When I was nineteen, and I had just shifted to Mumbai to become an actor, a lot of things happened to me that I now look back on with fondness. I had just graduated from an all-girls’ boarding school. I had chosen to skip college cause I was eager to get started on my acting career.
I was on the set of my very first project, a short film! The film was about how a young man’s relationship with his girlfriend, and that meant that there were sex scenes to be shot, of course. They would be handled very responsibly, I was promised, and indeed they were. I was eager to be professional through all of it.
In fact, the sex scene was the first to be shot. I had to be under the blankets with my co-star. Then we had to emerge in a way that obviously implied we were naked. The costume department had to put me in clothes that were barely there lest they show on camera.
I was a bit nervous, but I have a great body, so I wasn’t too worried. I have big breasts that are large on my slim frame, a 34 DD – they’re firm but jiggly and topped with light pink nipples. I have a slim waist and a great butt. My legs are not as long as I’d like, but they’re very well-shaped.
And I have long hair to my waist. All in all, I looked good, but I had never been this scantily clad in front of anyone. I knew I had to project confidence as much as I could. The costume department put me in a tiny tube top and a g-string, all skin colored.
The tube top was a size smaller than it should have been. To me, the effect was a bit lascivious – my boobs were bulging out from the top, making the top dip low and produce a lot of cleavage. But if I pulled it up, the entire bottom of my breasts was visible.
Anyway, I got to the set in a robe and got under the covers, where my co-star joined me. He was a friend of mine, and I think he had a thing for me. Where we were supposed to make sex noises, he actually started kissing me. I supposed this was right, for better realism and kissed back.
His hands started wandering, and I felt him get very hard against my pussy. I tried to keep him in check. But I guess we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and let him squeeze me in places. My moans were very real! Halfway through the scene, I heard someone call ‘cut!’
We emerged from the sheets, and I saw that the sound guy had called cut from outside the room. It was a closed set in a small room, and only four or five crew members had been allowed in. I blinked when I realised it was all men in there with me.
Apparently, the sound guy couldn’t hear a word of the whispered conversation that we were supposed to have and asked to mic me. The director agreed, saying they needed to change lighting and angles as well and asked me to get miked. We were shooting in a tiny house (my boyfriend’s character was very poor).
They had made a small room available for me to change in. It was the size of a pantry or a cupboard. The sound guy took me to it and closed the door as I took off my robe. It was dark except for a naked bulb in the room. He was an older man, about my height, and he seemed like a generally nervous person.
He told me it would be a challenge to get me up in these clothes, and we laughed. He put his hands down the front of the tube top and tried to wind the wire around me. I was a bit shocked, but I figured this is how professionals do it. I could feel the backs of his hands sweep across my breasts.
He tried to get the wire wrapped around me. He tried two or three times before he asked me to twirl slowly for him. I thought that was a great idea and did it. He kept his hands in place firmly, and I slowly turned. I could feel my nipples rub against his hands.
We carefully tried to wind it inside the top. But it completely gave up and just fell down and curled around my waist. I started laughing, and so did he. “It’s easier like this anyway,” he said and stepped in closer, affixing the mike to the tube top around my waist.
I could feel his cheek brushing my breasts as he leaned down. Then he looked up – his mouth was very close to my nipples – and wound the wire tightly under my breasts. He had to lift my boobs with his hand as he did. Then he pulled my tube top back up.
He was cupping my breasts this way and that to make sure they fit properly with the wire and everything. He fit the receiver into the back of my g-string, which was snug. He asked if I was okay and ran a finger all along the band of it to check. I beamed and told him it was great and got back to the set.
We did the scene again and again, feeling my so-star become braver. He groped my breasts and butt, his erection sticking into me. The sound guy was in the room this time, and it was a bit embarrassing to think he could hear my breathless moans, wet kissing noises.
The sucking sounds of my co-star sucking my nipples through the top. The scene took a long time; the director told me crews usually find their rhythm through the first scene, and assured me it would go faster through the rest. This was fine by me.
I was a professional, but my co-stars’ groping always dislodged my tube top. So the mike was too low – nearer my nipples, and the sound guy had to fix it up each time we cut. He would take me to the room and – I didn’t understand this – pull down my tube top completely.
He would tighten the wire – one time, he tried to circle each of my boobs with the wire and tie them tight at the base. But that didn’t work because they bulged out so much like that that the tube top wouldn’t go back up. I just stood each time patiently, offering suggestions.
He helped me put it back on each time, patting me into place and pushing his hand down the front to make sure the mike was central. When he did that, I could feel the backs of his fingers brush against my squeezed nipples. I hoped he wouldn’t notice that they were getting hard.
He used to trail his hands down my slim waist and stomach. He would check the band of my G-string each time, making sure the receiver was fine. Nearer the evening, the director got mad that we were taking so many breaks for sound. He told my co-star to stop groping me for one take.
I had gotten sick of wearing the robe for such short breaks, and I was going without it for all my little adjustments in the little closet. Everyone in the room seemed a bit frustrated, and I guess so was my co-star. In this take, instead of groping me, he just bit my lips very hard and stuck his tongue in my throat.
