When they reached the sofa, he told her to sit down. As she sat down, she saw alcohol bottles, glasses, and snacks on the table. He sat beside her on her right and asked, “Do you want whisky with ice, water, or soda?”
“I don’t drink alcohol, sir,” Sameera said, taken aback by the question.
“Really?” he asked, picking up a glass that had whisky.
“I am not used to it, sir,” Sameera said, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed.
“I thought you’d give me company,” Kishore said and sipped whisky from the glass.
“I’ll drink water and give you company, sir,” Sameera said, feeling like she had already let him down.
“Ok. No problem. Warm water is here on the table. If you want cold water, grab a bottle from the fridge.”
“Thanks sir. I’ll have warm water,” Sameera said. She took a water bottle from the table and poured it in an empty glass. She took the glass and sipped water from it. She kept the glass on the table and looked at Kishore.
Kishore had another sip of whisky and then placed the glass on the table. He turned towards Sameera and smiled. Sameera smiled back. He moved closer to her, kept his right hand on her bare belly, and moved his head closer to her. He looked into her eyes and whispered, “You’re beautiful.”
Sameera smiled as he kissed her lips. She smelt whisky on his breath, and as his tongue parted her lips and explored her mouth, she could taste whisky. She didn’t like the smell, as she was not used to it. But it didn’t bother her, as she was too captivated by his deep, passionate kiss.
She kissed him back, longing to feel him inside her vagina soon. She was very happy that he thought she was beautiful. His mouth covered her mouth, and their tongues swirled inside her mouth. As he kissed, his right hand caressed her bare belly, navel, and waist. He squeezed the soft flesh on the side of her waist and moved up to her breasts. He cupped her left breast and squeezed.
“This is better than the dream,” Sameera thought. But just then Kishore broke the kiss and moved back. He took his glass and sipped whisky.
Sameera was a bit disappointed, but she smiled, happy with the passion he had shown while kissing her.
He smiled at her and asked, “So, have you seen any of my movies?”
“I’ve seen all your movies, sir. I am a very big fan!” Sameera said with excitement.
Kishore laughed, “Wow! I am honoured to meet a fan. It’s because of fans like you that I have a successful career.”
“I am so honoured and lucky to meet you, sir. I never thought even in my wildest dreams that I would get a chance to meet you,” Sameera said and laughed.
Kishore chuckled and looked at her, smiling. “You know, I have met many beautiful women, but I have not met many women like you. You are beautiful, sexy, and down to earth.”
Sameera blushed and said, “Thank you, sir.”
“How old are you?” Kishore asked and reached for his glass.
“I’m 32, sir,” Sameera lied, sticking to the professional profile the agency had created for her.
“You are very young. Do you have children?” Kishore asked.
“I have a 3-year old daughter, sir,” Sameera said, hoping he would believe her.
Kishore shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Why are you in this profession?”
“My husband was abusive. We separated before one year. I didn’t have skills to get a good job. I had no choice, sir.” Sameera lied again, wishing her situation had been as easy as that.
“Anyway, I hope everything works out well for you,” Kishore said and moved closer to her. He pecked a kiss on her lips, cupped her left breast with his right hand, and said, “Your breasts are big. Are they natural?”
“Yes sir. My breasts may appear big because I am lactating,” Sameera said.
“Oh great. I’ve not tasted breast milk for a long time,” Kishore said and squeezed her breast.
“Do you want to taste, sir?” Sameera asked.
“Sure,” Kishore said and smiled.
Sameera smiled and pulled her pallu down. She removed her blouse and bra and exposed her aroused, swollen breasts.
Kishore grabbed them, exclaiming, “Oh wow! Very beautiful!”
Sameera was happy he liked her breasts. She sat still smiling while he squeezed and kneaded her breasts. And when he bent down, took the nipple of her right breast in his mouth, and sucked, she squeezed the areola around her nipple, pumping milk into his mouth. Then, as he suddenly began to suck hard, unhappy with the milk flow, Sameera said, “Open your mouth, sir.”
Kishore opened his mouth. Sameera pushed her nipple and areola inside his mouth and said, “Try sucking now, sir.”
Kishore sucked, and this time the milk flow was better. He sucked like a baby, and Sameera loved breastfeeding him. After about a minute, Kishore stopped sucking and let her nipple pop out of his mouth. He moved to her left breast and took the nipple and areola in his mouth. He sucked and drank more milk. Sameera stroked his hair gently and cherished the moment, thinking to herself she would remember the moment forever.
After a few minutes, Kishore stopped sucking milk from her breast and sat up. “Very delicious!” he said.
“Thanks, sir,” Sameera said and smiled.
Kishore took a sip of whisky and asked, “Do you like any songs from my movies?”
“Oh yes, sir. I like all the songs in your movies. I like Tum Mere Ho!, Humhare Prem!, Tum Pyar Ka Nasha Ho!”
“I like those songs,” Kishore said. He took his mobile and played a song.
As the melodious song played from his phone, Sameera sang along.
Kishore admired her and her voice for a moment and said, “Wow! You have a beautiful voice.”
