Fantasy Kavya ~ teacher [ Sci-Fi]

[Haran000]

Samatha is a star heroine, currently 34 years old. She recently divorced her husband. After the divorce, she has become extremely bold and is taking on big film projects, advertisements, etc., one after another. She has now become one of the most famous celebrities in India.

She offered me a photoshoot. And now we are about to start the shoot.

Samatha arrived at my studio wearing a red saree. She looked incredibly beautiful in that saree.

The moment I saw her, one thought crossed my mind:  
“How could her husband ever leave such a stunningly beautiful woman?”

Dressed in a red saree, with red lipstick on her lips, red sandals on her feet — oh my god, she looked exactly like a ripe, juicy Kashmir apple in red.

She was so breathtakingly beautiful that I wondered if it was even possible for someone at 36 to look this gorgeous. It was a level of beauty I had never seen before in my life.

Cherry-like lips, a body so soft that it seemed it would melt if touched, eyes filled with such seductive desire that they could arouse any man with just one glance, a delicate waist, and a tiny mole on her lower back that I found extremely attractive. Her face was lit up with a gentle smile. She was extraordinarily beautiful.

**Samatha:** Shri, have you set up the lighting? Shall we start?

**Me:** Yes, okay madam.

**Samatha:** No need for too many shots. Just a few simple pictures. Please be quick, I have a meeting to attend.

I started clicking her photos. She gave some nice poses. After taking about 16 photos, I showed her the display.

She selected 3 photos. I sent them to her. She uploaded them on Instagram.

Then she told me:

**Samatha:** You have to come with me. I need stills clicked at the meeting venue too.

I agreed. I covered that meeting as well, went home, did the post-editing, and shared the final photos with her.

Later that evening, Pavani called me.

**Pavani:** How did the shoot go, ra?

**Me:** Super! The shoot was fine, but Samatha… man, she is something else. Even at this age, she looks so damn beautiful. You should ask her how she maintains herself like that.

**Pavani:** Oh, so she impressed you that much? Better than me?

**Me:** No baby, it’s not like that. It’s just amazing how well she maintains herself.

Then, on the 16th, another branding shoot was fixed. We started again.  
The costume designer really did a fantastic job — no matter how much they were paid, it was worth it. Samatha looked stunningly beautiful in those outfits.

She was cute, hot, super gorgeous. Whenever she looked towards the camera, it felt like she was looking straight at me. Those seductive eyes were driving me crazy. I could feel myself getting hard right there in the studio. I told them “I’ll be back in a minute” and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.

We continued shooting. She changed into many different outfits and looked breathtaking in each one.

Especially when she came in that final red dress — her thighs were visible, she was sitting on the sofa giving poses. God! That beauty, that sensuality… if my staff hadn’t been there, I might have just grabbed her tightly right then and there.

But I controlled myself and finished the work.

After the shoot, she came close, reviewed all the photos, and made me do the editing she wanted.

A few days passed without any work.

I spent those days obsessed with her, just staring at her photos, wondering when I’d get another chance to meet her.

Then one day she called me and said:  
“Come to my house tomorrow. I want you to take some personal pics.”

I went. She was there along with her assistant.

The assistant was a foreigner but spoke Telugu fluently. Her name was Leah. Fair-skinned, very fit body, quite attractive.

**Samatha:** Wait Shri, let me go change.

But even in her casual dress, she looked extremely cute.

**Me:** No need madam, you look amazing in this dress itself. Let’s take some photos here. If you don’t like them, then we can try another outfit.

She agreed. We arranged a few props. I set up my lighting.

I took some simple photos — her hand on the table, small smile, etc.

While I was shooting, Leah kept looking at me with a very suggestive, sexual gaze.

I showed the photos to Samatha.

**Samatha:** Wow super Shri! You clicked them beautifully.  
(From the time of the branding shoot, she had started developing a liking towards me.)

That evening, I got a message from an unknown number: “Hi how are you?”

I replied: “Hi, who is this?”

Then the same number called.

