This is a fictional story and has no connection to any person.
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As you all know, I Christina work in Hindi films and have been a superstar.
I was born in Hong Kong, and only lived in London for three years, but everyone thinks I grew up in London.
I was a small-time model, and as is typical of a model's extravagant life, I would do fashion shows here and there, wear skimpy outfits, and go to rich people's parties to please them.
Rich men loved my fair, exotic skin, sexy, sexy body, and free-spirited demeanor, so they paid me a good amount of dollars for a night. I was enjoying my life, and eventually, I wanted to seduce a wealthy old man and marry him.
But destiny had something else in store.
At one such party, I met Bollywood film director Azad. I was offered $500 to spend an hour in a room with him, which was a good amount.
As soon as we reached the hotel room, Azad asked me to strip naked. I took off my skirt, my T-shirt, and my bra and panties. Slowly, swaying like a strip dancer, I removed my bra and panties as well, leaving me completely naked.
Azad was mesmerized by my naked body. Stupid man.
He quickly took off his clothes and got naked, his penis already erect.
Azad: "Christina baby, come to me quickly, and stroke my cock."
I went over to Azad, swaying my ass, and slowly began to caress his naked penis. Azad brutally grabbed my head and pushed my face between his legs. Ugh, his pubic hair wasn't even shaved, and his penis was hidden in the hair.
I removed his pubic hair with my hand and started kissing his black penis. Azad moaned. After all, he was getting his 500 dollars back.
I took Azad's penis in my mouth and, using my wet tongue, began to suck it passionately. Azad began to feel a heavenly pleasure.
I spat generously on Azad's penis, wetting it thoroughly, and began sucking it like a lollipop. Azad moaned with pleasure. His penis would go deep into my mouth and then suddenly come out. This pleasure continued for a long time.
I made Azad ejaculate by sucking his black penis, and like a lustful dog, he spread his sperm on my mouth, lips, cheeks and neck.
Like a cheap whore, I took a paper napkin and started cleaning the sperm spread on my mouth and throat.
Azad was very happy. He looked at me lovingly and said:
Azad: "Will you work in films?"
I couldn't believe my ears!
It seemed that like the thousands of people who make promises to me every day in the party, Azad must also be one such fake person.
Azad: "I am a Bollywood director, and I am looking for a heroine for my new Hindi film Jhoom."
It took me only five seconds to say yes. And that's how I became Bollywood's biggest heroine, sucking cock.
But Azad was an asshole director. Jhoom was badly beaten and not even a dog went to see her in the hall.
Yes, but my attractive body was praised everywhere. I performed my fair share of raunchy scenes in Jhoom, and caused quite a stir.
Then, in 2003, I met Sultan Bhai at a film party.
Who doesn't know Sultan Bhai? All of Bollywood is licking Sultan Bhai's ass.
I also became Sultan's girlfriend by licking his penis, but I did not know that Sultan was a bad person and a number one drunkard.
Drinking alcohol was the Sultan's daily routine.
When he drinks alcohol, he also abuses.
When he drinks, he drives fast and even kills people.
When he drinks alcohol, he also beats his girlfriend.
I was beaten severely by the Sultan. He beat me in every way possible. I still have the marks of his beatings on my body.
A girl gradually gets used to being beaten by her man. I, too, had gotten used to being beaten.
But the matter was not limited to just beating.
One evening, when I went to meet Sultan at his home, his bodyguard, Gera, was sitting with him. Sultan trusts only Gera, and no one else.
Sultan: "Come baby, I was missing you."
Sultan sat drunk, and Gera was also preparing a drink. Cigarette smoke wafted through the room.
I went over to Sultan and sat on his lap. I was wearing a short micro skirt, which was barely there.
When Sultan saw my bare thighs, he began caressing them. His hand slowly moved up my skirt.
Soon Sultan's fingers were in my panties and my pussy was getting wet.
Christina: "Oh Sultan, Gera is also sitting here, please ask him to leave."
Sultan: "Gera is a shadow, my shadow. Wherever I am, there is Gera. Don't worry, baby."
Sultan slid my panty with his fingers and started inserting it into my pussy.
I started purring lustily like a bitch in the midst of sexual pleasure. Gera was laughing at our actions.
Sultan inserted his thick finger deep into my pussy and continued to play with it with one hand, holding a glass of wine in the other, because the wine must not be stopped.
I sat on Sultan's lap like a cheap whore, getting my pussy rubbed in front of another man. I was incredibly embarrassed, but what could I do?
After playing with my pussy for about five minutes, Sultan got in the mood to fuck me.
Sultan: "Gera, close the room door."
Gera: "Yes brother."
Gera closed the door and sat back in his seat.
Sultan: "Come on, get naked now."
I was embarrassed in front of Gera, but the Sultan had commanded. I pulled down my skirt, removed my wet panties, and also took off my T-shirt and bra.
