Episode 18
There are a few references to a production called «I Come from Kama Sutra country» here, which is the actual name of one of Priya Rai’s 2009 movies. I brought it into this story by adapting the basic premise and replaced the male actor with our two heroes. I found it much funnier to play on the cultural aspects that way.
Codes: cons, MF, MFF, flexibility, exoticism
Starring: Freida Pinto, Priya Rai
This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.
This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum- Aerosmith
July 2009Here’s a story you’ve heard many times before: A foreign-based movie scores big and launches the careers of foreign actors. Like vultures circling around wounded animals, American investors are quick to act and persuade said actors to star in American productions. That’s the background for the following escapade.
The movie in question was Oscar winner
Slumdog Millionaire. Interest for Indian cinema had existed decades prior, but this movie made people go fucking loco. The sudden praise from American studios was a hypocrisy many didn’t want to speak too loud about, but with the general snobbery and jingoism persuading throughout the system it took extraordinary events to make a change. International awards and studio pressure were sometimes required to break down the barriers, Slumdog’s victory-parade was such an event.
You may recall my adventure with Aishwarya Rai in India some years ago. This time I got to do the opposite. One of the Indian stars from Danny Boyle’s movie was being shipped overseas and was going to meet me in LA - Freida Pinto.
As far as my company were concerned, for the time being they wanted me to take care of any Asian «export» that was thrown out way like I was some sort of ambassador welcoming Asian film stars to American markets. Don’t believe me? Just weeks before this event, I overheard conversations between studio douchebags speaking about my engagement at StarGazer. Some of the things I heard were:
«Visits from Asia? Get StarGazer on the line! That Taylor guy over there is a total weaboo and Asian film expert, probably a PHD graduate focused on Bollywood cinema and desslike. He speaks any Asian language you can think of and have no problems communicating with these actors. »
That latter part was bullshit of course. I’m not much of a language guy. I know some general phrases of Japanese politeness, a few tricks on how to contact prostitutes in Chinese, and barely a kindergarten level of Thai. Apart from that I’m as green as they come. The reason I was made into some sort of foreign exchange expert, I think had more to do with my interest in Asian cinema. At the time I must’ve had one of the biggest collections of Asian movies north of equator, and I had a talent for using this as a gateway to make newcomers comfortable without being too upfront and authoritative as a studio-presence. If someone needed a chat about the upcoming Wong Kar Wai films, the brilliance of Takeshi Kitano and the frankness of Kinji Fukasaku I was the right man to call.
The task of getting Freida Pinto to Hollywood was part studio pressure and part her own initiative. Unlike the case with Aishwarya Rai, the globalized market had slowly opened doors for foreigners. Getting deals with US studios was far easier now, and you didn’t need secret deals like the one me and Greg got, to «convince» us. Consequently, Freida didn’t have to sleep her way to the US.
I first met her one summer day in 2009. She didn’t give off the glamorous superstar-vibe like Aishwarya, but her casual outfit camouflaged her otherworldly beauty. A real Indian heartbreaker. The next couple of days I had the opportunity to meet up with her on several occasions. It was no more than a guided trip to the most important destinations in the city, but it’s common courtesy to show newcomers around. Give them a warm welcome and they’re more likely to stay.
Freida took us all by storm. She felt like she was born to do this - not afraid of asking questions and not afraid to voice her own opinion. A newcomer perhaps, but not a novice. She was fresh, but thanks to her experience from Slumdog Millionaire she was far from unfamiliar with how film studios work. She was very eager to learn about the American system, so Simon and Greg jokingly suggested I took her on a gun course.
Then Freida came with a suggestion herself. She wanted to get in touch with Indians with experience in American filmmaking. That posed some challenge, because at that time there were few successful Indian actors and directors working in Hollywood. M. Night Shyamalan was my first choice, but he was busy doing
The Last Airbender at the time. We needed someone else.
That was when I received a special invitation through mail. Confirming with Greta, she had gotten the same message.
«Miss Anjali? »
«That’s the name, yes. Simon confirmed this, as he was the one who fast forwarded it. »
«If he’s fine with it, so am I. I’ll make a few calls so we can go visit her tomorrow. Still, there’s something fishy about this…»
«Yes? »
«Anjali? Is that her whole name? I can’t say that ring any bells. She’s an actress, right? »
«According to Simon, yes. She’s made some profitable movies lately, although I heard it was more of a niche market. You should ask him for details. »
«He’s out this week, but It’ll be fine. If she’s an actress she’s likely to give Freida the input she want. »
***
I picked up Freida at her hotel the next day, and she looked stunning - a white sweater and dark jeans, with a murky green blazer.
