I’m an actor on a current movie in production, to be released in the next year or two. We do filming way in advance, and then there’s editing, reshoots, marketing campaigns to be thought up and promos to shoot. All that to say, we are still filming
But there have been some difficulties along the way. For the sake of this story, I’m Chris (No, not Hemsworth, Evans, Pine, Pratt, or any others you can think of). And my costar will be called Ana. The director shall also remain anonymous, as even alluding to who they might be can get you blacklisted in this industry. But let me be clear: he is a massive perfectionist prick.
When I say perfectionist I don’t mean we need to have the sets perfect and the lines and marks exactly right. I mean that he will have us run the same shot 50 times or more if he doesn’t like it. Tweaking it and our directions over and over until all of us are blue in the face. He’s obsessed with realism and authenticity. When me and Ana both got cast for the movie, we both knew we would be love interests who eventually slept together in the movie.
The director wasn’t satisfied with our acting credentials or our screen tests together. He wanted to make sure we had true chemistry. Somehow he got the studio to green light paying for us to go on multiple dates and a retreat together to try and bond for the sake of the emotional connection between characters. That might sound really nice, getting by to spend a paid for retreat with your beautiful costar.
The problem was neither of us were interested. Don’t get me wrong, Ana is absolutely a bombshell. She’s got a figure that fills out a dress as much as it fills seats at the box office, an amazing smile and beautiful hair. She’s a leading film actress and model. Of course she’s beautiful. She’s also down to earth, funny, a hard worker, and as best as I can tell, a generally nice person.
She’s also a professional.
Neither of us are interested in mixing business and pleasure, which is funny considering we work in an industry where half the couples on the red carpet met on set or during a collaboration. We came to do a job, bring our A-game, act the hell out of the script, and go home. It isn’t that we aren’t friendly, I think it’s safe to say we are good friends now. But we also like to keep things professional. To us, the whole song and dance of going on dates and a retreat felt like a heavy-handed attempt by the studio or our agents to play matchmaker and stir up some buzz that we were falling in love on the set of our new movie.
Ana is lovely and I would totally be open to dating her \*after\* we had finished shooting. But the feeling of being pushed together by the studio for the sake of free promotional material and gossip felt unprofessional and gross. Neither of us were interested in being promotional pawns, as ironic as that sounds. Have us shoot the movie, do the promo photos and posters, do hundreds to thousands of interviews with every network and on tour and maybe even at cons. But don’t jerk us around by trying to have us fall in love on your movie set as a promotional tool.
Not saying that doesn’t happen, because it absolutely does. There are an endless stream of fake relationships, beefs, flings, and coordinated “oops” moments “caught” by paparazzi (or an “anonymous source”) to generate attention, buzz, and free marketing. The main difference here was that neither of us had been approached about it being an official thing the studio wanted, and was willing to pay for in our contracts.
Both of us could feel the pressure and talked about it. We were in agreement that although our dates had gone well, we weren’t going to give the studio anything more than they paid for. Despite our mutual attraction, we were going to do our best in every scene, and go home. If things progressed after that, then great.
Our director, however, was insistent on getting as much romance, intimacy, and passion out of us as humanely possible. He called himself a perfectionist, while I thought of it more as being a pretentious, self-obsessed jackass. It felt like every scene driving the romance forward had to be reshot twice as much as needed. I think our character’s “first kiss” scene had to be redone, from the top, almost 50 times. I hope the editors get paid extra.
But today, we hit a wall.
We were supposed to be shooting a sex scene, our characters’ passionate lovemaking after a heartfelt confession that had taken all of the last two days to film. The director had made us reshoot the heartfelt confession over and over, and the sex scene was looking to have the same problem.
Let me just say, sex scenes are incredibly unsexy to shoot. There’s an intimacy coordinator that reads the script beforehand and clears all the potential shots and acts that we would have in the movie. Then they remove any non-essential personnel and we get to wear skin-tone genital coverings unless otherwise specified, for the sake or personal modesty and to prevent unintentional genital contact.
