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The Making Of family Slut – Part 2Today I am going to tell you how I met my dearest and closest friend in the whole world.But before that, let me tell you that those days I spent with my two favorite uncles had been some of the best days/weeks/months of my life. It took me a little time to realize that I do genuinely love both my uncles very dearly and loved being their mistress(I call myself their keep, but my uncles think it is too vulgar and call me their mistress). I loved to lift my skirt for them anytime, and they in turn loved to gave me so much pleasure with their cock. My most favorite moment in sex with my uncles is for them to to stare deep into my eyes as they climax and release their hot cum deep in my pussy. it was always electrifying.Once I became close to Vijay uncle, I began spending a lot more time at his home also. His private study room was very nicely furnished and uncle was nice enough to give me the password to his computer (with a big collection of pictures/videos he amassed). My dear uncle not just collected pictures from internet, but he collected pictures of all the girls they slept with as well (me included). I spent many hours there going through them.While watching them, I noticed that there was this one girl whom both my uncles had slept with many times. The girl was very fair and very beautiful. She looked to be around the same age as me, had nicely proportioned body and looked sexy in each and every picture. Based on the time some of the pictures were taken, they seem to have been fucking her very recently. But I did not ask them about her since I did not feel it right for me to ask such things to them. All I knew about her was her name, “Divya”. Soon I realized that I liked watching her pictures a lot and began fantasizing about her also. Strange thing for a girl to feel, but I reasoned, someone close enough to have my uncles cocks inside her body must be just as close to me too.Like I said in the last part, I stayed in Sharma uncles house for a long time, but it was becoming a big hassle to sneak out or do dirty things with my uncles at home. Aunty was almost always home and my cousin (that’s sharma uncle’s son) was also home more often. So, uncle found a small two bedroom apartment flat on the other side of the city and I applied for admission in a college near that house. Thankfully, no one in our family asked us why I wanted to study in that low grade college only. But the most important reason for choosing that place is because the flat also happened to be very close to where Sharma uncle and Vijay uncle worked, so they can visit me anytime they wanted. Aunty was so nice that she made food regularly and sent carriages with one of the uncles. This worked out even better, because it now gave them reason to visit me, and fuck me of course, many times each week.The arrangement was great. The flat was in a big apartment building, so no one cared who came or went at any time, day or night. I gave spare keys to both my uncles and told them they can enter the house anytime they want and use it whenever they want. I took one bedroom and they use the other bedroom for themselves. When they wanted some time for themselves, or wanted to do something they didn’t want to do at home, they used my house. This included work a lot, but also included surfing porn on internet, bringing in one night stand girls, even prostitutes to sleep with at my house. In a short span of few months, I even came to know many prostitutes in my area very closely. But, it never bothered me nor did I feel bad about such things. After all, they were men – and men have a lot of sex urges. I just liked to see them happy.One day in October, I was sleeping in my room when I heard Vijay uncle come into the house. I was about to go greet him, when I heard another girls voice and remained back in my room. Within a few minutes I heard them moaning and all kinds of other sounds that clearly told me what they were doing. The girl seemed to be enjoying it a lot too, because I heard her make louder and louder sounds as the time passed and it was like music. I went to sleep with a very wet pussy and wishing it was me in their room.Next morning, I came out of my room and saw the other bedroom door was already open and empty. “They must have already left”, I thought as I made my way into the kitchen to make coffee. I was stretching my body when I heard another girl’s voice say, “Good morning”. I was so startled that I jumped up with a yell. I turned to scold the girl for scaring me, but words died in my throat as I realized who it was. It was the girl from Vijay uncle’s computer. Divya. “H-hi”, I croaked out.“I am sorry to startle you like that”, she said pleasantly, “I thought you knew I was in home”“I knew, I mean, I heard you for hours last night”, I blurted out before thinking. She blushed and looked down. I scolded myself for talking before thinking for hundredth time and said, “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I am Sweta”. She smiled and replied, “I am Divya, Vijay uncle’s niece. You must be Sharma uncle’s niece they keep talking about”. It was my turn to blush and I nodded looking down.It is so surprising how two new people can become very close friends so easily. By the time it was afternoon and my uncles dropped in, we were chatting easily with each other like old friends. Vijay uncle moved towards me and Sharma uncle went to Divya. I leaned my head up to let him kiss my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue open my lips. At the same time, I felt his hand slip into my shirt and grab my boob. I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipple lightly.By the time he moved away from me, I was red faced, flush with excitement. I looked over to the others and Divya was smiling widely. But Sharma uncle had an aroused look on his face. “I told you she is easily aroused, Divya. See her nipples erect with excitement” Vijay uncle said as he pulled my shirt open and exposed my boobs. I tried to cover myself with a yell, but not successfully. “Wow Sweta, you have such cute nipples and sexy boobs”, Divya