Dark side of Katrina Kaif

[hotaks]

It was about 12:30 in the morning and the nightlife of the city was in full swing as people of all sorts headed out to shows, nightclubs, bars, and the like. The dazzling neon lights and glare of vehicle headlights did little to phase the slender, trenchcoat-clad figure who wove about the crowds of people with ease. For anyone watching, they would not have guessed this person was female, as aside from the brown trenchcoat with its collar turned up, she also wore a large, wide-brimmed hat that had most of her hair tucked beneath it, and dark sunglasses to avoid being recognized. The only thing that might have given her away (if anyone had bothered to look down at her feet) was the pair of black pumps that she wore. Yet it was nighttime in the city, and the people she passed barely gave her a second glance, too wrapped up in their own affairs and immediately forgetting about the strange attire as quickly as they noticed it.

The trenchcoated woman rounded the corner of a busy avenue and headed quickly down a side street. Here it was less crowded and noisy; nothing of general interest was located here save for a few cheap bars and a couple of adult bookstores. She paused by one of these bookstores and, after a moment of looking around, ducked into the small alley beside it. A partially-concealed door, marked only with an "X" in faded graffiti, was there, and the woman stepped over to it. Raising a slim hand, she knocked three times.

A slot opened up and a voice grunted. "Who is it?"

"It's me." She dug in her coat pocket and pulled out a card. Flashing it to the person behind the door, she said "Let me in, it's freezing."

The slot slid shut, locks clicked undone and the door opened. A burly black man wearing a stained T-shirt and jeans pulled open the door, a wide smile on his face. 

"Hey girl, how you been?" Spreading his thick arms wide, he wrapped the woman in a big bear hug, who responded in kind. "It's been a while...how come you don't come down to see us no more, huh?"

"I've been busy, Marcus, you know that," She walked into a narrow brick corridor lit with only a few bare light bulbs, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Marcus, the bouncer, shut the door behind her and locked it again. She removed her sunglasses and stowed them in her pocket. Stunning eyes turned to the hulking bouncer. "You've seen the movie, right?"

"Hell yeah, about four or five time," he responded as he followed her down the hall. By now she was undoing the buttons of her long brown coat. "I gotta say, you were bitchin' in it. Watchin' you in that fuckin' thin top and fine-ass jeans." He made a noise of approval as they stopped in front of a flight of stairs going down and grabbed his crotch obscenely. "Gave me a fuckin' hardon all through the movie."

She laughed delightedly and turned to face him. Her coat hung open and loose around her frame, showing off her gorgeous, tanned C-cup breasts and trimmed pussy. To top off her looks she was absolutely beautiful; azure eyes and exotic-looking features on a face that was now famous, known to millions of people worldwide...and only half of them could only fantasize that she would visit, much less frequent, a place like this.

Finally removing her hat and shaking out her long mane of dark hair, Katrina Kaif, female star of the blockbuster Dhoom 3, plunked the hat on the head of her friend (and sometimes fuck-buddy) and kissed him on the cheek. Her lithe body pressed into his burly form and she ran a hand down his pants until it was cupped around his balls. She leaned over and whispered in his ear "Maybe later I can give you a special screening, hmm?"

"Fuck yeah," Marcus grunted and closed his eyes, feeling her fingers stroking his testicles gently, teasing them. "Like that...just like that..."

"Hmm," Katrina smiled as the 6'2, 240-pound bouncer shuddered under the touch of a woman only 5 ½ feet tall. "Why don't I give a preview now..." She stuck out her pink tongue and gave his neck a long slow lick. Marcus had been working hard all day, and he was sweaty and filthy—just the way she liked her men. The perspiration and grime left a bitter taste on her tongue and she savored it. "...and we can have some more fun later?" Marcus only grunted in agreement. Katrina could feel his big cock straining against her wrist, the veins pulsing as he fixed to cum.

"That's it...that's it...cum for me," Katrina continued to stroke his balls, and then slowly dragged her hand up the underside of his dick, enjoying the expression of intense pleasure on his face. She reached the head of his prick and, after circling it with her index finger once, twice, three times, she ran her finger over it before pressing her fingertip gently into his pisshole.

