I, Surbhi, stood in the middle of the set, a bedroom designed to look like a luxurious hotel suite. The air was thick with anticipation, and my heart pounded in my chest. I had been told that today's scene was going to be intimate, but I wasn't prepared for the simplicity of my costume—a single towel wrapped around me, nothing beneath. I tried to calm my nerves, but the thought of what was to come made my pussy throb with a mix of fear and excitement.
Sam, my co-actor, stood a few feet away, his eyes scanning me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. He was always professional, but today, there was something different in his gaze. "You look... ready," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "I hope so. I mean, it's just acting, right?" I laughed nervously, but the sound was hollow even to my own ears.
The director, a man with a megaphone and a no-nonsense attitude, called out, "Places everyone! Let's get this scene rolling."
Sam and I moved to the bed, the cameras rolling as we began our scene. The script called for a passionate encounter, but as soon as the director yelled "Action!", Sam's hands were on me, pulling at the towel with a sudden urgency. Before I could react, the towel was torn away, leaving me completely exposed.
"Sam, what are you—" I started, but my protest was cut off as his mouth crashed down on mine. His tongue explored my mouth, and I felt a surge of heat between my legs. The cameras were rolling, and the crew was watching, but all I could focus on was the feel of Sam's body against mine.
"Just go with it," Sam whispered against my lips, his hands roaming my body.
My breath hitched as his fingers found my nipples, tweaking them until they were hard peaks. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan.
The director called out instructions, guiding us through different positions. First, we were on the edge of the bed, me sitting on Sam's lap, his cock pressing against my wet folds. The love seat position, he called it. I could feel the heat of his dick through his pants, and I ground myself against him, my body betraying my nervousness.
"Fuck, Surbhi," Sam groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "You're so wet."
I blushed, but the cameras were rolling, and I had a job to do. I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear.
Next, we moved to the cowgirl position, me straddling him as he lay on the bed. His cock was free now, thick and hard, and I couldn't help but stare. The director called out for me to ride him, and I hesitated for only a moment before lowering myself onto him. The feel of his dick filling me was incredible, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back.
"Fuck, yes," Sam hissed, his hands gripping my thighs. "Just like that."
We moved through the positions, each one more intense than the last. The one up, with me on my back and Sam's cock pressed against my entrance. The standing O, with me bent over a chair and Sam pounding into me from behind. The socket, with me on my knees and Sam's dick in my mouth. The stairway to heaven, with me lying on the stairs and Sam's cock buried deep inside me.
Finally, we ended with the reverse cowgirl, me riding him with my back to his chest. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I rode him harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
"Fuck, Sam," I panted, my body moving of its own accord. "I'm gonna come."
"Come for me, Surbhi," he growled, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
With a cry, I came, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over me. Sam followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum.
As we collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent, the director called out, "Cut! That's a wrap!"
I looked at Sam, a wicked grin on my face. "Well, that was... unexpected," I said, my voice breathy.
He laughed, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "Yeah, but it was fucking hot," he said, his eyes dark with desire.
I couldn't argue with that. The scene had been intense, passionate, and incredibly erotic. And as I lay there, naked and sated, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises this job had in store for me.
As we got up and started to get dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had just performed one of the most intimate scenes of my career, and I had done it with grace and passion. I knew that this scene would be talked about for years to come, and I couldn't wait to see the final product.
As we left the set, Sam turned to me and said, "You know, I've always wanted to do a scene like that with you. You're amazing."
I smiled at him, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. "Thanks, Sam. You're not so bad yourself."
As we walked out of the studio, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that this was just the beginning of my career, and I couldn't wait to see what other challenges and opportunities lay ahead.
But for now, I was just happy to have had such an incredible experience with such a talented and passionate co-star. I knew that this scene would stay with me for a long time, and I couldn't wait to do it again.