Dia Mirza Seduces Meenal Jain Sex story

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Back in Mumbai, Dia was having one of those mornings. She hadn't been feeling well again that morning and it had reached the point where she had scheduled a doctor's appointment for herself later that day. She didn't know what was wrong because the feelings would disappear and then she'd feel fine the rest of the day. Hopefully her doctor could diagnose and give her whatever it took to fix the problem.

This morning had completely hectic, and Dia could feel her rope fraying. It seemed like every little thing that happened this morning was designed to get her screaming and Dia struggled to keep herself under control. .

"Hello?" Dia said. It was her agent, Raj, but Dia wasn't in the mood to talk about her career right now. "Raj, I can't talk right now. Call me back please. No...nothing's wrong. It's just a bad time right now..." Dia was at the Indian Idol studio to get in touch with the contestants before they started shooting

Just as Dia was about to completely lose it, she thought she was lost and was running late for her other movie shoots, she saw someone from the show.

"Meenal, thank God you're here," Dia gasped as she rushed over to her daughter's nanny. " I'm about to totally lose it! I need some me time!"

"Sure thing Ms. Mirza," Meenal said; "Dia...call me Dia," Dia smiled, relieved to have a chance to get a moment of piece. Meenal Jain was one of the contestants on the show and one whom Dia would be judging. Dia couldn't help but notice how pretty the girl was with her long hair, fresh, beautiful face and large breasts. Meenal sometimesl wore a thin pair of glasses. But Dia didn't want to think about the girl like that, it wasn't right.

"Sorry...Dia..." Meenal smiled. She was never quite sure how to address her judge. She was Dia Mirza! Meenal didn't want to seem like the Indore girl that she actually was, but she was working with a real life movie star and it sometimes left her flustered.

"I'll be back down in a little bit," Dia said. "No problem Ms. Mir-I mean Dia," Meenal said cheerfully.

With a tired sigh, Dia left and headed to her van. She was wiped already and it wasn't even 10:30 yet. She needed a break. She needed to relax. With a wicked smile crossing her lips, Dia knew what she needed. She knew she couldn't get it right now, but she could sure think about it.

Throwing herself down on her bed, Dia undid the sash of her bathrobe and pushed it off her body, exposing the red bra and panties she was wearing underneath. She wished she wasn't alone right now. She wished she had a pair of soft girl lips and silky smooth girl skin against her. Until recently, Dia had had no idea how good another woman could be. Now it seemed like it was all she could think about.

Lying here on her bed, Dia felt like the other world was far away and she could indulge in the naughty thoughts playing in her head. More and more Dia felt like this new, slutty side of herself, the side that craved pussy, was growing and growing. She loved her double life. Thinking back to all the wicked things she'd done since that day Kareena seduced her in the shower was getting Dia's pussy wet. Dia could feel the wetness growing against the silk of her panties and she pushed them down her body, leaving a wisp of a trail of desire down her leg. She gasped as the open air of the room tickled her wet pussy and Dia didn't hesitate to begin teasing her slit with her fingers. Dia felt an overwhelming need to be bad right now. She didn't want to be a movie star. She just wanted to be nasty and slutty like she was the other day when she had let a porno star fuck her.

What Priyanka Chopra had done to her had just been amazing and Dia's pussy had wept with desire for her since. Dia had had no idea who she was before she had met her. She had been looking for someone else and Priyanka and her amazing tongue had quickly made Dia forget all her. Dia hadn't been able to walk straight by the time she got out of there and she loved it. The first thing she had wanted to do was rent some of Priyanka's movies. She had just watched them herself and masturbated to multiple orgasms.

Right now that was exactly what Dia wanted to do to herself and she got up off the bed, leaving her robe and panties behind, to run over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She rooted through it impatiently until she found what she had been looking for. Dia excitedly grasped and withdrew her pale pink vibrator. She had been using this on herself so often lately and her body ached to feel it's stimulating shake again.

Falling back onto the bed, Dia immediately set to work on herself. The stress she had felt that morning was disappearing into nothingness as Dia reached around back and unclasped her bra, leaving herself completely nude on the bed. She turned the vibrator on low to start off and the gentle hum made her tingle with anticipation as she began running the toy over her bare breasts.

