[Hakari77]

If possible suggest names for producer and hero characters for the story.

[Hakari77]

Extremely sexy and erotic update bro. Truely amazing and so realistic. Hope Reddy will give her more pleasure and wet feelings in the theatre. 

If it permits , try for a wild erotic sex in their bed with Padma getting very naughty, using lewd words and sharing lewd thoughts.

Thanks, I will try to add a bit of vulgarity.

[Hakari77]

Excellent sex in shoping mall...I want to see act in romantic movie Padma as a heroine and having sex with other persons...

Ty, 
Will take a few updates to reach there.

[Hakari77]

I am not getting much time to write the story due to back to back night postings, So the next update may take a week or two from now.


Advance happy new year to all the xossipy readers.

[Hakari77]

At 2:30 PM, Inside theater :

Reddy was sitting in a corner seat to his left was Padma sitting on a seat next to him, there are no one any where near them.
Padma after experiencing the highest levels of pleasure(orgasm) twice a couple of hours earlier was sitting very relaxed.
The cool air from the AC, the dark atmosphere as soon as the lights were turned off, the cozy feeling the soft movie seat is offering, the strong and calming odour, the movie theater sprayed with a  fragrance is offering and to add to it her tired body due to the extreme sex she experienced in the fitting room, everything is making her body feel more relaxed sitting in theater.
She sat comfortably in the chair with her back resting on the backrest and her body relaxing while her eyes were tuned onto the screen infront of her and was watching the movie with full concentration.
On the other hand, Reddy was thinking of finding a way to go another round with her and his eyes slowly shifted from the screen to her face and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and see her face., even in the darkness her face was shining.
The movie started right off with a first night scene, even though Reddy's eyes were on Padma but the noises coming from the movie are making his dick hard again.
Reddy slowly unzipped his pant and pulled his dick out of his pant and started gently jerking his dick with his right hand looking at Padma and placed his left hand over Padma's right hand which was on the armrest.
Padma also slowly getting aroused watching the romantic scene on the big screen just a couple hours after having the best sex of her life, and Reddy's touch over her right hand suddenly shifted her concentration from the big screen to Reddy's face who was already gazing at her.
Reddy moved his face near Padma's ear and his left hand hold Padma's right wrist and placed it over Reddy's fully erect dick,
Reddy(whispering) : Padma, see it again got hard and not going down, maybe it needs your attention.
The darkness is making her feel more confident and as soon her hand touched his dick, a surge of excitement take over her body and without a second thought she gripped the shaft of his dick under her fist and the grip tightened listening to his tempting voice.
Reddy(in her ear) : Haaaaa, Padma your touch feels so good.
Reddy's moan added fuel to her excitement.
Padma loosened her grip and started feeling his dick under her palm.
In the dark, with no visual stimuli, Padma started noticing how thick his dick was, and she could feel the dilated veins over his dick with her fingers and palm and the way his dick was trying to move under her fist., everything was so arousing.
Reddy started kissing and licking her right cheek while his left was around her neck and caressing her left upper arm while his right hand was caressing her right upper arm over her blouse.
Padma's left hand was gripping the armrest due to the pleasure she is receiving from the touches of Reddy while her right was stroking his dick gently.
Reddy was in heaven as her soft, small hand was slowly stroking his dick increasing his sexual urges and his testosterone secretion is again started peaking which was visible in his actions.
Reddy's kisses were more desperate and aggressive as his lips were sticking and rubbing against her cheek and in between his tongue was out flat and licking her right cheek like a dog while his hands started squeezing her upper arm muscles.
For Padma his kissing, licking and those squeezes were so arousing and taking her to the edge of sexual ecstasy which was visible through her actions as her stroking over his dick picked up pace while her left hand was gripping the armrest tightly and her eyes were shut and her face was leaning away from Reddy's mouth trying to escape those sensitive licks while biting her lower lip.
Reddy after licking every inch of her right cheek, he took her right earlobe into his mouth and started sucking and licking it and letting out soft moans directly into her ear.
For Padma everything was so extreme either be it his passionate sucking of her ear or his hard squeezing of her upper arms, it was so pleasurable and arousing making her pussy wet again.
Reddy was also getting a bit wild, he slid his tongue into her earhole and started stroking her earhole.
Padma's left hand immediately reached Reddy's face and started roaming all over his face and her right hand squeezed his dick hard due to the unbearable pleasure she is getting as Reddy's tongue started stroking her sensitive earhole and her face was moving like a wave while her mouth was slowly giving out soft moans.
Reddy gave a loud moan into her ear as she was giving hard squeezes to his dick giving him a great painful pleasure.
Padma immediately got back to her senses due that loud moan directly resonating through her ear and stopped squeezing his dick and got back to massaging his dick softly giving out an excitable laugh.
Reddy loved her laugh and again got back to stroking her earhole with his tongue.
Padma was getting very excited and want to do something as she was at the receiving end of the  unbearable pleasure till now,
Reddy was still enjoying licking her ear, Padma who was urging to do something moved her face away from his mouth and turned her head towards him and rushed her mouth towards his and started kissing and rubbing her lips against his before taking his lower lip into her mouth and started sucking and licking it.
Reddy immediately picked up to her by kissing back, He started kissing and licking her upper lip.
The kiss became intense in no time, they started licking eachother's lips and sucking eachother's tongue.
They were fully concentrated on enjoying the kiss, Reddy's squeezes over her upper arms decreased and Padma's right hand was stroking his dick at very slow pace.
Both of them were kissing and enjoying each other's mouth very passionately feeling highly elated.
Reddy's dick was dropping precum drop by drop over Padma's right hand which was stroking it very slowly.
After ten minutes of passionate kissing Reddy got out of the sedating effect of her kiss whereas Padma was still in the tranquility of his kiss.
Reddy still maintaining the lip kiss slid his left hand under her saree pallu and started squeezing her left boob over her blouse while his right hand made its way to her naked midriff and started palming her soft flesh over the stomach and these actions caused Padma to get back to her senses and broke the kiss and removed her left hand off of Reddy's face and started breathing heavily turning her face towards the movie screen and started laughing slowly opening her eyes thinking how far she came from not knowing much about the sex to now enjoying every bit of it being a active participant.
As she was in her thoughts, Reddy buried his face on her side neck and started raining wet kisses all over her neck.
Padma leaned her head away from his mouth giving him all her naked neck to feast on, while enjoying his kissing and licking over her skin.
Padma again getting back into her excited state started stroking his dick with her right hand at a fast pace and with her left hand she started rubbing his cockhead.
Reddy was grunting softly while kissing her neck due to the increased sensations over his dick and the double pleasure he is getting from her both hands.
Padma was relentless in her stroking, while Reddy who was loving every bit of her soft palms over his dick increased his squeezing over her left boob and over her stomach while his mouth made its way back to her ear whispering into her ears in low moans,
Reddy : Hmmm, Padma it feels so good, Can you can you haaa, hmmm succccck my diiiiccccck.
Padma bit her lower lip hearing his words, she was fully aroused and excited while her confidence was skyrocketing due to the darkness.
Padma stoking his dick at a lightening speed with her right hand and pressing his cockhead with her left hand thumb while other fingers circled his cockhead increasing Reddy's moans, which she felt are applauds for the job she was doing.
Padma turning her head towards Reddy's face and grabbing his left earlobe into her mouth and giving a gentle bites,
Padma(her voice low and seductive) : So, you want  blowjob?
Her voice gave an instant adrenaline rush to Reddy, he squeezed her left boob hard and his hand moved down and gripped her pussy over her saree tightly,
Padma(screaming loudly in a pleasurable pain) : Haaaaaaa, Reeeeddddy slooowwww, hmmmm.
Reddy's ears are vibrated with her sexy scream, he decreasing his hold over her left boob and pussy,
Reddy(his voice thick with desire) : I, I want it, my dick want to feel your mouth Padma, Haaaa(due to increased stroking and pressing of his dick by Padma).
Padma still holding his earlobe between her teeth, getting excited over his desperation to get a head from her, 
Padma(her voice teasingly seductive) : What will I get in return, huh ?
Reddy's dick got jerk with her sexy voice,
Reddy(breathing with mouth) : Whatever you want, just just suck my dick, I can't control anymore, hmmm Padma(as she was absolutely toying with his dick enjoying his desperate pleas).
Padma(giving a gentle bite to his ear lobe) : Haha, I will ask later.
Saying that she removed her hands from his dick and got up from the seat she was sitting on and stood infront of him.
Reddy could barely see her face in the darkness but could clearly see her eyes sparkling with desire, Reddy thought she would just lean over from her seat but her standing infront of him made Reddy to quickly spread his legs as wide as he can allowing Padma to settle in between them.
Padma slow dropped down on her knees and moved forward and settled in between his thighs.
Padma grabbed his dick by shaft with her right hand while slid her left hand into his shirt and started rubbing his naked abdomen with her soft left hand.
Reddy leaned forward and looking at Padma's face while sucking his lower lip, her sexy milky white face was a complete contrast to the surrounding darkness, his eyes were glowing with excitement.
Padma slowly pulled his foreskin down exposing his glistening dickhead, she started leaning her head towards his dick.
Reddy's dick was jumping in her soft right hand as it  was struggling to rush into her mouth.
Reddy's hands tightly gripping the handrests on either side and his head leaning back against the back rest with his eyes closed gave out a loud moan as her lips touched his cockhead taking him to the depths of ecstasy and giving a surge to his sexual drive.
Padma holding his dick by base slowly started licking the precum over his dickhead with her soft and wet tongue, tasting and swallowing it.
After cleaning the head of his cock, she started sliding her lips over his cockhead by tightly gripping it in between her lips.
Her head started moving over his cockhead up and down giving the feel of her soft,pouty lips all over his cockhead.
Reddy's hands were crushing those armrests while his throat was full of moans and finally after a few seconds he leaned forward to gaze at her eyes.
Padma's eyes met his gaze while her head was crowning his cockhead.
Her head was moving right and left, up and down while her lips were sliding over his cockhead and her tongue started playing with the tip of his cock, and her left hand was pressing his muscular abdomen.
After tasting his cockhead, Padma started licking all round the shaft of his dick before finally taking his cockhead into her mouth and sucking it.
Padma started bobbing his cockhead and with her tongue she started flicking the frenulum of his dick from underneath.
Reddy grunted as soon as her tongue touched the most sensitive part of his dick, and both of his thighs hugged her boobs as both her hands were lifted and working exposing the sides of her boobs, Reddy started pressing her soft boobs with his thighs keeping her fully aroused throughout the blowjob.
Padma couldn't hear any of his moans but can make sure he was enjoying looking at his face and the gentle jerk he gave, Padma kept playing with that thin thread that connects his cockhead to his foreskin like she is playing guitar with her tongue, while her mouth was hollowing sucking his dick.
Reddy's eyes turned fully red with the pleasure he is getting and was clenching his teeth due to all the sensations over his dick.
Padma was also enjoying sucking the only soft part of his dick, his dickhead felt like melting in her mouth releasing salty and delicious precum into her mouth, making her go for more of that tasty liquid, her head started moving up and down faster while her right hand was stroking the shaft of his dick faster and in all of that her tongue was still playing guitar with the frenulum of his dick.
Reddy was nearing ejaculation due to her skillful blowjob, Reddy kept eye contact with Padma through out the blowjob.
As he was nearing the ejaculation, the pleasure over his dick was at extreme with her unorthodox sucking, he hold the armrests on either tightly with his hands and started gently pushing his dick into her mouth a bit deeper.
As soon as his dick started moving in and out her mouth, Padma gripped his shaft tightly to not let it go any further as tears already started in her eyes as she was struggling to accommodate such big dick in her small mouth,
Reddy looking at her tears decreased his pelvic thrusts but kept fucking her mouth by pushing half his dick into her mouth as she gripped her shaft tightly it was giving him a feel of fucking a tight pussy.
Padma also adjusted to his thrusts and started swallowing the mix of her saliva and his precum which is releasing at higher amounts, the taste and the movement of his dick in and out of her mouth was driving her crazy, she immediately placed both her hands on his thighs which were pressing her boobs, for support and position her mouth better for his incoming thrusts.
Reddy was reaching the ejaculation faster due to the tight grip of her lips.
As Reddy was about to come, Suddenly the lights turned on.
Reddy instinctively released her, While Padma immediately got up and sat in her seat.
Their eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light before looking in all sides to make sure none saw them.
There are no one any where near them and they looked at each other in silence.
Reddy's face was still hungry looking at Padma's mouth and a bit disappointed inside as his dick was about to explode in her mouth but was interrupted by fucking interval.
Padma's face was glowing with happiness as she enjoyed every bit of it,
Padma slowly wiping off the precum and saliva over  her lips with the edge of her saree pallu, while her eyes were looking at Reddy's face with shyness, her curious gaze went down from his face to his groin, her cheeks turned red looking at his still out and  standing cock with all her saliva covered over his dick.
Padma let out a giggle looking at his big dick, which tasted so good till now in her mouth was standing straight innocently.
Reddy : Why are laughing Padma, didn't you like it ?
Padma(still giggling and covering her face with saree pallu) : Reddy, keep it inside if someone sees.
Reddy(teasingly) : How can I keep it inside when it's not even going down.
Padma(looking at his dick) : Why not ?
Reddy shaking his dick with right hand, " I tried but it's not listening to me, you can give it a try it may listen to you".
Padma dropped the edge the saree pallu after wiping her mouth and grabbed his dick with her right hand, "Hey Reddy's penis go back to sleep now".
Reddy(laughing) : No one will listen if you ask like that.
Padma gave gentle slap to his dick, " Hey go back to sleep otherwise I will beat you".
Reddy loved her sarcasm,
Reddy : Haha, Padma you have to treat it with love otherwise it will never going listen to you.
Padma(her voice a tease) : Oh my dear Reddy's penis please go back sleep otherwise someone will see you(rubbing his dick gently).
Reddy gently removing her hand off his dick and pushing it into his pant,
Reddy : Hey my idiot dick, how can you ignore such a sweet request from Padma, you need to be jailed.
Saying that Reddy pushed his dick inside and pulled his zip up.
Padma laughed at Reddy's actions,
Reddy : Padma now my little guy is out our way, do you need anything to eat or drink ?
Padma(still giggling) nodded her head horizontally,
Reddy : What?  you don't feel hungry or thirsty ? Wait atleast let me grab drinks.
Saying that Reddy went out and brought a couple of soft drinks and gave one to her.
The lights went of in a couple of minutes and Reddy finished drinking quickly and was waiting for her to finish.
It took almost 5 minutes for her to drink.
Reddy again unzipped and freed his erect monster out,
Reddy leaning towards Padma's ear,
Reddy(whispering) : Padma, you should finish the job you started.
Padma understood him and slowly got up from her chair,
Reddy holding her right hand pulled her, making her ass land on his dick,
Reddy hugged her from behind while she was sitting on his lap, with her ass crack getting poked by his hard dick.
Reddy's mouth reached her ear, "Padma I want to fuck you".
Padma don't how to react but her pussy was also craving for some attention due to all the actions in the first half.
Padma : Hmm.
Reddy knows she won't say no,
Reddy : Padma bend a bit forward hold the seat infront of you.
Padma did as he told, by lifting her ass up and holding the seat infront of her with both hands,
Reddy quickly lifted her saree along with her petticoat till her waist and holding them there with one hand and with the other hand pulled her panty down till her knees,
Reddy pulled her back holding her saree and petticoat well above her waist line, Padma understanding what he wants slowly searched for his dick with her right hand, as soon as she found his dick she held it by shaft and sat on it slowly till it touched her pussy lips, her pussy felt a wave of uncontrollable sensations but still she sat on his dick adjusting his dick at entrance of her pussy, his dick went in smoothly this time as her pussy was already wet and it adjusted to the size of his dick quickly.
And her back fall over his chest as soon as his dick fully penetrated her pussy.
Reddy's slid his hands under her saree pallu and started squeezing her boobs and his mouth reached her ear,
Reddy(whispered) : Padma, fuck me the way I fucked you in the trail room.
Padma got an instant kick hearing Reddy asking her to fuck, she placed both of her hands on the armrests for support and slowly started moving her hips up and down over his dick, his dick felt so full and moving over it felt like her pussy was tearing apart but the sensations in her pussy was so pleasurable, she didn't mind the little uncomfort.
She started bouncing over his dick by holding armrests as support and let out soft moans.
Reddy was at receiving end of the higest levels of sexual pleasure as her pussy was so tight and was almost pulling away the foreskin of his dick along with it as she moved up and felt her whole weight landed on his dick as she moves down.
Reddy was grunting near her ear while Padma was moaning loudly and struggling to fuck such a massive dick with her tiny pussy.
Reddy(moaning) : Padma, just like that, move a little faster.
Saying that she started squeezing her boobs and kept kissing her neck and was growling constantly with pleasure.
Reddy's moans are driving her very crazy and his massive dick is hitting every sensitive area inside her pussy.
Padma started bouncing over his dick faster,  she moved her hips faster for around thirty seconds and the sensations in her pussy are too much to go any further, she landed on his groin completely taking his dick into her pussy., and started relaxing as she almost reached her third orgasm of the day.
That 30 seconds were absolute heaven for Reddy, it almost took him near to his ejaculation.
Padma continued fucking Reddy faster in 30-40 seconds bursts followed by relaxing a bit and kept repeating it.
Both Reddy and Padma almost reach their climax in that short burst fucking but goes back to normal as soon as they relax.
They both were loving it as both of them don't want this fucking session end quickly.
It almost went for an hour, before they finally came, Reddy filled her womb with his thick load of cum and Padma drenched his cock with her orgasmic cum.
They stayed like that relaxing and not wanting to leave each other till the lights turned on.
As soon as lights turned on, Padma quickly got up from his lap and pulled her panty up and sat in her seat,
Whereas Reddy's dick calmed down a bit but still it was in half swollen/erect state.
Reddy let it stay out and started cleaning the their love juices on his pant with a handkerchief.
Padma after adjusting her saree looked at Reddy's semi-erect dick,
Padma(giggling) : Maybe I know how to calm it down.
Reddy pulling it inside and zipping his pant,
Reddy : Yeah, it seems you have great control over my little guy, I will call you whenever he gets angry.
Padma and Reddy both laughed and the theatre was already empty and Reddy noticed a couple of women workers entering.
Reddy : Now it's time to go.
Saying that he stood followed by Padma.
They took an auto and reached home by 6PM.