Asking for more information to what this Anjali woman was on about, I received it right before I drove to pick up Freida. The address was up in San Fernando Valley so it would be a short trip. Apart from that, the message didn’t give away much of anything really. It was just a confirmation that she was indeed an actress, along with the title of one of her new movies in production. The title made me frown more than I thought was humanly possible, but I didn’t want to reveal it to Freida before she asked about it. She immediately went into hysterics.
«I come from Kama Sutra country»!? What in the world? »
«Yeah, I admit it seems a bit odd. »
«Who in the right mind would make a movie with that title? » She put her face in her hands, unsuccessfully trying to hold back her laughter.
«If I should take a wild guess, I believe it’s some sort of commentary on stereotypes. Remember what we discussed earlier about what’s typical American? Foreigners associate us with hamburgers, the second amendment, hip-hop and so on. Look elsewhere and it’s all the same… Germans eat sauerkraut and dress in lederhosen, and all Swedes are blonde and listen to ABBA. Kama Sutra happens to be one of the most well-known cultural exports from India, like it or not. I assume that’s where the title originates from. »
«Yeah, I guess that’s it. » Freida said, still trying to calm down. «Then it would make sense they use a title so laughably stereotypical. Like all Indians are experts in sexual arts… »
«You’re saying they aren’t? » I joked. Freida scoffed.
«India wouldn’t have a population of over one billion if people didn’t know how to do it. Modern times have proven we’ve got other things to offer than some ancient sex manual though. »
«This is where movies like
Slumdog Millionaire comes into play obviously. »
«True, but the critical response wasn’t all positive. Some of my countrymen were angered by it. »
«So I heard. »
«At worst it makes India look like a criminal hellhole, so Boyle had to deal with lots of criticism. »
«American movies run into the same trouble, except many people agree with the portrayal. Especially when movies about bad things are concentrated around Florida or Appalachia. »
«Oh! » Freida said amused.
«Like the USA itself, various states are concentrated around their stereotypes. You won’t see cop thrillers from North Dakota for example. »
«California gets the disaster flicks, right? »
«Of course. Along with NY, we’re the only place people want to see demolished. »
We both laughed.
***
Arriving outside our designated address we studied the house. A tiled pathway led up to the building.
«Shall we go? » I asked Freida.
«Yes, I’m eager to meet this Anjali woman. Whoever she is, she must have a lot to talk about. »
«Listen, I have some trouble confirming what kind of actor she really is. Would it be okay even if she’s an independent actress? And even if she only makes documentaries? »
«I’m fine with it. Movies are movies. »
Moving up to the front door I pressed the doorbell. After a few seconds a short and compact figure opened to us.
«Yes? »
The woman was an incredibly sensual sight. And very Indian if you wanted to see Indian culture through exotified glasses. She wore a red saree, showing off a ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her breasts were of such impressive magnitude even Freida couldn’t take her eyes off them. She seemed to be in her early thirties, perhaps a few years younger than me.
«Um, hello? Are you miss Anjali? » I tried.
«That I am. And you are the people that contacted me yesterday? »
«We are. »
I immediately thought something was off about this. The woman seemed familiar somehow. Had I seen her before? Freida also must’ve sensed something was amiss. While lovely, her overdone sexuality felt less like a commentary on stereotypes. More of a parody really. I was struggling to take my eyes away from her cleavage because this woman was the very definition of buxom.
«Listen, miss Anjali…»
«Please, call me Priya. »
«Oh, okay! Priya, as you probably understand, we contacted you because we wanted to have a chat with someone with an Indian background versed in American movies. »
«And you want to participate in our movie as well maybe? » she said with far too much innuendo.
«Er… I don’t think we expected an audition. Do we Freida? »
«Haha, no, we’re only here to talk about experiences. » Freida said bashfully. «We were told you had an upcoming movie in the making, yes? »
«That’s right! Why don’t you both come inside? »
***
The house seemed less like a private home, more of an apartment that was rented out to provide as a movie studio. It wasn’t an unfamiliar concept. I you can’t afford a studio; you use what you have in handy. Someone’s got a house? Viola, you’ve got yourself a miniature movie set.
There were already a few cameras set up inside the living room, along with sound equipment. It was definitely a low-budget production in the making. A documentary perhaps? Freida already seemed interested, and I couldn’t help thinking she was intimidated by this ridiculously voluptuous woman in traditional Indian garb.
«We can just sit down like this? » I asked as I tried hard to decide which chair to use.
«Go ahead. The filming isn’t going to start before three. That should leave us a couple of hours. I was just rehearsing my costumes when you came. Looks great, doesn’t it? »
«Absolutely, that’s an amazing saree. » Freida said. «It’s part of the film, right? To create the right Indian atmosphere? »
«Oh yeah! Can’t do Kama Sutra without looking the part! » she laughed and did a sensual twirl before us, sending a red veil flying around her. She really had a body to die for. Freida seemed positively flat-chested in comparison and looked like she was a bit taken aback, although there was definitely some excitement in her face.
«It’s an original dress, or…» Freida asked.
