My First Acting Job In A Desi Porn Film

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Hi. My name is Reeti Saxena, and this is my story about desi porn. If you have read my stories, then you know me. I hope I don’t have to give details about myself again. Also, thank you for all the love you have shown me via emails and chats. It’s always fun talking to you guys. Let’s begin with the story.

I was low on cash and needed a job that paid. By this point, I had worked as an extra in many Bollywood films. Still, nobody wanted me as an actress. I was ready to do bold scenes. But the directors kept on saying my breasts aren’t big enough to show ample cleavage.

I am a decent-looking woman with an average fit figure. But they were looking for a milf with double D breasts. Apparently, that is more in demand these days. Disgusting! I had applied for many jobs, but only one came back with a positive response. That job was a scary one.

The role was of an office woman called Babla Chutti. Yes, that is the name they gave the character. They actually made me perform a scene where I had to introduce myself as Babla in the audition. They sent me a message that night with a six-figure salary note. I was tempted, but the story scared me.

At first, the director did not tell me it is a porn film. He said in a Bengali accent, “It’s a beautiful short film with a social message about women protecting themselves from molesters.”

I did not feel suspicious until the director started touching me during casting. Even though there was a costume girl there, the director came forward to adjust my outfit. He came close, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled up my bra such that it was visible. He then gently squeezed my buttocks to see if they were firm.

It was very embarrassing. The costume girl was embarrassed too, so she looked away. He was taking a lot of pictures from all angles. At one point, he hinted to the costume girl to get on her knees and press my breasts together while he took my picture. He wanted to see how deep my cleavage can get.

The moment I stepped out of the office, I decided not to do this job. Sadly this was the only job that paid more than decent money. One night I got a call from casting people. He said that it is the last time they are offering me this job. They are willing to increase the price by 20%, but I have to decide now.

If I say no, they will give it to someone else. I did not have time to decide, so I said yes. The next day I went to the office. There the same pervert director was sitting with a smile on his face. He was an ugly fat guy with long black hair and a white beard.

I sat in the room with just the director and a producer. It was a scary small room with just one door. No windows. They were sitting quietly. They simply gave me a big contract to read. I did not understand most of the stuff. The only thing that got my attention was the number 6.7 lakhs.

My eyes sparkled as I waited for them to speak.

“Sir. Can I know the story?” I asked the director.

“Please… we are waiting for another actor. Then I’ll tell you the story together.”

While we sat there, I kept on looking at the producer. He was a younger-looking fit man. Every time I looked at him, he smiled back. I had seen him somewhere but couldn’t recollect.

“Do you ever go on a ‘money date’?”

The producer spoke while closely observing my every reaction. He was staring so hard at me that I was embarrassed.

“What is a Money Date?” I asked.

“Single guys who can’t get a girlfriend pay cute women like you to go out with them,” he said.

I sensed he wanted to touch me inappropriately. But he was sitting on the opposite side of a large table. So his hands couldn’t reach me.

“Sir, I’m not a prostitute.”

“No… no! You don’t have to have sex. Just talk with them. Sit in public and have food. For a girl like you, you can earn good money doing that.”

I did not know such a thing existed before that. So I ignored his comment. After all, after doing this role, I’ll be rich and be famous. That’s what I thought. A young, fair, slightly chubby guy walked in and sat next to me an hour later.

Seeing him, both of them stood up to greet him. Then all of them sat. The director started with the story. What I heard totally shocked me.

“Ms. Reeti. You are a corporate woman – a successful woman who is good at her job. You are so good at your job that you have your own personal assistant. Golu will play that part.”

“Chachu (uncle), please, not Golu. Call me Govind,” he blushed. This young man had a sort of feminine voice.

“…so you are in your usual outfit, formal shirt, and medium-size skirt – something like what you tried a couple days back.

You are done with your day, and you go to the parking lot with Govind. There your car will be parked. You are talking to your assistant regarding tomorrow’s meeting. Suddenly 6-7 guys jump in front of you.”

“Six or seven?” asked the producer.

“Not decided yet.” said the director.

“Then decide fast. Otherwise, use a dildo attached to a pillow.”

“‘Dildo?’ what do they need that for?” I wondered.

The director was interrupted by the producer. This annoyed him. “Please don’t break my flow,” grunted at him.

“…so you are making your intern carry a lot of files while you are checking one of them. Meanwhile, eight guys are fixing the electric wiring. They see you and are immediately seduced by your beauty.”

