Fantasy Kareena kapoor in web series

[Chuland]

PART - 2

"Cut! Cut! That's a wrap for today," the director's voice boomed through the soundstage, echoing off the tall, bare walls.

Kareena Kapoor, the Bollywood superstar known for her wholesome image, took a deep breath and slowly removed the silicone phallus from her mouth. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she was determined to nail this scene for her first foray into the world of adult web series. She wiped the fake saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at the director with a mix of hope and trepidation.

"Rohit, I gave it my all," she said, her voice slightly shaky.

Director Rohit, a young man with a sharp gaze and a penchant for pushing boundaries, strode over to her. He studied her for a moment, his eyes scrutinizing every line on her face, every quiver of her lip. "It's not about effort, Kareena," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "It's about the effect on camera. It's not coming through the way we need it to."

Kareena felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Despite her initial hesitation, she had thrown herself into this scene, willing to break free from her pristine image. The room was still, the crew waiting for Rohit's verdict. She could feel the weight of their eyes on her. "What do you suggest?" she asked, her voice low.



Rohit rubbed his chin, contemplating his next move. "We need to find a way to make this look more authentic," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "More... visceral." His words hung in the air, charged with implication. "We're not just making a scene, we're telling a story, and for that, we need real emotion."

Kareena swallowed hard. The thought of what he was suggesting was both thrilling and terrifying. But she was an actress, and she knew that sometimes you had to go the extra mile. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Rohit leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers. "You're a sex worker in this scene, Kareena. You're not just doing a job; you're giving Vicky, your customer, the best experience of his life. You're here to make him feel like a king. And you," he said, turning to Vicky, "you're not just a man receiving pleasure. You're lost in the moment, in the power play. Both of you need to look like you're enjoying this."

Kareena nodded slowly, understanding the depth of what Rohit was asking. She took a deep breath and tried to mentally transform herself into the character. This wasn't just a scene anymore; it was a performance that required her to tap into a world she had never experienced. She looked over at Vicky, who was already in character, his eyes hungry and demanding.

"Okay," she said, her voice stronger this time. "Let's do it again."



Rohit nodded, his eyes lighting up with a spark of excitement. He stepped back, watching as Kareena and Vicky took their places. The set was dimly lit, with a single spotlight focusing on the makeshift bed where the two actors were situated. The director called for action, and Kareena took a deep breath, her hand wrapping around the dildo once more.

This time, as she brought it to her mouth, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Vicky's actual manhood. She thought of the smell of his cologne, the feel of his skin against her cheek, and the taste of his mouth when they had kissed in rehearsals. She began to suck and bob her head, her movements slow and sensual at first, then gradually increasing in tempo and intensity.

Vicky, on the other hand, had always been a method actor, and he took Rohit's words to heart. He stared down at Kareena, his eyes glazed with lust. He didn't just see her as a co-star; he saw her as his personal escort for the night, someone who was there solely for his pleasure. He reached out and gripped her hair, guiding her movements as if he were truly lost in the moment.

"Aaahh kya mast chusati hai re tu," he groaned, his voice gruff and needy. His grip tightened, urging her to take more, to push the boundaries of what she thought she could handle. "Aur le...chat mere lund ko...faster."



Kareena's eyes watered as she tried to keep up with Vicky's demands, her jaw working tirelessly around the dildo. She knew she had to sell the scene, had to make it look like she was truly enjoying herself. "Mazaa aa raha hai na Sahab aapko?" she murmured, her voice thick with faux desire. "Apka lund chusne me bahut mazaa aata hai mujhe."

Vicky's groans grew louder, more genuine, as Kareena's performance began to affect him. "Harder," he rasped, his hips bucking slightly. "Show me how much you love it."

Kareena took the cue and increased her pace, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with renewed vigor. She could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she focused on the task at hand. Vicky's words were like a script she had to follow, and she was becoming more and more invested in her role.

"Aur le," Vicky grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Chat zara aur."

Kareena obeyed, her teeth grazing the base of the dildo as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft. The room was thick with the tension of the scene, the air heavy with the scent of lust and anticipation. The director's eyes were glued to the monitor, his expression a mix of concentration and satisfaction.

"Cut!" Rohit's voice sliced through the silence like a knife.



