Episode : 25
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Asraf had driven over six hours to get to the Paradise Hotel where the Annual Bengali Film-Festival 2020 was going on and before that a five days convention was arranged for discussing the future of Bengali films in this current pandemic situation. Sreelekha Mitra, the well-known actress and anchor of a famous TV-show was invited as the chief guest of this convention.
Twenty lucky person were selected from general public through lottery who could attend this convention and Asraf, a very simple guy who was seeking a job for a long time was among them. He’d been a blind fan of Sreelekha since he first saw her in the film “Bhtuer Bhabisshyat” in which she played as a prostitute.
He, all of his teenage life, had been cherished her deeply and never missed her film or TV show. However among all the films of this famous actress he’d seen, he couldn’t forget her seeing in “Debi-Maa.” where she acted as a mother of Porimoni.
He’d fallen in love as soon as he’d seen her in a thin sree-through synthetic black saree with a matching sleeveless blouse in that film. The 18-months hiatus had been one of the longest
periods in his life. And now, finally, he was going to see her in teal!
Asraf stood patiently in the autograph line far over for fifteen minutes.Finally, he made his way up to the front. There she was! Still a beautiful woman after all these years! The saree she was wearing so thin and with a low cut blouse that all the person in the hotel lobby could see most of her perfect boobs through it.
He’d bought a color picture of her to sign, and once it was his turn he handed it to her to sign.
She smiled at him, and said, “Hi. What’s your name?”
Asraf told her, and she began writing on the picture. “Enjoying the convention, so far?”
“Yeah. Well, I really just came to see you.” He said as she looked up a moment at this.
“Just to see me!” Sreelekha looked surprised.
“Yes, I mean I’ve been a big fan of your for years.” He said looking at her and praised her, “You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh, thanks Asraf.” She looked back down, still signing on her own photograph.
“You probably hear that all the time, though many of your blind-fans, being an actress.”
She laughed. “Sure, but sometimes it’s just a come-on, you know.”
“Well, you should listen to them, cause you’re just as hot now as when you started acting in Bhtuer Bhabisshyat.”
Sreelekha finished signing, and lifted the picture up to her lips, planting a
kiss on the surface. She handed it back to him, and said, “Thanks,
Asraf.”
Speechlessly, he took the picture and stepped out of line. Once he got to the side, he looked at the photo. Beneath her red kiss, she wrote in silver pen: “Asraf…. if you don’t mind, please come to Room No. 413, tonight at ten…. Sree.”
His heart was racing throughout the rest of the day. What did she mean? What did she want? Every fanboy thought went through his mind as he tried to figure it out. His stomach tumbled and burned. The rest of the day dragged on, and he wandered through the convention in a daze.
Finally, around 9:30, he showered and changed himself. What could he
expect? And how could he approach her without jumping to conclusions? He took the elevator to the fourth floor. His heart was in his throat…. with every step as he took……409, 410, 411, 412 and finally….413.
He swallowed dryly, and lifted a hand to knock on the door as Sreelekha’s voice came from behind.
“Asraf?”
Asraf gasped. “Yes.”
“Come in.”
He turned the knob and entered. He looked over the room. He noticed a spacious AC room with few highly sophisticated furniture and a large bed in the middle of the room. That’s when her voice came from a closed door.
“I’ll be just a moment. Grab a seat and get yourself something to drink.”
“OK.”
He went to the small cooler near the bed and opened it, pulling out a
bottle of water. He sat in a chair and opened the bottle….. taking a drink. His throat was so dry. Just then, he heard the door open, and Sreelekha Mitra, the topmost bombshell of Tollywood came out from the adjoining fresh room. He nearly spit out the water.
Sreelekha was wearing just a small pair of black panties that Asraf could easily see….. and they were crotchless. She also had a matching black bra on. Her creamy boobs strained against the material. Her shampooed black hair was perfect, hanging down her shoulders. She wore just a hint of makeup and lipstick.
She hushed him before he could speak. “Asraf, let me explain something. An actress in today’s life is most of the time is very lonely in her life when she is away from home. And it’s even worse at this convention, when you’re in a hotel for a few hours, then returned back. Every now and again, I find someone….. a fan…. I mean a true blind-fan whom I like to meet,” She smiled, giggling, “And I show my gratitude to them for all those years of appreciation. But there’s one rule. You have to agree Asraf. Just say ‘Yes’, and I can make your fantasy come true.”
Asraf blurted out, “What?” His cock was hard in his pants. “Whatever it is, the answer is…… ‘Yyyeeeesssss’!” He couldn’t believe his luck and started stammering.
Sreelekha laughed, and tossed her hair to the side. She walked over and lay down on the bed. Her massive boobs stood firm on her chest, and her beautiful milky legs were slightly spread…. giving the 20 yrs old young guy a wonderful view of her heavenly pussy.