**Me:** Hello, who is this?

**Other side:** Hi Shri, it’s Leah. Remember me?

**Me:** Oh, Leah garu…

**Leah:** Yeah… what are you doing?

**Me:** Nothing, just free.

**Leah:** Can we meet?

**Me:** Okay.

**Leah:** Come to my place. I’m sending the address.

I went to her house that night.

After a long time without sex with Pavani, and no result with my desire for Samatha, I poured all my pent-up lust on Leah that night.

While we were naked and in the middle of it, suddenly someone came in — it was Samatha.

**Samatha:** Eww Shri! What is this? I never imagined you were this kind of person.

**Me:** No madam, you’re misunderstanding. I didn’t know anything. She forced me… I mean, I got carried away and gave in… sorry.

**Leah:** Samatha, this is not his fault. I seduced him. And remember — this is our personal matter. You have no right to interfere. Just ignore it.

Samatha had come to ask for some files. Leah gave them to her.  
While that happened, Samatha’s eyes fell on my erection and she was shocked.

**Samatha:** Tch! Waste fellow… put your clothes on and get out.

**Me:** Sorry madam…

**Samatha:** Tomorrow shoot at 10. Don’t forget.

**Me:** Okay madam.

She left.

We resumed shoots again. After finishing work one day, while editing together, she came close and asked:

**Samatha:** Shri, can I ask you something?

**Me:** Yes?

**Samatha:** Am I beautiful?

**Me:** Very beautiful, madam.

**Samatha:** I mean… is every part of my body good?

I stayed silent.

**Samatha:** Tell me Shri, is there any defect in any part of my body?

I kept quiet again.

**Samatha:** Don’t feel shy. Tell me. I’ll work on improving that part.

**Me:** Actually madam… it’s…

**Samatha:** Tell me, I won’t scold you.

**Me:** Madam… your chest is a bit small. If you work on making your chest bigger, no one will match your beauty.

**Samatha:** Thanks Shri. From tomorrow I’ll start doing push-ups to build my chest.

**Me:** No madam, not that kind of chest… ayyo, how do I explain…

**Samatha:** Then what? These?

(She pointed towards her breasts.)

**Me:** Yes madam…

**Samatha:** Okay Shri, thanks.

(We also did a cooking video in between.)

Eight days passed. I had sex with Leah again during this time.

Samatha called me:

**Samatha:** You had sex with Leah again?

**Me:** Madam, she…

**Samatha:** Listen carefully — if you ever talk to her or meet her again, I will cancel our contract. Understood?

I apologized and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

The next day she called again:

**Samatha:** We’re going to a garden tomorrow. Shooting for 5 hours there.

A little later she called urgently:

**Samatha:** Come immediately to the Google location I’m sending. Bring your camera. There’s an event. Take my photos.

**Samatha:** Hey, first go to my house. Tell the watchman your name — he’ll give you the car keys. Bring the car.

I went, took her car, picked her up, clicked photos at the event. After a while she signaled me to wait outside.

Later she came and said “Get in” and we left in the car.

She took my camera from around my neck and started checking the photos.

**Samatha:** Is my chest looking a bit better now?

**Me:** Not really madam… maybe if you open one more button…

**Samatha:** You didn’t tell me when we were there, but now you’re saying it?

**Me:** I didn’t know madam… I thought you didn’t want to expose.

**Samatha:** Okay, tell me honestly — how do I look now?

**Me:** Honestly madam… among all the current actresses, you are the most beautiful.

We reached her house.

She asked me to come inside.

Her house was very clean, silent, beautifully decorated — full of flower vases, small dolls, paintings.

**Samatha:** Come Shri, let me show you the whole house.

**Me:** No madam, why all this now…

But she still took me around — even showed me her bedroom. Huge bed, white smooth bedsheet, big attached bathroom.

**Me:** You live alone in such a big house, madam?

**Samatha:** Yes.

**Me:** Staff? Workers?

**Samatha:** They come only when I call. I do most things myself — cooking, washing vessels, cleaning. Only for big jobs like deep cleaning I call them.

**Me:** But madam, the gate to the main door is quite far. If you ever need the watchman or staff urgently?

**Samatha:** I just call them. Even if I scream inside this house, no sound will reach outside.

**Me:** Wow, amazing house madam. Okay, I’ll leave now.

**Samatha:** Not “I’ll leave” — say “I’ll come back”.

I said bye and left.