“I can also dance, sir,” Sameera said, eager to impress him.
“Wow! That’ll be great. Let me see you dance,” Kishore said and filled his glass with whisky and ice.
Sameera quickly got down from the sofa. She put her pallu over her shoulder and went to the middle of the room. Kishore played the song from the beginning, and Sameera started to dance. Her moments were graceful and sensuous. Her bare breasts bounced like jelly, and her bouncing buttocks looked seductive even though she was still wearing a saree.
Kishore’s penis had become hard as a rock. He took the glass and sipped more whisky. Holding the glass, he stood up and went closer to Sameera. She smiled and continued dancing. He danced around her slowly for a while before stopping behind her and pressing his crotch on her buttocks. Sameera smiled, feeling his hard cock on her bottom. She swayed her hips, rubbing and pressing her bottom on his cock. Kishore put his left arm around her waist and his right arm over her shoulder. Sameera stopped dancing as his left arm gripped firmly around her waist, preventing her from swaying her hips. The glass was too close to her mouth, and the smell of whisky was too strong.
“Drink,” Kishore said.
“No, sir…please…” Sameera said, feeling nervous.
“Just have a sip.” Kishore pressed the rim of the glass on her lips.
She opened her mouth to say, “No.” But before she could say it, he tilted the glass and poured whisky into her mouth. She leaned back, her head coming to rest against his shoulder. He kissed the side of her cheeks and said, “Just little. You’ll have more fun.”
“But sir…” Sameera hesitated, feeling strange just after swallowing little whisky. A different romantic song started playing on his phone, but she couldn’t help feeling like a good dream was turning into a nightmare.
“Come on, drink it if you are really my fan.” Kishore moved the glass closer to her mouth.
Sameera was afraid that if she didn’t drink, he might not hire her again. Slowly she pressed her lips on the rim of the glass, and he tilted the glass. She closed her eyes and sipped slowly. The iced whisky was a little soothing as it burnt down her throat. She drank until only ice remained in her glass, then she leaned her head back on his left shoulder.
“That’s like a good girl!” Kishore said and kissed the side of her neck.
Sameera moaned and kept her eyes closed as a heavy sensation crept over her and her body started to go numb. He began moving slowly, attempting to dance to the romantic song playing from his phone.
“Come on, sweety, dance with me, ” Kishore whispered in her ears.
Sameera opened her eyes and moved her head forward. She felt a little tipsy. She remembered the time when her husband, Rafique, had forced her to drink alcohol and had rough sex with her. Hoping Kishore wouldn’t be rough with her, she swayed her hips slowly. His cock pressed hard against her soft buttocks through their clothes.
Kishore released his hold on her and kept the glass on a table. He removed his T-shirt and threw it on a chair. He caught her Saree’s pallu and pulled it. As the saree started to unwind from her body, she turned around, letting him strip her. He striped the saree off her and threw it on the chair. Then he dropped his shorts and briefs on the carpeted floor. Samira swayed her hips and danced slowly, trying to avoid tripping and falling in her slightly intoxicated state. He went to her, fully nude. Seeing his nude body, her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled shyly. He raised her petticoat to her waist and pulled down her panties. He put his right arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She kept her left hand on his right shoulder and held on to it. She kept the palm of her right hand on his muscular, hairy chest for balance. He kissed her lips and touched her pussy lips with his left hand. His fingers rubbed on her soft pussy lips and his tongue slithered into her mouth. Their tongues swirled inside her mouth, and two of his fingers penetrated her wet vagina. His right hand moved down to her buttocks, and fingers dug into her ass crack. His middle finger pressed on her anus and penetrated the tight and delicate hole. Sameera moaned while getting French kissed and fingered in her vagina and anus. She still wondered if she was dreaming. He was a handsome movie star, and she was an abused middle-aged wife. She had admired and loved the man who was kissing and fingering her only on screens, but at that moment, as he kissed her passionately and fondled her pleasure holes, she fell in love with him again.
He pulled his fingers out of pussy and lifted his hand to his mouth. He licked her pussy juice from his fingers and said, “Hmm…delicious.”
Sameera smiled, happy to know he liked her taste. He moved his hand to her mouth. She pulled back, repulsed by the idea of tasting her own vaginal secretion. Though she had tasted it a few times in private, she wasn’t comfortable doing it before anybody.
“It’s tasty. Try it,” the drunken star insisted.
Hesitantly, Sameera moved her head closer to his fingers. She put her tongue out and licked the tip of his finger. She pursed her lips and looked at him. She liked the mildly tangy taste of her vagina, but she didn’t say anything.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded and smiled.
“I love it. Come, let’s lie down,” Kishore said and turned to the bed.
Wondering what he wanted to do, Sameera untied the waist string of her petticoat and dropped it to the carpet. She followed him to the bed. He sat on the bed, moved back, and lay on his back. Sameera climbed the bed feeling happy her dream of riding on his cock was about to come true.
“Sit on my face!” he said with enthusiasm.