To make it clear how unsexy it is: Ana had the option of wearing skin tone nipple pasties, which she declined as the studio wanted some titty shots, which she was fine with going topless,, and a beige mesh panty/thong that covered her pussy but let the camera shoot her bare hips and ass. I would be wearing a flesh-colored sock on my cock and balls. Nothing else so we can get those ass shots, and keep showing off that body.
But not too much, we have to be constantly mindful of the angles so that everything is covered up. If it wasn’t, some guy in post has to blur or shadow it so you can’t see it. Nothing more unsexy than the guy carrying the girl to bed for passionate, toe-curling sex than to catch a shot where his dick is gone and replaced by a shadow void or he’s smooth like a Ken doll.
The whole scene involved me carrying Ana to the bedroom, kissing her at the same time, then falling into bed together mid-embrace, (keeping those flesh colored genital coverings close so we don’t have to do too much editing) before rolling around in the bed kissing passionately, with some closeup shots of us kissing and looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then once the blankets had suitably covered certain angles, I was supposed to “put it in” in the scene and she would put on a show. Then I would thrust my hips into her so that the force helped push her into the bed and make her tits jiggle. All so it looked like real, desperate, needy, bed shaking, steamy hot sex between our two characters.
We had shot that scene from beginning to end 76 times. We had an audience of about 20 people making up a skeleton crew for the scene, most of whom were tired and as annoyed with the director as we were.
I was on minimal water for the last 2 days for prep to make my muscle definition pop, and it was making it hard for me not to rip into the director and tell him he was a self righteous pretentious asshole. He kept going on and on about how he wanted more more love, more tenderness, but also animalistic need, mor aggression, more primal heat that bordered on hate-fucking. I literally don’t know how me or Ana are supposed to do all those things, let alone at the same time.
“Come on! Chris!” He said and grabbed my bare bicep while I pulled a robe over my flesh-colored cock sock. “You are a red blooded American man! You have a beautiful woman in front of you! Act like you actually want to be here and actually want to fuck her, for gods sake!”
I bit my tongue, trying not to say anything that would get me fired or drag this out longer than needed. It will come as a total shocker he had far fewer notes for Ana, the beautiful starlet. Although in her case she was equally frustrated because he would just repeat the same basic directions to her that didn’t help and she just wanted to be done with the scene.
“I mean fuck, man! Do we need to get medical over here and check if you actually have a pulse? Your character is about to finally have sex with the woman of his dreams and this is the best you got? I’d hate to see what you’re like with your girlfriends!” He laughed to himself as the crew tried to look busy. “Fucking Christ. Fuck her like you give a shit. Fuck her like you’re in love. Give me PASSION!!! Not this limp-dick fucking like you’re a virgin or a robot. Or, or, or, an old man who can’t fuck his 20 something model girlfriend anymore. You’re an actor. Act like you have a working cock and want to fuck her with it.” He said waving a finger in my face.
I was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of humiliation ritual. Or maybe he was just trying to put me down in front of the beautiful actress he clearly had a thing for or the PA he was trying to fuck. Either way, It was getting really hard to not want to kick him in the balls. I consider myself a professional who always puts in the work, but between being extremely dehydrated and all his badgering I was running out of energy. Thankfully, Ana saved me like the angel she is.
“How about we take 10, me and Chris could use a break and can talk what’s working then we go again.” She suggested
Suddenly my director was all smiles. “I think we could all use a break. Great idea Ana. EVERYONE TAKE 10!” He yelled out. Crew members dispersed to hit up catering or smoke outside the studio.
“Let’s talk in my trailer.” Was all she said as she tightened her robe. I followed her, wondering if it was another case of wanting to vent behind closed doors or work through the scene together. The moment the door was closed she gave me a glass of water, and ignored my protests until I took it and drank the whole thing. The first full glass of water I’d had in almost 3 days. Ana wasn’t a fan of the abusive methods common for glamor shots in the business.
When I finally finished the water, feeling my near-dusty arteries beginning to flood with fresh fluid, she finally told me what she wanted.
“I want you to fuck me for real.” She said as she leaned on the wall. If I’d had any water left in my mouth I would have spit it out.
“What?” I asked, slack-jawed. “Like…… right now?”