Rakesh's room :
After Rakesh left for office, Kumar started watching porn in his phone while lying flat on his back on the bed.
Kumar started jerking off his dick watching porn but  it's not giving him much excitement as he already watched almost all those videos as he is a chronic porn addict, He is not getting any excitement as most of those videos are either bad or are the ones he already watched, He placed the phone on the bed and went to bathroom to pee thinking why they are not making good porn anymore.
As he was coming out of bathroom, he peeked into Rakesh's room, he never went into Rakesh's room when he wasn't around, he thought of checking Rakesh's room as he was pretty much bored.
He went and looked all around Rakesh's small room,  after searching for a bit he found a cd in the side zip of the bag, and it had a "Marriage cd" written over it.
Kumar took that cd and went to the tv in the hall and  started playing the marriage video by sitting on the chair infront of the tv screen.
The video started of as usual with the pictures of Rakesh followed by Padma,
Instantly he pressed the pause, his dick rose in a fraction of a second looking at the pic of Padma on the screen, his right hand quickly grabbed his manhood and started jerking looking at Padma's picture.
He pressed the play button and started stroking his dick with his right hand while his left hand had the remote.
He kept stroking his dick with excitement as he kept pausing the video whenever Padma appears on the screen, his excitement kept growing watching Padma on the screen and the excitement and his stroking pace reached their peak as soon as Padma appeared on the screen wearing a bridal white saree.
He paused it there and stroked as hard as he can looking at Padma, within a minute he released a huge load of cum over his hand, his excitement still didn't stop his right hand kept stroking his dick even after he came, it went for a few more seconds until he felt pain in his dick due to aggressive stroking.
After relaxing a bit, he thought, "Rakesh you bastard, how are you staying away from such a sexy bitch, if I had a wife like her, I wouldn't even leave her for a  second, damn all her beauty is getting wasted, don't worry bitch, I will punish your husband for keeping you unsatisfied by fucking you day and night once I reach India".

Kumar masturbated 5 times watching Padma in the marriage video and thought, " Once the movie shooting starts I am going to turn this sexy bitch into my personal bitch".

[Hakari77]

EIGHT DAYS LATER :


Around 10AM at Padma's house :

Rakesh in a phone conversation with Kumar :

Rakesh : Hello, brother where are you ?
Kumar : On the way, we will be there in 5 minutes.
Rakesh : Ok brother.
Rakesh cut the phone call and head towards bedroom where Padma was sitting on the bed holding her son, She was wearing a green saree and a matching blouse,
Rakesh went near Padma and took the baby into his arms,
Rakesh : Padma both producer and director will be here in 5 minutes, I will take care of the baby, go prepare some coffee for them.
Padma nodding her head vertically, got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee.
Rakesh placed the baby on the bed and went to kitchen and stood beside Padma,
Rakesh : Padma, What happened to you? Since I came back(yesterday morning) I have been observing, you seem very sad. 
Padma was very sad as the best life she was having with Reddy was suddenly snatched away from her., her thoughts were full of the sweet memories she had with Reddy, she wanted that life to last a bit longer but the abrupt arrival of her husband completely took away the happiness(Reddy) from her. Its not like she hated her husband, infact she loves him and her son alot but the short time she spent with Reddy made her fall for him both physically and mentally, she loves Reddy because of the love, care he showed and the extreme love making they had., Padma knows she did all that for her family but she lost herself in the process, Her mind was fully conflicted with a lot of thoughts but she knows at that end Rakesh was her true husband and have to live with him lifelong and Reddy also said the same before leaving her, She accepted her fate and thought of cherishing the moments she shared with Reddy lifelong while taking care of her husband and son as a wife.
Padma(faking a smile) : Nothing, I am happy just thinking about acting as I have no idea about it.
Rakesh : Don't worry Padma, Kumar is a great director, he told me he will personally teach you., I know it's sudden but I can't stay any longer away from you that's why I have taken that decision, if you are uncomfortable with it then I will go back to Dubai as I came here on leave.
Padma for second saw an opportunity to send her husband back to Dubai but she immediately suppressed those thoughts thinking, " He went to Dubai just so that we can live happily but here I am thinking selfishly, What got into me? Reddy came into my life to remove the curse placed on me and nothing more, Rakesh is my husband and I have to do my duty as his wife''.
Padma : No, no I will act, even if it's hard I will learn, I will do it for you and our son.
Rakesh felt very happy as she accepted,
Rakesh(almost in tears) : Thank you Padma, I know you will do it for us.

Suddenly the door bell rang,
Rakesh went and opened the door,
Infront of him was Kumar and a tall black guy of around 40 years old with a big moustache and a lot of gold over his fingers and neck.
Rakesh : Come inside.
Rakesh asked them to sit on the sofa and called Padma to bring coffee for them.
They both sat on the sofa and their faces are glowing with excitement,
Kumar : Sir is our producer.
Rakesh : Hello sir.
Producer : No need to call me sir, just call me Dev.
Rakesh : Ok sir.
Dev : Haha, I am tired of telling everyone to call by name, you can call whatever you feel comfortable.

Then Padma walked in and immediately both Kumar and Dev's eyes were drifting all over her body from top to bottom as she reached near them.
Both Kumar and Dev took the coffee from her and she went and stood beside her husband.
Dev : Our heroine looks more beautiful in real life than in photos.
Kumar : I am also thinking the same sir.
Rakesh : Padma this is kumar our director and Sir name is Dev and he is producer (showing them with his hand).
Padma moved her head as a way of saying hello to both of them as her husband introduced them.
Kumar : Rakesh, As I told you we need to take your wife to the personal tailor cum designer for our movie, Most of the cast already gave their measurements., Is it okay if we go right now.
Rakesh : No problem, we can go now.
After drinking the coffee both of them kept the cups on the table and got up from the sofa.
Kumar : Ok, we will be waiting down in the car, come fast.
Saying that both of them walked out of their house.
Rakesh : We can wash those cups later, now we need to go.
Padma went to the bedroom and picked her baby and walked back to the hall whereas her husband was already near the main door holding the house key.

Dev was sitting in the driver's seat and Kumar was sitting next to him and both of their faces glowing with high excitement.
Dev rubbing the tent formed over his pant,
Dev : What a sexy bitch man, can't wait to fuck her.
Kumar's hand was already over his pant,
Kumar : Sir, we are going to have blast with her.
Dev : Better we do.
 They stopped their conversation seeing Rakesh and Padma in the mirror.
Both Padma and Rakesh sat in the backseats., and the car started.
While in the moving car, Kumar took out a paper and gave it Rakesh by turning back,
Kumar : Brother, this the movie contract for your wife as I told you before, go through the details carefully and if you have any objections let me know and there are also details of remuneration, dates required and every other details which I already told you., Once you feel everything in it was perfect then both you and your wife need to sign on it.
Rakesh took it from Kumar,
Rakesh : Ok, brother.
And started formally going through it as he already discussed everything with Kumar., the only thing left is signing the contract.
After ten minutes, the car stopped infront of a small dressing shop.
All of them got down, Rakesh and Padma followed Kumar and Dev into the shop.
There was a lean guy of around Padma's height, brown in complexion, immediately got up from the chair he was sitting on as soon he saw the entering the shop,
Lean guy(waving his hand towards Dev) : Hello, Sir.
Dev reacted by waving his hand,
Kumar : Rakesh he is the costume designer cum tailor for our movie, Aaron.
Rakesh and Aaron waved their hands as hello.
Aaron asked them sit on the chairs, and all of them sat in the chairs.
Dev : She is Padma, our movie heroine., As I said before, the costumes must be perfect.
Aaron : Sir, You gave me such a big opportunity, I will prove my worth by giving my 100% in designing the costumes and will stitch with my own hands if required.
Dev : That's why I chose you over many experienced designers, I want dedicated persons for my movie.
Aaron : Thankyou so much for showing trust in me.
Dev : Not only you, everyone from director to small artists working in my film are relatively new and hungry to rise to the top type of ones., See I want more dedicated persons in my team.
Everyone sitting were listening to Dev carefully,
Kumar : Sir, this project is going to be a success.
Dev : Hope so, Ok enough of talking now get back to work.
Aaron looking at Padma, "Madam follow me, will finish taking measurements quickly".
Aaron(looking at Dev) : Sir, come with me, I will show how hard we are working.
Rakesh took the baby from Padma,
Rakesh : Padma, go.
And she got up from the chair and followed Aaron and Dev inside the other room.
The room had 6 stitching machines and 5 of them occupied by 3 women and 2 men.
Aaron showing some clothes which are already stitched to Dev,
Aaron : You can see how fast and perfectly we are  going, even Madam's(Padma) dresses can be designed and stitched perfectly once we get the measurements and the type of clothes required.
Dev : You are doing an excellent job, it's going to be a long journey, we will give you the details about our requirements based on the story.
Aaron : Yes absolutely Sir, once we get the type of dresses required for the cast, we will be on it., Just send me the designs a day before and we will produce them to absolute perfection.
Dev : You are really dedicated, I like to work with people like you.
Aaron : Thanks Sir., Wait for a few minutes I will finish taking measurements of Madam.
Dev : I was always curious about how you guys take measurements, Can I come to see how that works only if you are ok with it.
Aaron : It's my pleasure to showcase my work Sir, please follow me and you too Madam.
Aaron took both of them into a small measuring room with a good lighting and closed the door.
There was a small table and a chair, On the table there were a couple of books and a few measuring tapes.
Padma's face started showing some concern as there is no woman inside that room other than her,
Padma looking towards Aaron, " Sir there are no women here, then how can my measurements are taken".
Aaron : Madam, I am the one who is going to take measurements.
She had that odd feeling, that he is the one(Aaron) that is going to take her measurements by all the talking he had with Dev, but still she couldn't come in terms with a man taking her measurements.
Padma : A woman would be better to take my measurements, you know.
Aaron : Madam, I understand your concern but I took the measurements of all the cast in your movie both men and women, So you can trust me.
Padma(still hesitating) : But,
Aaron : See Madam all the workers here are new and inexperienced to trust for such a big project, I don't want someone else take false measurements and ruin my reputation which I earned through a lot of hardwork, and also I can't trust anyone other than myself for this project because Sir(Aaron) had a lot of faith on me and I don't want to ruin it.
Padma understood his point and the dedication and commitment he had towards his work and started thinking, she shouldn't create any mess otherwise she may be removed from the movie.
As she was in her thoughts,
Aaron : Madam, It's your first movie that's why you are feeling a bit nervous taking measurements from a man, but if you can go through most of actress not only just for movies but even their personal clothes designer are men., You don't need to worry everything will be professional.
The way Aaron was explaining everything felt very professional and felt a bit comfortable around him.
Aaron placing a chair near a corner, "Sir you can sit here".
Followed Dev sitting on it with his pervy eyes waiting for the visual treat.
Aaron : Madam are you ok with me taking your measurements or not because I don't want to waste anyone's time.
Dev : Padma, You are not a common person anymore, You are a heroine you should be okay with it., I worked with lot of heroines all of them were comfortable with a man taking their measurements.
Yeah I understand you have no prior experience of  being an heroine or a model, So it may seem a bit odd but in film industry things will work like this only., If you are not comfortable then you can leave we will find another actress that's not such a big deal.
Padma was shocked with Dev's words, and started thinking, "I have to do it for my family and it was my husband who asked me, If I leave from here then what about the trust my husband had on me".
As she was in her thoughts,
Dev : See Padma, I didn't meet you or your husband before but just trusted Kumar and gave him full control over hiring the cast, but he showcased his lack of experience., but it's okay you can leave now.
Padma doesn't understand anything as everything was happening at a fast pace, but she knows it's time react otherwise everything will be over,
Padma : Aaron you can take my measurements.,(turning her head towards Dev), Sir I am new to this profession but will try my best to be professional.
Dev(smiling) : I like people like you Padma even though you guys lack experience but are quick to adapt.

Aaron took a book from the table and started writing her name and all the details he is going to take measurements of.
After completing with writing he placed the book back on the table and took a measuring tape into his hand.


NOTE : 
From now I am thinking of writing story in two timelines.
Let me know should I stick to linear writing or continue like this ?
Sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

[Hakari77]

Does Reddy's character gone without a proper farewell to padma or u just pushed story to a fast paced ??
Let's see how padma faces the sex scenes in the name of a b grade movie
Can't wait

No, I want to switch updates like one b/w Padma and Reddy, while the other around Padma and movie crew., So I won't get bored while writing.

[Hakari77]

At tailor shop : 

Aaron grabbed the measuring tape into his right hand, and went and stood infront of Padma,
Aaron " Madam" his voice calm, Padma lifted her head meeting his eyes, "huh"., They both were pretty much similar in height.
Aaron : Madam stand straight, I will start taking measurements.
Padma nodded her head in acceptance and stood straight.
Dev was sitting on a chair behind Padma, his eyes were fully glued to her big round ass globes, her saree adhere to her ass tightly giving away the clear shape of her bulgy ass and a hint of her deep ass crack.
Dev staring at her ass, started rubbing the bulge formed over his pant at groin region.
Padma made up her mind, and started calming her overthinking brain thinking, "Aaron seems like a nice gentleman and is just doing his duty, there is nothing to worry"., how much she tried to convince herself but there is still some hesitation hanging in her mind as Dev was also sitting in the same room.
Aaron as a final confirmation asked "Madam shall I start?" followed by pulling the tape out,
Padma reacted by saying "Haa".
Aaron was also under a lot of pressure as producer was sitting in the same room monitoring his work, a slight mistake would cost a big project, Aaron wasn't any saint he definitely would have taken advantage of her, if Padma was alone but with producer in the room the whole scenario changed.
Aaron wants to be as professional as he can and doesn't want to mess up such a big project as he was very early in his career.

Aaron standing by her right side started taking measurements of her height, one from the head to toe and the other from her shoulder joint to toe.

After taking her lengths he opened the book and noted the details and again went near Padma and this time standing behind her,
Aaron : Madam, strech your right hand out.
Padma complied by streching out her right hand.
Aaron quickly took the measurements of her arm by placing one end of tape at the shoulder joint while pulling the tape till elbow later till her wrist.
He was quick without making much contact with her arm.

Till now everything was going fine, but the room being small with no air conditioning and Padma feeling a bit anxious, making her body sweat.

As Padma was dropping her hand down, Aaron noticed the sweat formed at her armpit making her blouse stick to her armpit with dampness., It was creating an urge in Aaron to smell her sweat.
Aaron trying not distract himself quickly tried to wrap the tape around her upperarm to take the circumference without telling her.
As Padma was standing lost in her thoughts, the sudden grab of her upper arm caused her to instantly adduct her arm against her body making his knuckles press against the side of her breast.
Aaron quickly pulled his hand out brushing the side of her breast as Padma also gave a sudden jerk as soon as she felt the touch on her breast.
Aaron : Madam, Sorry I was just taking ....
Padma(as it was her fault) : It's okay., not your fault.
Saying that Padma streched her upper arm slightly outside.
Aaron quickly took the measurements and started noting them in the book.
Aaron was getting a lot stressed as Padma was so beautiful to resist himself from touching her and the exposed white milky skin on her arm and softness of her breast he felt on his knuckles, everything is making him to take advantage and feel her but the presence of producer is strongly controlling his urges.

Aaron again stood behind her,
Aaron : Madam, need to take shoulder length, could you move your hair?
Padma reacted by pushing hair forward making it fall over her bust exposing her bare back below the nape of neck and above the blouse, the sexy small area of her sweaty milky white skin.

The sweat on her white skin is pulling him closer to the edge making him think " take a brave step, atleast feel her skin, smell the depths of her body, you won't get another chance with such a sexy figure".

Aaron started standing behind her in such a way producer couldn't see his actions, a slight courage was building with in him.
Aaron placed his left hand on her left shoulder placing one end of the tape between his thumb and her shoulder and pulled the tape dbanging along her shoulder with his right hand till it reached her right shoulder joint.
He moved his face close to her body and noticed that she was standing stiff and was lost in her thoughts, With his brain constantly pushing him to feel her, he took a couple of sniffs of her hair, sweaty body and gave a gentle press over her shoulders and noted the measurements on the tape.
He quickly removed the tape before she could realise what he was doing and started writing the measurements on the book.
The smell of her hair and body was so pure and is  creating an irresistible pull towards her to smell her again., The softness of her body over her shoulders inviting his hands to feel the more softer parts of her body., with all the sensual tension within his mind, Aaron also started feeling sweat in his palms.

Padma was more or less in her own mind thinking about Reddy to distract herself from the anxiety building within her and letting Aaron take her measurements.

Aaron's mind is encouraging him to touch, smell and feel her, there won't be another chance., Aaron decided to atleast make a move,

Aaron standing infront of her, controlling himself, keeping his tone low and calm, "Madam, all the lengths are done, now I need to take measurements of your body".
Padma understood what he was implying, she had a prior experience of giving measurements to a female tailor, So her reply was just simple , "Yeah, you can continue"., saying that slowly raised her arms up.

The bust over her chest raised slightly along with her hands and the sweat formed at her armpits making him crazy, his eyes took a few seconds to gaze at her boobs and armpits in amusement before reaching her eyes.

Aaron gaining courage thinking, " Go ahead it's now or never".
Aaron maintaining calmness in his voice, " Madam you need to remove your saree to get better measurements".

Padma didn't expect it, even the female tailors used to take her measurements over her saree.
Padma's anxiety creeping high, her throat went dry, she doesn't know how to respond, dropping her hands down, her voice stammering while her mind was struggling for words, " You, you can take over my saree, another tailor also took my measurements over saree only"., her eyes struggling to maintain eye contact with Aaron.

Aaron can see through her nervousness, but his eyes first time moved on to Dev to see how he was reacting to all this, So that he can either ask her again or just take measurements over her saree.
To his surprise Dev was in his own world, his right hand was still rubbing his groin region and his vision was stuck at the level of Padma's ass with a lot of excitement in his eyes., A smile spread on Aaron's face as he got the answer.

Aaron moving his eyes again onto Padma's face, this time with more confidence,
Aaron : Madam, till now you are a common woman but from now you are a heroine, So the dresses you wear should be perfect and for them to be perfect I need precise body measurements.
Padma didn't answer just kept looking down, her face was getting drenched in sweat as she doesn't know what to do, she can't remove her saree and stand infront of two men.

