The cameraman Peter watched as Preity Zinta walked off the set to her vanity van. She had just finished shooting the item song Happening. She looked insanely hot in that pink blouse. And those TITS!! He had never thought her breasts were that big, but it was the outfit she wore for this song that had really shown how huge they were. The way they had bounced. . . If only he had the drugs with him, he would have her right now. Maybe some other time.
"Hey you," said a guy who he recognized as Preity's spot boy, walking towards him, "Preity ma'am wants to see you in her van right now. Come with me."
He looked kinda angry. Had she seen him looking at her? The lust in his eyes would've been visible a mile away. This could go bad.
He followed the spot boy to the van. "Go in," said the spot boy as soon as they arrived. He climbed into the van.
Preity Zinta was sitting in front of a mirror, doing her make up, her back to him.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. What is your name?"
There was a pause. She kept doing her make up. He could see her front reflected in the mirror. He just couldn't take his eyes off those breasts.
"They're 34D, in case you're wondering," she said.
He was taken aback. "I-I'm sorry?"
"Cut the bullshit. I know you were staring at my tits. I saw you earlier also."
Fuck. He had no idea what to say. What was she going to do? Get him fired? Hand him to the cops? It wasn't like he had committed a crime. But then again, she was a film star and he was just a cameraman. She could fuck his life up badly if she wanted.
"Don't worry," she said, surprising him, "You're not in trouble."
He waited. He didn't know what to say anyway.
"Do you think I'm hot?" she asked.
"Y-yes," he said.
She got up and turned around to face him. "Then feel my tits."
His jaw dropped. What the fuck?! Was this a trap? Would she sue him for sexual assault if he did it?
"You know," she said, "I'm almost 35 years old. I haven't done a film in god knows how long. There are much younger actresses out there. I had to resort to doing an item number to be in a movie. My career is probably over, my IPL team is doing badly, I broke up with my boyfriend, and worst of all, I haven't been fucked in a year."
He was stunned. And yet, he knew that this was his area of expertise. Confidence came to him. "So is that what you'd like me to do?"
"Yes," she said immediately.
No pretense or beating around the bush. I like that. It was play time. He took a step forward and put his hands on her breasts, gently caressing them. He put his thumbs where he knew her nipples would be and started rubbing them. He could feel them turning hard underneath the blouse. She closed her eyes. He squeezed her tits. She hissed in pleasure and arched her head back, an orgasmic frown on her brow. He leaned forward and sucked her throat. Spending a good minute or so there, he moved down to her chest and sucked harder. Her skin was delicious. He moved down through her breasts to her stomach, opening his mouth wide and sucking as hard as he could. She was moaning with pleasure as he made it down to her navel.
He stood up and she looked into his eyes. She undid her blouse from the back. It slid down to the ground, revealing the biggest, most beautiful breasts he had ever seen in his life. He stared at them with his eyes wide open.
"Suck on them," she said.
He barely waited for her to finish the sentence and dove right in. He opened his mouth and took in as much of her right breast as was possible, sucking as hard as he could. A feverish excitement came over him as he moved on to her left breast, sucking hard. He bit her nipple and heard her wince in both pain and pleasure. He sucked every inch of those huge breasts to his heart's content and then retracted as he felt her hand pushing his head away.
"You've had your fun, now its my turn," she said, and dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned his pants and took out his monster cock, which was as hard as a rock by now. She looked up into his eyes with such lust that he almost came. She held his dick in her hand, jacking it off slowly. Then she took a breath, and took it in her mouth. He could feel her tongue underneath his dick, slurping and sucking. She moved his dick back and forth in her mouth, every now and then looking up at him with those lusty eyes.
After about 15 minutes, she got up and took off her petticoat. He saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. This one is the biggest whore. She lifted her right leg up, leaning against her dressing table. He held her right leg and put his dick into her cunt. She gasped as it maxed out. He took it out and pushed it back in again, harder this time. She moaned, the frown on her brow intensifying.
"Harder," she said, "go harder."
In and out and in and out he went, building up pace. She started screaming as he went faster and faster, and they were screams of someone who had been really horny for really long. He put her right leg onto his shoulder and grabbed her breast with his now free hand, squeezing it so hard that his fingernails were digging into it, leaving marks. He was going really fast now, ramming his cock deep into her pussy with a thudding noise, maxing out every time.
"Oh my fucking god that's so fucking deep it hurts!" she screamed. Her screams kept getting louder and her tits were bouncing with every rhythmic motion. He was sure that the van was shaking and people outside could hear her, but he just kept fucking her harder and harder until finally, she let out an almighty scream and juice squirted from her pussy and wet his dick.
"Keep on fucking," she said, "keep on fucking." He kept on going, harder still, and she came again, squirting more juice.
"When you're there," she said, "cum in my mouth."
That was enough for him. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, her voice high pitched and hoarse from all the screaming.
"Get down." She dropped to her knees with her mouth wide open, an orgasmic frown on her brow. He placed the tip of his dick on her outstretched tongue, his hand on her head, and jizzed right into her mouth. Some of it landed on her nose and lips, but most of it she swallowed, licking his cock with such hunger that he had never seen before.
"Thanks for that," she said as she got up, "now get the fuck out of my van."