Film set broke her flimsy resistance

OTT platforms in India had gone increasingly sexual. There was a time when even kissing scenes were rare. Hugs were enough, kisses on the cheek or forehead – that’s it. A hot item number. And even if it was a kiss, it was more of just lips touching than anything passionate.

But now, entire platforms were based on pushing the story for the right sex scene. It was soft porn, and it had reached the level of the girl getting entirely topless more and more often. Relying on her hands to cover her nipples, or the camera being on the other side, or to have her boobs crushed against the bed, or just hoping that the man tasked with squeezing her boobs doesn’t let the nipple slip.

The stories had become unbelievably sexual.

For an actress like her in India, she knew that she had to make some sort of impression. Casting couch was well and truly alive in India. Actors and directors fucking girls, regardless of their ambitions, and if she said anything about it, she would be out of the industry. This didn’t guarantee a movie spot, or a TV series role – not alone a background role as a dancer. Some girls had spent their lives just getting fucked while never getting in front of the camera. There was no dearth of girls – and girls who openly did it and were proud. But she wouldn’t be one of those. OTT platforms gave girls more options to appear in front of the camera. Many girls had received their breaks this way. She would definitely have at least some of a chance.

And even though this was a OTT platform whose stories were notoriously built around sex – a guy fucks his father’s nurse, and stops fucking his wife. The father was also fucking the nurse, so the guy fires her, and eventually, his wife is fucked by her father in law. Or maybe a guy getting into a relationship with a shy girl, only to get a chance to fuck her hot mom. Or a man cuckihg his own son, as the daughter in law also ends up getting fucked by the house help. She knew that when she landed the role, she would be put in one of these stories, but at least she will have a landing role! And it was better than those OTT platforms where the director was the one who just wanted to fuck and would just do the scenes himself.

In her auditions, she had been asked to strip down her saree. The blouse revealed more than it hid, and she was openly asked to squeeze it in front of everyone. She was asked to moan, to give them a glimpse of how she would be like if she was getting fucked. But she knew was getting into. She was a professional. Sure, she could hear men sniggering, and there were remarks of Mast Maal, Raand, Raseeli Gaand (objectifying remarks), she knew she got them hard and they would be cumming to her thoughts later.

But she had to do it. It was essential. It was better than sleeping with many men for the role, and if she didn’t do this now, she would soon be too old for the roles she wanted. And anyway, even mainstream Bollywood was getting bolder. She’ll only go up from here.

She was hired. And the scenes were going silky smooth. Barely any cuts, she was the leading lady now. It felt like she was doing a good job. She was finally acting! She wouldn’t call this ‘making it’. But this was Step 1. Once the series released, she might get noticed, and if things were going well on the sets, then she must have been doing a good job. They were recording at a remarkable pace. It was fantastic.

Except for the main actor. There was no ‘class’ here. He was no gentleman, and it felt like they had hired someone from the streets! She’ll never know how he had been chosen for the role. Rugged, rough, and even she could see that he wasn’t really a great actor. And he asked her – Kisse chudke yahaan aayi hai? (Who did you fuck to get here)

He laughed at her shocked expression. And after that, it never stopped. Set ke baad Lauda choosegi Mera? (Will you suck my dick later?) Teri body ekdum mast hai Yaar, soft, dabaane mein Maza Aata hai (your soft body feels amazing to squeeze) Chal Naa, kahaan chodun tujhe (Where do I fuck you) She would never reply and he would just laugh. They all called her a chudakkad maal and a Randi, and everyone would laugh, but she had to do it. He was playing the role of a driver seducing his boss’ wife, and when he squeezed her ass, groped her boobs, kissing her neck from behind, grabbing her – she didn’t have to act disgusted. He didn’t have to act like he was turned on. He was always grinding his dick against her. They were perhaps the most real scenes one could ever shoot – because they were real!

All the insults, being treated like a whore on sets, humiliating looks, and almost always having to forget that her clothes were those that only the sluttiest of bitches would wear. But now, it was coming to an end. And they were the two sex scenes. One after the other.

And there was no way out. She had invested too much. She had to do it . First scene didn’t involve getting topless, but the second one did. He would eventually strip down to his underwear in both.

It would be a long day. And by the looks he was giving her, she knew that it wouldn’t exactly be pleasant professionalism.

She had to act like the wife who now desired the driver too much and was actively, passionately, fucking him. Inviting him in and immediately start with it. The first scene was in the living room. Second scene was in the bed she shared with her husband of the series.

They hadn’t been given too many instructions, and the director would be calling it on the spot.

She knew his hands would be all over her. Squeezing, grabbing, and it would be real. His mouth too, his lips, and his tongue… The very thought of it him sucking his cleavage horrified her, but it had to happen. She just had to.. take it. There would be makeout sessions, and she’ll just have to.. do it. Still, there might be some hope. She didn’t have to let him put his tongue in her mouth, she could stop that. Of course he’ll try, but she can try. That would be too much. She’ll do anything, just not this.