"FUCK!" Marcus shouted loudly and began cumming all over Katrina's hand and the front of his boxers. Katrina wrapped her hand around the spurting cock as he jetted hot sperm all over her fingers, her palm, and the back of her hand. She remained like this until Marcus stopped climaxing and then withdrew her hand carefully. It was shiny and streaked white with fresh cum, with smears and dollops all over her palm and webbed strings of it between her fingers. 

Marcus leaned back against the wall to recuperate as Katrina methodically licked off her hand inch by inch, cleaning it of semen. When she finished she smacked her lips and grinned. "Mmm, I'd forgotten how good your cum tastes." She winked at him as she turned to walk down the stairs. "Save some more of that for me later, okay?"

Katrina laughed to herself as she descended down the steps. 
Katrina Kaif didn't just love sex, she LUSTED for it. Since she had first been introduced to sex at age 15 while secretly watching one of her dad's hardcore porn flicks she had found, fucking was one of the main things that existed in her mind. For years she had viewed her dad's collection, then when it had lost its appeal, she had spent countless hours on the Internet searching for harder, more extreme porn. She had found some pretty sick shit, to be sure—and while some of it did turn her off, most of what she'd found got her hot and sent her dashing for the shower where she finger-fucked herself into a stupor. Even when she began acting for a living she still surfed for porn, firmly establishing herself in some of the more twisted fetishes that existed. She had been 17 when she first had sex, and it was an exuberant feeling. However some of her previous boyfriends, while they loved that she was pretty wild when she fucked them, backed down when some of the things she wanted to do were too much for them. This left her feeling horny and disappointed, having to search for other ways to explore her kinks. 

Now at 28 she frequented underground sex clubs on her days off, special places that could suit her needs. She was particularly lucky this time; after doing Dhoom 3 and a slew of interviews, she had finally been granted a month's time for herself, which she greatly appreciated and intended to use to the fullest intent with the three S's: sleeping, shopping, and sex!

As she reached the botTushar of the stairs the familiar sounds and smells of perversity assaulted her and she breathed it in deeply. Her pussy was tingling and wet as she entered. 

It had once been a large storehouse for stashes of alcohol during Prohibition before being legalized again. It had remained empty for decades until a group of like-minded perverts had found the place and decided to revamp the place into their own private pit of sexual depravity. Katrina had found the address of this place on one of her porn searches and, after working up the nerve to risk public exposure in coming down for the first time, she quickly became a semi-regular and a favorite of the staff and other visitors. The fact that she was a well-known celebrity who rubbed elbows with Bollywood was also a huge turn-on for the people down here, and in return for her semi-regular visits they agreed not to give out the secret that Katrina Kaif was down there with them.

Pausing only to shrug off her coat and step out of her heels, Katrina stored them in an empty locker by the door before walking naked and barefoot into the main room. It was essentially the room for breaks between fucks, where people could sit at the bar, get drinks, and talk casually before heading back to one of the various rooms that satisfied their particular kinks. Right now there were only a few people scattered around the room, drinking and engaged in conversation. The sight of the newcomer caught their attention. As one everyone got up and began clapping as the Dhoom 3 star walked in.

"Awesome movie Katrina!" "Really great!" "You were HOT!" Katrina blushed at the praise and, smiling, gave a little wave. "Thanks guys," she said, walking over to a barstool and sitting down. The leather felt cool on her bare ass.

The bartender, a pretty blonde named Sheila, welcomed her. "Can I get your autograph?" she asked jokingly. She didn't bat an eye at the nude beauty in front of her, as nudity was the common "attire" around here. 

"Sure!" Katrina agreed, taking it a step up. She took a napkin from the bar, wiped it against her pussy a few times, then gave it to Sheila. "There you go. Careful, the ink's still wet."

The two women laughed. "The usual, then?" Sheila asked.

"Definitely," Katrina relaxed as she got her first drink of the evening. After so many long hours of working, she could finally take a load off and just be herself, back in her element.

"So did you miss us?" Ashok, a young, good-looking guy and one of the regulars, asked her.

"Every day, baby, every day!" she responded. "Working took so much damn time I hardly managed to get time to masturbate in my trailer. And even then I wasn't satisfied!"

"I can fix that," Ashok said with a lecherous grin. He picked up Katrina's drink and held it at crotch level. Carefully he dipped his semi-erect penis into the liquor and swished it around for a few moments before withdrawing and handing it back. Katrina took it, threw her head back, and downed the dick-tainted drink in one gulp.

