to his view.
“This is perfect, ma”, Mr Arul’s eyes were ravishing my pussy, he stared on, taking in every detail of the fat puffy lips sticking out from in between the lacy gaps. “You look absolutely stunning.”, he said softly, his hands still on my hips.
He looked up under the top, taking in the view of my breasts hanging freely. “Absolutely gorgeous.”, he commented again. “My agency will be very excited to have her with us.”, he said, winking slightly at me.
“I’m very happy you think so, Arul.”, Dadi said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Shanti Molu.”, he asked me sweetly.
‘’Yes Dadi.”, I rolled my eyes.
“Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Arul said, he let go of my hips and stood up, handing me a pair of thin framed glasses. “It has no power on it. Wear it to complete the look.”
I took it from him, placing it over my nose. I’ve never worn glasses before. He reached and pressed a button on the camcorder, aiming it towards me. “I will take a video as well as pictures for this shoot, ma.”
He then picked up the camera. “Squat down with one knee on the floor, your legs spread…”. I got down, following the pose he instructed. He wanted some upskirt shots of my panties. *Click. *Click.
“Put your right hand over your pussy, ma.”, he said slyly, using the vulgar term to judge my reaction. I kept a straight face. “Cover it and act like you’re shy.” *Click. *Click.
“Fantastic. Stand up.”, I slowly got up. Mr Arul came towards me, adjusting the skirt by pulling it up a little bit to show off the lacy panties again. “Spread your legs a little bit…. Good. Good. Hand holding your hips.” *Click.
“Maybe show a bit of your breasts, Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at my hard nipples.
“Yes, Santosh Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Arul readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”
I slowly pulled my top up as the underboob of my breasts came into view, stopping just below my nipple. *Click. *Click. I heard the camera constantly taking pictures of every movement I made.
“No.No. Not like that.”, Dadi stood up. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the silky top and pulling it up to my shoulders. *Click. *Click. For a few seconds, my breasts were exposed to the both of them, my hard nipples sticking out at attention. I reacted by immediately covering them with my hands.
“Dadi…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Arul to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest.
“This pose is perfect.”, Mr Arul said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”
“Follow his instructions.”, Dadi commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine. He stood behind Mr Arul, looking at the photo’s that he had taken on the little screen. I slowly pushed my breasts together making sure my nipples were covered, offering it to the camera. *Click. *Click. “Good, keep looking at the camera.” *Click. *Click.
“Fantastic shot, Arul.”, Dadi’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body.
“Thank you, Santosh Ji. One more pose, ma.”, I could see the tent on Mr Arul’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Dadi noticed his actions and choose to ignore it. The man had a raging hard on watching me pose to his instructions.
“Get on the couch again, face the wall.” I quickly pulled my top back down, my tits jiggling as I adjusted the top as best I could. The feeling of silk brushing against my hard nipples felt really good. I slowly got on the couch; my back was facing them as I stared at the wall in front of me.
“OK. Bend your body lower, stick your butt out towards the camera.”
Fuck. Seriously?
I slowly arched my back, sticking my ass out towards them. I could feel the miniskirt slowly rising to show my bare bottoms to the room. The lace panties barely covering my pussy. Both the men stood there looking at me. The miniskirt stopped halfway, so the bottom part of my ass was exposed. I adjusted my legs so my thighs were closer together, squishing my pussy lips, the puffy meat struggling to escape in between the gaps of the lacy panties.
“Beautiful. This pose is perfect.”. Click* Click* Click*, the camera went off again, constantly clicking. Mr Arul came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, ma. The panties work wonders against the dark skin down there.”. I could feel his face very close to my bum, adjusting the barrel of the camera, taking more pictures. “I’m happy to see you had shaved again.”, he chuckled softly. I kept quiet, my head spinning from his comments about my body. I buried my face in my hands, my back arched, ass still sticking out towards the camera.
“Yes. It looks so smooth.”, Dadi commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Dadi sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Arul?”.
“Yes, Santosh Ji. Absolutely gorgeous.”, he had stopped taking photos, holding his camera with one hand, the other resting on his belly. His pants struggling to hold his cock in place.
Dadi slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt.
“Dadi..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Arul.
“Shhh…don’t worry Molu. I’m doing this for your own good.”, he said softly as his hands slowly began to roam around by butt cheeks. “Any more pictures in this outfit, Arul?”
“No…no Santosh Ji.”, I heard Mr Arul say from behind me. He was watching Dadi’s hands casually rub every part of my ass, over the skirt and under. “We can actually already change outfits…”
“Hmmmm…. I really like this look on her.”, Dadi commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Arul?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Arul. Dadi continued to sit beside me, gently squeezing my ass meat, slapping the under side of my butt, making my ass shake. I just remembered all this was also being captured on video. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul continued taking photos. This time with Dadi’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.
**End of Part 10.**
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