Most of the time, good news carried some bad news with it... and Sreelekha was no exception. Along with the good news of her second pregnancy arrived a final reminder from the bank to clear her mortgage loan. The situation worsened further when she discovered her daughter's depression, caused by her daughter's dwindling career in her modeling job
Actually the Mitra Couple got into this financial difficulty a few years ago. Sreelekha had borrowed a lot and they spent too much over to the renovation of their house and the marriage of her only daughter Oishi. At that moment her husband was almost out of his film-shooting job. It was all very difficult and, as these things do, it affected their marriage profoundly.
While they kept their troubles from Oishi, her husband and she talked about little else.... driving out all playfulness, intimacy and, of course, sex from their life. For Sreelekha, the whole thing was undermining, emasculating...... all the cliches. She was meant to provide for the family, to take care of the money.
But it was she who took all the responsibility..... even holding down a modelling job, not getting a single chance in mainstream feature film. Over time her husband too lost touch with his friends as he became more focused on finding any type of private job.
Then one day they got the call they feared most.... a secretary from the bank phoned to set an appointment with the manager for the very next day. Her husband and she barely slept that night. They talked and talked about what they would say, how they would try to win over the manager, appealing to his sympathy.
In a way, Sreelekha was relieved when the manager introduced her to a famous Bollywood producer Mr. Shetty who would produce a special type of fun movie based solely on Bengali film actresses. Instantly she could see a way out from the serious financial crises she was facing, and it was all going to be faced, taken out of their hands, and dealt with, one way or another.
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Most of the young Bengalee girls & women's dream is a life of stardom in Tollygunge film-industry. They flocked to the tinsel-town with high hopes and expectations of being discovered by a famous movie producer or a rising star who might be happened to see them on Tollygunge and helped them to fulfill their dream. But such occurrences were rare.
These days, most young starlets were found waiting to be interviewed by someone from a modeling or similar talent agency. Though most of these budding beauties ended up with shattered dreams and broken hearts, a few did make it in the world of celluloid and sound.
Of these few, only a small percentage could move into the world of glamorous world of feature movies. The rest gravitate to flesh-films, where their young good looks and pleasing body could be more graphically displayed for the lustful audiences of admiring men and women.
Not only the young ones now started liking this profession, but now a large number of middle-aged and mature actresses of Tollygunge..... like Subhasree Ganguly, Koyel Mallick, Swastika Mukherjee etc. willingly favored this, mainly because of the huge amount of easy money they were offered.
So, when Mr. Shetty proposed her to participate in one of his fun movies through a mediator ( the bank manager ), Sreelekha couldn't turn down his covetable offer. At first instance, she flinched back getting such vulnerable proposal from him..... but instantly, her offence was defused with the huge money he offered.
She couldn't believe herself when he showed her some raw video-clips of top three Tollygunge actresses in different coital positions with young porn heroes. No doubt, the numerous sizzling photographs of these starlets in Mr. Shetty's special album significantly helped her to choose her new career.
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( After one month ) Sreelekha had invited her daughter Oishi over for a coffee..... knowing the acute monetary problem, she was now facing..... which threw her in a depression. Oishi had spilled her guts over the phone to her mother a few days ago. So, she met her mother at her house one evening..... who welcomed her warmly offering her a glass of brandy.
At first the mother-daughter talked about their families as they drank the brandy in their big drawing room..... one in their mid-forties while the other one in her early twenties. The women, one possessing a curvaceous figure with a bob-cut hairstyle ( Sreelekha ) and the other ( Oishi ) with long wavy hair, were busy in their chatting, mainly about the crisis of sufficient roles in Bengali feature films.
"Oishi, we need to talk. I know your modelling job isn't running well...... even Ankan fails to have an positive impact in Tollygunge, " Like a real concerning Bengalee mother Sreelekha said.
"Yes, Mamoni..... it becomes too much for me...... please do something!" Oishi's eyes filled with tears.
"Don't upset baby, I've chalked a way out, " her mother assured her..... wiping out her tears. "But before that you have to promise me, you will never spill out a single word about this to anyone but your husband."
She then mentioned she hadn't had a role in two years, and it was hard for her to maintain a smooth life until she landed a significant role in a big-budget film just two weeks ago. However, in between this, getting Almighty God's blessing, she was able to curb the immense tension of her acute shortage of money. For this, she was very grateful to her bank manager, who had introduced her to a famous Bollywood producer.
