This a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Things are always more difficult second time around and most people never achieve the same success. Alisa was now learning this but there was one difference, she had me by her side.
I was 16 when I started in Bollywood. I was not a star but I was a part of some successful movies. I was an outsider but I had always been an outsider in life, having been abandoned by my parents to an orphanage. In the span of 2 years I saw the good and bad of Bollywood and I was in some ways fortunate to escape to what I thought was my love story.
It was my first marriage and Alisa was the product. I had two subsequent marriages and realised a daughter and son from them. But Alisa was my star, she had my beauty and talent. I wanted her to succeed where I had failed.
It was through an old contact that I managed to get her a role, she was young and innocent, plucked from obscurity into the bright lights of Bollywood. I had carefully managed her early movies and who she worked with. I kept her away from the bad side of Bollywood but the bad side had a way of finding her.
At 18 Alisa found herself with money and fame that most teenagers cannot comprehend. But with it came attention and I felt my control over her begin to loosen.
She became frustrated with my control over her career and she found another agent. She called him a "real" agent. She began enjoying the party scene. Drugs and alcohol. Then she dated that nepo kid who derailed her career and she ended up forgetting why she was getting movies in the first place.
We had to start again from rock bottom and as she had burned bridges with my old contacts, I had to make new contacts.
Sharma was one of these new contacts. I had to leave Alisa in Kerala for the last few days to work on her next project. The Kerala experience had been difficult but it was necessary as we rebranded Alisa as a sex symbol and widened her appeal.
Mr Sharma had been asking for an audition from Alisa but we were in a strong position now. The hype was building for her first movie in some time and she had completed a second project pretty quickly. Her career was finally gaining momentum after stagnating for years. So I arranged to meet him and I intended to negotiate from a strong position.
He had invited me to his apartment in the city to discuss the role for Alisa. Men like this, always kept an apartment in the city for their affairs but I did not expect much attention. I was in my 40's and the days of men coming on to me had long passed. Especially men like Ajit Sharma who had young models throwing themselves at him in a desperate attempt to land a role.
He was alone in the apartment which was ordinarily a red flag. Men like this usually had a maid around at least. He poured a couple of glasses of whisky for us. He was dressed in comfortable lounge wear, linen shorts and a shirt with only two buttons done to cover his belly. He was definitely a creep. I had worn a stylish kurta that alluded to my curves. Which was all I had left as the years added unwanted weight to my body.
He was sat across from me and a large table was between us. We made small talk and soon moved on to the recent projects for Alisa. His eyes were not guarded and he was not ashamed to look. I tried to ignore his gaze. I was not at the peak of my powers after three children and three divorces but he was a hungry wolf as he watched my body.
There was a convulsion in my pussy as I became distracted by his gaze. There was always a response from me when a man looked at me in this way. It was animalistic and instinctual. It was primal and something I had no control over. The advancing years only made me hungrier for such attention.
He talked about the role he wanted for Alisa. It was the usual pretty girl role and included a few dance numbers. It would be a big movie and it was difficult to turn down.
"Something, I always wondered about you, you never seemed like the shy type. But do you kiss strangers?" I fought the urge to laugh at the question. I wondered how many women he had tried this line on before. If he tried it on a 100 women, I would not expect more than one to have granted him a kiss. But there always had to be that one.
My suppressed laugh was turned into a smile that seemed to ease his nerves around the proposition.
"Is this a proposition?" I asked with a sultry look. His confidence was growing and he spread his legs as his bulge in his shorts became obvious.
"I am merely attempting to understand you. It is just that you have dressed like an old woman. Trendy women usually wear something a little skin tight under their kurta. So then I must ask, if it was a proposition, how would you reply?" I didn't like being called an old woman.
"I would reply that, kissing me, is certainly one way of understanding me," I responded. His bulge began to protrude against his shorts. This old woman was getting his cock hard and I loved that I had the power to do that.
"Perhaps, we should understand each other better," he said as he moved to the side to allow me space to join him on the couch. He had lit a fire inside of me and I wanted to prove that this old woman still had enough to handle him.
I took the seat next to him and he had this hungry look like a lion that had not been fed in months. I wondered when was the last time he had fucked a woman. There were many young models willing to sleep with men like this to get ahead but perhaps I had caught him during a dry spell.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Our lips crashed together in an ugly kiss. He slobbered my lips and mouth with his tongue.
His tongue was quickly in my mouth and soon I was wrapping my own tongue around his as we battled for supremacy. His hands aggressively clawing my large breasts. They had grown quite large after three children and despite my daily yoga I struggled to slim down to my younger years. I was still in good shape for my age.
He was pressing the flesh of my breasts through my kurta. The saliva from our intense kissing was dripping down my chin and onto my exposed cleavage. My hand was on his chest initially as I was taken by surprise by his initial attack but as the kiss developed. My hand was moving lower. I liked touching his flesh and I unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt as I opened the flaps of his shirt to expose his body.
His hand moved under my kurta and he began to try and claw my pant down. It was only coming to the top of my ass cheeks due to the way I was sitting. He was an animal and I was worried he would tear my clothes. I would struggle with the shame of having to go home in torn clothes.
