Reeti Saxena – Sex With A Foreigner By Our Village Lake

Hello dear readers, my name is Reeti Saxena. I am originally from a  village in Bihar which has a small village lake. But I have come to Mumbai to become an actress or even a Bollywood star if luck favors me. I am very determined to achieve this goal, and I will achieve it with all means necessary.

While I am writing this story, I am 24 years old, born on the sixth of September. For my whole life till now I have been a very naughty girl. I dare you to find a hot and slutty girl like me.

Despite being from a small village, I am more modern than these high society chicks from metro cities like Mumbai, Delhi, or Bangalore. My height is 5’4,” and I usually weigh around 54 kilos. My figure is 36-24-36, the perfect hourglass shape that takes many hours of mine, sweating in the gym and in the bed.

The first thing I have learned from my uncle Brijesh is to get rid of my sexual inhibitions. At the age of 20, my uncle played daddy and fucked me, popping my cherry. Since then, I have worked very hard to become as bold as a prostitute and as secretive as a spy.

It is an unbelievable truth that since my 20th birthday, I’ve had sex with a dozen villagers in the most erotic public locations in that year itself. Yet, there’s not a single photograph of mine in a compromising situation.

After I was orphaned at the age of 5, my uncle Brijesh took me under his wing. Having no daughter, he treated me as his own. The schools in my village are terrible. You can’t learn anything there, and yet I am well-read and educated thanks to my uncle.

Further, as an additional perk, Brij mama (uncle), that’s what I call him, is a pervert. So he had no problems with me turning into a slut or pursuing my goal in the film industry that is sexually corrupt to its core. Actually, the openness in the house while growing up made our conversations pretty transparent.

I don’t hide anything from my Brij mama. All guys did I fuck, when and where, and how many times. I casually share this information with him. Whether on the phone or in person, our daily conversations are pretty fun, which others might feel offensive and vulgar. I’m okay with that.

My aunt, Gita, once overheard our casual conversation and was shocked to the core. She had this dramatic moment of dropping the plate on the floor. I had described to my uncle how I had sex with my school teacher behind a bus stop. But she’s got used to it now.

My uncle Brij is a failed filmmaker. He tried his luck traveling to Mumbai with some loaned cash from the local landlords. His stay there was embarrassingly short. He managed to blow off all the cash and shamelessly return home empty-handed in three months.

Until I turned 20, he struggled to pay installment with the little farming he did in a small piece of land my father owned. I say till I turned 20 because it has made me do quite a few Bhojpuri hot films circulated in the private circles since then.

As shameless perverts these landlords are, they are men of their words when they promised me, “Don’t worry, these films will never get public.” Up until now, I have been covertly having sex with different guys while refining my skills. I never let them record a video of me other than the scripted films.

But perhaps now that I realize it was a mistake. Another girl co-starred with me in one of those ‘Bhojpuri me Garmaahat’ (Bihari adult films) on purpose. She leaked footage online. That bitch Shreelata!

The next day she had a call to star in an English web series. She had to play an Indian who flashes her tits. And I know her English is terrible.

I was very annoyed that evening. I remember constantly complaining about it while I bounced on my uncle’s lap while his dick was deep inside my pussy. “Don’t worry, Reeti. You are destined for much bigger things.”

“What’s bigger than acting in a European web series? Some Bollywood actresses don’t even get that kind of break,” I said while I plainly let him suck on my tongue.

Brij is a sucker as his mouth is a vacuum. No matter what position we are in, he always insists on putting his mouth to good use. That’s why even that evening, he forced a lip lock while humping me in-order to shut me up. My aunt was gone to her parent’s house, which was in another village.

So the entire house was free for us to fuck around. You wouldn’t believe that we shot three different scripted films in the six hours we were alone in the house. He even made me suck his cock while he edited those films on his cheap PC.

“Idea!” he screamed during climax ejaculating inside my mouth. I never say no to protein, so I swallowed it all. Looking down at me, he said, “I heard from one of my Patna contacts that a European guy is coming tomorrow to recce our village.”

“What is recce?” I asked.

“Dumb girl! You don’t know recce? It is where some professional filmmakers come to check out the location to see which beautiful parts the film can be shot in.”

“Oh, okay,” I said while putting on my frock as my aunt was about to return any moment then.

“Why don’t you show them these films we shot today? You can speak English, that’s an additional advantage for you. If you manage to convince him, then he might pick you over ‘that bitch’.”

“Yes,” I cheered. This was my opportunity.

“I will fuck him if I need to,” I said while in bed later that night. Even when aunt had returned, uncle managed to slip out of their bedroom and was kissing my body while pulling up my frock. He had my legs spread while he teased my clit with his wet tongue.

After all these years of casual fucking with my uncle, the romance part of our relationship was all but gone. Still, from time to time, he tried to make me feel love, still nothing! Disappointed to see my dull reactions, he walked away after masturbating alone against my room’s wall.