Actually she had always assumed they were drawing on big savings, but in reality it wasn't. Later she noticed a minimum balance in their bank account, which forced her to accept that tempting proposal to act in 'special fun movies' for that big Bollywood producer.
"What's this about?" Oishi asked with a crooked brow, "Are you guys OK?"
"We're no doubt now, but this is about you. I know how bad things you're facing now and I think I can provide some assistance if you're really interested. But if what I tell you gets out in public, this could ruin our family's reputation..... specially my images, so you have to promise me, OK? Sreelekha looked at her daughter seriously.
"Oh Mamoni.... you can trust me, I promise." Oishi said as she thought her mother was going to tell her about some illegal trade or scam, but what she heard next made her jaw drop.
"I don't know any other way to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt..... actually I've to engage in raw sex in front of camera to get us a lump sum money when we've no money in hands."
"Wwww..... hhhhh...... atttt!" Oishi almost blurted out..... in acute shock.
"Try to understand..... there was nothing else we could do. We were about to lose the house, and there was no way we could let that happen. Then I came in contact with that big producer through my friend Swastika and the bank manager. He produces hard core porn movies of Bengalee heroines..... behind his false work of making feature films and that made him really rich."
Hearing all these, Oishi became bright red, and she felt her heart jump at that last. She was speechless. And Sreelekha could see that her daughter was starting to tremble and blush herself, but she carried on with her story.
"I think he gets his kicks out of this. However, sometimes he took part in his own movie by having sex with the heroines on camera."
"I've also heard the involvement of some Tollygunge heroines in porn. At first I thought it a worthless rumour..... but now I see the reality." Oishi paused. "But how could you, Mamoni? How could you have sex with someone on camera and allow it to show others? And do you like it, Mamoni?"
"Yes, it was amazing!"
"But I couldn't believe it till now....... Is Bapi aware about your new profession? Is he let you do this?"
"Actually it was his idea, " Sreelekha replied in which her daughter got another shock. And when it sank in on her that her mother was even suggesting she should do the same to overcome from her financial crises, she was almost choked.
"We were about to lose everything Oishi. And that's when Mr. Shetty helped us to repay the mortgage loan. It pulled us through until we could get a chance in a big budget movie. We just finished paying the huge mortgage loan back last month."
"But Mamoni..."
"Look, first of all, you'll be relieved from the stress of your monetary problem. Moreover, it's just sex which you can really enjoy." Sreelekha raised the benefits of her new profession to her worrying daughter. "And about your image..... no one but you and a few top level VVIP get to know about it. So there's nothing to be worried about."
"Means, I may trust that producer..... but..." Oishi looked at her mother in confusion.
"No 'but' Oishi. I know, you're a promising and sexy model in Tollygunge, yet you've failed to sign in the film industry. I'm sure you can easily tackle your financial problems through this."
"This means you want me to try my luck in fun films like you." She said. "But where is it shoot?"
"The shooting will take place in a highly confidential way at his studio which is situated at the top floor of his hotel 'Moonlight' and you'll receive the master copy if requested, while a second copy will be used for the entertainment of high end customers in that hotel only."
"Oh.... beautiful.... means, the system runs in complete secrecy!"
"Yes, not only me, the image of a large no. of film-celebrities are associated with it. So you needn't to worry about the damage of your reputation." She looked at her daughter confidently. "And listen, you are my only daughter...... so I would never ask you to do something like this which would throw you in serious problem. I know you need the money badly. This may be the only way for you two to make it through this, and you can help me get this part of my life behind me in the process."
Oishi started to think the matter seriously as they just sat there.... looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she broke the silence "Mamoni, if you don't mind I want to see it... your video..... give me the pendrive of your fun movie."
Sreelekha stood and looked at her beautiful daughter smilingly as she moved to her bedroom. She came back with a pendrive within five minutes and gave that to her.
"Watch this..... it's actually based on my second Fulsajjya ( Wedding-night Bed, covered by different types of flowers ). .... a real one and let me know your opinion, " Sreelekha said offering the pendrive as her puzzled daughter came back to her house after sometime..... thinking excitedly what her mother actually wanted to say about 'Second Fulsajjya & Real One'.