complimented me that caused me to get more aroused.Vijay uncle and Divya were enjoying exposing me like this and making me embarassed, but Sharma uncle was getting more and more aroused. His hands were on Divya’s shirt and pressing her boobs much more vigorously. But Divya was not encouraging him further. At a certain level it made me angry about it, but I was also too aroused to think straight. I reached behind and rubbed on Vijay uncle’s crotch to feel his hard cock. He only had a semi hard cock. “Oh no, sorry Sweta. That sexy bitch over there had me fuck her twice already since yesterday night”, Vijay uncle replied pointing at Divya, who was giggling. “I am too drained out to fuck you today”, he added. “Oh pooh!”, I replied, disappointed. But I remembered there was another man in the room and he was completely aroused also.So I lifted my hands up for Sharma uncle to come to me. “Sweta is so aroused, she just wants someone to fuck her”, Divya commented giggling. I wanted to say, no, I just want one of my uncles to fuck me, no one else. But words did not come out of my mouth. Sharma uncle pulled his hand out of Divya’s bra and walked over to me. Vijay uncle left me and I melted into Sharma uncle’s arms. Our lips met and his arms went straight over my bare breasts. I hugged him awkwardly, but the french kiss was very deep and satisfying. We took turns pushing tongue into the other’s mouth and massaging. My hand found his crotch and his already hard cock that was pushing tightly against his pant. I massaged it from outside, causing him to give out nice long moans.Vijay uncle moved to the sofa and held Divya by her waist and she sat beside him. She put her legs over his lap and hugged him around the neck. It was very obvious that they are very closely attached to each other. “Don’t just remain in the Dining room Sharma, get the show into the hall in front of us” Vijay uncle yelled out. Sharma uncle removed his shirt and pants in a hurry and pulled me into the middle of the hall in front of them. He was dressed in only underwear and I was in my last night’s nighty that has buttons on the front from top to bottom. We stood facing our audience and Sharma uncle grabbed me from behind. Holding me from the back, he began kissing my neck, finding all the sensitive points I taught him. He began unbuttoning the nighty’s front buttons from the top, all the way down.He took turns opening my top part to expose my bra covered boobs, my bare tummy, my naval and lifting my long gown to show my legs. I was feeling so shy that I kept trying to close whatever part of my body Sharma uncle was exposing, but it only got the men more excited and kept exposing my body. I am a slut, sure, but I am also a girl and all girls feel shyness with their body. In the end, Sharma uncle got all the buttons of my night gown open and gave a grand visual to our audience.He held the two ends of the nighty along with my hands and pulled them apart wide. Vijay uncle and Divya whistled and made catcalls in appreciation, while I got my body exposed to them. I turned my head away from them, but did not fight it. Sharma uncle held me in that position and pushed me towards them. I felt two sets of hands on my body. One pulled off my unbuttoned bra and the other pulled my panties down. When I looked down, to my surprise, Divya was the one who pulled my panties and had her finger rubbing on my pussy, while Vijay uncle was lightly pressing and slapping my boobs. I was aroused so much that it was hard to think straight. I moaned out, “Fuck meee, uncle!”I felt Sharma uncle let go of my arms and pushed me down. I leaned down and grabbed on to Divya’s shoulders for support. I did not need to see what Sharma uncle was doing. His hands spread my pussy lips and I felt his familiar cock get pushed in between them. “Wow, Sweta. You are so wet, its like pushing into a warm butter”.“When did you push your cock into butter, Sharma uncle?” Divya asked it before me, as if she read my mind. I heard Sharma uncle chuckle and push deeper into me, but Vijay uncle answered coyly, “Why do you think the butter bottle we buy for you girls always is opened”. It was dirty and exciting at the same time to me, but I thought Divya will get mad at them. But to my surprise, she answered, “Wow uncle, no wonder it tasted so much better since you began buying for me”. It was like she was reading my mind again.Uncle began his thrusts into my pussy and Divya pulled my arms around her neck for better support, like she understood what I wanted. She held me tightly as Uncle began fucking my pussy faster and faster. I felt so good that it felt like I was floating in air. One of the uncle’s whispered, “Kiss her” and I did not hesitate. I leaned into Divya and kissed her mouth full on. She was surprisingly willing, since she opened her lips for my tongue to push into her mouth. This was the first time I kissed another girl. Her lips were smooth, tongue was soft and breath smelled very sweet. Kissing girls is completely different from kissing guys. It felt much more sensual and sexier. I felt an electric bolt go through all of my body in a second and felt my pussy explode like a fountain and my knees buckle. Sharma uncle grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up laughing. “Sweta just had the biggest orgasm I ever saw, Vijay”, I heard him say, “See how she is dripping juice from her pussy”. but I was not in a condition to respond, nor did I feel my arousal go down.I felt Sharma uncle pull his cock out, but I grabbed him from behind. “Keep fucking uncle” I yelled out wildly. Sharma uncle immediately shoved his big hard cock back into my pussy with such a sudden force that I let out a gasp. He immediately started fucking me with such a fast rhythm and vigor that I could not think straight. I saw Vijay uncle pull Divya’s feet up and open them wide. He shoved his fingers into her pussy and began rubbing it hard and fast. I could see Divya’s face redden with excitement and yell out in pleasure.Vijay uncle pulled his fingers out, dripping with Divya’s pussy juices and pulled it up towards my face. Divya understood a second before me what Vijay uncle was doing and widened her