Now I was standing completely naked in front of both the men in the room.
Gera was also gazing at my naked ass, legs, and back. Sultan was drinking, his eyes fixed on my plump white breasts and pink pussy.
I stood naked like this for four-five minutes, and both the men kept drinking.
Then they started joking among themselves.
Sultan: "How did you like this white bitch from London, Gera?"
Gera: "She's a great piece of ass, bro!"
Both of them started laughing. I, Bollywood's biggest heroine, was standing there, completely naked and silent, in front of two men.
Sultan: "This girl licks the best cock in the entire industry, Gera."
Gera started laughing.
Sultan: "Why are you laughing, you bastard, don't you believe what I say?"
Gera: "No brother, if you say so then it will happen."
Sultan: "Okay, you'll believe me now. Go Christina, take off Gera's pants, and lick his dick."
Christina: "But Sultan, I'm your girlfriend. Why would I lick Gera's dick?"
Sultan: "See, what a respectable girl she is."
Both of them started laughing again.
Sultan slapped me, then motioned for me to go to Gera. I had to go, I had to.
I went to Gera's side, knelt down, and began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Sultan was watching us drink. I was completely naked, and Gera's penis was erect.
As soon as he opened the zip, Gera's thick black penis jumped out and stood erect right in front of my mouth.
I took out my hot wet tongue and started licking Gera's penis from bottom to top.
Gera: "Ahh ahh, it was fun."
The Sultan started laughing. Both were completely drunk.
Sultan: "Now you believe it, don't you?"
Both of them started laughing.
Gera grabbed my head by the hair and, with all his might, slammed his thick cock into my mouth, all the way to my throat. I began to gasp for breath.
Sultan: "Will you kill this bitch?"
Gera started laughing, and he loosened his grip.
I felt relieved.
Now, holding my hair, Gera began to move my head up and down, and I began to suck his penis thoroughly. Gera now began to moan loudly in pleasure.
Gera: "Oh what a bitch Christina is, fair skinned like a lady, she's a great whore. Aaaah aaaah, it was fun."
The Sultan continued drinking.
After a while, Sultan also started to get aroused. He took off his jeans and, naked, walked towards me.
Now two muscular men in the room were desperate to fuck me.
I am in trouble today, I thought to myself.
Sultan came up behind me and asked me to raise my ass. I raised my buttocks in the air while sucking his cock. Sultan placed his naked cock on my pussy and began to insert it. I was still sucking Gera's cock from the front.
Sultan was so drunk that his penis was not entering my vagina, and he was staggering while standing due to intoxication.
Seeing this, Gera held both the hands of his master, balanced him, and then Sultan somehow inserted his penis into my pussy from behind.
Now I was on my hands and knees on the floor in a doggy position. Sultan was pounding me from behind, abusing me profusely, while Gera was fucking my mouth from the front.
Both the men were standing on me like a triangle, and I was getting fucked from both sides forming the base of the triangle.
Both men fucked me to a pulp. Then Sultan asked Gera:
Sultan: "Gera, will you fuck madam?"
Gera: "Yes, I will kill you, Sultan Bhai."
Laughing, they changed positions. Now Sultan's cock was in my mouth, and Gera's was in my pussy.
Today, Bollywood's biggest heroine was getting fucked in a condition worse than a bitch.
Gera: "Uff Sultan Bhai, this white lady's pussy is so hot and wet, it is so tight, I feel like fucking her pussy every morning and evening."
Sultan: "Whenever you feel like it, fuck her pussy, Gera."
Both men started laughing loudly.
Gera, in a fit of ecstasy, began slapping my fair ass hard. Sultan held my hair tightly and thrust his cock deep inside me. He was fucking me by holding my hair and moving my mouth back and forth.
Gera was leaving marks on my tender thighs and ass with his nails. Violently moving his ass back and forth, Gera was pushing his cock deep into my tender pussy. My pussy was becoming a pulp. I was whimpering like a weak bitch.
Both were hurling filthy insults. They were going mad with pleasure and lust. They were both enjoying my depleted state, and they were applying more and more force to tear my tender holes.
I started screaming like a mad bitch in pain and lust.
Christina: "Fuck me, fuck me, you bitches. Rape me. Tear my holes, you bastards. Take my life, you bitches."
Both were laughing and fucking.
Christina: "Kill my pussy, tear it apart you dogs, I am a number one cheap whore, squeeze my cheek and shove your dick deep inside me you dogs."
Both of them were enjoying my dirty, vulgar talk. Sultan took out his penis and shoved the liquor bottle into my mouth. I drank it in large gulps, turning into a drunken bitch. Gera was tearing my pussy apart.
Christina: "You bastards, pee on my face, I'll drink your piss, you bastards."
