A PORN STAR IS BORN

(Part 2)

By Sahebji

First I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 1:

I had not had a woman for several weeks and my balls were full. The load was 
quite a mouthful. Despite Amita swallowing hard, some cum leaked out from side 
of her mouth and ran down her chin. She kept swallowing till my balls had given 
her the last drop. 

"Thank you, Amita, you were wonderful," I said and kissed her. 

As we lay resting Kris accompanied by a lady entered the room. "What are you 
two unto? Not fucking, I hope," he said laughing, "this is Meera. She is our 
makeup expert." 

Meera was around twenty-five, very beautiful, slim and tall with nice big boobs. 
Seeing a new choot my cock came to attention. I got up and quickly wore my 
bathrobe. 

"OOOOO, his cock is so big. My choot is already leaking," she gasped, "Kris, this 
is what I call a real laurda. My choot would love to taste it." 

Now for part 2:

Kris laughed, "Why not? I am sure Saheb will not have any objection. You can 
check out his cock after you have made this girl look fourteen year old."

"No problem," she said looking at Amita, "now you both get out. Give me half an 
hour and I'll make her look like a thirteen year old kid."

When we were outside, I asked with a naughty smile, "You seem to be fucking 
Meera." 

"Oh yes, I fuck all of them," he laughed. 

"They don't mind," I asked. 

"Of course not, On the contrary they love it," Kris laughed.

 "Kris, what did the producer say?" I asked.

"Everything is okay. The producer was very excited. I have to show Amita to him 
in flesh and blood. In the meanwhile he has given me some money, which I'm 
supposed to give her as signing amount after he officially approves of her. He 
has even lent me his car to bring Amita over to his house," Kris replied happily. 

"You think he'll approve of her?" I asked. 

"Of course, it is only a formality," Kris said confidently.

"What do we do now?" I asked. 

"First let Meera finish with Amita. Then I'll take Amita with me and introduce her 
to the producer for his formal approval and then the cameras can roll," Kris said. 

"What do I do in the meanwhile?" I asked. 

"Meera ko chodna aur kya (Fuck Meera what else)," he laughed.  

Before I could say anything Meera called us inside the room. I was surprised. If I 
had not known Amita's age then I would have put her age at fourteen or even 
younger. Meera had achieved this by few deft touches of makeup, restyling 
Amita's hair into two tresses and shaving her choot. 

"WOW! Amita, you are looking so beautiful," I exclaimed, "Meera, you are really 
an expert." 

Amita blushed smiling happily. 

"Meera, well done," Kris said, "Amita, get dressed. I've to introduce you to 
Rustomji, my producer." 

"What shall I wear?" Amita asked. 

"Just a blouse and a skirt. You might have to show your tits and choot to the 
producer," Kris said. 

"I've only these rags with me," Amita said. 

"Don't worry I have a bagful of clothes in Kris's car. I'll get it. I'm sure we'll find 
something suitable for you to wear," Meera said leaving us to fetch it.

"What about my sister?" Amita asked, "She'll be waiting for me at one." 

"We'll pick her up on our way back," Kris said. 

Ten minutes later they were on their way leaving Meera and me alone. "Come 
here big boy, my choot is impatiently waiting to taste your big cock," Meera said 
starting to undress. 

When she was naked she lay down on the bed with her legs in the air and said, 
"Come on, big boy, fuck me." 

There was no hair on her choot. Her swollen clit was peeping through the lips of 
her lower mouth at me invitingly. I threw off my bathrobe and lay down next to 
her. We kissed passionately. Then I nibbled her ear and suckled her erect 
nipples. "Oh it feels so nice," she moaned. 

I kissed and licked her stomach on the way to her choot. On the way I rotated my 
tongue in her navel. "Oh Saheb," she moaned. 

Reaching her choot I separated her lower lips with my hands and licked in 
between them.  

"Oh Saheb, it feels sooooo good," she moaned, raising her hips and pressing her 
cunt against my lips. 

I licked and sucked her swollen clit. Suddenly I took her hard clit between my 
teeth and bit lightly on it. 

"OWW, IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD. DON'T STOP. GO ON Y…HES GO ON. I AM 
NEARLY THERE. OH OHHH I AMMM COOOMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG," she 
screamed and released a stream of warm cunt juice in my mouth. 

Without a pause I continued to eat her pussy. I asked her to keep her legs aloft 
so that I could get at her well-fucked choot. I moved lower and rimmed her cunt. 

"OH MY GOD, IT FEELS WONDERFUL," she screamed. Then I shoved my 
tongue inside her fuck tunnel. 

"AGGGHRRRRR," she yelped and with a loud sigh came again. 

As I licked her offering, she yelled, "I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE. SAHEB, 
DON'T DELAY. SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO MY CUNT." 

Ignoring her pleas I started to tongue fuck her. After few minutes she was on the 
boil again. 

"SAHEB, FASTER Y…HESSS TONGUE FUCK ME FASTER. OH OHHH I 
AMMM COOMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG," she screamed. 

I continued to tongue fuck her but she caught me by my hair and tried to pull me 
on her. 'Saheb, bahut ho gaya. Ab mujhe chodo (Saheb, it is enough. Now fuck 
me now),' she said gasping for breath. 

I got on top of her placing my cock at the entrance of her choot pushed hard.  

"OWWWA, it hurts," she yelped as the whole of my cock entered her to the hilt.

I started to move my cock in and out of her dripping choot. I fucked her with long 
slow strokes. I kept varying the length and speed constantly. Her moans of 
pleasure got louder and louder and her bottoms moved in rhythm of my strokes. 
Suddenly her back arched upwards. 

