Shilpa Shetty came to the scene much longer that I had. She wasn't a very close friend, but I'd heard it from the grapevine that she was hot, AC/DC and willing to try anything. It was Sameera Reddy who put it to her silently one day.
Actually, I wanted Sameera to continue in my next fantasy. Or to be more precise, it was Christina's fantasy. But Sam had to go to Switzerland for a shoot and regretfully told me that she couldn't make it.
Shilpa is quite tall, has a knockout figure and like me, has gorgeous breasts. She has long legs, a very small waist and wide shoulders.
I had given her a brief synopsis of my script and a detailed one to Harry. They had flipped.
"Gosh! Just reading it is giving me the hots," Shilpa had gushed. "Just say when!"
When Harry learnt that he would get to make it with Shilpa, he flipped.
"You mean that Shilpa Shetty?"
I laughed. "Yes, that one. The one with the great big tits."
"When?" he asked, excitement evident in his voice.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"I read the script, Mal. You sure you want to go through this?"
"Of course I do, Harry. I didn't show you my game room for nothing," I replied.
"Have you ever got into that kind of stuff?"
"Questions, questions," I sighed. "No, Harry. I just furnished it yesterday.
"So, tomorrow afternoon?"
"One PM to be precise. Follow the same instructions with the security."
Shilpa arrived ten minutes before he did. She was wearing a figure-hugging outfit. The skirt, it's waistband below the navel, molded with her curves and the blouse, which was more of a halter, was so low in front, I swear that when she bent down, it revealed her large areole.
"You are looking cute, Mal," she said, lowering gracefully on the couch. It was the same couch that Sameera had sat upon when I had feasted on her succulent cunt.
I was in a one-piece skimpy dress, zipped at the side. I was wearing a tiny bra because the dress wasn't tight enough to hold my breasts bunched up. The bra pushed up my breasts and the cleavage was very, very prominent.
"Thank you, Shilpa. I must say you are doing better in the looks department yourself."
She giggled, accepting the drink I handed over to her before taking my place beside her.
As we sipped our drinks, I was not only aware of her breasts protruding half out of her blouse, but I also couldn't help but notice her creamy, smooth thighs under the skirt.
"So, what's great about this guy?" she asked.
"The greatest thing is that he isn't great," I replied, laughing. "He is really a nobody and you wouldn't look at him twice. He fucks very nicely and lasts as long as you want him to after he spills his load the first time. Besides," I added, staring unabashedly at her breasts, "he is a tit-man"
"Oh wow! Aren't they all? I have this producer who insists on fucking my tits every two hours whenever we are together. Just my tits, though! Never goes for my pussy, although, he likes to finish off in my mouth."
I was feeling the heat spread through my body. That session with Sameera had aroused in me the instincts of reacting sexually to a sexy woman. And boy, is Shilpa hot! I could feel my pussy getting wet by just looking at her and hearing her talk.
I could smell the perfume she was wearing: a heady, intoxicating perfume, something like sandal.
I also liked her openness and the honesty with which she spoke about her relationship with the producer of her current film.
"So, what else does Harry do? Gosh, is that his real name?"
I laughed. "No. It's Hari and he is talented. He eats pussy like divine. And after he blows the first time, you could suck his cock or let it fuck you anywhere you like till you are really satiated. He is like that. He likes to satisfy a woman."
"That's great! Those kinds of people are dwindling. Most guys just want to get their rocks off and they aren't concerned with what happens to the woman. They think that if they can keep their cocks going for as long as possible, they have done the job. They forget that we girls too need a lot of foreplay. And that, besides the standard routine of coming when a cock is drilling our cunts, we too like to come in other ways."
"Look Shilpa, let me tell you something. I figure we can start our games after we make him come the first time. That way, he is bound to last a lot longer."
"You really want to play these games, Mal?" she queried, looking into my eyes.
There it goes again, I thought.
"C'mon, Shilpa, I think I have already told you that. I want to experience as much variations as possible before my time is up, if you know what I mean."
She laughed. It was a good, long and a sexy laugh that came from deep within her.
"Okay, Mal. Maybe I would want to get into a game myself. For now, gosh, I don't want to bear discomfort and pain. But I would give anything to get myself off…"
The bell interrupted us and winking at her, I rose off the couch and walked to the door, emphasizing my cat-like walk, aware that her eyes were on me. Sam had really gotten into me and I couldn't believe that I was desperately trying to impress another woman with my sexuality and body.
I opened the door to admit Harry. He was dressed in a striped buttons down shirt tucked inside dark brown trousers. He smiled widely when he saw me.
I smiled back and allowed him to push past me, letting my breasts brush his arm.
As I closed and locked the door, I could hear Harry draw his breath in sharply.
"Wow!" he exclaimed in a low voice, which I doubt Shilpa could have heard.
I turned around, took his hand and led him to the couch.
"This is Shilpa. Shilpa, meet Harry."
He was red-faced when he shook her hand, but his eyes were fastened to her cleavage, drifting down to her creamy thighs.
