Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra…
My face was red in anger and shyness too!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it?
Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can…
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?
The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.
Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…
I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.
Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!
Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…
Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?
Pyaremohan: What?
Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!
The director shrugged proudly and continued.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.
I was feeling so blank! I could realize well that I could not back out anymore now especially arguing with this director. My heart was beating fast – I was nervous – I was irritated - honestly I was keyed up too!
Me: But… you should allow me to… I mean… I must wear … I mean you should allow me to at least wear my bra properly!
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay! Oh! You are just too much Anita! You should not have come to acting! Huh! Anyway… to keep the continuity… err… do one thing. Pyaremohan-ji, you take a brief respite looking at the ceiling and wiping off your forehead and clenching your lips with your teeth while Anita, you draw your bra on your breast to cover it. Is that okay?
Me: Hu… (I nodded)
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine when that’s done, we go into a rolling and hugging scene…. Very common in **** shots, you both have seen it many times in cinema. Pyaremohan-ji-, you will start rolling on the sofa hugging Anita to have a better grip on her, but make sure that you do only two full rolls, otherwise you both might fall off the sofa and hurt yourselves. The height is quite odd.
Pyaremohan: Yes. Okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, you just need to provide the proper support to him, but make sure that you scream and move your head to and fro reflecting resistance. Am I clear?
Me: Hmm.
I was feeling so very clumsy to be again caressed by this man who moments ago forcibly pulled off my brassiere! Mr. Pyaremohan was back to exactly where he was – sitting on my waist and I still remained lied on the sofa clad in my bra and petticoat. As I heard “Action” from the director, I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan taking off his hands off my body and looking up at the ceiling clenching his lips.
I was more than glad to see that and craftily put my popped out breast in my bra again. Though I realized that the scene was outrageously sexy and indecent, I had to do it to save some dignity. Hardly had I finished my job, Mr. Pyaremohan again “attacked” me. He quickly bent and straightened his fat body over mine and in one action pulled my back slightly off the sofa to have his hands under me. He hugged me tightly and I felt his standing cock poking very indecently exactly over my panty now!
My condition was naturally beyond description – my mind was trying to resist this dirty man’s moves, but my body had got extremely excited sniffing the presence of an erect male dick so close! This man seemed to be prompt as a cheetah and in a flash started rolling over the soft with my body locked under his arms.
My tight round breasts pressed entirely on his naked chest and I was almost breathless when his whole body weight was on me when we rolled on the sofa. That idiot must have been enjoying this to the hilt – my fleshy curves getting fully pressed under his body. As he was about to roll with my body a second time on the sofa, the director intervened!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, just pause till I say to move when you are on the bottom and Anita is on top. Okay?
Pyaremohan: Oh… okay.
My condition was getting pathetic being in this body hugging posture for a prolonged period of time. I was emitting hot breaths and my firm breasts being continuously pressed to him made me rather elated. Moreover, his stiff manhood under his lungi was poking my love spot so awkwardly that it made me gasp every now and then. He now took a half roll so that I was on top on his body in that hugged posture.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just hold there… hold there. Anita, your back looks fabulous! Let me quickly take a few shots.
I knew there was only my bra strap covering my whole back till my waist as I was already stripped off my blouse during this **** scene.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a very attractive ass Anita… Just remain still… let me pan on your lovely g-a-a-n-d…
Thank! I was still wearing the petticoat as I could feel the director coming near and taking close-ups of my ass. Little did I know that the outlines of my panty was clearly visible through my wet petticoat clinging to my huge bottom and Mr. Mangeskar was recording my sexily exposed condition.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Now carry on! And Pyaremohan-ji, when you land on Anita’s top, start rubbing your face on her breasts as if you are very excited and approaching climax. Okay? … Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan tugged me down in one smooth action and rolled again till I was again under his body. We were at the edge of the sofa and all along this rolling and hugging his thick wet lips were continuously brushing my cheeks and the sides of my lips. Thankfully that scoundrel did not try to kiss me any further. Now he slowly slid down to have his face right over my half-open mammary and started rubbing his face vigorously on my taut flesh.
Me: Aaaaahhh!