«I dunno. I just requested something that looked as Indian as possible. » she laughed heartily.
«And how much did it cost? That’s some exclusive wear for what I assume is an independent movie. »
«Eh, I don’t pay for this. As long as it looks good on me, and the director is satisfied I’m fine with it. Anyways… It’s not that important. The clothes are going to be shed quite fast after all. »
«M-hm!» Freida nodded, not quite understanding what Priya had implied by that. I was getting suspicious. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman looked familiar. Priya? That name…
«Are we rigging a scene here? » Freida said as she gestured towards the living room where various equipment laid packed in baskets and plastic bags. Some of its content were strewn over the floor.
«Yup! This is for the actors. »
«Makeup to look decent on camera. I see. »
«Yes, and cleanups and wipes. Everybody needs to clean up afterwards. »
«Yeah, overheated studio lamps and lights can be a hassle. » Freida admitted.
«Mmmm, it sure can. » Priya said as she looked at Freida like a botanist studying a pretty flower. There was a sense of naught in her voice and her gaze was hungry as she wanted to eat the younger woman before her. «I’d really like to have you onboard too. »
«I’m flattered miss Priya. But I’m just a newcomer in the US. I need to learn how the system works first. » Freida said flustered.
«You would look absolutely splendid on camera dear. I’m sure you would. Besides, it’s lonely being the only Indian in this business. At least in America. »
Freida looked surprised.
«Are you sure about that? I mean, we wanted to talk to you because you have experience, but surely… There’s got to be a few more? »
«Not that I’m aware of. When I started out last year it was something of a sensation since I was the first Indian who went all the way. »
Some of my suspicions were getting confirmed. Could it really be…
«But aren’t there other actors of Indian heritage in this city? I’m certain there were. If I was to start acting now…» Freida began.
«Oh, so you ARE getting into the business!? How absolutely LOVELY! » Priya squealed, causing Freida to frown, an unsure smile on her face.
«Well, of course. I’m an actress. »
«I understand, I understand. I only thought you were only one of those boring mainstream ones! Mmmm, I’m so looking forward to see that body of yours on display! » Priya clapped her hands excitedly.
«Uuuuh… Yes… Well… Eh…» Freida’s face was the definition of confusion now. She turned to me. «Something must be wrong here Alex! »
I agreed with her, but was unsure how to proceed.
«Hmm… maybe we should let Priya talk about her job as an actress - specifically the movie she’s shooting today? I think we need to clarify a few things here Priya. »
«Oooooooh, you know! » Priya said in an jolly voice. «The story is quite simple really. I sit here minding my own business, reading a book when a handsome salesman knocks on my door. Letting him inside I decide to teach him about the joys of Kama Sutra and we both end up in a bundle here on the floor. I think I have about ten different positions in this one. That’s a personal record! »
«Various positions, I don’t understand…» Freida’s eyes widened in disbelief.
«Well, having sex on camera is far more interesting if you do variations! Obviously, no-one wants to see missionary positions on film! »
The last piece of the puzzle fell into place. I recognized the name now. Priya Rai - former model gone pornstar.
Great, so we had walked into an actual porn shot!? The ridiculousness of that movie-title should’ve been the first red flag. Priya’s outrageous outfit should’ve been the second. I considered taking Freida outside immediately and explain everything to her in the car on our way back, but I needed to thread carefully now, or else I had a feeling Freida would get royally pissed off and turn her back on American cinema for good.
«What? What is this about? » Freida asked bewildered, probably considering the possibility this was all a joke.
«It means she’s doing her job as a sex worker. » I said, trying not to sound offensive neither to her nor Priya. «I believe she’s starring in a few movies… The kind few admit to watching. »
«You don’t mean to tell me that…»
«It’s a porn shot in the making. We walked straight into it. If Priya here could confirm it…»
«I prefer to call it «adult entertainment» Priya said smiling.
«You’ve got to be kidding me. » Freida said, eyes widened even further, a silly grin on her face.
«I’m sorry, but I think someone have played a prank on us Freida. » I said, trying to get on the defensive. It certainly seemed like a setup.
Fuck me! This was one of Simon’s legendary jokes. He was no doubt laughing his ass off somewhere. Lately he had taunted me with promises of making me star in a porn movie and it looked like he had finally gotten his wish. Well played Simon.
«Someone sent us here to interview a porn star? »
«Hey, you’re mainstream after all? That’s disappointing, but I’m still sure we could get some fun out of this. » Priya said like nothing unusual was happening.
«No! I’m… I’m not having it! » Freida said, laughter in her voice.
«Why? Don’t be shy. » Priya said nonchalantly. She seemed genuinely amused by our misunderstanding.