Aaron(his voice calm and confident) : Madam, calm down let me explain to you better, See for common people the tailors stitch the dress so that the people can fit in, So accurate measurements are not necessary but for a actress like you, we have to stitch in such a way that the dress should perfectly fit to your body not the other way around so the accuracy in measurements are needed, you can't wear unfit dress in a movie where a lot of people watch you., So stop thinking from a common person mindset but with a heroine mindset, don't you see how fit the dresses will be on heroines compared to common people it's because the tailor who stitches the clothes for actress always have perfect measurements and every thread he stitches was imagining that actress.,Do you get what I am trying to say ?

Aaron's words made a lot of sense to her and thought, "yeah to become a heroine I have to go through these, I am not a common woman anymore if I feel shy infront of two men how can I act infront of a lot of people, there are many things I saw on tv an actress does, I have to be prepared to do them myself while acting in a movie".
After going through a lot of thoughts, she became more determined to not feel shy and be confident, at the end her husband already accepted for all of this.

As she was in her deep thoughts, Aaron : Madam, treat me like a tailor who is doing his duty rather than thinking of me as a random man just like how you treat a doctor when he needs to inspect your body.

Padma closing her eyes took a deep breath and opening her eyes and looking at Aaron, " Okay I will remove saree".

It caused a vibration in both men's dicks, Dev from behind and Aaron infront of her with their eyes committed to her body waiting for her to remove her saree.

Padma with a determination, quickly undrapped her saree and placed it over the table and stood infront of Aaron looking at the floor with a mix of shyness and embarrassment, and with a little commitment to get used to those gazes as she was now an actress.

Both Aaron's and Dev's jaws dropped looking at the mesmerizing visuals infront of them, 
For Aaron her huge boobs struggling to remain inside her blouse, the slightly visible creamy white cleavage, small waist with little folds, deep navel and finally her exposed milky white skin with sweat drops sprinkled all over it making him not move his eyes off her body.
For Dev her hair covered most of her spinal curves till her hips but her hair was unable to cover her sexy naked waist on both sides, but his eyes were completely occupied by her bums, those big round bulgy ass cheeks were prominently visible through her petticoat as the fiber stick to her body tightly giving away her shapes., Dev's lusty eyes were appreciating her sexy ass even better due to her being standing stiff making her ass cheeks hug each other making the bulge spreading better outwards.
Dev was completely captivated looking at her ass and his dick was raging inside his pant, while his right is calming it by gentle rubs.

Padma was still looking at the ground expecting Aaron to take measurements quickly but he doesn't move an inch, Padma was feeling too embarrassed to lift her head but want it to be over fastly, So with a soft voice, " Take measurements quickly".

Aaron got back to his senses with her voice and reacted by saying "On it Madam, Could you lift your hands up".
Padma quickly raised her hands above her shoulders.
Aaron wrapped the tape around her bust by lifting her hair up, he tightened the tape as much as he can and moved his left hand holding one end of the tape to her right nipple and gave a gentle brushes to her nipple with his left hand thumb acting like he was adjusting the tape., Padma didn't react thinking he was just doing his duty and touch might be a mistake.
But for Aaron, Padma not reacting gave him confidence, he moved his face near her right nipple whispering some numbers making it look like he was struggling to see the numbers on the tape, his thumb kept giving slight presses to her nipple while he kept moving the tape left and right while his face was just couple of inches away from her breast, Padma could feel his hot breathes touching her exposed cleavage whereas Aaron was taking noseful of dense aroma her boobs are emitting.
He took almost half a minute to finally remove the tape from her chest.
Padma felt very uneasy as his thumb kept constantly poking her nipple while his hot breaths were brushing over her exposed skin, those 30 seconds felt like an eternity to her., as soon as he removed the tape a sigh of relief escaped her mouth and she relaxed her body from standing stiff till now., which gave another visual treat to Dev as her ass cheeks spread sideways showcasing the depth of her ass crack.
Aaron now placed one end of the tape on one nipple and moved the tape till the other nipple measuring the distance between two the nipples, this time he did it quickly because he might forget the numbers if takes too long and quickly again wrapped the tape around her body just below her boobs to take the rib cage circumference, this was also done in a quick motion followed by quickly noting them in book.
Aaron bend down his face to the level of her waist  and wrapped the tape around her waist at the level of her navel, this time he placed his left hand exactly over her deep navel holding one end of the tape while his right hand kept adjusting the tape.
His left hand thumb started it's work by gently moving in and out of her navel acting like he was adjusting the tape while his face already started sniffing her sweaty waist, As Padma didn't react to his touch over her nipple, this time with an increased courage he even started brushing his knuckles around her navel while thumb was busy poking her navel, Aaron could feel how silky smooth her skin was, and this time he almost spent one minute playing with her navel and stomach before  removing the tape.
Padma's situation was pretty much similar as before, she was hoping for this to finish quickly and his touches were just causing an unease to her.

Aaron his voice pitching high with excitement,  "Madam we are almost done with upper half measurements just a couple more, please don't drop your hands till than", Saying that he quickly entered the measurements in the book and came back to her and stood infront of her.

Now he placed one end of the tape at left shoulder joint and dragged the tape till it reached her left nipple, he again gave a couple of brushes to her nipple with his thumb and did the same with her other boob., followed placing one end of the tape on the mid axillary line at the level of nipple and pulling the tape till it reached the nipple to measure her outward bust from mid axillary line, this time it was a quick maneuver which again followed by placing one end of the tape exactly at her armpit and pulling the tape till it reached her hip, this time he gave slight brush to her armpit feeling the wetness formed over her blouse with his thumb.
Aaron again quickly entered the details in the book.

Aaron his voice carrying a mix of excitement and confidence, "Madam we are done with upper half, you can relax your arms"., Followed by Padma dropping her hands thinking, " A couple more minutes it will be done"., She was hoping for it to end as soon as possible.

Aaron now sat on his knees infront of Padma, his face is at the level of her navel and took the tape and wrapped it around the biggest curve of her hips and tightened the tape from front making her ass cheeks kiss each other tightly, giving a visual treat to Dev sitting behind her while his hands were tracing her panty waistline over her petticoat, he took more than 30 seconds feeling her panty hiding under her petticoat while his nose was busy in sniffing her waist.
It was almost unbearable for Padma, the amount of discomfort she was facing was too much but she had no choice at this point other than counting the seconds patiently hoping for it be over quickly.

Aaron removed the tape and went to the bench and noted the details in the book, a grin spreading across his face thinking about his next move., Aaron again taking the tape into his hand went near Padma and standing infront of her,
Aaron(maintaining calmness) : Madam we are almost done just need a couple more measurements but ?
Aaron stopped and started staring at her face,
Padma reacted by lifting her head and looking at his face, her face a question mark, "But ?".
Aaron : Madam, I need to take circumference of your ankle, calf and thigh and length of your leg from inner thigh to stitch pants, leggings but you are wearing petticoat, if you were wearing pant or leggings it would have been easy but with petticoat it's impossible to measure accurately.
Padma's heart was racing hearing the word inner thighs but controlling herself, " You can take remaining measurements later".

Dev got up from the chair and went near Padma and said, " Padma shooting will start from day after tomorrow itself, we can't delay it any further, So it's better to finish with measurements now itself ".
Padma was getting very anxious and struggling for words, "But sir he was saying it was impossible to take now".
Dev : Is that so Aaron ?(followed by a wink at Aaron)
Aaron with producer on his side got even more confident, " No sir I can take measurements now itself if Madam is okay".
Dev : See 
Padma : But Aaron himself said he can't take measurements.
Aaron : No Madam, I just said with petticoat on it will be impossible but if you can lift petticoat up, it will be done in a minute.
Padma was shocked with his words,
Padma : What are talking Aaron, how can I ?
Aaron : I am not asking to remove but just lift it for a couple of seconds while measuring thigh circumference.
Dev : Yeah, it's almost done, just a couple of seconds Padma.
Padma just doesn't know why she was in that situation and pressure was on her as both of them are suggesting for the same thing, she was struggling to come in terms with what they are asking,
Aaron : Madam don't worry just stand relaxed and I will do the remaining work it's going to take just a few seconds.
Dev noticing her hesitation,
Dev : Padma, we are in the same team and are going to travel together a long journey together till the movie shooting ends, you have to trust us.
Padma even though didn't like but don't want to stay there any longer thinking, " It's just a few seconds, I just have to close my eyes for those few seconds rather than coming again here".
Padma : Okay but it's going to be quick right ?
Both Dev and Aaron faces lit up with smile,
Aaron : Yes madam, just a few seconds.
Saying that he sat on his knees holding the tape.
Aaron knowing Dev wants a piece of her, "Sir, could you help me with lifting her petticoat while I take measurements quickly".
Dev who was waiting for any chance to touch her reacted instantly, "Why not", Saying that he stood a few inches behind Padma gazing at her well shaped ass-globes.
Aaron feeling the excitement building within him, "Sir could you lift it till her knees"., Even before Aaron could finish his words Dev sat on his knees with his face just a couple of inches away from her bulgy ass.
Anxiety coursed through Padma like an electric current, her eyes closed tightly. The presence of two men on their knees one infront and the other behind of her most private parts felt very suffocating and the thought that they are about to lift her petticoat made her feel embarrassed and at the same time she had no other choice., Her mind is battling to contain her emotions., Suddenly she felt the fiber covering her legs started moving up., her heart started pounding faster with a relentless rhythm., her mind was hoping for it to end faster.

Dev holding the lower end of her petticoat, started lifting it slowly enjoying her milky white spotless legs getting exposed inch by inch.
Whereas Aaron immediately wrapped the tape around her ankles with his fingers brushing over her skin, he is taking his time feeling her silky smooth skin on the tip of his fingers., followed by moving the tape up till her calf and tightening the tape there again feeling her skin and a bit of muscle and finally stopped at her knees.
Padma just froze standing like a statue feeling Aaron's unwelcoming touches on her legs, a wave of discomfort surged through her body making her stand stiff.
Aaron was in heaven looking at her naked legs and touching her smooth skin.
Dev's eyes were feasting on her exposed legs and he also started touching her legs with the tip of his fingers while holding her petticoat.
Aaron his voice mix of excitement and dispersion, "Sir lift till her thighs"., Dev started lifting her petticoat up slowly inch by inch with the tips of his fingers brushing her bare thighs while his eyes were glowing with excitement looking at her thunderous white thighs from behind.
Dev lifted her petticoat till he saw the small black panty trying to cover her massive ass-globes but only able to cover 1/4th of those melons., For him  the white skin tone, round shape of her buttocks are inviting., Dev can't resist such a beauty, he immediately moved his mouth near her ass crack and started sniffing her ass by keeping his nose just an inch away from her panty., the odour from her ass was powerfully intimate and thick in nature almost felt like a tactile sensation brushing over his nose.
Aaron's vision was completely narrowed down to her panty, his eyes can easily trace her fleshy pussy lips through her panty, the shape of her vertical lips was almost perfect making his breath fast, his eyes were fascinated by the visual wonder infront of him and his instincts are drawing his mouth closer to her panty., Aaron's face was just an inch away from her pussy and his breath was fast as he started sniffing her pussy through the panty.

The hot air from them is aggressively piercing through her panty and touching her most sensitive parts making it very hard for her to stand still, how ever discomfort she felt but the hot air from their noses had an arousing impact on her., Padma quickly realising it and gaining a little courage and still closing her eyes, " Aaron, how long will it take?".,
Aaron came back to his senses with her voice and hurriedly replied, " Just a couple of seconds Madam" his voice shaky.

Aaron wrapped the tape around her thigh quickly and noted the measurements, but even in those few seconds he made sure to touch her thigh long enough to get a feel., followed by taking the length measurements., It just took less than 30 seconds but it was enough for him to feel her skin with his fingers.

Aaron finally with a satisfied look on his face stood up and told, " Madam it's over".
Dev who was still taking the sniffs at her ass almost poking his nose into her ass crack also got up leaving her petticoat drop to its natural position.

Padma slowly opened her eyes still feeling embarrassed to look at them, grabbed the saree into her hands and started wearing it hastily.

Aaron turned his body facing the table and was acting like he was busy writing to cover the big bulge formed on his pant while Dev also went and stood beside him hiding his hardness from Padma.

Dev his voice hurrying, "Padma, you can leave now",
Padma in an instant rushed out of the room as she can't stay another second there.

Padma went and sat beside her husband, her body still sweating,
Rakesh : Everything okay, You are sweating too much.
Padma : There is no fan or AC in that room.
Rakesh : Ohk.

Kumar's gaze lingered across her face noticing her anxiety thought, "damn that tailor guy is lucky".

Dev looking at Aaron with a smile on his face, his right hand pating Aaron's back, "You did great"., followed by Aaron's, "Thanks Sir".
Dev : Look how her beauty got both of us sweating, the dresses you stitch for her should carry the same intensity and make everyone who see her sweat just like us, Do you get it ?
Aaron(his voice quivering with excitement) : Sure Sir.
Dev : But don't make it obvious, it should be slightly revealing which is enough to keep people imagining her figure.
Aaron : Definitely Sir.
Dev : Ok then I am leaving.
Followed by Dev also leaving the room and going back to the room where Padma, Rakesh and director were sitting.

Later producer taken them to a big restaurant and had lunch together and finally dropped them at their home., Before leaving he took the signed movie contract from Rakesh telling him shooting will start from day after tomorrow.

Dev and Kumar went to the shooting location which is a big farmhouse of Dev., there both of them sitting in a sofa started their conversation.
Kumar : Sir, you seem very excited and both you and Padma came out sweating at tailor shop, something happened ?
Dev explained what happened to Kumar with a lot of excitement and started talking about how sexy her thighs were, how toxic her odour was., Dev's hands started drawing her figure in air illustrating how alluring her curves were and how perfect her body shape was.,
Dev's words were making Kumar image her naked body intensifying his desire to strip her naked and fuck her wildly.

Dev his voice thick with desire, " Man I am already getting a lot of wild fantasies imagining her, Kumar could you ask her to sleep with me whatever might be her price, I will pay".
Kumar his voice calm, " She is my friend's wife Sir and I know they belong to a very traditional family, If I ask her directly and she rejects we are never going meet her again".
Dev : Kumar find a way man, I will pay you good amount.
Kumar : I have a plan to make her sleep with you, but it needs some patience from you.
Kumar also wants to fuck Padma and at the same time he is committed to prove himself as a good director, So thought of a plan doing both.
Dev : Patience, I can wait as long as you want if at the end I can fuck her.
Kumar : Sir, then listen to me carefully, We will have normal shoot at morning where we will shoot the movie according to my orginal script and from afternoon I will add some romantic scenes into script, here those scenes will be between you and Padma.
Dev : So you want me to act in the movie.
Kumar : Yes Sir, for original script your character in the movie is of less screen time but for the romantic scenes at afternoon you are main character, where you can take full advantage of her in the name of acting, with each passing day I will add more and more intimate scenes between you and Padma, after a certain point she will crumble and submit herself to you.
Dev : Excellent plan Kumar.
Kumar : Sir, What about me ?
Dev : How much you want ?
Kumar : Not money Sir, I am also interested in Padma, if you are okay with it we both can enjoy her.
Dev(with a grin on his face) : I have no problem sharing her with you.
Kumar had a smile on his face, " Then will proceed with my plan, See we should keep the crew as minimal as possible for afternoon shooting, So she won't feel uncomfortable".
Dev : No problem, we can make that happen.
Kumar : Ok Sir, I will take a leave now and will come tomorrow along with crew to make arrangements for shooting.
Then both Dev and Kumar shook hands, after that Kumar left for his house.

Note : 
If you guys have any suggestions let me know.
And The story b/w Reddy and Padma is not over, I am thinking of writing an emotional goodbye with an intense sex b/w them.
Sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

[Hakari77]

DAY 1 OF MOVIE SHOOT :


At around 8 AM , A car was sent to pick Padma up, Rakesh told Padma all the best and he remained in the house taking care of his son hoping everything goes well.
Padma sitting in the back seat was feeling very anxious as she was entering into a new world which she only saw on screen and her mind was racing with a lot of thoughts.
The car raced out of the city and moving towards the big farmhouse of Dev which is located at the outskirts.
By 8:15 the car reached the farmhouse which is already turned into a shooting spot, there are a lot of people and a few children., As she got down from the car, Kumar was waiting for her with a young woman around 20 years standing beside him.
Kumar : Welcome Padma, she is Rhea your make-up artist and also selects your costumes.
Padma( waving her hand) : Hi Rhea.
Rhea(waving back with a smile): Hi Madam.
Kumar : Rhea take her to make-up room and get her ready quickly, the shoot will begin shortly.
Rhea : Ok Sir, Madam follow me.
Kumar : Padma, I will explain the script at the shoot itself because we are already running late on schedule.
Padma : Okay.
Padma and Rhea entered the make-up room.
Kumar was fully committed to give his best for this movie by shooting professionally till midday and he can have all the time to focus on Padma at afternoon.
Kumar was all over the place checking, is everything is okay or not., His story's main character was Padma and it was a female lead movie.
Here in the make-up room, Rhea shows the dress lying on the small bed,
Rhea : Madam, wear that dress and call me once your done, then I will start make-up.
Rhea quickly left the room showing urgency.
Padma slowly picked up the dress, it stunned her, the whitish rose-colored saree was sheer and elegant but it was the sleeveless blouse that surprised her the most.
She never wore a sleeveless blouse in her life till now but she knows it was a common costume for actress in movies, she thought it's important to adapt rather than hesitate., she learned a lot of lessons from Reddy but one that is useful now is confidence.
Padma gaining some courage removed her saree followed by her blouse.
The blouse was a rose colored and sleeveless one, the hooks for this blouse is on backside contrary to front hook blouses she wear, her hands trembling as she took it into her hand it was a very soft fiber and she tried to wear it, but the blouse was very tight to hook it by herself, she tried as hard as she can but was unable to hook it, with no other option, She opening the door slightly called Rhea to come in who was waiting at the door.
Padma : Rhea could you help me with the hooks.
Rhea stood behind her and hooked her blouse.
Padma could feel that soft blouse pushing her boobs up and out.
Rhea could see the uncomfort on Padma's face,
Rhea : Madam, you should get used to tight costumes, those are the types of dresses audience want.
Padma knows it, she saw how actress wore dresses to give skin show for audience but she never felt it would be this uncomfortable.
Padma drapped the transparent saree around her body which clung on to her curves perfectly.
Rhea did make-up to Padma and once done took her to the shooting room.
The room was turned into a class room, and There Kumar was explaining scene to the others while the cameramen are busy setting up the camera angles and clearing the lens.
Dev was sitting on a chair got up looking at Padma with a look that carried a deep desire towards her, the way he is staring at her milky white skin of her exposed upper arms making her feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.
Dev came near Padma, his eyes searching through her transparent saree looking at her chest increasing her anxiety,
Dev : Hi Padma, Come sit here.(showing the chair beside him).
Padma hesitatingly went and sat beside him, her thoughts still racing through the tailor shop incident making even more uncomfy to start a conversation or meet his eyes.
But she got the help needed as Kumar called her to explain the story.
Padma quickly got up from the chair and sat beside Kumar on a chair, Kumar's eyes took a few seconds to appreciate her beauty by looking at her body before moving to meet her eyes,
Kumar took a deep breath and started explaining the story in a short summary,
Kumar : The story is about an undercover journalist who is on a mission to uncover the truth behind the rumours that a big politician has been hiding his blackmoney in the college and most of his business transactions happens with that black money through the college with a anonymous person acting as head most probably Principal., The undercover journalist masks herself as a teacher to enter the college, that's the character you are going to play Padma the undercover Journalist.
Padma : Okay., nice story.
Kumar : Thank you.
The next few hours hours till 12:30 PM has been shooting the movie with children and other people doing their roles and everything went well.
Dev played the role of Principal in the movie.

