A PORN STAR IS BORN

(Part 5)

By Sahebji

Before I narrate the fifth part let me take the liberty to reproduce the last few lines 
of the fourth part: 

"Anything," he replied. 

"You won't get angry," she asked. 

"No, why should I," he laughed. 

"Master, aap ne mommy ko kiss halat main choda tha? (Master, under which 
circumstances did you fuck mommy?)" she asked. 

"Tujhe yaad hai ki main teri mommy ko chodeta tha? (Do you remember that I 
used to fuck your mommy?)" he said. 

"No, I don't have any recollection but I heard you telling papa that you were 
fucking her," she said. 

"So you were eavesdropping," he chuckled pulling Mary completely on top of him 
and slapping her bare bottoms lightly, "you naughty girl."

"Please master, tell me," Mary pleaded. 

"Okay, one afternoon I came home unexpectedly and I heard someone crying," 
Mr. Singh said starting his story. 

"CUT," Kris yelled, "Amita, you were very good. We'll continue after lunch." 

Now for part 5:

SCENE 7: 

A flashback scene. One afternoon Mr. Singh returns home unexpectedly. 
Time: Afternoon 
Place: Mr. Singh's house. 

Mr. Singh narrates his story: 

"One afternoon I came back in the afternoon and heard someone crying. I looked 
around and could not see anyone. Then I peeped into the kitchen. What I saw 
shocked me. Miriam, Josef's wife, with her three-year-old daughter in her arms, 
was sitting in a corner and crying. Someone had beaten her very brutally. Her 
face was black and blue and cut at few places. The wounds had stopped 
bleeding and the blood had dried. 

"Miriam, are you alright?" I asked getting angry, "Who has done this to you?" 

"Oh master, it is you," she said quickly wiping her tears nervously, "I am all right." 

"No, you are not alright," I said, "Is Josef responsible for this?" 

"Please don't say anything to him. It was my fault. I provoked him," she said. 

"How can a man be so cruel and beat up his wife so mercilessly," I said, "Come 
with me I'll apply medicine on you wounds." 

"No, no, I am alright," she said. 

"No, you are not all right, come with me" I said grabbing her by her arm and 
pulled her to my room. 

"Lay the child down on the bed," I said. 

While Miriam laid the sleeping child on the bed I went into the bathroom to fetch 
cotton wool, medicine and a wet towel to wipe the dried blood. 

As I was wiping the dried blood from her face our eyes met. We looked deep into 
each other's eyes. For a moment we froze. Then our lips came nearer. Before I 
knew I was kissing her passionately. For a brief second she tried to pull back and 
then kissed me back with the same ardor I was kissing her. 

My arm went round her waist and pulled her to me. Her body became rigid. She 
made a couple of protesting sounds, while her mouth was still glued to mine, 
then let her body relax and pressed her crotch to mine. Our tongues met. We 
sucked each other's tongues while I squeezed her big boobs. 

I undid my trousers hastily and let them fall in a heap on the floor. I pushed her 
towards the bed and lowered her on to it. Pushing down my shorts I lay on top of 
her. Then raising her skirt and pushing aside her panties shoved my cock in her 
wet choot. 

"AHHH," she moaned trembling against my body, "It feels so good to feel a hard 
cock in my cunt after such a long time again." 

I started the fuck movement. I fucked her with long slow strokes.  

I kept pumping in and out of her cunt, varying the speed and length of my strokes 
constantly. My cock massaged every inch of Miriam's cuntal flesh as it pistoned 
in and out of her. 

"Oh master, your cock feels sooo wonderful," she moaned starting to hump her 
hips upward. Soon her hips were moving in rhythm of my strokes.   

"Y...HESS MASTER FUCK ME Y…HESSS HARDER. Y...HESS THAT IS WAY. 
DON'T SPARE MY CHOOT MAKE MINCE MEAT OUT OF IT. Y...HESSS 
FASTER AND HARDER," Miriam screamed. 

I continued to pound her choot. I felt as if her cunt was sucking on my cock. The 
walls of her cunt gripped my cock tightly and milked it. 

Suddenly she her body shuddered violently. Her body arched and throwing back 
her head shouted, "OH MASTER GO ON DON'T STOP I AM ABOUT TO CUM. 
Y...HESS FASTER. OH HARDER Y...HES DOONN'TT STOPP OH OHH 
JESSUSSS CHHRRRIISST, I AAMMM COOMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG." 