“You have to agree, Asraf, not to say a word about this to anyone. This is our secret. You know my status and family….. I sure can expect my sophisticated image to be intact from my blind-fan like you. Actually I mostly favor my young fans and you’re what I need. So come on…. I’m here to make your dream come true.”
“Yes! Oh Allah, I can’t believe this is happening!”
Sreelekha giggled again. “Then, what are you waiting for, Asraf? Get naked, and get over here.”
He put the water shakily by the TV and rose. With nervous hands, he took off his shoes and socks as fast as he could. Then his shirt. He pulled off his belt, and pants….. his cock was poking against his underwear. Taking them, he pulled off his shorts, and his dick sprang out, completely hard.
Sreelekha rose an eyebrow. “My, my, Asrafboy…… you are a BIG fan, aren’t you?”
Asraf felt a warmth flow over him at the compliment. He crawled into bed next to the mature Bengalee celeb. His heart was beating. Sreelekha could tell that he was nervous and laid a hand on his chest.
“Don’t be tensed, Asraf. I’m just a woman.” She leaned in and kissed him on his dried lips.
Asraf’s fears melted away as the hot actress’s tongue snaked into his mouth. His tongue instantly met hers….. soft and wet. Reaching out, he laid a hand on one of her famous boobs. It was so soft and warm through the bra material, and he gently
squeezed it.
Sreelekha moaned through his mouth, her breathing was increasing rapidly. He could feel her nipple stiffen through the bra….. gradually he was turning her on! God, he was actually turning the hottest telequeen Sreelekha Mitra on! She pulled her lips away and began kissing at his neck.
She breathed, “Oh, Asraf, I love how you touch me.”
Asraf was too much eager to see those beautiful breasts for himself. He took hold of one of the bra cups and pulled it down. Sreelekha’s firm globe bounced out, free from it’s tight grip. Her aureole was dark brown, and at least an inch-and-a-half big in perimeter! But her nipple was too small related to her large areola, and it was hard as a eraser. He stared at it for a moment, in awe.
She purred, “Suck me, Asraf.”
Quickly his head went down as he put his mouth around the huze soft tit. The flesh was warm against his lips and he pressed his tongue against her nipple.Sreelekha gasped as Asraf began his sucking.
“Ohhhohoohoho……”.
Her quivering hands trailed down his hairy chest to his super hard cock and large hanging balls. Her slender fingers cupped them….. cradling them
Meanwhile Asraf was sucking more boldly. He’d pulled her second bra cup down, so that her both jugs were free from her small lacy bra. As he sucked one nipple, he squeezed and played with the other boob and pinching that nipple.
Few seconds later, he pulled away from the busty actress and kissed her again…… moaning into her mouth. “I want you so bad Lekhadevi….. Ebar Ami apnake chudte chai”
“Shhhhh. I know. Lie back.” Sreelekha whispered.
Asraf rolled onto his back quickly and Sreelekha moved. She laid on him. Her magnificent melons were mashed again his chest. She began trailing kisses on his chest….. sliding down his belly.
Asraf shivered as the feeling of her hard nipples and long hair tickled his skin. She stopped down at his cock, and looked up. “Asraf, did you ever imagine your favorite heroine Sreelekha sucking off some guy? And above all…… Sucking YOU off?” With a naughty smile, she asked as her tongue snaked out and licked the side of his throbbing cock.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Oh yes, Lekhadevi…… all the times!.”
“Really?” She held his cock. It was more than eight inches across, but it was very thick and hard. She brushed her hair over, so that it covered her face and his cock. Suddenly, he felt Sreelekha taking his cock in her mouth, and he moaned out.
“Oh Allah!” The young muslim guy moaned.
He then reached down to move her hair, wanting to see her beautiful sucking face. But her hands left his cock as she sucked him freely.
She then took his hands….. keeping them away. All he could see was Sreelekha’s head bobbing up and down on his crotch, and the feeling of her tongue….. sucking him deeper into
her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she sucked him so good.
“Ohhhhh……. oh yes Lekhadevi.. oohhhhh, please……”
Asraf continued his moaning as her hands released him. He reached down and moved the hair away. There she was….. her innocent smiling face was on his cock….. her red lips spread wide….. sealed around his cock….. sucking it hungrily. She then opened her eyes, and looked up at him.
Asraf groaned out. Her mouth was so hot and wet as the gentle slurping sounds were coming out from her sealed lips. Allah, he felt like he could cum right then!
Sreelekha must’ve sensed that, because she pulled off her mouth from his cock, now glistening with her saliva. She crawled up near him and reached into her nightstand. She pulled a condom from the drawer and handed it to him.
“Put it on, Asraf….. and take me any way you want!” She kissed his shoulder, biting slightly.
