Episode : 4
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The gorgeous diva of Tollygunge Film-Industry and mother of two, Mrs. Gargi Roychowdhury drove her daughter Pallabi to her college for a function next afternoon on her way to Paradise Hotel. Occasionally, they would walk the few blocks to her college, but she thought that walking there and to reach in the hotel, might be delayed. On the other hand, with her three inch high-heels, sheer pink coloured T-shirt, covered by a housecoat and short skirt didn’t appeal to her in the least.
The pretty, fair complexion and dark haired forty-five yrs old hot Tolly celeb left her car in the drop-off area beside the college compound and escorted her daughter into the college building. As usual, there were a jumble of young college students, few mothers and fathers, nannies and college staff scurrying around as she saw a large no. of students were gossiping among themselves.
Being a well known starlet in show business of Tollywood, she wasn’t at all surprised by the big smiles and surreptitious glances at her perky boobs and jiggling ass she received from from the young students. Even their aged parents and professors were scrutinising her lascivious body hungrily as she strode across the college grounds as unsexily as she possibly could in those high-heels.
“Thank God!…. they don’t know where I’ve to go now and why!” she thought with a blush.
What they didn’t know was that she was going to start her career as a callgirl from today whom they might fantasise in different sexy outfits. And that for a one lakh rupees, any one of them could be fucking her. She leaned over to kiss her daughter good-bye, careful to keep the back of her flared skirt in a respectable position.
“Where are you going today, Mamoni?” Pallabi asked. “You smell really nice!”
“You may hear the name of our great welfare society. Very recently I’ve joined and they called last night,” Gargi replied her daughter truthfully. “They’ve arranged a job for me downtown today which provide some training particulars for the aspiring Tolly heroines.”
Pallabi heard that society’s name and knew that only the matured Bengalee film-heroines could join in that society who involved in various social activities. She felt proud for her great mother who associated herself in such noble activities. She thought that her mother worked in that welfare society as a office staff…….not an escort that catered to men with expensive, and often unusual, tastes in women.
“So Mamoni, you’re going to work in that Welfare Society from today,” Pallabi continued.
“Yes, I am, sweetie!” Gargi lied to her young daughter which she did also with her husband.
But telling a lie to her daughter as well as her beloved husband last night, she felt a terrible uneasiness in herself now, a knot was formed instantly in her throat. Because she knew that actually she had a rendezvous scheduled with a young Arabian guy named Jamal Khan in the evening at ‘Paradise’, a posh five-star hotel of Kolkata. She thought that it probably wasn’t his real name. The hotel was very expensive and well furnished in all criteria, and they were meeting at the hotel that would almost certainly demand a credit card.
Back in her car, she discarded her conservative jacket concealing the very sexy white T-shirt that crossed over her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts. Her husband Goutam always said, ‘Darling, you really don’t know how big and taut your boobs are, until you see them naked’. What her husband didn’t really know was just how many producers, directors or actors were aware how big her boobs were.
She drove leisurely downtown, knowing that she would be there well ahead of her appointment. There was a food court under the Hotel building that was connected to the hotel. She had sufficient time in hand so she could meet with other actresses of the Society. She could chat with them and gather her experiences from them about the ‘whoreship’ while getting the evening snacks. There she could sat down at a table to enjoy hers, before she had to take off her clothes and offer herself to jamal whoever he turned out to be.
The Society did have a very few actresses who only worked very confidentially in the daytime so as to keep their identity in secret. But they did have a surprising number of clients who wanted to indulge their peccadilloes during business hours.
Like Swastika, Gargi also decided to work in the evening shift as a “specialty” escort. She had very few limits. Through her friend, she realized that she could make a lot more money by doing things the other actresses hadn’t the courage. Even she decided to swallow whatever pride she had left, and informed Sujit that she’d do just about anything that didn’t leave visible marks on her body.
Actually the President of the Society, Mrs. Roy had made it clear to Sujit that she wanted a curvaceous actress immediately who was broadminded in sex, that’s why Gargi was selected. Within the short span, Gargi also realized that she wasn’t the only actress in the society who would willing to take a customer even in her ass…..but it was something a special item that not all the escorts would like to do.
