The director paused for a second and noted our reactions.
Mr. Mangeskar: But the whole objective of the scene was different! I wanted to show that she was so sad and engrossed in her lover’s thoughts that she was unaware of what was happening as she walked. So there are so many angles and food for thought when a scene is captured… but these newcomers have only once track mind!
Pyaremohan: Then?
Mr. Mangeskar: Aur kya? I explained her the demand of that scene and she understood, but by that time we lost significant time. The funniest part is that – that same girl within a week’s time gave shots for me bathing in the waterfall without wearing an inner… just as Mandakini did in Ram Teri Ganga Maili. Ha ha ha…
Pyaremohan: Really!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes… so you know Anita, it’s all in the mind. Mind game you know! If you concentrate on the acting part ONLY, you will really not notice how many people are present in the set or how much your clothes are covering you etc. etc. You should only have the objective to deliver 100%. Isn’t it?
I had no other option but to nod my head after this explanation.
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, if it was a full-fledged bed scene then I could understand your hesitations as there you need to treat the male actor just like your husband or boyfriend may be because there the male actor will kiss you for prolonged period of time and will touch your body intimately and not only that in bed scenes now-a-days we prefer to have the heroine in western outfits… can you… tell you tell why Anita?
Me: Uhu… (I nodded negatively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Actually the flavor is lost… I intend to show love on screen, but what I end up with is something different! If the actress is wearing a sari, the whole concentration is on pulling off the sari, opening the hooks of the blouse, untying the petticoat knot… you know. So you know in reality the lovemaking part gets delayed.
He paused for a second again and was in the mood to explain things!
Mr. Mangeskar: But on the contrary if my heroine is wearing a skirt and a top, she looks smarter and I can maker her look hot also by varying the length of her skirt or the tightness of her top. Much simpler you know and most importantly its more comfortable for the heroine also!
Me: How? (I almost reacted very spontaneously as I was listening to him quite attentively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, just imagine you are the heroine and you are doing a steamy bed scene for me.
I was not at all prepared for a reply and immediately swallowed my own breath and looked down.
Mr. Mangeskar: Suppose in the first case you are wearing a traditional dress and the hero while making love to you first drops your pallu off your breasts, then unwraps your sari off your waist and you have to also adjust your body significantly so that he can unwrap the sari completely, then he comes back and starts opening your blouse hooks, and then he again goes down to open the knot of your petticoat… don’t you feel the whole effort would make you more embarrassed and discomfit for a prolonged period of time? And… and the lovemaking also takes a back seat all this time?
He paused a little taking a deep breath.
Mr. Mangeskar: But had you been wearing a western outfit, the whole concentration could easily be kept on lovemaking simply because your outfit would just act as a second skin! As the hero would kiss you, he could just pull up your top near the hem and caress your belly. Again he only has to slid his hand downwards just a little to pull up your skirt to caress your legs. So everything goes in one smooth motion.
Pyaremohan: Hmm.. you have a point!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have a lot of points…. Just imagine how odd it would look if in that love scene the hero presses your breasts over your blouse… but if you are wearing a top, the hero can easily slid his hand inside your top from below and produce a better effect. Do you agree Anita?
I nodded with a blushed face. The way the director was vividly explaining things, I could realize a stir within me and my nipples were responding to his “hot” talks adequately and were almost fully up inside my brassiere!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good! But Anita, once and for all, get this nailed into your head that the demand of the scene must be fulfilled. Am I clear enough?
I obviously did not want to irritate the director any more and promptly agreed.
Me: Yes, yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then guys, lets get back to business. Now for some intense action as the servant naturally is keen to touch his malkin. Anita, Anita, you will continue to be in your lying posture and exhibit resistance, and Pyaremohan-ji you will now ride Anita’s body. Okay? You balance yourself by placing your knees to her sides and sit near Anita’s belly. Clear?
Pyaremohan: Yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Now you both will get involved in some hugging and struggling… as it happens in a **** – Pyaremohan-ji will try to grab your breasts, try to kiss you, and hug you… I mean the things which are natural… and Anita, you just falsely struggle.
Me: O… okay, but please ask him to be… I mean… err… a bit decent.
Mr. Mangeskar: What rubbish! How can a **** be decent?
Me: No, no I am not saying that… I am only … I mean I only have the bra now… err… that’s why…
Mr. Mangeskar: Oh! Okay! Not to worry on that Anita, as you jolly well know that even if I want I cannot portray actual things that happens in a ****. I cannot show a full strip, which actually happens in a rape… isn’t it? So…. so, don’t worry on those. Yes, some things do happen at times… which are by no means unnatural… for example in the struggle Anita, your bra clip pops open or say by chance your nipples get exposed out of your bra... these sort of things do happen in shooting, its not that only in **** scenes, but in other bed scenes also, but… but YOU should not worry on those because that surely gets edited.