Mr. Pyaremohan was poking his nose deep into my visible cleavage and also started licking my exposed boob flesh out of my bra. His hot breath on my tits and his fingers pinching the sides of my belly made me go wild! This whole action made me so weak and clueless that I was now succumbing to him pretty fast. I could feel automatically my legs were getting parted under my petticoat as a positive response to his sensuous moves.
Me: Ahhh! Stop! oouuuhhh! Stop! Ooiiiii! Aahh!
I was trying to resist, but it was so feeble that it seemed like a hay straw in front of a roaring river. Mr. Pyaremohan must have realized I was pretty much excited now as I was embracing him tightly on my own. He was pressing and steering his erect Lund on my upper thighs and was forcibly moving and.
Rubbing his face on my breasts pushing me to the edge of my control. In fact, once it really seemed to me that my mammary would pop out completely off my bra the way he was thrusting my flesh with his face. I was indeed feeling quite horny within myself when the director intervened.
Mr. Mangeskar: What’s this Pyaremohan-ji? Are you caressing your wife? Where is the roughness? Bullshit! And where is your hand? On Anita’s belly… playing there? This is a yaar!
The director was almost shouting, seemed pretty upset with Mr. Pyaremohan! My condition was unspeakable. My choot was wet and my whole body was aching in sexual pain and it really seemed as if I had no residual strength left and decided to keep my eyes shut and listened to what the director had to say to Mr. Pyaremohan.
Pyaremohan: Sorry! Actually I got a bit excited…. Actually Madam is so sexy…
Mr. Pyaremohan was conversing from his pose where he was – he was still hugging me. His upright dick under his lungi was still poking my upper thigh area!
Mr. Mangeskar: You are here for acting and not appreciating my heroine! Got it? Anita is not your wife that you would playfully rub your face on her breasts! Huh! Rubbish!
Pyaremohan: O... okay. I got your point.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Lets retake this. Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again started rubbing his face on my breasts and this time unquestionably with more force and his hands held my bare shoulder. He again was more interested in licking the sides of my breasts coming out of my bra and dipped his nose deep inside my naked cleavage. Simultaneously he was pressing his fully erect cock on my well-developed thighs; he was of course trying his best to press my choot with his lund, but was unable to do so properly as he had slid down significantly to fondle my breasts.
My face was red in anger and shyness too!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it?
Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can…
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?
The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.
Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…
I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.
Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!
Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…
Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?
Pyaremohan: What?
Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!
The director shrugged proudly and continued.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.
I was feeling so blank! I could realize well that I could not back out anymore now especially arguing with this director. My heart was beating fast – I was nervous – I was irritated - honestly I was keyed up too!
Me: But… you should allow me to… I mean… I must wear … I mean you should allow me to at least wear my bra properly!
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay! Oh! You are just too much Anita! You should not have come to acting! Huh! Anyway… to keep the continuity… err… do one thing. Pyaremohan-ji, you take a brief respite looking at the ceiling and wiping off your forehead and clenching your lips with your teeth while Anita, you draw your bra on your breast to cover it. Is that okay?
Me: Hu… (I nodded)
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine when that’s done, we go into a rolling and hugging scene…. Very common in **** shots, you both have seen it many times in cinema. Pyaremohan-ji-, you will start rolling on the sofa hugging Anita to have a better grip on her, but make sure that you do only two full rolls, otherwise you both might fall off the sofa and hurt yourselves. The height is quite odd.
Pyaremohan: Yes. Okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, you just need to provide the proper support to him, but make sure that you scream and move your head to and fro reflecting resistance. Am I clear?
Me: Hmm.
I was feeling so very clumsy to be again caressed by this man who moments ago forcibly pulled off my brassiere! Mr. Pyaremohan was back to exactly where he was – sitting on my waist and I still remained lied on the sofa clad in my bra and petticoat. As I heard “Action” from the director, I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan taking off his hands off my body and looking up at the ceiling clenching his lips.
I was more than glad to see that and craftily put my popped out breast in my bra again. Though I realized that the scene was outrageously sexy and indecent, I had to do it to save some dignity. Hardly had I finished my job, Mr. Pyaremohan again “attacked” me. He quickly bent and straightened his fat body over mine and in one action pulled my back slightly off the sofa to have his hands under me. He hugged me tightly and I felt his standing cock poking very indecently exactly over my panty now!
