Fantasy [Celeb] Anushka's training to Raashi Khanna

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Anushka didn't stop working to lecture — that was part of it, maybe. She pulled off, spits the words at Raashi, dove back down, came up again. Talk, suck, talk, suck. The lesson landed between wet sounds.
"Remember." Lick. "You are not going to fall in love with the hero. Or the producer. Or any other man." She dragged her tongue flat and slow up the length. "You are there to make them feel lust for you." Down to the balls. "Love — let them get that from their wives." She sucked one in, rolled it, let it pop out. "You give them the raw thing. The thing that makes them come back. Your ass. Again. And again."
Raashi finally lowers and sits beside Anushka, naked and eager to learn, standing there in the low lamp light, small tits, soft belly, the whole untouched thing of her, and she didn't know what to do with her hands.
"Act like it's love, fine," Anushka went on, mouth full. "But it's love for their dick, to be precise. You're not in love with the man. You're in love with what his cock does the second you touch it."
She took both balls into her mouth, worked them with her tongue, held, released.
"Let it cum for you. And if it's already drained — let it piss for you. Doesn't matter. Get some fucking liquid out of it. For you. That's your pay check, pori. Not the role. The role is a side effect."
Then she buried her face and went to work — licking his balls in earnest now, long sloppy strokes, one hand pumping the shaft, her eyes sliding sideways to Raashi the whole time. No words. Just a look: get down here.
Raashi obeyed on shaky knees. She knelt on the other side of his legs, close enough that her shoulder brushed Anushka's, and stared at the exact spot where her teacher's tongue was working.
Anushka pulled off just enough to speak, lips still against his skin.
"Now you," she said. "Same place. Different side. Don't copy my speed — find your own. And don't think. The second you start thinking, you get clumsy."
Raashi's fingers were cold and shaking. She got them halfway around his shaft like she was holding something breakable, and her eyes were pinned on his knee, his shoulder, the sofa cushion — anywhere but his face.
"He's not going to bite, pori," Anushka muttered.
Then she grabbed a fistful of Raashi's loose hair and yanked her sideways into a kiss.
Raashi made a muffled, startled sound. Anushka didn't ease her in — she shoved her tongue straight down Raashi's throat, wet and deep, no build, no warning, one hand cupped hard on the back of Raashi's neck to keep her there. Saliva pooled, mixed, spilled at the corner of their mouths and ran to Raashi's chin. Raashi's eyes stayed wide for two seconds, then fluttered shut — and her hand tightened on his cock without her even noticing.
Anushka held the kiss way past the point of comfortable, then broke it with a wet smack, hair still fisted.
"Darling," she said, low. "You are too shy for this business."
Raashi blinked, dazed, lips shining, chest rising fast.
"You're worried about him. Your manager. How he'll look at you from tomorrow. Whether it gets weird. Whether he'll still respect you." Anushka tipped her chin up with a thumb. "Listen to me. He's already fucked your ass in his dreams. Every night since you signed. So the day you say ready — he'll tear you open in real, without one iota of hesitation about what you're feeling. That's not cruelty. That's just men. So, either you enjoy it, or you make him believe you enjoy it. Both work fine. Enjoying it is easier."
She released the hair and tapped Raashi's cheek twice, sharp little taps.
"You are an actress. So this is acting. Start acting off-screen and you'll be a diva on-screen. Every single girl at the top of this business started right here — a cock in her hand, no clue what to do with it. The ones who made it didn't wait to feel ready. They just did it. The feeling caught up later."
She nodded down at his lap.
"You've been holding it like a phone. Use your mouth. And when you go down, don't look up to check my face or his. Eyes closed. Feel it. That's the homework."
Raashi took it like a command from God. She leaned in, opened her mouth, and — too careful, too gentle — took just the head. Tiny, nervous sucks. Her hand still frozen around the base like it might run away.
Anushka watched for three seconds. Then she reached over and pressed the back of Raashi's head down — firm, no mercy — until Raashi's nose was flat against his skin. Raashi gagged, jerked back, coughed, eyes watering.
"Again. Deeper. You're not eating a lollipop."
Then Anushka sat back on her heels, arms folded under her tits, and kept talking while the student worked.
"Your only target now is to pleasure him. And to enjoy it as much as you can. That's it — two things." She counted on her fingers, one by one.
"If he feels like licking you, let him. Let him put his mouth on your cunt, don't tense, don't fight it, just open up and let him eat you. Second finger. If he wants to fuck you — and he will — he'll go for your ass before your cunt. Don't flinch. It burns the first time, and then it doesn't. Let him take it. Third. If he wants to slap you, let him slap. It's his pleasure. Your job is to take it and look like you were built for it. Fourth. If he cums inside your cunt, take a pill, sort it out on Monday. If he wants to piss on you, you take a bath after. But while it's happening — you smile at him. You let him watch that cute face get ruined and still smiling. That's what he'll remember. That's what he'll call you back for."
She leaned forward, close to Raashi's ear, voice dropping.
"You enjoy whatever comes your way, pori. Whatever. That's the whole trick. Everything else is just nerves."