“I mean… we could.” She paused, considering it. “I meant I want you to fuck me for real on our next take.”
I was completely speechless. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. We had been in close contact, face to face, practicing and reshooting kissing and running our hands over each other for days. Our almost naked bodies had been forced to simulate sex 76 times. We’d been kissing, rolling around in bed, our hands exploring with different flavors of intimacy, romance, tenderness, need, aggression, passion, and feral animalistic desire all day.
My mind had been focused on the shot, but my dick had clearly been thinking of other things throughout the day. Ana was professional enough not to mention the times when she could feel my hard cock straining against the skin-colored sock prison it had been confined to. She even made an effort to grab water between takes when she could to give me a moment to cool down.
“Look. I know it’s been hard on both of us…” she said biting her lip.
“Not like I can help it.” I said awkwardly.
“Sorry!” She laughed. “Poor choice of words.” She took a deep breath and sat down. “You aren’t the only one who’s been…… getting turned on.” She seemed so composed but her normally professional and cool on-set attitude was faltering.
“We don’t have to talk about- “
“Oh come on. There’s been like, half a dozen shots at least when I could feel myself getting wet and it leaking through these stupid fucking beige pussy pads!” She complained.
I’d felt her sometimes. Despite the fabric. The feeling of her, so close to me, rubbing against me, thrusting in simulated passionate sex had undoubtedly made me hard on multiple occasions.
The only ways we had figured out how to deal with that were to to have my cock hover over her pubic mound and fuck the air between us as I rhythmically thrust my hips against hers in simulated sex. The other method was to have my cock tuck in between her legs as I carried her so it was pointing straight up between us, resting on the fabric covering her lips as I carried her to the bed. Despite the fabric, I could feel her lips holding me, the heat coming from both of us, and the spreading moisture that we were both trying to ignore for the sake of professionalism. Which was really fucking hard when your job was to pretend we were madly in love and wanted to fuck each other’s brains out.
“Are you sure?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. “I mean, in front of all those people?”
“Obviously, we like each other…. And we’ve both been horny all day, ready to go.” She brushed her hair over her cheek and I could see that under all the film makeup for our scene, the tips of her ears were bright red. “So we just do it for real. It’s practically what they want anyways. At least this way we can have some release.” She looked at me nervously.
Part of me wanted to stay professional. Wanted to avoid the risk of being caught and hauled into the studio executive’s office. But I was out of fucks to give, and my aching cock was already half hard beneath my robe.
“Let’s do it.”
We spent the next 5 minutes working out a shorthand with our hands on each other’s bodies so we could talk in the middle of the scene. Pushing with your pointer fingers against the other person’s skin meant ‘keep going’. A slide of the thumb meant ‘right there’. Pressing with the pinky finger meant ‘slow down’. And a sharp pinch meant ‘stop’.
“Let’s fucking do this.” Ana pulled down her flesh-colored strapless thong. and strings of wetness came away from her pussy and the fabric as she stripped the skin adhesive off. She wiped away her hot slickness with the hem of her robe and I saw her ears turn scarlet again. Then she took a box cutter she’d stolen from the set and cut a slit right in the middle of where her pussy was normally resting. Then she fastened it back up and the slit was barely visible.
She handed the box cutter to me and I pulled the cock sock off slightly and cut a hole in the top. Enough that I was hoping it would be able to roll down around to the base of my shaft, but not enough that it would be obvious my head was poking out. As long as I didn’t pull it tight, it seemed to look fine.
I caught Ana staring before I pulled my robe closed.
“Let’s go.” I said finally.
We made our way back to set, the crew members ambling about until they saw the director return, marching towards his chair.
“PLACES PEOPLE!”
Ana and I stood behind a doorway we were supposed to burst through, nervously playing with our robes. Ana took pulled her robe off and her full breasts and pointed nipples greeted me like they had 76 other times that day. Each time she had been breathtaking, but now there was something electric in the air between us.
Ana pushed my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She put her hands on my chest, for the first time not because the scene called for it. She looked up into my eyes and put her hands on my shoulders, ready to brace herself for what came next.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and slip them down to just below her hips. We had practiced this move so many times. But now it felt different. Close. Like foreplay. Intimate.