'OH GOD, I AM NEARLY THERE. Y…HESS FUCK ME HARDER. Y…HES 
FASTER. OH OHH I AM ABOUT TO CUM,' she moaned loudly. 

I continued to fuck her with steady strokes. 

'Y..HESS  Y..HESSS, SAHEB, I AMMM COMMMMIIIINNNNG' she screamed 
and lay panting. I slowed down to give her time to catch her breath.  

'OH SAHEB, GO ON MOVING DON'T STOP,' she panted bucking her bottoms 
from below. 

I recommenced the fuck motion. After a few strokes her bottoms started to move, 
keeping rhythm with my in and out strokes. I felt my sperm rising and my strokes 
became shorter and harder. 

'MY GOD SAHEB CONTINUE LIKE THIS. YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM AGAIN,' she 
panted. 

I continued like she wanted. 

'FASTER SAHEB FASTER AND HARDER. I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HESSS, 
Y...HESSS I AMM THERE OHHH SAAAHEEEEB,' she shouted and fell back on 
the bed gasping for breath. At this moment I also shot my load into her cum 
thirsty cunt.  

For few minutes we lay kissing savoring the intense sensation we had just 
experienced. As I was about to get off, she said, 'No, please not yet. Fuck me 
one more time.' 

"Later, my dear," I said, "Amita's sister should not find us in a compromising 
position." 

After we had dressed I said, "Meera, with your beauty I'd try for a role in the 
films." 

"Why do you think I came to Bombay for?" she said laughing cynically. 

"Did you try to get into films?" I asked. 

"Yes, I am from a small town. When I came to Bombay I was eighteen, with stars 
in my eyes and hope in my heart. After six months, with great difficulty, I 
managed to get an appointment with a producer. He was not from the top drawer 
but nevertheless a producer. He interviewed me."

"Everything went well. When I was about to leave his office, he said, "Meera, I 
am throwing a party at my house tonight. Many people will be there. Why don't 
you also come? I want to see their reaction when I introduce you as my next 
heroine." 

"What happened next?" I asked. 

"I was overjoyed but when I reached his house that night he was alone. I am 
early, I thought, perhaps the other guests will come later. The producer greeting 
me cordially, said, "Go into that room and change into the dress lying on the bed 
and nothing else. I want to see how you look in it." 

I went inside the room and the dress was a sheer negligee. "Sir, you want me to 
change into this…this transparent negligee," I said incredulously. 

"Haan, chudai ke liye yehi dress theek hai na? (Yes, it is the appropriate dress 
for fucking, isn't it so?" he said smiling. 

"Y…You s…said there was a p…party," I stuttered. 

"Oh that! It was a polite way to call you here," he laughed, "Kya kehta; aaj sham 
ko mere ghar aajana kyonki main tujhe chodena chahata hoon (What should I've 
said; come to my house tonight because I want to fuck you)." 

I was very angry.

"Main ek kutte se chudwaloongi lakin tere se nahin (I'd rather fuck a dog than 
you)," I said angrily and threw the negligee on his face. 

I heard him laughing as I stomped out. 

"Then," I asked. 

"The same scene was repeated with other producers. I was told that everybody 
went through the 'casting couch'. I had burned my bridges and couldn't return 
home. At last I lost my cherry on a casting couch," Meera said. 

"Did he give you a role?" I laughed squeezing her big tits. 

"Oh yes, that he did, but the film flopped on the box office," she said, "more 
casting couches followed, more roles and more flops. After five years my face 
and my choot both lost their freshness. I was no longer heroine material. I had to 
decide either to become an extra or look for a job. I chose the latter. I joined 
Fazal as his assistant. I had to fuck him to get the job. Then I met Kris. He fucks 
me also. Occasionally I do work for him and when he gets an opportunity he 
gives me a role in his films." 
 
Just then Kris and party arrived. Amita and Anita went to the bathroom. Meera 
was grinning like an ape. 

"Meera, from your grin I would say that your choot enjoyed the taste of Saheb's 
cock," Kris laughed. 

She laughed nodding vigorously. 

"I hope you don't mind," I said. 

'I told you to fuck her, didn't I?" Kris said, "Saheb, isse sirf choda hee ki isski 
gaand bhi maari (Saheb, did you fuck her in her ass hole also?)" 

"Abhi gaand baki hai (I have yet to fuck her in her asshole)," I replied. 

"You'll find many opportunities to do that later," Kris chuckled. 

"Oooo, my poor asshole," Meera said grinning and massaging her bum.  

Just then the sisters joined us. Anita was a replica of Amita only she looked even 
younger.

"Didi (elder sister), who are all these people?" Anita asked. 

"They are our new friends," Amita said introducing us to her. 

"Amita, lets go," Kris said.  

"Didi (elder sister), where are we going?" Anita asked.

"You remember what Jaya told us this morning?" Amita said. 

"Ussne kaha tha ki aaj GKB aapki choot phardega (She said that today GKB will 
deflower you)," Anita said. 

"We are going to a safe place where GKB won't find us," Amita said.

"Isska matlab hai ki GKB aaj aapko nahin chodega (This means that GKB will not 
deflower you)," Anita said. 

"You are right GKB will not fuck me today," Amita replied truthfully. 

"Thank goodness, I was afraid that he might hurt you," Anita said getting into the 
car.  

We all piled into the producer's Mercedes. Kris stopped at a take away on the 
way to pick up something for lunch. Leaving the ladies in the car Kris and I went 
in to fetch the food. 

