ANUSHKA SHARMA | The Bollywood Party - Chapter 01

 

Disclaimer: This story contains names resembling real celebrities. I have no favorism to any celebrity. Names have been used purely for the fantasy and entertainment. If you are a particular celebrity fan and if kinks involving them would hurt you, sorry, please do not read this.

 

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This happens around 2015 Time period  

 

It’s an usual Typical Bollywood Party in the end of every Movie Success an its was conduct by an famous Production House and Its already filled With Celebrities Music and Giggles it was around 9PM everyone was fully drunken ,and Then Anushka Sharma stumbled out of the restroom, her eyes glazed over and her makeup smudged. She bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes, sending the glasses clattering to the floor. "Oopsie daisy!" she slurred, giggling uncontrollably. The waiter, a young man named Vikram, knelt down to clean up the mess. As he did, Anushka swayed over and plopped down next to him, her hand landing on his thigh. "Well hello there, handsome," she purred, leaning in close. "You're much cuter than the other waitstaff. What's your name?" Vikram froze as Anushka's hand crept up his thigh, her hot breath tickling his neck. He glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed the drunken actress molesting him. "I-I'm Vikram, ma'am," he stammered, trying to scoot away. But Anushka's grip on his leg tightened. "Mmm, Vikram," she breathed, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "What a strong, masculine name. And such a strong, masculine body..." Her hand slid higher, cupping the growing bulge in his pants. Vikram gasped, his face flushing bright red.

"P-please, ma'am," he begged, "Someone might see." Anushka's fingers tighten around Vikram's growing erection through his pants, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face as she feels him twitch beneath her touch. "Let them see," she purrs, her other hand sliding up his chest to toy with the collar of his waiter's uniform. "I don't care who watches me play with my new toy." The young man's breath comes in short, panicked gasps as she unbuckles his belt with practiced ease, the sound loud in the relative quiet of the service hallway. Her fingers make quick work of his zipper, tugging his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. Vikram's entire body tenses as Anushka's cool fingers wrap around his stiffening cock, her grip firm but gentle as she starts stroking him slowly. His breath catches as she leans in closer, her alcohol-scented breath hot against his ear. "You've got a nice one here," she murmurs, her thumb swirling over the head of his cock. "And you're so hard already... does this turn you on, Vikram? The thought of a famous actress touching you like this?" His hips jerk involuntarily as she picks up speed, her other hand still kneading his thigh. The narrow service hallway provides little cover, but Anushka seems to have forgotten about discretion entirely. Vikram bites his lip hard as Anushka's hand works his cock with increasing intensity, her fingers slick with precum. Her other hand moves to his balls, rolling them gently as she nuzzles against his neck. The actress's teeth graze his skin before she licks a stripe up to his earlobe.

 

"Mmm, you taste good," she purrs, her breath hot against his ear. "I bet you'll taste even better when I make you come." Her thumb presses against the slit of his cockhead, smearing the droplets of precum around the tip.

Vikram's entire body trembles as he looks around desperately, afraid someone might walk by. The service hallway remains empty, but the muffled sounds of the party filter through the walls. Anushka's hand works his cock faster, her grip firm and practiced. Her other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. "Don't be shy, Vikram," she breathes, her free hand sliding up his chest to toy with the collar of his uniform. "I want to hear you moan for me." Her thumb brushes against the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure through him. "You're so hard for me already," she purrs, her fingers tightening around his shaft. "Does it turn you on, knowing you're touching a famous actress like this?" The young man's breath comes in short, panicked gasps as she unbuckles his belt with practiced ease, the sound loud in the relative quiet of the service hallway. Her fingers make quick work of his zipper, tugging his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. Vikram's entire body tenses as Anushka's cool fingers wrap around his stiffening cock, her grip firm but gentle as she starts stroking him slowly. His breath catches as she leans in closer, her alcohol-scented breath hot against his ear. "You've got a nice one here," she murmurs, her thumb swirling over the head of his cock. "And you're so hard already..." Her thumb brushes against the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure through him. "You're so hard for me already," she purrs, her fingers tightening around his shaft. "Does it turn you on, knowing you're touching a famous actress like this?"

