This story involves some celebrities. The purpose of this story is only entertainment. No harm is intended to anyone.
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Generally I prefer to wallow in luxury in my large, spacious Bombay mansion with my private harem of sexy starlet slaves. That is the reason that I rarely venture out of the city even though I am not afraid of flying like some other celebrities.
But I had to admit these pagaent people had not given me cause for complaint so far, the suite was a spacious penthouse, with a nice view and the luxuries to match. I had brought Amisha and Katrina with me as my secretaries.
The pagaent was going to start tomorrow. Miss India, always a prestigious title and one that could make a girl not only rich but also successful, reason for envy. What made it even more competitive this year was the fact that the first place winner would not only get the crown but also the lead role in two of my forthcoming movies. Subject to my approval, of course. Reason to kill for. Out of the other 3 judges one was a star heroine who had been one of my sluts at one time, and the other 2 guys had been my assistant directors one time or other though they were successful directors in their own right now. What it all boiled down to was that when the chips were down, I could crown any lucky girl the latest Miss India. And don't think I didn't realize this when all the organizers and the contestants were being extra-sugary-nice to me all this time during the city tour and all such non-sense. Tomorrow the individual interviews will start. But right now this was time to relax...
Amisha was perched on the arm of my sofa chair, attired in a small teddy that left her back all bare except for two thin spaghetti straps and ended just below her pussy. It was black but totally transparent so her big boobs, her nice erect nipples and her pussy were all visible and accessible. Especially her pussy in the position she was sitting, with right leg on the sofa arm and the left on my thigh, so her legs were open and her pussy lips so nice and inviting.
She was holding my drink in her right hand with her left around my shoulders, one of her soft tits pressing on my right shoulder. Her job was to put the glass to my lips whenever I wanted while my hands were busy in the more important and delightful task of playing with her body. My right caressing her soft back, in the thin, almost non-existent teddy and my left resting on her inner thigh, just below her pussy, caressing with soft irregular strokes that were heating up her tight, hot pussy as was evident from her moans. As I leaned in to lick between her gorgeous tits in her generous cleavage, I could see a definite glistening on her pussy slit.
Just then the doorbell rang. Since Amisha was being used, it became Katrina's duty to open the door. But she looked to me, presumably on account of her attire. She was wearing a small stretch denim tube top that only covered the middle part of her tits and stretch denim blue shorts that were so tight and so short that the back seam was pressed in her ass crack and the front was outlining her pussy lips clearly. They were low rise so the start of her ass crack was visible and from the short bottoms also her ass cheeks were hanging out. And of course, no panties or bra were possible in such skimpy, skin tight clothes even if permitted to wear my sluts any undies.
So she paused to see if I would order her to throw on a robe or order her to open the door as she was. When I nodded, she simply walked out of the room to see who was desirous of an audience at 10 O'clock at night. Presently she returned with our visitor. Sushmita Sen, one of contestants, and one of the favourite ones actually. A lot of people thought she was going to the next Miss India.
The dress she was wearing was a white sprinkly-shiny, halter straps that joined behind her neck and widened a little to press her soft tits, her back totally bare, ending unevenly on one leg on mid-thigh and on the other leg just below her waist. The below waist part was translucent enough to show that she was not wearing panties, when she moved and the dress stuck to her legs. She moved towards me with a sexy smile, putting one leg ahead of the other, so that the dress stuck to her sexy thigh and outlined her private parts in a very seductive way.
Keeping my right hand on Amisha's bare back I extended my left. It was up to her to shake it with her left or right. She did neither. Instead she moved in, wrapping her slim slinky body in my extended arm and hugging me tight, with her soft boobs pressing on my chest she caressed my cheek with her soft cheek and kissed me nicely on the cheek with her tongue coming out to lick my cheek briefly. "Hello sir", she breathed seductively.
She kept her body presses against mine, giving me a nice boob massage on the chest, giving me ample time to rub her bare back from the neck down to her soft waist. Then finally I said, "Sit down, doll."
"Mmmm, thank you, I thought you'd never ask."
Moving gracefully and without and without any hesitation she slid her sexy ass on my lap, sitting sideways backing up her bare back into my left hand and putting her right hand on my shoulder. The halter dress was cut generously low in the neck and presented her sexy, soft, pressed-together tits right in my face. I took my right hand off of Amisha's back to hold one of the soft boobs into my hand, caressing the bare tit top through the low-cut neck opening. I fondled the soft tomato, squeezing it gently, "Nice pair!" I commented.
"All yours!" She offered. Mmmmmmmmmmm, that was nice!
I squeezed the soft globe harder in my big hand and she responded by burying her lips on the side of my neck and sucking hungrily. Suddenly I got up and walked to the bar to refill my glass. She groaned in despair. Who said I wasn't a tease.
There was a knock on the door just as I was putting the bottle back. Me being the closest to the door I just reached over and pulled the door open.
The girl that entered was a vision of loveliness - big green eyes, dark black hair kissing her right cheek as it rested on her shoulder, round shoulders encased in a see-through reddish jacket ending just above her waist, gorgeous full breasts spilling over the tight, tiny top, the color of the top was pinkish-reddish and the fabric looked like it was made of blades of straw. The one-piece dress ended on her thighs just barely covering her pussy and from there on there were just two long, shapely legs ending in high heels that strapped up her calves, "fuck me shoes" I think they are called. Her name was Aishwarya Rai, I knew, another favourite with the crowds.
"Delicious!" was my one word comment on this paradise in a girl's body.
"Hungry?" she asked with a candid smile and a twinkle in her sexy, green eyes.