At afternoon Kumar told Rhea to take Padma to the make-up room and we will arrange lunch in a bit, followed by both of them going into the room.
Now Kumar announced the schedule is done for the day and asked them to return tomorrow morning except for a couple of cameramen, he took them to another room and told them there are still a couple of scenes left and asked them to arrange their cameras in that small room after they finish their lunch.
Everyone had lunch together and had a 30 minutes break.
They set up a small room as a Principal cabin, The principal sat on his chair with a table infront of him and a cameraman was behind him and the other was infront of him while the director was looking at the laptop screen infront of him as he was sitting infront of the Principal chair.
Kumar explains Padma that this scene is very important to make yourself his favourite teacher, so that you will have better access to his cabin.
Kumar : See Padma, Dev sir will give small tap on your back and you will act like you enjoyed his touch to get closer to him.
Padma's heart is racing about Dev touching her butt but kept thinking it's just a tap and for the movie.
Kumar : Don't panic Padma, you did everything great till now and I have full confidence on you, just act like you enjoyed his touch.
Padma nodded her head and Dev was sitting on the chair, both cameraman were in position.
Kumar called "Action".
Padma stepped into the cabin her heart still racing as she approached the desk as it was her first scene where she gets touched that too on her butt.
Dev his eyes filled with lust as she was walking towards him,
Dev(shouted) : What Padma, you can't even handle a class full of children, I can hear the noises the children are making in your class sitting here.
Padma : Sorry sir.
Dev : Just sorry, you deserve some punishment, come here.
Padma went near him and turned towards facing the front camera and stood on Dev's right side to give the premeditated expression she had in her mind once she feels his hand on her butt.
But Dev gave a gentle slap on her right buttock followed by squeezing it, Padma's eyes widened And she gasped as she felt Dev's hand linger, his fingers squeezing her flesh through the delicate thin fiber of her saree.
It was a stark deviation from the script's gentle pat, and the cameraman behind the chair couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her curvy form reacting to the unwanted touch.
Padma's shock quickly turned to anger, her cheeks turned red as she stared at Dev in disbelief and his hand still gripping her ass cheek and his lusty expression saying all the story for Padma, without a second thought she pushed his hand away.
Kumar immediately called "Cut" and rushed over to Padma, and asked " What happened Padma?" his voice acting a fake concern  " You didn't give the expression we needed, remember this scene is crucial for your character's development".
Kumar's eyes darted to Dev, who had a smug smile playing on his lips and Kumar gave quick wink to him.
Padma was still raging with anger and her breath was quick as she was trying to control her emotions.
Kumar acting anger : Can somebody tell me what exactly happened.
Dev leaning back in his chair " I thought a bit of improvisation would add to the realism of the scene" he said, his voice dripping with the kind of false innocence., " The audience will love the raw emotion, besides it's all for the greater good of the movie."
For a moment innocent Padma thought that he was genuinely caring about the movie but the way his hand moved on her ass says a different story pushing her into a confused state.
Kumar stroking his chin acting like as he considered  Dev's words " Well", he began turning towards Padma with a slightly apologetic look," Dev sir is right, sometimes to get the best performance, we have to go realistic approach" ., making Padma feel  more confused.
Kumar : See Padma, this is how the industry works sometimes you have to take risks for the betterment of the scene, that's how you make audience get mesmerized with your acting, it's very common don't worry I understand you are new to the industry but Dev sir was here from a long time and it's his movie he knows what's better for the movie just trust his insticts.
Padma understanding the situation nodded her head, her face still struggling from the embarrassment.
Kumar : Look, Padma it's important that you're comfortable with the scene, we want this to look as real as possible, so I'm going to give you a chance to get used to the physicality before we roll the cameras.
Padma's mind was racing with a lot of thoughts as she is trying to accept the situation.
Kumar(looking at her eyes) : Now, I am going to sit in the principal's chair and I want you to react to my touch the way you think your character would in this situation, It's all about building the tension, making it feel real for the audience. We need that genuine shock, that slow burn of anger and finally the submission.Do you think you can do that for me ?
Padma knew what he was asking for but she also knew it was for the betterment of the movie., she nodded her head with determination.
Kumar sat on the chair, " Come here and take your position Padma", he said his voice a blend of authority and persuasion.
Innocent Padma got easily influenced by Kumar, but he knows now it's his turn to enjoy.
Padma with a reluctance took her position beside his chair, Kumar immediately reached out and delivered a gentle slap to her right butt cheek a soft touch followed by cupping his hand around her cheek and began to squeeze, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh beneath the thin fabric of her saree.
"Give me the expression, Padma", Kumar urged his voice low and insistent. Padma took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, trying to give the expressions he was asking for. But with each squeeze, she could feel the weight of Kumar's hand on her body seemingly increasing with each passing second. All her attempts at the desired expression fell flat, all she could showcase on her face is confusion and discomfort.
Kumar's thumb began to trace the delicate line of her butt crack through the saree, sending a shiver down her spine.
Padma knew she had to give him what he wanted, if not this will continue forever. Her eyes searched the room both cameramen and Dev were desperately looking at her.
Kumar's grip tightened, his thumb pressing slightly into her ass crack, " Come on, Padma, I know you can do it", he coaxed, his tone a mix of encouragement and challenge.
Padma's mind racing with the situation escalating quicker, she need to find a way to get out of it., then she closed her eyes tightly and remembered Reddy's touch which she loves so much and she imagined it was Reddy touching her and let out a soft moan.
Kumar's eyes lit up at the sound, he never imagined she will be this cooperative, he could feel his dick straining under his pant. His thumb continuing its tantalizing dance with more confidence, " Yes, that' it", he murmured, his voice thick with excitement," Just a bit more, feel the moment, feel my touch, instead of acting live through it". his voice desperate with lust.
Padma had to bite her lower lip to keep from gasping out loud as she was thinking of Reddy, "Good, good", he encouraged, his squeezes continuing, " Now, open your eyes and look at the camera with desire, like you want this as much as the audience will".
Padma with a final act of willpower, looked at the camera imagining it was Reddy who was touching her, she moaned again, louder this time, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate through the cabin. The cameramen, Dev were unable to hide their growing excitement, shifted their stances slightly, their pants tenting as they adjusted their erections.
Kumar's grip tightened for a brief moment due to her seductive moan before he released her, a look of triumph on his face.
"Perfect" , Kumar said, standing and clapping his hands together. " That's exactly what we needed. You are natural, Padma." his voice filled with thick desire, all the men in the room had a satisfied faces.
Dev whose eyes had been glued to Padma, nodded his approval, the smug smile never leaving his face.
Padma even though embarrassed but felt  genuinely happy for their praises, but she knows she had to do it again, her determination is unwavering.
Kumar went back to his normal position and Dev took the principal's chair, his hand was urging to feel her soft flesh again and hear her moan to his touch.

"Action", Kumar shouted, Dev's eyes are looking at her sexy big bubble butt as his right hand gave a gentle slap on her right ass cheek followed squeezes which were more desperate and passionate than the ones before., his eyes searching for her expression and his ears waiting for her moan.
Padma using her tactic of feeling it as a Reddy, leaned into Dev's touch, letting out a soft moan that was perfect blend of shock and feigned arousal.
Kumar's eyes widened with excitement as he watched the transformation unfold before him., while Dev's hand unable to control squeezed harder making Padma bit her lip to keep crying out which added a top layer to her seductive expression.
Padma got back to her senses quickly and let out the dialogue given to her, " You are naughty Sir", her voice a seductive purr that sent shiver down Dev's spine. His eyes lit up with a twisted delight as he heard the words leave her lips, his hand moving more insistently over her buttock.
Finally with a groan that felt genuine, she felt his grip loosen. Dev leaned back in his chair, a look of victory plastered on his face, " It's your last warning, Padma" , he said his voice thick with lust, "Don't let this happen again."
Padma's eyes looked at him with a submission as she said her final dialogue "Okay Sir".
"Cut" shouted Kumar, Dev's hand slid away from her, and she could feel the imprint of his fingers on her butt like a brand. She took a shaky breath, trying to maintain her composure.
Kumar : Perfect, absolutely perfect.
Followed by claps from both Kumar and Dev.
Kumar stepped forward, his face mask of satisfaction, " Good job, Padma", his eyes gleaming with excitement, "You really brought the scene to life . We'll continue the shooting tomorrow, okay?" He offered her a reassuring smile.
Kumar : Take good rest at home, We'll resume filming in the morning.
Padma nodded her head in silence, her thoughts a jumble of anger and disbelief of what just happened but trying to accept it's the way film industry works.
Kumar called Rhea who was waiting outside the room and told her to take Padma to the makeup room while he will call the driver to be ready to drop her at home.
Padma went to the makeup room and changed back to her normal saree and left the farmhouse and reached home by 4 PM.

At around 6 PM, once everyone left except for Kumar, Dev and Rhea.
Kumar and Dev sat on a sofa infront of a big tv screen where they played the video of their afternoon shooting with split screen one showing her expressions while the other showing her ass.

"Look at that", Dev said, his voice thick with desire as he pointed at Padma's ass. "It's like a ripe mango begging to be squeezed." , Kumar nodded his eyes never leaving the screen, " Her expressions are perfect", he murmured, stroking his cock through his pant, "Just a right mix of innocence and temptation".
Rhea came there with alcohol to serve them, she already worked with Dev, she knows how big of a pervert he is but she was poor and had no choice other than work for him.
Dev's hands started pulling his pant and underwear down, his gaze never leaving the screen and pulled his thick erect black dick out as he heard Rhea's steps approaching, " Come here, sweetheart ", he said, his voice a low growl, Rhea felt disgusted but she knew what was expected of her. She put the alcohol on table and kneeled infront of Dev and started sucking his thick dick.
While Kumar also took his dick out and started stroking it watching the tv screen.
Dev moaned in pleasure as Rhea started sucking him, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched Padma's butt jiggle with each squeeze, "Look at her", he groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he began to thrust into her mouth. "So ripe, so ready to be fucked". Kumar nodded in agreement, stroking his own cock, " Just like we knew she would be," he murmured, his eyes glazed with lust."Such a natural beauty".
Rhea's mouth is getting fucked more and more deeper as Dev was pulling her closer with each movement.
Kumar with his eyes glued to the screen, "The way she moaned", he said his voice filled with awe, " It was like she was begging for it"., his stroking increased, " We are going to have to explore that side of her character more in the future scenes."

Dev chuckled darkly, his eyes glittering with hunger, "I can't wait to see what else she got"., he said his hand pulling Rhea harder., " Her ass is like a work of art, just waiting to be appreciated". His voice trailed off as Rhea took him deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with effort.

Kumar nodded, his strokes becoming more deliberate as he watched the scene replay, " And those tits", he said, his voice thick with desire. "Just imagine them bouncing as we take her from behind, her screams muffled by the desk."
Both of them were at the heights of excitement as their imagination getting more wild.

"Her skin is so smooth, like silk," remembering his touchs on her naked skin at the tailor shop., Dev started pumping Rhea's mouth at a very fast pace as he is nearing the climax, " We'll have her bent over that desk everyday, begging for more.

Kumar's eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought, " Yes" , he agreed his own hand moving faster, " And we'll have her in every position imaginable, until she can't walk straight without remembering our dicks inside her."

With a final grunt, Dev filled Rhea's mouth with his hot, thick and salty cum holding her head in place until he was finished. He leaned back in sofa with a sigh of satisfaction, his chest heaving, " Good girl", he murmured, patting her cheek.
Rhea swallowed all his cum, she didn't dare to look up, but waiting for Dev's orders.
Dev looking at Kumar " Your turn" , pushing Rhea towards him.
Kumar thanked him and started fucking Rhea's mouth.
After that they took turns fucking Rhea, their friendship grew further and so their lust for Padma.

At home before going to sleep Padma was still feeling their hands on her ass, to distract herself from it, she thought of lovemaking with her husband and turned her face towards him but he was long asleep and a disappointment covered her face and she started rubbing her clitoris thinking of Reddy but her soft hand couldn't replicate the rough and delicate touch of Reddy, she felt like all her happiness was taken away but she can't do anything about it, She fall asleep after straining her brain till midnight.

NOTE :
If have any good scene suggestions let me know.
Sry for any grammatical mistakes.

[Hakari77]

I will post next updates from 10th Feb and the updates will regular.

[Hakari77]

Really sorry guys, my postings got extended and our psychiatry department is playing with us, unnecessarily extending our postings.
I don't know how long they want to extend but most probably till 20th of this month and also I am very busy running around the departments for signs., So it is making me impossible to get any time to write the story.

I will try to continue the story as soon as my postings end.

[Hakari77]

Next morning at 8 AM :


Padma got into the car, it is just second day of shooting but her mind is full of replays of what happened in the past couple of days, Dev and Aaron saw her almost naked and touched her exposed skin in the name of taking measurements and Dev and Kumar touched her buttocks in the name of acting and even made her wear transparent saree and sleeveless blouse.
Padma is trying to make sense of what happened was just a normal thing for all the actress but she can feel the desparation they had while touching her and their gazes that carried hunger were tough to ignore.
Padma closed her eyes to get out of those thoughts and started thinking about Reddy and her relationship.

In a few minutes the car reached the shooting spot, Rhea was there at the gate to receive her and both of them went to the dressing room.
The morning schedule of shooting went normal but once after the lunch.
Kumar asked Padma to change her outfit for the next scene, Padma nodded and went to the dressing room along with Rhea.
Padma looked at the maroon red saree and sleeveless and deep neck blouse placed on the chair.
Padma wore the outfit without much hesitation as it was pretty much the same kind of outfit she wore yesterday.

Dev, Kumar, Padma and the two cameramen reached the same spot as yesterday, the Principal's cabin.

Kumar started narrating the story to Padma and Dev as they settled in the chairs.

The scene was a bold twist in Kumar's script : the journalist-tsacher, aware of the Principal's weakness for women, decides to turn the tables and seduce him in his cabin to gain his trust and access hia secrets.

The action starts :

Padma dbangd in a maroon red saree that clug to her curves, felt a flutter of nerves as she stepped onto the set. Kumar's eyes gleamed with anticipation, while Dev, already in character as the lecherous Principal, licked his lips, barely hiding his lust.
Padma entered the cabin, her heels clicking against the floor. Dev, seated behind his desk, shouted, "You're useless Padma, even after punishment you are unable to control the class, explain your self!"

Padma following the script, took a deep breath and softened her stance., " You're too strict Sir", she said, her voice low and sultry. With a deliberate flick of her wrist, she let the pallu of her saree slip, the fabric sliding down her shoulder to reveal the swell of her blouse-clad chest. The crew held their breath as Dev's eyes widened, the milky white skin, her deep neck blouse hinting the depth between her milky mountains, the shape of her breasts pressing against each other as she bent forward to adjust her pallu.

Dev rose from his chair, his movements slow and predatory. " It's deliberate isn't it"., he said stepping closer until he loomed over her.
Padma tilted her head, her lips parting as she murmured, " A kiss might calm you down, sir. Isn't that what you need?".
According to the script, it was a brief head movements to look like a real kiss.
But Dev had already decided to claim her mouth., He seized her face with both hands, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth claimed hers, tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her with a raw intensity that sent a shockwave through her body.Padma stiffened, caught off guard, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest to push him away.

Before she could pull away, Kumar's voice cut through the haze. " Perfect Dev Sir, you are excellent at modifying the script to attract audience."

Suddenly, Padma felt Kumar behind her, his arms snaking around her waist as he pressed himself against her back. " Relax Padma, Feel his kiss", Kumar whispered into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
" Let it melt you, show us that conflict, that surrender." his hands slid up her sides, brushing the underside of her boobs through the thin blouse, while his hips ground subtly against her, his dick unmistakable as it pressed into the curve of her ass.

Padma's mind spun. Dev's kiss deepened, his erection now firm against her stomach, his hands pressing her cheeks as he held her captive.
" You taste so good", he muttered against her lips, his voice full of lust.
Kumar's hands roamed lower, gripping her hips to pull her tighter against him, "That's it", he purred, his lips grazing her neck. " Relax and think you are in control, the audience loves that rawness."

Trapped between them, Padma's breath hitched. Dev's tongue teased hers, his dick throbbing through the fabric of his pant, while Kumar's dick rubbed insistently against her ass crack, the saree offering little barrier.
"You are too stiff," Kumar said softly his hands sliding on her hips. " Loosen up, feel the kiss, it's all for the shot".
Dev took her lower lip, his hands dropped to squeeze her waist.

Padma's body betrayed her, a shiver running through her as she closed her eyes and pictured Reddy, she let that memory fuel her performance., a soft moan escaping her lips as she kissed back.

