Fantasy Shraddha For The Streets! Follow Her Journey of Becoming a Street Whore

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Shraddha Kapoor, one of the most popular actresses in Bollywood, was sitting in a car, waiting for the night shoot to end. It was late afternoon and the sun was beating down mercilessly. She had spent the better part of the afternoon in make-up and hair stylists' hands, trying to look her best for the evening's shoot.

The shoot had been for a film singer's song. The singer was none other than her cousin, Jasmine, who had made her debut in Bollywood a few months ago. Jasmine had sung the song beautifully and the music video had received over a hundred million views on YouTube in just a few weeks. The song Hawa Hawai" had become a hit all over India and even in parts of Pakistan and Sri Lanka. It was played at weddings and birthdays and even as background music in shopping malls. "Next time I'll take a taxi," she said to herself. I need to relax my legs after all the walking around the city." A thought so simple, yet so relatable. Most of us have said it at some point in our lives. Relaxing our legs. I need to relax my legs after all the walking around the city." A thought so simple, yet so relatable. Most of us have said it at some point in our lives. Relaxing our legs.

Her phone rang then buzzed again when someone sent her an SMS. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Kamil, one of the lead actors from the movie they were shooting today. Kamil, where are you?' she messaged back. 'I need you for the last shot of the day. It will take place in the parking lot behind the hotel. Kamil, where are you?' she messaged back. 'I need you for the last shot of the day. It will take place in the parking lot behind the hotel.Be there by six.' Her heart sank knowing that this might be the final shot of the day because if everything went well, they would wrap up filming by 11pm. "Please be there by six," she said to herself again. "Please don't let me wait."

Kamil responded to her message a few minutes later. Where are you? He asked her.Near the set, she told him. Not far enough away though. Please come quickly.' His response shocked her. What do you mean? There is nt enough time for me to shoot my scene and get back to the hotel before the clock strikes twelve. You have to stay and shoot with me. She felt tears welling up in her eyes but she refused to cry.No way did she want anyone seeing her like this especially not those poor bastards at Sony Pictures Entertainment (SPE), producers of the music video she starred in. They had paid her a fortune to play the lead role in the video and she was determined to give them what they wanted even if it meant sacrificing her dignity along the way. Kicking aside any thoughts about how ridiculous she looked wearing Indian clothes (even more so now), she got out of the car and walked towards the hotel s entrance. As she passed the reception area, she stopped for a moment to check her phone. 6:47. She had been sitting in the car for over four hours. Time flew by when she wasn't paying attention but now every minute seemed agonizingly long. When he arrived, she greeted him warmly. He smiled at her and said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a chair from the corner of the lobby and sat down next to her.Forcing a smile onto his face, he opened up Instagram and started browsing through photos tagged with their location tag. When he came across one of hers he liked, he saved it and commented on it with a heart emoji. The comment received a like from the poster and a few minutes later, she received a notification that someone had liked her photo.That person turned out to be Jazmine. 2 likes. 3 comments. 5 followers. Nothing much happening here. 

She opened Instagram again and switched from the photo of the sunrise to a selfie she had taken earlier in the day. Makeup and hair done. Curly hair out of her eyes. Lipstick and eyeshadow applied. Nose ring and earrings in.Perfection. That's what she called her look. Desi girl meets Hollywood glamour.She posted the picture and added the obligatory hashtags - makeup, hairstylist, photographer, actor, singer, dancer, etc. Singer? Dancer? Why must you add these tags? she thought to herself. You are not a child anymore. You are not limited by the borders of this small country. Be who you want to be and stop trying to please everyone.Stop being afraid of what others think. This isn't your parents' India. This is your India. 

Jazmin entered the room. She signaled Kamil and Shraddha towards the set for the last scene of the day.While the other two waited outside, Jasmine took off her jacket and handed it to the designer whose name badge read Shantanu. Thank you, sir,' Jasmine said in her thick Indian accent. 'I hope you like my look in this scene.' Shantanu looked at her admiringly. 'You look beautiful, Jasmine,' he said.

All of them finished the music video shoot. The time was 11.30pm. Kamil gave Jasmine a ride home, his home probably, thought Shraddha who was the only one that knew Kamil and Jasmine were dating.

Shraddha went towards the parking lot and sat in her car. The driver came back from washroom and started the car. They were mid-way home, when the engine started rattling and the car stopped. The road was deserted and no car seemed in sight.What the heck? The driver must have broken down. Or maybe he just wanted to take a break. It was a long, exhausting day.

Driver seemed panicked and he ran out and started inspecting what was the problem with the car. Shraddha was already frustrated. She had a long day. She didn't want any of this. She asked the driver how long would it take to fix he car.He said fifteen minutes. He was sure it was just a simple fix.

Fifteen minutes later, the car was still not fixed. Shraddha was pissed at this point. She yelled at the driver to fix her car and leave it her home. She was gonna take a cab and head back home. 

She opened up her cab app and called for cab. Soon she find out that a Rickshaw had been assigned to her and she was more pissed than ever. "Why is everything bad happening to me today?" she screamed. She wanted a comfortable ride back home in a car but she got a rickshaw. 

The rickshaw stopped near her and she saw the driver. He was a old man, with grey hair and scruffy grey beard. His face was full of acne and pimples, an ugly sight to look at. His nametag read Manglu. He said "Get in and let's get going". He had not recognized that his passenger was the famous actress Shraddha and not some regular Indian lady. He seemed drunk.