Gargi had debts…..unpleasant debts. Her husband, for all his knowledge of finance and money management, had placed a few very large, very stupid bets….using money borrowed from somebody, his bookie recommended. They were well behind on their mortgage payments to bank.
She was determined not to lose their house. She was already humiliated by the whole situation. So at one point, she had to pick up the phone to call her friend Swastika for the escort job. She thought it as the most “Exclusive and Respectable Job” along with her actual show business job.
But it was also an extremely embarrassing and humiliating job if it was disclosed a little bit. Her husband, the idiot, always dreamed to buy the story that she could make crores of rupees from her show business job. Lately, she had been careful to keep him out of her personal finances, which didn’t surprise him at all…..based on his recent track record. The sooner she could pay off the debt, the sooner she could stop working as a prostitute.
At last when she reached at the Hotel, neither she could notice her friend Swastika nor her first ever customer Jamal in the large ballroom of the five-star hotel. As her searching eyes to find out either of them, a beautiful woman about her age came forward and introduced herself. However before her introduction, Gargi could recognise the familiar face, whom she noticed either in film magazines or in TV.
“Congrats Gargidi, I’m Konkona Sen Sharma, a member of ‘The Great Tolly Queen Welfare Society’. Swastika just informed me that she wouldn’t be able to come here for an urgent film-shootimg to be held in Tollygunge studio. Actually she herself tried to inform you few times but couldn’t contact,” She smiled generously.
“Thanks Konkona,…. I know you very well. You’re the younger daughter of the great and renowned actress-director Aparna Sen. I’ve watched all the films of your mother…and speaking to the truth, she is my ideal actress. Actually your mother’s is a great asset of Bengali Film and also my motivator in film-acting,” Swastika showed her fascination for Konkona’s mother.
“I also have watched your few films….really they’re fantastic,” Konkona also praised Gargi as they took a seat on the farthest corner of the ballroom and started discussing about their own family and the gloomy future of the Tollywood Film-industry. However at last the topic turned inevitably to their involvement in the oldest profession.
“You know I’ve divorced my husband very recently noticing his affair with Dolondi….. I mean Dolon Roy, wife of deceased actor Dipankar De. I think she is the greatest slut in Tollywood…..and very recently she is searching a teenage servant for her household job. But I heard from her closest friend Indranidi ( Indrani Dutta ), that the real cause was to quench her insatiable hunger by this type of teen stud,” Konkona blurted out to lash the widow actress.
“But I can’t believe. …she looked so polite and sober in her orthodox types of cloths and sophisticated behaviour…..,” Gargi replied with a puzzled look.
“Yes….that’s just to eyewash for the general public. Even the latest rumor is spreading that she is planning to form a society like our society for the ‘Nymphomaniac Bengalee Actresses’ who would be able to quench their long-cherished kinky and perverted desires by this type of lower-claas studs in absence of their husbands. But the most shocking news is that the President of our society Mrs. Roy, is the actual mastermind behind this raunchy idea,” Revealing the filthy characters of the two established Tolly heroines, Konkona stunned her colleague.
“I. ..I……can’t…..oh God! What is happening in Tollywood Film-industry!,” Gargi just mumbled as she tried to digest the unbelievable fact. Then with a query gesture, she added, “But who is this anonymous Mrs. Roy? I heard about her great contribution and dedication in forming our welfare society from Swastika….but I’m really grateful to her for the secured protection which she has provided.”
“Although I’ve joined in this Society for more than one year, I don’t know her actual name….but I’ve heard that she is a famous ‘Acress-Politician’ of Bengal,” Konkona said.
“Is that! As her name is Mrs. Roy and she is a actress-potician, …..she must be either Debasree Roy or Satabdi Roy, I can guess.” Gargi said like a experience detective.