eyes with fear. She wasn’t sure bilecik escort how I would take it. But I was soo aroused with Sharma uncle’s cock that I did not think even for a second. I opened my mouth and let Vijay uncle put the sticky fingers into my mouth. I sucked my first girl pussy juice off his fingers. Again, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice it tasted. I gave a smile to show Divya that I liked it.That instant Sharma uncle’s cock touched some sensitive place in my pussy and colors exploded in front of my eyes. He seemed close to the climax as well, since he began fucking me faster and faster, each time hitting the same sensitive spot in my pussy. I yelled out loud and hard, holding Divya by shoulder, and face pressed against her face. I was staring deep into Divya’s eyes, full of arousal, when I felt Sharma uncle’s cock explode cum deep in my pussy. It felt electrifying to watch into her eyes as I felt warm cum fill deep in my belly. I slowly leaned into her face, and to my surprise, she put her arms around me and hugged me tightly.“I love you so much”, I mumbled out in haze and heard the men chuckle. Well, I really did mean it. I felt so drained out from the fuck session that I just wanted to sleep. Sharma uncle lifted me into his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom and placed me on the bed. Just before I fell asleep, I saw Divya cover me with a blanket and kiss me on cheek. I slept soundly with a smile on my face and pussy full of my dear uncle’s cum.Next time I opened eyes, it was almost dark. As I got up, Divya walked into the room, “Hi Sweta”, she greeted, “How are you feeling?”. I yawned and stretched feeling great. I told that to Divya and she grabbed some clothes from the side. Thats when I realized I was completely naked and just gave her a full frontal view of my body. I quickly covered myself blushing. Divya saw that and laughed, “A little too late to cover up Sweta. We saw a lot more of each other and did a lot more with each other”I remembered everything we did that afternoon, kissing her lips and mouth, tasting her pussy, staring into her eyes when I got cummed in. The best part I remembered was how nice it felt to me doing those things with Divya. I got a smile from that. Divya sat on the bed as I got dressed, staring at my body. “You are so sexy Sweta,” she said, “no wonder uncles are so crazy about you”. I smiled and replied, “They are just as crazy about you too Divya”.She was hesitating about something and finally asked, “Did you mean what you said, Sweta”. “About what?” I asked. “About liking me, and loving me”, she said, “Only my two uncles love me so much and we only met today so I was wondering if -“.I could not believe that a girl that sexy can be so insecure. I sat beside her and replied, “Divya, you are the sexiest girl I ever saw. So I do love you a lot”. She did not seem to believe me, so I told her about every dress in which she looked gorgeous, every night dress that made her look sexy, every mole and every spot on her skin that looked cute enough for me to want to kiss it again and again. She was surprised and asked, “How do you know so much about me?”.I blushed and decided to come clean. I confessed, “I have been seeing your pictures on Vijay uncle’s computer for many months and every picture I see I find you so sexy that I feel jealous”. I continued, “And today, tasting your lips and tasting your pussy got me to have the biggest orgasm ever in my life, twice” I grabbed her by shoulders and kissed her lips and added, “So yes, I do find you very sexy and I do love you Divya”She got a wide smile and hugged me tightly. Thats when I realized, hugging guys is very different from hugging girls. There are two sets of boobs pressing against each other and the soft feeling we get is very different. It was much more enjoyable. “Also, how is it that you smell so sweet and soft”, I asked her.She giggled and replied, “I was about to ask the same. Its like you can read my mind”We hugged eachother for what seemed like a very long time and when we pulled apart, Divya’s face was red and breathing hard. I could make out that she was aroused, so I asked her, “Do you want to kiss me, Divya?”. She just nodded hesitantly. I leaned into her face and kissed her soft pink lips lightly and said, “you don’t have to ask me, Divya. You can do whatever you want with me, whenever you want”, I added, “We are best friends now”. This made her smile widely and slammed her lips into mine. Her hands found my bare boobs as we began playing fencing with each others tongues. I reached for her night gown, to open it and expose her boobs also. But before I did, I heard the phone ring – it was Aunty’s (Sharma uncle’s wife) ring tone. I cursed her a bit and reached for the phone. She was coming to visit me in an hour.I cursed her a bit more again and got up to get ready. I put on a sober salwar kameez and Divya did the same. Aunty brought us some dinner and we three sat, chatted for a while. Divya was very nice and Aunty also liked her very much. Just before she left, Aunty gave us the best idea ever. She told us, “Since you are same age as Sweta, why don’t you transfer to her college itself. Then you both friends can stay together here. We will feel good that shes not living all alone”.As soon as she left, we both looked at each other and read the same thing in each others face. That is a great idea and we will do it immediately. We spent the next few days working it out and soon we were not just classmates, but roommates also. Sharma uncle told us both to move into the same bedroom so that the other room is free for them to use whenever they felt like. Since they were paying rent for the house, there was no point arguing and neither of us minded moving into same bed either.It did not take much time after Divya and I moved in together into the apartment our uncles found for us, to realize that she is a bigger slut than I was. She used to disappear for one or two nights every week and when I asked her where she went, she used to tell me that she was helping out our uncles. I thought they were taking her to parties and clubs to have fun. But it also used to make me sad that they