Fantasy [Celeb] Anushka's training to Raashi Khanna

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Raashi pulled off, gasping, chin slick, one hand still on his cock — and this time when she glanced up she looked at him for a second before dropping her eyes again. Progress.
Anushka caught it. She sat back, tilted her head at him, one eyebrow up — the silent question: well, anna? Your prop, your call. What do you want to do with her?
The slap landed on Anushka’s firm ass — flat, loud, the crack cutting the room open. Anushka's whole body jerked, a hiss through her teeth, but she didn't turn, didn't protest. She just looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark, waiting.
He fist her hair and pulled.
She came up off her heels, dragged by the scalp, half-bent, tits swinging heavy. "Turn around. Sit on my dick. Bounce."
No argument. She turned in one practiced swing, planted her knees either side of his hips, reached back, and guided his cock up between her cheeks. She pressed the head against her asshole, held it there for a beat — then sank.
It went slow, then all at once. Her rim opened around him, her back arched, her mouth fell open on a sound with no air behind it. She didn't ease in — she took him to the root in one long drop, and then she started to bounce.
And she kept teaching. Broken, punched-out words on every fall.
"Last... but not the least." Up. Down. "Never share a man with another woman." Up. "If you have to — lead. Always be on top." Down, hard, her ass cracking against his thighs. "Men want to take the dominant one first." She grinds, slow, cruel to herself. "The cowards and the shy sluts... can wait their turn."
Raashi was frozen, staring. One hand had drifted down to her own belly, then lower — not quite touching herself, too shy to commit, fingers hovering.
Anushka rode on, head tipped back, hair stuck to her neck, sweat breaking at her spine, and forced out one more line through her teeth:
"Which means tonight... that's you, pori. Shy. Waiting. Fine for a first time." She dropped hard, gasps. "But the second time — you walk in leading. Or you stay a background girl forever."
Her eyes slid to him, half-lidded, asking without words what he wanted next.
He leaned in and dragged his tongue up the side of Anushka's neck — salt, sweat, the thin gold chain, her pulse hammering under the skin. She shivered, tipped her head to give him more, still bouncing, still milking his cock with her ass.
His hand slid around her hip and down, into the wet heat between her legs. She was drenched — from the whole show, from the teaching, from being watched. He pushed two fingers in slow, feel her clamp around them, and jerked — twice, curling, dragging.
She moaned, low and ragged, her rhythm breaking.
He pulled the fingers out, slick and dripping, and pointed them at Raashi. No words. Just the signal.
Anushka followed the wet fingers, then his eyes, then landed on Raashi — and her mouth curled into something cruel and pleased.
"Pori," she said, breathless, still riding. "Come here. Closer. Right in front of my cunt."
Raashi shuffled forward on her knees, uncertain.
"Not that close — closer. Kneel. Face up." Anushka grabbed the back of Raashi's head and positioned her — face level with her cunt, nose almost brushing it, her tits heaving right above. "You know what he just told me? With his fingers, right here?" She grinned down at her. "He wants me to squirt. On your cute little face. While he's still in my ass."
Raashi's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but Anushka pressed her head down another inch.
"So keep your mouth open, pori. And don't you dare close your eyes when it comes. That's the lesson tonight — he wants to watch your pretty face get ruined, so give him that."
Then she was back at it — bouncing hard, fast, working his cock in her ass, her cunt dripping over Raashi's upturned face, building toward it while the student knelt there and waited.
Anushka kept bouncing, breath ragged, but she wasn't done talking — not while there was still a lesson left in the room.
"And I'm sure," she panted, "that after this he's going to piss on you. Or maybe — " she grinded down hard, " — maybe he'll pull this dick straight out of my ass and make you clean it with your tongue. Taste me off it. That's the sort of thing he does."
Raashi's face was still tipped up, mouth open, eyes fixed on the place where his cock was disappearing into Anushka's body.
Anushka caught her chin between two fingers and held her steady.
"Now do you understand what that producer and that hero are planning for you at that farmhouse? This. Exactly this. Both of them, all of it, and nobody's going to ask you if you're ready." She grinned, mean and bright. "So rehearse the kinks here. Deliver them there. And set your career, bitch."
Then she stopped talking and went for it.
Her hips changed rhythm — short, grinding strokes, her whole body curling, one hand braced on his knee, the other still holding Raashi's head in place. He felt it build inside her, the grip, the tremor. She grinded once more, twice —
— and broke.
