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South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
02-20-2013, 04:21 PM
Post: #11
RE: South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
Asin self confession !

I met him when he approached me at an award party in Swizterland. I had noticed him watching me earlier as I walked about with my co-stars with Amrita rao, Genelia da Souza and Anushka Sharma. I smiled to him once as our eyes met. His features were obviously Indian and I was instantly enticed. In my case, to hear a man speak Hindi, tamil or my own mother tongue malayam, even thousand kilometers from my hometown, sends shivers all over my skin. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always had malayalee classmates in college as well at parties. Yet this fascination has never faded and this men with their sexy languages remain ever exotic and tempting...

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02-20-2013, 04:21 PM
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He introduced himself as Karthik, which, I remembered, is a petname of my mallu boyfriend when I was young. We went through the basic routine; are you here for indian film promotion, have you had a nice evening, do you come here often. He acted casual but there was something utterly seductive about him and I quickly found myself seriously aroused. I must have seemed a bit flustered as I had difficulties making my brain work. The sensual sounds of his accent, and the movements of his lips with them were profoundly erotic. We were both interested in nature and talked about plants, birds and fishing though he only knew the names of the species in Hindi and I in Malayalam. Save that, he spoke malayalam very well, but he had this air about him and an intense glare that made me a little wary of him.

My co-stars were growing restless. They never approved of my interest in malayalees; they saw all of them as dump and not sexy. They tried to pry me away from him to chat. His friends wanted to move on to another place after the party. Karthik wanted to stay and had a heated conversation with his friends. I had taken courses in high school, but only recognized random words like went, us, tomorrow and understood nothing. I had forgotten much of the little I learned five years ago.

In the end he gave in and agreed to leave with his friends. Malayalee men are very polite in courtship. They never presume to touch a woman without permission. Kartik came to me and asked “May I?” I was confused of all that was happening and blurred “Yeah,” without thinking. Before I had time to savour it, he kissed my cheek teasingly just beside my ear. He whispered good night and something in Hindi, of which I understood only sorry, go, want. His kiss left me trembling in desire...

My hands shook as I finished my drink. I felt terribly empty. I was sad and disappointed; we didn’t even get a chance to dance. I was wet and stirred and wanted to be pressed hard against his body. I dearly wanted to kiss him, have his large hands fondle me roughly. And now I lost him. My pussy didn’t feel just empty. It felt hollow.

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02-20-2013, 04:21 PM
Post: #13
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I was moving between racks of skirts when I saw him. It was two weeks since that night at the party. We were still shooting in alps. He stood there, smiling at me, just three racks away. He looked less ominous in the daylight but had lost none of his charm. I adjusted my previous guess to him being about 35. He greeted me obviously happy of running into me. I was so glad I stuttered when I tried to say hi. My surprise spread as tingling to every part of me.

I had thought of him a lot and all the shameful things I had wanted him to do to me. Now that he was in front of me, I felt naked. The little hairs on my skin stood up and my nipples hardened visibly. I was sure that with those intense eyes he could see all the scenes in my mind. I looked at his hands and saw them grabbing me by the hair while he’d fuck my mouth, clasping my wrists together, forcing painfully into my pussy, pressed against my mouth to stifle my screams. I knew I was dirty, but I didn’t want him to know that. He’d be disgusted.

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02-20-2013, 04:21 PM
Post: #14
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We talked silly nothings for a while and decided to meet the next evening for a walk in Bern, one of the city’s most famous parks. The more he spoke with that accent, the slicker my pussy got. His appearance did not go unnoticed by my friends further away in the department store. I was eager to meet him where my friends wouldn’t be rolling their eyes behind us. Suddenly he picked a fallen leaf out of my hair, gently brushing his hand against my neck as if he didn’t mean to. He was so close to me I could smell the warm luring scent of his skin. “Cartier,” I stuttered. We said goodbye and I started waiting for the day to end so the next could come.