While the food was being prepared, he said, "Saheb, have you seen the sister? 
She is even better material for porno movies than Amita."

"Kris, the die is cast. Quit complaining now," I said.

"I am not complaining but with both of them I could make a fortune," Kris said 
shaking his head, added, "It is pity to waste such virgin material."

"Aw, forget it. Now you are getting greedy. At least let Anita lead a normal life," I 
replied. 

"I can dream, can't I?" Kris said.

After picking up the lunch we drove to a house on Juhu beach. The house 
belonged to Kris's producer. It was a two-story affair with a small private beach. 
The house as well as the beach was well protected by thick bushes and high wall 
from three sides and the fourth side was open to the Arabian Sea. It was very 
luxuriously furnished.  

After lunch Kris said, "Best would be if we all rest now. We will decide the further 
course of action in the evening. Meera, please show Amita and Anita to their 
bedroom."

Ten minutes later Amita returned. "Poor Anita, she was so tired that she fell off to 
sleep immediately. She is very delicate. I have to take special care of her," she 
said. 

"Amita, take this," Kris said giving her several bundles of notes, "remember this is 
only the beginning."

"Gosh, so much money? I have no place to keep it. Kris, you hold it for me," 
Amita said.

"Of course, I'll be happy to keep the money for you," Kris said. 

"Kris, from now on you are not only my agent but also a trusted friend," Amita 
said and cautioned, "Remember not a word to my sister about our arrangement. 
If she asks then tell her that I am a small time actress and leave the rest to me." 

"Kris, I hope you will not cheat her," I laughed.

Kris face became red and opened his mouth to protest but Amita beat him to say, 
"Kris will never cheat me. I trust him explicitly," Amita said squeezing Kris's hand. 

"I was only joking," I said grinning. 

"Kris, when am I going to lose…," Amita asked blushing. 

"I was thinking tonight. It depends upon Anita also. Let us wait and see. You are 
in no hurry, are you?" Kris said smiling wickedly. 

"No, not at tall," Amita said blushing and ran up to her room. 

"Come, Saheb, I'll show you around," Kris said. 
 
He led me to a room full of electronic gadgetry. "From here I can control every 
camera, light, background sound, scenery etc." he explained and throwing a 
switch, added, "We have placed several cameras in every room including the 
bathrooms." 

The image of both Amita getting ready to rest came on one screen of the several 
TV monitors lining the room instantaneously. 

"I will have to be careful while visiting the loo," I laughed. 

"There are so many cameras that you will never be able to hide from all of them," 
Kris chuckled. 

"Don't you require any assistance," I asked. 

"No, our equipment is fully automatic and I can handle it alone but in this case I 
plan to call two assistants, Selma and Mary. Selma will help me film and Mary 
will take the close ups of Amita's virgin choot, before and after she has been 
deflowered. I might make an error and virginity is a highly perishable item. There 
are no retakes," Kris replied. 

"What do you plan to shoot?" I asked, "Have you no script?" 

"In our movies story is not important. We'll shoot the old story of a fruit seller 
losing her virginity to a rich man," he said looking around, "Ah, here it is. Take 
this and read it. You'll get the general idea."

"How can we shoot tonight? It'll take time to memorize the conversation," I said 
leafing through the script. 

"No need. You can improvise as we go along," Kris laughed, "Remember our 
clients are looking for sex and not for a storyline, though we always try to have 
one." 

Then we also rested. In the evening Amita came and said to us, "Anita is feeling 
feverish. She has a giant headache also. Kris, can you call a doctor or give her 
something for it." 

"Sure, I'll get it," Kris said. He was back in two minutes. 

 "Here is something for the fever and the headache," Kris said. 

"Thank you," Amita said and turned to leave. 

"Amita, wait. How can we shoot because Anita will find out the truth," Kris said. 

"I don't know. I have thought about it but I don't know what to do," Amita said, 
"Do you have a suggestion?" 

"Yes, give her this capsule. She will sleep like a log till morning without any ill 
effects and we can shoot without her finding out," Kris said. 

 "Good idea," Amita said taking the capsule.

"Shall I make arrangements to shoot after dinner?" Kris asked. 

"Yes, go ahead," she said blushing and left. 

"Meera, call Selma and Mary to bring their choots here by eight o'clock, we have 
a genuine virgin to deflower," Kris said, grinning happily. I watched Meera go to 
the phone and starting to dial. 

"They'll be here by eight," she said replacing the receiver. 

"You will be able to manage with Meera and these two ladies," I asked surprised. 

"Actually, I could have managed with Selma and Meera only but it is important to 
record close ups of Amita's choot, before and after it has been plugged, by an 
expert. That is why I've called Mary also. Mary will handle these shots," Kris 
enlightened me.  

"Meera, tell Selma, when she comes, to look after the wardrobe also because 
you'll be acting also. It is the old story about a rich man seducing a young fruit 
seller," Kris said. 

"I've done it before," Meera giggled, "I was the fruit seller then."

At eight sharp both Selma and Mary floated in. They were real beauties. 

Mary was tall, slim and had a pretty face with a heavenly figure. Selma on the 
other hand was beautiful with deep blue eyes and large boobs. She had a lovely 
figure with tight firm hips. Both of them were not wearing a bra and their boobs 
danced sexily as they walked. 

I stared at them as they greeted Kris. "Good evening, boss. What's up other than 
your cock?" they both said together laughing. 