“I also have guessed that….OK….It’s none of our business. We’ve joined this society just for the wellbeing of our family and in addition with that we want to enjoy sex with our clients. Actually the show business activities are now acute which become worsen due to covid-19 pandemic situation. And I’ve to choice this noble profession to maintain my son’s education and the luxurious lifestyle I’ve accustomed with,” Konkona revealed her history about joining the Society.
“But do you like this profession from your heart? Don’t you feel humiliated by loosing your chastity which is our sole precious thing…..specially in the orthodox Bengali society? ” Swastika threw the most inevitable query to the talented actress.
“You’re quite aware about our relation with the rich producers and directors….which surely is a mandatory part of the show-business profession. And it’s the secret-truth to all the film-industries, whether it is in Bengali, Tamil or Hindi. So we’ve already lost our so-called chastity when we first came in the Film-industry,” Konkona disclosed her perception about the chastity of film-heroines.
“Same to me. I think, being the leading part of our show-business profession, we must have to entertain our fans and well-wishers to some extent. Only for their excessive craze and fascination for us, we become the celebrity figure in our society….and with this image, we earn huze amount of money with ease and also get the boundless honour. So we’ve also the liability to fulfill some of their desires, which they crave…and only through this way, we can do that,” Gargi said supporting her views of joining in The Tolly Queen Welfare Society.
“Absolutely correct…so, today is your first. Go ahead and have a nice time with your client. My client, a South-Indian businesses-man is about to come,” with a hearty smile Konkona wished Gargi to be successful in her debut callgirlship.
“OK….thanks you too,” wishing her Gargi proceeded to find out her customer Jamal Khan. Yes….guys like Jamal just sped the things up.
With a final glance at Konkona Sen Sharma, she picked up her purse and walked, much more sexily this time, into the lobby of the hotel. She picked up the phone from the reception table, and asked for Mr. Jamal’s room. The receptionist, a beautiful TV serial actress, connected her with Jamal’s room.
“Hello?”
“Hello, you Mr. Jamal Khan? My name is Gargi….I mean Gargi Roychowdhury. ‘The Great Tolly Queen Welfare Society’ has sent me over to visit you this evening,” she purred into the phone.
The attractive TV-serial actress of “Rani Rashmoni” Ditipriya Chakraborty was just two feet away from her, opposite to the reception table, glanced up quickly, then smiled mischievously. Ditipriya clearly have heard what she said. Gargi thought that the TV-serial actress recognised her surely and also realised her purpose with Jamal Khan….hearing the sexy murmur. Either way……Gargi blushed.
“Hi! I’m in room 555. Please come on up, Gargidevi.”
After a short elevator trip, Gargi found herself knocking on the door of room 555. She saw the peephole darken for a second, then the door opened. Jamal, as it happened to be, was in his early twenties, a tall guy, small curly hairs on top. He really was a handsome guy and looked even more younger than his actual twenty-one yrs old age. He wore a hotel bathrobe.
He invited her inside, and kissed her cheek. “You’re prettier and much more attractive than your pictures and films.You may know from Swastikadevi that I’m a blind fan of you. Although I’m not familiar with Bengali language, I’ve collected all your films and watched each more than three or four times, ” he said with a beaming smile.
“Yes…Swastika informed me about your fascination of the Bengalee film-actresses, specially for me and Sreelekha. But I hadn’t the idea that you love me…..I mean my films so much,” Gargi replied enthusiastically knowing Jamal’s fondness of her films. Although Gargi had so many fans in Bengal as well as outside Kolkata, she couldn’t believe an avid young Arabian Muslim fan of her in Saudi Arab.
“Actually I always fantasise you in the smallest outfits when I watched your films. You might know from Sujitbabu that I asked for something special from you, right?”
“I do,” Gargi became happy hearing her praises from an unknown Arabian guy who was more than twenty yrs junior than her. She added further, putting on a sexy smirk on her beautiful face, “Sounds like fun.”
She turned around so that her bubble ass faced him and swaying her large ass provocatively like a real whore, she asked, “You like?” as she looked into his eyes over her shoulder. Jamal gulped down watching the glamourous matured Bengalee actress’s jiggling ass-gloves as he took the opportunity to put his hand on her ass.
