Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and my imagination. I do not know any of the actors I have mentioned, and I am not claiming anything about their sexuality. Also, my characters do not take the time to put on condoms, but please always practice safe sex in the real world.
BOLLYWOOD SEXCAPADES - PART 7
"Yes, please, tell me! Who came in?" I begged Ranbir to tell me, after he himself asked me if I wanted to know who walked in on him fucking Imran Khan, but was irritatingly now hesistant in telling me.
"I dunno if I should tell you... yet. He's kinda a big name. Could be very damaging if it got out."
"I wouldn't tell anyone! You should know that by now. Plus, wouldn't it be damaging to you guys too?"
"Its sorta... a different level with him."
"Oh c'mon, tell me please!"
"Shahid, what do you think?"
"I think... we should make it a surprise for him." Shahid said, currently being a man of few words. Now they were both irritating me.
"So how is he important? Is he a big star?"
"... yes." Ranbir replied slowly.
"You can't not tell me after everything!"
"We will, we will. Lets just... see how things go today." I scoffed and sighed at Ranbir's borderline patronizing tone, and gave up. For now.
"So whats the plan for today?"
"Well I have stuff to do... I can meet you guys later, maybe we can let our little friend in on a Bollywood secret or two."
"Sounds good. So, shall we?" Shahid stood up, and I followed him out of the restaurant, and the back of the hotel to where he left his car.
"So where are we going?"
"Well, I usually spend my days off at home or..."
"oh well, you can just drop me off anywhere and I'll make my way myself. I don't wanna intrude on your day..." I suddenly felt bad that I had just assumed we'd spend the day together..."
"OR" he repeated himself loudly, "a little apartment I have that I keep secret from everyone. For days like these."
"Oh, so you take a lot of guys there?"
"Well, actually, no. Apart from a couple of the Bollywood fuck-circle orgies I've held, you're the first guy I'm taking there. I usually just go there for some alone time."
"And you're sure you don't want alone time?"
"I want some alone time with you." He said winking at me, and gave me my smile. The smile that was making me fall in love with him.
We were silent for a while in the car, then I had to ask him,
"Orgies? Really?" he laughed that it took me that long to ask him,
"Yes. Well, not always an orgy-orgy, but its like a sex party. 10 to 15 of the circle come along, and everyone fucks everyone, sucks everyone, whatever you want. Nothing is off limits as long as the other person is willing.
"10 to 15 OF the circle?! There's more."
"Haha, you'd be surprised... or more surprised, by the look on your face. But the number is growing... I mean its only made up of the current generation of actors working as leads... so for now, its growing."
"Wow. And so, do you all regularly meet up like you and Ranbir last night?"
"No, no. I mean there are one or two who fuck everybody, all the time, but most people have only a couple or so regular fuck buddies. Like Ranbir has me and Imran..."
"And who do you have?"
"well... only Ranbir for now."
"Ok... so is, like, everyone versatile?"
"Oh no no. There are a couple of actors who want in on it, but refuse to get fucked, so they're not included. Only the pimp can refuse to get fucked."
"The pimp?"
"Oh... I should not have said that. Hm."
"Who is the pimp?"
"I can't tell you... at least not without asking him first."
"Ugh other person I have to keep guessing until I find out."
"It's a fun secretive life huh?"
"Ok so if you cant tell me who is he, at least tell me the deal with calling him the pimp and all the secrecy." We pulled into an underground parking lot as I finished my sentence."
"Alright fine, but lets get upstairs first."
We had a silent ride up to the penthouse of the building in the elevator, and then a silent moment as he unlocked the door. I followed him into the apartment, entering into the living room, which was massive. Almost everything was white, including the marble floors covered in light colored rugs. He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom, which was all red, which included tacky red satin bed sheets.
"Satin? Really? Could you be gayer?" I mocked him and his taste,
"Just shut up and kiss me." Still holding my hands me pulled me towards him, and smacked his lips against mine. Our hands tore at each other's clothes in our passionate lip lock, desperate to feel the others naked warmth against our own bare skin.