«I’m sorry miss Rai, but I wasn’t informed about this. I have no problems with sexuality, but… This is a bit too much. »
«What is too much? »
«This… I mean… I’m not against love scenes and such, but to actually have sex in front of the camera? I’m sorry, but that’s a bit too far outside my line of experience. »
«Oh, come ooooon. You could learn a thing or two by reaching outside your safety zone you know. »
«I know… I’m just… I’m just not sure if your experiences would be what I’m after miss Priya. No offense or anything. »
I didn’t know what to say in this situation. Priya and Freida seemed to handle the dispute well enough themselves. At least none of them were angry.
«Listen, I’m not forcing you to participate or anything. » Priya laughed. If you are still cool with an interview I am all yours. »
Freida hesitated for a moment. She seemed to consider her offer, although she began putting her blazer back on. Priya however hadn’t given up on us yet.
«You wanted to hear about my experiences in American movies, right? Our paths might be different, but film is film. Our business has to abide by many of the same rules as major film studios. The acting may not be the kind that win Oscars, but directing, editing and preparations can be interesting, sex or not, wouldn’t you say? »
Freida seemed a bit intrigued. At least she stopped buttoning up her blazer.
«Come on, it will be fun! »
«Uh, I don’t know about this…»
«Hey! I know what to do. We’ll simply rearrange the plans… »
«Thanks for the initiative Priya, » I said, trying to protect Freida’s dignity, «but I don’t know if... »
«No, no, no! Listen… I’ll simply call off the shoot today and reschedule it for tomorrow. I’m the star. It’s in my power to do so. » Priya said.
Freida was considering her offer. «But… will it be alright for everyone involved? »
«Of course. «Come on now, this will be fun for me too. I think it’s nice to clarify some misconceptions about my industry. »
«Hmmm. »
«It’s all right if you want to leave Freida. Like I said, I think someone is playing a prank on us, and we don’t need to be here. » I said diplomatically.
«But wouldn’t it be fun for her to see THIS part of America as well? » Priya insisted.
«I think I’ll let my client have the final word as she insisted on this meeting in the first place. » I gave in. «What do you say Freida? »
Freida stood there, a thousand questions on her mind by the look of her.
«Okay. »
«You’re cool with this? »
«I am. »
«Lovely! » Priya clapped her hands.
«If you have second thoughts Freida… »
«No, I guess… I guess she’s right. I am quite unfamiliar with this part of the industry, even though I’ve heard it’s related to Hollywood in all sorts of ways. » she admitted.
«Very well. »
«Settle down friends. I’ll go find some snacks. »
It was a bit weird considering the circumstances, but although I’m sure she felt awkward about this, at least Freida seemed comfortable as she sat down again.
***
Priya had been to the kitchen and gotten the two of us some refreshments. Freida was handling a small audio recorder while I had taken a seat in one of the low cushions a few feet away from them. I could only assume this was where the director sat during the shot.
Settling down on an intricately decorated carpet, the two women faced each other. Had we been outside they would’ve looked like they were having a picknick.
«Okay, here goes nothing. » Freida said under her breath. She looked comfortable, although part of me was convinced she had decided to go through with this just because she didn’t want to seem rude.
From where I sat, the scene was totally out of this world - an up-and-coming Bollywood actress interviewing a sexy Hindu goddess.
«Just ask away! Like I said… It’s cool to have a regular interview for a change. And not something overly sexual. » Priya laughed.
Easy for her to say! She oozed sexuality. Any man would’ve had trouble walking straight around her.
«Okay, so you’re obviously a porn… Uh, an adult actress... » Freida corrected herself. «So when did you start out in this job? »
«Last year when I did the transition from regular nude modeling. It was a decision that turned off some fans at first, but I think I’ve won them back by now. And I’ve gathered others. »
«Were you having second thoughts about this change of career? »
«None, it was simply an opportunity that arose at the right time. I have always liked to break boundaries and shock people. Besides, porn pays more. A girls’ got to feed her family right? »
«You have a family? »
«Sure have. A son and a daughter. »
«Oh…» Freida said, surprised to hear an adult actress were living a normal life. «Um, so… I mean… there must be some good things about the business then? »
«Too many to count. The sexual liberation, the people in front of and behind the camera, the cash, the travels. » she droned on. «It was a lifestyle I was prepared for, and after I got into it, I never looked back. Think about it girl! You get paid to fuck handsome men. Who wouldn’t want that? »
Freida made a grimace that could mean everything or nothing.
«Sounds awesome, right? » Priya teased.
«I…! » Freida seemed genuinely curious. «I guess I’m curious how one can base a whole industry on sex. »
«Sex, of course, is what everyone wants, and everyone try to get. It’s part of human nature. No reason to deny one’s own sexuality. »
«And what about the image of porn - the art of making sex seem unbelievable and unnatural? »
«You’re talking about porn’s relation to real sex? »
«Yes, because that’s… Isn’t that one main criticism against the adult industry? That it gives consumers a false image of what sex really is? »
«That’s the fantasy part of it. If I want to do an upside-down 69, I’ll do it, but I’m not asking my audience to follow. » Priya laughed.