My fingers gripped the flesh over her hips and sides and launched her up as she made a small jump into the air.
My hands slid down to grip the undersides of her ass as she pulled herself towards me. Once again, we were face to face. Chest to chest, skin against skin. But this time, there was the silence as we both held our breath in anticipation.
Pulling her towards me had been routine. 76 times repeating the same into move before I burst through the door. But this time I could feel the closeness of her pussy, the heat emanating from the tear in the modesty thong. I could feel my still twitching cock straining to break free from the sock, pulsing and growing with each beat of my heart.
Both of us knew we were so close. Just a movement away from making it more than a scene for a film. One thrust away from making it real.
“ACTION!!!”
The card snapped as the camera started rolling.
I kicked the door open, carrying Ana in my arms as we kissed. For once it wasn’t acting, her lips met mine with something beyond the rehearsed need and desire we had been capturing all day. She ran her fingers through my hair and I felt her fingers against my scalp.
*Push*
*Keep going.*
I kicked the door shut and carried her towards the bed as she softly ground herself against me in the air. I could feel her need in my arms, her modesty thong grinding against the fabric covering my rapidly hardening cock as she hid it between us. Each step and every grind I could feel the tease of her bare lips against the underside of my shaft. I had hoped that my erection would have been enough to pull back the fabric of the sock as we made our way to the bed. But only the very end of my tip was exposed to the air.
Ana could feel the lack of contact between us and pulled me closer into a kiss, rubber herself up my length until the space between us was hidden in shadow. She reached down with her hand that was hidden from the camera and reached between us. She grabbed the base of the modesty sock binding my cock and pulled it up over my length until it was completely free and the hot air between us and the skin of her stomach teased my head.
*Push*
*Keep going.*
Finally free, my cock ached to be touched;
To be buried in her warmth after being teased all day. I carried her towards the bed and stopped, lost in another kiss as I the last shreds of my mind tried to remember my marks for the scene.
She kissed me harder, her tongue slipping into my mouth and her hand running through my hair. Her legs gripped me close as her other hand wandered down and grabbed a handful of my asscheek and squeezed.
*This was it*
We broke our kiss and I fell into the bed on top of her, her bare breasts bouncing from the force of our fall. We stopped for a moment, inches from each other. Both of us held our breath as we held onto the moment for a fraction of a second that felt like eternity.
*This was it…*
The feeling of her fingers buried in my hair. The head of my cock poised at her entrance, pulsing with need. The feeling of her squirming against me, her body trying to meet me.
*Push*
*Keep going.*
The set was breathless. 20 people watching us, camera rolling as we went through the dance we had so many times before. But this time was different. We were going to break every boundary right before their eyes. No more pretending.
Ana cupped my face and I felt her thumb caress my cheek.
*Don’t stop*
Instead of angling my hips up so I wouldn’t make contact, I aimed lower. Unseen to the camera, I felt Ana’s hand grasp me and guide me. The feeling of the fabric stopped my cock at her entrance as she tried to guide me to the gap in the intimacy thong. Her last line of protection shattered as she found the opening and the head of my cock teased its way between the rip in the fabric.
The coarse fabric gave way and my head teased her pink folds as we made out in the bed long enough for the camera to gain focus again. Ana guided me lower and I felt her hot slickness coat my tip as she found what we had both been looking for. She gasped, her eyes shot open and gazed into mine mid embrace. For the first time in that bed we truly saw each other, rather than our characters.
I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed forward. My head parted her lips and plunged into her pussy as I buried myself inside her. I let out a sigh of ecstasy as she moaned in my ear. I was completely enveloped in her, feeling her pussy pulse to her pounding heartbeat as I desperately pushed deeper into her.
Her eyes refocused and she kissed me again, thrusting her hips against mine as she ground herself against me. She dragged her nails up my back as I began slowly, desperately pumping in and out of her.
And all around us I could feel their eyes. 20 people were watching us naked in bed. Unaware that we weren’t pretending like the other 76 shots. They didn’t fully understand why this shot was different. Our aching need from a day of being pushed and teased to the limit and finally we couldn’t take it any more.
