IMPORTANT: This is only a fantasy. No harm intended to anyone.
Rati and Amisha become a hotshot director's sluts for his favours.
This story features yesteryear sexy heroine and today's' glam-mom, Rati Agnihotri and today's cutie-pie actress Amisha Patel. This is my first celebrity story and first story in the Indian atmosphere. Please send your feedback.
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I recognized Rati the moment she walked into my big, spacious drawing-room, she had been a pretty unforgettable sexy little thing in her time and she was still nothing to scoff at, as she walked with that sexy lilting gait that made her transparent, yellow saree swish between her legs so provocatively, making me wonder if she was wearing anything under that thin, blue-flower-printed saree. Her blouse was even sexier, just a small, thin bra-size blouse in golden, sparkling style, with thin invisible straps that left her perfectly round shoulders on display and the v-neck showed more cleavage than it hid. As she came effortlessly into my arms and I put my right hand on her back I realized the blouse was nothing but a thin strip at the bottom and same thin straps crossing each other, the fabric was so thin I could feel her nipples pressing on my chest. A bra was out of the question in that tiny blouse, I caressed her bare back and put my other hand on her bare waist, feeling her soft flesh with my warm hands as she moaned with pleasure hugging me back with the same intensity. Then her lips were on my and she was kissing me wantonly, to which I replied by pushing my tongue into her mouth and sucking her soft wet tongue hungrily. I deliberately kept my hand away from her well-rounded ass and concentrated on kissing her back with a fervour that would have her begging for mercy. She grabbed my butt with her hand and pushed her crotch into my cock and I got my question answered that she was not wearing anything at all under that saree as I felt her tight pussy slit rubbing on my rapidly hardening cock. That's what I wanted to know, she did want something from me.
Finally, after sucking each other's mouth for more than 3 minutes we broke the kiss. "Hi, Rati" I said
"Hi, Sexy" She replied breathlessly.
I escorted her to the nearest couch with my hand on her bare waist and before she sat down I moved my hand to her round ass and found it nice and firm as I squeezed her soft ass cheek. She sat down very close to me, I could not only feel her soft body and its heat, but also her heady perfume was exciting me putting thoughts in mind of hot long fucking sessions and hard earth-shaking orgasms. But first I wanted to know what was on her mind.
Her thigh was pressing against mine and my right hand was on her bare back, caressing, pressing gently. She leaned into me and licked my ear, softly pulling at my earlobe as she whispered, "I want to present something to you."
"Uh, huh, bring it on!" I said playing with her thin strap on her back.
"Come on in, baby" She called out.
I recognized her daughter also. Amisha had been a one-movie star very recently. After giving a one super-duper hit movie she had unfortunately not been able to repeat that in subsequent movies. A fact, that a hot-shot director like me could change. No girl that I had directed had ever failed to become the sensation of Bollywood. All this went through my mind in a flash as this lovely young dark-haired beauty entered with her long legs exposed in that light greenish dress, reaching about 3 inches below her pussy, thin invisible straps that met behind her neck were keeping the dress together, the plunging neckline giving a nice, deep insight into the valley between her perky tits, I could see her nipples poking through the dress which said several things, the dress was thin, it was very tight, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were hard.
Moving gracefully with long, sexy and bare legs, she came to stand before me and said in a sugar-sweet voice, "Hello sir!"
My hand was still on Rati's bare back, now she leaned to me again so her soft breast was pressing on my side, put her hand on my thigh really close to my hard rod trapped in my pants, and whispered in my ear, "She's all yours, to do as you please!"
Ok, now things were more clear. I knew what they wanted, stardom for Amisha, and they knew what I'd take and they were ready to strike a bargain if I was willing. Sweet!
I stood up, eyes taking stock of this young, gorgeous girl, with black eyes and pouty lips, I put one hand on her shoulder near her neck, caressing her soft skin gently, and then trailed a finger slowly down her bare chest to rest it between her full breasts trapped in that tight dress. Her tits were pressed together so my finger was touching both her tits as it stayed wedged there, I pulled softly, making her lean towards me and leaned forward to slowly lick her soft full lips with my tongue entering her mouth for a quick lick. She was sooooo honey-sweet.
"Turn around"
"Yes, sir" She very obediently turned around and then put her hands on her knees at my next command. As I had thought, the dress left her whole back bare, right up to the ass, except for her silky soft, black hair hanging loose on her back. I lifted them in one hand and let them drop down in front over her left shoulder. Then I could freely caress her bare back, touch the soft skin with my rough demanding fingers, rubbing her spine with my thumbs, my fingers squeezing her soft flesh. My hands moved slowly down her body, on her bare waist, then her tight, firm ass, clad in that thin, soft, tight dress. The dress was so short I could feel the bottoms of her ass cheeks bare with my fingers as I squeezed her tight firm ass, pulling those perfect round buttocks apart a little. She moaned a little, and then a little more when she felt my thick long finger entering her soft, tight pussy hole. I looked at Rati, "She's wet!". "Well, she's a very excitable girl." She replied calmly.
