A Dream Come True -1
Hi! I am from India. India is home to some very pretty celebrities from our film industry(bollywood). They may not be as drop-dead gorgeous as those from Hollywood but, each to his own tastes and preferences. Many of us here would probably pay much more to see some of our 'stars' than those from hollywood. They do have a 'something' in them. This story,here, is a work of fiction and I hope the readers like it. Please send your views/reviews to firstname.lastname@example.org.
I was walking around the countryside when I heard some passers-by say that Mrs. Madhuri Dixit, a very famous actress from India, was scheduled to give a live stage performance within a couple of days. Now, Mrs. Dixit is still a heart-throb among film buffs and star-watchers and if you get anywhere close to her, you are considered as a really lucky guy. She is considered as the best dancers in Indian cinema even today, although her films have been reduced to mere trickle ever since she got married and migrated to The States.
I got some more details about the show and somehow got myself an elusive ticket to the show. The crowd was, literally, rampaging the poor agent for tickets to the show. Mrs. Dixit is a relatively rare personality to be seen around and if you get her close to you, your lucky stars have showered their choicest blessings on you on that day. I picked up the ticket and moved off in a jiffy, lest a pick-pocket spoil my luck.
I reached home and just couldn't thank my stars enough for my fortune. That night, I was trying to figure out how to get "really close" to her, when a evil plan struck my mind. It came about because I couldn't figure out a straight forward way of doing it. She would probably have many security guards around her, being a celeb. I would have to get her, in connivance, with her security guards. She would probably have me physically diverted by her security if I told her what I wanted, directly.
I decided to try to find out her schedule so that I could, perhaps, gatecrash her privacy. I did manage to find the security agency for this event and I struck a deal with them,"I'll tell you what, I'll let your personnel also have some fun with her if you allow me to get to her disguised as a security guard. What do you say?" "Sir, it is very risky as she is a very popular star. I don't think I could take that risk, sorry!" I realised that I would have to shell out something if I had to get this plan to work. "Sir, I'll pay each of your personnel stationed outside her enclosures' entrance five grand if you allow me inside. I promise you it will be more than worth your while." "Well, I donno. Why don't you ask them? I have no objection if you speak directly to them." "Sir, I cannot speak directly to them. I would like you to speak to them on my behalf. Please sir." A few negotiations later, the deal was struck and plans finalised.
I arrived at the venue a little earlier than the rest of the crowd and sneaked in. I found her dressing room and disguised myself as a security guard inside. I promptly came out and no one recognized or suspected me of being anything but what I looked like: a security guard. Mrs. Dixit was already about 15 minutes behind her schedule and rushed into her dressing room immediately. I smiled and thought, "Mrs. Dixit, be as hassled as you want, very soon you will be the most beautiful, desperate, hassled thing around here." Mrs. Dixit called for some water, "Can I have some water around here, Please?" "I rushed to her and gave her water.
She gulped down the glass of water as a tourist walking helplessly through the soaring desert heat who had found an oasis. She looked up and at once one could see a sparkle in her eyes, a sparkle that has to be seen to be believed, not described. She kept looking at my eyes, trying to figure out what I was up to. She gave up and finally, "What is it? What are you looking at?" She could see that I was only looking at her face (actually more focussed on her eyes...they are simply exceptionally striking) and not any of her physical assets. It took me some time to jerk myself out of my trance, "Madam, I am sorry, I was so mesmerised by your simplistic beauty that I was in another world." "Don't worry about it. It is not new for me." "Madam, would you mind if I stare at you for 10-15 minutes?" "I don't mind, but I have a performance now. You'll have to wait untill I have finished and got back here...It will be approx. 3 hours from now." With that she was gone.
"At least she didn't show any signs of uncovering my disguise, even if she has." I thought. I could not get to see her performance on stage but I knew that one more stage was going to be set up for her 'spectacular' performance. I could hear her fans going haywire in joy over her performance. She, at last, turned up. She was wearing a rich-blue blouse, that covered her front, upto her abdomen, tied only by a series of strings behind her neck and her back, covered her arms and the sides of her back, exposing a good 75-80% of her back right upto her middle-lower back and fit rather tight around her 36C breasts, making them even more prominent. She wore a rich-blue skirt (the sort that would rise up to her hips if someone would make her swirl swiftly enough). She was panting as though she had just run a 5-mile marathon, her entire dress was now a navy blue colour from the drenching it got from her sweat.
She entered her dressing room and just as she was about to close the door, she called out, "Hey, security!". As she did not know my name, she could not call the person she actually wanted. I deliberately sent my friend in, "No, Not you. That cute chap who was standing on the right when I entered and who brought me the water." "Who, Madam? I've been standing on the right since morning and as far as the water is concerned, no one ever gets a chance to sneak in while we are there. You can relax." He replied quite confidently, although he knew the person she was looking for. "Is this haunted by friendly ghosts? I am quite sure it was a security personnel who gave me the water a few hours back." "No, madam. No ghosts or spirits, just friendly, courteous staff and security." "Can you call all your security personnel who are stationed just outside my room?....I want to see all of them." "Why, Madam?" "I just told you. Now jump to it....I am very tired and cannot wait forever." "Yes madam."