Next morning she picked me up from my house for the garden shoot.

The garden belonged to her. She had sent away all the gardeners and management so there would be no disturbance.

She was wearing a black coat initially. After I set up, she removed it — revealing a colorful full-sleeve coat with floral design.

I took some photos.

Then she said:

**Samatha:** Wait here. I’ll go change and come.

She came back wearing a sleeveless jacket-top that showed her cleavage, paired with pants.

My eyes were fixed on her cleavage while she posed.

After about 2 hours, we took a break, sat down, drank cool drinks.

**Samatha:** This is the last dress. Take good close-ups.

She went to change again.

When she returned, I was stunned.

She was wearing just a bra-like top and a very short bottom — basically a tiny pair of shorts. Her breasts were tightly hugged by the bra, thighs fully visible.

I started sweating.

**Samatha:** Okay, now take close-ups.

I was speechless. She noticed my throat going dry.

I clicked photos, but my eyes were glued to her breasts the whole time.

Looking at her face and those seductive eyes, I couldn’t control myself anymore. Tension was building. She understood.

Shoot finished. She came close to see the photos, placed her hand on me.

It was afternoon. Sun was harsh. We were both sweating a lot.

Her hair scent, her sweat smell, her hand on me — everything was driving me wild.

**Samatha:** Now does my chest look good?

**Me:** Madam, please don’t ask me that…

Suddenly Leah called me.

I spoke to her for about 10 minutes.

Then Samatha snatched my phone and shouted:

**Samatha:** You bloody whore! Can’t you understand? Never call him or meet him again! Okay?

I was in complete shock.

**Samatha:** What ra? You keep someone like me beside you and still talk to that bitch?

**Me:** What are you saying madam? I don’t understand…

**Samatha:** You’ll understand soon enough… Am I not beautiful? Tell me Shri!

**Me:** You are very beautiful, madam.

**Samatha:** Then why Leah?

**Me:** Madam, what are you even saying? Why are you getting angry?

**Samatha:** Do you like me or not?

**Me:** Of course I like you, madam.

**Samatha:** Then haven’t you ever felt like sleeping with me? Haven’t you ever wanted to kiss me, hug me tight even once?

**Me:** Madam that…

Before I could finish, she came very close, held my face and kissed me on the lips.

My erection became rock hard instantly.

She pulled away, but this time I didn’t let go. I pulled her back and kissed her again. We kissed passionately for about 5 minutes — sucking lips, exchanging saliva, tongues playing with each other.

A little saliva dripped from her mouth, slid down and went between her breasts. I was staring at it.

**Samatha:** What happened ra? Look at my breasts… I wore this dress only for you today… so you would look.

I held her waist, kissed her neck. She hugged me tight and kissed me back.

I kissed her neck, collarbones, shoulders, arms…

She started opening my shirt buttons.

**Me:** Madam, you’re such a big star… I never even dreamt you would like someone like me. And I’m 10 years younger than you…

**Samatha:** So what? You liked me. When you were taking my photos, I could see the desire in your eyes.

**Me:** Really? But honestly madam, I was scared.

She rubbed my neck, caressing…

**Samatha:** Are you still scared now?

I pulled her waist closer and started kissing again.

Slowly I went down, kissed her waist, kissed her navel.

She turned around — I kissed her lower back.

Then she lifted me up.

**Samatha:** It’s been 1 year ra… since I felt a man’s touch, smelled a man’s scent. I’ve been starving for pleasure.

I hugged her tightly, pressing my chest hard against hers.

**Me:** Tell me madam… whatever kind of pleasure you want… if I have it, I’ll give it to you.

While saying this, I slowly moved my fingers to her back and tried to unhook her bra.

She stopped me.

**Me:** I want to see your breasts, madam.

**Samatha:** Wear your shirt.

I wore it.

**Samatha:** Let’s go home. Start the car.

I packed everything quickly. She put on the black coat over that revealing dress and sat in the car.

We started driving towards her house…  
On the way, she suddenly got up from her seat and told me to stop the car.