Without missing a stroke I continued to move my cock in and out of her choot 
with steady strokes. Soon she was on the boil again. 

"Y...HESS MASTER," "Y...HESS MASTER," she yelled passionately. 

"Oh Miriam, your choot is very tight," I gasped. 

Soon I felt my seed rising. My strokes became shorter and harder. She was 
experienced enough to realize that I was about to cum. "Y...HES CUM IN ME 
MASTER. FILL MY CHOOT WITH YOUR CUM. I AM ALSO NEALY THERE," 
she screamed. 

I fucked her with fast and furious strokes. Her body arched. "OHH JESSUUSSS I   
AMMMM CUMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG AGAIN," she shouted and fell back 
gasping for breath. 

I could not hold back any longer. With a loud grunt I shoved my cock deep into 
her cunt and jettisoned my cum, spurt after spurt, at the mouth of her womb. Our 
lips glued themselves in long passionate kiss. Soon my flaccid cock fell out of her 
fuck tube. 

"Oh Miriam, it was lovely," I said rolling off her. 

"Oh master, what have you made me do," she said. 

"From what I recollect you were quite willing," I chuckled. 

"You must be thinking that I am a slut and fall into each and every man's bed," 
she said with tears in her eyes. 

"Darling, I didn't say that," I said kissing her tears away. 

"I swear on the head of my child," she said placing her hand on Mary's head, 
"that you are the only man other than my husband who has fucked me." 

"Miriam, I believe you," I replied, "Tell me why did Josef beat you like this?" 

She blushed and shook her head. "I insist," I said. 

"I was feeling very horny today and begged Josef to fuck me. He flatly refused. 
For your information Josef has not fucked me since I became pregnant. He…" 
she said.

"He has not fucked you since four years," I asked incredulously interrupting her, 
"but why?" 

"That is what I wanted to know. He wouldn't tell me," Miriam said. 

Then suddenly, Josef said, "Tum jaan na chahati ho ki main tujhe kyon nahin 
chodeta (You want to know why I don't fuck you?)" 

I nodded. 

Then he started hitting me mercilessly. After beating me for five minutes he 
asked, "Do you want to know more?" 

"I was in no condition to reply and remained silent. Then he stormed out of the 
kitchen. I had just managed to put Mary to sleep when you came," Miriam said. 

"It seems I came at the right moment," I laughed. 

"I don't know whether the moment was right or wrong," Miriam giggled, "but I am 
glad you came." 

"Miriam, take of your clothes," I said, "I want to see your beautiful body." 

"If you want to see it then take them off yourself," she said with a naughty grin. 

I felt like a teenager undressing his date for the first time. My hands trembled as I 
fiddled nervously with the buttons of her blouse. 

"Leave off before you tear my blouse," she laughed slapping my hand away and 
taking off her clothes with quick movements lay down on the bed again. 

Miriam had a pleasant face with shoulder length curly hair, which she tied behind 
her head while on duty but left it open in her free time. She had big shapely 
boobs. They had become even bigger since Mary was born. 

"Miriam, are you still breast feeding Mary?" I asked squeezing them gently and 
kissing their pointed nipples. 

"No, not since a year," she replied. 

"But the other day I saw you give your tit to Mary," I asked. 

"Oh that," she laughed, "when she does not sleep then I put my nipple in her 
mouth to suck." 

"May I see if there is milk or not," I said. 

"Be my guest," she giggled pushing the nearest boob towards me. I sucked on 
both her tits. At first I sucked slowly then with all my might. 

"You are right." I chuckled, "they are bone dry."
 
I kissed my way towards her choot. "Ah you brought this scar from the hospital 
with Mary, didn't you?" I said kissing it. 

"Yes, they said there is some obstruction in the natural path so they cut me up," 
Miriam said with tears in her eyes. 

"Why the tears, it doesn't hurt does it?" I asked. 

"No but I can't conceive anymore. They said that another pregnancy could be 
dangerous to my life and removed my uterus," she explained. 

"So is life," I said moving lower. 

"Miriam, your choot is very beautiful and so soft," I said caressing it, "it looks like 
you shaved it today." 

"Yes, I was horny and wanted to entice Josef with my hairless cunt," she said. 

I took off my clothes in a trice and got between her legs. Then holding her ankles 
and after bending her knees raised her legs. 

"Hold your legs like this," I said giving her choot a lick. 

"Oh master," Miriam moaned. 

I separated her lower lips and licked in between them from her fuck hole to her 
clit and back several times. She went wild and moved her hips up and down in 
fuck motion while moaning loudly, "Oh master, go on. It feels heavenly." 