He caressed it gently, and murmured, “Oh, yes.” His other hand quickly slid up her side, and tentatively slid under her arm where the fingertips tickled the outside edge of her tit, through her bra. “The money’s over there,” he continued, nodding at a sealed bundle of two thousand rupees notes on the desk.
Gargi gave her son-like client a small peck on the cheek, and walked out off his hands and into the money. Safely stashing the fee in her purse, she turned towards him with a bright smile on her face.
Taking her cue from the fact that Jamal hadn’t dressed to meet her, she said. “I’ll bet you’d like to get out of that robe first, and then we can take our time getting me out of my clothes. Do you like my little ensemble?”
Gargi turned slowly, giving him a chance to drink in her beauty. The mid-thigh, flared hips, a ‘Swastik’ logo on her tight skirt, which contrasted nicely with the white, sheer, low-cut satin T-shirt, through which her black push-up bra was clearly visible. Undoubtedly it represented the Bengalee celeb as a high-class callgirl. The fabrics were very sheer, and just dark enough to be obvious. They were calculated to make any man want to slide his hands up under her skirt, whether he knew she was a prostitute or not.
“Oh, yeah, Gargidevi. You’re so fucking sexy! So ass-fucking sexy!” he grinned as he took her into his strong arms from behind.
So he wants to talk dirty, Gargi realized and she tried to match with her young client as she whispered in his ear, “You like fucking the matured Bengalee heroines up the asshole, do you?”
She undid the long robe and slipped it off his shoulders. His erection greeted her immediately. She’d seen few bigger cocks in her professional career to please her producers and directors. It was important to consider when she thought about where it was going. At least it wasn’t some monster penis that would make her anus hurt for days.
Jamal kissed her on the lips, making it obvious that he wanted to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She obliged, opening her mouth to let it in, as she thought it as a common part of the job. However she had to perform even worse than many of the kinkier acts with some older producers to obtain filmy-role in their films.
Jamal now turned around her and had one arm behind her back. He pulled her close with his left hand, while his other arm started to fondle her boobs firmly. Their tongues mingled… battled, as Gargi took his cock into her hand. It was straight and firm. She caressed it gently, slowly, careful not to cause an accident.
Jamal’s hand slid down his dream-queen Tolly actress’s back, across her firm ass, where it lingered for a moment, then down to her skirt. On its way back up, his hand slid under her skirt, rising until it found the edge of the cutaway section under her cheek. His cock surged in her hand. “Crotchless panties! Oh, yes! Fuck, they turn me on.” He groped her ass, then her thighs, then her ass again as his tongue slid back into her mouth.
“Let me take your T-shirt off,” Jamal hissed in rising excitement.
He found the single chain’s clip on the inside of the T-shirt, under the midsection of her chest, pulled it down, and removed the T-shirt out of her skirt. She helped him slide it off her shoulders, and stood before him in her red skirt with a matching red sexy bra.
“Pull up the skirt slowly….very slowly,” he commanded.
Gargi did what was asked to her, and when the skirt was just below her crotch…..when the cutaway edge was barely visible, she pirouetted seductively, exposing her ass cheeks for a split second. Immediately he moved towards her, caressed her shoulders for a moment, then reached down her back to unclasp her bra.
“It opens from the front,” Gargi giggled like a innocent child as she reached up to undo it.
Jamal slapped her hand away, firmly but gently, and undid it himself. He slid his hands under the open sides, and brushed the cups off her tits as he took each one in his hands. Then he sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.
“Beautiful……magnificent…..awesome…..fucking gorgeous tits,” he mumbled hypnotically.
Her pink nipples stood at attention after his ministrations. Then his attention became riveted onto her neck and noticed the Mangalsutra. “I know you’re married with two children and your son is just about my age. Maybe you’re feeling odd to have your first customer is as old as your son….am I right?” he asked incredulously in which Gargi nodded approvingly.
“OK….does your husband know you do this?”He queried suddenly noticing the Sindoor on her Sinthi in which she nodded uncomfortably. Damn! She’d looked so ravenous and filthy with the bright red Sindoor and Mangalsutra around her neck.