Sultan, in his lust, slapped me twice or thrice on the cheeks, and I went mad with shame, lust, and pain. My cheeks turned red, and the thick penis was beginning to hurt my throat.
I started to enjoy this kind of bad behavior. I had become Sultan's bitch.
In no time, they both ejaculated, filling my mouth and pussy with hot sperm. As soon as they pulled their cocks out of my holes, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Sultan: "I had a lot of fun today, Gera."
Gera took a look at my unconscious body and agreed with the boss.
This was how my days were passing: superstar by day and cheap whore by night.
I wanted to marry Sultan, but he kept me as a bitch and whore.
These five years with Sultan were the worst days of my life.
Then one day, in 2008, we got an invitation to a filmy birthday party.
This was the birthday of Jaibeer from the biggest film family of Bollywood.
One look at Jaibeer made me dizzy. He had a similar effect on girls. Every girl fell madly in love with him at first sight.
Such a big family and such a handsome son. What more could a heroine want?
Jaibeer had come to the birthday party with his girlfriend Lipika, and interestingly, it was Lipika who introduced me to Jaibeer at the party.
Jaibeer: "Hello Christina!"
Christina: "Hello, Jaibeer."
Jaibeer's eyes were intoxicating. The way he stared at me from top to bottom made it seem as if he was undressing me with his eyes.
It didn't take me long to get naked.
Avoiding Lipika's gaze at the party, Jaibeer signaled me to come towards the bathroom.
I ran away.
Once in the bathroom, it took me no time to undress. Within five seconds, my clothes were on the floor, and I was completely naked in front of Jaibir.
Jaibir looked me over, naked, from top to bottom. His mouth watered at the sight of my beautiful, fair breasts. He playfully slapped my bare ass, and I sighed mischievously.
Then Jaibeer opened the zip of his pants and signaled me to suck his pink white penis.
I have never sucked anyone's dick with so much love, so much hard work and so much intoxication in my entire life.
For 15 minutes, I sat there on the commode, sucking Jaibeer's naked, white penis with complete devotion. Jaibeer moaned with pleasure, playing with my naked body. He ejaculated into my mouth twice. I absorbed every drop of his sperm with complete devotion, drinking it as if it were nectar.
Jaibir was delighted by my hard work, dedication, and my stunning naked, exotic body. Our whirlwind affair began right there on the bathroom commode. Jaibir completely forgot his girlfriend, Lipika, in those 15 minutes. I, too, forgot Sultan in those 15 minutes.
The next eight years were the happiest of my life. My films became superhits. I became the biggest heroine, and I aspired to become the daughter-in-law of Bollywood's biggest family.
Sex with Jaibir was absolutely mind-blowing. I'd lie there, quenching his thirst, and let Jaibir play with every inch of my body. Jaibir would enjoy my youthful, sexy body to his heart's content, but men are dogs, aren't they?
Even after fucking me hundreds of times, Jaibeer's lust was not satisfied.
He would enter whatever hot new pussy he found.
I caught him naked in his bedroom with young models on numerous occasions. Sometimes, two or three naked girls would be found in his room at the same time.
I was worried. I began to think I wouldn't get married like this.
I will probably just keep spreading my legs and quenching the thirst of all the men in the industry, and will grow old like this.
Then came Mickey!
I met Mickey on stage during the Screen Awards in 2019.
A new film star, not from a big family, but he wanted to have an affair with a big heroine.
He wanted to move beyond being a good actor to becoming a big star. So, I, Superstar Christina, could do that perfectly.
But I wanted marriage.
I had gone crazy after being fucked so much, and my ears were tired of hearing about Jaibeer's thousands of affairs.
As soon as I met Mickey on the stage of Screen Awards, it was as if heaven and earth had met us.
Maybe we were made for each other.
From the moment we first met, we stared at each other for minutes. It felt like hours had passed.
The first words Mickey whispered in my ear were:
Mickey: "Will you be my girlfriend, Christina?"
Hearing this, just after meeting for the first time, took me by surprise. But before I could hear the answer, Mickey went back to the awards stage, and I felt uneasy inside.
Will this boy be my groom? I was in a dilemma.
Over the next few weeks, we met repeatedly: in hotels, out of town, abroad, everywhere.
We also had sex to our hearts' content. Ours wasn't brutal like Sultan's, or lustful like Jaibir's, but it was sweet, filled with love.
Mickey would kiss my naked body for hours. He would kiss me from top to bottom. I was a toy in his hands, and I loved it.
In 2021, after a two-year affair, Mickey proposed to me for marriage.
I was filled with joy. I hugged Mickey with joy and said "yes, yes, yes" a thousand times.
We got married in a luxurious palace in Rajasthan, and yes, I did send a wedding card to Sultan and Jaibeer. But only Gera came to the wedding, and he left me an expensive gift from Sultan.
Today, I am a happy married woman. This, friends, is my story, told in my own words.
Hope you liked it.