Once when my tongue reached her swollen clit I twirled my tongue around it. 
Then taking it in between my lips pressed it and sucked on it. 

"OH JESSUSSS, GO ON MASTER DON'T STOP I AM ABOUT TO CUM OH 
OHH Y...HESSS I AMMMM CUUMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG," she screamed 
and released her warm cunt juice in my mouth. 

I moved lower and rimmed her cunt hole.

"OHHHHHHH," she moaned. 

Then I licked up to clit and back to her fuck hole. "AAAGGGHHHRRR," she 
yelled as I inserted my tongue deep inside her choot and started to tongue fuck 
her. I continued to tongue fuck her for several minutes.

"OH MASTER, SHOVE YOUR TONGUE DEEPER INTO MY CHOOT... 
Y...HES...TONGUE FUCK ME FASTER OH OHHHH CHHRRIIISSSTTT, I 
AAAMMMM CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG," she screamed and released 
another stream of her warm cunt juice in my mouth.

I climbed on top of her and banged my cock inside her tight cunt. As I was 
fucking her for the second time with a short span of time it took twenty minutes of 
hard grind before I jettisoned my load into her cunt. In the meanwhile Miriam 
must have had half a dozen orgasm or more. 

"CUT," Kris shouted, "Well done guys. I am very pleased with your performance." 

"Kris, I am famished. How about lunch?" Amita said wearing a housecoat. 

"Sorry, I forgot. Lunch is ready. Everyone is invited," Kris said, "We'll start again 
at three." 

During lunch I sat next to Madhu. "How is your son?" I asked. 

"He is fine," she replied smiling happily. 

"What is his name?" I asked. 

"Sachin," she said. 

"After the famous cricketer," I chuckled. 

"No, I hate that game. I have named him after his father. He is a splitting image 
of him," she said brightly, "Saheb, you had promised to fuck me but you haven't." 

"There has been no time," I said, "Maybe today evening after the shooting." 

"Promise," she said crossing her heart. 

"Promise," I repeated. 

At three we all assembled. Kris explained scene 8. 

When he finished explaining, he yelled, "ACTION!"

Scene 8: 

Amita, acting as the thirteen-year-old Mary, is lying on top of naked Mr. Singh. 
Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom. 
Time: Morning.

"So this is what happened. Why did you ask me if I remembered," Mary asked. 

"Normally Miriam and I fucked in the afternoon when you took your afternoon 
nap. Many times it happened that you sat up while we were fucking and would 
say, "Please don't hurt mommy." 

Miriam would push you down and patting you, say, "Darling, go to sleep nobody 
is not hurting me." 

I thought you might have remembered," I said. 

"No, I have no recollection. If mommy would have been alive today then would 
you have fucked me?" Mary asked. 

"Absolutely, I would have fucked, both mother and daughter, together in the 
same bed and in front of each other," I chuckled, "It would have been fun." 

"CUT," Kris shouted, "Amita, Saheb, you can relax now. Selma and Mary get 
ready. It is your turn now. Ali, you'll be required after this scene." 

Scene 9: 

Mary and Selma are telling each other about their love life over a cup of tea. 
Place: Mr. Singh's Kitchen 
Time: Afternoon. 

"That is the whole story. Selma, now it is your turn," Mary said. 

"Just one question," Selma said, "Kya uss din tere malik ne tujhe saare din 
choda? (Did your master fuck you all day long?)"

"Yes," Mary giggled, "When it was time for him to go out I asked him whether he 
plans to go out or not." 

"Nahin, aaj main ghar per reh kar teri sakht choot ko chodunga (No, I plan to stay 
at home at fuck your tight choot)," he said. 

"Come on Selma, you promised," Mary said.

"Alright I'll start," Selma said, "I was born in a very conservative family. Where 
talking about sex was taboo. You were punished severely if one even scratched 
one's choot. My parents thought that a woman has been made by God to serve a 
man only: cook and clean for him in the day time and let him fuck her choot at 
night."

"When I reached the age of twelve I was not allowed to go out of the house. I 
remained indoors and learnt to cook and clean.  

"I had my first period at the age of fifteen. Promptly within four weeks my parents 
married me off. My knowledge about sex was practically zero. Whenever I asked 
my mother anything relating to marriage or children, she would always say, 
"Shaadi ke baad tujhe sab pata chal jayega (You will come to know everything 
after your marriage)."