I lay in bed that night, restless and aroused, with his smile and scent in my head. I could still feel my skin smouldering where his hand had brushed it. I reached down, parted my legs slightly and started massaging my clit, moaning softly. I was so worked up that I came, whining, after just a minute of quick strokes. I rested, caressing my big boobs, until I quit panting and began again to stroke myself, pinching my nipple with my other hand. I started slowly; my clit was so tender right after coming it barely stood touching. As the tenderness eased, I stroked faster and pressed down harder. I opened my legs wide and imagined, how it would feel to have Vanya pull my legs apart as far as they would go, and shove himself all the way in me in one cruel thrust.

I couldn’t bear the aching hollowness in my cunt anymore. I fetched my favourite dildo and fucked myself with it, hard enough for it to hurt and leave behind a steady pulsing ache. I pushed the dildo in until I could feel it pressing against my cervix. I squeezed my thighs together to keep it in and resumed rubbing my cunt, holding my breath, waiting to cum and for the tension to ease. This time when I came, my spasming pussy cramped on the rigid dildo inside me, and the ache gave way to a sharp pain. I wailed in lust and panted heavily. I gradually slowed my hand down and finally stopped. The seething ache was sweet and cured the cold hollowness. I masturbated myself to three more orgasms before my body relaxed into deep sleep. Each one took a longer time rubbing my hand in circles, each time a shorter pause for my clit to suffer new stimulation.

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02-20-2013, 04:21 PM
Post: #15
RE: South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
Asin fucked hard

It was autumn and darkness fell early. I was a bit skittish in the park after everything but a few streetlights had gone dark around us. I was relieved, there were no awkward silences or weird moments. With time I got over his erotic accent enough to actually talk with him, instead of swooning with his every word. As lovely as it was, when it got dark I realized that he was nonetheless a total stranger. The dark park frightened me as I thought what could happen to a girl in a park with a stranger. For all that, if the stranger was Karthik, the idea was as much enticing as it was alarming. I didn’t think he was the type to bring his friends along to ambush and rape me.

I wanted him to touch me, but I couldn’t tell if I wanted him to do it gently or by force. He offered to walk me home, to make sure I’d be all right and I was grateful. I did not like to be harassed, like a lone woman always is on a Friday night on streets and bus stops. I wasn’t brave enough to tell the drunken jerks to go fuck themselves. With karthik beside me I was safe, like he was carrying me in his arms. He probably could do that, he looked strong and, without his warm smile, frightening.

We got each others phone numbers at the door of my building and agreed to meet again soon. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted a touch. There had been the brief and careful oops-don’t-trip or let-me-give-you-a-hand-there probes during the walk. That had been teasing and I needed some kind of conclusion. I wanted a kiss, a real passionate one, and I wanted him to hold me, tightly like he owned me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted a strong touch that would make him real, but he was ever so polite. I didn’t want to seem loose or too eager and thus didn’t initiative. “Karthik,” I called from the doorway, “What was it you said that night after the goodbye? You said you were sorry to go and that you wanted something. What did you want?”

He was surprised, and for the first time a little uncertain. “Oh, you understood it.” He sounded embarrassed. “I’ll tell you the next time.”

I started up the hallway stairs but didn’t hear the door slam shut. Suddenly he was behind me, breathing heavily. He shoved me against the wall, placing his mouth just above my ear. ”I said I was sorry to go ‘cause I wanted to fuck you raw.”

I let out the breath I’d been holding and whined. His words sent a shiver down my back, which released a smouldering flush of heat between my legs. He nuzzled the side of my neck letting out a low lustful groan. He was real to me now. I could smell his scent again and drank it in. “Karthik, please,” I tried. He cut me off.

“I can smell your heat girl,” he hissed. “Now take me up,” he said in a hoarse whisper that vibrated on the skin behind my ear, and continued in malayalam, “I want to be inside you.”