Thank god there were no issues with sound this time, and the director okayed the take. We were finally moving on to the next scene!
I went to the small room to change and put on my bra again (finally!). I tried on the salwar kameez that they had given me. To my exasperation, these were also very tight. I was struggling to get the kameez down my boobs when the door opened, and the sound guy came in with the mike.
He locked the door and helped me to get the kameez off. He pressed my boobs down hard and then pushed them upwards towards my neck as I pulled the kameez down. He had to do it individually for each of them. My boobs were now ready to burst through the thin material.
‘How do we do this?’ He asked and then reached down to my kameez with the mike. Thank god it was a bit low cut, because he could get his hands in between my cleavage at least. He fumbled around there for a long time before he said, “You may have to take your kameez off again.”
I sighed, but he was right. I took it off, and he seemed fascinated with my bra. He said he could fit it into my bra. At that moment, all the lights went off. It was completely dark in the little room, and he tried to fit the mike into my bra. He really couldn’t seem to find a spot for it.
He started near the cups of the bra – I guess he couldn’t see at all because he was digging the mike deep into my boobs along with his fingers, and he dragged it all over my exposed cleavage. My breasts were feeling very sensitive. I asked if he could use his phone for the light.
He was delighted at the suggestion, and after a bit of tapping on his phone, he placed it in a corner where the light fell nicely onto my cleavage. He was thoughtful. This isn’t working he said, then put his palms into my bra cups and roughly pulled my boobs out of them.
Now they were sitting prettily on top, and to my shame, his rough palms had made my nipples stand out very hard. He seemed happy to see them, though, and ran his palms over them again, barely touching. “We can use these,” he said. He took the wire and tried to tie it around my nipples.
He pulled on them, which hurt a little bit, and tied them around the first one. (My nipples can get very long when pinched or pulled). Then he tried to tie up the second one, but they wouldn’t stay – the wire was too thick. He tried to lengthen my nipples again and again, pinching one and asking me to pinch the other one.
I guess it was getting very hot in the room, cause he was sweating and panting now. It took a lot of pinching, but he admitted defeat. He told me maybe I should take my bra off, and I knew he was right, so I did it. I hung up my bra, and he laughed nervously.
He said I shouldn’t hang it up where any of the crewmen could see it so easily and put it in his bag. He was looking at my breasts, which were red by now, with pale finger-shaped marks on them. He said there was something on my nipple as he saw me try to figure out what he was looking at.
He licked his first two fingers and thumb and started rubbing and twisting my now very hard nipple. He did that two or three times, till it was glistening. Looking back at it now, I can guess that he did not have the bravery to start sucking on them, so he needed this excuse.
By the time I had my kameez back on (I had to squeeze in again, and he helped me by crushing my boobs hard in his hand to minimise them), there was a loud banging on the door. He opened it up nervously. It was my co-star and the director and they were mad at the sound guy for delaying them.
Their eyes fell on the wet spot on the top of my left breast and my nipples that were poking out hard through the fabric. They told the sound guy to hurry up. With the door open, I was surprised at how quickly and easily the mike was fixed to my lapel. It was so easy! I barely felt it at all!
We finished the rest of the night scenes, and after every cut I would automatically go to the sound guy for reset. He shooed me away nervously each time when people were around. But when people weren’t around, he cupped and squeezed my breasts furtively.
He told me everything was fine with the mike and not to come back anymore. Between takes, I also had to hear lectures from my co-star. He couldn’t believe I would go into a tiny dark room with that guy in a power outage.
He told me I didn’t know what men were thinking about me, what they wanted to do to a girl like me. I fought back, saying this was his job and it was also mine and I was being professional. I found out that the director had told the sound guy not to come back for the second and last day of the shoot.
I was crestfallen! I didn’t realise what had gone wrong and felt bad for getting someone fired. The next day I resolved to make up for it. I took the number of the sound guy from the old substitute that showed up to set. After finishing the shoot, I called him and said I wanted to come over and apologise.
He seemed startled to hear from me, but recovered quickly and happily welcomed me. I was dressed in a white tank top and jeans and pulled up to the address he had given me. It was a ramshackle apartment in a slum-type area. I resolved not to be snobbish and got to the crumbling apartment.
It was small – just one room. He told me it was his friend’s, who would be getting back home soon. The only light here also was a single naked yellow bulb. There were only two mattresses on the ground and not much else. I was a bit awkward, but tried to be gracious and sat on the mattress.
He asked me if I wanted to drink anything, and I said yes. I thought he would give me a tea or something, but he came back with a glass of very strong whiskey. It was cheap and burned my throat while going down.
I started to apologise, saying I’m not sure what I did wrong. But I’m so sorry that because of me, he was asked not to come to the set again. He was quiet for a bit and said he forgives me, that it wasn’t so bad because at least he got to make friends with me.
I was very happy and said, “Yes, sure!” He laughed nervously again and said, “And friends drink with each other! So please let’s keep drinking tonight!’ I laughed and said yes and we had two more drinks before his friend came back to the room. I was very tipsy by now.