One day I decided to ask a neighbor who had got married eight months ago and 
had come to her mother's house for her delivery. 

"Didi, aapka yeh bachcha kahan se aaya? (Didi, from where did this child 
come?)" I asked. 

She laughed and said, "Teri suhagraat per tera shohar tujhe chodega aur nau 
mahine baad tujhe ek bachcha hojayga (Your husband will fuck on your wedding 
night and you will have a baby after nine months)." 

"Chodna kya hota hai? (What is fucking?)" I asked. 

"You'll find out on your wedding night," she giggled. I begged her tell me more 
but she just laughed. 

After marriage I went with my husband to his house.

"CUT," Kris shouted, "Selma, go to Meera for your make up for the next scene. 
Meera, Selma should look fifteen and don't forget to insert a balloon in her choot. 
Ali is supposed to deflower her. We'll shoot the next scene upstairs in the corner 
bedroom. The boys require half an hour to decorate it as a wedding night 
bedroom. We'll shoot in thirty minutes." 

"Thirty minutes is bit tight. Selma is not like Amita. Just shave her bush and she 
looks thirteen," Meera tittered, "Secondly, Selma's tits are too big for a fifteen 
year old."

"My boobs have not grown since I was fifteen," Selma said. 

"You heard that," Kris laughed, "we'll have to be satisfied with a fifteen year old 
with big boobs. Ali, you also change into the bridegroom's attire."

We were ready to shoot with a delay of fifteen minutes. 

Scene 10: 

A flashback scene. Selma is waiting for Ali, her husband, to join her on her 
wedding night. 
Place: Bedroom in Ali's apartment. 
Time: Around 10 p.m.

Selma started to relate her story, "I was sitting on the bed, decorated with 
flowers, with down cast eyes waiting for Ali to join me. I was very nervous. From 
the corner of my eye I saw Ali come into the room. He locked the door and 
switched off the main light. Room became dark. Few minutes later he switched 
on the bedside lamp. He had taken off his clothes and was wearing pajama 
bottoms only. He lay down on the bed and pulled me to him. Blushing I lay down 
next to him. He started to undress me.

"Why are you undressing me?" I protested. 

"Kyonki main tujhe chodunga (Because I am going to fuck you)," Ali replied. 

"Kapdron ke saath hee chod lo (Fuck me with my clothes on)," I said. 

"No, it is more fun when we are naked," Ali said and started to undress me. 

I continued to protest and even fought back. Few minutes later my clothes lay in 
a heap on the floor and I lay naked on the bed not knowing whether to cover my 
tits or my choot with my hands. Ali laughed and mounted me. I closed my thighs. 

"Selma, apni tange chowdri karo (Selma, spread your legs)," Ali said. 

I shook my head and pressed my thighs together more tightly. "Okay, if this is 
what you want," Ali said placing his right knee between my thighs and pressed. I 
couldn't bear the pressure and opened my legs. 

Ali laughed and spreading my legs placed his erection on the entrance of my 
choot. Not knowing what is going to happen I closed my eyes. Suddenly Ali 
lunged forward. 

"AAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE," I screamed as his cock tearing 
my hymen buried itself to the hilt in my choot. 

Ali started the in and out motion. 

"MUJHE CHORD DO BAHUT DARD HO RAHA HAI (LEAVE ME IT IS HURTING   
ME)," I yelled trying to get out from under him. . 

"Soon it'll be okay," he said without missing a stroke. 

I was sure he had torn the entrance of my choot. I put my hand down. I felt some 
liquid drip on my fingers. 

"OH FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP. LOOK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU HAVE 
MADE MY CHOOT BLEED," I yelled, showing him my blood stained fingers. It 
did not move him. 

"The choot of every girl bleeds when fucked for the first time," he said lightly 
dismissing my concern. 

I bore the pain for few minutes. When I couldn't take it any more I begged, "Bas 
karo ab bahut chod liya. Kal aur chod lena (You have fucked me enough now. 
You can fuck me more tomorrow)." 

Ali laughed. 

"Pagli lardki, abhi tau maine chodena shuru hee kiya hai (Foolish girl, I have just 
started to fuck you)," he said pumping my choot, "Aaj humari suhaagraat hai 
main tujhe kam se kam chaar baari chodunga (It is our wedding night. I am going 
to fuck you at least four times)."

I cursed my luck and lay groaning. Ali continued to pound my choot with 
merciless strokes. 

Suddenly I felt a pleasant sensation in my choot. The feeling got better with each 
stroke. 