With his last remark, I felt the distinct tingle of my pussy getting wet. I wanted him badly, but regardless of that I was terrified of him. He was bigger than me, so if he came up into my flat I’d be helpless. I didn’t want to be beaten up, have my face smashed, get cut or maimed or end up in a dumpster. I kept still. I didn’t call out for my neighbours. I stood pinned, my face to the wall, and sensed how strong he was. His arms around me were like some twisted parody of a loving embrace. My panicked mind had frozen from the violent desire in his voice. If I’d tried to run I’d have had no chance.

“Karthik…” My voice was weak and pleading. He took that as a submission of defeat. He lifted me in his arms and started towards the stairs. I didn’t resist. On the third floor landing I looked up, but not into his eyes. “Karthik,” I whispered again, and he followed my gaze from his shoulder to my door. I picked the key out of my bra for him to see. He hesitated to let me down. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to. I was less afraid when he held me like this, than when he was a growling menace pressing against my back.

He put me on my feet with a grunt. I opened the door with my eyes on the floor. Confused, I stood in the doorway, not knowing how to go in. My hands and feet seemed paralyzed. I wouldn’t lead him in like I’d invited him. Nor could I walk in, knowing he was right behind me, waiting to come at me like a hungry wolf. He resolved the situation by picking me up again. He carried me in and kicked the door shut.

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02-20-2013, 04:22 PM
Post: #16
RE: South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
He put me down to sit on the living room table. I still couldn’t move. I wasn’t terrified, just deeply confused. I wanted and didn’t want, feared and didn’t fear, seethed inside and was frozen. The one feeling

I was sure about was shame. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’d given some kind of a consent, for I hadn’t stopped him from coming to my place on our first date. I’d acted like a slut, letting him manipulate me. He’ll think I wanted this all along. Did I? I couldn’t look at him and kept my head down. “?? ?????,” what happend?, he said. “Don’t be afraid.” He took gently off my scarf and coat, taking his time. He kissed my face and my ears. “?? ?????,” he reassured me. Last he took off my heels. He caressed delicately my feet and ankles and stood up.

He stroked my cheek and held me by the chin until I looked at him. “I know what you want baby, don’t worry. I’ll use you. I’ll hurt you. I’ll make you scream for me, but I won’t break you.”

I felt another sudden flow between my legs. I wondered how long of this it would take, for my juices to start running down my thighs. He had the accent, he had the look, he had the air and he had the voice. I turned my face back down, eyes closed, wanting it all to go away. I was mortified. How could I be turned on by this? I was dirty and filthy and soon, I guessed, I’d be spoiled. I couldn’t stop the tears. He saw inside me. He knew. I couldn’t bear another person knowing what filth was in my mind. I stuttered between the sobs “You. No. I don’t. It’s not…” but I had nothing to say.

”Shh, ?? ?????, ?? ?????. Don’t be afraid. I’ll take care of you baby,” he whispered kissing my forehead.
I saw you in many indian films, whenever i saw you on screen, i use to shag on you, now its time for me to screw you for real..really hard!

It took a while, but I calmed down and asking a stranger permission in my own home I whispered meekly “Can
I use the toilet?”

I cleaned my face up and tried to breathe steady. I knew I couldn’t back out of it. I would have to brace myself, and hope this gentle man in him would keep me from the savage beast I’d seen glimpses of before. I returned to the living room to find him sitting on the couch. He’d taken off his own coat and shoes.

“Come,” he beckoned. I went to him and he made me stand before him. With his hands on my waist he looked into my eyes and asked “Do you trust me?” I squirmed weighing his menacing behaviour and stern earnestness. I shut my eyes, mind racing. He let that one go. “Do you want me?”

Shit. What the hell could I’ve said to that? I was silent for a long time. He wanted an answer. I’d get raped, or something dangerously close to it, if I’d say yes, but his closeness made my body respond in undeniable arousal. Trembling all over I nodded.