"Mary, today we are shooting a genuine virgin. I want you to get the shots, which 
we can paste in other films. Remember there are no retakes. Selma, you will help 
me to shoot and also take charge of the wardrobe as Meera is acting in the 
movie," Kris said. 

"Count on that bitch to get the juiciest part," they said good naturedly as Meera 
threw a kiss at them, "any other instructions?" 

"Not at the moment," Kris said, "Go to your positions. We'll start in an hour." 

"Will do, boss," they said and glided to their respective posts with their tits 
bouncing tits playing havoc with my cock and their hips swinging sexily. 

"Gosh, they are beautiful," I gasped. 

"Their story is same as mine. They also left their cherry on the casting 
couch…several failed films…now to eat they have to work…to work they have to 
fuck," Meera giggled. 

"Kris, kya tu ne Selma aur Mary ko bhi choda hai? (Kris, have you fucked Selma 
and Mary also?)" I asked. 

"Yes, I have fucked them both," Kris replied, "As I said before I have fucked all 
the ladies that work here."

"Tu ne Selma ke chuttar dekhe hain? Is ki gaand maarne main asli mazaa 
aayega (Did you see Selma'a bum? It will be a real pleasure to fuck her in her 
asshole)," I said drooling saliva. 

"Woh saali sub kuch karwati hai lakin apni gaand nahin maarne deti (That bitch is 
game for everything except she does not let anyone fuck her in her ass hole)," 
Kris said. 

"Strange, normally girls love to take a prick up their ass," I chuckled.

"I know. She won't let a cock come near her gaand (ass hole)," Kris said. 

"Hmmm, then I must try and find a way to get into her virgin gaand," I laughed. 

"You can try also. Many have tried and failed," Kris said, "She has even refused 
to give her gaand to our producers and directors." 

"How do you know?" I said.

"Once in the end of one of our movies there was a drunken orgy. To make it look 
like real, we used real drinks. There were so many retakes. By the time we 
finished every one was drunk and we had a real orgy. That movie did 
exceptionally well in the market. Thereafter as a 'good omen' we have a 'free 
fuck' for all after a movie is finished," Kris explained laughing. 

"You mean…," I said.

"Yes, my friend. When we finish shooting a film then there is 'fuck for all'. The 
director, the producer and all the crewmembers get to fuck the ladies. Before the 
orgy starts," Kris said, "She announces loudly, I quote, 'Main chudwauingi, laurda 
choosuingi aur beej satkungi lakin main apni gaand nahin marwauingi. Chahe 
naukri se nikaal do (I'll fuck, I'll suck cock and swallow cum but I won't let anyone 
fuck me in my ass hole. You can sack me if you like),' unquote."

"And no producer or director wants to sack her as she is good at her job and no 
producer, director or a crew member has been able to persuade her to give her 
gaand." 

"And you gave up?" I asked surprised.

'Yes. Our producer, Mr. Rustomji, once got so frustrated that he announced a 
fifteen days fully paid trip for two to Switzerland to anyone who'll take her asshole 
cherry," Kris said, "this prize is still to be had." 

"Good, I always wanted to visit Switzerland," I laughed, "Seriously, Kris, have you 
told Amita about this?"  

"No, but I will. Anyway she need not worry because the leading lady has the right 
to refuse anyone," Kris said, "This is a sort of a tradition." 

"A damned good tradition, I'd say," I laughed. 

"Saheb, let Meera work on you and in the meanwhile I'll read the script with 
Amita," Kris said. 

Meera worked on me and Amita read through the old script with Kris. Kris 
explained to her what all she has to do. 

After half an hour Meera had completely changed my looks. I looked like a 
middle-aged army officer, a bald man with a handlebar mustache. To disguise 
my voice Meera placed some cotton wool pads in my mouth. This made me look 
heavier as they puffed up my cheeks. 

"Be careful while kissing. Don't push the cotton pads down Amita's throat. They 
might choke her. Just break off the kiss whenever you feel them moving. I'll fit 
new ones. Would you like to try it with me?" Meera said with a broad grin. 

"Meera, first work then pleasure," Kris said laughing as I took Meera in my arms. 

Kris was right, even my mother, May God rest her Soul, would not have 
recognized me with this new face and voice. 

Meera take Amita with you and dress her. Meera, you change into your costume 
too," Kris said.

Soon Amita and Meera joined us. Both were looking very sexy. 

"How is Anita?" Kris said 

"Sleeping like a top," Amita replied smiling. 

"Good, Mary, Selma are you ready?" Kris said. 

"Aye," they replied. 

"Okay ladies, let's put the show on the road," Kris said.  

"Nervous?" Kris asked. 

"A little," Amita nodded. 

"Don't worry you'll be okay," Kris said then addressing us all, added, "Just a few 
words before we start. The script is only an indication. You need not repeat the 
written conversation. Improvise whenever you can. Amita, like I told you earlier 
try to use vulgar words as often as possible. Scream loudly when you lose your 
cherry and keep you legs raised and wide open."   

"Saheb, remember to display Amita's virgin choot hole before and after you pop 
her cherry. I want to catch her bleeding choot hole and later with your cum 
oozing out of it on the film. Don't be self-conscious just run through the scenes 
naturally. Mary, you get as many shots from different angles you can when 
Saheb is showing her choot hole."

"Meera, you know what to do. Right guys remember this is my first independent 
direction, so please make it look good. Kris and his children, yet to be born, will 
thank you," he said, "any questions?" 

We all shook our heads. 

"All right take your positions. Okay, we are ready to roll. ACTION," Kris 
announced. 