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Ankan closed the door behind them and grabbed his wife's waist, pulling her toward him, kissing her hard. He felt her tongue push into his tongue forcefully; she was definitely hot and bothered.
"I'm going to shower, babe, " Oishi almost whispered. "I'll be quick, I promise." She smirked, playing with her wavy hair. "In the meantime you prepare the room and watch my Mamoni's video."
By the time she emerged from the shower, hair still wet and now clad in a sexy black teddy, the fun-film of her mother had gotten good, as they say. As she slithered into the bed next to her husband and turned to him, she was greeted with her mother's wide eyes as her mouth stretched around the massive black cock of Selim Chacha.
"Well well well, dirty boy, you see how my mother took his cock? And do you believe..... he has made her pregnant also, " She gave her husband a coy look that made immediately clear that she was happy to go along.
"But I still can't believe it...... Your mother looked so sober and chaste..... and here she is behaving like a slut!" He paused.
"I told you earlier she had no option!" Oishi tried to support her mother's stance.
"I can guess that, " he said looking excitedly at the TV screen..... his milf MIL was sucking Selim's huge black pole like a professional porn actress. "Your mother is pro..... I'm sure you would do better than your mother."
"Umm, yeah......" She bit her lip. She curled her body up close to her husband on the bed, reaching down to take firm grip of his very erect dick. "Though it's crazy, you know, I'm really excited about my mother's second pregnancy."
"You know we're trying to conceive a child for the last two years..... but we failed due to my low level sperm accountability. I think you should try it with him." He said in giggling.
"Mmmm..... hmmm..." Her hand was still on his hard cock, slowly pulsing it, but her attention was now fully affixed to the screen where her mother began bobbing up and down on Selim Chacha's huge cock with remarkable speed and precision.
"I'm serious baby..... I wouldn't mind."
"Wow..... You're a naughty husband..... I can't do that.... it's so nasty even to think about getting pregnant by the same person who has impregnated my mother."
"Well, maybe..... but we've no other option too, " laughed Ankan.
Oishi smiled but didn't laugh back. Her eyes were almost glassy, mesmerized, as her mother now worked the base of Selim Chacha's cock furiously in tandem with her mouth on it's head.
"How is he not cumming already..."
Ankan pulled his wife into him further, wrapping his right arm all the way around her until his thumb and forefinger found the hard, pink nipple of her right boob, slowly rolling it between them. He leaned into and slowly gave her a series of gentle kisses across her neck.
By the time he looked back at Selim Chacha in the screen, he now saw all him, a muscled marvel, with a dick that perhaps just a bit longer than him, but incredibly thick. On the screen, he had pushed his mother-in-law back on to the bed and crawled over her, slapping his cock against her pussy.
Ankan couldn't believe the effect the film was having on his wife. She had been horny already, but this was something else. She remained transfixed, and her breathing had gotten very shallow. Selim Chacha, on the film, proceeded to bury his cock to the hilt, and hearing her mother's moan, Oishi swallowed hard.
"Holy shit..." She whispered.
The film cut to a close-up of Selim Chacha's huge Nigro-like cock rhythmically going in and out of her mother's cleanly shaven cunt. Her swollen pink pussy-lips were pulled and stretched lewdly with his black cock every time he pulled back.
Ankan kept pinching his wife's right nipple with one hand as he slid his left hand under the teddy and between her legs. He expected her to be aroused, but what he found was... crazy. She was soaked..... literally dripping.
And her clit, which normally has to be rubbed and coaxed into coming out to play, was slick and hard as a rock. He did nothing more than run his index finger between her pussy lips and across her slit, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from her, followed by a low moan.
On the screen, his mother-in-law was now getting properly pounded, as Ankan began to rub light circles around his wife's clit in rhythm. She reached into his pyjama and pulled out his cock..... very respectable in size.... like the monster she was currently mesmerized by..... began to stroke it mindlessly.
He gave her clit a few furious flicks and then dropped his hand, thrusting two fingers into her. Finding her g-spot, he began to feather it the way that always drove her crazy.
"Yesssss..." she hissed, dropping her head into his lap and taking his cock in her mouth briefly, eyes never leaving the screen.