The director had dismissed the plea, and the actor had just laughed at it. And so it started. He grabbed her, she held him, she could barely keep up, his hands were all over her, the way he did it, she felt more naked than if he would have been actually fucking her. He squeezed her boob so hard that she yelped. Sucking her neck, was he mad or what? And he stopped it. Cut! He said that he lost focus, and they had to go again. Motherfucker. It happened again, it was almost mental how horny he truly was, and cut! He went at her five times before getting scolded, and the scene begun. Groping. Sucking. Molesting. And it was time for the makeout. She kissed him, and he was surprised, she was kissing him everywhere, neck, lips, face, wherever she could. 10 quick kisses on the lips. It’s not like she wanted it – but it was better than his tongue in her mouth. She was going great, he couldn’t catch up, and it looked like she wanted it. Yes! Yes! Before he let out an angry snarl and pinned her against the wall, grabbed her neck and Face and kissed her. She pushed against him genuinely, flaying her hands, she would have shouted in protest if she could. Cut! Cut! She would have screamed. But his mouth was on her, his dick grinding her and almost propping her up, her boobs crushed against him. And his tongue on her lips. She won’t open, no.. no.. she won’t, but what can she fucking do here! A small opening, and that’s it, she shouted in his mouth but his tongue was in her mouth, against her tongue, and he was making out with her. She couldn’t do anything. She had never ever been touched without her consent, and this! This! This fucking asshole had fucking done it all.

And scene.

Her mouth, right up to the chin was wet. The way she was. It was almost like she was… Raped. And they started preparing for the next scene like nothing had happened – What? He can just get away with it like this?

The next scene was in the bedroom, and just.. end it. She just wanted it to be over. It was the last scene in the series, and she can just forget it ever Happened. Hopefully.

The bedroom scene, and she would be under him, then riding him. Not really. They both would eventually be in their underwear, and she’ll have to forget what was happening. Scene started, and there were no cuts this time. He was too Horny. There were no restraints. He might as well have raped her right there and it’s not like there would be anything she can do about it. The only thing that would happen is the director asking him to do it again and keep his underwear on this time. They would all watch her get raped if he decided to take her. He pinned her down, and she was getting stripped faster than was planned, rougher. Yes, he’ll rape her right there. She knew it. And she had to take it. He was kissing and sucking her in places that he wasn’t supposed to do – underarms, arms, thighs. Yeah, he put his tongue in her mouth, and now he’ll put his dick in her. She would be a raand, mast chudakkad maal, kuttiya – he put his tongue in her mouth again. There it was, a memory she’ll never forget. She wouldn’t remember her first kiss, but this… She can never black out. Just, his tongue everywhere in her mouth and she just closed her eyes

But he didn’t take her panties off. Didn’t take his dick out. He squeezed her bare boobs – but that was always the plan. It was the normal scene, she got on top of him, put her hands on him as he squeezed her boobs, and she was shocked. Wha.. at? This is it?

A girl who was shocked at men calling her a whore a month back was now pretending to ride a man she hated, wearing just her panties, him squeezing her bare boobs – and thinking, that’s it?

Scene!

When it was done, she didn’t even have the sense to cover her boobs before the extras brought a blanket in to cover her. That will soon flood the internet, her bare boobs, but.. he didn’t rape her?

Of course he didn’t, but her mind at that time was too clouded to think straight. That’s..it?

A week passed and it just won’t go away – his tongue in her mouth, and how it was like with him.. and she rubbed, and she came. To not how it happened, but how it was supposed to happen. What the fuck was wrong with her? But it just didn’t feel right

She had to ask him. Maybe.

She sought him out, and she would just share it with him, and she’ll get over it. That’s it. But when he saw her, he just asked her – ‘Chudne aayi hai kya?’ (What? Come to fuck?)

And she just… ‘Haan’ (yes), barely audible, barely believable, but he laughed – that’s how he remembered her. And he pulled her to him, she opened her mouth this time. Yes, there was that tongue in her mouth, and her tongue loved it too. Stripped, and he did get his dick out, and this time, when he got her naked, he fucked her. The dick in her almost felt like a relief.. Yes, that’s how it was. Just.. this time when she rode him, she let her boobs bounce. This was what he should have done. She didn’t want him, she just… This was supposed to happen.

There were tears in her eyes when she sucked his dick. She didn’t want it, but him fucking her mouth was how it should have been. Him not being professional, but someone who took her despite her not wanting it.

The TV series had not been released yet, but it just felt like now she was a part of the industry.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m0h3cd/film_set_broke_her_flimsy_resistance