Village girl Amala (Update : Mar 31)

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I woke up drenched in sweat. The week had just flown by like a breeze. I looked at the clock, it was 9 AM that Saturday morning. With a heavy feeling in my heart, I slowly slid off my bed and headed into the shower.   “Make sure you be here on time, you little slut. Follow everything Mohan tells you to do or I will take you to the slums to get fucked by every man there.”, Grandpa held my arm as he whispered this to me before I left for home that rainy night. “Keep your pussy shaved.”, he smiled slyly at me. The words kept echoing in my head. I was still in disbelieve on what had taken place that night.   15 minutes later, I exited the shower, wiping myself as I looked down at my freshly shaven pussy and legs. Grabbing my track pants and a fresh t-shirt from the closet, I silently prayed that Grandpa would not allow Mr Mohan to take advantage of me. I had told my parents I will be meeting up with Smitha at the mall close by to watch a movie.   I slowly started walking towards the direction of Nani’s house, trying to maximize the time it took to reach the little single-story house.

The area around the house was particularly quiet as all the neighbouring houses were distanced very far apart, fields and little farms were spread in between the area. Chickens and cows roamed around freely without a care in the world.    “Amala Dear!”, Grandpa said out loud, looking at my face as I pushed the outside gate open to their little garden. Grandpa was standing outside wearing his old worn-out shirt and a white dhoti, a little cup in his hand, a wide smile on his face.   “Hi Grandpa”, I said softly, looking down at my feet. I did not want to look at him.   He placed his arms around me, the fingers gently massaging my shoulders. “I hope you are excited for today…”, he said as he slowly guided me into the hall. Looks like Nani has already left to the village next door for her event. I was praying she had decided to stay back as I let out a little sigh.    “Yes…yes…Grandpa.”, I lied.  Mr Mohan was already there.

The big man was in slacks and a tight polo shirt, his big stomach was sticking out as he adjusted the camcorder on a tripod. The camcorder was facing the 3-seater couch in the hall. I noticed Mr Mohan didn’t have his rings on today but the heavy gold chain still swung freely from around his neck. He turned around and took a long look at me, a slight look of disappointment came across his face as he saw I had long pants on. “Good morning, dear”, he adjusted his face into a smile, wishing me cheerily.   “Morning uncle.”, I said softly, looking at the tripod he was setting up. On the table in front of him was a small digital camera, against the wall close to the entrance to the living room, two small luggage bags were placed on top of one another, presumably with the clothes he wanted me to model for him.  

Mr Mohan stood up, facing me, his stomach inches away from my breasts. He pushed the loose strands of hair back behind my ear, the feeling of his touch making me uneasy. “Are you ready for today?”  “Yes.”, I said softly, lying again. In truth I just wanted to go home and be away from these two. I know Grandpa was watching me from behind.   “We will start with a short video interview.”, he continued, his right hand on my shoulder, gently pressing it. “If you are ready, you can have a seat first.”, he pointed to the couch. Then looked back at me, adjusting my hair slightly. I moved around the table and sat in the middle of the couch, looking at the camcorder, wondering what sort of interview this was going to be.   Mr Mohan sat down on the rattan chair, his eyes looking at the little pop out screen. Grandpa stood behind him, still holding his cup, looking at me, his face grim. I could feel his eyes warning me not to cause a scene.  



“Lean back … cross your legs.”, Mr Mohan said, his eyes still on the camcorder screen.   I shifted my body, placing my right leg over my left knee.   “We will start now.”, he said curtly, as he pressed the record button. He took a piece of paper from the table, and started to ask me some basic questions. Name. Age. Where I lived. What courses I intended to pursue in the future. My dreams and aspirations.   Everything seems normal. The questions nothing out of the ordinary.   Mr Mohan stopped for a second, looking at me, a little smile on his face.   “How big are your breasts?”  “Sorry?...”, I was a bit taken aback by his question.   “”Your breasts. What size?”. I saw standing Grandpa behind him, looking at me.  “Uhmm… 36 …. 36 C.”, I looked down.  “Keep your eyes on the camcorder.”, he said in a serious tone. “Nipple colour?”  What the hell.   “Hmm…. Dark brown…”, I replied.  “Do you masturbate?”  My eyes widened.

