**Unwilling Submission Under the Star’s Roof**

It was supposed to be just a fan meet—just a chance to see *her* in person. Jyothika, the Tamil superstar, the woman whose posters still clung to my dorm room walls. I’d won some stupid online contest, a “personalized” meet-and-greet at her sprawling Chennai home. I was just a college kid with a stupid crush, nothing more. But the moment her assistant left us alone in that dimly lit sitting room, everything changed.

She was dressed casually—tight jeans and a loose blouse that barely hid the curve of her breasts. Her eyes raked over me like I was something she was considering buying. “You’re younger than I expected,” she murmured, her voice low.

I swallowed hard. “T-twenty-one, ma’am.”

A smirk curled her lips. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse, and before I could blink, she had pulled it off, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her tits. My dick twitched painfully in my jeans. “You’ve stared at me enough in movies,” she said, stepping closer. “Now’s your chance to see the real thing.”

My heart hammered. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. “M-ma’am, I—”

She cut me off with a sharp slap across my face. The sting shocked me. “Shut up,” she ordered. Her fingers undid my belt with terrifying efficiency. “You don’t get to talk. You just get to *take* it.”

Before I could react, her hand was inside my boxers, squeezing my already-hard cock. I gasped, my body betraying me instantly. “Look at you,” she sneered, stroking me roughly. “Such a desperate little fanboy. Bet you’ve jerked off to me a hundred times.”

I couldn’t deny it. My hips bucked into her grip, my cock throbbing.

Jyothika laughed—a dark, knowing sound—and shoved me onto the couch. She straddled me, grinding her pussy against my trapped dick through the fabric of her jeans. “You want me?” she whispered, leaning down. Her breath was hot against my ear. “Prove it.”

Then her lips crushed against mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I moaned helplessly, my hands gripping her waist. She broke the kiss just to yank her bra off, letting her tits bounce free. I couldn’t stop staring—her nipples were already hard, dusky pink and begging to be sucked.

She didn’t give me the chance. Instead, she unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down, revealing a bare, shaved pussy glistening with wetness. “This what you wanted?” she taunted, rubbing her slit over the head of my cock. “All those nights jerking off, dreaming of this?”

I groaned, my hips jerking up. “Y-yes—fuck, yes—”

“Too bad.” She reached behind her, fingers digging into my thighs. “Because *I* decide when you get it.” And then, in one brutal motion, she sank down onto me, taking my entire length inside her tight, dripping cunt.

I yelled—her walls clenched around me like a vise, hot and wet and *perfect*. She didn’t let me adjust. Jyothika rode me hard, her tits bouncing with every slam of her hips. “This is all you’re good for,” she panted, nails raking down my chest. “A dumb little boy with a hard cock.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Pleasure coiled tight in my gut as she fucked me ruthlessly, her pussy milking me with every movement. “I—I’m gonna—”

She leaned down, lips brushing mine. “Cum inside me,” she ordered. “Do it.”

That was all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing as I filled her up. She didn’t stop—just kept riding, forcing every last drop out of me until I was shaking beneath her.

Only then did she finally pull off, leaving me dazed and spent. Jyothika stood, wiping her thighs with a smirk. “Good boy.”

And just like that, she walked away, leaving me there—broken, used, and already aching for more.