"OH ALI," I moaned in delight. 

"Kyon ab mazza aa raha hai? (Are you enjoying yourself now?)" Ali laughed as 
he rammed his cock in and out of my cunt.

"Haan, bahut achcha lag raha hai (Yes, it is heavenly)," I moaned as I felt his 
cock go in and out of my choot and his balls slapping my ass.

He chuckled and continued to fuck my tight choot sometimes with gentle strokes 
and then with hard strokes. 

"Y...HES! Y...HES!" I screamed in beat with his thrusts. 

Soon my hips started to move in rhythm of his in and out strokes. The sensation 
in my choot reached its peak.  My body arched. I threw back my head. 

"Y...HES, Y...HES FASTER ALI FASTER OH OHHHH Y...HESSSSS 
Y...HESSSSSSSS," I shouted and fell back on the bed gasping for breadth. 

Ali's movements were getting jerky, and his strokes shorter and more forceful. 
Suddenly Ali grunted loudly and I felt something warm falling inside my choot for 
the first time in my life. He lay on top of me till his cock became soft. Then pulling 
out his limp cock out of my choot he rolled off and lay panting beside me.  

I closed my eyes to savor the intense feeling I had just felt. I was enjoying the 
new glow in my body and the tingling feeling in my choot when I heard a soft 
snore. I opened my eyes. I noticed to my disappointment that Ali had drifted off to 
sleep. 

"Ali, aapne kaha tha ki aaj humari suhaag raat hai aur aap mujhe char baar 
chodoge lakin aap mujhe ek baari he chod ke so gaye (Ali, you said today is our 
wedding night and you'll fuck me four time but you're sleeping after fucking me 
only once)," I said shaking him awake. 

"Lagta hai humari begum ko chudai bahut achchi lagi (It seems my bride has 
enjoyed her first fuck)," Ali laughed. 

I blushed and hid my face in his broad chest. Then he pushed me on my back 
and entered me. 

"AAHhhh," I moaned as his cock went up my choot.

"CUT," Kris shouted. 

"Kris, what have you done? I was going to fuck Selma again," Ali chuckled. 

"I've only stopped the cameras and not you. We are going downstairs to prepare 
the next scene but you can continue to fuck her if you want," Kris said laughing.

We all adjourned to the hall on the ground floor. Ali and Selma, fully dressed, 
joined us few minutes later. 

"Ali, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Maine socha ki tha ki tum Selma ko phir chod 
rahe hoge (Ali, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to fuck Selma 
again)," I asked with a naughty smile. 

"C'est la vie (So is life)," he muttered ambiguously. 

Before I could probe further, Kris said, "Okay guys, are we ready to shoot?" 

"Yeah," we all said.

"In the next scene Selma and Mary continue their conversation over a cup of 
tea," Kris said, "All ready? Okay! ACTION!"

Scene 11: 

Selma and Mary are talking. 
Place: Mr. Singh's kitchen. 
Time: Late afternoon.

"Did Ali fuck you four times that night as he had promised?" Mary giggled.

"Oh yes," Selma said, "Thereafter he fucked me every night. I was very happy. I 
became pregnant in the eighth month of my marriage. Ali kept fucking me as best 
he could without putting our child in danger." 

"After the baby was born he commenced to fuck me again but complained that 
my choot had become very lose. I told him that the childbirth is responsible for it 
and not me. After six months he wanted to fuck me in my asshole." 

"Haan, Mary, woh haramzada meri gaand maarna chahata tha (Yes, Mary, that 
bastard wanted to fuck me in my asshole). I flatly refused. In the next six months 
he begged and pleaded but I didn't relent." 

"One night when we were in bed he said, turning me forcefully on my face, 
"Haramzadi, aaj dekhta hoon tu apni gaand  kaisse bachati hai (Bitch, today I'll 
see how you will save your asshole)." 

I fought him off. He was stronger but my gaand (asshole) was on stake. "Aur tau 
sab mujhe apni gaand maarne deti hain phir tu kyon nahin maanti (Why don't you 
let me fuck you in your asshole when all others have no objection)," he said 
trying to inset his cock in my gaand (asshole). 

Allah only knows from where I got the strength. I not only fought him off but also 
threw him out of the house. "Haramzade, agar tu phir yahan aaya tau main tera 
laurda kaat ke usska achar dalungi (You bastard, if you ever come here again 
then I'll cut off your cock pickle it)," I shouted brandishing a sharp knife.