«That’s true, I guess. » Freida laughed nervously. Her hands moving around on the carped aimlessly.
«I treat porn like a performance. It’s a form of theatre that happens to be titillating for a large audience. »
«Ah, okay... »
«Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about these things yourself. » Priya dared.
«Uh, I don’t know about that…»
Did I imagine things? Freida wasn’t distraught at all by Priya’s dirty admissions, but instead seemed turned on. She was breathing heavier, and her hand trailed over her chest. This woman was definitely getting to her.
«And the moral aspects… Um… I mean, if you’re an adult actress… is it possible to get lulled into false security and forced to do things you don’t agree with? »
«No. I have full control over what I do. If the director’s a dick, I’ll be the first one calling him out. »
«And you don’t think it makes regular sex boring for you? »
«That’s another benefit. Porn is a great way to explore your own sexuality. If things get boring, I do something about it and ask the director to arrange for something more exciting. »
«Like what? » Freida asked a bit too curious.
«Oh, all sorts of things. If I can fuck six girls at the same time, why the hell not? » she laughed out loud.
«Uh, no doubt… » Freida sighed. Once again, her breathing had intensified. She was losing focus. Priya noticed it too and smiled knowingly, not letting Freida’s growing arousal get in the way of her answers and confessions.
«And the industry is open for all sorts of improv. No-one cares if you want girls, if you want two guys at the same time or any other sort of combo. »
«I understand. That’s a… That’s really kinky... » Freida said dreamily. Her hand clung to her chest, as if she tried to stop her heart from racing too fast.
«… there are SO many companies you can choose from. Kinda like the Hollywood studio system, right? » she motioned for Freida to take the initiative, but Freida was nearly gone.
«M-hm… »
«And then of course, there’s the power aspect. I love the power my movies give me over those who watch me. »
«Watcing.... Um, excuse me? What did you say? » Freida said as if she had been awakened from a dream.
Priya laughed. «I said I love the power my movies give me over my watchers. A face full of cum have an immense effect on men and women alike. »
«God... yes… »
«And these of course. I love how much power they give me over men, and women also. » she gripped her fat boobs and shook them sideways in her saree. Freida looked like she was hypnotized by their movements.
My hard-on was growing painfully fast. I hadn’t noticed it before now, but it was like I was enthralled by Priya’s voice. I got the feeling she used her dirty confessions to control people - making them obey like puppets on strings. It certainly seemed like that because Freida was asking questions like a robot - like she no longer was in control of herself.
«They sure are… big. » Freida admitted, not taking her eyes off them.
«Oh yes. Any man I know love to do fun things with them. »
«What kind…»
«What? »
«What kind of fun? » Freida said as her hand slid down between her legs.
«Well, for one thing, they’re a great pair for tittyfucking. God, I think every single one of them want to do that. Furthermore, I love how they’re a perfect target to receive a load plastered all over them. It’s a wonderful sensation - the feeling of cum dripping down between them and over my belly.
«Ah…»
«That’s also a large part of the exhibitionist aspect. »
«Wh…what is that? »
«The joy of being watched silly. Thousands of men watching me home on their computers, jacking off to me… »
«…Hhhh! » Freida’s gaze became unfocused like she was orgasming there on the floor.
«…that’s so hot girl. Oh, God! The mere thought of it makes me wet. That’s the exhibitionist thing. »
«U-huh! »
«And it’s not just men watching me of course. The thought of women watching me and wanting to be like me is an even bigger turn-on. Women wishing to do what I do, and be as dirty and nasty as me! »
«Mnnnnnh! »
Freida’s hand had moved down into her pants where she was fingering herself. Heavy breathing was now accompanied by light moans. I think she didn’t even notice this, as if Priya had hypnotized her and enslaved her will.
«Anyways, I think it’s about time we take a break. Otherwise, someone might get soaked. » Priya snickered.
I vaguely heard Priya’s words because by then I had my cock in my hand and jerked it furiously. When did that happen?
«So, Freida, tell me… » Priya began, totally ignoring her handy actions. «You think there are similarities between porn and the sort of acting you do? »
Freida didn’t immediately answer, but she must have registered Priya’s question. At least she stopped masturbating herself and snapped back to reality. Looking like she would self-destruct from sheer embarrassment after what she had been caught doing, she looked around confused.
«Huh, I… I don’t know… What to say…»
«Oh, I’m sure you know what to say. » Priya giggled. «You’re an actress. You’re used to people watching you. Would you say there are similarities between mainstream acting and porn? »
«I guess… » she said like she was high on anesthesia.
«M-hm. And since you agree porn is pretty much like mainstream acting, would you mind joining me for a session? »
This was Priya’s most direct attack so far. Well timed and tactical.
