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Tripti Dimri, a young actress with a petite frame and an infectious smile, found herself in a spacious dressing room, preparing for her next scene. The air was thick with anticipation as she slipped out of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie.
Just then, the door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a movie producer, a man known for his demanding nature and unconventional methods. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning Tripti from head to toe, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
“Tripti, my dear,” he began, his voice low and gravelly. “I need you to show me your breasts.”
Tripti’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew better than to question the producer’s requests. Slowly, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small breasts were perky and firm, with tiny pink nipples that were already hardening under the producer’s gaze.
The producer nodded, satisfied. “Good. Now, I need you to spread your legs.”
Tripti’s face flushed, but she did as she was told. She spread her legs wide, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The producer stepped closer, his eyes fixated on her most intimate area.
“Spread your lips,” he commanded.
Tripti hesitated for a moment, but then she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs, and she knew that the producer could see it too.
The producer leaned in closer, his face just inches away from Tripti’s pussy. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.
“Very nice,” the producer murmured. “Now, I want you to touch yourself.”
Tripti’s heart was racing now, but she followed the producer’s instructions. She slid her fingers down to her pussy, feeling the slick wetness coat her fingertips. She began to rub her clit in slow circles, her breath hitching as the pleasure built inside her.
The producer watched intently, his eyes never leaving Tripti’s pussy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small camera, snapping photos as Tripti touched herself.
“That’s enough,” the producer said finally, his voice strained. “We have what we need.”
Tripti removed her fingers from her pussy, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had passed the producer’s test, and she knew that she would be rewarded for it.
The producer turned to leave, but not before giving Tripti one last lingering look. “You did well, Tripti,” he said, his voice full of approval. “I’ll see you on set.”
As the producer left, Tripti let out a sigh of relief. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but at the same time, she had never felt so turned on. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew that she needed to release the tension that had built up inside her.
She reached for her vibrator, turning it on to the lowest setting. She closed her eyes, imagining the producer’s face as he watched her touch herself. She slid the vibrator inside her pussy, feeling it fill her up in a way that the producer never could.
She began to move the vibrator in and out, faster and faster, as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that she was about to cum harder than she ever had before.
Just as she was about to climax, she heard a knock on the door. It was the producer, come to check on her one last time before they started filming.
“Come in,” Tripti called out, her voice breathy and husky.
The producer opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw Tripti lying on the couch, her legs spread wide, her pussy still pulsing from the orgasm she had just given herself.
“I see you’re ready for your close-up,” the producer said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Tripti nodded, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She knew that this was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see what the producer had in store for her next.
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Tripti Dimri and Ranbir Kapoor had been working together for months, but they had never been alone in a room together. They had always been surrounded by other people, whether it was on set or at a press event.
But one day, they found themselves in the dressing room alone. Tripti was getting ready for her next scene, and Ranbir had just finished his.
Tripti was nervous. She had always had a crush on Ranbir, but she never thought anything would come of it. She didn’t know how to act around him, especially when they were alone.
Ranbir, on the other hand, was feeling playful. He had noticed the way Tripti had been looking at him, and he wanted to see if there was any truth to her gaze.
He walked over to where Tripti was sitting and sat down next to her. Tripti’s heart started racing. She could feel her pussy getting wet just from being near him.
Ranbir leaned in close to Tripti and whispered in her ear, “I know what you want.”
Tripti’s breath hitched. She didn’t know what to say. She was too afraid to admit the truth.
Ranbir stood up and pulled Tripti to her feet. He looked into her eyes and said, “I’m going to give it to you.”
Tripti’s heart was pounding in her chest. She didn’t know what to do. She had never been in this situation before.
Ranbir started to undress her, slowly and deliberately. He took his time, savoring every moment.
Tripti was shaking with anticipation. She had never felt this turned on before. She wanted Ranbir so bad.
When Tripti was completely naked, Ranbir pushed her onto the couch and spread her legs apart. He knelt down in front of her and started to lick her pussy.
Tripti moaned with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. She grabbed the back of Ranbir’s head and forced him to go deeper.
Ranbir was loving every moment of it. He loved the taste of Tripti’s pussy. He loved the way she moaned and writhed in pleasure.