Kareena paused, the dildo still in her mouth, her eyes wide with confusion and a hint of embarrassment. She slowly pulled away, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Vicky, who was equally as surprised by the sudden interruption. The director's expression was a storm cloud of dissatisfaction.

"The angle is not working," Rohit shouted, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Your cock and Kareena's dildo are not aligning. In some shots, it's clear as day." He pointed at the monitor, where the scene played out in high definition. Sure enough, the fake member and the prop she was using to simulate a blowjob were not matching up convincingly.

The room remained still as the weight of his words settled over them. Kareena's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She had given it her all, had tried to be the seductress Rohit needed for this scene, but it wasn't enough. Vicky, equally flustered, looked down at his crotch and then back at Kareena, his own discomfort palpable.

Rohit stormed over to the bed, his eyes never leaving the screen. "We can't have this," he said, his voice tight with agitation. "This is supposed to be a steamy, realistic scene. We need the audience to believe it's the real deal." He paused, tapping his foot impatiently. "We need to fix this. Now."


The makeup artist, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense attitude, stepped forward, her eyes flicking from the monitor to Kareena's still-exposed dildo. "We can use some strategic angles," she offered. "And maybe a little more makeup to blend the dildo into the scene."

Rohit nodded, his mind racing. "That might work," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But it's still not what I'm looking for." He paused, then a mischievous glint entered his eye. "What if we just...used the real thing?"

The room collectively gasped. Kareena and Vicky exchanged glances, their eyes wide with shock. "You want us to...?" Kareena started, unable to complete her sentence.

Rohit nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, Kareena. Vicky, I need you to be ready to perform without the prop. It's the only way we're going to make this look authentic."

Vicky looked at Kareena, his eyes questioning. She could see the excitement in them, the thrill of the challenge. He was always up for pushing the envelope, and she knew that he didn't need much persuasion to go full frontal.

"Are you okay with this, Kareena?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

Kareena's heart pounded in her chest. The thought of performing oral sex on Vicky on camera was daunting, but she was an actress, and she had signed up for this. She took a deep breath and nodded, her resolve firming. "If it's what the scene needs," she said, her voice steady.


Vicky's eyes widened, his shock giving way to excitement. He looked down at his crotch and then back at Kareena, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm ready," he said, his voice full of confidence.

The crew scurried around, making the necessary adjustments. The makeup artist gave Kareena a reassuring pat on the shoulder before whispering a few words of encouragement. The cameraman shifted his equipment, ensuring that every angle would be captured perfectly. The set felt like it was holding its breath, anticipating the raw intensity that was about to unfold

.

Kareena took a moment to compose herself, her hand shaking slightly as she reached for Vicky's zipper. Her heart was racing, but she knew that she had to give the performance of her life. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused on the character she was playing—a sex worker eager to satisfy her client.

With trembling fingers, she unzipped Vicky's pants, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. He was already hard, the anticipation of the scene making him throb with need. She paused for a second, then took his erection in her hand, feeling the heat and weight of it. Vicky sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes never leaving hers.



Slowly, Kareena leaned in, her lips parting slightly. The camera zoomed in, capturing every moment as she brought her mouth closer to his cock. She knew that she had to make this look as real as possible, even though she wasn't going to actually perform the act. Her heart was racing, but she focused on the job at hand, her mind racing with the story she was telling.

As her mouth hovered just above Vicky's erect penis, she paused, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. She could feel his excitement and the crew's anticipation in the tension that filled the room. This was it—the moment that would define her career. With a deep breath, she brought her hand up to cup his balls, her thumb gently stroking the base of his shaft.

"Take it in your mouth, Kareena," Vicky urged, his voice thick with desire.

Kareena hesitated, her eyes flickering over to Rohit. "We're not actually going to do it, right?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rohit's eyes never left the monitor. "It's just for the camera, Kareena," he assured her, his tone firm yet understanding. "You're not actually going to take it in your mouth. We'll get the motion down, and the editing will handle the rest."

Vicky, however, was not so convinced. He had been expecting a real blowjob from the Bollywood superstar, his excitement now giving way to disappointment. "But," he protested, "it won't be the same. The audience will know."



Rohit sighed, his eyes never leaving the screen. "It's the best we can do," he said, his voice firm. "We're not in the business of making porn, Vicky. We're telling a

story."