“Baby, that won’t do.”
I lifted my head a little, looked at him gingerly and managed a whining, scared, “Yes.”
He stood up. I still couldn’t shake my shocked inertia. “Good,” he said grinning wickedly. I was like a doll as he slowly, piece by piece removed my clothes. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed. I soon expanded my school vocabulary to contemporary Hindi smut as he undressed me, murmuring dirty things, inhaling my scent, nuzzling my neck, licking, whispering, biting. I knew the wolf was waking and the man who’d carried me in his arms was fading.

The mixture of rough and sweet caresses woke up my senses. I shivered, panted and moaned from his slightest touch, as he went on exploring my body. By the time my clothes were gone, along with my jewellery and hairpins, I wished he could envelope me, touching all parts of me at the same time. My nipples were hard and sensitive, eager for his touch. Yips of pleasure escaped my throat as I waited him to move down, to where I most needed him, most wanted him. I wasn’t confused or hesitant anymore. I wanted him to fill me, to cure the lonely emptiness between my legs, to reduce me to helplessness and take me,hard.

His face was at my crotch and I could feel the warmth of breath on my skin. He blew air into my tuft of dark brown hair. I murmured in ecstasy. He stroked my slit so lightly, that it was more an inkling than a touch. I cried out softly. “Are you wet for me, baby?” I felt more of his hot breath and his finger stroking me, tangibly now. Slowly, savouring the moment, he slid a finger into the pool of wetness inside.

I heard the slick sloppy sound of my barely contained juices, now released, spreading everywhere. He emitted a loud satisfied sigh as he found out how my body had reacted to him. Having heard that sigh, I was suddenly too overwhelmed to support my own weight. I was about to sit down on the sofa, when he picked me up again, naked. I had half expected him to fuck me crudely on the living room table, but he carried me to my bed. To my safe bed, which would hold me together with this grim threatening man, to whose gentler manipulation my body responded beyond all caution.

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02-20-2013, 04:22 PM
Post: #17
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He took off his sweater but left the white T-shirt beneath it on. I liked the look of him: naturally robust, ordinary, not pumped up gym meat. He sought my gaze and asked “What do you want, ?????????” My nakedness embarrassed me and I lowered my face. He gestured and, complying, I lay down prone on his lap.

He stroked my back and buttocks, running his finger along my crack to tickle my glistening pussy. I let out a sharp ecstatic sigh. His hands found the sensitive spot in my neck and I arched in pleasure when he caressed it. His hands massaged my thighs with a strong confident grip. When his finger flicked teasingly on my pussy lips my body rose and arched to get the finger in. “What do you want baby?” He kept stroking me. “I can fill you up and I can make you scream. Is that what you want?” He applied pressure against my thighs and I opened them giving him access to use me. “You’re burning up, girl.” He blew air on my pussy and I wailed in ecstasy but still couldn’t bring myself to answer him, to admit to either one of us, that

my body was on the verge of collapsing from the need to have him penetrate me.

He rolled me on my back and told me to look at him. He gently spread my legs while looking straight into my eyes. I wondered what he would see in them. My cunt was contracting in expectation. I needed him. He placed two fingers on my clit, one on each side. He slid them back and forth in discord, teasing, never pressing my clit between the two. My heavy breathing paced up to loud whining gasps. He started dipping his finger in me, always one quick dip, no deeper than an inch, and an agonizing long pause ‘til the next one. Tensing up, I sank the fingers of my right hand in his upper arm while my other hand grabbed the sheets. When I lifted my hips to meet the finger he’d slap me on the hip. He kept it up for so long I couldn’t take it anymore. I moaned his name and he kept asking me to tell him what I wanted. He wanted me to beg and I was getting desperate enough to do it. My body needed him to deliver on all the promises of his touches. I could feel every square centimetre of membrane inside my cunt itching for him to fill me up.

