Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

The assistant was a tiny Japanese girl of at most 20 years. She was spindly thin and a whole head shorter than Rakul. She was cute though and had a very bubbly personality. When she came to Rakul's hotel room the actress liked the girl immediately.

The girl's English was not perfect, but good enough for Rakul to understand everything. Although at first she thought that she must have misunderstood some of the things the girl said.

"Bucka-what?" Rakul asked.

"Buk-ka-ke," the girl repeated slowly. "It is the Japanese art of cum." She gave a crooked smile.

"What exactly does that mean?" Rakul was very confused. Her agent had told her something about nudity, maybe showing her tits or something like that. But cum?

"Bukkake means that many men cum on girl," the assistant explained.

"Cum on?"

"Yes. They masturbate and then they shoot the cum on the girl. Mostly on the face."

"That's disgusting," Rakul exclaimed. "Who would let people do that to them?"

"Well it is Japanese tradition," said Mitsumi - that was the assistant's name by the way. "Many famous actresses do this. It is expected!"

Rakul had her doubts about that. But she didn't really know better. You rarely hear about other country's traditions on Indian news. So maybe Mitsumi was right.

"Okay, explain to me again what I would have to do on your show," she tried calmly.

Mitsumi laid it out: "You wear short skirt and a shirt. You go in studio when you get introduced to audience by host. You curtsy. Then you stand at the tall desk that is prepared for you. Then you answer questions of host. While you talk to host men will climb on desk and shoot cum on your face. You must not react to it. You must act everything is normal."

Rakul was disgusted. "You expect me to let a number of strange men ejaculate on my face? On TV!? You must be crazy!"

"This is normal in Japan," Mitsumi replied. "Many Indian shows seem crazy to Japanese audience."

"So I just stand there and talk to the host as if nothing strange where going on. And I get semen on my face?"

"Yes."

"How much? I mean how many men are we talking about?"

Mitsumi seemed to think a moment. "It depends."
"On what?"

"On how excited our guys get. At least thirty. Maybe more. As many we can get. And depends on how long interview. If host doesn't like you he not ask many questions. Interview short."

"And if he likes me?" Rakul asked.

"Then he ask many questions. Interview will be long. Many men will have time to cum on you."

That seemed like a somewhat reverse logic to Rakul.

"So I have to try to get him to not like me?"

"No!" Mitsumi cried. "You want publicity. You want people to like you. To go to your movie. So you must make host like you very much. Get as much time as you can. Host will like you, people will like you and go to your movie."

"I guess that makes some sense," Rakul reluctantly admitted. "So all I have to do is stand there, answer questions and pretend nothing is happening while 30 men cum on my face?"

"And get sexed," Mitsumi said matter-of-factly.

"What?"

"After a while, one man will come behind you and have sex with you. That is what the test is for."

"You're saying that while all that other stuff is going on, someone will f-... will have sex with me from behind?" Rakul couldn't believe it. It was getting more and more extreme for her liking.

"Yes. You pretend that nothing is happening. This very important! This part of tradition. You let the man do anything he wants. He have sex with you. He touch your boobs. He touch your pussy. You let him."

Rakul was simply shaking her head slowly.

"When interview is over, maybe host will do something, too. You just let him do. You pretend nothing is happening. When he done and he say goodbye, you say 'Thank you' and make another curtsy and leave the studio. You not adjust your clothes!" Mitsumi was quite adamant.

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