did not take me out for nights as frequently as Divya. And also the fact that Divya did not want to talk much about those times made me sad (and jealous, sometimes) too.One day, when I had just finished my monthly period and going through the mood swings, Divya was not home. So by the time she came home next morning I was crying. I asked her about why uncles did not love me as much as they love her to take me out too. Divya was very hesitant to answer but I pushed her hard till she agreed. She took a deep breath and said, “Do you really want to know about the details of what I do when I go out those nights?” I nodded hard. She said, “Ok. But after you hear, please don’t hate me”. I was more interested now – why would I hate my best friend. She said, “Uncles send me to their friends and business associates to make them happy, Sweta.”, she looked down and continued,”They whore me to their associates so the customers use my body for pleasure and give good business deals”I have to admit, I did not guess that and it stunned me. Divya looked down after this, uncomfortable and refused to meet my eyes. I asked, “Are you ok about doing that, Divya?”. She laughed and asked me back, “Do you know of anything our uncles ask us to do, if we say we don’t like it?” I laughed too, since I have to admit, they never did anything that we said we don’t like. Never!I relaxed hearing the actual reason for her disappearance and asked the one question anyone would ask their friend as soon as they hear that she gets whored to other men like a prostitute, “So, Divya, what do you like about doing it?”Divya relaxed at my smiling, leaned back and with a sigh she answered, “Well, Sweta, what is there to not like about it. Different man to sleep with everytime, who have different likes, different needs and more importantly different fantasies. Every man has their mind full of dirty thoughts and ideas that they never say out loud – never to their wife or girl friend, since they don’t want to seem dirty”, she continued with a fond smile, “When a guy gets a whore for a night they know is there just to make them happy, and is a reward for the business deals, they get to unleash it all. They get to say and do whatever they want – get to implement all the dirty thoughts and dirty pleasures they never do with their wife. It is really amazing”I could see that Divya really loved being sent out as a whore and enjoyed it as much as the men she goes along with. But that did not make me any less mad at my uncles. So when they came to our house that afternoon, I was ready to yell at them. I was in the bathroom when they came and by the time I came into the sitting room, Divya had already told them about the conversation we had that morning.Vijay uncle started apeasingly saying, “Sweta, it is not like what you think -“, but i cut him off, “Oh Uncle, I am sooo mad at you two. I can’t believe you do this”Sharma uncle pitched in, “Its ok, Sweta. I know you are upset but -“, I interrupted, “Yes uncle, I am so upset. I mean, how can you share Divya like that with other men and not me! Look how much she enjoys it”I pouted, while they were all stunned a bit, and then started laughing. “Wow Sweta,” Divya said, “I thought you were mad at them for something else. You are a very horny bitch, aren’t you”. I have to admit I never mind the three members of my family calling me such dirty names.Vijay uncle answered lauging, “Blame that on Sharma, Sweta” he said, “he does not want to do anything that you may not like, or even ask anything that will make u remotely mad at him”Now, which girl can be mad at a man who says that. I rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. “Oh uncle, I love you too. And trust you completely”.I took a deep breath and decided to come clean about my fantasies to the three people closest to me, I told them about my fantasy of having sex with many many men, about how I see guys crotch every time I walk on the road, trying to imagine how their dick would look. I told them about how I like it when guys make dirty comments at me on the road, and how I even walked back and forth in front of them a few more times, giving them opportunity to make more comments at me. I even told them how I let strangers touch me in the bus when it is crowded and they make such moves. I told them about how much I love it when people show me dirty pictures, videos from internet, always imagining how it feels to be in the girls place. Feel free to send me dirty pictures and stuff if u want to become my friend. I finally kept quiet face red with embarrassment and looking down, trying not to imagine what they may be thinking about me after this confession. I very quietly added, “so if you want to share me with anyone you trust, I will never say no”As time dragged on, I was becoming more worried that they will see me as a spoiled, dirty whore and was beginning to regret saying it all. That was until Divya said, “Are you two uncles going to just keep staring at her with mouth open? or are you going to reward her for opening up with a good, hot fuck?”I looked up with surprise when I heard the uncles chuckle and move towards me. Vijay uncle tilted my head up and caught my lips with his. I opened my lips and let him give me a deep french kiss. I felt hands on my body unhooking my blouse and skirt. When Vijay uncle let me go, to my surprise, Divya took his place on my lips. “You just got me so horny with your fantasies too, Sweta” she said as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and we played.That day I realized the advantage of group fuck. There will always be a hard cock ready to fuck me as soon as one is done. To my growing list of fantasies, I decided to add group fucking also and to this day I never leave an opportunity to be fucked my more than one guy at the same time.That was the best sex I had ever had in my life till then. It was also the first time I cummed two times within 10 mins of each. It got me so happy, exhausted and excited all at the same time. I was so tired from the intense pleasure that I just turned to the side and bolu escort felt myself drifting into to sleep.It was another month or so later that my