SCENE 1

The first scene was in large room. It had a bar with barstools on one side. A sofa 
stood at right angles to the bar and a divan with cushions opposite it. A thick 
carpet covered the floor. An array of sexy paintings and pictures decorated the 
walls. 

Time was around seven p.m. I, the hero, dressed only in a dressing gown leaned 
against the bar humming a tune. 

Meera enters the room, dressed in a near transparent blouse with big black 
buttons and a loose short black mini skirt with white buttons in the middle. She is 
not wearing a bra and her boobs bounce sexily with each step. She is carrying 
soda and an ice bucket on a tray. 

While walking she swings her hips so that her skirt lifts high giving glimpses of 
her shaven choot. Placing the tray on the bar, she asks, seductively, "Master, 
would you care for a drink?" 

"Yes, Meera, the usual," I replied yawning, "oh what a boring day."  

While she is pouring the drink I put one hand inside her near transparent blouse 
and fondle her boobs. "Meera, your tits are still as firm as they were on the day 
you came here several years ago." 

"Thank you, sir," Meera said smiling gratefully, "Phir aap mujhe pahele jitna kyon 
nahin chodete? (Why don't you fuck me as often as you used to earlier?)" 

"You are right. I have neglected your choot lately but not without reason," I said. 

"What reason?" she said. 

"You know Sushma. She has been here many times," I said. 

"Yes, I've seen the condition of the bed sheets when she leaves," Meera giggled 
making a face.

"Yes, I've been fucking her for some time," I laughed, "One day we were sitting in 
the club having a drink when a group of four girls walked in. They were very 
pretty. I wondered aloud if their cunts were as beautiful as their faces. One thing 
led to another. In the end Sushma dared me to take their cherry."   

"I hate them. Chod do in haramzadiyon ko (Fuck these bitches)," she said to me 
in private after she had introduced them to me, "Haan, inki gaand maarna mat 
bhoolna (Yes, don't forget to fuck them in their ass holes)." 

"You know me," I continued, "I can't resist a dare especially when virgins are 
involved. I had to deflower them. During the last four weeks I was busy with 
them."

"Have you deflowered both their holes?" Meera said. 

"Oh yes," I chuckled. 

"Master, promise that you'll fuck me tonight," Meera said 

"All right," I said putting my hand under her skirt, "Ah, no panties. Lagta hai tu 
pahele se chudwane ka poora program banake aayi hai (It seems that you have 
come fully prepared for a fuck)." 

"Yes, master, you know how hungry my choot gets for your lund. I have stopped 
wearing panties because I don't know when I might get lucky," Meera replied 
grinning. 

"Okay, my dear, I'll fuck you tonight," I said raising her skirt and kissing her 
hairless cunt. 

"Would you like me to suck your cock?" she said handing me a whiskey soda. 

"Good idea. I love your blowjobs," I replied opening my dressing gown. 

Meera got down on her knees and took my cock in her hand. Her touch made my 
cock hard and erect. 

Suddenly Mary's voice boomed in the hall, "JESUUSSS, SELMA, DO YOU SEE 
WHAT I SEE?"  

Meera relinquishing my cock stood up laughing loudly. 

"CUT," Kris shouted from the control room and started to laugh. 

"Hai Allah! Mujhe nahin maloom tha ki itna barda laurda bhi hota hai (Hai Allah! I 
didn't know that cocks came in such big sizes also)," Selma exclaimed. 

"Sorry, Kris, I couldn't help myself," Mary said apologetically, "The sheer size of 
his cock took me unawares." 

'Mary, kya itna barda laurda dekh kar teri choot main pani nahin aaya? (Mary, 
didn't your cunt get wet after seeing such a big cock?)' Selma giggled.

"Wet, my dear, it made both my mouths drool. I must taste this monster first thing 
after the shoot," Mary said. 

"That's what you think. Saheb, mujhe pahele chodna. Mera naam Selma hai 
(Saheb, fuck me first. My name is Selma)," Selma said.

"Ladies, this not the time or place to fix dates for your choots," Kris said trying to 
stop laughing. 

"Saheb, Selma ki baat mat suno. Woh sirf choot deti hai. Apni gaand nahin 
marwati. Aap meri choot ke saath meri gaand bhi maar sakte hain (Don't listen to 
her because she only fucks and does not take a cock in her asshole whereas I 
love a cock in both holes)," Mary said. 

"Ladies, Saheb is here for another two weeks. I am sure he'll love to fuck you 
both silly in the coming days, won't you, Saheb?" Kris said. 

"I'd love to," I said. 

"With that settled, can we proceed," Kris said sarcastically. 

"Selma, Meera is very quiet and grinning like an ape," Mary said, "Mera khayal 
hai ki usski choot iss vishal laurde ko chakh chuki hai (I think her cunt has 
already tasted this monster cock)."

"You are right," Selma said, "Meera, how was it?" 

"Deliccccioussss," Meera said smacking her lips. 

"Lucky bitch," both Selma and Mary said simultaneously. Then all three stated to 
laugh. 

When they stopped laughing, Kris repeated, sarcastically, "If you ladies permit 
can we proceed?" 

"Sorry Kris I couldn't help myself," Mary said apologetically, "I will not speak 
again." 

"Me too," Selma said. .

"Okay, we will take it from where we left it," Kris directed, "Meera, get on your 
knees and start sucking Saheb's cock. ACTION!" 

Meera started to suck my cock again. "Oh Meera, it feels so good," I moaned 
moving my hips in fuck motion. 

Meera's head bobbed up and down while sucking my lund. I closed my eyes to 
savor the sensations her hot mouth was creating. 