Noticing it Kumar released her and said, " Perfect."

Dev stepped back and wiped his mouth smirking., Padma held her head down, her legs trembling, caught between the rush of the scene and the reality of their hands on her., she wiped her mouth with trembling hands.

Kumar said, "You did great Padma, now you are ready for the scene."

Padma's anxiety creeping high, She slowly raised her head and glanced at Dev, who is already sitting in his chair, with a predatory smirk tugging at his lips.
Padma knows of heroines doing bold scenes like this, she in her nervous state nodded her head for the scene., she wants to complete it in one take as she wouldn't have to endure another take.

The crew reset, and the cameras rolled again.
Padma stood in the Principal's cabin, her saree still slightly askew from last shot.
The dialogues followed by another unscripted move from Dev.
Dev got up from the chair, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, shoving her upper body down onto the desk, the wood pressed cold against her chest, her boobs flattening beneath her blouse as her breath caught. Dev's body followed, molding against her back, his weight pinning her in place. His lips brushed her ear as he growled, "You deserve punishment, don't you?" his voice was low, dripping with menace and lust.

Padma felt his erection, hard and insistent, shove against her ass crack, the thin saree doing little to dull the sensation. He rocked his hips subtly, grinding into her, his hands gripping her waist to hold her steady. The heat of his body seeped into hers, as she could feel the hardness of his dick sinking into her soft flesh, claiming her in a way that blurred the line between acting and reality.
"You feel that?" he whispered, his breath hot against her earlobe, " This is for teasing me". His grip tightened on her hips as he pressed himself deeper, savouring the way her curves yielded to him.

Then, with a sudden twist, he flipped her around to face him, her back now against the desk's edge.
Dev said, " Okay no punishment, as you said a kiss might do the job".

Dev's hands cupped her face, and he pulled her into a kiss, a deep, possessive and raw one. His lips crashed against hers, firm and demanding, parting them with a flick of his tongue. He tasted her, his mouth moving with a slow, deliberate hunger. His tongue explored her, sliding against hers in a wet, sensual dance, coaxing a response as he sucked gently on her lower lip., his hands slid to her neck, thumbs brushing her jaw as he angled her head to deepen the assault.

Padma's mind reeled, the kiss far beyond the script's head movement. Her heart pounded, everything happening so quickly and her body responding to it.
She know if she fought it, they'd demand another take, so she surrendered, kissing him back with a passion as she missed those Reddy's kisses.
Her lips softened, her tongue tentatively meeting his, and a soft whimper escaped her throat, fueling Dev's fervor.
His dick pressed against her stomach now, throbbing through his pant, and his grip tightened as he groaned into her mouth, lost in the heat of her response.

Seeing all this, Kumar finally said, "Cut".
Dev pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before he wiped his mouth with a satisfied smile.
Padma straightened, her chest heaving, her saree crumpled and her face flushed. She avoided their eyes, smoothing her hair as her pulse raced.

Dev stepped back, adjusting himself shamelessly, his arousal still evident.
Kumar said, " Brilliant, Padma and Dev sir, you guys gave your best performance for the scene."

The two cameramen shifted awkwardly, their pants tight, as they adjusted their own arousal, as they nodded in acceptance with Kumar.

Padma forced a small smile, her body still tingling from Dev's touch, her mind a tangle of Reddy's image and the surreal intensity of the moment.

Padma's body got used to a lot manly touches and great sex from Reddy which she is missing now, the touch from Dev or Kumar only igniting her desires., but she knows it's wrong, she is just doing it for the movie, she forced herself into thinking that she hates all this but doing it for the movie.

After that Padma changed back to her normal dress and left for home.

Dev and Kumar didn't believe their luck, she kissed back Dev that easily and didn't resist their intimate touches.

At night as Kumar and Dev sat on the sofa drinking and watching the scene on the tv.

"Man, her ass - soft as fuck, like butter," Dev rasped, 
"When I jammed my dick into that crack, bro, it was like sinking into a juicy cushion - fat, bouncy, sucking me in. Wanted to smack it raw and fuck it stupid right there." He rubbed the bulge on his pant, smirking.

Kumar cackled, a nasty, guttural sound, chugging his drink. "Yeah, man, I felt that thick ass too. Pressed my dick tight in that groove, so warm, so meaty, wobbling like a goddamn jelly when she twitched. Nearly ripped that saree off and pounded it dry. And those tits - huge, heavy fuckers spilling out of her blouse. Saw em smash the desk when you bent her, bro wanted to squeeze em till she howled."

Dev licked his lips, eyes gone foggy. "Her mouth, though fucking tasty, kissing her was like sucking on candy, all wet and hot. Shoved my tongue deep, licked her up good, and when she moaned, my dick nearly blew in my pant. Could've fucked her mouth all night, that little whimper, still buzzing in my ears."

Kumar nodded his hand stroking his dick, "Yeah, she's got no clue, bro, fuckin us up. That soft body, sticks to you like dough. When I hugged that fat ass. Skin smooth as cream, warm as hell, built for banging. Those tits bouncing under my hands, nipples poking out, wanted to tear that blouse and suck em dry".

" Ass size, man," Dev cut in, voice drooping low and nasty. " So big you grab it with both hands and there's still more. Pinned her to the desk, my dick rock hard, grinding that juicy crack. Felt her meat shaking under me, pure fuckin heaven. Turned her around, saw those lips all puffed from my kiss, wanted to shove my dick in her mouth next."

Kumar grinned, leaning in, reeking of booze and horniness. " Bitch! , she is playing innocent while I am humping her ass and you're tongue-fucking her mouth, dirtiest shit ever, bro too damn hot. Tomorrow I'm going all in, hands on those tits, squeezing those nipples hard. Bet she's dripping under that saree, squirming like that."

Dev groaned, yanking at his pant, his dick bulging like a steel rod. "Fuck yeah, man. Tomorrow I'm bending her again, making her feel every inch of me. She kissed back, that slut, she's starving for it. Tasted like she's begging. Next time, I'll have her choking my name, just watch."

Rhea walked in with alcohol, Dev unable to control took her to bedroom., Kumar started stroking his dick waiting for his turn and imagining Padma.



NOTE : 
Sorry for delays and now for this small update, was busy with a lot of things but will try to be regular from now.

[Hakari77]

Next Chapter: The Third Day :

The next morning, Padma woke up with a heavy mind and a body that still carried faint echoes of the previous day’s touches. Her full, milk-laden breasts ached as she fed her baby boy, the warm liquid flowing easily. She stood in front of the mirror afterward, dbanging a simple cotton saree for the journey, her creamy white skin glowing softly under the morning light filtering through the window. Her innocent round face, with its large expressive eyes, reflected deep conflict.
“This is all just acting… for the money, to clear our debts, until Reddy comes back,” she repeated to herself like a mantra. Reddy — the tall, dark, strong pure soul who had entered her life under the guise of spiritual service — had awakened desires in her that her husband Rakesh never had. His commanding yet caring touches, the way he made her feel both submissive and cherished… she missed that intensity terribly. These film people, with their “professional” demands, felt different — more calculated, more hungry. But she had come this far. Stopping now would mean losing everything they promised.
The production car arrived on time. Rhea, the assistant, greeted her with her usual polite smile and escorted her to the dressing room. Today’s outfit was a rich maroon red cotton saree with a matching sleeveless, deep-neck blouse. The fabric was soft yet clung subtly to her curves, and the deep neckline was more revealing than anything Padma had worn before marriage. She dbangd the saree with meticulous care — tucking the pleats neatly into her petticoat at her slim waist, ensuring the pallu hung modestly over her left shoulder to cover her ample chest as much as possible. Without a bra (lactation made it uncomfortable and impractical), her heavy breasts strained gently against the thin blouse material. A small damp spot was already forming near one nipple from the constant fullness.
Kumar knocked lightly and entered. “Padma madam, today we shoot the big seduction sequence in the Principal’s cabin. Your character is a traditional teacher using her charm to get secrets from the strict Principal. Show the hesitation, the internal battle, and the slow giving in. Natural reactions only — you’re doing wonderfully so far.”
Padma nodded silently, her heart already pounding as she was led to the set.

The set was the familiar dimly lit Principal’s office: a sturdy wooden desk, chairs, bookshelves casting long shadows, and soft lighting that created an intimate, almost private atmosphere. Dev waited there, his tall, well-built frame imposing in a crisp shirt. The two cameramen adjusted their angles eagerly. Kumar stood nearby, script notes in hand, his eyes sharp and attentive.
“Action!”
Padma stepped into the frame gracefully, her maroon saree swaying with each hesitant step, the pallu dbangd securely over her shoulder, the deep neckline hinting at the soft swells beneath without fully exposing them. Her voice was soft and pleading as scripted: “Sir, please… the students need your understanding. I’ll do anything to make things right.”
Dev rose slowly from behind the desk, towering over her 5’4” frame. His eyes traced her body openly. “Anything?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You come here dressed like this, teasing me with those eyes, and expect me to bend?”
As per direction, Padma let her pallu slip just a little as she moved nearer, the fabric gliding down her shoulder in a slow cascade. The creamy upper curves of her heavy breasts came into fuller view, the blouse fabric stretched tight. A faint damp spot from her milk was visible.
Dev’s gaze intensified. He reached out and caught the edge of her pallu, pulling it further down her arm deliberately, bunching the maroon fabric at her elbow. The pallu now hung loosely, exposing much more of her deep neckline and the inviting valley between her breasts. Padma’s breath hitched. She felt exposed but stayed in place, her cheeks burning.
Kumar’s voice came softly from the side: “Excellent, Padma. Hold that innocent hesitation.”
Dev placed his hands firmly on her waist, fingers tracing the bare skin between the blouse and the saree tuck at her petticoat. He pulled her closer until her soft, yielding belly pressed against his hardening crotch. Padma could clearly feel his erection through his pants. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, building kiss — starting gentle, then deepening as his tongue traced her lower lip and pushed inside, exploring her mouth with passion.
Padma stiffened at first, her small hands pressing lightly against his broad chest. But Dev held the back of her neck with one strong hand, tilting her head and controlling the kiss, making it impossible to pull away easily. His other hand moved up to cup her left breast through the thin blouse, squeezing it gently but firmly. The pressure caused warm milk to leak, visibly dampening the fabric over her dark nipple. Padma gasped into his mouth, a rush of unwanted heat flooding her body. Her traditional mind screamed that this was too much, but the “scene” and the physical sensations held her frozen.
Seeing her frozen in that mix of shock and budding arousal, Kumar moved in naturally from behind. He came closer, his body pressing lightly against her back at first. One of his hands slid down to squeeze her plump, saree-covered ass cheek possessively, kneading the soft flesh. “Padma, just like that… improve your expressions. Show us the conflict turning into surrender,” he whispered hotly near her ear, his voice low and guiding, as if purely directing. His breath sent shivers down her spine.
Padma’s mind whirled in confusion. Why is Kumar touching me like this? This isn’t in the script… is it normal for direction? She wanted to stop him, to pull away and protest, but Dev’s passionate kiss dominated her — his tongue dancing with hers, his hand still squeezing her leaking breast, holding the back of her neck firmly. Her body was betraying her; the combined attention made her weak, a fresh wetness building between her thighs. She felt horny and powerless, her legs trembling slightly.
Kumar continued smoothly, his other hand gathering the hem of her maroon saree and the petticoat layers underneath. “I need a couple of exposed leg shots for the camera angles,” he said casually but firmly, as if it were standard procedure. He lifted the fabrics slowly, inch by inch — first revealing her smooth, creamy white calves, then her knees, then higher up her shapely thighs. The bunched fabric rustled softly. Padma trembled harder, not fully understanding why her lower body was being exposed in this “seduction” scene, but Dev’s controlling kiss and neck hold kept her upper body occupied and submissive.
“Yeah, just like that… moan naturally, Padma. I will help you,” Kumar murmured encouragingly. He knelt slightly to one side for better camera access, his hot breath brushing her skin. He began kissing and licking along her right leg — starting from the knee, moving upward with deliberate, wet trails of his tongue along her soft inner thigh. The sensations were electric. Padma let out a soft, involuntary moan into Dev’s mouth, her body arching slightly.
Dev kept the kiss deep and passionate throughout, his hand kneading her breast more boldly, milk seeping onto his fingers through the blouse. He occasionally switched to squeezing the other breast too, maintaining control with the hand at her neck. Padma was sandwiched — Dev dominating her mouth and chest from the front, Kumar’s mouth and hands exploring her legs and ass from behind/side. 
Padma’s internal struggle was intense. This is wrong… why is Kumar lifting my saree and petticoat so high? I should stop them… but Dev’s kiss… my body feels so weak, so hot. Guilt flooded her — thoughts of her husband Rakesh, her baby, and especially Reddy’s “pure” service — but the physical pleasure and the pressure of “one good take” made her hesitate. She didn’t push them away. Her panties were soaked now, her thighs quivering under Kumar’s licking.
They prolonged the moment for several long, detailed minutes. Dev’s tongue explored her mouth thoroughly while his fingers teased her leaking nipples through the damp fabric. Kumar’s tongue moved higher up her thighs, his hands squeezing her ass again occasionally, all while giving “directions”: “Perfect, Padma… feel it… give us more of that natural reaction.”
Finally, Kumar called “Cut!” his voice slightly hoarse.
Padma staggered back as they released her, breathing heavily. Her pallu was down, blouse damp and askew over her heaving breasts, saree and petticoat hiked up to mid-thighs, skin glistening with traces of saliva on her legs. Tears of guilt and confusion welled in her eyes as she hurriedly adjusted her clothes with shaking hands, avoiding their hungry gazes. Dev smirked, adjusting his obvious erection. Kumar stood, praising her effusively: “That slow build, your expressions, the way you let it happen naturally — brilliant work, Padma. The audience will be hooked.”

After a short break (during which Padma tried to compose herself in the corner, her body still throbbing), they reset for the next sequence on the desk.
Dev pushed her gently but firmly toward the desk. “You think you can tease me and get away?” he growled in character, spinning her so her front pressed against the cool wood. Her heavy breasts flattened against the surface through the blouse. Dev molded against her back, his hard cock pressing insistently into the cleft of her ass through the saree layers. He rocked slowly, grinding in deliberate circles.
His hands reached around, squeezing both breasts again, milk leaking freely. Then he turned her to face him, lifting her to sit on the desk edge, legs parted. Dev worked on the saree tuck at her waist with slow, teasing fingers, loosening pleats while kissing her neck. Kumar joined from the side again.
Kumar told Padma she needs wrap her legs around Dev, and lifted her saree and petticoat above her knees., She wrapped her legs around Dev., his cock now poking just above her cunt.
Dev pulled her blouse upward gradually — exposing her full, milky breasts completely — Kumar lifted her saree and petticoat higher, his mouth following with kisses and licks up her thigh from side., Dev captured her mouth again in a deep kiss, hand on her neck, the other playing with her exposed, leaking breasts. Padma’s moans grew more genuine as waves of pleasure and guilt crashed over her.

As the cameras kept rolling for this extended take, Dev broke the deep kiss and looked down at her exposed, glistening breasts with raw hunger. “Look at these beautiful, full breasts… leaking just for me,” he murmured, staying somewhat in character but his voice thick with real lust. He held the back of her neck firmly with one hand, tilting her head slightly so she couldn’t easily look away, while his other hand cupped her right breast from below, lifting the heavy, creamy mound.
Padma’s heart raced wildly. No… this is too intimate… I should stop him now, she thought desperately. But her body felt weak and hot, her nipples aching and leaking more under his gaze. Dev lowered his head slowly, his hot breath teasing her sensitive skin first. He kissed the upper swell of her right breast softly, then trailed wet kisses downward until his lips closed around her dark, erect nipple.
He sucked firmly, drawing the warm, sweet milk into his mouth with a loud, satisfied groan. Padma arched her back involuntarily, a genuine moan escaping her lips as the intense suction sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Milk flowed freely into Dev’s mouth as he suckled greedily, his tongue swirling around the nipple, flicking it inside his mouth while he applied rhythmic pressure. Some milk trickled from the corner of his lips down her creamy breast.
Kumar, still on the side, continued lifting and bunching her saree and petticoat higher, his hands squeezing her ass and thighs, licking upward along the side of her thigh as he encouraged her: “Yes, Padma… moan naturally like that. Let the pleasure show on your face. This is perfect for the scene.”
Dev switched to her left breast, taking the nipple deep into his mouth and sucking even harder. He kneaded the right one with his free hand, milking it gently so more warm liquid dripped onto his fingers and her skin. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet set. Padma’s hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her body trembling. She felt utterly exposed and controlled — Dev’s strong hand at her neck, his mouth feasting on her lactating breasts, Kumar’s tongue teasing her thighs from the side. Her panties were completely soaked, her traditional mind drowning in guilt and confusion while her awakened body craved more.
Dev took his time, prolonging the sucking for long minutes. He alternated between breasts, sometimes sucking one while pinching and rolling the nipple of the other, sometimes pressing both heavy mounds together and licking from one nipple to the other. Milk coated his lips and chin, glistening on Padma’s creamy white skin. She whimpered and moaned helplessly, tears of shame mixing with the overwhelming sensations.
Kumar’s voice guided her softly between her moans: “Just like that, Padma… surrender to the feeling. Beautiful.”
The cameras captured every detail — the way her breasts jiggled slightly with each suck, the milk flowing, the slow licking on her thighs, her flushed innocent face torn between guilt and pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of this detailed, sensual assault, Kumar called “Cut!”
Padma sat on the desk edge for a moment longer, disheveled and breathing raggedly — blouse pulled up, breasts exposed and glistening with milk and saliva, saree and petticoat bunched high around her waist, legs trembling. She quickly covered herself with shaking hands, tears flowing silently as reality crashed back. Dev wiped his mouth with a satisfied smirk. Kumar praised her extensively for the raw, natural performance.

That evening at home, feeding her baby, Padma replayed every slow moment. Under the sheets later, her hand wandered, thinking of Reddy… but Dev and Kumar’s touches intruded. The lines were blurring faster than she could handle.

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Padma woke up slowly in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Rakesh was still sleeping beside her, his breathing steady and deep. The baby was quiet in the crib nearby, lost in his own peaceful sleep. For a moment she just lay there, looking at her husband’s face. A wave of guilt washed over her. He had come back from Dubai, signed the movie contract without hesitation, and kept telling her how proud he was that she was helping the family. He had no idea what was really happening at Dev’s farmhouse.