Dia teased herself with the toy, not pressing it too hard against her tits, but firmly enough so that the tremors of pleasure would caress her naked body. Her nipples quickly hardened and Dia pulled the toy away from her breasts and down her stomach. She ran it gently over her tummy and teased the tip of it against her thighs. Her pussy was close to soaked by the time she got there and Dia resisted the temptation to go in for the quick orgasm by jamming it into herself. That was the way her boy friends would have taken her and it was why she had gone so long without an orgasm before Kareena had opened her eyes.

As the sound of the vibrator's sexy hum filled her now content ears, Dia used the toy on her slit. She rubbed it against her wet pussy lips, not penetrating herself yet, but teasing her body with that imminent possibility. As she rubbed her dripping slit, Dia's mind wrapped itself around the delicious memories of her past experiences. She thought about all the naughty things she'd done. She thought about Kareena in the shower. She thought about Priyanka using her tongue on her. She thought about Priety taking her ass with those beads of hers. She thought about Aishwarya fucking her with her huge dildo. She thought about her and Urmila pretending they really were the sisters they played in a movie. It was all so hot and Dia was quickly whimpering in pleasure as she touched herself with her toy.

Dia was so lost in the pleasure haze she was putting herself in that she hadn't even noticed that she had left the door to her bedroom wide open. This fact was brought to her attention quite dramatically.

"Dia...Do you want to come out-OH MY GOD!!!" Meenal exclaimed as she walked into Dia's bedroom chattering away and saw one of the most stunning things her eyes had ever witnessed.

"Meenal!" Dia gasped in shock. "Shit!"

"It's ok...Miss With...I mean Dia...I...I...I...I didn't see anything...nothing at all..." Meenal stammered as she began to back away. She was totally convinced she was going to be get bad reviews from Dia and end up on whatever blacklist these famous people had.? "I'm sooooo sorry I walked in like this," Meenal said nervously. "Please don't fire me!"

"Oh no! No! I'm not going to fire you Meenal!" Dia insisted as she frantically grabbed her robe and covered her body with it. She was blushing from head to toe and Meenal wasn't any less flustered. Dia was kicking herself on the inside. How could she have been so stupid as to leave the door wide open like that.

"Meenal, I'm sorry!" Dia continued, seeking to assure the girl her position wasn't in jeopardy. "I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't have left the door open like that. I just wasn't thinking!"

"Oh God no...don't be embarrassed...I mean you shouldn't be...I mean you're so beautiful..." Meenal sputtered, believing she was digging herself in deeper with every word. She did mean what she said though. Dia had nothing to be embarrassed about. She looked gorgeous.

As Meenal said that Dia perked up. She looked right at Meenal and swore she saw a flicker of lust in her eyes. Suddenly Dia felt her brain form a very naughty thought. What if she were to...wait...she couldn't do this. Not to Meenal. It was wrong. But that was what made it so right, Dia told herself. Meenal was so young and beautiful......Dia felt her pussy stirring again and the more she told herself she shouldn't do this, the more she felt like she had to.

"Maybe I should just go," Meenal offered, hoping if she got out now she could still escape with some kind words during the Idol show. Maybe Dia would let her off with a warning or something.

"No! Don't go!" Dia said suddenly. Meenal froze and the debate in Dia's brain continued to rage. This was absolutely crazy. She would be making herself vulnerable to one honey of a sexual harassment suit. But if it worked then...wow! Dia would have what she was looking for and more. She tried to stop herself, but it was as if her libido had seized control and her rational thought process was circumvented by her lust.

"Did you like what you saw?" Dia asked suddenly. The words rushed out of her mouth and she wasn't even sure if Meenal could understand her. It was as if Dia had to say them before she came to her senses and stopped this dead in its tracks.

"Ummm...well...you're extremely beautiful...Miss...Dia..." Meenal continued to stammer. She wasn't sure where Dia was going with this. Was she hitting on her? No...she couldn't be. She'd heard a lot of celebrities were into swinging and all sorts of sex stuff, but Dia seemed so normal. What was going on here?

Dia's heart pounded in her chest. Her brain was screaming at her not to do this, but her body wasn't listening. She was now a slave to the lust that flowed through her veins. Meenal looked so innocent standing there and all Dia wanted to do was corrupt her young body.

"You know Meenal...not many people ever get to see what you just saw," Dia pointed out, her lust feeding her confidence. "You're actually pretty lucky."