The doorbell rang. "Master, there is someone on the door" Meera said releasing 
my cock. 

"Why have you stopped? Let it ring," I said, "continue sucking." 

Meera took my cock again in her mouth. The doorbell rang again but this time 
more persistently.  

"I better see who is there. It could be one of your girl friends," Meera said. 

"Okay, go ahead," I replied with a disappointed sigh, "but hurry back." 

Few minutes later she returned. "Who is there?" I asked. 

"It is a girl selling fruits," Meera replied. 

"Tell her to fuck off. Then you get your choot back here quickly and finish what 
you started," I said getting irritated. 

"Master, I suggest you see her. She is a fourteen-year-old virgin material like I 
was when I came here. You'll really enjoy fucking her tight choot," Meera said. 

"I like your concern about me," I said straightening my dressing gown, "show her 
in."

Meera returned leading a thirteen or fourteen year old girl with two plats and 
carrying a basket of fruits on her head. She was dressed in a dirty blouse and a 
knee length lehenga (skirt). The blouse was a size too small for her. The blouse 
buttons were stretched to the limit and the seams were bursting. 

She was not wearing a bra and her small perky boobs were squeezed inside it. 
The contours of her nipples were clearly visible through the material of the 
blouse. The tight blouse being stretched by her growing boobs made her look 
even younger.  

"Meera, main pahele iss se nipat loon phir tujhe chodoonga (Meera, let me deal 
with her first then I'll fuck you)," I whispered to Meera. 

The girl understood me because her face turned deep red with embarrassment 
and she lowered her eyes. 

"That's all right," Meera said then turning to the girl, added, "Why do you wear 
such a tight blouse? Is it to entice men to buy fruits from you?"

"Let her. She looks nice in a tight blouse," I laughed caressing my cock. 

"Please don't say these things," she said hastily, "I don't like to wear tight blouses 
but have to because a week ago I found all my blouses had become tight and I 
had no money to buy a new blouse." 

"Didn't you notice that your boobies had grown," Meera asked. The girl blushed 
and hung her head without replying. 

"Meera, let her be," I said, "Do you think that the red blouse hanging in my 
cupboard might fit her?" I asked, "Girl, would you like a blouse that fits?" 

"Oh yes, please," she said eagerly.

"It might fit but I'll have to check her size," Meera said, understanding what I 
meant, "Girl, come here." 

The girl stepped up to Meera. Meera opened couple of buttons of her blouse and 
put her hand inside. At first she did as if she was genuinely taking her 
measurement but then started to squeeze and kneading her pretty tits to make 
her horny. 

"Tujhe kissi ne choda tau nahin hai? (Has anyone fucked you?)" Meera 
whispered confidentially. 

"Nahin tau, meri choot kori hai (No, I am a virgin)," she whispered back. 
 
"Aap kya kar rahin hai? (What are you doing?)" she said realizing that Meera was 
no longer taking her measurement but squeezing and kneading her boobies.

"Master, I am not very sure," Meera said ignoring the girls remark added, "Girl, let 
master also check the size." 

The girl took a step towards me but stopped with a hurt look on her face, "Nahin, 
aap bhi meri chuchiyan dabaoge (No, you'll also squeeze my titites)."

"I would like to very much. They are very sweet," I laughed, "Girl, what are you 
selling?" 

Buttoning her open blouse with difficulty the girl launched into her sales pitch. 
"Sir, I have fresh fruits. You will not find fresher or sweeter fruit anywhere. I have 
mangoes, oranges, bananas and many others. What ever you want I have got it," 
she said smiling. 

"Show me the mangoes," I said. She took a mango in each hand and stretched 
her arms towards me. 

"Come nearer and show it to me," I said. 

She stepped closer. I took the mangoes in my hand. "Mangoes are a little soft. 
What else do you have?" I said. 

"Sir, I have oranges. You will not find such sweet oranges like mine anywhere in 
the world. If you like you can taste them," she said. 

"Okay, show me your sweet oranges," I said. 

Again she stretched out her hands holding the oranges. "Come closer and show 
me," I repeated. 

Again she stepped closer to me. Ignoring her out stretched hands I pulled her to 
me by her waist and squeezed her tits and taking her erect nipples in my mouth 
through her blouse, started to suckle them. 

"UUIII MA," she squealed and tried to free herself. I held her tightly and continued 
to suck her tits. 

"Oh, please mujhe chord do (Oh please let me go)," the lass, moaned. Then I 
released her.

"Aapne meri chuchi kyon choosi? (Why did you squeeze suck my tities?" she 
asked blushing. 

"Tune hee tau kaha tha (You only asked me to)," I replied smiling. 

"Maine tau aapse meri chuchiyan chusne ko nahin kaha tha (I never asked you 
to suckle my boobies)," she replied and unconsciously scratching her choot. I 
looked at Meera. Meera smiled at me and nodded.  

"You liar. You said that, sir, "my oranges are the sweetest. You can taste them if 
you so desire. So I tasted them. You were right; they are the sweetest," I replied 
laughing. 

"I didn't mean that you suckle my boobies, you wicked man," she said blushing 
and scratching her choot again.

"Okay, tell me your name?" I asked changing the subject. 

"Amita," she replied.

"Teri umar kya hai? (How old are you?)" I asked. 

"Aisse hee hogi koyi chauda saal (Approximately fourteen)," she replied. 

"Fourteen, just the right age to be deflowered," I thought and my cock began to 
swell. 

"What else do you have?" I asked. 