Vikram's head lolls back against the wall, his hips bucking involuntarily into Anushka's grip. "Oh god, yes," he groans, his voice rough with need. "I can't believe this is happening." Anushka chuckles darkly, her hand moving faster, pumping his cock with quick, practiced strokes. "Believe it, handsome." She stroked it hard The young waiter's body convulses as Anushka's skilled hand works his cock, her fingers sliding effortlessly over his slick shaft. He gasps, "Oh fuck, I'm close!" His breathing quickens as the pressure builds in his loins, his hips jerking involuntarily as he nears his climax. Anushka senses his impending orgasm and increases her pace, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head of his cock as she strokes him furiously. "That's it, Vikram," she purrs, her other hand cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my hand." Vikram's entire body tenses as pleasure erupts from his core, his cock pulsing in Anushka's grip. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip, splattering across her hand and splashing onto the front of her dress. He groans openly now, no longer caring about the possibility of being seen—his climax consumes all his attention. Anushka doesn't stop stroking, milking his cock as he spills onto her fingers, her other hand still massaging his balls through the aftershocks. "Mmm, yes," she murmurs, watching his face contort in ecstasy. "That's it, baby. Give me everything." After what seemed like an eternity, Vikram's orgasm finally subsides, leaving him panting and weak-limbed. Anushka slowly releases her grip on his now-softening cock, bringing her cum-covered hand to her mouth and licking it clean with a wicked grin. "Mmm, delicious," she purrs, standing up and adjusting her disheveled dress. "I think I need a fresh drink after that workout."

 

Vikram quickly pulls up his pants and buckles his belt, his face flushed with embarrassment and a tinge of guilt. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," he stammers, still catching his breath. "I don't know what came over me." Anushka smirks, leaning down to wipe a stray drop of cum from the tip of his still-sensitive cock with her thumb before popping it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. "Oh darling, you did exactly what came over you," she purrs, straightening up and fixing her dress. "And I very much enjoyed it."

 

She steps back, admiring her handiwork—her dress now stained with his release, her hand sticky with his cum. "You should be thanking me, not apologizing." Vikram's face burns as he looks down at his ruined uniform pants, the front still damp with the evidence of what just transpired. "Well," Anushka continues, running a hand through her messy hair with a satisfied smile. "That was fun. Maybe I'll find you later for round two." She turns on her heel, swaying slightly as she heads back toward the main party area. Before she disappears around the corner, she tosses one last glance over her shoulder. "And Vikram? If anyone asks, you were just helping me with a... wardrobe malfunction." Her laughter echoes down the hallway as she vanishes from sight, leaving Vikram alone with his racing thoughts and the undeniable evidence of what just happened. Anushka saunters back into the lavish party, her stained dress and tousled hair drawing a few curious glances from the other guests. She spots her publicist, Rakesh, and saunters over with a sly grin. "Rakesh, darling! I need another drink, and I think I might have had a small... wardrobe malfunction. Could you possibly find me something to wear?" She presses herself against him, her cum-stained dress rubbing against his suit as she whispers in his ear, "And make sure it's not see-through this time, okay?" Rakesh raises an eyebrow, his face flushing slightly as he catches the scent of sex clinging to Anushka. He quickly recovers his professional demeanor, though he can't quite hide the way his eyes flicker down to her disheveled appearance. "Of course, Anushka," he murmurs, discreetly dabbing at a spot of cum on her shoulder with his handkerchief. "I'll have something brought to the green room immediately." He hands her a fresh drink, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary. Anushka sips her drink with a satisfied smile, swirling the liquid in the glass as she watches the other guests.

 

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