uncles raised the topic again. They told me that they were working on some big business deal and need some important person to put a lot of money. “He is a very big known womanizer, so, to sweeten the deal”, they said, “we showed him your pictures and he agreed to think about our deal very seriously if you are willing to spend a day or so with him”. I was surprised that they showed my pictures, decided to use me and my body as bargaining chip in their business deal without even asking me. I have to admit, it got me a bit horny. Even though they did not tell me who that big important person was, I agreed immediately.But after a day of thinking about it, I began to get nervous about it and talked to my best friend Divya about it. I mean, I had never been with any other man other than my uncles, never been in a position where i have to satisfy this man and make him reconsider about a business deal. After all, the person, if he was a womanizer, must have had many women – and I am just a girl. My biggest fear was that if he did not like fucking me or does not think I was anyway special would simply send me back and cancel the deal. How would I face my uncles who put so much trust in me. It was enough to make any girl nervous.Divya just laughed, sat me and told me a few more details. She said she does not want to reveal the identity of the person, but he is a celebrity and I do like him a lot. She told me how beautiful I look and how much I enjoy getting fucked by men, it should be very easy to satisfy any man.“Besides, all you need to do is do whatever he asks you to do, without saying no”, she said with a smile, ” and let the man do whatever he wants with you and your body. You have your slutty genes in you that will make sure you also get as much pleasure from it as the guy does – so, as long as you enjoy it, I am sure the guy enjoys it too”. I know she was saying things to boost my confidence, but it felt very nice to hear her say it. She is my bestest friend and almost a sister for just that reason.Two more weeks later, it was time for me to make the deal work for the person. The person lives in another city and so I have to travel to his place to be his keep for the two days. I packed my bags with all my best looking dresses and wore a sleeveless black tight fitting churidaar. I have very fair skin, so black looks very good on me. I put my hair in one braid and wore nice sandles that made me look sexy. Divya drove me to the airport and with a quick hug sent me off alone to another city to be used for pleasure by someone I never met.When I reached the city and walked out of the airport, I searched for the person who was supposed to come pick me up. I saw him holding a small board with my name written on it and walked over to him. He wore a nice suit and was a middle aged person that I could not recognize. I doubted if Divya told me truth about the person being a celebrity.Still, I walked over and smiled brightly at him, “Hi, I am Sweta”, I introduced, “Are you here to pick me up?”He eyed me from top to bottom, I could see him undressing me with his eyes and stood still for him to finish with a smile. His gaze came back to my face and with a leery smile he said, “mmm, you are one sexy bitch. Boss really did score a jackpot this time,” he said, leading me out “I am Rahul”. I realized I just got leered on by the assistant of the person I am going to meet.He was gentleman enough to take my suitcase and I followed him with my bag to their expensive car. I, along with him got into the back seat. It was a very posh luxurious car and if it is any indication, the boss is very rich.As soon as we started the drive, Rahul put his hands on me. One hand reached my boob and squeezed it and the other snaked around my back. He pulled me close to him and said, “Do you know what is the advantage of being an assistant to a womanizer”, he asked and before I could respond, answered “I get to play with his toys as soon as he is done playing with them”. He squeesed my boob with enough strength that I let out a soft moan.He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and caught my lips in his mouth. He looked deep into my eyes and said, “Remember this, Sweta. Before dropping you back in the airport, I will fuck you – I will use your body to get every kind of pleasure I can imagine. And I am going to wait anxiously for that opportunity”, he said as he shoved his hand under my churidaar and grabbed at my panties. It was so sudden that I let out a yelp. I knew I was in his realm and he gets to do whatever he wants. So there was nothing I can do to stop him. I closed my eyes and let him grab my boobs and pussy as he kissed my lips in a hurry. I decided I did not like Rahul.Luckily, since the airport was in the outskirts of the city and also the guest house he was taking me to, we reached there quickly and I understood why he was in such a hurry to grope me. He took me upstairs to a room and told me to freshen up before evening. “Wear something traditional, master likes traditional girls”, he advised and with another deep french kiss and a lot of gropping of my body, he gave me a lopsided smile and left me.I sighed and fell on the bed, thinking about how much I hated Rahul. But I was there to help my dear uncles, so I steeled myself and decided to bear the master and satisfy him however he wants. I decided to get a good nap in the afternoon and get ready for the master in the evening. After all, I was sure I wouldn’t get much sleep at night.I woke up fresh, took a long bath and began getting ready. I put on the special moisturizing lotion all over my body that made my fair skin feel very soft and glowed in golden hue. It was an expensive gift from my uncles for this occasion. I put on my special white lace panties, no bra and pulled out the beautiful traditional but sexy lehenga. It had a white spaghetti sleeved choli, a white long lehenga and a red see through dupatta. I put on the choli and bent down in front of the mirror to make sure that a lot of my cleavage was visible. Without bra, my meager 32B boobs still hung down making pretty deep cleavage. I put on the lehenga well below my navel, so that my fair skin