"Mmm, I taste Megha's cunt on your cock!" Katrina licked her lips. Megha was Ashok's girlfriend and also a regular here. Just as she said that small hands reached around and cupped her tits. The sultry redhead was behind her, her own sizable breasts against Katrina's back, breathing into her ear.
"You want another taste?" Megha whispered. In response Katrina leaned back and kissed Megha passionately, their tongues sliding slickly against each other. Megha and Ashok were high-powered attorneys at a law firm, and the constant stresses of their jobs always led them down here to relieve themselves. They also managed the paperwork needed to get the club its various supplies and equipment, keeping it hidden from public scrutiny. 

Katrina stood up and walked down the hall, the two following. They passed several rooms, their specialties posted as silhouetted pictures on the door: a whip, a length of rope, a drop of water.

They entered the rooms used for regular fucking. The lights were turned low for a sexual atmosphere, and there were already several couples and a few small groups engaged in sex. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat and musk, and the floor was sticky with sperm and cunt juice. 

Once inside Megha took charge.

"Over here, Kat!" Grabbing a handful of Katrina's silky dark locks Megha dragged her over to a mattress on the floor. Forcing Katrina to her knees and bending her over so her tits brushed the sticky floor, Megha lay down on the mattress with her legs spread. Megha was a firm believer in being "au natural," and so kept her pussy unshaven. As a result she had a wild forest of coarse pubic hair covering her cunt. Thick gobs and streaks of semen were caught within it; apparently Megha had just gotten out of a gangbang. Megha gripped Katrina's head in her hands and pulled her towards her well-fucked crotch.

"Clean me, you Bollywood whore!" She thrust Katrina's head into her groin, who began licking immediately. The bush of pubic hair felt rough against the smooth corners of her mouth, leaving smears of cum behind. It tickled her nose, and strands of it were coming off on her tongue as she licked Megha's cunt fervently, moaning joyously at the copious amount of sperm leaking out.

Ashok stood behind her, jerking his cock at the sight of the movie star being treated like a dirty bitch. He knelt down and leaned forward so that the purple head of his cock rubbed against Katrina's moist slit. 

"Fuck yeah!" Katrina cried out, her voice muffled by cunt hair. "Stick that cock in my cunt and drill the piss out of me! Fucking do it!"

Ashok drove his cock halfway into Katrina's cunt, and it seemed to wrap around his thrusting member like a glove. The walls of her pussy were hot and wet, and he began fucking her in earnest.

Still swabbing Megha's pussy with her tongue, Katrina began sawing back to meet his thrusts. It felt so good to have a real, throbbing penis inside her after so long. The sensations were driving her wild and she was grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck! I'm fucking gonna cum!" shouted Megha. Her thighs squeezed around Katrina's head as she orgasmed loudly, squirting cunt juice into her mouth and down her chin. Katrina swallowed everything that entered her mouth, including the pubic hair. Behind her Ashok was pumping her cunt furiously, his large hands firmly gripping her slender, well-toned ass.


By now word was spreading throughout the club that Katrina Kaif had come down to the club, and was engaged in a hot threesome. Enough time had passed since she'd last been down; there were many newcomers to the club since then, and they couldn't believe that an actual celebrity, much less one they had seen recently in theaters and on TV, had come to join their debauchery. There was a mini stampede as men and women came into the room to view the spectacle for their own eyes.

"Holy shit, it IS her!" One man gaped.

"No way!" a slender woman with what looked like blonde hair standing next to him said, refusing to believe her eyes. "It's some hooker they got off the street and made to look like Katrina Kaif. It has to be."

"Trust me, Neha" Megha panted, coming down from her orgasmic high. "This is definitely her. See for yourself." She grabbed Katrina by her hair again, pulled her head up and made her turn to look at the crowd, who gasped and made noises of awe. "Tell them your name."

"I'm Katrina Kaif." Katrina Kaif said to them. Her mouth and chin were shiny with cunt juice and there were a few red pubic hairs sticking to them. 


"Gladly." One of the men moved to do so.

"Not you!" She pushed him away. "I want to get a piece of that celebrity ass!" 

There was a chorus of agreements. "You'll all get your turn with this cunt." Megha said, grinning wickedly at the mixed expression of surprise and apprehension on the star's face—apparently she hadn't considered getting into a orgy tonight. Well, tough titties for her! "But Ashok and I found her first, so naturally we have first dibs. She's already made me cum, so now she has to make Ashok cum before we pass her around."