He grunted with displeasure. Hands stopped touching me and he started getting up from the bed. I feared I’d angered him and that he would leave. I shouted, “Karthik, I’m sorry,” and tried to get hold of him.
Turning, I saw he’d stood up just to take off his clothes.

“You don’t want me to go, huh?” A triumphant, hungry grin spread on his face as he got back on the bed naked.

I admired his shoulders and arms, bare for the first time, and touched his skin timidly. He positioned himself between my legs. “You like to be pinned down?” I could feel him on the entrance of my pussy. “You like to be controlled?” I whined. “You like to be used?” With every word I twitched as a spasm of dirty
pleasure washed over me. “You want to be forced? You want to be hurt? You want to be helpless?” His voice was a guttural snarl, angry and menacing and I was so wet there was a trickle down my crack and a wet stain on the mattress.

“Karthik, please,” I tried.

“Tell me what you want, ???????? ???.”

“I want you.”

“Not good enough. Look at me!”

I did. Angry that he’d made me admit out loud that I loved him dominating me I snapped, “I need you in me,” and more meekly, “Fuck me, please.” He let out a wordless growl, and before I had finished my

desperate please, he buried himself in me with one forceful thrust.

I was wound up, horny, steaming and he knew he was the cause of it. I stretched my thighs ever wider to let him penetrate me deeper and he fucked me relentlessly. No matter the position, he found ways to reach

just a little too deep and pound just a little too hard. I yelped as he banged my cervix with his cock. He turned me this way and that, rearranged me to his liking, not caring how awkward a position it was for me. He fucked me from uncomfortable, painful angles I didn’t know were possible. Nevertheless I liked it when it hurt, because it was his hurt. Moaning in pain beneath his heavy body only made me want more. I was on his mercy and I loved to be his.

Sometimes, when he really pounded me, my hands would instinctively shoot up to protect myself. He would grab my wrists in one big hand, and bend them forcefully behind me until I stopped struggling. He was evil and skilled and he felt so good. I’d had this yearning building in me the whole night and I was desperate
for release.

“Karthik, please let me cum. I need to cum.”

He banged me especially hard and made me wail in pain. He clamped his hand on my mouth and growled in my ear, “My little girl wants more? ?? ?????, I’m nowhere near finished yet.” He adjusted his position so I could reach my clit. “Go on baby, come for me.”

He’d kept me aroused for hours and within one minute of needy strokes I cried out in pleasure, my pussy spasming. He quickened his pace and I was moaning and wailing as my climax ebbed. He rammed into me making an indescribable animalistic noise, and shot his load up my thoroughly used pussy. I loved the primal feeling of being marked as his property by having his seed in me. Even though I wouldn’t get pregnant, the atavistic meaning of mating turned me on. I cherished the sensation of being filled with something that came from inside him, from his deepest urges.

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02-20-2013, 04:22 PM
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RE: South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
Trisha fucked by a fan!!

Trisha drove through the backwoods of pondicherry on her way to the classy resort Tamannah had told her about. The blue depth or something similar was the name and trisha had just finished filming a scene off her newest movie and decided to see if tamannah was right about the resort.

However, Trisha would have to find the place first. She had been driving for almost an hour now and maybe a total of five houses the entire time.

"Screw it, this is insane I have got to get directions."

Trisha sighted a truck pulling into a driveway and decided to see if they'd have directions. It was almost 1 a.m., so she was hoping they wouldn't be too angry, but she had to take a chance.

She drove up the driveway a minute after the truck and the driver, now outside looked puzzled at the car driving up. Trisha got out of her car and walked up to the young man.

"Hi, I hate to bother you this late, but uh, well I'm lost. I'm looking for this little resort and..."

"You're Trisha."

"Uh yeah I am." Trisha replied sheepishly.

"Holy shit. Wow ... this is like unbelievable. I'm talking to Trisha in my driveway!"