The security guard stepped out and told me to go inside, "She certainly remembers you...not a very good disguise, I guess." I patted his back lightly, "Don't worry about it! Very soon you,along with some fellowmen, will also be needed there. I assure you. Thanks for all the help anyway. You guys have done a good job." "Sir, If this was all that you needed help with, why were you so hesitant to ask for it?" "You see, my friend, there is something called professional ethics. What we did and going to do is nowhere even close to it. It is very unethical, especially, in your profession. I hope that I won't have to do something like this again.....it hurts." "Don't worry about the pain, your cure is waiting for you. All the best!" He shook my hand and I left for the room.
I entered the room and seated on a chair was Madhuri Dixit, looking much sexier than any of her on-screen performances in any of her films. She had not changed her clothes, her jewellery was still on and of course, her 10000-watt smile was making night seem like day."Welcome! I am extremely sorry I did not ask your name...." "Don't worry, Madam... what's in a name? It's only a name, after all. I think what's important is what you are rather than your name." "Well said...errrr....." "Don't use names, please. Only You and I are here.... for now atleast." "Well.... OK". I thought she was ready to drop, after her performance on stage, and I spoke, "Do you remember........." "Yes, I do remember. If your stare- session is what you are referring to. I think I might enjoy it as well." I thought, "I am sure you will enjoy it a lot, madam....you may not want me to stop......atleast I hope you do not ask me to stop." "Now........ tell me which part of my body do you want to stare at?" She asked in a soft, sexy voice. "I want to stare at your entire body piece-by-piece. I will ask you to show me parts of your body one at a time. Is that OK?" "Fine, absolutely fine. You can be my director for today.....no tantrums, no inhibitions and no area barred, etc....etc...I am totally in your hands today.....ask me to do as you wish"
I said, "Close your eyes and don't open them till I tell you." "OK" I walked around her and then moved back to my place. "Open your eyes". She opened her eyes and seemed rather disappointed at the lack of change around her. "Do you know what I did?" She thought for some time and replied, "Nope." "I walked around you and checked you out." Her reaction was that of being quite disappointed. "You disappoint me. I was hoping you would be a bit more proactive." "Now close your eyes and don't open them till I tell you." "Fine" She closed her eyes and I began soaking in her beauty, her medium milk chocolate complexion(95-97% milk with balance of chocolate powder), her extremely striking eyes, her rounded- kite face, her adorable nose, lips which give her a soft, mild-as-a-dewdrop appearance and a nicely shaped rounded chin. It appears that if god created the earth in a day, he must have used at least 16-20 hours to create her. Her complexion, her figure, probably, 36-28-32 (just a guess, I am not a very figurish person), her gait, her smile are worth much more than money can buy.
She could feel someone soaking in her beauty: her chest movements and breath are indications of that. I said, "Open your eyes and sit cross-legged on the bed." She did not say anything but did as told. I moved slowly towards her and sat on the bed next to her. She turned towards me and I just kept looking at her eyes and unconsciously, I lost myself in them. I leaned forward and kissed her eyelids: each one twice. I still felt unsatisfied: I leaned forwards again and kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her lower jaw from ear to chin to ear, her neck. She began breathing heavily and moaning softly. I bent backwards and began removing her jewellery gently and letting it drop on her lap. She wanted to put them aside but I said, "Don't. Let it be." In about 10 minutes, all her jewellery was on her lap. It took so long, not because it was plenty, but because I wanted to test her patience. I could have taken 2-3 minutes to remove all of it. I leaned forward and embraced her quite forcefully. I bent my head and kissed her exposed neck feverishly. I could hear her breath splitting and hastening and her moans which were signal enough that she was enjoying it thoroughly.
We remained like that for close to half an hour. I went behind her and began kissing the exposed skin of her back. She moaned, breathed deeply and made her back concave. I continued kissing and she was getting increasingly impatient. I sensed it and opened the knot of her blouse and kissed her where the knot had been "O...Oooooh!....hhhuuunnhhh" I thought that was the only thing keeping her blouse from falling off but she had used two more strings at the base of her blouse, where her blouse meets her skirt. I felt around them and opened one, she inhaled deeply and moaned loudly. I bent down and kissed her where the hook had been, she moaned still more and inhaled a sizeable gulp of air, making her back even more concave. "Ooooo.......Oooooooohhhhhh!...I.....I...I love....you.....donnnn.....don't sss...sssstop!...mmmm.....mmmmorrrrrre.....please.......please more.....I.....I....I wannn.....I want moooooorrrrre!" A second hook also open, I began rubbing and caressing the portion of her back where the base of her blouse was. She continued moaning and breathing heavily.
