"Excuse me miss, can you come with me?" the security guard asked Deepika
Padukone as she stood in line at the LA airport with her mother.
The guard wasn't all too impressive, being of average height and build. He
was dressed in a typical security outfit, but had nothing to go along with
it. No gun, no cuffs, not even a night stick. Deepika, however, was something
more to behold. She was dressed casually, wearing low cut blue jeans and a
tight brown tee that showed off her smooth stomach and wonderful breasts.
Her hair was cut short and styled wildly, part of her new "rock" image. She
had all her weight shifted onto her left hip, accentuating her curves even
"Is there something wrong, uh, John?" she asked, glancing at his ID tag.
"It's just a random search. Sorry to inconvenience you, but I have to." She
sighed and followed him out of line, her mother right behind, not wanting to
be separated. John asked her to just wait while they work this out.
Deepika sat her bag on the search table and the security agent began to dig
through it. "You know, I'm quite a fan of yours." She smiled at that, but
looked quite impatient. He got down to the bottom of her bag and found her
underwear. There were two bras and matching thongs. John gently rubbed them
in between his fingers, the thought of them having touched her most sensual
parts getting him aroused. "To be honest, I wasn't supposed to pick you, but
I just couldn't pass an opportunity to meet you."
"What? Ugh, that's crap. I can't believe this, another obsessive loser."
This caught John off guard. He certainly didn't expect this kind of
reaction, and for a moment panic set in. Before she could raise more of a
fuss, he reacted. Eying something in her bag, John grabbed up a pair of
tweezers and thrust them in Deepika's face.
"Is this yours? Please come with me." John grabbed her arm and pulled her
into a closed search room as she quietly protested. He led her in and locked
the door. With no window, they'd have total privacy. "I'm going to have to
perform a more thorough search. Please remove your shoes, pants and shirt."
A look of shock shot over her face at this.
"Excuse me? This is bullshi-"
"I'M SORRY miss, but I have to do this to protect my country from any
enemies, both foreign and domestic." He never spouted such bull in his life.
All John wanted was an eyeful of that gorgeous body.
"Fine!" She kicked off her sandals and sighed as she began to pull her
shirt over her head. John stared intently; he was in utter heaven. Deepika
Padukone was stripping right in front of his eyes! Her tight abs
stretched as she raised her arms, and soon John finally laid eyes on a lacey
black bra holding up those luscious mounds of flesh. She tossed the shirt
onto the metal table in the middle of the small room, and proceeded to
unbutton her jeans. The unimpressive guard took in as much as he could as
she slid them down to her ankles and off her feet. She had those small bumps
on the side of her hips where her pelvis bones protruded. John longed so
much to run his hands over them on the way down those lovely legs. Hugging
those amazing hips was a black thong that rode right up between her perfect
bubble butt. She stood there looking back at John for a bit, all the while
he stood gawking at her amazing petite body. "Getting a good look?"
John snapped back to attention and had her put her hands on the table, in a
pat-down position. He moved up behind her and took in another eyeful of her
ass. He ran his hands along the back of the bra, moving forward and around
to her breasts, gently feeling them through the lacey material. It was
obvious Deepika was getting really pissed off. "Just checking for contraband,"
John quickly stated to justify copping a feel. John took in a deep breath
and could smell a fruity body spray on her. "I need to check for any hidden
items," he said, unhooking her bra and sliding it down over her shoulders.
Deepika could be heard muttering "God damn it" under her breath as this
stranger checked inside her bra. Satisfied that nothing was being smuggled
there, the guard bent down so he was eye level with her round ass. Hooking
his thumbs in the sides of her thong, John slowly worked them down to her
ankles, enjoying every moment of this. All of the sudden he stopped. "Holy
shit, she was shaved!" he thought to himself. The thongs were a bit kinky,
but in the least bit never expected this. Temptation flooded over him as he
began to grow stiff in his pants. Deepika's pussy was a light pink, and looked
very tight. So many people all over the world would kill to be in this
position. He had come this far, why not go all the way? John leaned forward
and gently flicked his tongue over the lips of her pussy, a small taste
reaching his tongue.
"Whoa, what the fuck?! Fuck this!" Deepika yanked up her panties and bolted
for the door. John quickly pursued, but she got to it before he could stop
her. She jostled the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Realizing that it
locked from the inside, she started screaming. "Help, someone get me the
fuck out of here!"
John walked up behind her, a look of amusement on his face. "These rooms
are soundproof. We interview probable terrorists in here. You don't get out
unless I let you out. Do you want out?"