«I shouldn’t… » Freida half-whispered, half-moaned.
«Your body doesn’t lie. It would very much like to participate in some deliciously dirty stuff. » Priya mused seductively and moved closer to her. Planting her hand understandingly on Freida’s shoulder as she leaned in closer.
«Uuuuhhhh. »
«You’re Indian like me. You understand the reputation us girls have to live up to, don’t you? »
«Nnnnnhhhhh! »
Freida no longer seemed fully conscious. Her lips were parted, eyes were half-closed and her head swayed as if she was seconds away from fainting.
Priya grabbed her by her shoulders, but not because she was afraid she would fall over. Instead, she shifted her hands to her face, holding her still as she moved in for a kiss. It was a swift peck on her lips, but Priya had made her intent clear. Pulling her head back she smiled serenely as she anticipated Freida’s reaction.
It was at this moment I seriously wondered if Priya truly had magic powers and supernatural abilities to sway people to her will. Or maybe the naughty details Priya had admitted was too much for Freida to handle? No matter the reason, she showed no signs of resistance as she met the older woman’s lips with her own. The kiss was longer and more passionate this time. Long enough for my pants to hit the floor.
«Mmm! I knew you were a feisty one. » Priya said as Freida finally broke free. With those words she wrapped her arms around Freida’s neck and began making out with her. Freida mirrored the older woman and slung her arms around her.
There was no innocent kiss this time. Only uncontrollable and sloppy Frenching. After lip-locking for a few seconds, they opened up and snogged with tongues on full display – entwining in a wet and slimy dance.
Freida’s hands grew restless. In a few seconds she were all over Priya’s massive tits, mashing and squeezing them. Priya loved how this younger actress gave in to lust and egged her on.
«Mmmmmmmmm, you love these giant porno-jugs of mine don’t you!? Prissy little bitch would love to motorboat these giant tits, hmm? You’d like dat huh? »
There was a low mumbling from Freida which sounded more like a plea. Yes, she definitely would. In a second, she had shoved her entire face down Priya’s love-cradle.
«Ooooooooooooooohhhhh, motorboat those tits! » Priya cooed as her head shoot backwards.
I could hardly believe my eyes. What transpired was something straight out of a fantasy. In a few minutes Freida Pinto had gone from a polite conversation to feasting on a pair of massive pornstar tits. The sight only got better as Priya unfastened the top of her saree and unleashed her melons in the face of the younger Indian. Freida reacted with a starved mewling sound and doubled her efforts.
I was spellbound. In fact, I didn’t notice my dick was in my hand before Priya turned and met my hungry gaze, ignoring the woman between her breasts.
«Mmmm! You have a great joystick between your legs mister. Why don’t you come over here and let us give it a ride? »
My slacks were already down on the floor as she spoke to me, and then it was like my clothes vaporized and disappeared. Given the circumstances it felt only natural, and the girls surely didn’t mind.
«You get your kit off too. » Priya told the young woman with her face still buried between her tits. «Modesty has no place on a movie-set, and I want to have a look at that sexy body of yours. »
Freida acted like in a trance. She backed away from Priya as she feverishly began removing her clothing – acting in a desperate need to get naked. Pulling off her sweater, she kneeled on the floor in her red bra as she began messing with her belt. She moved fast, but clumsily, as if she had forgotten how to undress.
Priya had no such problems. Her saree was made to be shed like a drape uncovering a piece of art. Already topless, she made sure we saw her removing the rest of her outfit – letting her saree and veil fall to the floor, exposing her body to us. Freida literally cried out in joy as Priya stood there naked. Her entire body was a sinful wonderland, sculpted to pornographic perfection.
«Freida will get her turn, but I’ll go first. Ooooo! You should’ve been in the business with that big fat schlong. » Priya cooed lustfully as I came over to her with my dick in my hand.
By then I was in her powers as much as Freida. Laying down on the floor seemed rough, but we didn’t need any bed or furniture. The carpet was good enough for the three of us.
Moving over me, Priya elegantly displayed her body as she settled in a reverse-cowgirl. Grabbing my engorged dick to make sure it found its way inside her right hole, her tight grip on my unit told me she was more than experienced in this business, and she didn’t waste her time. It took her a second for her to impale herself, and another second to start riding me. In moments she had reached a ferocity that would be deemed unhealthy and risky for unexperienced lovers.
«Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, YES! Fuck me with that big dick, yes! YES! YEEEESSS! »
She wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it, but why should she? Priya had readied herself for porno-movie sex, and now she regarded me and Freida as her co-stars and acted out like we were part of the movie. None of us were in any position to turn her down.
Priya thrashed her hips with amazing force – moving up and down with such force I decided it was best I laid still and let the sex goddess do all the work on me. Watching that massive rump cascade each time she hit me was a sight to behold, and I was in awe how she made all the right muscles tense at the precisely right moments. I guess when you’re an certified expert at sex you can do these sort of things.