"Tu Ali ko gaand marne deti. Iss main harz he kya hai (You should have let Ali 
fuck you in your asshole. There is no harm in it)," Mary said. 

"Kya keh rahi hai tu? Aisse lagta hai ki tere malik ne teri gaand maari hai (What 
are you saying? It seems that your master has already fucked you in your 
asshole)," Selma said. Mary blushed and nodded. 

"You didn't tell me. Unhone teri gaand kab maari? (When did he fuck you in your 
asshole?)" Selma asked. 

"I'll tell you after you have finished your story," Mary said. 

"No, you tell me first. I'll finish my story later," Selma said. 

"Promise," Mary said looking obliquely at her. 

"Yes, cross my heart," Selma said crossing her heart. 

"Malik, ne meri gaand pahele din he maari (Master fucked me in the asshole on 
the very first day)," Mary said starting her story, "We fucked, sucked and licked 
the whole day. We rested in between only to recharge our batteries. 

At ten that night, he said, "Mary, bring some oil in a small bowl." I immediately 
obeyed. 

"CUT," Kris said, "It quite late. Let's call it a day. We'll continue tomorrow at ten. 
Good night." 

Next day to Kris's surprise we were ready to shoot at ten sharp.

"Saheb, are you ready? Iss scene main tu ne Amita ki gaand maarni hai (In this 
scene you have to fuck Amita in her asshole)." 

"I am ready," I replied.

Scene 12: 

Mr. Singh and Amita, as the thirteen-year-old Mary, are naked in bed.
Place: Mr. Singh's bedroom 
Time: Ten p.m.

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked giving him the bowl. 

"I'll apply it on your asshole to make it slippery then fuck it," he said, "Get on all 
fours and place your head on the pillow." 

I obeyed. I got on my knees and placed my head on the pillow. My asshole was 
in the air and at my master's disposal. He dipped his fingers in the oil and started 
applying it on my asshole. 

"Oww," I groaned as he suddenly inserted one finger inside my asshole. He 
continued to grease my asshole. 

"Oww," I groaned as he introduced his second finger in my rear orifice. He 
greased my rear entrance and rotated his fingers in it. 

"Ohh, master, it feels so nice," I moaned. 

He placed the bowl aside and taking a firm grip of my hips placed his cock on my 
puckered hole. "Mary, are you ready?" he asked. 

"Yes, master," I said. 

He pressed. It started to hurt. 

"MASTER IT IS HURTING," I shouted. He did not reply. I felt the pressure 
increasing. 

"STOP MASTER STOP IT ISSS HUUURRRTTTTTIIIINNNNGGGG," I screamed. 

"It hurts a little the first time," he replied. His cock kept up the pressure. I felt my 
asshole opening. 

"AAAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," I screamed when my sphincter 
snapped open and master's cock buried itself deep inside my asshole till his 
pubic hair tickled my ass. "

"NIKALO, NIKALO APNA LAURDA MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO. BAHUT 
DARD HO RAHI HAI (TAKE OUT YOUR COCK FROM MY ASSHOLE. IT IS 
VERY PAINFUL)," I shouted. 

"Relax, the pain will soon subside," he said starting the in and out motion.

"JESUS, WHAT HAVE I GOT INTO," I complained to myself. 

"Is it still very painful?" master asked after a few in and out strokes. 

"No, it is much better now," I replied truthfully. 

He continued to move his cock slowly in and out of my asshole and 
simultaneously rubbed my choot. 

"OH," I groaned with each inward movement of my cock. He continued to fuck my 
asshole with steady strokes. 

"OH MASTER," I moaned after sometime. 

"You are enjoying it now, aren't you?" master asked.  

"HAAN, BAHUT MAZAA AA RAHA HAI (YES, IT IS VERY NICE)," she moaned 
loudly. 

He increased the speed of his in and out movement and stroked me harder and 
faster. 

"OH MASTER, FASTER, Y...HESS Y...HEESSS. HARDER MASTER HARDER. 
OH OH OHHHHH I AMMM COOMMMIIINNNNGGGGG," I screamed. Just then I 
felt his spurts of cum falling inside my rear tube.

"Oh master, it was wonderful," I panted cuddling up to him. After some time I fell 
asleep. 

"CUT," Kris said, "Amita, your role is over and you can change. Mary, Selma we 
will shoot your scene in ten minutes." 

SCENE 13: 

Mary and Selma talking about their love life over a cup of tea. 
Place: Mr. Singh's kitchen. 
Time: Late afternoon.