I then pulled off her blouse and kissed her even under her bra hooks. She hung her head and wondered how much more teasing she would be able to endure. I made her sit on the bed in a doggy position and I was supporting my body on hers. I was lying down with my chest on her back and squeezing her boobies through her bra by bringing by hands around her chest. They were stiff when my hands touched them, albeit through her bra. I kept teasing them till she lied chest-down on the bed moaning and breathing faster. "Huunnhhh!......oooo......ooooooh!......oooo....ooooooooffffffff!....hhhuunnhh!....hhhuuunnn......hhhhhhuuuuunnnnnhhhh! o...oh..ohhhh...ohhhhh Gooooood! Heeeelllllppppp!" My opening of her bra was greeted with a moan of desperation and arousal. I took what must have seemed like ages to get her bra off. I was too busy teasing and arousing her to really bother to hassle with it. I finally got to suck on the hard, milk chocolate brown boobies with dark chocolate brown nipples. I went really haywire, sucking, squeezing, biting, nibbling, caressing, licking and molesting them. "ooo....oooooh!....aaaahhhh!...ohhhhh!....heeelllllppppp!....aaaaa....huuuummmmppphhhh!......ohhhh myyyyyyy goooodddddd!....oooooooooooooffffffffffffff!......aaaaaaahhhhhh!....sssssshhhhhh!......mmmmm......mooooorrrrrreeee!"
I climbed on her and began kissing her juicy, full, luscious lips with all my passion. She, in turn, responded with her passion and we were kissing as if this was probably the last chance we would get in our lives. If I tried to quit, she wouldn't let go and if she tried to, I wouldn't let go. We almost passed out from our passion. We did call it quits after we were left completely breathless. I decided to tease her some more: I began licking her flesh from her lips to her abdomen, making her twitch and turn frantically. I kept teasing her belly button and her upper abdomen by licking and nibbling. She was getting exhausted and emotionally drained. I was determined to tire her out to the extent that if I called someone else in she wouldn't be in a position to retaliate or rebel.
I put my hand under her skirt and she literally jumped as my hand touched her hips through her pants. I felt her pants and gently pulled them off, leaving her skirt behind. "Now for the torture of your life! I am going to torture you for the rest of the night so that, in the morning,you cannot escape and I can torture you again, it is going to be one and a quarter day's worth of torture for you." "Please, I beg of you! not again in the morning! I will not be able to take the torture then! I took it now but not in the morning! Think of something else please! Please! For God's sake!" "You deserve it! You have been seducing and troubling adolescents and teenagers by coming in their dreams and visions where they have a chance to fuck life out of you but, never ever get a chance! Too many of these guys have been disturbed by visions of fucking the queen of bollywood crazy!" "But, is it my fault if my directors gave me those roles to play?" "Whose fault is it if you accept those roles in movie after movie during the prime our your career?" "I accept that the fault is mine but, please oh please! don't torture me like this in the morning as well" "Well, let's see....what are you willing to do to be spared in the morning?" "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to fuck me and the security guards, just outside your entrance, together." She was dumbfounded. She had never even visualized, let alone ever experienced such a thing. "How.....How mmm...many arrr....are th...th..the...they?" "Not too many, just a couple of more guys."
I could see that she was somewhat relieved after she heard that. I lifted her skirt upto her waist and began teasing her toes, her curvaceous legs, her delicious thighs and most of all, her incredible, shaved pussy. Her pussy was shaved completely and was a light chocolate color. I rubbed her pussy gently along the slit and also with my palm covering both the halves, "oooo....oooohhhh!.....huuuunnnnngh!.......ooooofffff!....ooooo......ooooooo.....fffffff!" I decided to begin the torture: I put my face just a few centimeters from her pussy and stuck my tongue straight into her pussy and began licking and caressing it lightly, just barely touching it. She closed her eyes and began trembling and turning in ecstasy, "Please.....ooooohhhh! Please stop! I beg you! I.....I....can't.....take.....take.....this! ooooh!.....ohhhhhh....you.....you....ar...are...a..a..d...ddd...ddd...devil! please have mercy on me! please!.....aaaaaahhhhh!....sssssss......ssssssst....oooooo.....ooooooooooo.......oooooooooofffffffffff!" I now decided to tease her with real fever. I seperated her lips and stuck my tongue in there and licked and licked and licked(including her clit, I made her have countless massive orgasms. She virtually passed out from cumming) . She was moaning and wildly turning her head from side to side.
I decided to fuck her right then and there. She is so startling to look at that you don't need her to give you an erection, just thinking about her can give you a very nice one. Without warning, I rammed my penis into her and she yelled like crazy! I began my to and fro movements and she was just moaning and crying. I fucked her hard about fifty times and then moved onto her ass. "No! Please! Not there! You'll kill me! Please! I beg of you! OH MY GOD! Please Have Mercy On Me!" "Shut Up or I'll really kill you with your ass!" I kept my penis at the entrance of her asshole and was about to insert it when an idea struck me: Why not lubricate it with soap solution? It should make my job easier. I got myself some soap solution and applied it not just on her rear entrance but also inside it. I kept it aside and then decided to have her lick my penis to make it nice and wet. I took my penis near her mouth and she grabbed it and began sucking on it. I never knew that she would be so good at it, she was just marvellous! I came about four times and her mouth was full of my cum. "Come On! Swallow it and lick my penis clean."
I, then withdrew my penis and inserted it with full force into her asshole. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! HEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I kept banging her till she was out.
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