Hey everyone, I'm open to more ideas and suggestions to continue my stories, this is my last story as of now.
Thank you for the input on my previous stories. I realize my errors, and have made efforts to improve!
Hope you enjoy, and please leave some suggestions, comments, or reviews if you wish to! I appreciate valid criticism.
I still don't have a perfect category for this, but bear with me until I change the storyline or something in that fashion.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
Roshni was the typical Indian housewife, a mother to a beautiful 10 year old son.
However, she was an exception to conventional society. She was divorced, and had full custody of her baby boy, separated from her husband a few months ago. Their marriage was on the rocks for a long time, and they finally made the decision, having an amicable split despite the custody battle.
With her liberation came a change in her mindset. She was never a sexual person, having grown up in a conservative family all her life, letting her husband take the lead in bed, all of those 2 mins. She never browsed porn on the net, and didn't even know that she was experiencing pathetically sub standard sex. Her husband had never taken the care to even lick her out, nor take the effort to please her, ever. Always rolling over a minute into their 'love making', never once giving her an orgasm their entire marriage, and she didn't even know what one felt like.
Finally free of her somber relationship, whenever her child was tucked in bed, she decided to make a change, now eagerly passing the time by looking at an assortment of porn videos, and she found herself in awe at the content available on the internet. It truly opened her eyes, in every sense of the word. Over time, she especially loved watching interracial and cheating wives' movies, with these topics exciting her like never before.
She was still too conservative to go out actively looking for some dick, even though her recent endeavors had awakened her desires, and contented herself by jerking off on the internet for now.
Now, coming to Roshni. She was an absolute knockout, and she couldn't even hide her voluptuous plump MILF figure under her conservative clothing. Her beautiful tits were humongous, a supple 34DD, and though pretty saggy owing to her years, were still big enough to wrap any enthusiastic mouth or dick around them for hours. Her huge brown nipples were highly sensitive as well, and unknown to her, they could even be used to bring her to orgasm if manipulated at the hands of an experienced man.
Her ass was plump and tight, and her rigorous yoga and gym routine ensured that, her hip thrusts getting better with time. It was hugged deliciously by her leggings, and was a delectable sight when she was out on her morning runs, drawing the eyes of every jogger she breezed past by. They were in the shape of a heart, and even caused her delicious cunt lips to pop out from behind, encouraging most joggers to keep pace behind her. She had long brown hair, with caramel highlights, a common case when it came to most westernized brown women, and she wore it long, like most Indian women. They touched her mid back, and her strands were naturally wavy and silky. She wore it free most of the time, wanting people to know she was unmarried, and it framed her face beautifully, fanning out behind her, coming down in waves. While she was working out, she always clipped it up, drawing her silky tresses into a high ponytail, and then the only thing differentiating from a westerner was the color of her skin, her boobs jiggling up and down all through her run, her ass swaying erotically all the time.
She had an ethereal facial structure, blessed with good genes, her cheekbones narrow, but not too hollow. Her forehead was not too huge, and she used subtle makeup regularly to accentuate her features. Her eyes were a radiant brown, reflecting her recent happiness. She had huge pouty lips, and only increased their allure by often coating their soft flesh with heavy red lipstick, the only 'slutty' element to her overall attire.
Despite her looks and abundant goods, she never bore them to the public, always dressing modestly, in saris and sets of salwar kameez, making sure to buy dupattas and pallus that would cover her heaving breasts, which still showed enough of her goods, despite her best efforts.
And lastly, her pussy. The dream of many of her school friends, once upon a time, and still the dream of many of her workmates. Immediately after her ventures into porn and the ending of her marriage, she made the courageous decision to shave her pussy hair, which literally resembled a jungle. A taboo in her society, she had never dared to experiment with her pubes, and always presented herself as such to her husband, a dutiful wife. However, she was enraptured with her idea of a woman unleashed, and decided this would be the first radical to step to achieving that. Her pussy flesh and lips were now devoid of even 1 strand of hair, and it was clean like a baby, allowing for unobstructed access to her inner folds. A situation that her nimble fingers made amazing use of. Her clit was like a big button, and her g sport remained untouched, hence, she didn't even know of the pleasure she could receive.
In other words, she wanted the whole world to know she was out to hunt, and ready to mingle.
She had been working at a construction firm for 4 years now, based as a financial analyst, drawing a comfortable salary, more than enough to save and support her son at the same time. He had one weekly visit with his father, and she had no problem with that, as long as she didn't meet him.
However, even though she was at a good position in her life, she wanted something more. She was financially sorted, and wanted to take some risks, and truly live the life of a single woman.
These were just thoughts, and she had done nothing till now to materialize them.
Until today. Browsing her LinkedIn, she came across an open position, and felt like her jaw dropped to the floor. Literally. It advertised for a script writer, but that was not the terrifying part.
'Want to be a script writer for India's first ever premier Porn studio? Submit your application here!' and just like that, Everly Studios, the company popped up.
The features and amenities provided were exorbitant, and the pay sounded too good to be true. She knew that porn stars got paid heavily, guiltily remembering how she knew the information, having watched so many casting couch videos, secretly acknowledging it was a fantasy of hers to undergo such a screening.
And that fact fed into her, pulling her to open the job application, skimming over its perks. It looked like a great job, leave aside the perverse nature of it and the taboo mentality associated with such a company and position, but she was now a changed woman, and her mind was already made up. She was going to submit herself as a candidate, it wouldn't hurt to just apply anyway, she thought.
Right before attaching her resume, she flinched. There was a description at the bottom, which looked suspicious. 'In addition to a script writer, you will be made to perform many more tasks, which you will be informed of in our interview. We look forward to viewing your application!'
Thinking no more of it, she forced herself to go back to work, drawn into her tasks of the day, managing the accounts of the company. She was so busy that she forgot to check her personal mail, and swiped up her phone to check notifications only 2 hours later.
And there it was. The email from Everly studios. Hurrying to open it, she first made sure no one was walking to her office, and shockingly, even to herself, she pushed the remote, closing the blinds, and locking the door.