Freida kneeled before her and moaned uncontrollably as she watched Priya’s large tits bounce and slap together. She had shed the last remains of her clothes which were now strewn around on the floor. Totally naked, she let her hands fly all over her body – kneading her own tits and squelching away with her hand between her legs.
«Oooooooo, it seems miss “serious actress” is ready to get dirty as well! » Priya said as she stopped her movements and leaned back over me. «Well, don’t wait. Dive in bitch! » With those words Priya spread herself wide open.
Holding her legs in such a stance was a feat for cameras and dirty magazines, but it gave Freida the perfect opportunity to move in and lick us both at the same time. Priya didn’t even have to give her commands. Freida was down on all fours and crawled towards us before we even knew it. With her ass in the air, she slithered her tongue up and down my dick as I tried my best to plow the woman lying on top of me. Priya loved the attention and responded with dialogue straight out of the movie she had scheduled that day.
«EEEEEEEEEEHHH! LICK MY CUNNY! YEEEEEEESSSSSSS! »
Priya writhed on top of me, but the position was too good to give up. I didn’t mind the feeling of Priya’s hot body, and certainly not the feeling of Freida’s eager tongue pleasuring the both of us simultaneously.
If you’re familiar with Priya’s movies you know she’s incredibly wet, and a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the art of squirting. Right then it seemed like she was in a near constant state of orgasm. I’m sure this was part “acting”, but she certainly lived up to at least some of her reputation, something Freida experienced. Priya went off with inhuman screams of pleasure as she splattered the woman before her. When we rearranged the position a few minutes later, Freida’s face was completely soaked in Priya’s lovejuices, her hair matted to her face in ropes.
I had held myself impressively so far, but we had just started.
Priya had moved off me and held Freida’s naked body in her arms as she licked her face clean. Their tits looked great squished together. Freida was meeting Priya’s tongue with more vigor now and seemed more conscious about her actions. I watched as she mumbled a few Indian words to her companion, which made Priya grin.
«This flat-chested slut wants to hop on your dick as well. She can’t control her urges now that she’s seen us. Shall we give her a chance to show how Indian women pleasure a man? »
«I’d hate to turn down such an invitation. » I smiled.
Freida said nothing. Panting like a bitch in heat, her legs were shaking in desire as she got up and moved towards me. Priya put an arm around her waist as she led her forward.
I used their repositioning to study the differences between their luscious Indian bodies. Freida was slightly more light-skinned and considerably less developed - still holding on to some of her youth as she wasn’t nearly as developed in the hip and ass department as Priya. Her b-cup tits seemed small compared to Priya’s gargantuan jugs which gave off a jiggle with each step. She was nonetheless a supple specimen which made a beautiful contrast to Priya’s voluptuous body. While the age difference wasn’t that great, they looked like mother and daughter as Priya guided Freida towards me.
«Now, you be a good girl and give your man the ride of his life! »
Freida obeyed with a horny gasp - bowing her legs and straddling me in a regular cowgirl. Priya kept holding on to her waist, making sure the younger woman didn’t immediately crash down on me whilst Freida feed more and more of my dick into herself as she slowly moved up and down. Their exotic show was immensely erotic – watching the older woman preparing Freida like part of some ancient sex ceremony.
Finally, Priya released her arm from Freida’s waist and let her crash downward - making us both cry out in pleasure as I felt my dick rocket deep into her. Freida immediately began lifting herself up and down. She wasn’t as energic as Priya, but experienced enough to leave a mark as she tossed her hips.
From the setup I think both me and Priya had assumed Freida would be completely submissive, but she quickly proved us wrong. Hellbent on showing she was on par with her pornstar companion, she gripped her left leg under her knee and began bending it upwards. She did this as she continued to use her right leg to bounce on me.
Watching us, Priya cooed as Freida contorted her body in a display of amazing flexibility.
«Mmmmm, I knew you had hidden talents the moment I laid my eyes on you. »
Showing gymnastic talents in the world class, Freida raised her left leg further upwards as she rode me. In a few seconds her foot pointed skywards. I could barely believe my eyes as Freida’s body seemed to be made from rubber. Her leg soon bended 180 degrees upwards - lying parallel to her upper body with her foot dangling above her head. Gripping her ankle with both hands, she gasped in uncontrollable excitement as she stared down on me.
«Ooooooooh! Look at this whore go! She’s definitely Kama Sutra material! » Priya squealed excited.
It was true. Freida fucked me in a position taken straight out of a contortionist competition. I placed my hands on her ribcage and lifted her body up and down - helping her keep up a pace that had to be extremely tiring with only one leg to support herself.