Vicky's shoulders slumped, his eyes darkening with disappointment. He had been so sure that today would be the day he would get to feel Kareena's lips wrapped around his cock, a fantasy that had played in his mind for years. The reality was a stark contrast to his imaginings, and he couldn't hide his dissatisfaction. "Fine," he grumbled, his voice laced with annoyance.

Kareena, feeling the weight of the situation, took a moment to collect herself. She knew that she had to deliver a performance that would not only satisfy the director but also the millions of viewers who would be watching. She looked down at Vicky's erect cock in her hand, feeling the heat and the pulse of his desire. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her lips hovering just millimeters away from the tip.

Vicky's thoughts were racing. He was so close to experiencing a fantasy he had harbored for years—Kareena Kapoor, the epitome of Bollywood beauty, on her knees in front of him, ready to take his cock into her mouth. He knew that they weren't actually going to do it, but the thought of it was driving him wild. He watched as she teased him, her eyes locked on his, her hand working him with a surprising amount of skill.

A wild idea began to form in Vicky's mind. He knew that the scene would be edited, but what if they could make it look real enough that no one would know the difference? He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to be subtle, to make it seem like it was all part of the performance. He took a moment to appreciate the power dynamics at play—he was the one calling the shots here, and she was the one at his mercy.

"Rohit," Vicky said, his voice filled with an urgency that he hoped sounded convincing. "You're right. We need to tell the story. But the audience will see my cock, they'll know she's not actually giving me a blowjob. It's like we're giving them half a scene."

Rohit's eyes narrowed as he studied Vicky. He knew the actor was pushing his limits, but he also knew that Vicky was right. The scene needed to be as authentic as possible to truly resonate with their viewers. "I understand your concern," he said carefully. "But we have to work within the constraints we've set for ourselves."

Vicky didn't miss a beat. "But what if we don't?" he asked, his voice laced with a daring challenge. "What if we just go for it?"

Rohit's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but before he could respond, Vicky continued. "I mean, we're all adults here, and we're telling a story about adults. If we want the audience to truly feel the passion, the rawness of this scene, we need to show them what's really happening." He glanced at Kareena, her eyes still wide with shock. "What do you say, Kareena? Will you go all in?"

Kareena felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She was torn between the thrill of the challenge and the fear of what it would mean for her image. She knew that if she did this, there would be no going back. She would be crossing a line that once crossed, could never be uncrossed. She looked at Vicky, then at Rohit, who was watching her with a mix of anticipation and respect.

"I...I need a moment," she finally managed to say, her voice barely audible.

Rohit nodded, his expression a mix of understanding and frustration. "Take your time," he said, his voice a little softer. "This is a big ask."

The silence in the room was thick with tension as Kareena contemplated her decision. Her mind raced with thoughts of her career, her family, and the millions of fans who adored her. Could she risk it all for this one scene? For this one moment of raw, unfiltered art?

"Look, Kareena," Rohit began, his voice soothing yet firm. "You've got this. This is an adult web series. It's not like your Bollywood career is going anywhere. In fact, this could be the thing that reignites it. Trust me, after this scene, you'll come back stronger than ever." He paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers. "And you know what's the best part?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll have me to thank for it. And I'll take my thanks in a very... special way."

Kareena felt a jolt of surprise and something else—desire?—at his words. Rohit was hinting at something she hadn't even considered. Her eyes darted to Vicky, who was watching the exchange with a smirk, as if he knew exactly what was going on. The director's cocky confidence was infectious, and she found herself torn between the need to maintain her image and the thrill of the taboo.

"We'll do it," she said finally, her voice firm. "But only if it's essential for the scene."

Rohit's smirk grew wider, and he nodded. "It is," he assured her. "It's the only way we can truly capture the intensity of this moment."

Kareena took a deep breath and leaned in, her lips parting. Vicky's cock was hot and hard in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. This was it. This was the moment that would either make or break her. She knew that if she didn't do this right, it would be obvious in the final cut.

As she brought her mouth closer to Vicky's erection, he whispered, "Chal rand chus mera lund jaise ek lollypop," his voice low and filled with a teasing challenge. Kareena's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis, her tongue flicking out to taste him. Vicky's groan was immediate, his hand tightening in her hair.