After a few minutes, Tripti couldn’t take it anymore. She needed more. She needed to feel Ranbir inside of her.
She pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She started to ride him, hard and fast.
Ranbir was in heaven. He loved the way Tripti was taking control. He loved the way she was using him for her own pleasure.
Tripti leaned down and started to kiss Ranbir. She loved the way he tasted. She loved the way he made her feel.
After a few more minutes, Tripti couldn’t take it anymore. She was on the brink of orgasm. She started to ride Ranbir even harder and faster.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She screamed with pleasure as she came.
Ranbir was right behind her. He grabbed Tripti’s hips and thrust into her one last time. He came hard, filling her with his seed.
Tripti collapsed on top of Ranbir, exhausted but satisfied. She had never felt anything like this before.
Ranbir wrapped his arms around Tripti and held her close. He knew he had found something special with her.
They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Finally, Tripti sat up and looked at Ranbir. She smiled and said, “That was amazing.”
Ranbir smiled back and said, “I told you I would give you what you wanted.”
Tripti laughed and said, “You sure did.”
They got dressed and left the dressing room, knowing that their lives would never be the same again. They had found something special in each other, and they knew they would never let it go.
And so, they walked off into the sunset, ready to face whatever the future had in store for them. They knew they had each other, and that was all that mattered.
The end.
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Ritika Singh, a 25-year-old boxer, had just finished an intense sparring session with her coach. She was drenched in sweat, and her muscles ached. As she made her way to the locker room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had been training hard for months, and her hard work was starting to pay off.
As she entered the locker room, she was greeted by her master, a tall and muscular man in his early 40s. He was the one who had taught her everything she knew about boxing, and she had developed a deep respect for him over the years.
“Great job out there, Ritika,” he said, as he handed her a towel. “You’re really starting to come into your own.”
Ritika smiled and thanked him, before making her way to the showers. She turned on the water and let it wash over her tired body. As she lathered up, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of arousal. She had always found her master to be incredibly attractive, with his chiseled abs and piercing blue eyes.
As she rinsed off, she heard the door to the showers open. She turned around to see her master standing there, completely naked. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
“I want to show you something, Ritika,” he said, as he approached her. “Something that will take your training to the next level.”
He reached out and gently touched her breasts, causing her to gasp with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. His touch was electric, and she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused.
“I want you to show me your nipples,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika hesitated for a moment, but then she did as she was told. She reached up and pulled down her bikini top, revealing her firm, erect nipples.
Her master let out a low growl of approval. “That’s it, Ritika,” he said. “Now I want you to touch yourself.”
Ritika’s heart was racing as she reached down and began to touch herself. She had never done anything like this before, but she found herself becoming more and more aroused with every touch.
Her master watched her intently, his own arousal growing with every passing moment. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he knew that she was ready for more.
“Now, I want you to get on your knees,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika did as she was told, sinking to her knees in front of her master. He reached down and gently stroked her cheek, before guiding her head towards his cock.
“Suck it,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika hesitated for a moment, but then she did as she was told. She opened her mouth and took him in, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Her master let out a low groan of pleasure as he felt her hot, wet mouth enveloping his cock. He reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Ritika could feel her own arousal growing as she sucked her master’s cock. She had never felt anything like this before, and she couldn’t believe how turned on she was.
Her master could feel himself getting close to climax, and he knew that he had to take things to the next level.
“I want you to fuck me, Ritika,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika’s heart raced as she climbed to her feet. She had never had sex before, but she found herself wanting to please her master more than anything.
He guided her over to the bench, and then he lay down on his back. He pulled her close and guided her hips over his, positioning her so that she was straddling him.
“Ride me, Ritika,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika did as she was told, sinking down onto his cock as she began to ride him. She could feel him filling her up, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt.
Her master reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples as she rode him harder and harder. She could feel herself getting close to climax, and she knew that she couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Come for me, Ritika,” her master said, his voice low and commanding.
Ritika let out a low moan as she felt herself climaxing, her body shaking with pleasure as she came hard all over her master’s cock.