His hands softly caressed my hips as mine explored his back. We fell onto the bed, him on top of me, his hands now on either side of my head as he kissed me. I brought my hand round to our dicks, holding as much of the two as I could in one hand, and stroked, and tugged both dicks together. It was difficult but the challenge made it hotter. His lips worked their way down my chin, and my neck, and my body, as they had done before, till he was on my cock, licking it so sensually. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick made me feel the absence of one in my mouth, so I sat up, grabbed his right leg, and spun him round my dick, bringing us into 69 position. The throbbing of his thick chocolate stick as I barely touched it with the tip of my tongue told me he loved this. As I did everything I knew how in giving a blowjob, I felt him imitate my moves onto my own cock. When I licked the length of his rod, I would feel his warm tongue doing the same to mine. When my tongue swirled over the head of his cut dick, teasing at his piss slit, I felt the same on mine.
I slid my hands up his legs to his ass, and squeezed, which prompted him to get off my dick, and ask me to fuck him. He pulled out of my mouth, and asked again, almost begging, and I couldn't not oblige. Before I could move he was straddling my waist, facing me, then slowly, he lowered his ass onto me. The pleasure I felt of his tight ass around my cock, was complimented by the mixed expression of pleasure and pain on his face. His eyes were closed, and he had a slight crooked smile on his face. He loved this. I gently thrusted upwards, causing him to moan. The sound of his moan was so sexy, it made me wanna grab his head and kiss him crazy. But he was loving having my cock in him too much. He started moving up and down slowly, my look of pain intensifying as he went down. I grabbed him by the waist and helped him in his movements. He arched back, his hands around my ankles, his whole body moving up and down my cock. I could barely see his face now, but the view of his chiseled body arched backwards like that was a stunning sight, something I would always remember. His dick throbbed more, even though it hadn't been touched since it left my mouth.
"ohh yeah, that's it." Shahid moaned, "uh-ohh . uh. Uh. Im gonna cum baby." Then all of a sudden a fountain of cum exploded all over us. I lost count after 8 massive cum shots, and there were more. Many more before it stopped. The sight of his cum-covered body sent me over the edge, and I shot my own little fountain inside his ass, but nothing compared to the spectacle that caused it.
"That was un-fucking-believable." I said, trying to catch my breath as Shahid collapsed on top of me.
"yeah that was... something." He replied, as if nothing major had really happened.
"that cum shot of yours was magnificent! Did I cause that?"
"Was that your dick in my ass?"
"Wow."
"Wow indeed. You were awesome." He kissed me lightly, moved on to the bed to lie next to me, his head facing me, his arm draped across my chest. We enjoyed each others peaceful company for a while till I just had to ask,
"So are you gonna tell me about the whole pimp deal?"
"I didn't blow your mind enough for you to forget that? Damn."
"Very funny. Seriously though, c'mon."
"Basically, the pimp originated the fucking circle, keeps it exclusive, makes sure people involved won't spread the word to the wrong people. He decides who hosts the sex parties, and unofficially sets up regular fuck buddies."
"Unofficially?"
"Well I mean he won't force anyone to stop anyone. But if he thinks someone needs someone, or if someone has too many, he'll drop hints, and its up to us to pick up on those."
"So why does he have so much power?"
"He has the indirect power to make or break a career in the industry. And plus he started it all off."
"O...kay...."
"Plus he has videos of all of us sucking his massive cock. And I mean really massive. Like monster."
"How big?"
"13 inches."
"Shut the fuck up."
"No seriously. Maybe you'll get the pleasure one day soon."
"Damn... So why do you guys let him take the video?"
"Don't be dumb. We don't let him, he takes it secretively, and then tells us later. He has a little gadget camera thing it looks like a button on his shirt. Its shot so unless you know what his dick looks like, you don't know it's him, but you can clearly tell who is sucking his cock. "
"And you're seriously not gonna tell me who it is?"
"Nope. Not yet anyway."
A little while later, Shahid's phone buzzed.
"Ooh. Someone wants you on a booty call."
"What? Someone just asked for me? What am I the new Bollywood rentboy or something?"
"or something..." he chuckled.
"Who is it? If its Ranbir, tell him no. I'd much rather just spend time with you. Plus he gets all weirdly jealous, did you notice that?"
"Hah! Yes I did. Don't worry about it though. But it's not Ranbir. It's actually 3 brothers. And they're a lot of fun. You wanna go to this, trust me."
"Are you gonna come with?"
"I'll take you, but you're on your own from the doorstep. I don't see eye-to-eye with one of the brothers."
"... three brothers?"
"You have one hot afternoon ahead of you." He winked, and went of to the bathroom, leaving me to figure out whom the three were. He must have really blow my mind a bit, cos really, it was an easy guess!
And there is part 7! Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. No prizes for guessing the brother-threesome. Looking out for the next part!
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