“Yes,” she lied quickly. Best not to give him any ideas of blackmail.
He searched her eyes and continued, “Your kids?”
She started to shake her head, but realized that her face had given her away, and looking at her shoes said quietly, “Yes.”
“So this is what…..a profession? Failed to establish as a renowned heroine and thereby not to earn sufficiently from films, you’ve to choose this easiest profession, right?”
Gargi was blushing furiously by now. “Something like that,” she muttered. “Although you’re my blind fan, I don’t want to talk about my kids and family, okay?” She had crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
“Sure, sure, I’m sorry,” Jamal said politely. “But you have to know, this is an even bigger turn-on for me!” He pulled her arms away from her luscious boobs.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Gargi asked shyly.
“Well, I mean, we the Arabs have a great fondness of Bengalee heroines. That’s why the ‘Arab Seths’ often invited some of the Tolly actresses in their parties, in which they earned a huze amount of hard cash at ease. In return these so called ‘Sati-Saddhi’ Tolly celebs entertained those Oil Barons by their salacious cabaret ( nude ) dances and various types of kinky activities. However as I’m going to stay in Bengal for few days, I want to enjoy as much as Tolly celebs as possible….. specially with those celebs who have husbands and kids….I mean a sweet and loving family.” he paused expressing his desires.
Gargi nodded with a blushing smile. She wondered about his fantasy of enjoying a Bengalee actress with a “Sweet Family”… oh! this guy really is perverted. “Okay, we won’t talk about it further if you don’t like because I don’t want to hurt my dream-queen heroine, but you did ask,” he added. And he finished quietly, as a statement of fact, with “however it should be known by your beloved husband as I think you may loose his faith if it is disclosed anyhow to him.”
His cock was now literally twitching as he contemplated the situation that he had fallen into. Gargi decided it was time to get down to work. The sooner she was out of here the better…. but she knew she’d better please this guy. She couldn’t afford bad reports back to the Society. And too much dependence on her getting a lot of money in a short time might create a problem.
Arguing with her logic, she knelt in front of Jamal and cupped his large hairy balls in one hand. With the other she stroked the shaft. She kissed the tip of his penis, then licked it a few times to lubricate it.
Gargi looked up at his face, and purred, “I’m going to suck your beautiful fucking cock. Make it good and hard for my tight little asshole.”
Her head bobbed up & down over the shaft, and she began the work of blowing him. She had become an expert at cocksucking within few months after she had entered into show business profession twenty yrs ago.
She knew how to keep him far enough from the edge. Although there was no danger of getting a mouthful of cum as she herself was excited enough but at the same time, she knew that he was getting a wonderful blowjob. Her lips, her tongue, her hands, all worked in concert.
Jamal moaned, then chuckled, “Ohhhhhhhmmmmmm….Gargidevi, I goona cum….” Without breaking the rhythm. Gargi looked up at him and scrunched up her forehead, with a questioning “Hnnh?” from her throat.
“Oh! Hmmm… I guess this would be a good time to tell you exactly what I want. You’ll suck me for a while…..this is fucking marvelous….then I’ll strip off your skirt and panties, and fuck your pussy. I want those beautiful lacy red panties on the whole time.” Jamal moaned as Gargi continued to fellate him slowly.
“Then you’ll get on your hands and knees on the bed, tits down and ass up, and I’ll stick it back in your pussy for a bit. I’ll be working on your asshole with my fingers, to open it up. When you’re ready, I’ll pull out my cock from your cunt and stick it up your asshole.” She grunted a “yes” from her pretty, busy mouth.
“Okay, then I’ll fuck your large ass until I’m getting close. When I tell you, you’ll whip around and suck me off, until I cum in your mouth. Okay?”
Gargi stopped sucking suddenly. She stared up at her young Arabian client, wide-eyed. “You want me to suck your cock after it’s been up my ass? You must be kidding!” .
Jamal took her head in his hands and stared back at her. “You must be naive, you sould go around the world. Now the fucking pattern turns to mouth, pussy, ass and mouth, okay? Look, your Society told me that you’ll do just about anything. That’s what I’m paying for you..”