of my midriff and sexy navel show up prominently. My 34 size butt showed up nice and round. I put on a number of bangles and soft tinkling anklets.The effect was that with every step I took and every move I make there were a number of soft clinking sounds coming from all over my body. I was sure the master would love it. Then I waited.It was another half hour later that Rahul came into my room and I stood up. He eyed me from top to bottom as usual and gave me another crooked smile. I guess he approved. “Come on and meet the master”. I have to admit I was a bit nervous as I walked out. When I reached the hall, I took one look at who was there and gasped in surprise. Divya was right – I knew the famous film hero and I was a big fan of him to. I am just going to call him Khan.Khan was casually sitting on a couch and reading a magazine. When he heard me gasp, he looked up and put the book down. His gaze went from the top of my head with straightened hair to the bottom of my anklet clad heels. He too was undressing me with his eyes, but unlike with Rahul, I wanted him to see a bit more of me. I wanted to show him more of my body. I wanted to give him every kind of pleasure he can think of. When he gave me a smile, my knees almost buckled under me.“Hello” he said with a smile. “H-Hi”, I replied stammering. “Where did Sharma and Vijay find a gem like you?” he said smiling. “Um, I am Sharma uncle’s niece” I replied timidly adding, “and I am a big fan of your movies”.Suddenly, I remembered vividly what I was there to help my uncles. The movie hero I was a big fan of for most of my life, on whom I had a big crush on for years(still have, as a matter of fact), whom I was fantasizing about for a long time, will undress me, touch me all over, will put his hard cock inside me and fuck me hard till we both cum. That thought was enough to make my pussy leak a bit and make my panties wet. My thoughts must have showed up on my face, because he gave out a laugh.He walked up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. He held me tightly, squishing my boobs into his chest and bent his head into the nook of my neck. He took a deep breath there and moaned out, “I love the smell of fresh sexy girls. So seductive”.I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but without thinking, I said, “Well I am here to let u do a lot more than smell me”. He let out a laugh hard and said, “I like your spunk. But it has to wait, I have some important people coming over to meet”. I was disappointed, but nodded and stood with my hands clasped, as he let go of me, wondering what I should do.He stopped and looked back at me as if he just thought about something. “On the second thoughts,” he said with a smile, “Why don’t you stay back and help serve the guests. You are a hundred times better than the waiters from catering company and i am sure the guests will appreciate it a lot too”Well, how can I say no to the man I had crush on for years. I nodded eagerly, with a smile to show my agreement. But the only question I had was, what kind of service would they be expecting from me. I asked and he said, “Relax, I am not going to whore you to them”, he said with a smile. Even bad words from his mouth were musical to me. He added, “I know I promised Sharma and Vijay to take good care of you. They are a bit older people and like to look over younger girls, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about”. I smiled back. Next half hour was filled with Rahul teaching me how to be a waitress for high profile people.When the doorbell rang, I went over to the door. I opened the door and there were two men, one middle aged man with black hair and one older man with pepper grey hair. I smiled widely, greeted them and took them to the hall. Khan got up to greet them in a way that showed they were both very powerful industry people. As I walked away, I heard Khan greet the black hair man as the director and the older man as producer.I brought out a tray with three glasses and an expensive bottle of some dark liquor that I did not recognize. As I moved closer, I heard Khan say, “This is very important to me sahib. I need to be cast in this movie. I did not have a hit in a long time and if I don’t get one soon my career is over”. It was obvious Khan was in a bit of trouble.As I moved in, the director and producer turned to me and immediately their eyes went over my body. I have to admit I looked very sexy in a choli and lehenga. The producer said, “Well, leave that serious talk for a bit and tell me where did you get this chikni moti from. Who is this”.“Just someone who works for me” Khan said, trying to guide the conversation back to what he wanted, but the director took over, “With people this sexy working for you, I should come to your house more often. Whats your name, janu?”. I replied, “Sweta”. He said, “mmm, Sweta meaning white. And your skin really does look so white. White and sexy” I just smiled and was about to put the tray down, when he added, “Sexy face, sexy boobs, sexy ass” he said running his hand over my body, leaning and staring shamelessly.Khan tried to lead the conversation back to him, but the men were more interested in me, that really did scare me. “Whats your boobs size, Sweta?” the producer asked. I looked at Khan and when he gave a small nod, I repled, “Um, 34B”. “Beautiful, Sweta.” the director said pulling at a small table before them, “Serve us some drinks here”.It was obvious what they wanted to stare at, as I bent down in front of them to serve. When Khan gave another nod that was more uncomfortable and resigned, I decided enough is enough. I was angry at these men for not helping the great man like Khan, and I decided If it helps Khan by letting the men be lewd with me, I was willing to do it.I stood in front of the men and with my knees straight, I bent down to put the tray on the table. I felt my bra less boobs push my choli down an bit and make a bit deeper cleavage. I looked aydın escort up in that position and both their gaze was stuck right on choli and my boobs. “How do you want the drink?” I asked from the same position. “Straight” they said. I poured the drinks into three glasses