"That's not gonna take long," Ashok said, panting with exertion. His face was red and shiny with sweat as he jackhammered into Katrina's twat. "Her pussy's so fucking wet, she's begging for it!"

"Is that so?" Megha reached down and pinched Katrina's left nipple, making her grunt and bite her lip sexily. "You want his hot cum in your fuckhole, don't you? Tell them how much you want it!"

"Fuck yes!" Katrina was on the verge of screaming now, incredibly aroused by all the people watching her copulating shamelessly in front of them. All uncertainty of getting into a full-blown orgy vanished, replaced by the overwhelming desire to get well and truly fucked before the night ended. "I want his cum! I want him to shoot a huge fucking load of thick sperm into my whoring twat! Fucking give it to me, give it to me, GIVE IT TO ME!!"

"Ahhh SHIT!!" Boiling hot semen bolted through his cock and erupted deep into Katrina's snatch. This set off Katrina's climax, and she came loud and long. Her pussy clamped down on Ashok's cock, milking it for all it was worth as she threw her head back and let out a near-animalistic scream. 

Ashok shot the last few squirts into her pussy and had barely withdrawn before being pushed aside by two of the burlier guys who had watched them. They grabbed her and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back on the sticky floor. 
The man at her legs spread them wide and thrust himself inside her in an instant. She was still coming down from her climax, and the new meat shoved inside her made her cum again. 

"You're a good rug-muncher," said the man kneeling beside her head. "Let's see how good you are with a dick." He pushed his manmeat inside her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. She closed her mouth and began sucking in earnest, swirling her tongue around the shaft. "Damn, you ARE good," he said.

The rest of the group began swarming around the celebrity whore. A few women dropped down and began licking her body all over, paying extra attention to her large tits and stiff nipples. Other women tried shouldering for a chance, pawing and groping every inch of her body. The men stood around, jacking themselves at the sight. Some of them leaned in and tried rubbing their cocks against her face and hair.

Katrina was in heaven. Hands were all over, massaging and rubbing her smooth skin, while wet tongues were sliding over her flat sTusharach and long legs. She could feel warm mouths suckling at her fleshy tits, every so often gently flicking her nipples with their tongues or nipping them with their teeth. Meanwhile a thick prick was sliding in and out of her cunt while she sucked on another like a lollypop. Two men took her arms and made her grab their dicks, and she began jerking them off. There were cocks rubbing against her neck, cheeks, and forehead and she even felt one or two men take handfuls of her dark hair and wrap them around their dicks while jerking off.

The man in front of her started to push himself forward, his dick sliding deeper into her mouth until the bulbous head prodded the back of her throat. Katrina had deep-throated cock before, but she didn't make a habit of it. Opening her throat as much as she could, she attempted to swallow the prick in her mouth. Tears came to her eyes as the man pushed into her throat, making her gag. Not wanting her to pass out, the guy pulled himself out, letting Katrina gasp for air. Strings of spit drooled out of her mouth as she coughed. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth. "Again," she said.

In half disbelief, he pushed into her mouth again. This time she leaned forward as much as she could and worked the head of his cock into her throat, letting herself get adjusted as the veins in his dick pulsed on her tongue. She leaned forward more and managed to get the first inch into her throat before she reached her limit.

"Fuck, she can deep-throat!" someone shouted, and there was cheers of excitement. The guy in her mouth moved slowly so that he was gently fucking her mouth. She slobbered and drooled all over it, letting it slide easier into her throat. Her cheeks and throat were bulging with cockmeat and she was turning red from the effort. 

"Fuuuucck!" The guy in her mouth couldn't hold it for too much longer. He grabbed her head as he began cumming, thick ropes of sperm shooting down her gullet. She pulled back and let him shoot the rest of his load in her mouth, tasting its salty goodness on her tongue. He pulled out, his dick slapping wetly against her cheek as he did so. Katrina held her mouth open for a moment so they could see the white semen in her mouth before she swallowed noisily.

The two dicks in her hand were next to shoot, and jism rained down on her face, covering her movie-star features. It splattered on her forehead and cheeks, with a single shot hitting her directly on the nose, before being smeared all around by the cocks still rubbing her face. Some of it dribbled off her chin and landed wetly on her tits, where it was licked off greedily by a couple of the women.