They both then held the stare for a long while, in silence. Gargi thought about the huge money in her purse which Jamal had offered her. Finally, she said, “Yes, you can really cum in my mouth?”.
Jamal then spoke to her kindly, “All right, then. What do you say? We should get you out of the skirt now.”
Gargi rose to her feet in front of him, correctly assuming that he would want to continue undressing her himself. He found the clasp on the waistband of her skirt and undid it quickly. Soon it was at her feet. Jamal drank in the sight of the Bengalee diva in nothing but in her skimpy crotch-less panties, and sexy heels.
“Do you always wear this type of special panties?” he queried.
“Yes, they’re crotchless, and only when I’m… working, I mean entertain my lovers,” she replied. “Men like to see me in these things,” she continued, running her hands lightly across the small lacy panties. “Moreover it’s a lot easier to take off my panties. On the other hand, you can fuck me without removing it.”
“But I like to fuck a girl without a stich of cloth!” Jamal grinned as he kneeled down in front of her…pulled her panties down and removed it from her body.
Although her neatly trimmed pussy was shown through her crotchless panties earlier, after removing the panties, it was flashed with the room’s bright light. His hands slid back up her smooth legs, then darted between her shapely and milky thighs. He worked his middle finger into her pussy, then a couple more when she parted her legs for him.
“Fuck me,” she invited in her sexiest whisper. “Shove your cock up my pussy………you’re making me so fucking horny!”
Jamal took Gargi in his arms, then threw her gently onto the bed. He fell onto her, aiming his mouth for hers, and kissed her deeply once more. She worked an arm free, and slapped on his ass encouraging him restlessly.
“I want to take the leading role in our lovemaking,” she said with a sly grin.
Saying this, she rolled herself and took position over him, one knee on either side of his head. She faced his loins, and leaned over to give her mouth access to his penis. Jamal also wasted no time in getting his hands onto her fleshy legs, caressing the soft flesh of her thighs she presented to him. He slid his one hand up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples firmly.
He began to knead her breasts, her thighs and her bottom while she bobbed her pretty head up and down his cock. She focused on his groans, little noises, the rhythm of his gentle thrusting, and the pulsing of the veins in his hard penis. She could tell when to ease up on her sucking and prevent him from coming during her preliminary blowjob.
Meanwhile Jamal’s mouth had found Gargi’s naked pussy….or rather, she had lowered her naked pussy onto his eager mouth. He snaked his tongue up and down the long glistening slit, from the tasty little hard clit at its top, to the sloppy, hot, wet hole at the bottom. It was clear to the Arab guy that Gargi’s cunt was ready to be stuffed.
“I want to fuck you now,” Jamal mumbled into her pussy. “Lie down!”
Gargi pulled her mouth off his cock with a loud slurp. She swung her leg over his face and knelt on the bed while her client moved to give her room to lie down. She took her place with her head on the pillow, then drew her knees up to her chest and spread her legs wide open.
Her hot swollen cunt-lips pushed up…. glistened, open and available in front of him. It framed beautifully between her milk-white thighs and sexy leather black heels.
Jamal climbed eagerly on top of her. Reaching around under her right leg, she found his cock and guided it into her waiting quim. He lowered his weight onto her chest as his long circumcised cock slowly entered the hot slippery tunnel.
The twenty-one yrs old Arab guy began to pump into his forty-five yrs old dream-queen Bengalee film-heroine’s whore cunt slowly. He pressed his lips against hers, spearing his tongue into her mouth and thrashing it about wildly. She responded dutifully, but convincingly.
He found a rhythm that was not at all unpleasant for Gargi. If this sex session had been for her pleasure as well as his, she would have asked him to stay at it until she came….but this was his time. She was being well paid to do what he wanted, and she was under no illusions about that.
And so, inevitably, at one point, he stopped fucking her before her time, and ordered her onto her hands and knees. It was time to get down to the business.