"I have bananas," Amita replied. 

"Good, I like bananas. I have a banana also," Meera giggled, "Let me see what 
you have got." 

Amita showed many bananas but Meera didn't like any of them. "No, this is too 
thin…no, it very small…this one is nice and thick but not long enough," she said 
rejecting Amita's whole stock. 

"These are all the bananas I have," Amita said in exasperated tone. 

"Shall I show you my banana?" Mary said still caressing my cock. 

Seeing Meera stroking my lund (cock), Amita blushed and shook her head with 
downcast eyes. 

"What else have you got?" I asked. 

"I have many other fruits. You ask what you like," she asked.

"Do you have cherries? I love cherries," I said. 

She laughed loudly, "Sir, where will you get cherries in this season?" 

"Everywhere," I smiled, "you have a cherry too." 

"No sir, I don't have any cherries," she replied not understanding what I meant. 

"Come nearer and I'll show you," I said with a serious expression. 

She took a step towards me then stopped. With a suspicious look asked, "Aap 
meri chuchi tau nahin dabaoge (You will not squeeze my tits)." 

"No, definitely not," I replied. She still hesitated. 

"Come nearer, I won't touch your boobs," I said. 

Hesitantly she came closer. I put my arm around her waist and pulling her to me, 
put my other hand under her lehnga (skirt). As expected she was not wearing 
any panties. I ran my fingers between the lips of her hairless choot as fast as I 
could. 

"Your cherry is inside this," I said kissing her.

"UUUIIII MA," she screamed jumping away from me. 

"BABU, a…a…aapne meri choot kyon chui? A...aap bahut kharab hain (SIR, 
w…w…why did you touch my cunt? You are a very bad man," she asked 
scratching her choot.  

"I was showing you where your cherry is," I said grinning and kissing my fingers. 

She blushed then said defiantly, "Agar meri cherry meri choot main hai tau aap 
usse kaisse lenge (If my cherry is inside my cunt then how will you take it)." 

"Iss se (With this)," I said showing her my cock, which was standing in all its 
glory. 

For a few moments she stood still staring at my erect cock.

Then she muttered more to herself than to us, "Aap apna laurda meri choot main 
daal kar meri cherry ko nikalenge… iss ka matlab hai…OH… AAP MUJHE 
CHODNA CHAHATE HAIN (You'll take insert your cock in my choot to take out 
my cherry…it means that…OH… YOU WANT TO FUCK ME)." 

"Haan, Amita, main teri kori choot ko phardna chahta hoon (Yes, Amita, I want to 
deflower your virgin cunt)," I said. 

"Nahin, maine nahin chudwana (No, I don't want to be fucked)," she said backing 
away and started to put her fruits in the basket. 

Seeing that she was preparing to leave, I said, "I'll buy all your fruits." 

"No, I don't want your money," she said squatting on the floor to lift the basket, 
"mujhe chodna chahata hai (he wants to fuck me)."

"I'll pay you double the price for the fruits," I offered. 

"Sach! Aap dugne paise denge? (Really! You will pay double?)" she asked 
unbelievingly, "No, I don't want your money." 

"Aur bhi paise doonga aur yeh free main saath doonga (I will pay you more and 
this for free)," I said pointing to my cock standing in all its glory oozing pre-cum. 

Mesmerized, she stared at my cock and exclaimed, "Baap re baap, aapka laurda 
bahut barda hai. Meri nanhi si choot main kaisse gussega? (Oh my God, your 
cock is so large. How will it go inside my tiny cunt hole?)" 

'Idhar aa main dikhata hoon kaisse gussega (Come here, I will show you how it 
goes in)," I said inviting her into my arms. 

Hypnotized she continued to stare at my pre cum oozing cock. Then with her 
eyes riveted to my erection she walked, with slow hesitant steps, towards me.

"Come darling, I promise I'll may you what you want," I said spreading my arms.

"What money?" she said as if in a trance and continued to walk toward me. 

When she reached me I sat he on my lap. I kissed her tenderly on her lips and 
undid the straining buttons of her blouse to set her boobs free. 

She protested feebly but did not hinder me in my quest. "Tere mamme barde 
pearey hain (Your boobies are very beautiful)," I said kissing them. I then 
proceeded to suck her pointed nipples. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned. 

"Oh your boobies are sooo sweet," I said smacking my lips. 

Blushing profusely she hid her face in the folds of my robe. Lifting her lehnga 
(skirt) I ran my fingers up and down her cunt slit and pinching her hard clit lightly. 

"Ooooo," she moaned loudly and pleaded, "babu, bhagwan ke liye ab mujhe 
chord do (sir, for God's sake, please let me go)."

"Abhi nahin meri jaan. Abhi tau tujhe dikhana hai ki mera laurda teri nannhi si 
choot main kaisse gussta hai (Not yet my darling. I have yet to show you how my 
cock goes inside your tiny cunt hole)," I replied. 

"Mujhe nahin dekhna. Please babu, mujhe chord do (I don't want to see it. 
Please sir, let me go)," she protested feebly. 

I opened the string of her lehenga letting it fall to the ground. She quickly placed 
her hands in front of her choot to hide it. 

"Arre chupati kyoon hai abhi tau maine isski cherry chakhni hai (Why are you 
hiding it I have still to taste it's cherry)," I said pulling her hands away. 

Now I saw Amita's choot clearly for the first time. It was completely bald. There 
was absolutely no sign of hair growing on it. Her small clit was peeping out from 
her cunt lips, which seemed to be stuck together. Nobody had touched her choot 
before. She promised to be a real tight virgin. 