The director was changing the story at will, but I didn’t interrupt him. I fear he might shout. As it is, he is huge and seems to be short-tempered.

“As you walk past them, they start whistling. They follow you. One of them throws water on you. Suddenly your assistant gets angry… that’s you, Govind… You throw all the files and get angry.

You say, “You mother fuckers! How dare you talk like this with my boss. Say sorry or else…” you’ll say in an aggressive tone. As much as you can.

But then the tall guy will get angry. In one swift move, he will grab you by your ba… belt and pull you close.”

Suddenly the director stops. He stands up and makes Golu stand as well. He then performs the action while saying the dialogue. He gets instantly angry and grabs Golu by his belt. Then pulling him close,

“Otherwise, what?! Otherwise, what!” He shouts, pulling the belt back and forth. Suddenly the belt breaks and lands in the director’s hand. Meanwhile, Golu’s pants uncontrollably fall, giving us an accidental glimpse of his private part.

“So cute!” Is all I can think. Apparently, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His penis was tiny, fair, and circumcised. Further, he was totally hairless down there. Looking at his penis, I wondered what his age is. I was shocked to later learn that he is 34. He didn’t look a year older than 21.

It was an embarrassing situation for him. Golu got decent and then took the seat. The director alone performed the action while narrating the story.

“….So he will threaten you. Then you have to say, “Don’t even try to touch her. Otherwise, you will have to face my wrath.” But then this huge intimidating guy throws you to his men. They immediately tear your clothes until you are completely naked.”

“Naked!” yells Golu.

“Yes, naked.” says the director. “You have already shown us yourself. You just have to do that in front of the camera.”

At that moment I got scared. But then I calmed myself down. “Male nude scenes are very common these days. Netflix does it.”

I continued to listen to the story. The more I heard, the scarier it got. By the time I was done with it, I just wanted to exit the building. I was so disgusted that day to hear his pitch. “That asshole thinks I’ll get naked in front of 50 people. Never!” I cursed while returning home.

Yet, the next I remember, I was being disrobed by a costume girl inside a dark abandoned parking lot. There weren’t 50 people there, just twenty, including the actors, director, and producer. It was the shooting day, and I had agreed to play my part.

Thankfully they had a strict policy of no mobile phones on set. The only camera allowed was the main filming camera. That was not comforting enough. So I closed my eyes and thought about the number on that signed check while undressing.

It was nighttime, very chilly. I was shivering initially. But this daring thing I was doing got my heart pumping. Suddenly I felt cold no more. Before I had to put on the costume, they made me lay naked on a single bed while the makeup man put makeup all over my body.

He first shaved all the unnecessary hair, cleaned my body with a wet cloth, and then started putting makeup on me. By the time he was done, I was looking like a beautiful barbie doll. I had the urge to photograph myself like this. Unfortunately, my phone, too, was kept with others inside a locker.

Then they made me wear tight officer wear. A push-bra that raised my bust. They put some packing to make my cleavage look bigger. They also gave me a beautiful pair of heels. By the time I was ready, I had looked like a professional, highly qualified, office-going woman.

The shooting began. First, they shot all the initial scenes – me entering the parking lot with my assistant. Walking past those workers and stand next to a car. Then Golu was pulled, stripped, and he cried.

He was natural at this. I was impressed by his performance. That is until I realized that he was actually crying.

Meanwhile, I was simply there. I had little to no dialogues. I just had to react and look scared. Once this scene was done, the director walked to Golu to comfort him. Then he shouted, ‘Pack-up.’

I was surprised at him saying pack-up. “Why did they make me strip if I had no nude scene to perform?”

My doubt was immediately cleared when the director said, “That’s a pack-up for Golu. Let’s move to the climax scene.”

The next thing that happened was very scary. I did it, still scary. My heart was racing just before the scene. I had no lines to prepare, yet it felt challenging. “You have to do this in the first shot. There is no repeat.” said the director.

I was feeling nervous and desperately wanted to pee. When I asked the producer to direct me towards the nearest washroom, he simply said, “You are already naked! Just go do it in that corner.”

It was very embarrassing but too late to turn back. When the shot was ready, I was called. As I approached the scene location, I could see those eight guys completely naked and stroking their erect dicks. Once I was there, they took the robe from me and made me kneel.

“Action!” shouted the director. “Just make sure that all of you are ready to cum by the end of the next sixty seconds.”