I was pretty much scared listening to him and was shocked to note the normalcy of his voice saying all these! My God! I decided to be very much careful about Mr. Pyaremohan’s moves and was of course not at all keen to expose further.
Mr. Mangeskar: Enough bla-bla… lets get back to work! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan was as usual prompt in his actions! He quickly rode my body by placing his legs to my two sides and I readily realized that he was in a very commanding position now and could practically do anything from this posture! I was quite anxious and my heart started to race seeing him in that posture right over my figure. It was just like having my husband on me though he never sits on my body like this! The first thing he did was to held my hands and raised them above my head.
Me: Hey! Stop! What… what…
I could not even complete my words as I saw him bent fully over my body. His arms were also stretched above my head (pinning my hands) and his naked chest was now pressing on my upturned breasts. Simultaneously I could feel his erect cock brushing in my waist area and without ado I realized a sexual jerk within me. He quickly took his mouth right over me and this time without a miss locked my tender lips within his thick lips. As per the director’s instruction, I tried to protest by throwing my legs in the air so that it looked real. But as Mr. Pyaremohan continued to kiss me more deeply, I was getting weaker and weaker and was rather confused what to do.
Though it was acting, as I got his “touches” directly on my body and as he planted the kiss deep in my lips, I was surely getting heated up and I was almost hugging him instead of a protest! My wet body added to the whole setting and I was undoubtedly getting enormously excited as he moved his tongue deep inside my mouth while he rhythmically pushed my pelvic area with his khada lund. Mr. Pyaremohan had a decent erection, which I could feel from the pokes he was accomplishing on the lower half of my body.
Me: Uuuuuuuu… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
I demonstrated the joy of his kissing! With each moment, he was gaining in confidence and I was losing out. Mr. Pyaremohan was now in total control of my lips sucking my saliva very energetically. Concurrently, I could realize he was gradually sliding down positioning his crotch right over my choot! I was certainly getting feebler, both mentally and physically. Still I remembered the director’s instructions and continued to throw my legs in the air to show I was protesting. My petticoat being thoroughly wet was clinging to my feet and I was finding it rather difficult to throw my legs like that.
In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh!
Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement.
Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii!
I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body.
Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help!
Me: But… but….
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say.
The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation.
Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah!
Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter!
Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…!
I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation.
My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger.
Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit)
Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding!
Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast!
Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that!
Naturally I was boiling in anger.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem?
to be continued.......
Mr. Mangeskar: But the whole objective of the scene was different! I wanted to show that she was so sad and engrossed in her lover’s thoughts that she was unaware of what was happening as she walked. So there are so many angles and food for thought when a scene is captured… but these newcomers have only once track mind!
Pyaremohan: Then?
Mr. Mangeskar: Aur kya? I explained her the demand of that scene and she understood, but by that time we lost significant time. The funniest part is that – that same girl within a week’s time gave shots for me bathing in the waterfall without wearing an inner… just as Mandakini did in Ram Teri Ganga Maili. Ha ha ha…
Pyaremohan: Really!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes… so you know Anita, it’s all in the mind. Mind game you know! If you concentrate on the acting part ONLY, you will really not notice how many people are present in the set or how much your clothes are covering you etc. etc. You should only have the objective to deliver 100%. Isn’t it?
I had no other option but to nod my head after this explanation.
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, if it was a full-fledged bed scene then I could understand your hesitations as there you need to treat the male actor just like your husband or boyfriend may be because there the male actor will kiss you for prolonged period of time and will touch your body intimately and not only that in bed scenes now-a-days we prefer to have the heroine in western outfits… can you… tell you tell why Anita?
Me: Uhu… (I nodded negatively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Actually the flavor is lost… I intend to show love on screen, but what I end up with is something different! If the actress is wearing a sari, the whole concentration is on pulling off the sari, opening the hooks of the blouse, untying the petticoat knot… you know. So you know in reality the lovemaking part gets delayed.
He paused for a second again and was in the mood to explain things!
Mr. Mangeskar: But on the contrary if my heroine is wearing a skirt and a top, she looks smarter and I can maker her look hot also by varying the length of her skirt or the tightness of her top. Much simpler you know and most importantly its more comfortable for the heroine also!
Me: How? (I almost reacted very spontaneously as I was listening to him quite attentively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, just imagine you are the heroine and you are doing a steamy bed scene for me.
I was not at all prepared for a reply and immediately swallowed my own breath and looked down.
Mr. Mangeskar: Suppose in the first case you are wearing a traditional dress and the hero while making love to you first drops your pallu off your breasts, then unwraps your sari off your waist and you have to also adjust your body significantly so that he can unwrap the sari completely, then he comes back and starts opening your blouse hooks, and then he again goes down to open the knot of your petticoat… don’t you feel the whole effort would make you more embarrassed and discomfit for a prolonged period of time? And… and the lovemaking also takes a back seat all this time?