"Ummm yeah, I guess I am..." a confused Meenal replied. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She did feel a dormant curiosity beginning to stir again though. She looked down at her feet and wished whatever this was would stop.

"Do you want to see more?" Dia asked.

"No...I uhhh...I mean I shouldn't...it wouldn't be right..." Meenal answered.

"Hey Meenal, how about you let your judge decide what's right and what's not," Dia shot back, feeling an evil rush through her body. This wasn't like her at all. She wasn't mean and she didn't snap at people, but this was so much fun. Her nipples were swelling up tight and she pushed off the robe, exposing her naked body once again to Meenal.

"Look at me Meenal," Dia ordered and the nanny complied. She'd averted her gaze when Dia revealed herself, but now she focused right on her body. "You think I'm beautiful, don't you?"

"Oh yes Dia," Meenal answered. "You're very beautiful."

"And you want to make your judge happy, don't you?" Dia demanded, not knowing where exactly these words were coming from. She felt twinges of guilt for doing this to Meenal, but she also felt such wonderful sensations of wicked pleasure that overwhelmed any reservations she had.

"Ummm yes?" Meenal replied, hoping that was the right answer.

"Then come here," Dia said. "Come here on the bed."

Meenal hesitated for a moment, but eventually complied. She wasn't so naive that she couldn't see exactly where this was headed, especially with the wide smile that crossed Dia's face when she began walking to her. What was most disconcerting to Meenal at this moment was that she found herself getting excited by this. She felt a pulse of energy starting to flow through her body. Her head was spinning and she wasn't sure whether she wanted this to stop because she hated it or because she liked it.

When Meenal sat herself down on the bed, Dia took a moment to admire her. She was dressed in @jeans and a t-shirt that couldn't help but hug her generous breasts. It was an outfit that was perfect for generating male curiosity on Indian Idol, but Dia had an entirely different game in mind. She began running her hands though Meenal's long black hair. It was in a ponytail that went down just past her shoulders. The glasses that only accented Meenal's down to earth sexiness augmented her black eyes. They were ultra thin frames and they made her look like an honest to God, girl next door. Dia could only imagine the long line of neighborhood kids who wanted to peep through her windows at night, hoping to catch a glimpse of her changing.

Meenal flinched a little when Dia touched her hair and the actress detected another flicker of lust behind those glasses. She didn't want to force Meenal into this. She wasn't that far gone. But Dia could sense that she did want this. Dia wanted to convince Meenal how good this was, just like Kareena had convinced her. Dia wasn't going to rape Meenal. If she thought she was really forcing Meenal, Dia would have stopped, but Dia was starting to feel that Meenal did want this to happen.

"You're pretty beautiful yourself," Dia said, admiring Meenal's soft, milky white skin. "How old are you Meenal?"

"20," Meenal shyly answered. Her body continued to tingle and she felt the beginnings of a moan form when Dia caressed her face with her palm. She stifled it though. She had to try and get a grip on herself.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" Dia asked, putting all her cards on the table.

"N-no..." Meenal replied. God, she was hitting on her! Dia wanted to fuck her! This wasn't happening. She wasn't into girls. But Meenal kept feeling those pleasurable sensations and she knew her pussy was starting to get wet.

"Ever thought about it?" Dia asked, continuing to caress Meenal's soft skin. Meenal didn't say anything. She just blushed and looked down. Dia knew that meant "yes" and she moved herself closer to Meenal on the bed.

Meenal flinched again when Dia crept toward her. She kept telling herself to get up and run away, but her legs wouldn't work. She was feeling that curiosity again. Meenal had tried to stifle it, but there it was. When she had been in high school, Meenal had been a cheerleader and spending all that time around such beautiful girls had gotten her so curious about what it would be like to make love to a woman.

Meenal knew she wasn't a lesbian or anything. She knew she liked guys. But she had been so curious about it. Her lustful thoughts, more often than not, had centered around her best friend, the captain of the squad. She had seen the way her friend had looked at her and she had wondered if the curiosity had been mutual. Meenal had never said anything or had the guts to act on it, so nothing had ever happened. But she had always wondered...what if? Now Dia was coming onto her and Meenal once again found herself asking that question.

Her parents had been so religious and brought her up in such a conservative environment. She had been taught that this was wrong, but it was making her feel so good.