Letting out a shout of pleasure, the man pounding her cunt lunged forward and began cumming also, his sperm firing deep inside her. "Jeez, I figured she was a whore, but I didn't know how much of one," he said while pulling out. "This is a grade-A piece of ass." He slapped his dick on her spermy labia a couple of times to emphasize his point.

"Let's see what we can do with it." Another guy stepped forward and got her to turn over so that she was on all fours, with her fantastic ass facing him. He spit on his fingers and rubbed it against her tiny asshole. "You ever been assfucked, Katrina?" He asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Katrina made a noise of agreement, her mouth stuffed with cock again. 

"Good, 'cause I'm not gonna take it easy on you." He positioned himself at the entrance to her butt and pushed himself in slowly, inch by inch until all of his cock was buried inside her ass. He could hardly believe it if he wasn't feeling it flex around his cock, trying to accommodate its width. It was a tight, snug fit.

"God, you're as tight as a virgin! You sure you've had a dick up here?" Katrina was too busy sucking to answer. Her ass felt full and itched to begin taking a pounding. Mentally she begged him to start going at her; even go so far as to move her ass on his dick. He held her in place though, relishing the fact that he was finally going to fulfill his fantasy. He was in control here.

He ran his hands up her sultry body. Cupping her big tits, he leaned forward until his mouth was against her ear. 

With a heavy grunt he pulled back and began reaming her ass with hard, fierce strokes. Katrina was screaming, at first in pain at the hot cock stroked deeply into her bowels, but quickly changing to pleasure as lust took her senses once again. People all around them were jeering, calling her disgusting names and urging the man to fuck her even harder, to really rip the shit out of her asshole. 

He needed no encouragement, thrusting himself deep into her shit-chute before pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in again. "Let's hear you scream for it, whore!" He grabbed her mane of hair and pulled her off the cock she blowing. "Let's hear how much you love it!"

"I FUCKING LOVE IT!" Katrina shrieked, eyes wide and glazed with pure lust, spit flying out of her mouth, dripping heavily off her full lips and down her chin. She screamed out to all the people watching her. "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY MOUTH AND MY PUSSY! I WANT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME! MAKE MY FUCKING WHORE HOLES GAPE! BATHE ME IN YOUR SEED! FUCKING NAIL ME, YOU NASTY MOTHERFUCKING SONS-OF-BITCHES!!!"

Letting out a roar, the man fucking her ass jetted hot bolts of cum deep in her ass before pulling out and popping her mouth on his ass-flavored cock. He pumped her mouth a few times, making her taste her own filthy ass on his prick, while squirting out his last and pushing her away. The rest of the men closed in on her.

For over an hour Katrina Kaif was fucked in all three holes, in as many positions as she could manage. There were many triple penetrations, times where she felt so tightly full of cock that she couldn't stop cumming. Her cunt was sopping, squirting out juice almost endlessly as she came again and again. Soon her pussy and ass were gaping open as cocks of all sizes and shapes were shoved inside with ease. Sperm flew all over her, showering her lovely body, and soon she was plastered in thick cum. Her gorgeous tanned form looked like it had a gallon of silvery-white dick juice. Heavy drops of goo hung off of her nipples, chin, and nose, and she had to wipe her eyes repeatedly before it caked them shut. Long white streaks of spunk showed brightly against her dark hair, pasting it to her forehead and scalp, and making it become tangled and knotted. Cum leaked out of her stretched orifices in continuous streams, pooling on the floor.

During a pause in the animalistic copulations, Katrina spotted Marcus the bouncer, hanging back against the wall. He was nude, his long black prick jutting out like a tree branch, but he had apparently decided to wait for the other guys to have their fill of her. She thought that was sweet of him, and made to call him over. Her throat and mouth were thickened from all the sperm she had swallowed, and she couldn't get out anything but a gurgle and semen bubbled from her lips. Marcus took the hint, and came forward as she swallowed hard to clear her throat

"Ready for your special treat now?" asked Katrina, her voice still slightly slurred. Marcus nodded, not saying a word. "Turn around." He turned so that his ass was facing her and bent forward slightly on his knees, already knowing what was to come. She sat up and grabbed each asscheek and spread them. The rank smell of his sweaty, dirty ass hit her nose, and she would have gagged if she wasn't already used to it. She worked her mouth and spit a large wad of saliva and cum on his asshole before unflinchingly diving in with her tongue.