She slipped out of bed carefully so she wouldn’t wake them. In the bathroom she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got ready. She chose a modest sky blue cotton saree with a simple matching blouse, dbangd it neatly, and tied her hair back. The fabric felt safe and familiar against her skin. She went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast, the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables and stirring pots helping calm her mind a little.

Rakesh came up behind her while she was at the stove. He wrapped his arms around her waist over the saree and pulled her gently against him. His lips found the side of her neck, warm and lingering.

“Thank you, Padma,” he murmured against her skin. “Thank you for doing this film. You saved us. With the money from this we can finally clear the debts and breathe again.” He kissed her neck again, softer this time. “Is everything going fine at the shooting? They’re treating you well?”

She kept stirring the pot, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Everything is fine. Kumar sir and Dev sir are very professional. The scenes are going smoothly.” She didn’t mention the cabin groping from yesterday. She didn’t mention how Dev and Kumar’s touches., She couldn’t bear to make Rakesh sad or worried. He trusted his friend Kumar completely.

Rakesh kissed the top of her head and let her go. “Good. I’m proud of you.” He went to the bathroom to freshen up.

They had breakfast together at the small dining table. Padma fed the baby afterwards, sitting on the sofa with him latched to her breast. The familiar pull of milk leaving her body made her think, just for a second, of how Dev had sucked her yesterday. She pushed the thought away quickly. After the baby was full and burped, she changed into fresh clothes under the saree and waited for the car.

The black sedan sent by Dev arrived right on time, like every day. She kissed Rakesh goodbye on the cheek and got in. The drive to the farmhouse on the outskirts of the city felt longer than usual. Her stomach was tight with nerves.

When she reached Dev’s big farmhouse, the usual crowd of crew members was missing. Only one car was parked outside. Inside, Kumar and Dev were sitting in the main living area, talking quietly over coffee. They both looked up when she entered and greeted her with polite, professional smiles, as if nothing intimate had happened the day before.

“Good morning, Padma,” Kumar said warmly. “You’re on time.”

She looked around. “Why are there no other people today?”

Kumar leaned back in his chair. “Today’s scene doesn’t need the full crew. It’s a private sequence. After your character has gained the Principal’s trust, he takes her to his house. You have to seduce him there. This will be your first proper sex scene in the film. We want it to feel real and intimate, so we’re keeping it small and controlled.”

Padma’s heart beat faster. She nodded slowly.

Kumar smiled. “Hurry and get changed into your costume. Rhea is waiting in the costume room.”

Rhea took her to a small room at the back. Hanging on a hook was the costume: a black lace bra and matching panty set, and a tight black sleeveless bodycon dress that ended just at the knees. The fabric looked thin and stretchy.

Padma hesitated, staring at it. “This… this is very short.”

Rhea gave her an encouraging smile. “It’s common in these kinds of scenes, Padma. The director wants you to look seductive and confident. You’ll be fine. Just try it on.”

She changed in the small changing area. The black bra and panty felt strange against her skin after wearing modest sarees every day. The bodycon dress was even worse. It hugged every curve tightly, the hem riding up her thighs no matter how much she tugged it down. The neckline dipped low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her arms and legs were completely bare. She felt exposed and uncomfortable. She kept pulling at the hem, trying to make it longer, but it refused to stay in place.

When she finally stepped out, Rhea’s eyes widened in approval. “Wow, Padma. It suits you so well. You look stunning. The black really brings out your skin tone and figure.”

Padma kept her head slightly down as she walked back to the living area. Kumar and Dev both went quiet the moment they saw her. Dev’s eyes moved slowly over her body — the way the tight dress clung to her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the smooth bare skin of her legs and arms, the small amount of cleavage visible. Kumar’s gaze was equally hungry, though he tried to keep his expression professional.

“Sit, Padma,” Kumar said after a moment, clearing his throat.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping her knees pressed together and tugging at the hem again. Dev’s eyes never left her. She kept her head down, listening as Kumar explained the scene.

“You dressed like this to seduce the Principal and make him trust you completely. That’s the intention behind the look. You want him to believe you’re offering yourself to him. Understand?”

She nodded without looking up.

They moved to the bedroom set in one of the private wings of the farmhouse. It was neatly arranged — a large bed with crisp white sheets, bedside tables with lamps, soft lighting. Only one cameraman was present, already adjusting his equipment. Kumar stood near the camera and explained the flow once more.

“Action.”

Dev and Padma walked into the bedroom together, talking in low voices as per the script.

“You are so beautiful,” Dev said, stopping near the bed and looking at her. “But why did you like me? Is it for the money?”

Padma looked up at him, trying to stay in character even though her heart was racing. “It’s not the money. It’s your body… and your commanding aura. It can make any woman fall for you.”

Dev stepped closer. They kissed slowly at first, then more deeply. His hands rested on her waist over the tight bodycon dress. They moved together toward the bed, still kissing.

Kumar’s voice cut in from behind the camera. “Padma, remove his shirt.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the buttons of Dev’s shirt. It felt far too intimate. She struggled with the buttons, her mind flashing to Rakesh at home and how wrong this felt, but she kept going because the camera was rolling. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Dev was now bare from the waist up.

He pushed her gently onto the bed. She lay on her back. Dev climbed on top of her, keeping a small respectful space between their bodies as the script required. He kissed her again, then moved lower, kissing her neck while his hands rubbed the sides of her thighs over the tight black dress.

“Cut,” Kumar said. “Excellent. Both of you are doing very well.” He stepped closer to the bed. “Now for the next step. Dev will move on top of you and you will move with him like actual sex is happening. But we’ll cover you both with the bedsheet up to your chest so the audience sees it as a real sex scene. It will look natural and intense.”

Padma felt a small relief at the idea. At least they wouldn’t actually be touching in that way. It would just be acting and movement under the sheet.

But Dev already had other plans.

They got into position on the bed. Kumar gave the next instruction. “Dev, pull her bodycon dress down until it only covers her nipples. For the audience it should look like you’re both naked under the sheet.”

Dev’s hands moved immediately. He tugged the tight fabric down slowly until the dress barely covered her nipples, exposing the full upper swell of her breasts and deep cleavage. He leaned down and kissed the soft skin there, his lips brushing the tops of her breasts. Then he started moving his hips in a slow rhythm, keeping his hands planted on either side of her head on the bed for balance, not touching her body yet.

“Give me natural expressions, Padma,” Kumar said from beside the camera. “Like you’re really feeling it during sex.”

She tried. She really tried. But her face stayed tense and uncertain.

Dev saw his opening.

While still moving above her, he slid his right hand under the bedsheet and between her legs. His fingers found the bare skin of her inner thigh and rubbed slowly upward.

Padma’s eyes flew open. She stiffened. “What are you doing, Sir?”

Dev’s voice was low, close to her ear, still moving his hips for the camera. “You’re struggling with the expressions. I’m just helping you. Relax. It will look much more real this way.”

Before she could answer, he used his other hand to tug the bodycon dress a little lower on the left side, fully exposing her left breast and nipple. He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first. Warm milk immediately began to flow. He drank it with obvious enjoyment, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

At the same time his right hand moved higher between her legs. His palm pressed against the thin black panty. He felt the wetness already soaking through the fabric and smiled against her breast. His confidence grew. He rubbed her outer pussy lips slowly through the panty, pressing the damp material against her.

Padma’s body reacted before her mind could stop it. A soft moan escaped her lips. Heat flooded between her thighs. She was struggling with too many emotions at once — the shock of Dev crossing such a personal line, the pressure to deliver a good performance for the movie that was supposed to help her family, the unwanted arousal building in her body, and the guilt that Rakesh was at home right now trusting everyone involved.

Dev hooked one finger into the side of her panty and pulled it aside. Cool air touched her wet folds for a second before his fingers ran slowly across her bare cunt. He found her clit and began circling it with firm, steady pressure.

Padma’s control slipped completely. A louder moan broke from her throat. Her hips twitched. The cameraman behind the lens was rock hard, his pants visibly tented as he kept filming her changing expressions. Kumar stood nearby, one hand discreetly rubbing the front of his own pants while he kept his voice encouraging and calm.

“Excellent, Padma… your expressions are getting much better. Just a little more… let it come naturally.”

Dev sucked harder on her nipple, drinking more of her milk, while his fingers played with her clit. Then he slowly pushed his thick middle finger between her wet folds and slid it inside her pussy.

Padma moaned loudly, her thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Her inner walls gripped his thick finger tightly as it pushed deeper.

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Dev kept his thick middle finger buried deep inside Padma’s pussy for a long moment, letting her feel every inch of it stretching her. Her inner walls were gripping him tightly, hot and slick with her growing wetness. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the single camera, he began to move.
Slowly, he pulled his finger back until only the tip remained inside her entrance. He could feel how her pussy tried to hold onto him, the soft, wet folds clinging. Then he pushed forward again, sinking the full length of his thick finger back into her in one deliberate stroke. The movement was unhurried, letting her feel every ridge and knuckle as it dragged along her sensitive inner walls.
Padma’s breath hitched. A shaky moan escaped her lips. Her thighs, still pressed together around his wrist, trembled. Dev’s mouth stayed latched onto her exposed left breast, sucking steadily. Warm milk continued to flow into his mouth with every pull of his lips. He swallowed it with obvious pleasure, his tongue flicking over her stiff nipple between sucks.
He repeated the motion — slow withdrawal, then a deep, steady thrust back in. Each time he pushed forward, he curled his finger slightly upward, pressing against the soft, spongy spot inside her. On the next slow thrust, he added a gentle twisting motion, rotating his wrist so his finger rubbed along different parts of her tight channel.
Kumar’s voice came from beside the bed, calm but encouraging. “That’s it, Padma… your expressions are looking much more natural now. Keep going. Dev, nice and steady.”
Dev obeyed the direction on the surface while doing exactly what he wanted underneath the sheet. He began a slow, rhythmic fingerfucking — pulling almost all the way out until her entrance fluttered around his fingertip, then sinking back in deep. Each thrust was measured and deliberate. He could feel her pussy growing wetter with every stroke, her juices coating his finger and starting to drip down toward his palm.
Padma’s hands gripped the bedsheet on either side of her body. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch upward to meet his finger on the next thrust. She hated how good it felt. The thick digit moving inside her was stretching her in a way that made her clit throb. Dev’s thumb brushed against her swollen clit on the next outward pull, pressing lightly before sliding back in.
He kept sucking her breast, drinking more of her milk. A thin trail of it escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down the curve of her breast. His right hand never stopped moving between her legs. He varied the rhythm slightly — three slow, deep thrusts, then two shallower ones that focused on rubbing her front wall, then another long, deep push that buried his finger to the last knuckle.
Padma’s moans were getting harder to control. Every time his curled finger dragged over that sensitive spot inside her, a fresh wave of wetness coated him. Her pussy was making soft, wet sounds with each slow thrust, sounds that only Dev and the cameraman could faintly hear beneath the rustle of the bedsheet.
Dev finally added his index finger alongside the middle one. He pushed both thick digits into her together, stretching her pussy wider. Padma’s back arched off the bed. A louder, broken moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hand for a second before relaxing again.
He began fucking her with two fingers now — still slow, still deep. He scissored them gently inside her on every inward thrust, spreading her walls apart before pulling back. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles in time with the movement of his fingers. The combination made her entire body tense and tremble.
Kumar kept speaking, his voice steady. “Excellent work, both of you. Padma, those sounds you’re making are perfect. Don’t hold back. Dev, keep the rhythm consistent — the camera loves how natural this looks.”
Dev’s fingers were now coated in her slick juices. Every slow thrust made a quiet, wet sound. He curled both fingers upward again, pressing firmly against her g-spot while his thumb continued its steady circles on her clit. Milk kept flowing from her exposed nipple into his hungry mouth. He switched to her right breast for a moment, sucking that nipple into his mouth as well and drawing more milk from her.
Padma’s mind was spinning. The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely. Her body was responding to every slow movement of Dev’s fingers inside her, every pull of his lips on her sensitive nipples. She could feel her orgasm approaching — the tight, fluttering sensation deep in her pussy, the way her walls were starting to clench rhythmically around his fingers.
Dev felt it too. He slowed his movements even more, drawing the pleasure out. He pulled his fingers almost completely out, letting her feel the emptiness for a heartbeat, then pushed both thick digits back in to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. At the same time, he sucked hard on her nipple and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit.
Padma’s moan turned into a soft, desperate cry. Her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers, gripping them tightly as her body hovered right on the edge. Her hips were moving now in small, helpless circles, chasing the sensation. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the camera, Dev’s fingers kept working her slowly and deeply, refusing to let her come just yet.
He wanted to feel every single flutter and clench. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible while the camera kept rolling and Kumar kept encouraging her “natural expressions.”
Padma’s breathing had turned ragged. Her hands were fisted in the bedsheet. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, milk still glistening on her skin where Dev had sucked. His two thick fingers remained buried deep inside her soaked pussy, moving in that same torturously slow rhythm — out almost to the tips, then a long, deliberate thrust back in that made her entire body shudder.
She was right there, teetering on the edge, when Dev suddenly stopped moving his fingers completely. He kept them fully inside her, just holding them still, letting her feel how full she was while his thumb gave one last, slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Kumar’s voice came again, low and satisfied. “Hold that expression, Padma… perfect. Dev, stay right there for a moment.”
Dev’s mouth left her breast. He looked down at her flushed face, his fingers still buried to the knuckles inside her clenching pussy. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he felt her walls fluttering desperately around him, right on the verge of orgasm but denied at the last second.
The camera kept rolling.

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Padma was still trembling when Kumar’s voice finally cut through the thick air in the room.