I had been talking to my sound guy, asking him stories about his life – he had a wife, but he didn’t find her exciting. When the friend came, I drunkenly cheered and said hello. The friend’s eyes were glued to my body, and he said, “So this is the girl,” and rushed to make three more pegs for everyone.
I saw him take a bit of additional time with my drink. When he brought it back, it was as strong as ever and now also tasted very bitter. I remarked on the taste, and they said it was a local speciality and exchanged glances. By this time, I was swaying even while sitting and was feeling very relaxed and happy.
We three were chatting about all sorts of things. I remember they started asking about my boyfriends and how many I’ve had. I told them I’ve had none. They seemed surprised and asked, but you’ve been kissed, right? I said yeah on the shoot. I was feeling a bit shy now.
The friend asked, but has anybody sucked your tits? I said no, feeling embarrassed but also floaty. “That’s not true,” said the sound guy – he had been silent for this conversation. The hero was sucking your boobs under the blanket. That’s true!
I was giggling now, but it was over my tube top, so it doesn’t count! The friend was looking a bit feral now. I remember he was a Muslim guy and had kohl in his eyes. It made him look dangerous. “Did you like it?” He asked. I nodded shyly. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
The mattress was feeling so good – it was keeping me grounded. I felt I was out of my body. I could barely concentrate now – the drink had been so strong. I knew I should leave, but I was feeling so unsteady. Maybe I could sleep for a while, then go home? I felt safe here with my new friends.
The friend came a little closer, sat on my mattress, and said, “Girls like you love having their boobs sucked.” I could barely lift my head to look at him. And if you liked one guy, imagine how much you’ll like two guys. Would you like that? Two guys sucking on your tits?
I thought about it – the thought made me tingly, and I giggled again. The Muslim friend looked at the sound guy harshly. He told him to make one more special drink for me. I tried to protest, but the friend put his arm around my back and murmured words to me.
“I know you can do it, relax, we can have so much fun.” Then he was helping me drink some more, pouring more of the glass into my mouth. At some point, I sputtered and dropped a whole mouthful of whiskey onto my white top. I laughed, and they also started laughing.
The friend started taking my top off. I tried to protest, but immediately I had more alcohol in my mouth and that same weird taste, and I think I fell asleep soon after. I had a lot of weird, vivid dreams that night. I was still floating, but there was something large and hard in my pussy.
Pushing deep, deep inside. When I tried to say anything, something was also in my mouth, not so big but thrusting hard. I felt like my breasts were bound in some way; I couldn’t breathe very deeply. I felt a lot of pinching and suckling and biting on my nipples.
I think I heard, “What a perfect slut!”
“I know, I’ve wanted to fuck her whore pussy since I saw her.”
I saw kohl rimmed eyes, and then someone was kissing me. I felt someone run ice over my nipples and then hot lips on them. I could feel wet tongues pushing them this way and that before they were both suckled deeply and bitten. I dreamed I was being fucked over and over.
But of course, that couldn’t be happening. I thought I was lying down on a warm body, and something was pushing into my butthole. It started painfully, but soon I was sighing with pleasure. At the same time, something hard thrust into my pussy as well, and someone was lying down on top of me.
I was sandwiched between two warm, thrusting bodies, and hot hands were squeezing my boobs and hips hard. “God, I fucking love her tits, I wanna drink milk from them.”
“We’ve got to get her pregnant first,” a voice grunted from behind me. I was giggling and floating, and this was feeling so good. I swam in and out of the dream, watching a lit bulb above me. I felt two pairs of hands manhandle me. I dreamed of being pushed into different positions.
I felt powerful thrusts deep inside my pussy and my mouth, shaking my whole body and bouncing my tits up to my chin. I felt my hair being pulled on, and that felt great!
“We should have gotten a third guy for her ass next time.” It felt like the thrusts became faster and faster, and I dreamed I was covered in some creamy, smelly liquid – it was all over my boobs, face and stomach. I also felt it squelching in my pussy.
I did not like this part so much, but I felt being gently wiped down. I smiled and fell asleep and only woke up at midday the next day. “Oh no!” I said, getting up, “I’m so sorry I fell asleep!” The sound guy was there, and he seemed nervous, as always.
I smiled warmly, and then so did he. It’s no problem, he said, you were fast asleep. I was sore all over, and my boobs were on fire. That’s the problem with local alcohol, I thought, it’s too harsh on the body. I hugged him and thanked him for taking such good care of me.
Once again, I apologise for getting him fired and also being such a bad guest for falling asleep in the middle of the evening. He stammered that it was no problem and that I was welcome back anytime. I asked him to give my regards to his friend as well before I left. I had liked him a lot.
They were really good guys, and I was glad I had given coming here a chance.
Soon after, I started dating my co-star – my first boyfriend! Whenever he would be pounding into me, he would tell me all the things he imagined the sound guy was doing to me in that room, how he would love to see him abuse my body one day.
It was ridiculous, of course, I would tell him, he was a total professional. I bet he hadn’t even thought of me like that. My boyfriend would suck on my tits and laugh.