My condition was naturally beyond description – my mind was trying to resist this dirty man’s moves, but my body had got extremely excited sniffing the presence of an erect male dick so close! This man seemed to be prompt as a cheetah and in a flash started rolling over the soft with my body locked under his arms.
My tight round breasts pressed entirely on his naked chest and I was almost breathless when his whole body weight was on me when we rolled on the sofa. That idiot must have been enjoying this to the hilt – my fleshy curves getting fully pressed under his body. As he was about to roll with my body a second time on the sofa, the director intervened!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, just pause till I say to move when you are on the bottom and Anita is on top. Okay?
Pyaremohan: Oh… okay.
My condition was getting pathetic being in this body hugging posture for a prolonged period of time. I was emitting hot breaths and my firm breasts being continuously pressed to him made me rather elated. Moreover, his stiff manhood under his lungi was poking my love spot so awkwardly that it made me gasp every now and then. He now took a half roll so that I was on top on his body in that hugged posture.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just hold there… hold there. Anita, your back looks fabulous! Let me quickly take a few shots.
I knew there was only my bra strap covering my whole back till my waist as I was already stripped off my blouse during this **** scene.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a very attractive ass Anita… Just remain still… let me pan on your lovely g-a-a-n-d…
Thank! I was still wearing the petticoat as I could feel the director coming near and taking close-ups of my ass. Little did I know that the outlines of my panty was clearly visible through my wet petticoat clinging to my huge bottom and Mr. Mangeskar was recording my sexily exposed condition.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Now carry on! And Pyaremohan-ji, when you land on Anita’s top, start rubbing your face on her breasts as if you are very excited and approaching climax. Okay? … Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan tugged me down in one smooth action and rolled again till I was again under his body. We were at the edge of the sofa and all along this rolling and hugging his thick wet lips were continuously brushing my cheeks and the sides of my lips. Thankfully that scoundrel did not try to kiss me any further. Now he slowly slid down to have his face right over my half-open mammary and started rubbing his face vigorously on my taut flesh.
Me: Aaaaahhh!
Mr. Pyaremohan was poking his nose deep into my visible cleavage and also started licking my exposed boob flesh out of my bra. His hot breath on my tits and his fingers pinching the sides of my belly made me go wild! This whole action made me so weak and clueless that I was now succumbing to him pretty fast. I could feel automatically my legs were getting parted under my petticoat as a positive response to his sensuous moves.
Me: Ahhh! Stop! oouuuhhh! Stop! Ooiiiii! Aahh!
I was trying to resist, but it was so feeble that it seemed like a hay straw in front of a roaring river. Mr. Pyaremohan must have realized I was pretty much excited now as I was embracing him tightly on my own. He was pressing and steering his erect Lund on my upper thighs and was forcibly moving and.
Rubbing his face on my breasts pushing me to the edge of my control. In fact, once it really seemed to me that my mammary would pop out completely off my bra the way he was thrusting my flesh with his face. I was indeed feeling quite horny within myself when the director intervened.
Mr. Mangeskar: What’s this Pyaremohan-ji? Are you caressing your wife? Where is the roughness? Bullshit! And where is your hand? On Anita’s belly… playing there? This is a yaar!
The director was almost shouting, seemed pretty upset with Mr. Pyaremohan! My condition was unspeakable. My choot was wet and my whole body was aching in sexual pain and it really seemed as if I had no residual strength left and decided to keep my eyes shut and listened to what the director had to say to Mr. Pyaremohan.
Pyaremohan: Sorry! Actually I got a bit excited…. Actually Madam is so sexy…
Mr. Pyaremohan was conversing from his pose where he was – he was still hugging me. His upright dick under his lungi was still poking my upper thigh area!
Mr. Mangeskar: You are here for acting and not appreciating my heroine! Got it? Anita is not your wife that you would playfully rub your face on her breasts! Huh! Rubbish!
Pyaremohan: O... okay. I got your point.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Lets retake this. Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again started rubbing his face on my breasts and this time unquestionably with more force and his hands held my bare shoulder. He again was more interested in licking the sides of my breasts coming out of my bra and dipped his nose deep inside my naked cleavage. Simultaneously he was pressing his fully erect cock on my well-developed thighs; he was of course trying his best to press my choot with his lund, but was unable to do so properly as he had slid down significantly to fondle my breasts.
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