“Cut!”
The word landed heavily. Dev slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his two thick fingers out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness hit her hard. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around nothing, a deep, throbbing ache blooming inside her. She had been right on the edge — one more firm press of his thumb against her clit, one more curl of those fingers against her sensitive spot, and she would have come undone. Instead, she was left hanging. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, and desperately needy. Every tiny movement of her hips made her walls squeeze and release, chasing a release that had been stolen from her.
A heavy wave of guilt crashed over her at the same time. Rakesh was at home right now. He trusted her. He had signed the contract for this movie because he believed it would help their family. And here she was, lying on another man’s bed with her legs still slightly spread, her panties pulled to the side, and her body still reacting to Dev’s touch. The emptiness inside her wasn’t just physical. It was mixed with shame, confusion, and a strange, restless hunger she didn’t want to acknowledge.
Dev slowly withdrew his hand from under the bedsheet. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean with deliberate, slow strokes of his tongue. He dragged his tongue along each finger, tasting her juices thoroughly, his eyes locked on her flushed face the entire time. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his throat.
“Sweet,” he said quietly, licking the last trace from his fingers.
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment. She quickly reached under the sheet and adjusted her black panties back into place, then tugged the tight bodycon dress down to cover herself. Her hands were shaking. She couldn’t meet his gaze.
Kumar noticed the wet shine still on Dev’s fingers. A knowing smirk crossed his face. He gave Dev a slow, deliberate wink. Dev smirked back and returned the gesture, both men clearly pleased with how the scene was unfolding.
“Alright,” Kumar said, clapping his hands once. “Good work, both of you. Let’s take a short break. Change into towels for the next scene. This is the aftermath part. After the intense sex, the Principal falls asleep. Your character tries to search the house for evidence, but something falls and wakes him up. To keep him from getting suspicious, you have to distract him by making it look like you’re having sex again. You’ll both wear towels. Under the bedsheet, throw them away so it looks natural and naked on camera.”
Dev stood up and walked to the other room without another word. Once inside, he removed every piece of clothing, including his underwear. His thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between his legs. He wrapped a white towel loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the clear outline of his length.
Padma went to the makeup room. Rhea handed her a fresh white towel.
“You can change here,” Rhea said with a small, encouraging smile.
Padma kept her black lace bra and matching panty on. She didn’t want to remove them. She wrapped the towel tightly around her body, tucking it securely above her breasts. The soft fabric brushed against her still-sensitive nipples and pressed lightly against the dampness between her thighs. Even that small friction made her pussy twitch with leftover need from being edged.
When she returned to the bedroom set, Kumar was already explaining the flow of the next scene while the cameraman adjusted the lighting.
“Action.”
Dev was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching her with dark, heavy eyes. The white towel sat low on his hips. Padma took a slow, steadying breath and began walking toward him. She tried to move sensually, letting her hips sway naturally. The towel rode up slightly on her thighs with every step, exposing more of her smooth legs. Dev’s gaze followed her the entire way, drinking in the sight of her body wrapped in nothing but the thin white fabric.
When she reached the bed, she placed both her soft hands on his firm, hairy chest and gently pushed him down onto his back. Dev allowed himself to fall, his eyes never leaving her face. Padma climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, being careful to keep some space between their bodies. She leaned forward and kissed him.
The kiss was slow at first. Their lips met softly, pressing together. Dev’s mouth was warm and slightly demanding. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to trace her lower lip before pushing gently inside. Padma’s lips parted for him. Their tongues met, sliding against each other in slow, wet strokes. She could taste him clearly — a mix of warmth and something faintly masculine. A small sound escaped her throat as his tongue moved deeper, exploring her mouth with unhurried confidence.
Dev’s hands moved down to her ass over the towel. He gripped the firm, round cheeks tightly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. His fingers pressed into her, pulling her just a little closer even as she tried to maintain distance. The heat of his palms seeped through the thin towel.
After several long, deep kisses, Padma reached for the bedsheet and slowly pulled it up over their lower bodies, covering them from the waist down. Inside the hidden space beneath the sheet, she reached for his towel. She still believed he was wearing underwear underneath, so she tugged it away without much thought and tossed it aside under the sheet.
She didn’t know he was completely naked.
The moment the towel was gone, she felt it — something thick, hot, and heavy pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. It throbbed against her. A warm, sticky sensation spread across her navel as precum leaked from the tip and smeared into her skin.
Padma’s eyes widened slightly in confusion. Before she could pull back or say anything, Dev’s hand shot up and grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled her down and crushed his mouth against hers again, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His tongue pushed past her lips, silencing her before she could speak. He kissed her with more intensity this time, his tongue moving slowly and deliberately inside her mouth, stroking against hers.
“Kiss him back, Padma,” Kumar called out calmly. “Make it look real. Don’t hold back.”
She had no choice. She kissed him back, her mind spinning. She thought Kumar had no idea what was really happening under the bedsheet.
Dev kept one strong hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss. His other hand slid down to her ass. Now that the towel was gone, his palm met bare skin above the thin black panty. He squeezed and caressed the soft, full cheeks, his fingers kneading and spreading them slowly. At the same time, he began grinding the thick head of his cock against her navel in slow, deliberate circles. The warm, slick precum continued to leak from the tip, coating her soft stomach and filling the small dip of her navel with sticky warmth.
Dev was lost in the sensation.
The feeling of her smooth, warm skin against his bare cock was driving him crazy. Her stomach was soft and yielding, and every tiny shift of her body made her skin slide deliciously along his thick length. He could feel the heat of her body radiating against him. He kept grinding the swollen head of his cock into her navel, pushing the tip against the soft skin and smearing more precum there. At the same time, his hand on her ass squeezed harder, fingers digging into the plush flesh, enjoying the way it filled his palm.
Padma was extremely uncomfortable. She kept waiting for Kumar to say “cut,” but the director stayed quiet, letting the scene play out. She could feel Dev’s thick cock throbbing against her stomach, hot and insistent. The sticky precum in her navel made her skin feel slick and used. Shame burned through her chest, but underneath it was something else — a growing heat low in her belly that she didn’t want to feel.
Dev’s hand on her ass moved with more purpose. He squeezed and caressed the round cheeks, sometimes spreading them apart, his fingers occasionally brushing the edge of her panty. All the while, he kept thrusting his hips upward in small, controlled movements, the head of his cock rubbing and circling inside her navel while the thick shaft pressed against her soft stomach.
“React, Padma,” Kumar instructed. “Move with him. Show that you’re into it.”
Padma hesitated for only a second before she started rocking her hips slightly, as the scene required. The moment she moved, Dev pulled her even closer against him. Her panty-covered pussy now pressed directly against the underside of his thick, hard shaft.
As she rocked up and down, her wet folds rubbed along the length of his cock through the thin black fabric. She could feel how hard he was — the thick ridge of his shaft sliding against her covered slit with every slow movement. The friction sent unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Her body reacted almost immediately. Fresh wetness flooded her pussy. Her panties grew damper with every grind. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing against him through the soaked fabric. The sensation made her breath catch. A soft, involuntary moan escaped into Dev’s mouth.
Dev groaned quietly against her lips. He could feel the growing wetness seeping through her panty onto his cock. The heat and slickness of her pussy rubbing along his shaft felt incredible. He squeezed her ass harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and thrust his hips upward more deliberately. The head of his cock continued sliding back and forth along her covered folds, pressing against her clit with every movement.
Padma’s mind was a storm. Guilt twisted sharply in her chest — Rakesh’s face flashed in her thoughts — but her body was betraying her more with every second. The slow, deliberate rubbing of Dev’s thick cock against her panty was making her wetter and wetter. Her clit throbbed with every pass. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, still aching from being edged earlier.
She moaned again into the kiss, softer this time, her hips moving with more purpose. She pressed her pussy down against his shaft, grinding slowly. The wet fabric of her panties slid along his hot, hard length. She could feel every ridge and vein through the thin material.
Dev was in pure pleasure. Her smooth stomach against his cock, her full ass filling his hands, the growing wetness of her panty rubbing against him — it was better than he had hoped. He kept grinding the head of his cock against her navel while his shaft slid along her covered pussy, precum and her juices mixing between them under the hidden sheet.
Kumar’s voice came again, calm and encouraging.
“Very good. Keep the movement natural. Padma, let those sounds come out. It looks perfect on camera.”
Padma’s breathing had grown heavier. Her nipples were stiff and aching inside her bra. Every slow grind made her pussy clench and release, more wetness soaking into her panties. She could feel Dev’s cock throbbing against her, hot and insistent, as he continued to fuck her navel and rub along her covered slit at the same time.
The bedsheet rustled softly above them as their bodies moved together. Hidden from the camera, Dev’s thick cock was now sliding back and forth along her soaked panty. The head occasionally caught against her swollen clit, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel how wet she was getting — her panties clinging to her folds, the fabric growing more and more soaked with every deliberate movement.
She was getting close again. The slow, steady friction against her clit combined with the memory of being edged earlier was pushing her higher. Her moans were becoming more frequent, muffled against Dev’s mouth. Her hips moved with more urgency now, grinding her soaked panty against his thick shaft.
Dev could feel everything. He could feel how wet her panties had become. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric. Every time she rocked against him, more of her juices coated his cock. He squeezed her ass harder and thrust upward, sliding his shaft more firmly along her covered slit.
Padma’s thighs trembled slightly. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching, desperate for more. The slow, torturous rubbing was driving her crazy. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her panties completely soaked now. Every movement made a faint, wet sound that only they could hear under the sheet.
And still, Kumar hadn’t said cut.
Dev kept one hand on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss, while his other hand continued squeezing and caressing her ass. He ground the thick head of his cock against her navel one more time before sliding it down slightly, letting the full length of his shaft press more directly against her soaked panty. He could feel her heat. He could feel how slippery she had become.
Padma moaned louder into his mouth, her body moving on its own now. She pressed her pussy harder against his cock, rubbing herself along his thick length through her wet panties. The friction against her clit was intense. Her breathing was coming faster. She was losing herself in the sensation, her earlier guilt temporarily drowned out by the building pleasure between her legs.
Dev was rock hard beneath her. The feeling of her wet panty sliding along his cock, her soft stomach against him, her full ass in his hands — it was pushing him closer to the edge too. He thrust upward more firmly, grinding against her with more purpose while still keeping the movement looking natural for the camera.
Kumar’s voice finally came again, low and satisfied.
“Excellent. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop.”
Padma’s eyes were half-closed. Her body was moving on instinct now, her soaked panty sliding back and forth along Dev’s thick, hard cock. She could feel every inch of him through the thin, wet fabric. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, rubbing against him with every movement. She was getting dangerously close again.
And underneath the bedsheet, hidden from everyone except the two of them, Dev’s cock was throbbing against her soaked panty while his hand continued to squeeze and spread her ass, and his other hand held her neck as he kissed her deeply.
The scene showed no signs of ending soon.

[Hakari77]

The air inside the bedroom set felt thick and heavy. The single camera kept rolling quietly at the foot of the bed, but neither Padma nor Dev seemed aware of it anymore. They were both far too lost in what was happening between their bodies.
Under the bedsheet, Padma’s hips moved in slow, instinctive circles. Her soaked black panty dragged back and forth along the thick, bare length of Dev’s cock. Every slow grind made the wet fabric cling tighter to her swollen pussy lips. She could feel how hard he was — the heat of his cock burning through the thin, drenched material. Her clit throbbed every time it rubbed against the ridge of his shaft. More of her juices leaked out with every movement, soaking her panties even more until they were completely transparent and stuck to her folds.
Dev’s hand remained on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss while his other hand gripped her ass. He was thrusting upward in small, controlled movements, matching her rhythm. The wet sound of her panty sliding along his cock was faint but constant beneath the sheet. He could feel how hot and slippery she had become. Every time she rocked forward, more of her wetness coated his cock.
Neither of them wanted to stop.
Dev was the one who finally broke the kiss.
He pulled his mouth away from hers slowly. Their lips separated with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before it broke. Both of them were breathing hard. Padma’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted as she gasped. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused.
Dev’s hands left her neck and ass. He placed both of them firmly on her waist instead. His large palms spread wide over her soft skin, fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. At the same time, Padma’s hands stayed on his chest, her fingers splayed over his hairy skin, feeling the heat of his body and the strong beat of his heart beneath her palms.
Slowly, she began to raise her upper body.
As she lifted herself, the white bedsheet that had been covering them slid downward. It slipped off her shoulders and gathered loosely around her waist. Now her upper body was completely exposed. She was only wearing her black lace bra. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The tops of her breasts were flushed pink. A light layer of sweat made her creamy skin glisten under the soft lighting of the set. Her nipples were stiff and clearly visible through the thin lace.
The moment the sheet moved away, Dev’s dark eyes dropped to her chest. He stared at her breasts like a man starved, watching them move with her breathing. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
Padma didn’t stop moving her hips.
Even with the bedsheet now only around her waist and her upper body fully visible, she continued grinding her leaky pussy against his bare cock. The soaked crotch of her panty slid slowly up and down his thick length. Every time she moved forward, the wet fabric dragged along his shaft. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her covered entrance with every slow roll of her hips.
A soft, shaky moan left her lips.
“Haaah…”
The sound was quiet but filled with need. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as another moan escaped.
“Mmmh…”
Dev’s breathing grew heavier. He held her waist firmly and began to push upward in slow, deliberate movements. He wasn’t trying to enter her yet. He was simply pressing the thick, swollen head of his cock firmly against the soaked fabric of her panty, right over her entrance. The pressure made the wet material stretch and cling to her folds.
Padma moaned again, longer this time.
“Ahhn…”
Her fingers curled against his chest. Her thighs trembled slightly on either side of his hips. The feeling of his cock head pushing against her through her panties was intense. Her pussy clenched hard, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fabric even further.
Dev groaned deeply. The sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck… you’re so wet…”
He kept the pressure slow and steady. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he pushed the head of his cock upward. Because her panties were completely soaked and stretched tight from all the grinding, the thick tip began to push the fabric slightly inside her along with it. The wet material stretched around the head of his dick as he pressed forward.
The only thing separating them was her soaked panty.
Every time he pushed up, the head of his cock nudged deeper against her covered entrance. The fabric was so wet that it had become almost see-through. Dev could feel the heat of her pussy through it. He could feel how her folds were parting slightly around the pressure.
Padma’s moans were becoming more frequent and breathy.
“Haa… ahh… mmh…”
Her hips moved in small, helpless circles. She was no longer just grinding — she was pressing herself down against him, chasing the pressure. Her soaked panty was being pushed deeper between her folds with every slow thrust of his hips.
Dev’s jaw was tight. He could feel how hot and slippery she was even through the thin fabric. The head of his cock was now pressing firmly against her entrance, stretching the soaked panty into her. He stayed like that for a long moment, just applying steady pressure without forcing it.
Then, slowly, he moved one hand.
He kept one hand on her waist while the other began to slide downward. His palm moved over the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then continued lower, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. Padma’s stomach trembled under his touch. She could feel every inch of his hand moving down her body.
His fingers finally reached the waistband of her black panty.
He hooked two fingers underneath the soaked fabric on one side.
Padma’s reaction was instant.
Her hands left his chest and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, trying to stop him from moving her panty. But the resistance was weak — barely there. Her grip was trembling, uncertain. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked down at him with conflicted eyes.
Dev didn’t stop.
He looked up at her face as he slowly, deliberately pulled the side of her panty aside. The soaked fabric stretched and moved away from her pussy. Cool air touched her bare, wet folds for the first time. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping. Strings of her juices stretched between her folds and the fabric as he pulled it to the side.
Then, with one slow, careful push upward, Dev pressed the thick head of his cock directly against her bare entrance.
The electric feeling that shot through both of them was overwhelming.
Dev let out a deep, guttural growl from deep in his chest.
“Fuuuuck…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her voice cracked with the intensity of it.
“Ahhhn—!”
Her eyes fluttered half-closed. Her mouth fell open, lips parted as another long moan spilled out. Her face looked completely lost — eyes glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed deep red. The feeling of his bare, thick cock head pressing directly against her wet entrance was too much. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, more juices leaking out and coating the head of his dick.
Dev stayed still for a long moment, just letting the swollen tip rest against her entrance. He could feel how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was fluttering against him, trying to suck him in. The head of his cock was already slick with her wetness.
Then he tried to push forward.
The thick head started to stretch her entrance, but everything was so wet and slippery that his cock slipped upward instead. It slid along her folds and bumped against her swollen clit. The sudden friction made Padma moan sharply.
“Ahh—!”
Dev groaned in frustration, his hand tightening on her waist. He adjusted his angle carefully, lining himself up again. This time, he pressed the head of his cock more firmly and deliberately against her entrance.
This time, it didn’t slip.
He began to push upward slowly.
Inch by inch, the thick head of his cock stretched her tight entrance and sank inside her. Padma’s walls gripped him tightly as he entered. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy enveloping the head of his cock made Dev groan deeply.
“Shit… you’re gripping me so hard…”
Padma’s moan was long and shaky. Her voice trembled with every word.
“Haaah… ahhn… Dev… it’s… stretching me…”
Her hands had moved back to his chest, gripping him tightly. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his hips. Her pussy stretched around the thick head of his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper.
Dev didn’t rush.
He kept pushing upward in slow, controlled movements. His cock sank deeper into her, her soaked walls stretching and gripping every inch of him. Her juices made everything slippery, but she was still incredibly tight. Every time he pushed in a little more, her pussy clenched hard around him.
Padma’s moans were continuous now. They came out broken and helpless with every inch he gave her.
“Ahh… haaah… mmmh… it’s too thick… ahhn…”
Her head was tilted slightly back, her mouth open, eyes half-closed in overwhelming pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her bra. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin, making it shine under the lights.
Dev kept going until he was buried completely inside her.
His entire cock was now deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. His hips were pressed flush against hers. He could feel her walls pulsing and clenching around his full length. The heat and tightness of her was almost too much.
He let out a long, deep groan.
“Fuck… Padma…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her body trembled on top of him.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly. She could feel how deep he was, how completely he was stretching and filling her. Her hands were still on his chest, fingers curled into his skin.
For a long time, neither of them moved.
Dev stayed buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her waist. Padma stayed straddling him, her upper body exposed, her soaked panty still pulled to one side, the bedsheet gathered around her waist. Her pussy kept clenching and fluttering around his cock in small, involuntary spasms.
Dev’s breathing was rough and heavy. He could feel every tiny movement of her walls around him. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it felt like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
Padma’s face was still lost in pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as soft, shaky breaths escaped her. Every time her pussy clenched around him, a small moan slipped from her lips.
“Mmmh… haah…”
Dev slowly moved one hand from her waist and brought it up to her face. He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. His other hand stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he remained buried inside her.
The camera was still rolling.
Kumar hadn’t said cut.
And neither of them seemed to care anymore.
They stayed like that for a long time — Dev’s thick cock buried completely inside Padma’s tight, dripping pussy, her upper body exposed and trembling on top of him, both of them completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being connected so deeply.
Padma’s pussy continued to clench and flutter around him. Every small movement sent sparks of pleasure through both of them. Dev’s cock throbbed inside her, and every throb made her moan softly.
Neither of them wanted to move.
They just stayed there, breathing hard, bodies joined, lost in the moment.