"I don't believe it. Tujhe apni gaand marwana achcha laga (You enjoyed being 
fucked in the asshole)," Selma said incredulously. 

"That is why I told you that you should have let your husband fuck you in your 
asshole," Mary said. 

"Whatever the attraction I'd never let a man stick his cock into my asshole," 
Selma said. 

"Do whatever you like. It is your asshole," Mary giggled, "Okay, you threw your 
husband out then who fucked you?" 

"For three long years no one fucked me," Selma said, "then…"  

"What was the problem? (Tu kissi mard se anken mila leti aur woh tujhe kushi se 
chod deta (All you had to do was make eyes at some male and he would have 
been happy to fuck you)," Mary giggled interrupting Selma. 

"Hai Allah, I couldn't do that," Selma said catching both her ears, "I was a married 
woman." 

"Okay, then what happened?" Mary asked. 

"Then one late evening Ali's younger brother, Akhtar, who had come to town for 
some work, came to the house and wanted to stay in the house. I told him that he 
couldn't stay because we had separated," I said continuing her story. 

"Bhabi (brother's wife), it is already dark," he said, "Please let me stay here 
tonight. I'll look for alternate accommodation tomorrow." 

"Okay, but you must leave at dawn," I replied taking pity at him. 

"He bathed and changed while I cooked dinner for both of us. Then he took out a 
bottle of country liquor. 

"Would you like some?" he said offering me some liquor. 

"Not now thank you," I said, "I am cooking."

"Now I'll try some," I said when I had finished cooking. 

"Do you know where Ali has gone?" Akhtar said pouring me a glass. 

"I've heard that he is staying with Roza, a widow, and her daughter," I replied.

"I know Roza," Akhtar chuckled, "she is from our village and moved to town after 
she lost her husband. Ali used to fuck her before he got married." 

"Maine sunna hai ki woh Roza aur usski beti ko saath saath chodeta hai (I have 
heard that he fucks Roza and her daughter together)," I said drunkenly. This was 
the first time I was drinking alcohol and it had begun to tell. 

"It is very possible. Ali could always make Roza agree to anything," Akhtar 
chuckled. 

"Maine yeh bhi sunna hai ki woh haramzada undono ki gaand bhi maarta hai (I 
have heard that the bastard is fucking both of them in their assholes also)," I said 
gulping down my glass and asking for more. 

"I can believe that because Ali was always fond of fucking assholes," he said, 
"Gaon main Ali hamare pardosi ke lardke, Salim, ki gaand maarta tha (In the 
village Ali used to bugger Salim, the son of our neighbor)," Akhtar chuckled. 

"How do you know all this?" I asked. 

"Once he offered me Roza's choot and Salim's gaand (asshole)," he laughed. 

"Did you accept the offer," I asked. 

"Maine Roza ko tau kai baar choda lekin Salim ki gaad kabhi nahin maari (I 
fucked Roza many times but never buggered Salim)," he replied.

"It is time to go to bed. Akhtar, come let me show you your bed," I said getting to 
my feet unsteadily. 

"Akhtar got up and followed me. I was drunk and couldn't think straight. Akhtar 
resembled my husband very much. For a minute I thought my husband had 
come back. I was feeling very horny. My mind stopped working. I lay down on the 
bed and pulled Akhtar on top of me. Akhtar didn't waste any time. He lifted my 
sari and rammed his cock inside my horny choot." Selma said.

"Oh bhabi, your choot is so tight," Akhtar said moving his cock in and out of my 
cock.  

"Yours' is the first cock that has entered my choot in three years," I moaned. 

He continued to fuck me with long measured strokes. 

"Oh Ali, your cock feels sooo good," I moaned. 

He gripped my buttocks tightly and kept thrusting furiously in and out of my 
choot. 

"OH ALI, FUCK ME HARD. MAKE MINCE MEAT OUT OF MY CHOOT. 
HARDER ALI FASTER," I screamed moving my hips up and down in rhythm of 
his stokes. 

He was fucking me faster and harder. Soon he was about to cum as his strokes 
became shorter and harder. 

"Y...HES ALI THAT IS THE WAY. OH I AM ABOUT TO CUM. DO NOT STOP. 
GO ON OH OHHHH I AMMM CUMMMMMMMINNNNGGGGGGGGG," I shouted 
and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. 

Few strokes later Akhtar pushed his cock deep inside my choot and started to 
spurt his seed at the mouth of my womb. When he had finished cumming he 
rolled off. 