"That's it," he murmured, his hips lifting slightly. "Take it deeper, Kareena." He watched with hungry eyes as she took his entire length into her mouth, her throat working to accommodate him. He pushed forward, his cock sliding deeper, feeling the warmth and wetness of her mouth. The sight of Kareena Kapoor, the woman he had lusted after for years, willingly sucking him off was more than he could have ever imagined.

Kareena's eyes watered as she fought the gag reflex, her mind racing with the reality of what she was doing. But she was an actress, and she knew that the scene required this level of commitment. She focused on the character, the desperate need to please her client, to make him feel like a king. She swallowed around him, her throat muscles tightening as she took

him all in.

Vicky's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. "You are my raand," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your duty is to suck my cock all day."

Kareena's eyes widened as she felt his cock hit the back of her throat, the gag reflex threatening to overwhelm her. But she pushed through it, determined to give the performance of her life. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Vicky's breathing grew ragged, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her struggle to take him all in.

"Lick it," he demanded, his voice gruff. "Like it's your favorite ice cream, Kareena."

Her eyes watering, Kareena did as she was told, her tongue darting out to lick the length of his shaft. She tasted the saltiness of his skin, the faint hint of sweat and arousal. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. She took a deep breath and focused on the scene, on the story they were telling. This was about desire and power, about two people playing out their darkest fantasies.

"Yes, like that," Vicky encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take it all in."

Kareena, lost in the scene, followed his commands, her hand cupping his balls as she bobbed her head in time with his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in his body, his legs trembling slightly as she worked him. The director's voice echoed in the background, giving them cues and direction, but all she could focus on was the man in front of her. The power she had over him in that moment was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill of excitement that she had never experienced before.

"Fuck, Kareena," Vicky moaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're doing it perfect." His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze pushing her to give him more. "You love sucking cock, don't you?"

Kareena's heart was racing as she licked and sucked, her mind reeling from the realization that she was actually enjoying this. The taste of him, the feel of his manhood in her mouth, it was all so...dominant. So raw. So unlike anything she had ever done before. "Mmmhmm," she murmured around his cock, taking it deeper, her eyes never leaving his.

Vicky's eyes narrowed with pleasure as he watched her, the thrill of watching his fantasy come to life making him even harder. "Just like that," he groaned. "You're my little slut now, aren't you?"

Kareena's cheeks flushed at his words, but she didn't stop. Instead, she took his cock out of her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as she looked up at him. "Is this what you want, Sahab?" she murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of challenge and need. "To treat me like this?"

Vicky's eyes blazed with desire. "Yes," he hissed, his hand pushing her head back down. "You're my whore. Your only purpose is to make me cum."

Kareena's heart raced as she took him back in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. The words stung, but she found them oddly arousing. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like an object of pure sexual desire. It was intoxicating, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.

As she took him deeper, Vicky's grip on her hair tightened, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that she quickly matched with her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed and tightened with every stroke of her tongue. The sound of his moans filled her ears, egging her on, making her want to push him over the edge.

Kareena's jaw began to ache, and she knew she couldn't keep this up for much longer. The camera was rolling, capturing every moment of this intimate act, and she could feel the weight of their gazes on her. Yet she pushed through the exhaustion, her focus solely on Vicky and the scene. She had to make this look real, had to make the audience believe she was truly enjoying herself.

With each thrust, Vicky's cock grew larger in her mouth, filling her completely. She could feel the head of his penis brushing against the back of her throat, and she knew that she was close to her limit. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her tongue working tirelessly as she tried to keep up with his pace.

Vicky's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of lust and power. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her—on her knees, sucking his cock like a common slut. He could feel his orgasm building, the heat and tightness in his balls signaling that he was close. "Fuck, Kareena," he groaned, his voice tight with need. "You're going to make me cum."

Kareena's eyes watered as she took him deeper, her throat straining around his girth. She felt used, objectified, but also strangely empowered. Vicky's words, though harsh, were a turn-on, pushing her to give him what he wanted. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Suddenly, Rohit's voice cut through the haze of passion. "Remember, Kareena," he called out. "Don't stop when he's close. Vicky, pull out and cum on her face."