"I...I...can't do this..." Meenal insisted, trying to find the will to get up. "It's...it's not right."

"Shhhh..." Dia said before silencing Meenal with a kiss on her lips. It was soft and inviting. Dia wanted to entice Meenal with how good it could feel to do this. She wanted to make her so wet and excited that she'd totally lose control. Dia was lost in her own lust and she wanted Meenal to feel the same way.

"Oh God," Meenal gasped after the kiss had ended. That had felt so good. Meenal had broken up with her boyfriend a month ago and hadn't felt the touch of a lover since. All the guys here in the Idol contest seemed like such self-absorbed losers. What Dia was offering her was making her heart pound. Meenal almost felt woozy. She didn't know what to do. She wanted Dia to stop and she wanted Dia to push her and pull her until she'd quenched the desire she was feeling. She wanted nothing and she wanted everything at the same time.

"Let me touch you Meenal," Dia said her voice huskier than usual. "Let me pleasure you. You interrupted me before I had a chance to come. Now you owe me. Let me play with your body."

Meenal was so torn that she could say nothing in response. She just sat there and let Dia kiss her lips and move her hands down to her breasts. Dia touched her breasts through her t-shirt. Dia's touch was so light that it was like it wasn't even there. But Meenal could feel what she was doing and she could feel her nipples getting hard and straining against her bra.

"You don't have to be afraid to admit you want this," Dia said. She felt so powerful being in control here. This must have been how Kareena felt and Priyanka felt and how all of them felt when they took her. "I'm not going to hurt you Meenal. I just want to make you feel good. I can touch you in all the right places. Just say you want me to. Say you want me to touch you."

Meenal didn't know what to say. Her body was waging war against itself. Suddenly her lips began to move and she heard her own voice. It was like she couldn't control her own body and she loved the sensation is caused.

"Yessss..." Meenal moaned, feeling Dia's hands on her breasts. "Touch me Dia. Touch me everywhere."

Dia responded by pushing her body on top of Meenal's and kissing her passionately. This time Meenal couldn't help but respond. She'd never kissed a girl before, but it was just as soft and sexy as she'd always thought it would be. Dia wasn't too aggressive in the kiss, but she was insistent and Meenal began kissing back. She opened her mouth and allowed Dia to push her tongue in. Meenal found her lustful instincts pushing her onward and she began sucking on Dia's tongue, causing the actress to moan into her mouth.

"Mmmmm Meenal I want you," Dia declared when she broke for oxygen. "I want to fuck you, you sweet little thing."

"Yesss please...fuck me..." Meenal sighed. She didn't want to question this. It had been the last thing in the world she had expected to happen. She just wanted to do it. She wanted to make love with her judge. She wanted to fuck Dia Mirza.

The two began kissing again and, as they did, Dia reached down for the end of Meenal's shirt. She hooked her fingers into it and began pulling it over her head. They separated just long enough for Dia to peel it over Meenal's head and it exposed the white bra Meenal had underneath. Her nipples poked against the cotton material and Dia hungered for them. Pulling away from Meenal's lips, Dia pushed her face down into the girl's generous cleavage. Meenal had amazing tits. They had to be a C cup at least and she couldn't wait to get at them.

"Ohhhhh..." Meenal groaned as she felt Dia's tongue begin to tease her nipples through her cotton bra. Meenal had sexier underwear she wore when she went out and she wished she had slipped it on this morning. She felt so plain next to Dia, but how was she supposed to know something like this could happen?

After high school, Meenal had tried not to acknowledge the curiosity she had felt for other women. She pretended it had never happened, but all those good, confusing feelings were back now and they brought friends with them. She had fantasized about this. She had dreamed of another woman seducing her and controlling her and that was just what Dia was doing to her. Embracing the fantasies she had once had nightly was like welcoming back an old friend and Meenal kept moaning while Dia licked at her nipples through her bra.

Hearing Meenal's angelic moans added fuel to Dia's fire. This was so risky. She was fucking the woman who is a contestant on a show she was judging. There were so many ways this could go bad, but all Dia wanted to do was think about the ways it could go right. Her tongue teased Meenal's nipples, getting the cotton wet and giving her a great view of the pink, erect nubs under the bra. Dia wanted more and she didn't hesitate in going for it.