"Okay then, calm down. I'll let you out on one condition: I'm going to fuck
you in any way I want. And before you respond, consider this. Your mother is
still out there. If I could get you into this situation, imagine where she
could end up. I could send you right back to India, or worse. How about Laos
or Cambodia? Hrm?" A look of defeat washed over Deepika and she sighed. "Good.
Now go back over to the table and take off your panties." John watched her
slide the thong back down her legs and step out of them. He gently picked
her up and propped her up on the table. Goosebumps spread over her thighs as
her butt hit the cold table. "Now remember to do everything I say. I'm going
to kiss you and it better be damn good."
With that the bold fan approached her and locked his lips with hers.
Enjoying the strawberry gloss on them, he brought his hands up to explore her
luscious breasts, beginning by gently squeezing and kneading them. He parted
her lips with his tongue and pushed forward to find hers. They met and
danced in dizzying spirals. A tingle shot through John's body, his cock
throbbing more and more from the sensations. Deepika felt something too, but
pushed it out of her mind. John then pinched her tiny protruding nipples,
feeling them become hard in his fingers. Deepika may not have been enjoying
this, but her body sure as hell was. The question though was just how much?
Wanting to find out, John broke off the kiss and worked his tongue down her
long neck. He moved his mouth to her right breast and placed a few kisses on
it. "God, I love your tits!" he exclaimed as his mouth latched onto her
nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. He switched to her left breast, his
hands resting on the starlet's smooth thighs. "Do you like me sucking you
"No I don't!" She blurted, gaining some confidence back.
"Yes you do!" he quickly retorted, exuding some authority and watched the
confidence fade as quickly as it came. "You love it when I suck on your
"I love it when you suck on my tits," she replied with the crushed sound
back in her voice. There was a smile of victory on John's face as he
proceeded down her tight tummy, tonguing her belly button. With
encouragement from her inspector, Deepika eased herself down and lied back on
the table. John kneeled down and grasped her left ankle, thinking to himself
about just how long he had admired these legs, and now here they were, in
the flesh, his to do with as he pleased. He began by rubbing and massaging
her calf, the muscles of her leg clinching under his hands. Next came in his
mouth, kissing and tonguing the length up to her knee. Deepika felt her legs
being pushed apart, and John saw his prize up ahead. He moved up the inside
of her tender thigh, finally reaching the goal, and inhaled the sweet smell.
It was becoming more obvious that Deepika's body was reacting more to this
stranger, but this was just the beginning. John's tongue ran up the bald
lips of her pussy, and a small chirp escaped from her lips as the warm
tongue grazed over her clit. John smirked, realizing she was losing her
ability to resist. He parted Deepika's pussy lips and darted his tongue inside
her, tasting the sweet nectar. It wriggled around, exploring the inside of
her walls. Deepika couldn't stop a heavy sigh as she felt a surge of pleasure
come from the pearl John was sucking on. He looked up and saw her, eyes
closed and face clinched; trying to deny the joy he was giving to the young
actress. He continued to dine on her sweet peach, taking in every site,
experiencing every sensation, memorizing every moment. Finally he decided it
was his turn. John stood up and removed his shirt. Deepika sat up gaining back
her resistance now that the guard had left her sweet spot.
"Get up," John ordered as he moved to the edge of the table. "Now take my
dick out." She kneeled down and undid the belt buckle and unzipped his
pants, already bulging from a hard-on. She slid them down along with his
boxers, causing his dick to spring free. There it was, his hot seven inches
hovering so close her face. "Now what do you want to do?" She simply stared
up at him blackly, not wanting to respond. John repeated himself with more
emphasis. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to suck your dick." John smiled at the quiet response, but he knew
he could get more out of her.
"Beg for it."
Deepika looked shocked for a moment, but suddenly something welled up inside
her and she lost control. "Please John, may I suck your big cock?" It
sounded sincere to John, but he thought it must just be acting. He gave her
permission, and man did she suck his dick. She took the tip into her mouth
and sucked down on it. The feeling shot down his cock and up his spine,
driving the bold fan wild. She slid farther down the shaft, her tongue
working on the bottom of his cock.
"Look up at me." John gazed into her sparkling brown eyes as her full,
puckered lips took in more of him. She worked herself up and down it at a
mild, steady pace. After every few strokes she'd pop the dick out of her
mouth and run her tongue up and down the shaft and flick it across the tip.
Then she'd shove his meat right back in her mouth. It wasn't too long before
John's balls were on the edge of bursting. He was so tempted to let his
sperm splatter on the back of her throat, but decided against it. He just
had to have more. "Whoa whoa. okay back up on the table." As they switched
positions again, John tore the rest of his clothes off.