But Shraddha was in a bad mood and didn't seem to care about such details. She got in and told Manglu to hurry up.He didn't reply. He was probably too busy staring at her cleavage. She could see him checking her out and she felt uncomfortable. She had changed from her Indian dress into a tank top and mini-skirt. Maglu turned on the rickshaw and zoomed ahead. He was drunk and was driving roughly on the road.She told him so and he ignored her.

They were close to her house when he took a turn too sharply and crashed into a tree. The impact threw him off balance and he fell off the rickshaw. Ouch!' he screamed and grabbed his arm. His blood alcohol level was rising and he was becoming more and more aggressive. He cursed at her and her only reply was to flip him off.He grabbed her hand and shoved it in his mouth. "Don't you dare ever do that again, missy," he growled in her hand "I will break your fingers next time." She pulled her hand out and told him he was drunk and that he needed to go home. He didn't reply. Shraddha pulled he finger out of his mouth and was disgusted with all the saliva dripping from it.She pulled her hand out and told him he was drunk and that he needed to go home. He didn't reply. Shraddha pulled her finger out of his mouth and was disgusted with all the saliva dripping from it. She cursed at him. He cursed back. She had enough. She was tired and didn't have energy to fight with him. Her house was near and she decided to just walk home. She started walking but Manglu grabbed her arm and pulled her towards himself. He saw her face shinning in the moonlight, and finally recognized her. "You are Shraddha Kapoor, the famous Bollywood actress. I just fapped watching your music video where you were dancing in a bikini before coming her" said Manglu.He gave her a menacing  grin and she saw his ugly teeth stained with all the pan-masala that he was eating. Suddenly feeling nauseous, she removed herself from his grip and walked away. Shraddha knew what was coming. He was going to fuck her. There was no other choice. There was no one else on the road to help her. She wanted to go home, but Manglu won't allow it. She hadn't slept for 2 days. So decided to offer herself to Manglu and ask him to not harm her, just fuck her and drop her home."Listen, I know what you want. You can fuck me here. I am too tired to think any other alternative to get out of this situation" she said to him.Manglu looked down at her and smiled wickedly. 

“Are you really as stupid as people say you are, Missy? he asked her. "Do you really think I was going to force you to have sex with me? If I did that, you could get me arrested and ruin my and my family's life. I was just going to ask you to dance for me while I fapped watching you. But now as I have your permission, I am going down on you."His words shocked her and made her feel guilty. How could I have been so stupid?" But now she had no choice but to get fucked. She stood there by a tree and offered herself to him.“Please don't hurt me, Mr. Manglu... Please sir... Just fucking take advantage of me and leave me alone!

He put his left hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their chest banged against each other and now he was breathing right into her face. He raised his right hand and held her face and went in for a kiss.It wasn't soft or gentle. Instead it was hot and hungry like something out of a porno movie. They kissed for almost 30 seconds until their tongues met. It was electric. When they broke apart, both of them were gasping for air.Both of them were sweating profusely. I told you I was going to fuck you, Missy. Now I am going to fuck you properly. Open up for me.”He pushed her against the tree and unzipped his pants. His dick was huge and throbbing.It was pulsing with every beat of his heart. “Open up baby, let me see that pretty pussy".

 She did as he said and exposed her pink folds to him. He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue around it. She felt waves of euphoria crash over her and she cried out with each one.Her whole body became electrified and every part of her lit up like fireworks.The longer he licked her clit, the stronger those feelings got. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and screamed with all her might. Fireworks, baby! That is what you are going to see when I fuck you with this big dick of mine. She ran her hands down and grabbed his head and pushed it towards her. His hair were greasy and dirty but she didn't care anymore. He was licking her clit and strangely she seemed to enjoy it. Her whole body seemed to be on fire and she couldn't stop shaking. Manglu kept sucking her clit and flicking his tongue around it. She took of her top and bra. Now she was completely naked. She asked him gently to move up and make some love to her breast.He did as she asked and sucked her nipples gently. Then he moved up and kissed her again. My turn baby. Suck my dick and get ready for a good fuck. I am going to cum soon and you are going to swallow it like a good little girl' he said to her.

She bent down on her knees and flipped her beautiful, smooth hair on her back. Maglu spread his right palm and grabbed her from top of her head. He placed his left hand on her breast and was fondling them. 

She unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, extremely smelly dick.She sucked it gently at first and then harder and faster. She could feel her mouth becoming raw from all the sucking. He was helping her by moving her head along so she could suck his dick easily.He was getting harder and harder and she could feel his balls tightening. She sucked harder and faster and he was grunting with each thrust. He was praising her for the good blowjob she was giving him and reminded her that she was better as a whore than an Bollywood actress.

She felt guilty but also felt very satisfied. She sucked and sucked and his dick got bigger and bigger and his balls got tighter and tighter. She stopped sucking his dick, pulled it out from her mouth, spat on it and started stroking it fast. She looked up and smiled at him expecting some pets on her head for all her good work.Instead he grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take it in her mouth. This is my bitch. Suck it slut. You are going to love this dick. It is going to fuck you properly and give you what you want. Just watch my balls as I fuck you.I am going to cum soon and you are going to swallow it. I told you I was going to cum soon and he warned her that she was going to taste his cum no matter what she did. She struggled a little but not too much. After all she was a good little cock sucker and knew how to handle a big dick.She felt hot and sexy and wanted more and more and more.

He was trying to force her to take it deeper in her throat but she resisted. It was choking her and she had to breathe through her nose to get air. I need to get fucked properly. I need a cock in my mouth and a hand on my breast while I get fucked properly.He moved up and put his dick in her mouth and pushed her head down. She gagged a little but managed to deep throat it.

He pushed her head down further and she gagged even more. His balls were slapping against her chin and she felt hot and bothered.

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To be continued.... Next update coming soon..........