Just then Oishi saw her mother writhe and she could guess her mother was having an orgasm, judging by the gush of fluid that accompanied it. Selim Chacha then flipped her over and bent her down on the bed on all fours, head pressed into the sheets.
"I need you to fuck me, right now." She mumbled..... lifting her head. The words were emotionless, almost robotic. Ankan had never heard her be so direct. He began to roll on top of her but she stopped him.
"What's the matter?" He was surprised.
"No, do me from behind..... like my mother..... I mean doggy-style." She directed his attention towards the screen.
Ankan obliged happily...... pressing her forward so that they both faced the screen. Her pussy was hot liquid as he entered her. He began to fuck her aggressively, unable to contain his passions.
"No.... no, slowly, just like them." Oishi cautioned her husband.
He looked to the screen, where his mother-in-law's ass was pushed up into the air. Selim had her head pressed hard into the bedsheet with one hand as he very slowly sank his cock into her. He then pulled out just as slowly, almost torturing her with his cock as each inch of it dragged across her engorged labia.
Ankan followed suit, trying to mimic the precise pace of the couple's fuck. After a few moments, he felt relieved...... he had gotten so hot by slowing down his thrust. He'd actually be able to last longer than the 30 seconds before blowing his load and bringing an end to the hot scenario unfolding before him. Oishi began to moan loudly and roll her hips.... if her goal was to be tortured and tantalized, she was getting what she wanted.
"You ready to cum again for me, baby?" He heard Selim Chacha ask his mother-in-law..... after a few minutes as the movie took another turn.
"Oh, God, yes please!" Sreelekha moaned in the screen as Selim grabbed a fistful of her hair, and barked to her "Then cum and get this dick, baby..... cum fuck this dick."
With that he leaned back a little, and Sreelekha began to work her hips back and forth, building up the speed, until her ass began to smack loudly on his thighs with each of her thrusts.
"Like that, like that, " Oishi whispered..... watching her mother getting pounded roughly by Selim Chacha.
Ankan got the hint. He pulled her hair gently and stopped thrusting, letting her do the work. Oishi's eyes remain glued to the TV, where there was now a close-up of her mother's very red, glistening pussy impaling itself over and over on Selim's black cock. She and her mother were picking up the pace, and Ankan could tell from her breathing and flushed back that his wife was getting very close to orgasm.
"Nice work, baby. You get ready to cum for me..." Selim Chacha growled.
He pulled Sreelekha up hard by the hair, pinching her nipples hard with his free hand, and began to fuck her fast and hard. By now Ankan got the game.... he followed suit. He had never seen his wife this hot before. His entire face was flushed, on fire, and he could feel her wetness dripping onto his balls.
"Oh fuck, yes, oh my God..." Oishi seemed like she could barely breathe at this point.
On screen, Ankan watched as the stud servant cum driver kept slamming into his respected Sasurima, fist full of hair, and then dropped his left hand under her pelvis and rubbed her clit with abandon. He did the same, finding the hard ball of fire that was his wife's clit and rubbing harder than he'd ever done.
"Now cum for me baby, cum for me." Ankan felt his wife's entire body go rigid, and she leaned forward and balled up the sheets in both fists, as he tried to furiously to hang on, continuing to rub her clit as she tensed.
"Ohhhhhh...... I'm cumming......, " Oishi suddenly screamed..... not a loud one.... not a short..... but it pierced.
It came out from the top of her lungs, long, guttural scream. It seemed her orgasm was forging an explosive path through every inch of her, obliterating both mind and body. By now, her husband had lost his maneuvering on her clit, but continued to fuck her hard, so distracted by the spectacle that he had somehow managed not to cum yet.
As the scream trailed off into a low growl, Oishi seemed in wonder that the orgasm's shock-waves were continued. She now started grinding her ass into her husband's crotch as he fucked her, writhing and groaning, in between short gasped breaths.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck." She was moaning continuously and he felt her pussy pulse on his cock, he couldn't take it any longer, and came hard in a few last thrusts before collapsing alongside her on the bed.
For what seemed like an eternity, they simply lay like that, panting, not really understanding what had just happened. Ankan's mind was still reeling with the hottest scene he'd ever seen of his Sasurima making love with her servant-husband..... while his wife turned away from the screen, and gave an exhausted look to him.
To be continued.....