I stopped the kiss and I literally had to push him away to stop him. We were both gasping for breath as we tried to regain some composure.
"I hope you are now understanding me," I said out of breath.
"Yes. But there is much more to understand," he replied as he eyed my body like a predator sizing up his prey.
"I think my pant is disappointing you. Perhaps, I need to have something a little more skintight." I stood up and unstrapped my heeled shoes. I liked that his eyes were drawn to my movement. My nails were painted white and I wondered if he had a foot fetish on some level. I unstrapped my heels and kicked them off. He licked his lips as he watched my feet. I slowly rolled my pant down as I built up the tension for him.
It was down by my feet when he stood and stepped on the pant keeping it on the ground. He pulled my body into his. He was an animal that was struggling to be restrained.
"Your legs are sexier than half of these 20 year old bitches, I see every day," he said. I don't know why but that bit of misogyny sent another convulsion to my pussy. Being compared to young women and still being called sexier than a girl in her prime was a compliment I more than desired. He knew how to get my panties dripping wet.
I ripped his shirt back until it was off his shoulders and I was pulling it down off his body. He was perhaps used to dominating these young wannabe actresses who were deer caught in the headlights for this lion but he had a lioness with him today. I enjoyed a good fuck, more than you can believe.
He pulled me back into a kiss and our tongues went back to their sword fight for domination. It was a messy kiss and made an ugly spectacle if there were onlookers. It was slobbery and wet but it was fucking hot and passionate.
He began to lift up my kurta and soon his bulge was pressed against my moist panties. I pressed my daughter to dress sexy and be a sex symbol but I was wearing granny panties today and dressed like a mature woman.
My panties were already wet with anticipation and my body hungered to be taken. He began to pull my kurta up until it was uncomfortable against my breasts.
This time he broke the kiss as we both panted for breath. "It is time we truly went skintight." He was using the word out of context but in the heat of the moment, it did not really matter. We both knew what he meant, he wanted only skin on our bodies and a few hairs. I had not kept cleanly shaven as I did not expect this visit to evolve into such a meeting. I was too old to be propositioned by a man like this, but here I was, ready to undress for Ajit Sharma.
He sat back down on the couch and pulled down his shorts to reveal his fat cock. It was wet with juices. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He was almost daring me and challenging me. I felt this nervous dread in truth. It had been some years since a man had seen me naked. I kept in good shape with regular yoga but sag was unavoidable with hitting my 40's. I was not going to chicken out. I told myself.
I slowly lifted the kurta over my head and revealed my ugly beige underwear. I quickly unclipped my bra and dropped it while holding up my saggy breasts.
"Fucking hot. I should be casting you instead of your daughter," he remarked as he saw more skin.
I quickly dropped my panties and walked over to him still holding my breasts in my arm. My pussy was juicy and my pussy lips were twitching with anticipation.
I straddled him and hovered over his cock, letting it glide against my juicy pussy lips.
He slapped my hands that were holding up my breasts as he became impatient with me.
I let my large breasts drop over his face suffocating him, "you will be casting my daughter but you are fucking me."
I drop down on his dick as it began to enter me. His cock was thick and girthy. I felt my cunt coat his cock and my hot cunt juice dripped down on his cock. I was coating him and marking him as mine. He was married but I wanted to make him mine.
I began to take inch after inch of his cock. I wanted to enjoy every moment of it. I wanted him to feel every inch of my hot cunt. I wanted to make sure he would never forget this cunt.
He squeezed my breasts around his face as he began to suck and kiss them. That initial splash on his dick was followed by a rough riding of his cock. I needed this and I just prayed he would last long enough to make me climax. Men had a habit of ejaculating before I was anywhere close to being finished.
He was sucking on my nipple as he squeezed my breast. His tongue rapidly flicked and circled my nipple before he began sucking and chewing on my nipple. Fuck! He was so rough and eager. I needed this from a man.
"Uff! Ow! Oh!" I moaned at roughness of his hands and teeth. But it made me dick ride him even harder. My pussy was splashing against his cock as I rode him for dear life. It was hard and rampant. He was panting for breath but I held his face in my breasts. Even if he died, I was going to cum.
"Uff! So close!" I moaned. He was roughly squeezing my breasts as he bit my areola deep leaving his teeth marks in.
I buried myself hard against his cock.
"Uff! Uh! Dick so good!" I moaned loud as my back arched and I threw my head back. My hair flowing backwards as I howled.
He thrust up, meeting my downward face and I felt him ejaculate deep inside of me. He seemed to cum for an eternity and he had definitely not had sex or ejaculated in some time.
I had not hit menopause yet but I was not worried about contraception at my current age. The odds of becoming pregnant were very very low.
I rolled off him and lay on my back as we panted for air.
"Gauri, you are the best fuck, I have ever had," he said while gasping for breath.
I didn't expect him to call me after this, men like this were not the type to go after middle aged women. Even at his old age, he would want the next young shiny thing on the market. Our paths would cross again due to Alisa but I did not expect it to stray from what is professional.
Alisa returned after a few days and she told me about her experience. It made me forget about my momentary dalliances as I turned my focus back to Alisa. She would always need me to support her and look out for her in this world of devils. I had to be a mother again and protect her from the men in this world.