"Oh Akhtar, you were fantastic," I panted kissing him. 

"Oh bhabi, it was so lovely," he said kissing me back, "Only you called me Ali not 
Akhtar." 

"Did I? You don't mind, do you?" I said blushing. 

"Not at all," he laughed.

"Oh Mary, that night we fucked and fucked till it was dawn. Next morning Akhtar 
wanted to go for work but I didn't let him. For three day and nights we only 
fucked. On the fourth day I let him out so that he may finish his work. Then he 
stayed for three more days. Oh it was lovely," Selma said. 

"Did Akhtar fuck you regularly?" Mary asked. 

"No, few months later he got married and never visited me again," Selma said. 

"What a pity," Mary said, "Did anyone else fuck you?" 

"Oh yes but they were one night stands to further my interests," Selma said. 

"What do you mean?" Mary asked. 

"The houseboy of a customer was opposing a price increase that I desperately 
needed so I let him fuck me couple of times. Once a watchman wouldn't let me 
enter a building to canvass for work so I fucked him. I am very fond of flowers 
and whenever I want flowers I fuck the gardener etc.," Selma tittered. 

"Selma, tell me who is fucking you nowadays," Mary said. 

"I tell you on my word of honor that no one has fucked me in the last two years," 
Selma said. 

"Mere malik se chudwayegi? (Will you like my master to fuck you)," Mary giggled. 

"Your master must be fucking beautiful ladies of the Society and won't even look 
at the lowly choot of a poor dhobin (laundry woman)," Selma said. 

"What does that mean yes or no?" Mary asked before Selma could reply Mr. 
Singh peeped into the kitchen and said, "Mary, I would like a hot cup of tea in my 
room." 

"Yes, master," Mary said, "Selma, now you go. We'll continue our conversation 
some other day." Selma left. 

"Who was that pretty friend of yours?" Mr. Singh asked Mary as she handed him 
a steaming cup of tea. 

"She is our dhobin (laundry woman)," Mary said. 

"She is very pretty," Mr. Singh said, "She has big boobs." 

"Would you like to fuck her?" Mary tittered. 

"Of course, her big tits attract me," Mr. Singh said. 

"She has not had a cock in her choot in two years," Mary giggled. 

"Even better," Mr. Singh chuckled, "Will she agree to let me fuck her?" 

Mary then told Mr. Singh Selma's story, finishing with, "She didn't say no when I 
asked her."  

"That is no problem I know what to do," Mr. Singh chuckled. 

"Shall I call her tomorrow?" Mary asked. 

"No, I'll tell you when to call her," Mr. Singh said. 

"CUT," Kris said, "Lets stop for today. We'll start at ten tomorrow." 

It was not too late and the girls were not in a hurry to go home. We sat around 
relaxing and talking. 

"I think I'll go and check if we require any retakes tomorrow," Kris said leaving. 

"My, am I tired," Mary said stretching. 

"Have a drink," I said, "I'll join you." 

"Okay, a small one for me," Mary said. 

"Saheb, I like mine large like my cocks," Meera giggled. 

"What about you girls?" I said. 

"No thanks, I don't drink," Madhu said, "I get myself a coke." 

"Get me one also," Amita said. 

"A large whisky and soda for me," Anita said. 

"Selma, what about you?" Meera asked. 

"I think I'll go home and rest. I'm also very tired like Mary," Selma said, "Ali, will 
you drop me?" 

"What is the hurry? The scene requiring practice is over, isn't it?" Mary giggled. 

"You girls are the limit. I'm tired that's all," Selma said, "Ali, let's go." 

"Selma, wait," Kris said, "listen to this before you go." 

Suddenly Selma's voice boomed in the room, "Ali, abhi nahin. Kal ki terah ghar 
pahunch ke saari raat chodna (Ali, not now. When we reach home then like 
yesterday you can fuck me all night)." 

"As you want," Ali said. 

"Don't tell them anything," Selma said. 

"Don't worry, I won't," Ali confirmed. 

Everyone laughed and Selma's face turned beetroot red. 

"KRIS, YOU BASTARD," Selma said throwing him an angry look. 

"Selma, I apologize. It was to demonstrate how sensitive our sound system is 
and to warn you all that everything you say is being recorded," Kris said, "Go 
home and fuck as much as you want but I want you fresh as a rose tomorrow 
morning." 

Next day we assembled at ten and were ready to shoot at eleven. 


End of part 5.

To be continued…



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