He paused a little taking a deep breath.
Mr. Mangeskar: But had you been wearing a western outfit, the whole concentration could easily be kept on lovemaking simply because your outfit would just act as a second skin! As the hero would kiss you, he could just pull up your top near the hem and caress your belly. Again he only has to slid his hand downwards just a little to pull up your skirt to caress your legs. So everything goes in one smooth motion.
Pyaremohan: Hmm.. you have a point!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have a lot of points…. Just imagine how odd it would look if in that love scene the hero presses your breasts over your blouse… but if you are wearing a top, the hero can easily slid his hand inside your top from below and produce a better effect. Do you agree Anita?
I nodded with a blushed face. The way the director was vividly explaining things, I could realize a stir within me and my nipples were responding to his “hot” talks adequately and were almost fully up inside my brassiere!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good! But Anita, once and for all, get this nailed into your head that the demand of the scene must be fulfilled. Am I clear enough?
I obviously did not want to irritate the director any more and promptly agreed.
Me: Yes, yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then guys, lets get back to business. Now for some intense action as the servant naturally is keen to touch his malkin. Anita, Anita, you will continue to be in your lying posture and exhibit resistance, and Pyaremohan-ji you will now ride Anita’s body. Okay? You balance yourself by placing your knees to her sides and sit near Anita’s belly. Clear?
Pyaremohan: Yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Now you both will get involved in some hugging and struggling… as it happens in a **** – Pyaremohan-ji will try to grab your breasts, try to kiss you, and hug you… I mean the things which are natural… and Anita, you just falsely struggle.
Me: O… okay, but please ask him to be… I mean… err… a bit decent.
Mr. Mangeskar: What rubbish! How can a **** be decent?
Me: No, no I am not saying that… I am only … I mean I only have the bra now… err… that’s why…
Mr. Mangeskar: Oh! Okay! Not to worry on that Anita, as you jolly well know that even if I want I cannot portray actual things that happens in a ****. I cannot show a full strip, which actually happens in a rape… isn’t it? So…. so, don’t worry on those. Yes, some things do happen at times… which are by no means unnatural… for example in the struggle Anita, your bra clip pops open or say by chance your nipples get exposed out of your bra... these sort of things do happen in shooting, its not that only in **** scenes, but in other bed scenes also, but… but YOU should not worry on those because that surely gets edited.
I was pretty much scared listening to him and was shocked to note the normalcy of his voice saying all these! My God! I decided to be very much careful about Mr. Pyaremohan’s moves and was of course not at all keen to expose further.
Mr. Mangeskar: Enough bla-bla… lets get back to work! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan was as usual prompt in his actions! He quickly rode my body by placing his legs to my two sides and I readily realized that he was in a very commanding position now and could practically do anything from this posture! I was quite anxious and my heart started to race seeing him in that posture right over my figure. It was just like having my husband on me though he never sits on my body like this! The first thing he did was to held my hands and raised them above my head.
Me: Hey! Stop! What… what…
I could not even complete my words as I saw him bent fully over my body. His arms were also stretched above my head (pinning my hands) and his naked chest was now pressing on my upturned breasts. Simultaneously I could feel his erect cock brushing in my waist area and without ado I realized a sexual jerk within me. He quickly took his mouth right over me and this time without a miss locked my tender lips within his thick lips. As per the director’s instruction, I tried to protest by throwing my legs in the air so that it looked real. But as Mr. Pyaremohan continued to kiss me more deeply, I was getting weaker and weaker and was rather confused what to do.
Though it was acting, as I got his “touches” directly on my body and as he planted the kiss deep in my lips, I was surely getting heated up and I was almost hugging him instead of a protest! My wet body added to the whole setting and I was undoubtedly getting enormously excited as he moved his tongue deep inside my mouth while he rhythmically pushed my pelvic area with his khada lund. Mr. Pyaremohan had a decent erection, which I could feel from the pokes he was accomplishing on the lower half of my body.
Me: Uuuuuuuu… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
I demonstrated the joy of his kissing! With each moment, he was gaining in confidence and I was losing out. Mr. Pyaremohan was now in total control of my lips sucking my saliva very energetically. Concurrently, I could realize he was gradually sliding down positioning his crotch right over my choot! I was certainly getting feebler, both mentally and physically. Still I remembered the director’s instructions and continued to throw my legs in the air to show I was protesting. My petticoat being thoroughly wet was clinging to my feet and I was finding it rather difficult to throw my legs like that.
In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh!
Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement.
Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii!
I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body.
Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help!
Me: But… but….
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say.
The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation.
Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah!
Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter!
Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…!
I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation.
My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger.
Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit)
Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding!
Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast!
Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that!
Naturally I was boiling in anger.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem?
to be continued.......
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