It came in a hot spurt, straight onto Raashi's face — across her lips, her chin, her nose. Raashi flinched, gasped, but kept her eyes open, mouth open, exactly as ordered, and Anushka kept going, a second pulse, a third, drenching the girl's cheeks, dripping off her jaw, pooling in the hollow of her throat.
Anushka rode it out, shaking, then sags forward, forehead to his shoulder, breath wrecked.
Raashi knelt there with her face shining, blinking, ruined — and smiling. Small, shy, but real. First real crack in her.
Anushka lifted her head just enough to look at her, then looked back at him over her shoulder, still impaled, still not moving off his cock.
"Well, anna," she rasped. "She's got your wet face and my wet face both. What now — your piss, or her tongue?"
He smiled — slow, easy, the smile of a man getting exactly what he ordered.
"Your ass," he said to Anushka, "is served on my dick. Good." He patted her hip. "Now let her rim you directly."
Anushka's eyes flicked to Raashi, then back to him, and she got it instantly. She lifted off him — a wet pop as his cock slid free — and dropped forward over the sofa arm, chest down, ass up, reaching back to hold her own cheeks open.
"Pori. Behind me. Face in. Tongue on the rim. Don't touch anything else till he says."
Raashi crawled around, knelt, and pressed her face into the space — nose to Anushka's tailbone, tongue finding the stretched, wet, gaping rim. She licked, shy at first, then deeper, lapping the muscle, tasting Anushka and tasting him where he'd been.
Anushka's back arched. "Ayyo... good. Faster."
He moved behind Raashi. She was kneeling, bent low, face buried in Anushka, her own ass up and small and tight and completely untouched, her thighs slick. He gripped her hips and lay the head of his cock against her asshole.
"I've been waiting for this," he said, low. "Since the day you signed."
Then he pushed.
Raashi screamed straight into Anushka's ass — muffled, raw — her tongue stuttering, then driving on by pure instinct. Her body clamped around him, hot and virgin-tight, and he held still and let her feel every inch of it.
Anushka fisted a hand in Raashi's hair and grinded her face harder into her cunt. "Don't stop licking. He's in your ass now, pori. Feel it and keep working."
He started to move — slow, deep, long strokes into Raashi's ass while her tongue stayed buried in Anushka. A chain. One girl's mouth in the other, his cock in the last.
"If she learns," he said over Raashi's muffled sobs, "and earns on the side — then she's got me. Any time. Any night we both feel like it."
Anushka grinned back over her shoulder, teeth showing.
"Hear that, pori? That's your contract. Sign it."
He fucked her the way he promised — slow at first, then properly. Raashi's body fought the intrusion for the first minute, then started to learn it. Her sobs turned to shaky breaths, then to something lower in her throat. By the time her ass stopped clenching in panic, she was pushing back to meet him, mouthing at Anushka's cunt without being told twice.
Anushka kept a hand in her hair the whole time, steadying her, muttering under her breath — that's it, breathe, let it in — like a midwife.
He finished when he finished. Deep, buried, pumping into her ass, holding her hips locked while she trembled through it. Then he pulled out, smack her cheek once — light — and walked off to the bath without a word.
By the time the water was running, Anushka had gathered Raashi up on the sofa. Knees pulled in, head on Anushka's chest, both of them still naked and sticky and smelling of everything. Raashi was quiet in a way that wasn't shyness. It was something else — wrecked, floating, unsure which way was up. Between pleasure and pain, and not in her body. In her head.
"Amma," Anushka murmured, rocking her a little. "Breathe. It's normal. The first time, the head doesn't know where to put it."
Raashi lifted her face off Anushka's chest. "Anushka... do you enjoy this? Honestly. Or is it all just... this."
Anushka kissed her on the cheek — soft, unhurried, the first gentle touch of the night — and smoothed her hair back.
"I'm a seasoned actor now, pori," she said. "My performance is for the audience to judge. Not for me. I stopped checking whether I liked it a long time ago." She tapped Raashi's nose. "The liking comes and goes. The doing is what pays."
He came back out with a towel round his waist. Raashi was still folded into Anushka's arms — but something in her spine had changed. Straight. Set.
"Anna," she said, and her voice was steady. No drop of the eyes. "Tomorrow. Arrange the meeting. Call the producer in the morning. Tell him I'll come to the farmhouse."
Anushka grinned into her hair and squeezed her tighter while the manager said “YES MA’AM!”.


--THE END--