I lifted her in my arms and laid her down on the divan. Then I threw off my gown 
and started kissing her and kneading her small perky tits.

"Please sir, let me go. Maine nahin chudwana (I don't want to fuck)," she begged, 
feebly kissing me back.

"I am telling you that you'll enjoy it very much," Meera said.

"Oh didi, mujhe darr lagta hai (Oh didi (elder sister), I am so scared)," she said 
with tears welling up in her eyes. 

"What is there to be afraid of?" Meera asked. 

"Babu ka laurda bahut lamba aur mota hai mere chote se choot ke ched main 
kaisse gussega (Your cock is very long and thick. How will it enter my small cunt 
hole)," Amita said.

"Guss jayega aur tujhe pata bhi nahin lagega (It'll enter and you'll not even 
know)," Meera said.

"Nahin, mujhe maloom hai ki bahut dard hoga (No, I know that it'll pain a lot)," 
she replied trying to sit up. 

"Keep lying," I said sternly. 

I kissed and licked her lithe body and moved downwards towards her choot 
stopping long enough, to rotate my tongue in her navel, on the way.

"OH BABU, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD," she squealed loudly. 

"Poor Amita," Meera giggled rubbing her own choot, "Soon her cherry will be a 
thing of the past."

When I kissed her choot, Amita caught my head and moaned, "Babu, wahan 
nahin. Choot gandi hai (Sir, not there. It is dirty)." 

"Achcha lagta hai na (You like it don't you?)" I asked. 

"Y…hes," she moaned. 

"Tu mazaa le aur mujhe jo main chahata hoon karne de (You enjoy yourself and 
let do what I like)," I replied gluing my lips again to her choot. 

With a loud sigh she removed her hand and spread her legs wide. I positioned 
myself between her open legs and continued to lick her choot.

'CUT,' Kris shouted. I continued to eat her pussy. 

"CUT," Kris said even louder, "SAHEB, CUT." 

Kris's voice penetrated my brain and stopped. 

'OH, why have you stopped,' Amita moaned as I reluctantly pulled my mouth 
away from her choot. 

"Yes, Kris," I said. 

"You forgot to show her small cunt entrance," Kris said. 

"Sorry, I got carried away," I said.

"Okay, ready, ACTION," Kris shouted.

I lifted her again in my arms and laid her down on the divan. Then throwing off 
my gown I started to kiss her and knead her small perky tits again.

"Please sir, let me go. Maine nahin chudwana (I don't want to fuck)," she 
repeated, feebly kissing me back.

"I am telling you that you'll enjoy it very much," Meera said softly.

"Oh didi, mujhe darr lagta hai (Oh didi (elder sister), I am so scared)," she said 
with tears welling up in her eyes. 

"What is there to be afraid of?" Meera asked. 

"Babu ka laurda bahut lamba aur mota hai. Mere chote se choot ke ched main 
kaisse gussega (Your cock is very long and thick. How will it enter my small cunt 
hole)," Amita said. 

"Let me see your choot hole," Meera said, "I can tell you whether master's cock 
will go in or not." 

Without waiting for Amita to respond Meera lifted her legs and displayed her 
small choot hole, while I kissed and sucked her boobies. Meera poked around it 
as if testing it while Mary filmed the small hole from all angles. On signal from 
Mary, Meera released the legs. 

"Don't worry, master's cock will go in your choot like a hot knife through butter," 
Meera said reassuring Amita. I kissed and licked my way to her choot again and 
started to lick it. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. Without replying I continued to eat 
her choot. 

"OH PLEASE SIR, DON'T LICK MY CHOOT. IT'S DIRTY," she yelled. 
Undeterred I continued to eat her pussy.

"OH SIR, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD," she squealed loudly and with a loud sigh 
relaxed and spread her legs wider. 

"Amita, ab tau teri choot ko phatne koyi nahin bacha sakta (Amita, now nobody 
can save your cunt from being deflowered)," Meera giggled. 

I stopped and took a deep breath. Now I was sure that her virginity was mine for 
the taking. 

"Achcha lagta hai na (You like it don't you?)" I asked starting to lick her choot 
again. 

"Y…hes," she moaned. I continued to eat her pussy with more vigor. 

"Oh babu, it feels good. Y…hes lick harder. OHH OHH Y…HES HARDER. 
FASTER BABU FASTER," Amita shouted. 

I increased my efforts. Her bottoms started to move up and down in fuck motion. 
"Y…HES LIKE THIS. BABUUUU, Y…HES FASTER AND HARDER. GOD 
SOMETHING IS COMING OUT. STOP. I AM ABOUT TO PISS," she screamed. 

"Amita, don't hold it back. It is not piss. It is the love juice of your choot," Meera 
said.

Without paying any heed to her shouts I continued to suck on her excited clit. 
"BABBBBUUUUU STOP. OH GOD I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK. OH BABU, IT IS 
COMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG," she screamed releasing a stream of her cum 
in my mouth and lay gasping for breath. 

"Achcha laga? (Did you like it?)" I asked panting. 

"OH Y…HES BABU IT WAS GREAT," she gasped.  

"Amita, ab main tujhe chodunga (Amita, now I am going to fuck you)," I said 
getting on top of her. 

"Haan, babu, ab mujhe chodo (Yes, fuck me now)," she said welcomed me with 
spreading her legs wider. I commenced to rub my cock between her cunt lips. 

"OOOOOOYYYIIII," she squealed enjoying the sensation. 

END OF PART 2

TO BE CONTINUED…

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