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02-20-2013, 04:22 PM
Post: #19
RE: South Indian Actresses Fantasy Sex Stories
Trisha fucked on highway

The young man chuckled and Trisha smiled. She then noticed he was wearing a movie theatre uniform and was actually very good looking, despite looking no more than 18.

"So, do you think you can help me get directions?"

"Oh yeah, we can just use my computer in the house, and come on in, we won't wake anyone up, my family just left on vacation, but I stayed cause I couldn't get out of work."

"Yeah, the movie I'm filming is taking a week-long break, it's nice. Sorry you couldn't get your vacation."

"Ah it's fine, I like the quiet. Very rare in this house. Oh, I'm Siva by the way." Siva opened the door to the house with his key and welcome Trisha inside.

The house was small but quaint and Siva led her downstairs to his room. He sighed with relief that he had cleaned it up the other day and he led her to his computer. He logged on and realized that his current wallpaper was that of Trisha herself.

His smile was sheepish, but she grinned, she looked so sexy in that picture, and this young stud looked at it all the time.

"So, you have any more pictures of me on here?" She asked with a mischievous smile. Teenage guys with computers always meant porn.

"I ... uhhh ... yeah I do. You're like one of my favorite actresses and you're gorgeous so yeah, I love looking at you." He was blushing like crazy.

"Open up the folder with all my pictures, I want to see them."

"Ok, but there's some fake pictures in there too ... no one of them look all that good." He was still blushing and she leaned in close to him, she sniffed the air curiously.

"Oh well, I'll see ... and why do I smell popcorn?"

"Ahhh, my uniform, you mind if I change out of it, it was a long night at the movies."

"Ok, and don't worry I won't peak." She winked as he walked towards his closet and started changing, she started browsing through the photos, many of them photo shoot pictures, other screen caps and then ... the fake nudes collected on

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02-20-2013, 04:23 PM
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She was curious to see them, she knew her body quite well. She loved looking in the mirror whiled she masturbates. Then she realized that this chair was where Siva played with himself thinking about her.

She started to get horny and she peaked over and Siva was in nothing but his boxers. He wasn't overly muscular, but he was in shape and he had a good body. He was going to help her out, she figured, she might as well reward him.

Trisha got up from her chair and walked over to Siva, who turned as he heard her walking towards him.

"Did the pictures bother you? I'm really sorry if they offended you ... I"

"Siva ... you said I was gorgeous. Do you masturbate thinking about me?" She looked him in the eyes and then glanced downwards to see his raging hard-on through his boxers. "Well, does the thought of me get you nice and hard?"

"Oh god yeah ... just you standing here right now has got me hard as a rock."

"Mmmm ... good." Trisha dropped to her knees and pulled Siva's boxers down over his cock.

She licked her lips, it was a good six inches and it was standing at attention inches from her face, she wrapped her hand around it and he moaned. Trisha looked up at Siva, leaned forward and licked the head and groaned again.

"I can't believe this is happening..."

"Mmm ... believe it baby ... now tell me how this feels."

She deep throated his cock and sucking like there was no tomorrow, Siva grabbed her head running hands threw her silky hair.

Between moaning, he murmured "Oh Trisha, Fuck ... yeah".

She took his cock out of her mouth and licked all the way up the shaft and then smiled at him. She once again plunged his cock into his mouth and began fondling his balls and groaned and started fucking her mouth, she looked up at him with the most seductive eyes ever and he groaned.And all her hot scenes passed before his eyes : kurivi, ghilli, some telugu movies where she exposes more..

"Trisha ... you're making me cum ... oh god ... your mouth feels so good!"

"Mmmm ... let me taste that juice of yours then."

Siva groaned and as Trisha sucked his cock, he felt himself ready to explode ... he couldn't hold on anymore and he exploded in her mouth. Thirty seconds later, she pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and licked her lips again.

"Siva that was delicious. Let's get on your bed now. I'm ready to be fucked."

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