The air inside the bedroom set felt thick and heavy. The single camera kept rolling quietly at the foot of the bed, but neither Padma nor Dev seemed aware of it anymore. They were both far too lost in what was happening between their bodies.
Under the bedsheet, Padma’s hips moved in slow, instinctive circles. Her soaked black panty dragged back and forth along the thick, bare length of Dev’s cock. Every slow grind made the wet fabric cling tighter to her swollen pussy lips. She could feel how hard he was — the heat of his cock burning through the thin, drenched material. Her clit throbbed every time it rubbed against the ridge of his shaft. More of her juices leaked out with every movement, soaking her panties even more until they were completely transparent and stuck to her folds.
Dev’s hand remained on the back of her neck, holding her in the deep kiss while his other hand gripped her ass. He was thrusting upward in small, controlled movements, matching her rhythm. The wet sound of her panty sliding along his cock was faint but constant beneath the sheet. He could feel how hot and slippery she had become. Every time she rocked forward, more of her wetness coated his cock.
Neither of them wanted to stop.
Dev was the one who finally broke the kiss.
He pulled his mouth away from hers slowly. Their lips separated with a soft, wet sound. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before it broke. Both of them were breathing hard. Padma’s lips were red and swollen, slightly parted as she gasped. Her eyes were hazy, unfocused.
Dev’s hands left her neck and ass. He placed both of them firmly on her waist instead. His large palms spread wide over her soft skin, fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. At the same time, Padma’s hands stayed on his chest, her fingers splayed over his hairy skin, feeling the heat of his body and the strong beat of his heart beneath her palms.
Slowly, she began to raise her upper body.
As she lifted herself, the white bedsheet that had been covering them slid downward. It slipped off her shoulders and gathered loosely around her waist. Now her upper body was completely exposed. She was only wearing her black lace bra. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The tops of her breasts were flushed pink. A light layer of sweat made her creamy skin glisten under the soft lighting of the set. Her nipples were stiff and clearly visible through the thin lace.
The moment the sheet moved away, Dev’s dark eyes dropped to her chest. He stared at her breasts like a man starved, watching them move with her breathing. His hands tightened slightly on her waist.
Padma didn’t stop moving her hips.
Even with the bedsheet now only around her waist and her upper body fully visible, she continued grinding her leaky pussy against his bare cock. The soaked crotch of her panty slid slowly up and down his thick length. Every time she moved forward, the wet fabric dragged along his shaft. Her juices had made everything slippery. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her covered entrance with every slow roll of her hips.
A soft, shaky moan left her lips.
“Haaah…”
The sound was quiet but filled with need. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as another moan escaped.
“Mmmh…”
Dev’s breathing grew heavier. He held her waist firmly and began to push upward in slow, deliberate movements. He wasn’t trying to enter her yet. He was simply pressing the thick, swollen head of his cock firmly against the soaked fabric of her panty, right over her entrance. The pressure made the wet material stretch and cling to her folds.
Padma moaned again, longer this time.
“Ahhn…”
Her fingers curled against his chest. Her thighs trembled slightly on either side of his hips. The feeling of his cock head pushing against her through her panties was intense. Her pussy clenched hard, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fabric even further.
Dev groaned deeply. The sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck… you’re so wet…”
He kept the pressure slow and steady. His hands stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he pushed the head of his cock upward. Because her panties were completely soaked and stretched tight from all the grinding, the thick tip began to push the fabric slightly inside her along with it. The wet material stretched around the head of his dick as he pressed forward.
The only thing separating them was her soaked panty.
Every time he pushed up, the head of his cock nudged deeper against her covered entrance. The fabric was so wet that it had become almost see-through. Dev could feel the heat of her pussy through it. He could feel how her folds were parting slightly around the pressure.
Padma’s moans were becoming more frequent and breathy.
“Haa… ahh… mmh…”
Her hips moved in small, helpless circles. She was no longer just grinding — she was pressing herself down against him, chasing the pressure. Her soaked panty was being pushed deeper between her folds with every slow thrust of his hips.
Dev’s jaw was tight. He could feel how hot and slippery she was even through the thin fabric. The head of his cock was now pressing firmly against her entrance, stretching the soaked panty into her. He stayed like that for a long moment, just applying steady pressure without forcing it.
Then, slowly, he moved one hand.
He kept one hand on her waist while the other began to slide downward. His palm moved over the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, then continued lower, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. Padma’s stomach trembled under his touch. She could feel every inch of his hand moving down her body.
His fingers finally reached the waistband of her black panty.
He hooked two fingers underneath the soaked fabric on one side.
Padma’s reaction was instant.
Her hands left his chest and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers wrapped around his hand, trying to stop him from moving her panty. But the resistance was weak — barely there. Her grip was trembling, uncertain. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked down at him with conflicted eyes.
Dev didn’t stop.
He looked up at her face as he slowly, deliberately pulled the side of her panty aside. The soaked fabric stretched and moved away from her pussy. Cool air touched her bare, wet folds for the first time. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping. Strings of her juices stretched between her folds and the fabric as he pulled it to the side.
Then, with one slow, careful push upward, Dev pressed the thick head of his cock directly against her bare entrance.
The electric feeling that shot through both of them was overwhelming.
Dev let out a deep, guttural growl from deep in his chest.
“Fuuuuck…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her voice cracked with the intensity of it.
“Ahhhn—!”
Her eyes fluttered half-closed. Her mouth fell open, lips parted as another long moan spilled out. Her face looked completely lost — eyes glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed deep red. The feeling of his bare, thick cock head pressing directly against her wet entrance was too much. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, more juices leaking out and coating the head of his dick.
Dev stayed still for a long moment, just letting the swollen tip rest against her entrance. He could feel how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was fluttering against him, trying to suck him in. The head of his cock was already slick with her wetness.
Then he tried to push forward.
The thick head started to stretch her entrance, but everything was so wet and slippery that his cock slipped upward instead. It slid along her folds and bumped against her swollen clit. The sudden friction made Padma moan sharply.
“Ahh—!”
Dev groaned in frustration, his hand tightening on her waist. He adjusted his angle carefully, lining himself up again. This time, he pressed the head of his cock more firmly and deliberately against her entrance.
This time, it didn’t slip.
He began to push upward slowly.
Inch by inch, the thick head of his cock stretched her tight entrance and sank inside her. Padma’s walls gripped him tightly as he entered. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy enveloping the head of his cock made Dev groan deeply.
“Shit… you’re gripping me so hard…”
Padma’s moan was long and shaky. Her voice trembled with every word.
“Haaah… ahhn… Dev… it’s… stretching me…”
Her hands had moved back to his chest, gripping him tightly. Her thighs were shaking on either side of his hips. Her pussy stretched around the thick head of his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper.
Dev didn’t rush.
He kept pushing upward in slow, controlled movements. His cock sank deeper into her, her soaked walls stretching and gripping every inch of him. Her juices made everything slippery, but she was still incredibly tight. Every time he pushed in a little more, her pussy clenched hard around him.
Padma’s moans were continuous now. They came out broken and helpless with every inch he gave her.
“Ahh… haaah… mmmh… it’s too thick… ahhn…”
Her head was tilted slightly back, her mouth open, eyes half-closed in overwhelming pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her bra. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin, making it shine under the lights.
Dev kept going until he was buried completely inside her.
His entire cock was now deep inside her tight, dripping pussy. His hips were pressed flush against hers. He could feel her walls pulsing and clenching around his full length. The heat and tightness of her was almost too much.
He let out a long, deep groan.
“Fuck… Padma…”
Padma’s moan was loud and broken. Her body trembled on top of him.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him tightly. She could feel how deep he was, how completely he was stretching and filling her. Her hands were still on his chest, fingers curled into his skin.
For a long time, neither of them moved.
Dev stayed buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her waist. Padma stayed straddling him, her upper body exposed, her soaked panty still pulled to one side, the bedsheet gathered around her waist. Her pussy kept clenching and fluttering around his cock in small, involuntary spasms.
Dev’s breathing was rough and heavy. He could feel every tiny movement of her walls around him. Her pussy was so wet and hot that it felt like it was trying to pull him even deeper.
Padma’s face was still lost in pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth slightly open as soft, shaky breaths escaped her. Every time her pussy clenched around him, a small moan slipped from her lips.
“Mmmh… haah…”
Dev slowly moved one hand from her waist and brought it up to her face. He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. His other hand stayed on her waist, holding her in place as he remained buried inside her.
The camera was still rolling.
Kumar hadn’t said cut.
And neither of them seemed to care anymore.
They stayed like that for a long time — Dev’s thick cock buried completely inside Padma’s tight, dripping pussy, her upper body exposed and trembling on top of him, both of them completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being connected so deeply.
Padma’s pussy continued to clench and flutter around him. Every small movement sent sparks of pleasure through both of them. Dev’s cock throbbed inside her, and every throb made her moan softly.
Neither of them wanted to move.
They just stayed there, breathing hard, bodies joined, lost in the moment.

[Hakari77]

Dev stayed buried deep inside Padma, his thick cock completely buried in her tight pussy. He could feel her warm, wet walls pulsing around him. Fuck… this is easily the best pussy I’ve had in a long time, he thought to himself. The way she gripped him — tight, hot, and dripping — was driving him crazy. He had fucked many women before, but something about Padma felt different. Maybe it was because she was Rakesh’s wife. The thought of fucking his friend’s traditional, innocent wife made the pleasure even more intense.

Padma’s hands rested on his chest, but her mind was in complete chaos. This is wrong… this is so wrong. She could still feel him throbbing inside her. Her body was reacting on its own, her pussy clenching around his cock even though her mind was screaming at her to stop. She thought of Rakesh at home, waiting for her. What am I doing? Tears of shame stung her eyes, but at the same time, the feeling of being stretched and filled was making her weak.
Dev looked up at her with a dark smirk.
“You feel that?” he said in a low voice. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight, Padma.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she tried to lift herself, but Dev’s hands tightened around her waist and pulled her back down forcefully. His cock pushed even deeper.
“Ahh—!” A sharp moan escaped her before she could control it.
Dev’s grip didn’t loosen. She’s trying to run, but her pussy doesn’t want to let go, he thought. The way her walls squeezed him made him even harder.
From the side, Kumar’s calm voice came, “Good… keep going, Dev. Take control.”
Dev didn’t waste time. He suddenly sat up and flipped Padma onto her back in one swift motion. Before she could react properly, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Sir… wait—” Padma’s voice trembled. She tried to free her hands, but his grip was too strong.
Dev ignored her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the thick head against her wet entrance before thrusting deep inside her again.
“Ahhn—!” Padma cried out as he filled her completely. Her back arched off the bed.
Dev started fucking her with hard, deep strokes. Every thrust made a wet sound as his cock moved in and out of her soaked pussy. He looked down at her face and felt a rush of satisfaction. This is the best. Rakesh’s wife… moaning under me like this.
“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he groaned. “Your pussy is sucking me in so good.”
Padma turned her face away, biting her lip hard to stop her moans. But every deep thrust forced a sound out of her.
“Haa… ahh… slow down, Sir…” she pleaded, her voice weak.
Dev leaned closer to her ear while still thrusting. “Why should I slow down? Your pussy is getting tighter every time I go deep. It wants this.”
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back, folding her legs and going even deeper. The new angle made Padma’s eyes widen.
“Ahhhn—! Sir… please… it’s too deep…”
Her mind was screaming at her to resist, but her body was betraying her badly. Every time Dev’s cock hit deep inside her, a wave of unwanted pleasure shot through her. This is wrong… I shouldn’t be feeling like this… But her pussy kept clenching around him.
Kumar’s voice came again. “Excellent. Don’t hold back, Padma.”
Dev suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her knees and entered her from behind in one rough thrust.
“Ahh—!” Padma moaned loudly as he started fucking her harder in this position. Her breasts swayed with every thrust.
Dev grabbed her waist tightly, pounding into her. God, this pussy is addictive, he thought. The way she felt from behind — warm, wet, and gripping him so perfectly — was better than he expected.
“You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?” Dev said between thrusts. “While your husband’s friend watches.”
Padma tried to look back at him, her voice shaky. “Don’t… don’t say that, Sir…”
But her protest melted into a moan when Dev reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly.
“Kumar is right there,” Dev continued. “Watching you get fucked. And your pussy is getting even wetter.”
Padma moaned loudly, unable to stop herself. Shame burned inside her chest, but the pleasure was becoming too strong to ignore. I shouldn’t be enjoying this… I have a husband… Yet her body kept pushing back against Dev’s thrusts.
Dev let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders, using them to fuck her even harder. Her moans grew louder and more broken.
“Ahh… ahhn… haa… Sir… too much…”
Kumar spoke again. “Put her on her back. I want to see her face.”
Dev flipped her over once more. He pushed back inside her without giving her time to breathe and started fucking her with powerful strokes. He reached down and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts, then squeezed one roughly while thrusting.
Padma’s hands came up to his shoulders. This time, she wasn’t trying to push him away — she was holding on. Her legs had wrapped around his waist on their own.
“Look at me,” Dev ordered.
When she didn’t, he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, still moving inside her.
Padma’s eyes were filled with conflicting emotions — guilt, shame, and undeniable pleasure. Her voice came out broken.
“It… it feels too much, Sir… I can’t… this is wrong…”
“You can,” Dev growled, thrusting harder. “Your pussy is clenching around me so fucking tight. Stop pretending you don’t like it.”
He changed his rhythm, giving her short, hard thrusts that made her whole body shake. Padma’s moans turned desperate.
“Ahh—! Ahhn—! Sir… please… I’m… I’m going to…”
Her orgasm hit her suddenly and hard. Her pussy clamped down on Dev’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her back arched and her legs tightened around him as she moaned loudly.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Dev groaned as he felt her cumming around him. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, enjoying how her pussy pulsed and squeezed him. This is the best pussy I’ve fucked in years, he thought again. The way she came — so tight and wet — made him even more determined to ruin her.
When her orgasm started to fade, Dev flipped her onto her stomach again. He lay on top of her and pushed back inside her in the prone position, fucking her with deep, grinding thrusts.
“You came so hard,” he whispered against her ear. “Your husband has no idea his wife just came on another man’s cock.”
Padma let out a weak, broken sob mixed with a moan. She buried her face in the bedsheet, overwhelmed by both pleasure and guilt. What am I doing…? Her mind kept repeating the same thought, but her body kept responding to every thrust.
Dev’s movements became rougher. He was getting close. He grabbed her hips tightly and started thrusting harder.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled.
Padma’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move, but his weight kept her pinned.
“No… Sir, please… not inside… please don’t—”
Her words were cut off as Dev pushed deep and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy as he groaned loudly. Padma moaned helplessly beneath him, feeling every hot spurt filling her up.
Dev stayed inside her for a long time, breathing heavily. He could feel her pussy still twitching around his cock. This woman… she’s dangerous. I’m not letting this end so easily.
Finally, he slowly pulled out. A mix of his cum and her juices leaked out of her used pussy. Padma remained lying on her stomach, trembling, her mind blank and heavy with guilt.
Kumar’s voice finally broke the silence.
“Cut.”
He walked closer to the bed, his eyes moving between both of them.
“That was very good,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “We got some excellent shots. Take a break for now.”
Dev got up and wiped himself, looking satisfied. As he walked past Padma, he gave her a small smirk.
Padma slowly sat up, her legs weak. She pulled her bra back up and sat on the edge of the bed. She could still feel Dev’s cum slowly leaking out of her. The guilt was crushing now that the pleasure had faded.
What have I done…?
Kumar looked at her for a moment before speaking.
“Rakesh called me,” he said casually. “He was asking about the shooting. I told him you’re working very hard.”
Padma’s heart clenched painfully at the mention of her husband.
Kumar gave her a small smile.
“Rest for some time. We might need another scene soon.”
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Padma sitting alone with her thoughts and the sticky evidence of what just happened between her legs.
She closed her eyes, but the guilt refused to go away.

[Hakari77]

Padma entered the makeup room and closed the door behind her. Her legs still felt weak from earlier. She could feel Dev’s cum slowly leaking out of her and soaking into her panties with every step. The moment she was alone, the reality of what had just happened hit her hard.
She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her hair was slightly messy, and there were faint marks on her neck and upper chest. She looked like a woman who had been used. A heavy wave of guilt washed over her as she thought about Rakesh sitting at home, completely unaware of what his wife had just done on a film set.
With trembling hands, she removed the black bodycon dress and changed back into the modest sky blue cotton saree she had worn in the morning. The familiar fabric gave her a small sense of comfort, though it didn’t last long. She sat down on the chair, staring blankly at her own reflection, her mind filled with shame and fear.
A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts. Assuming it was a staff member, she stood up and opened the door.
It was Kumar.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes slowly moved over her body even though she was now wearing a simple saree.
“You looked really sexy today,” Kumar said, his voice low. “Especially during that last scene. The way Dev was fucking you… the way your body was moving and the sounds you were making… it didn’t even look like acting.”
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment.
Kumar continued, “You were moaning so much when he flipped you over and took you from behind. Your pussy was dripping the entire time. I could see everything clearly from where I was standing.”
Padma felt anger rising in her chest. Before she could stop herself, she spoke.
“It’s none of your business what happens during the shoot,” she said sharply.
Kumar raised an eyebrow, then gave a small smirk.
“Is Rakesh even fucking you at home?” he asked directly. “Because the way your body was reacting today, it didn’t look like you’ve been properly satisfied in a long time.”
Padma’s anger flared at the mention of her husband.
“How dare you talk about my husband like that?” she snapped. “It’s none of your business what happens between me and Rakesh!”
She turned to leave, but Kumar quickly moved and blocked her path. Before she could say anything else, he raised his hand and placed his index finger firmly on her lips.
“Shhh,” he said in a calm but firm voice. “Shut up.”
Padma froze.
Kumar leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers.
“If I show Rakesh even a small part of today’s footage… what do you think he’ll do when he sees his wife getting fucked like a whore on camera?” he said quietly. “Do you really want him to see that?”
Padma’s eyes widened with fear. Her heart started pounding heavily in her chest. The thought of Rakesh seeing those videos made her feel sick.
Kumar saw the fear in her eyes and took another step forward.
Padma instinctively stepped back until her back hit the wall. Kumar followed and placed both his palms on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her completely. His body was close, his presence overwhelming.
“You’re so beautiful, Padma,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Even in this simple saree, you look so sexy. But when you were on that bed earlier… getting fucked by Dev… you looked even more beautiful. That helpless expression on your face… I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Padma turned her face to the side, trying to avoid him. But Kumar didn’t allow it.
He brought both his hands to her face, holding her firmly. One hand stayed on her cheek while the other moved to the back of her head, gripping her hair. He forced her to look at him and then pressed his lips against hers.
Padma resisted.
She tried to turn her head away, but Kumar’s grip on her hair tightened. He held her face in place and kissed her harder. His lips moved roughly and aggressively against hers. When she kept her mouth closed, he bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp. The moment her lips parted, his tongue pushed inside her mouth forcefully.
The kiss was deep, rough, and suffocating.
Kumar kissed her with clear hunger and aggression, like a man who had been holding back for too long. His tongue moved inside her mouth without any gentleness, stroking and exploring. One of his hands stayed at the back of her head, holding her firmly, while the other hand moved down to grip her waist tightly. Padma felt like she couldn’t breathe properly. She pushed against his chest with her hands, but he didn’t budge.
A low, lust-filled groan escaped from Kumar as he continued kissing her. He pressed his body closer. Through the layers of her saree and petticoat, she could clearly feel his hard cock pressing against her soft belly.
Padma’s mind was in panic. This is wrong… This is Rakesh’s friend… But her body was reacting against her will. Her nipples had hardened, and a familiar heat was building between her legs.
After a long time, Kumar finally pulled his mouth away. Both of them were breathing heavily. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before it broke.
Padma looked dazed and scared. Kumar’s hands slowly moved down to her waist. He gripped the soft skin of her exposed flanks and squeezed them. Padma closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.
Without saying anything, Kumar started unwrapping her saree. Padma’s hands came up to stop him.
“Sir… please… don’t…” she whispered.
But Kumar ignored her weak protests. His eyes were filled with raw hunger as he continued removing her saree. The fabric slipped from her body and fell to the floor. He then unhooked her blouse and removed her petticoat. Soon, she was left only in her black bra and panty.
Kumar looked at her body with open lust before pushing her toward the small bed in the corner of the room. He picked her up and dropped her onto the bed. Padma landed on her back with a soft gasp. Kumar quickly removed his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, already hard.
He climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs, forcing them apart. He looked down at her pussy, still covered by her black panty, and smiled.
“Even after Dev fucked you so hard just a while ago… your cunt still looks so pretty,” he said.
He held his cock and slowly rubbed the thick head along her outer pussy lips over the thin fabric of her panty. He moved it up and down in slow strokes, pressing against her sensitive folds.
Padma turned her face to the side, her cheeks burning with shame. But her body was extremely sensitive. Dev had just finished inside her a short while ago, and her pussy was still swollen and overstimulated. Every time Kumar rubbed his cock against her, a sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her.
She bit her lip, trying to stay still, but a small, involuntary moan still escaped her.
“Mmmh…”
Kumar heard it and his smile grew wider. He continued rubbing his cock slowly and deliberately along her panty-covered slit, watching every small reaction on her face.
Padma’s breathing had become heavier. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. She hated how her body was reacting, but she couldn’t stop the wetness from spreading between her legs.
Kumar looked at her and spoke in a low, satisfied voice.
“Even if you don’t want this… your body clearly does.”
He kept rubbing his thick cock along her outer lips over her panty in slow, teasing strokes, a clear smile on his face as he watched her struggle between resistance and unwanted pleasure.

Note :
Hey readers, Currently I am busy preparing for an exam, So I can’t really put any time into this story that’s why you can see last few updates have been so flat., On top of that I am not getting any motivation to write this story., So I am just trying to end the story.