The young Arab Millionaire then moved into position behind his mature Bengalee whore and slammed back into her cunt once again with one hard thrust. He pumped a bit harder this time. While his one hand was fondling her upturned milk-white ass-globes, the other slid up her back, around her side and clutched one of her swinging boobs.
He pinched her nipple hard, drawing a sharp gasp as she threw her head back. He did it again, then stretched his arm underneath her and did it to the nipple on the other big, beautiful tit……and again….and back to the first erect nipple. The beautiful Tolly Queen Gargi Roychowdhury now really started enjoying her debut profession as she tensed each time with his long hard thrusts. She decided to increase her session as she was still within the bounds of the services he had purchased.
The last time Jamal took a tight grip on Gargi’s nipple, he didn’t release it. She quickly swung her head around and look perplexedly at him. The discomfort was evident in her expression. Her eyes suddenly grew wide as she felt a spit-coated slippery finger very slowly started penetrating her asshole.
Jamal slid it in and out few times to loosen it’s tightness, while his rockhard cock was sliding in and out fiercely into her cunt. He released her breast and jammed his already stabbing finger as far up her asshole as he could. He began to make circles with his wrist, which stretched her anus a little at a time.
At the same time, he continued to fuck her pussy mercilessly. When his one finger slid back to the edge of her asshole easily, he then plunged two fingers in it. He pumped her pussy as well as her asshole some more with his cock and fingers respectively. Suddenly his three fingers jammed into her asshole. She cried out in pain mixed pleasure.
He finger-fucked her, trying to open her asshole wider. Few seconds later, he slurped out of her cunt, and at the same time withdrew his digits from her asshole too. He then pressed the flared head of his circumcised cock against her yielding rectum.
With four or five short thrusts, he was inside her fully. Then he stopped moving completely…….enjoying the immense warmness of the famous tolly heroine’s tight anal passage on his nine inches embedded meaty rod.
The matured Tolly Queen was gasping in filthy excitement, then whimpered. The sensation of the hot cock in her asshole overwhelmed her completely. It was a sharp, unrelenting pain that never lessened, no matter how many men she let in there before.
Jamal then wriggled around slightly, rather than thrust, inside her. And to Gargi, it felt as if she had to empty her bowels.
Jamal in the meantime explored her body lovingly with his hands, his tongue, wherever he could reach. Her tits, her legs, her ass, her back, her stomach, her pussy all got fondled by his hands. Her neck, her ears, her back, her arms got licked and kissed. He took his own sweet time to prolong the sweet memories with his dream-queen Tolly actress.
Gargi realized then he wanted her mouth, and obligingly turned her face towards him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and said, “Soon!” He began to rock his hips slowly, a shade farther each time, until he was fucking her asshole rapidly. In and out….in and out of her tight anus…. his prick slid, each thrust as disconcerting as the last. He fucked faster. His balls slapped against her protruding swollen cunt lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh….Oh Allah, you’re so great, you’ve fulfilled my long-cherished dream…., now! I’m cumming now!” he groaned. And after one hard, deep thrust, he pulled right of her asshole, and began jerking his slightly shit-coated yellowish cock.
Gargi swung around, grateful that the painful intrusion was over. She opened her mouth, before she could think too long about what she was about to do. Jamal eagerly jammed his cock between her waiting lips.
OMG! Shit. The musky scent of her shit instantly filled her nostrils which was emanating from Jamal’s shit-coated long dick. Without thinking further, she took the yellowish cock in her mouth….yes, now she could taste her own shit.
The Sophisticated Tolly celeb became sick inhaling and tasting her own acrid shit. But to please her first customer as well as not to hamper the Society’s great image, she clamped her lips onto it anyway, and proceeded to give him the best blowjob she was capable of.
She bobbed her head on his cock, pressing her lips against the dick as tightly as she could which just had left her asshole. She tried her best to make him cum as quickly as she could.
Jamal took the back of her head in both hands, and pulled it deeper down his shaft. He took over the rhythm of her motion, thrusting his hips into her face. When she thought she was just about to gag, his cum started filling her eager mouth. He cried out, and thrust again down her throat as she was gulping the shit-mixing cum hungrily. And again, until he was spent and fell back onto the bed.