He could feel her pussy clenching around him, and he knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. With a final thrust, he came hard inside her, filling her up with his seed.
As they lay there, panting and spent, Ritika couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she knew that she would
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Gayatri Bhardwaj was a shy Indian girl with a big heart. At 23, she had never really explored her sexuality beyond the occasional self-love session. The thought of being naked in front of someone else made her heart race and her palms sweat. However, she was also a talented photographer, and she had been commissioned to do a bold photoshoot for a high-end fashion magazine.
The photoshoot was to take place outdoors, in a secluded area of the forest. Gayatri had arrived early to set up, and she was now waiting for the costume designer to arrive. She had decided to wear a flowing white dress for the shoot, and she felt a little self-conscious about how it clung to her curves.
When the costume designer arrived, Gayatri was struck by how confident and self-assured she was. She was a tall, beautiful woman with piercing green eyes and a mane of fiery red hair. She introduced herself as Sienna, and she immediately set to work, laying out a variety of outfits for Gayatri to try on.
As Sienna helped Gayatri change into the first outfit, a skimpy bikini that left very little to the imagination, Gayatri couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. She had never worn anything so revealing in front of anyone before, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat.
Sienna must have noticed her discomfort, because she gave Gayatri a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, you look amazing,” she said, adjusting the bikini top so that it barely covered Gayatri’s nipples. “You have such beautiful breasts. I bet they’re going to look amazing in these photos.”
Gayatri couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at Sienna’s words. She had never really thought of her breasts as anything special, but Sienna’s words made her feel sexy and desirable. As she posed for the camera, she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious about her nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the bikini top.
Sienna must have noticed her discomfort, because she handed Gayatri a small piece of fabric to cover her nipples. “Here, use this to cover yourself if you feel uncomfortable,” she said.
Gayatri took the fabric gratefully, but as she held it in her hand, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had never really been one to cover up, and she found herself wanting to show off her body, to let the world see her for who she really was.
As the photoshoot continued, Gayatri found herself becoming more and more comfortable with her body. She posed with confidence, letting the camera capture her curves and her beauty. And when Sienna handed her a skimpy lingerie set to wear, she didn’t hesitate to slip it on, feeling the fabric brush against her skin and the cool breeze on her bare breasts.
As she posed for the camera, she couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of Sienna seeing her naked, of seeing her body in all its glory. She had never felt so sexy, so desired, before.
And as the photoshoot came to a close, and Sienna helped her change back into her clothes, Gayatri couldn’t help but feel a little sad. She had never felt so alive, so free, before. She knew that she would never be able to go back to being the shy, self-conscious girl she had been before.
“You did great,” Sienna said, giving her a warm smile. “You have a real talent for this.”
Gayatri couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at Sienna’s words. She had never really thought of herself as talented before, but Sienna’s words made her feel like she could take on the world.
As she packed up her equipment, Gayatri couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that the photoshoot was over. She had never felt so alive, so free, before. She knew that she would never be able to go back to being the shy, self-conscious girl she had been before.
But as she walked back to her car, she couldn’t help but feel a little excited about the future. She knew that she had found her calling, and she couldn’t wait to see where it would take her.
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Bharani Elangovan’s heart pounded like a jackhammer as she pushed open the heavy wooden door leading into the dimly lit studio. As a successful serial heroine, she was used to being the center of attention, but something about this casting call made her uneasy.
The casting director, a middle-aged man with a greasy comb-over, eyed her up and down like a piece of meat. Bharani felt her cheeks flush as she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands.
“Ah, Bharani, so glad you could make it,” he said, extending a sweaty hand. “I’m sure you’ll do great in this role. It’s a bit…risqué, but I think you’re up for the challenge.”
Bharani forced a smile, silently praying that she wouldn’t have to do anything too outrageous. She had always been careful to maintain a certain level of professionalism in her career, and the thought of doing a nude scene made her stomach turn.
“Great, let’s get started,” the casting director said, clapping his hands together. “First things first, let’s get you out of that dress.”
Bharani’s eyes widened in shock. “Excuse me?”
“We need to see your body for the role,” the casting director explained, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Don’t worry, we’ll have a photographer here to capture everything.”
