“Yes…Swastika informed me about your fascination of the Bengalee film-actresses, specially for me and Sreelekha. But I hadn’t the idea that you love me…..I mean my films so much,” Gargi replied enthusiastically knowing Jamal’s fondness of her films. Although Gargi had so many fans in Bengal as well as outside Kolkata, she couldn’t believe an avid young Arabian Muslim fan of her in Saudi Arab.
“Actually I always fantasise you in the smallest outfits when I watched your films. You might know from Sujitbabu that I asked for something special from you, right?”
“I do,” Gargi became happy hearing her praises from an unknown Arabian guy who was more than twenty yrs junior than her. She added further, putting on a sexy smirk on her beautiful face, “Sounds like fun.”
She turned around so that her bubble ass faced him and swaying her large ass provocatively like a real whore, she asked, “You like?” as she looked into his eyes over her shoulder. Jamal gulped down watching the glamourous matured Bengalee actress’s jiggling ass-gloves as he took the opportunity to put his hand on her ass.
He caressed it gently, and murmured, “Oh, yes.” His other hand quickly slid up her side, and tentatively slid under her arm where the fingertips tickled the outside edge of her tit, through her bra. “The money’s over there,” he continued, nodding at a sealed bundle of two thousand rupees notes on the desk.
Gargi gave her son-like client a small peck on the cheek, and walked out off his hands and into the money. Safely stashing the fee in her purse, she turned towards him with a bright smile on her face.
Taking her cue from the fact that Jamal hadn’t dressed to meet her, she said. “I’ll bet you’d like to get out of that robe first, and then we can take our time getting me out of my clothes. Do you like my little ensemble?”
Gargi turned slowly, giving him a chance to drink in her beauty. The mid-thigh, flared hips, a ‘Swastik’ logo on her tight skirt, which contrasted nicely with the white, sheer, low-cut satin T-shirt, through which her black push-up bra was clearly visible. Undoubtedly it represented the Bengalee celeb as a high-class callgirl. The fabrics were very sheer, and just dark enough to be obvious. They were calculated to make any man want to slide his hands up under her skirt, whether he knew she was a prostitute or not.
“Oh, yeah, Gargidevi. You’re so fucking sexy! So ass-fucking sexy!” he grinned as he took her into his strong arms from behind.
So he wants to talk dirty, Gargi realized and she tried to match with her young client as she whispered in his ear, “You like fucking the matured Bengalee heroines up the asshole, do you?”
She undid the long robe and slipped it off his shoulders. His erection greeted her immediately. She’d seen few bigger cocks in her professional career to please her producers and directors. It was important to consider when she thought about where it was going. At least it wasn’t some monster penis that would make her anus hurt for days.
Jamal kissed her on the lips, making it obvious that he wanted to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She obliged, opening her mouth to let it in, as she thought it as a common part of the job. However she had to perform even worse than many of the kinkier acts with some older producers to obtain filmy-role in their films.