and took one glass at a time and bent down in front of their face to hand them their drinks.As I got up and moved back, the producer was saying, “Thats the kind of girl to send if you want something from a man, Khan”. I looked at Khan and could see him smile in appreciation. “Serve the guests some snacks also, Sweta” Khan called out to me.I came back with a plate of bite size food. There was a knife and a fork to serve themselves. I got back and bent in front of the producer first to serve him. He must have finished a couple of drinks, because he seemed to have lost all inhibitions and reached up to my face. “What a beautiful face you have, Sweta” His hand moved down to my shoulder and remained there as he shamelessly stared down my choli, right at my boobs. “Sexy choli” he said, “but it can be made better”. I was about to ask how, when he grabbed the knife from the plate, reached for the left sleeve on my choli and cut it. I gasped, but did not move. He moved slowly to the right sleeve, with his eyes stuck on mine, as if daring me to say no. It was a power play and I already gave in to his power. I did not move or try to stop him as he put the knife to my right sleeve and cut it.Suddenly, my sleeveless choli became a no sleeve choli. My boobs as well as my choli lost their support and pushed down a bit more to the point that one of my nipple almost hung out. My nipples immediately hardened and I blushed red. But I held the same position. “There” he said proudly picking up a piece of food, “That looks better”. All three men laughed and I blushed harder. As Khan also joined in, I realized that the evening entertainment for the men might just be me. I was just not sure if I will become their entertainment into the night alsoI moved over to the director and got in the same position, bent in front of him. “You know what makes it even sexier”. I knew what he was about to say, but did not reply. He reached for the two hanging torn sleeves in front of my boobs and pulled them down, exposing my 34B boobs and hard nipples out to the men. I gasped, but held on. He put both his hands on my boobs, squeezed them loosely, moving his hands outwards till both my nipples were held between his fingertips. “These are the finger foods we need, sweetie” he said wiggling my boobs by my nipples, as the producer laughed in agreement.I stood up and moved to the side and waited topless wondering what to do next. “Thats the way to get your role, Khan”, the director said pointing at me “give her to a man for one night and you can get whatever you want”. He turned to me and asked, “Do you want to get into films, Sweta?”. I did not expect it, but who would say no to such offer. At the same time I remembered I was there for helping my uncles with something else. When I did not reply, Khan answered for me a bit uncomfortably, “She is not mine to promise to you”, he replied. “I am sure you will work out something”, the producer said. Still, to my surprise Khan did not relent. He is such a nice guy.I decided to take the matter into my hands and help Khan as much as I can. I was about to say something rude, when the producer slapped his thigh in irritation and said, “But we have a plane to catch and will be out for three or four days”. They both cursed in a colorful language that made me smile. In almost an irritated voice, the producer said, “Fine, we will think about your role later”. I decided to act on it and said, “If you can promise him the role, I can remain here for a few days till you get back”, I added, “But I have to go back by Friday” That made them more happy and the producer said, “The role is yours. We were not completely sure before we came, but now, because of her, its yours”. What girl wouldn’t want to be in my position to help the hero she likes however she can.They left shortly after that and Khan went to bid them off. By the time he came back, I repaired my choli to some extent by tying a knot around my neck and covering my front with the dupatta. He stood in front of me and eyed me from the top of my head, slowly, down my body. His gaze was different and I could feel electric shocks wherever his gaze touched me. I had to will myself not to move or cover myself further.He looked back into my eyes and there was raw hunger and passion in his eyes. Thinking that it is for me made me feel a jolt down my spine. He grabbed me with such a sudden move that I was startled out of my skin. His lips went straight form mine and hands to my boobs. The quick repair I did for my choli did not hold and my boobs again fell out of their protective choli right into Khan’s hands. He started massaging my boobs with both his hands and squeezing them in all directions and rubbing on my rubber hard nipples in such a way that I could not help but let out a loud pleasure filled moan, “MMMMMM”.Khan laughed at me and complemented me, “what a horny and pleasurable randi you are, Sweta”. I could only reply my agreement with another moan. He grabbed my face and staring right into my eyes said, “I am going to fucking use your body in every which way I can think and get whatever kind of pleasure I want to, sweta.” he was speaking at the same time squeezing my boobs, slowly moving his hands towards my nipples. He held both my nipples in both his hands and added, “I will make you do every dirty nasty thing I can think of and get pleasure using your body, Sweta. Do you mind?”, ha asked at the end gazing straight into my eyes.Well I had a crush on this man for as long as I can remember and he was asking me the question I fantasized for many many years. What else would I reply, except an eager shake and a squeaking “no”. He smiled eagerly and ripped out my choli, dupatta and pushed me on to the long cushioned sofa.I gasped at the suddenness and as I watched, he pulled off his shirt and pants and walked over to me in just his boxer shorts. I could clearly see his cock hard already and make a tent on his boxers. I laid on the sofa watching him undress and walk over to me He stood on the floor beside my hips and lifted his right leg up, over my body and put it on the sofa with a sigh. His hard cock must have been feeling a lot of pressure. It got me to giggle a bit.He looked down at my body, bare boobs looking up at him and down at my legs that were still covered in the lehenga. He got a cunning smile and pulled his right hand in front of my face. He made a fist, with just his middle finger stretched out and said, “Do you know what this is?”