Its the story about former Miss World and famous bollywood actress Aishwarya Rai. She was my fantasy ever since I saw her on the cover of femina edition 15 years back, smiling with crown on her head and gown accentuating her boobs and figure. Everything about her mesmerised me. She was so delecate yet hot. I used to fantasise a lot fucking her in dreams. Years went by, she became big star and won hearts not only in bollywood but also in hollywood too. Then as it happens, she settled down in life.

As the luck would have it I found out that she would be staying in nearby posh area.
So I use to see her occasionally. Her boobs was still pert and tight. I tried it on with her once, moving closer, breathing near her, brushing past an arm to get her smell. She wasnt having any of it. That’s when I decided…She will be mine very soon!
So over the weeks a plan was put in place; I knew her movements and when the kids and her husband would be out of the way for me to enjoy her.
That Friday morning was the day. I parked around the corner and walked towards her front door, where I knew that inside Aishwarya would be, feeling secure and safe. I slung my bag over my shoulder and slid down the full face motorcycle helmet. I walked up her garden path, now tingling with excitement and anticipation. My heart was racing…Aishwarya had no idea what she was in for. I knocked on the front door, she answered. She was wearing a running vest, tight across her chest and a pair of loose running bottoms. I said I had a delivery for her, she needed to sign for it but I didnt have a pen. As Aishwarya went in, I knew she would go to the kitchen on the right to get a pen. When she came back around the corner I was already in the house. She looked a little surprised but as she stepped closer, I shut the front door and grabbed her around the throat to stifle any screams. I pushed her through the hallway whilst she valiantly tried to kick and escape my clutches….all to no avail. I had this planned and knew exactly what I was going to do to her.
I took her into the lounge and threw her down onto the sofa, my hand still around her throat. Her eyes were wide open with terror, tears were rolling down her cheeks, her breathing was heavy and fast making her small boobs heave up and down. I could feel the throbbing of my dick against my jeans, soon Aishwarya would be feeling it too. “Dont make a sound and dont ******* move! Do you understand?” All she could do was nod in initial compliance. “I’m going to release my hand from your throat…dont scream” “Wh..wh..what do you want?! I dont have much money…my kids will be home soon!” I knew this all to be untrue. “I dont want your money you stupid bitch!”. The awful realisation must have dawned on her. “Oh God…pl…please no, dont…no..I cant” I removed my helmet as underneath was my mask. I needed to see her naked and open for me. I swiftly lifted up her vest and despite her struggling and repeats to stop…slid down her bottoms and small black pants. Finally, I could look upon her and do what I always wanted.
Aishwarya was wimpering now as I pulled her up by her hair to sit on the edge of the sofa. Aishwarya must have had her eyes closed as I moved my hard dick towards her mouth. Aishwarya realised what was about to happen and pushed back screaming, “No…please no, not that…no” But I forced the tip of my pennis into her mouth so she would get a good taste of my pre-***. I held her tight as I forced past her tongue to the back of her throat. I rammed slowly, back and forth feeling her gag and saliva dripping over my pennis. She continued to protest through muffled squeals. I had three fingers in her tight pussy and knew I had to have her now. I wanted to look into her big eyes as she felt my dick…not her husbands Abhishek slide deep into her *****. I threw her onto her back and before she could kick out I positioned myself between her legs.