Bharani felt her heart sink as she realized she had no choice. She slowly began to unzip her dress, feeling the weight of the casting director’s gaze on her back.
As she stepped out of the dress and stood there in her bra and panties, she couldn’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable. She had never felt so small and powerless in her entire life.
The photographer, a young woman with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, stepped forward and began to set up her camera. Bharani watched as she attached a long lens and adjusted the settings, feeling her anxiety grow with every click of the shutter.
“Okay, let’s start with some close-ups of your breasts,” the casting director said, gesturing to the photographer.
Bharani felt her face burn with embarrassment as the photographer moved in closer, her lens just inches away from Bharani’s chest. She felt the woman’s hot breath on her skin as she adjusted the focus, and she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement.
The photographer’s fingers brushed against Bharani’s nipples as she adjusted the straps of her bra, and Bharani felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on by this humiliating situation, but she couldn’t deny the wetness growing between her legs.
“Okay, now let’s see those nipples,” the casting director said, his voice low and gravelly.
Bharani hesitated for a moment, then reached up and slowly pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her hard nipples to the cool air. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the photographer captured every moment, every detail.
The casting director stepped closer, his eyes fixated on Bharani’s breasts. She could see the outline of his dick through his pants, and she knew he was getting off on this too.
“Now let’s see that pussy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bharani’s heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was asking. She had never been this exposed before, never been this vulnerable.
But something about the situation, the taboo nature of it all, made her want to push herself further. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly began to pull them down, revealing her shaved pussy to the photographer’s lens.
She felt a rush of adrenaline as the casting director stepped even closer, his hand reaching out to touch her. But before he could make contact, Bharani grabbed his wrist and pushed him away.
“I think that’s enough for today,” she said, her voice firm and confident.
The casting director’s face fell, and Bharani could see the disappointment in his eyes. But she didn’t care. She had taken control of the situation, had proven that she was more than just a pretty face.
As she dressed and gathered her things, Bharani couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She had pushed herself beyond her comfort zone, had experienced something new and exciting.
And as she walked out of the studio, her head held high, she knew that she would never forget this casting call. It was a moment that would stay with her forever, a reminder of her strength and resilience.
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Preethi Sharma was never shy about her body. As an actress on the popular Malar TV series, she was no stranger to nudity and sex scenes. However, the director of the show, Ravi Patel, had always been respectful and never pushed her too far.
That changed when a new director took over. A man known for his provocative and boundary-pushing work, he had a reputation for getting the best performances out of his actors by any means necessary.
“Preethi, I need you to slip off your saree for this next scene,” he told her during a photo shoot. “I want to see that beautiful blouse cleavage of yours.”
Preethi hesitated. She had never been asked to do something like this before. But the director was insistent, and she didn’t want to disappoint him.
She slowly began to slip off her saree, revealing her blouse and the ample cleavage that the director had requested. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her feel both uncomfortable and excited at the same time.
“Now, Preethi, I need you to tear your blouse,” the director said, his voice low and husky.
Preethi’s heart skipped a beat. She had never done anything like this before. But the director was insistent, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and tore her blouse open, revealing her lacy bra and the curves of her breasts.
The director’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “That’s more like it, Preethi. Now, I need you to remove your bra.”
Preethi’s heart was racing now. She had never been asked to do something like this before. But the director was insistent, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground.
The director’s eyes were glued to her breasts now, and Preethi could feel her nipples hardening under his gaze. She felt a sudden surge of arousal, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the director had in mind for her next.
“Now, Preethi, I need you to spread your legs,” the director said, his voice low and husky.
Preethi hesitated for a moment, then did as she was told. She could feel the cool air on her bare skin, and she knew that the director could see everything. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she also felt a strange sense of power.
“Now, Preethi, I need you to touch yourself,” the director said, his voice even lower now.
Preethi’s heart was racing, but she did as she was told. She reached down and began to touch herself, feeling the wetness between her legs. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, lost in the moment.
The director watched her, his eyes dark with desire. He could see the wetness on her fingers, and he knew that she was ready for him. He stepped closer to her, his dick hard in his pants.