“What?!” Sameera thought. She had not sat on anybody’s face for many years. Smiling, she turned around. With her back towards him, she kneeled with her legs on either side of him, straddling on his face. As soon as she settled in that position, Kishore pulled her hips down to his face and rubbed his face on her buttocks. He kissed and licked the smooth skin and bit her soft flesh. His fingers parted her ass cheeks, and he pressed his face on her ass crack. He kissed and licked her anus and her vagina.
Sameera smiled, loving what he was doing to her. She couldn’t believe a famous movie star was eating her ass and pussy. She looked at his erect penis. It was long and thick, just like she had expected. She gazed at it fondly, wondering if she should ask him first before sucking it. She moaned, feeling his tongue lick between the inner lips of her pussy and up on her anus. Unable to control herself, she bent over and grasped the base of his cock. A pearly drop of pre-come shone on the slit of his pisshole. She lowered her head and licked it off. He moaned, licking inside her anus. She licked the round bulbous head of his cock and lowered her mouth, taking it inside her mouth. His tongue pulled out of her anus. His nose pressed against her perineum, and his tongue lapped up pussy juice from her pussy lips. She sucked in half of his cock and lowered her head more, filling her mouth with his thick cock. She sucked his rigid dick and used one hand to fondle the large and pendulous sac that hung between his legs. ‘I can never get enough of this,’ she thought to herself as she inhaled his sweaty masculine odour and moved her lips and tongue back and forth on his hard cockshaft.
After a few minutes, while she was sitting comfortably on his face and sucking his cock passionately, she realised there was no movement below her ass. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “Sir?”
He didn’t respond. Fearing she might have suffocated him by sitting on his face, she turned around. She kneeled down beside him on his right and looked at him. He seemed to have passed out. She kept her fingers under his nostrils and felt his breath. She lifted his left hand and checked for pulse. ‘Thank god! He is alive!’ she thought. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. Only 1 hour and 15 minutes had passed. He had hired her for two hours. She looked at his penis. It had become semi-hard. She didn’t want to miss the opportunity. She grasped the base of his cock and bent over. She kissed the cockhead, opened her mouth, and lowered her head, taking his cock inside her mouth. She pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, making it hard again.
When his cock reached its maximum size, she pulled it out of her mouth. She lifted her right leg and put it on the other side of him. She knelt and straddled on his crotch. She lowered her bottom, felt the tip of his cock on the slit of her vagina, and slowly lowered her bottom more, allowing the thick crown of his penis to penetrate her vagina. She gasped and slid her pussy down all the way till her puffy vaginal lips smashed on his bushy pubic hair and on his balls. “Ahhh, my handsome hero!” she thought. She moved her hips in circular motion, side-to-side motion, and back and forth motion, figuring out the best movement to put pressure on her G-spot. Feeling his thick cock throb deep inside her, she put both hands on his muscular chest for balance and stability and moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoral area on the base of his cock.
Riding on his cock, she thought, “It is Kishore Khanna inside me. I love him so much. I am going to remember this moment forever.”
Squeezing his cock inside her pussyhole, she grinded her clit harder and faster on the base of his cock. His breath came out in little gasps, and his eyes fluttered, opening and closing. She was happy he was enjoying it even when he was passed out. Wanting to give him more pleasure, she stopped her forward-and-back movement and moved her hips up and down, sliding on his cock. She repeatedly slid up and down his cock-rod, slamming her plump buttocks down on his thighs, fucking him and causing slapping sounds. Lifting and plunging her hips, she scraped her clit along his hard rod. Her pussy swelled around his cock each time she drove her cunt down, only to tighten as she lifted—sucking his cock. She raised herself until her cunt’s burning lips met the swollen head of his prick. Then she slammed down with pleasure. She felt his cock jerk and thought he might be ready to ejaculate. So she quickly began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoral area on him faster and harder. Suddenly, her cunt became tight around his cock, and she moaned repeatedly as the orgasmic spasms exploded with intensity throughout her body and her pussy squirted pussy juice.
Kishore struggled to open his eyes. Moaning with pleasure, he reflexively lurched his cock deep inside her cunt and sprayed thick cum inside her pussy. Her pussy squeezed his cock, eager to suck every drop of his semen. She leaned over and kissed his forehead and lips.
Kishore’s cock spurted more cum, and he mumbled something incoherent. His eyes fluttered and shut tight, and he went back to sleep. Sameera got up and sat on the bed. She admired his handsome face and hoped he would hire her again.
She got down from the bed and went to the bathroom. She washed her private parts and came out. She got dressed and went to the bed. She kissed Kishore goodnight. Then she called Daisy and updated her. Daisy advised her to leave his room, as he could have other guests arriving soon after her appointed time.
Sameera booked a cab and left the room. By the time she exited the lobby of the hotel, the cab had arrived. She entered the cab and gave the OTP. As the cab moved, she opened the banking app and checked her account. She saw 50,000 rupees had been transferred to her account and felt overjoyed. She was very happy that one of her dreams of having sex with Kishore Khanna had come true and she had also been paid for it. She wondered if it was the best job in world and smiled wondering who would hire her next time.