With trembling fingers, Asraf peeled open the condom and rolled it onto his hard meat. Then with a smile, he said, “Bend over, Lekhadevi. I want you from behind.”
Sreelekha seemed to melt, and purred as she climbed onto her hands and knees, her huze smooth ass facing him. He got on his knees behind her, and ran his hands over her china-white ass. It was warm, and firm, and he couldn’t help raising a hand and smacking it gentle.
“Ooooohhhhhhh!” Sreelekha moaned out, and arched her back at him.
He could see her pink pussy-lips through her black pubic curls, and reached under her to feel it. It throbbed against his hand….. they were moist. He wanted to taste it, run his tongue along it….. but even more, he wanted to fuck it.
Sreelekha felt him sidling up behind her. “Oh Asraf,” She moaned….. tossing her silky hair back and looked back at him. “I want to feel it in me, please fuck me.”
Asraf moved in, cock in hand, and pressed it against Sreelekha’s swollen cuntlips.With a groan, he pushed it into her sopping cunt. Her response was instant….. as her head went back, eyes closed, and she gasped out a throaty moan. Asraf smiled widely, and started pumping his cock into her highly aristocratic pussy.
“Ohhhhh Lekhadevi, Ohhhhh…… yessssss” Asraf groaned as her pussy gripped his invading cock tightly.
He could hear faint wetting sounds created from his frenzied fucking. His hands were on her flared hips…. holding her securely. Suddenly he lifted a hand and began spanking her ass lightly.
“Ahhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh, yes Asraf!” Sreelekha wailed and started gurgling in a low animalistic tone as she breathed faster.
“Ohhhhhh, fuck me harder!” She hissed as her fingers clenched around the bed sheets. She felt herself getting stretched inside. Her large breasts shook with each thrust of her muslim fan.
Asraf released her ass and reached under her chest, grabbing her swaying tits….. squeezing them roughly. It was like warmth melted in his hands.
He began playing with them……lifting, squeezing, mashing and finally taking hold of her rock-hard nipples. He began pulling and pinching them….. stretching them, which made the mature Tolly Queen scream out even more.
“Oh! Oh, Asraf, my dear boy.. ohhhhh,” Sreelekha’s continues groans intensified his thrusting.
As a result, his sperm-filled large swinging balls were slapping against her upturned mound faster and faster. All nervousness and trepidation were gone in his mind now.
And she wasn’t now Sreelekha Mitra, the famous soft-spoken silver-screen star and renowned model of Bengal. She was a new form of Sreelekha Mitra…… a horny bitch, with the hands of her young blind-fan on her hanging melons and a circumcised muslim cock in her tight cunt.
Sreelekha’s pussy hummed each time his cock entered her. Her face was red, and sweat…. shone from her skin. God, she’d needed a good fucking like this for a long time.
Some fans, when given the chance, disappointed her…… while they were overwhelmed by the idea of fucking their hot actress “Sreelekha.” They came quickly, and were too nervous to truly satisfy her. But Asraf….. he was different. He was going to make her cum, and very soon.
“Ah! shit, you fucking bitch, Sreelekha,” Asraf hissed, “I….. uh….. I’m think I’m gonna cum.”
“Ohhhhhhhh…… yesssssssss…. do it” Sreelekha turned back to look at him, eyes blazing. “That…… ahhhhh that’ll be enough to make me cum, tooooooooohhhhhhh…… ”
Asraf’s thrusts went faster and faster. His hands letting go of her tits and back to her hips. Gripping it tightly, he let out an animalistic groan and jerked into her completely.
Sreelekha could feel her Fan’s cock tensing inside her……. filling the condom with his hot cum. He pounded slowly into her, each move slower than the last. But it was enough….. enough to push her over the edge. She felt her pussy explode. Endless shivers ran over her skin.
“Oh……. ohhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!! Ohhhhhhh…… Goddd……. yesssssss!!” She screamed out suddenly……. clenching her pussy-muscles around his bursting cock. Her eyes were shut hard, teeth gritting as the incredible orgasm rocked her whole body.
“Ohhhhhh!! Ohhhhh….. yesssssss Asraf, my darling!!!”
The mattress shook as both Sreelekha and Asraf’s orgasms faded slowly. At one point, Asraf pulled out of her, his cock going limp. He looked down…… the latex sheath around his cock was filled with a large amount of white cum…. and it was biggest. He rolled onto his back as Sreelekha sank down onto her stomach….. panting.
Asraf looked over at her and smiled. “That was” He laughed. “Wow…. it is unbelievable. You’ve fulfilled my long cherished dream and I’m grateful to you forever”
Sreelekha blinked and smiled back, laying a hand on his sweaty chest. Her big tits were mashed onto the sheet, spread out on her sides. “Now Asraf, you know why I like this type of closeness with my fans so much”
To be continued…..