I was soaked in Ana’s juices as I rhythmically pounded her hips with mine like I had before. The sound of skin hitting skin masked the sound of me pulling myself out of her only to thrust myself back in twice as hard. I didn’t care who was watching. And I was driven wild by the thought that they had no idea they were watching me fuck her brains out as she dragged her fingernails along my back and grabbed my ass.
I reached up and grabbed her bare breast in the middle of a thrust, massaging her chest in front of the camera as I felt the pressure building in my core.
All the while, the camera kept rolling. And 20 people were watching the live performance of a lifetime.
There was nowhere else to go. I couldn’t pull out. I couldn’t shoot my load on her or the bed without it being obvious. But Ana could sense the change.
She reached up and ran her finger behind my ear.
*Don’t stop.*
She had given the signal. But I didn’t need it. Her eyes were begging me to keep going, begging me to let go of everything else and take her as everyone watched in the middle of filming.
The whole day we had been horny and desperate for release. It didn’t take long for either of us to get close.
Her hips bucked against me and her legs wrapped tighter around me as I began fucking her harder and faster. Consumed by need and desperation. I didn’t care about the audience. I didn’t care about the cameras. I was desperate to cum inside Ana and nothing was going to stop me.
My cock swelled with pressure and I could feel the horizon. Ana, hidden from the camera behind my head, suppressed another desperate moan by biting gently into my shoulder, stopping any sound from escaping her lips as she buried her moan into my shoulder and came hard.
I felt her pussy spasm and clench down on me as she ground herself against me, desperate to bury my cock as deep as I possibly could as it shot ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Her body desperately squeezed me as she rode the waves of ecstasy. It stretched on as I kept gently fucking her into the bed as she came down from her orgasm, her pussy milking every drop of me deeper as my cock pulsed inside her.
The whole time, the director and crew watched on, enraptured, as we kissed each other between gasps of air as we caught our breath. And all the while, the lifeless black lens of the camera took in every second of our passionate sex beneath the overhead lights. Every frame etched our every desperate kiss and thrust until we came in each other’s arms into digital film.
“ANNNNNDDDDD CUT!!!” The director called out. “We got our shot!!! THAT WAS FUCKING PERFECT!!!”
I waited until my cock began to slowly stop pulsing inside her pussy before shifting and slowly pulling out. Ana tried to close her legs quickly, but I could see my overflowing cum waiting at her entrance for any change in position. Ana’s movement made my cum begin to drip out of her, over the modesty thong still stuck to her skin and oozing between her legs and onto the bedsheets. The faintest clench of her pussy as my hot cum ran over her lips squeezed even more cum out of her and onto the bed.
She turned quickly but the redness in her ears was beginning to bleed through her smudged makeup as I helped her scoot to the side of the bed where nobody could see my cum dripping out of her.
I grabbed her robe and helped her cover up as she gripped the side of the bed. I covered myself up and used the sleeve of my robe to wipe up my still-warm cum off the sheets.
I couldn’t believe we had actually done it.
I looked over at Ana and tried to help her up off the bed. Her face was screwed up between a mix of ecstasy, relief, shame, and euphoria I had never seen before. Then suddenly, realization.
“I didn’t…….. I didn’t think they’d actually use that shot…….. is that going to be in the film?” She asked nervously.
I looked over to see the director already ordering people around and telling people to call in the rest of the crew to change the set design.
“I think so.” I said carefully. “He loved that take and wants it in the movie.”
“Oh….. oh my god.” She shuddered into my arm. “Everyone who sees this movie is going to see us fucking……. They’re going to see you fill me with cum.” She was practically shaking.
I realized I hadn’t actually thought that they’d use that shot for the final take. I was speechless. There was going to be millions of people watching us. Would they realize? Would they be able to tell? Would we be caught? The feeling filled me with a mixture of exhilaration that sent a shiver down my spine, and terror at being discovered.
Ana gripped my arm tightly, still shaking. Her hair was messy and her makeup was smudged as she looked up at me. As she raised her head, her face was flushed and she bit her lip before breaking into a smile that only I could see as all the people who had just watched and filmed us went back to work.
“That was so……. Fucking… Hot.”