The next day I woke up pretty early. The plan was to seduce the foreigner during lunch. First thing first I went to the lake for a bath. Dropping my frock under a tree, I dipped my toe in the water. It was very cold. Still, I took a step in and went in the water for a naked swim.

The way water hugged my young naked body aroused me. Closing my eyes in the shallow water, I started touching myself, trying to imagine what an Englishman would feel like when inside me. Fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and no black dick for a change.

I even imagined him keeping his crotch area neatly shaven and clean just as I do. While floating on my back, I spread my legs to finger my pussy while fondling my breasts. I didn’t realize was that I slowly drifted to the edge. Resting my head in the wet grass, I fingered myself to the loud moans, “Ahh! Ahhh!”

When I opened my eyes, I was stunned to see a guy wearing shorts. From the way he and I were positioned, I could see up his shorts as I caught a glimpse of his naked crotch. His balls were fair and completely hairless.

“No villager here is that hygienic,” I wondered.

When I stood up, I was shocked to see that the foreigner had arrived. He was not supposed to arrive for another 3-4 hours. Yet he was there and had already seen me in the act. Perhaps this was a good thing.

When I stood up, I witnessed his eyes bursting wide open, and his jaw dropped. He must never have witnessed a desi girl in such raw boldness. Suddenly I felt a tinge of shame as he ogled my tits. He was tempted to touch them.

I backed off in the water, covering my nipples with one hand while another curled around my bare vagina to hide it out of sight. While covering my assets, I had to literally push past him to get into my frock. I’m pretty sure he watched my jiggling perfect butt as I ran to the tree.

Donning the thin pink frock, I returned to the position in front of him.

“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Reeti Saxena,” I said while shaking his hand, “I’m from India, as you can see. I am a big fan of your films and would love to act in them.”

I was happy, excited, nervous, shocked, all at once. I felt a rush of emotion while talking to him. The plan was to show him my films and create a good impression. But I didn’t carry my uncle’s phone with me to the lake. Why would I?

I nervously gave all my descriptions, qualifications, and experiences in the most fluent English possible within my capacity. Meanwhile, he kept his mouth shut and simply kept scanning my body up and down.

The frock did little to nothing to cover my assets. At that moment, it was soaking wet and I invited him with open legs.  Quietly he extended his hand to lodge his middle finger straight in my cunt. I knew foreigners were forward-minded, but I didn’t know they were this forward!

I grabbed his arm to move it away but was impressed by his muscles. Standing at least a foot taller than me, he had big fingers that dig deep in my vagina. I’d be embarrassed to say that some Indian villagers have dick smaller than his middle finger.

There were no inhibitions on his part as he lifted my chin for a kiss. I was impressed by the way he teased my mouth. He got me excited just with his lips touching. For a change, I was feeling a guy with soft lips. I was aroused even more, and he didn’t even use his tongue yet.

While keeping my mouth engaged, he unbuttoned my frock and stripped me out of it. The morning air chill didn’t bother me, as this dude has significantly managed to heat up the moment.

Lifting me up, he carried me to the tree. There he pulled down his shorts to reveal his monster cock. Picking me up again, he made me sit on his dick. This man was handling me like a doll, and I loved it.

Lifting both my legs, he slipped his thing between my thighs. Then he started rubbing it over my pussy. With every gentle stroke he made, I was worried that his huge tool inside me might be too big and painful for me.

Resting my back against the trunk of that tree, he kept on stroking his dick over my pussy. I loved it. The fear and excitement of feeling his tool inside me were making me wet. When he dipped the tip of his dick on my opening, I felt it stretch me like a baby’s head out of a pregnant woman.

With every stroke, he tried going deeper. I got more and more pleasure from his thrusts. We Indian women are designed to be compatible with smaller dicks. So this big guy had to stop halfway while fucking my pussy.

He must have been disappointed to not feel his balls hit my body during sex. To compensate for that, I pressed my thigh to give him a tighter experience. Close to climax, he took his dick out and sprayed half a liter of his juices on me.

The force of his thing was intense. He showered me with his cum and managed to get some on a branch two feet above me. Relieved of his erection, he let me down as I stood staring at his dick.

Even when it was slowly shrinking, I was tempted to touch it. So I grabbed it hard for a squeeze to see if it excited him. While in my hand, I felt it go flaccid. But even then, his size was pretty impressive.

Teasing his soft penis, I hoped he would soon be ready for another round. Suddenly, I heard someone calling the name “Yuri,” and the voices got louder. Quickly I ran back in the water and watched as three other guys of similar size walked to him and took him away.

While I cleaned my body of his cum I crossed my fingers, hoping that this incident will help my case to get casted in their film. If not, then I have three more guys to please and give them a sugar babe experience.

To Be Continued

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