Were these questions on the list, I wondered. “Urm… yes… yes I do…”  “How often?”, Mr Mohan was looking at the little camcorder screen, looking at the discomfort on my face from his line of questions. Grandpa stood there motionless.   “2.. or 3 times… a week”, I answered truthfully. Feeling a little shy.   “Focus on the camcorder. Do you use any toys?”  “Toys?”  “Dildo? Vibrator?”, I saw a creepy smile on Mr Mohan’s face.   “Uh.. no.. no toys”. Of course I didn’t have any toys. I didn’t even know where to buy any of these. The risk of buying anything online and being delivered to my conservative home was too big of a chance that I was not willing to take.   “Are you a virgin?”  “What?! Are these questions really necessary?”, I blurted out.  “Answer him.”, Grandpa said, his eyes locking into mine, his lips a thin line with no expression.   “Er… no… I am not.”, I said, looking down. How could I tell him that the first cock to enter me was Grandpa’s.

The memory came flooding back into my brain.   “Ok. That’s great.” Mr Mohan said, pressing a button on the camcorder. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”, chuckling to himself. “Venkayya  Ji, can we get her to change so we can start with the photoshoot?”  “Of course, Mohan. Do what you need to do.”, Grandpa replied him, a little smile on his face. 


Mr Mohan stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing.   “What will she be wearing, Mohan?”. I heard Grandpa ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera.   “We will start with something simple, Mohan Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, dear.”  I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Mohan, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Mohan had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing.   I took the clothes from Mr Mohan and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror.



The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.  I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Grandpa and Mr Mohan. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Grandpa was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Mohan standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch.   “How does it fit, dear?”, Mr Mohan asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest.   “The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him.   “Let me see.”  I came a little closer to him. Mr Mohan put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin.

“Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Grandpa as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, dear”, he said. Grandpa was watching everything from his chair.   I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Mohan looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Grandpa.   “That’s good, Mohan.”, Grandpa replied, smiling at us.   “Pose as you were just now, dear.”  I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click.   “Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly.  



“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Mohan looked up at me from the camera   I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands.   “Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”  I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.  “Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click.   Grandpa’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile.   “Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”  I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men.   “Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”.

I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Mohan said.   *Click. *Click.   “I know what would help.”, Grandpa spoke out suddenly. Mr Mohan stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Grandpa. “Come here, Dear.”  Shit. What did Grandpa want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle.   Mr Mohan was watching Grandpa’s every move. Grandpa slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Mohan?”  “Venkayya Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Mohan readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, dear.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh.

I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit.   “Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Grandpa’s idea. Mr Mohan had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting.   “What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him.   “Follow what Mohan says Dear. He knows what would work.”, Grandpa said, his sentence more of a command than a statement.   I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Mohan, who had his mouth slightly open.  



“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK dear. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Grandpa hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest.   I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Mohan and Grandpa could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.  “That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.    Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.

“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Mohan 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 Mohan 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 Grandpa’s eyes. Mr Mohan 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 Mohan 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 Mohan 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 Mohan’s face. Grandpa stood up, walking slowly towards me.   “Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”  “Grandpa… 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 Mohan 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 Grandpa say.  I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Grandpa 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… Grandpa.”, 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 Mohan 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.    “Mohan, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Grandpa ask Mr Mohan.   “Yes Mohan 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, dear.”, Mr Mohan 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, Venkayya Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin.   “I agree, Mohan.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me.   Mr Mohan 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, dear”, Mr Mohan’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, Mohan.”, Grandpa said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Amala Dear.”, he asked me sweetly.   ‘’Yes Grandpa.”, I rolled my eyes.   “Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Mohan 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, dear.”, 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 Mohan 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, dear?”, Grandpa asked, looking at my hard nipples.   “Yes, Venkayya Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Mohan readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”  I slowly pulled my top up as the under boob 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.”, Grandpa 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.   “Grandpa…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Mohan to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest.   “This pose is perfect.”, Mr Mohan said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”  “Follow his instructions.”, Grandpa commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine.




He stood behind Mr Mohan, 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, Mohan.”, Grandpa’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body.   “Thank you, Mohan Ji. One more pose, dear.”, I could see the tent on Mr Mohan’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Grandpa 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 Mohan came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, dear. 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.”, Grandpa commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Grandpa sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Mohan?”.  “Yes, Venkayya 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.   Grandpa slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt.  

“Grandpa..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Mohan.   “Shhh…don’t worry Dear. 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, Mohan?”  “No…no Venkayya Ji.”, I heard Mr Mohan say from behind me. He was watching Grandpa’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.”, Grandpa commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Mohan?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Mohan. Grandpa 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 Mohan continued taking photos. This time with Grandpa’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.

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