“Now, Preethi, I need you to take off my pants,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Preethi’s heart was pounding now, but she did as she was told. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His dick sprang free, hard and ready for her.
The director stepped closer to her, his dick pressing against her wetness. Preethi let out a soft moan as he entered her, filling her up. He began to thrust, hard and fast, and Preethi could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, she felt herself falling over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. The director continued to thrust, harder and faster now, until he too reached his climax, filling her up with his warmth.
They stood there for a moment, panting and sweating, their bodies still entwined. The director looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his face.
“That’s a wrap, Preethi,” he said, pulling out of her.
Preethi looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face. “I think we can do even better next time,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
The director’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “I can’t wait,” he said, his voice filled with desire.
And with that, the photo shoot was over, but the real fun was just beginning.
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Anjali Varadharajan, the old actress, had worked with the TV serial director before, and they had a mutual attraction. But she had never given in to his advances.
Anjali Varadharajan, the old actress, had worked with the TV serial director before, and they had a mutual attraction. But she had never given in to his advances.
Until now.
Anjali found herself in the director’s hotel room, dressed in a traditional saree, feeling both nervous and excited. The director, a man in his late 30s, had always been a professional, but there was an undeniable chemistry between them.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the director moved towards Anjali, his eyes filled with desire. He reached out and gently touched her saree, running his fingers over the fabric. Anjali felt a shiver run down her spine as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“You look beautiful,” the director said, his voice low and husky.
Anjali smiled, feeling her cheeks flush. She had always been self-conscious about her age, but the director made her feel desired and attractive.
Without warning, the director reached out and grabbed the end of Anjali’s saree, pulling it off in one swift motion. Anjali gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there in nothing but her blouse and petticoat.
The director’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour. He reached out and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. Anjali felt a surge of pleasure as he tweaked her nipples, her body responding to his touch.
“Take off your blouse and bra,” the director commanded, his voice firm.
Anjali hesitated for a moment, but the desire in the director’s eyes made her comply. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lacy bra.
The director’s eyes widened as he saw her breasts, his face filled with disappointment.
“What’s wrong?” Anjali asked, feeling self-conscious.
“Your boobs are sagging,” the director said, his voice filled with disgust. “I thought you were a real actress, but you’re just a fake.”
Anjali felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had always been self-conscious about her body, and the director’s words cut deep.
But then something inside her snapped. She was tired of being ashamed of her body, tired of being objectified and judged.
“Fuck you,” Anjali said, her voice filled with anger. “I may not have perfect tits, but I’m still a damn good actress.”
The director’s face fell, and Anjali could see the regret in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with remorse. “I didn’t mean it.”
But Anjali was already stripping off her bra, revealing her loose, hanging breasts.
“I don’t care,” she said, her voice filled with defiance. “I’m proud of my body, and I’m not going to let you shame me for it.”
The director watched in awe as Anjali stood there, her breasts on full display. He reached out and touched them, feeling the weight and softness of them in his hands.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “You are a damn good actress, and your body is beautiful.”
Anjali smiled, feeling a sense of liberation wash over her. She had stood up for herself, and she had won.
“Now, let’s make a real movie,” the director said, his eyes filled with desire.
Anjali nodded, feeling her body respond to the director’s touch. She was ready to give herself to him, to let him explore every inch of her body.
The director led Anjali to the bed, his hands roaming over her body as they went. He pushed her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.
Anjali felt a surge of pleasure as the director’s lips met hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as they kissed.
The director’s hands were all over her body, touching and caressing every curve and contour. Anjali felt herself growing wetter and wetter as he explored her, her body responding to his touch.
The director’s fingers found their way to her pussy, and he began to stroke her clit. Anjali moaned, her body writhing in pleasure as the director brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Just as she was about to cum, the director pulled his fingers away, leaving Anjali wanting more.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice filled with desire. “I want to make this last.”
Anjali nodded, her body trembling with pleasure. She was ready for whatever the director had in store for her.
The director spread Anjali’s legs wide, exposing her pussy to his gaze. He leaned down and began to lick and suck her clit, his tongue driving her wild with pleasure.
Anjali moaned, her body writhing in pleasure