. I replied, “your finger”. He asked, “Do you know what it wants?” I had a good idea what, but I could not get myself to say it. But he answered immediately, “It wants to explore the inner parts of your pussy, Sweta”, he leaned close to my face and asked, “Will you help it?”. With my face red like a tomato, I nodded, my voice failing. He told me what to do.I pulled my legs up, pulled my lehenga up to my waist and opened them wide. I reached down and felt around till I found my panties and pulled them to the side. My already wet, dripping pussy was open to the room. Khan got a smile and slowly moved his hand down. My hands were holding my panties open, so there was no way I could stop his hand from touching me, even if I wanted to. His finger reached my face and went to my lips. He pushed the finger into my mouth and felt around. I sucked on his finger a bit and let him play with my tongue a bit.He pulled it out and traced the finger down my body, to my boobs, and down my tummy, over my navel, till he reached my pussy. With his gaze stuck on my face, he pushed the finger into my already wet pussy. I felt shocks through my body as he felt around in my pussy, sometimes touching on a sensitive spot. He must have known about such sensitive spots, because every time I felt him touch it and I yelp out, he went back and began searching for it more. Once he found it for sure, he said, “the finger friend wants his other friend to join it”. I did not understand what he meant till he pulled his hand out and two fingers now entered my pussy. It stretched my pussy and filled me well.He held my face with one hand by my chin and with gaze locked with his, “Keep your eyes open and stare right back at me”, he commanded. He found the sensitive spot again and began rubbing at it with both his fingers. My world exploded in colors. I could feel electric shocks through my body, my pussy felt like it was on fire and about to explode any moment and my head felt light. I don’t know how long I was in that state, I was just lost in Khan’s eyes.He had an eager triumphant smile on his face as he fucked my pussy with his fingers. I did not know what got over me, but I when I saw he was still standing over me with his legs spread over my hips, I just stuck my hand up his boxers and grabbed his cock. Khan just paused for a second before fucking me with much vigor. I felt a huge weight fill up in my tummy and it was swelling up bigger and bigger, till I felt it was about to explode. At that point, he stopped, making me so mad at him.“Not yet, my darling” he said with a smile, “The main course is still there”.He left me panting on the sofa, opened a small drawer in the side table and pulled something out. he walked back to me and stood beside my head. I knew what he was about to do. So, I reached and pulled his boxer shorts off him and his already hard cock sprung out. I reached for it with my right hand but Khan slapped my hand away and moved closer to my face. He held his cock and slowly rubbed it all over my face – over my cheeks, my lips, my forehead. Somewhere through, his cock got wet and I felt his precum smear over my skin. He quickly pushed his cock into my mouth. I began sucking the head of the cock and slowly licking on the sides of the shaft. Soon his cock was glistening wet with my spit mixed with his precum which was oozing out of the tip.Khan squeezed the shaft of his cock a bit and made a blob of precum at the tip, and said, “lick it, Sweta”. It was such a dirty request that I would have said no normally. But I remembered who this man was and my crush on him. I just leaned forward and licked it off. Honestly, it was not bad at all. It was a bit slimy and tasteless. I did not mind licking that at all.As I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, I could hear him make moans and small grunts. I could feel his cock pulse under my hand also. It looked like Khan was close to orgasm as well. So I did the only thing that came obviously to me. I left his cock and said, “Not yet. The main course is still there”.Khan looked startled at hearing that for a second, and broke out laughing hard. “You are a very unique girl, Sweta. One in a million”, he said leaning down and kissing my lips. He opened my legs wide under and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He said, “I do not want to wear a condom to fuck you, Sweta. I hope you do not mind”.Till then I did not think about protection and I was not ready to get pregnant yet either. Before I could say anything he shoved his throbbing cock into my already wet and dripping pussy. I could feel every ridge and bump on his cock rub inside my pussy and fill it completely. The nerves in my pussy seemed to be on fire wherever his cock was touching – which was all over inside my pussy. I felt I would have cummed even without him fucking me. But he did not let me test that theory. He began fucking my pussy.He started slowly and began gaining speed. I thought he would not last long, since I got him so close to orgasm with my hand, but he kept going for what seemed like a long time. I felt him tense up and knew what was about to happen. The great movie actor Khan was about to cum in my pussy. That thought and spurts of hot cum from his cock made me get to orgasm as well. I felt my back arch and with a series of grunts and moans, I let it out. I did not know what was happening till I came around and looked down. Khan was sitting on the sofa in front of me. As I got up I felt the wetness under my ass. It was the combination of both our love juices spilled all over the sofa.“You are one of a kind girl, Sweta” Khan said again that got a smile on my face. “I am going to have so much fun this week” he mumbled watching my naked body. I stretched over the sofa under his watchful eyes, thinking, so am I, Khan!

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