Deepika didn't seem to be fighting any more. John turned to find her lying back
on the table, her legs spread, waiting for him. John moved in between them,
his dick hovering inches away from her hole. It was time to mind fuck her
"Do you want me to fuck you Deepika?" he asked with a sly sound in his voice.
"No." It was a lie, but some small part of her still felt wrong about what
was happening. John started to rub the tip of his cock over her clit and in
between the folds of her pussy, just slightly parting them.
"Now now. come on. Beg me to." John continued to tease her with his cock
while awaiting a response. It was all that was needed to push out any last
vestige of resistant left in Deepika.
"Yes! Fuck me now! I need that big dick!" That's all John needed to hear. He
glared triumphantly as he plunged his dick into her now dripping cunt. They
moaned simultaneously; John from the sensation of her pussy squeezing around
his cock, and Deepika from John's tool sinking into her, opening her up. She
brought her legs up and wrapped them around him as he grabbed her hips and
pushed in as far as he could. Slowly he pulled out and pushed right back in.
Steadily he increased his pace until the sound of his balls slapping her ass
could be heard, making a perfect harmony with her squeals and moans of
pleasure. Her tits giggled and glistened with sweat. Pure ecstasy was
written on Deepika's face, and she squeezed her legs around her new-lover
tighter and tighter as her orgasm built.
"Ohhh. oh John. fuck me! Fuck me! YES!!!!" She threw back her head and
arched her back as her body began to convulse. John wrapped an arm around
her and pulled her tits to his waiting mouth. He never let up, continuing to
thrust into her and suck on her tits, making her orgasm as intense as
possible. Deepika lost all conscious thought, drowning in a sea of pleasure.
This total stranger, coercing her into this situation, was now giving her a
mind shattering orgasm. After an amazing two minutes, she finally calmed
down. John gazed over this amazing site. Deepika's eyes were shut. She breathed
heavily, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Her whole body
sparkled with perspiration. Yet still he wasn't done.
John lost nothing of his hard-on. He pulled out and told her to get down and
bend over. Deepika willingly did as ordered, leaning completely down on the
table making her ass point out at John, her toes barely reaching the ground.
He inserted himself again and went right back to a feverish pace. Deepika was
getting right back into it as well. John watched lustfully as her luscious
ass swayed in time with the thrusts. John wasn't content, and decided to
once again turn it up a notch. John firmly grabbed both of her ass cheeks
and spread them wide. He pressed a finger into her asshole. It immediately
clinched at the intrusion.
Deepika turned her head over and protested. "Hey wait a minute! I'm not into
that! Stop!" John just shoved her back down and stuck another finger in.
Trying to loosen her virgin ass, he worked them in, out, and around. Content
with his preparation, John put the tip of his dick to her ass, but she
continued to struggle. John reverted back to the forceful guard and firmly
reminded her of her mother, and she stopped. Deepika admitted to herself that
she was really into the guy, but had never done anal sex, let alone any
interest in it. John spat on her tight hole and pushed his way in. The tip
popped into her anus and Deepika yelled at the further intrusion. Still pinning
her down, John leaned forward and laid into her, his cock sinking further
into her ass. Finally going in as far as possible, John slowly pulled out
and sank back in, just as he had with her pussy. Deepika couldn't believe the
new sensations from this. On one hand, it was agonizing having her hole
forced open and invaded. On the other, though, was the orgasmic feeling of
John's dick buried deep into her backside. Deepika's protests turned from
grunts of pain to groans of pleasure as she got used to, and actually began
to enjoy, the anal assault. John continued to quicken his thrusts, slamming
Deepika into the table. She reached down and started to finger her cunt,
getting right back into the moment.
John was near the edge, and could feel his load begin to swell up. He
couldn't last too much longer. With her ass vigorously squeezing his cock
and her building moans, it took everything in his power not to blast deep
inside her. Deepika orgasmed again, pussy juices running down her legs. Hearing
her scream was just too much. John pulled out and yelled at her to turn
over. He hopped up on the table and straddled her chest, his dick sitting
between her gorgeous mounds. John squeezed her tits together over his
burning cock and furiously pumped into them. Deepika was going mad with passion
now. "Oh God yes! Come on me! Blast me with your hot jizz!"
With a grunt John finally released all the pressure that had built up. The
load was humongous, the first four squirts splattering up and down her face.
The rest shot over her throat and tits. Finally drained of everything, he
climbed off her and put on his clothes. Deepika just lay there, exhausted from
it all. Cum ran down her face into her hair as John initialed her paper to
let her back in the US. Thinking it would definitely come in handy later,
John wrote down Deepika's address.
He walked out of the room, proud and amazed he just had a mind blowing fuck
with his favorite celebrity.