Kareena's eyes widened with shock, but she didn't protest. Instead, she doubled down on her efforts, her mouth moving faster and more vigorously over Vicky's cock. She knew that this was what Rohit wanted, what the scene needed. She could feel the heat building in Vicky's body, the tension coiling tightly in his muscles.

"Fuck, Kareena," he groaned, his grip on her hair becoming almost painful. "I'm gonna cum."

Kareena's eyes widened with anticipation as she felt Vicky's cock swell in her mouth. She knew the director's instructions and was ready for the climax of the scene, both literally and figuratively. She had never done anything like this before, but the thrill of the moment and the intense connection with Vicky's eyes kept her going.

Vicky's hips bucked as he neared his peak, the sensations in his cock becoming too much to bear. He could feel the warmth building, his balls tightening, and the urge to release becoming irresistible. With a final groan, he pulled out, his cock glistening with Kareena's saliva. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement, her makeup slightly smeared from the exertion.

"Do it," Rohit instructed, his voice sharp. "Cum on her face, Vicky. Give the audience what they want."

Vicky's eyes never left Kareena's as he pulled out, his cock pulsing with the effort of holding back his orgasm. The power play was intoxicating, the knowledge that she was at his mercy. He took aim, his hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, and with a final, guttural groan, he released. Thick ropes of cum arced through the air, landing on Kareena's cheeks, her nose, and finally her mouth.

Kareena's eyes widened with shock as the hot, sticky liquid painted her face. She had never experienced anything so raw, so degrading, yet so utterly thrilling. The taste was salty and bitter, coating her tongue and filling her mouth. Her heart raced as she realized that she had just been used for Vicky's pleasure, that she had allowed herself to be treated like a mere object.

But even as the reality of the situation set in, she couldn't ignore the pulsing heat between her legs. The scene had ignited a fire in her that she hadn't felt in years. The power dynamics, the raw sexuality, it was all so...exciting. She looked up at Vicky, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction, and felt a strange sense of victory.

"Cut!" Rohit's voice echoed through the silent set, breaking the spell that had fallen over them. The crew let out a collective sigh of relief, some of them averting their eyes from the explicit scene they had just witnessed. Kareena slowly got to her feet, her legs shaky from the intensity of the moment.

Vicky's chest heaved as he zipped up his pants, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leaned down to whisper in Kareena's ear, "That was the hottest scene ever, Kareena. You've got them all craving for more."

Kareena couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. Despite the initial shock and fear, she had pushed through, giving a performance that had left everyone on set stunned. She wiped the remnants of the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart still racing from the intensity of the scene. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the exertion.

"Well done, Kareena," Rohit said, his voice filled with satisfaction as he checked the playback on the monitor. "It was the hottest scene we've ever shot. When this hits the internet, everyone's going to be talking about it."

Kareena couldn't help but feel a thrill at his words. Despite the initial embarrassment and fear, she had done it—she had taken Vicky's cock in her mouth and made it look like she was truly enjoying it. The thought of millions of people watching her, getting off to her performance, was a heady one. She wiped the last of the cum from her face with a tissue, her heart still racing.

"And what about you, Rohit?" she asked, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "Is your...dick...also rising?" She couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth, but she felt a strange thrill at the bluntness of it.

Rohit chuckled, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're quite the observant one," he said, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants. "It seems your performance has had an effect on all of us."

Kareena felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as she took in Rohit's words. She had never seen him so...excited. "Does that mean you're happy with the scene?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Rohit nodded, his eyes still glued to the monitor. "Very happy," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's going to be a hit." He looked over at her, his gaze lingering on her cum-covered face. "But there's one more thing we need to do to make it perfect."

Kareena's heart skipped a beat as she watched him approach, his pants tenting with his obvious arousal. "What's that?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Rohit reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened cock. "It seems like your performance has had an effect on all of us," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But don't worry, I've got everything under control." He took a step closer to her, his cock bobbing slightly with each step. "Now, we need to make this scene truly authentic. Can you handle it?"

Kareena's eyes widened as she stared at Rohit's erection. She had never seen a man so...ready before. The sight was both terrifying and exhilarating. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his shaft. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I want you to finish what you started," Rohit said, his voice firm. "Take my cock in your mouth. Make me cum just like you did with Vicky."