On that command, there was a guy counting downtime. All eight dicks were in different shapes, sizes, and shades. Since they were just a couple of feet away from my face, I looked at each one of them.

I had no dialogues, no actions. I simply had to be there and wait to receive the cum. The director told me to close my eyes and smile. I did that. I was unable to see anything but was able to hear the countdown.

The moment the countdown reached zero, like clockwork, all of them shot their juices on my face. I could feel projectiles hitting my face from all sides. The moment all of them were drained, the director shouted.

“And… cut! Reeti, just stay there and look as if you are enjoying it.” he paused and then, “Camera go handheld.”

I did not see the next part. But I have seen enough shooting to know that the cameraman lifted the camera on his shoulder and brought it close to me to record from top to bottom in close-up.

Meanwhile, I simply gave my best performance, smiling, opening my mouth to let some droplets fall in, spreading it all over my face, then spreading more of it on my tits. I kept on touching myself, forgetting that I was being watched by twenty pairs of perverted eyes.

Suddenly I had the urge to move down south. I was about to slide my finger inside my pussy when I felt a hard spank on my butt.

“That’s enough acting for today, baby! This is just the beginning,” said the Director.

He was right. In the following six days, we had to shoot individual shots where I would be naked and pleasured by eight men. There’s blowjobs, handjobs, tit-fuck, anal, and countless pussy penetrations I had to look forward to.

The director then repeated what he said to me in the pitch meeting, “Don’t worry, Ms. Reeti. I’ll make sure that none will penetrate you deep enough to take your virginity.”

He said it as if preserving my virginity was my biggest concern.

In just a few hours, I was shaved in public, cleaned in public, I peed in public, eight different men ejaculated on my face, all the while being recorded on camera. And he still thinks I am worried about losing my v-card.

Once the scene was done, the makeup and three volunteers took me to a corner and bathed me. They cleaned me thoroughly. I could see an erection in their pants. Still, they didn’t make any move. They settled only for groping my body parts whenever possible.

I enjoyed it. At first, I was embarrassed at the beginning of the shoot, but now I was having fun. I might have even teased them by spreading my pussy and telling them to clean it properly. I was so excited at that moment that I wished to get a room with four of them and fuck them hard.

Instead, I simply closed my eyes and lived this fantasy. It was a blissful moment that got rudely interrupted by someone shouting. I opened my eyes to see the director arguing with the producer.

“What the fuck do you mean?!” asked the director.

“The streaming platform refused to fund this project. So…” The producer paused.

“So what! Bitch!” said the director. He was very pissed. I watched the argument from a distance while the guys wiped my body.

“So…” the producer said in a low tone, “We can still make this short film, but you won’t get the promised premium fee.”

“What?!”

As it is, the director was pissed and cursing left and right. There was a filming light next to him which he picked up and smashed on the floor. While his back was turned, the producer whispered something more.

“What more?!” asked the director.

The producer, in his shaky voice, spoke, “Mm… Also, you can’t put this parking lot orgy scene in the film.”

The director was getting angrier as he grunted louder. He cursed a lot. The moment he closed his palm to form a fist, the producer took a few steps back out of fear of getting punched.

I was so engrossed in the action that I didn’t realize that the makeup man had latched on to my tit, sucking on it. Meanwhile, the other three were masturbating, staring at my ass. Ignoring that, I continued to watch.

Suddenly an assistant walked to the director, saying, “Sir, where should I put this memory card. It has today’s recorded footage.”

That idiot was oblivious about this fight which is why he naively interrupted. The director in aggression took the memory card from him. He grunted, “No sex scene!” and he broke the memory card in two in a quick move.

“Happy! No more sex scene!” Saying that, he walked away.

That was the end of the shoot.

A few days later, I met Golu in a restaurant for a Money Date (I’ll tell you about that in a different story). That’s when he told me that the project was canceled, and the footage that was recorded was all lost.

So the filming of the orgy climax scene that we shot is lost as if it never happened. To some extent, I was relieved. I wasn’t ready to let my family see a nude scene of me. Thankfully now, no one will get to see it.

That’s the story of my first acting job in a porn film. Do tell me if you liked it via email to [email protected]. Please don’t ask me for the video of that scene because I don’t have it.

Just one thing before I go, I want to tell you why I shared this story. A couple of days back, I got a call from the director saying that they have revived this short film project. He wants me back in that role.

He says that there won’t be a sex scene this time as he is giving up porn. But I don’t trust him anymore. So I am not sure. What do you think? Should I take that job?