Gargi was drained. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as she possibly could. But Jamal lazily reached up and cupped her breast with his hand, kneading it gently, slowly and lightly. She was now experienced enough to know that pulling away now would leave a bad impression. The last thing she would remember was that this was a business transaction after all.
After throughly gulping all the cum he lodged in her mouth, she fished her lipstick and adjusted her hairs and sat in front of the mirror. The trick now, she knew, was to keep doing sexy things while she prepared to leave. Like fixing her lipstick and pulling her brush through her raven hair while she was still topless.
Like asking him to toss her panties over to her. Like excusing herself use the facilities before she dressed ( leaving the door open, of course ), then coming back into the room before slipping into her panties. Or reaching languorously across his naked body to retrieve her bra and affording him one more feel of her tits, before sitting on the bed beside him to put it on.
All these slutty gestures which gave him the opportunity to caress her curvaceous body as her bare breasts disappeared from his view. She stood in front of him as she donned her silky T-shirt, legs slightly apart. He didn’t waste his last chance to feel the great Tolly actress’s crotchless panties. She couldn’t help but notice that his cock was beginning to stir again. She pulled on her skirt.
“Gargidevi,” Jamal began tentatively, “Is there any chance we could… I could talk you into giving me another… um, quick blowjob before you leave?”
He saw her hesitation……and noticing this, he offered her a generous price quickly. She nodded, too hastily, as she admonished herself. The trick is to make it seem to the client like the money’s not important.
She began to remove her skirt again, but Jamal said “No, no! Please don’t undress!”
She knelt on the bed between his legs and took his half-erect prick in her hands. Stroking it gently, she leaned over and lashed her tongue across his balls and onto the shaft. Then she took the shaft in her mouth and sucked it until it was hard, which didn’t take too long at all.
She could taste his cum. There was a ring of fresh lipstick at the top of his naked penis where her lips had first made contact. The ring of the red lipstick disappeared into her mouth, and reappeared seconds later over his cock. She sucked hard and fast.
Once again, Jamal’s hands began to roam over her marvellous body, but they stayed outside her clothes. Within a few minutes he had spurted again, groaned in delight. She quickly gulped the young Arab stud’s generous cream and at last cleaned the shaft thoroughly licking it.
Then she stood up, reapplied her lipstick, and bade him farewell. At the door, they pecked each other on the lips as he handed her the extra bills. “Thanks. You were great,” he told her. “I fulfilled a fantasy today. Not too many girls would do that, you know.”
Gargi knew. She felt herself reddening.
Her ‘Debut Prostitution’ job was completed at last. She went straight back to her car, painfully aware that she ran the risk of being late for retrieving her daughter from the college for dinner. Her bottom was still sore on the drive back. And she was pretty sure that she was not imagining the taste that still lingered in her mouth.
At college, Pallabi waited for her mother. She was only seconds behind the function, and the collegeyard bustled with parents and other students. Young Pallabi pursed her lips for a kiss when she saw her mother, but Gargi had to turn her own head to the side to make her daughter kiss her cheek.
A tear instantly appeared at the corner of Gargi’s eyes. She couldn’t kiss her own daughter because she had forgotten to wash her mouth which still had some residues of the shit-mixed-cum after taking the money. She didn’t want to let her daughter to guess that some stranger fucked her ass in lieu of money and then came to her with the sperm in her mouth!
Back at home, Gargi rushed to the bathroom, where she scrubbed her teeth and gargled with strong mouthwash. Then she went into her bedroom to get out of her sophisticated hooker costume. When she had removed her skirt and T-shirt, the door opened and Pallabi walked in, eying her mother in her sexy underwear.
I know Mamoni why you wear those funny crotchless panties!” Pallabi declared. Gargi’s stomach knotted in an instant shock guessing that her daughter might know her new profession.
“So you can urinate easier!” Pallabi finished with a naughty smile.
“That’s right, dear,” Gargi lied. “But please don’t mention it to others,” she added.
To be continued……