Immensely satisfied she had turned Freida Pinto into a rampant slut, Priya didn’t want to be let out of the action. She moved behind the woman bouncing on me and grabbed Freida over my own hands, helping me handle her body while Freida kept her acrobatic position. Her high-pitched gasps and cries were muffled out when Priya moved in on her face and they began violently tonguing each other again.
We held her up like this for about a minute, but I couldn’t believe Freida would be able to hold that amazing pose for much longer. Her face looked like a parody of an orgasm: Her mouth hanging wide open, her eyes bulging, and her hair a tussled mess. Sometime during that fuck-session she came, but her body were so constantly racked with pleasure neither me nor Priya noticed she was close to cumming. We just felt her tense up and saw her eyes roll back into her head. Then she began shaking uncontrollably for a few seconds before her entire body went limp in our arms.
Helping Freida off me, we laid her down on the carpet. She was exhausted after her impressive gymnastics’ session, but Priya wasn’t going to let her rest for long. I hadn’t come yet, so I was happy for her initiative.
«You liked my pussy didn’t you? Since you’re such a cuntlover I’ll give you a free tour, but you better do it good! » Priya cooed as she laid back and spread her legs as far as they would go.
These two women were flexible on a level beyond my wildest dreams. Maybe the stereotype of Indian woman being Kama Sutra experts wasn’t so exaggerated after all? Priya’s open legs gave Freida all the access she wanted. Diving her face between her meaty thighs she dove inside and began suckling on her cuntal lips. This was met with further squealing as Freida dove her tongue inside Priya like an eely snake. I was more interested in Freida’s ass wiggling in the air before me.
It was time to get myself off. Moving behind Freida’s upturned rump, I bended my knees as I entered her. Holding onto her hips I rose up again - lifting her lower body from the ground as I pounded her cunt. Freida looked back at me for a moment, squinting her eyes lustfully as I used her sexy body. With a naughty grin she used the opportunity to show off and threw her legs into a full split like Priya, or at least very close to it. Gasping from her sudden leg-action, I had to shift my hands to keep a better grip on her.
Freida’s ass cascaded before me as I pounded her. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and her face worked overtime between Priya’s wide-open legs. The pornstar shrieked in pleasure as she pulled Freida by her hair - urging her to go deeper.
«AAAAAAaaahhhhhh YEEEEEEEEEESS! Tonguefuck my cunt you Indian fuckslut! EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH! »
Priya’s screams brought me back to the caramel-skinned flesh-fest quivering before me. I got awestruck at what an amazing position we held: Priya Rai split open in a spread eagle, getting her snatch eaten out by Freida Pinto. Freida balanced herself on her elbows while I held her under her thighs as she opened herself in a split as impressive as Priya’s - her legs swaying to her sides as I fucked her snatch. I had no idea what positions Priya’s movie had scripted, but I refused to believe it would contain anything as outrageous as this.
Our Kama Sutra session was heading towards climax. Priya was screaming non-stop and loud slurping sounds and half-chocked whining came from between her legs where Freida ate her out. Holding her up like this was a bit tiring, but I knew we were all pretty close and Priya’s shrieking admissions was what got us all off.
«YEEEEEEESSSS! I’M GONNA CUM! HERE I COME SLUT! GET READY BECAUSE I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! »
Priya came! Like a massive cum-bazooka, her squirting juices blasted Freida in her face as Priya held her by her hair. I seemed like it immediately took her by surprise, as if she didn’t know what was happening, but she quickly caught on to what she had to do and opened her mouth. The massive squirt fountain splashed down her gullet - Freida’s throat working in overdrive trying to swallow Priya’s juices. It was like watching a person attempting to gulp down a tidal wave! It overflowed her mouth in seconds and spurted out her nostrils and all over the carpet.
The sight was so obscene and hot it triggered my own orgasm. Letting myself go I lined her inner walls with my cum, draining my balls deep within Freida’s womb as I held on to her tightly, her legs flailing wildly in the air beside me. For the next few seconds Priya and I filled Freida from both ends. As I let go of her, she collapsed to the floor. Her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth as she laid there panting for several minutes.
Priya handled her orgasm much better. There was a silly grin on her face as she looked at me.
«You had a great time, hah? »
«Oh yes. » I said as I spooned Freida, making sure she was coming down nicely from her latest orgasm.
We sandwiched Freida’s body. Priya caressed her, as if she wanted to make sure she hadn’t overworked her Indian sister in crime.
«You’re a true natural, you know that? » she said with admiration in her voice. «Few girls, even in this industry could strain themselves to the positions you just did. »
Freida’s face was flushed with post-coital exhaustion. Yet, there was pride in her eyes as she met Priya’s smile and began fondling her breasts. Her voice slurred as she finally spoke to us.
«This is… This is nothing... After all… I come from Kama Sutra country! »
***
The next day I assured a curious Greta it had been a “fruitful” meeting, but didn’t go into details. I’m unsure if she ever caught on to what went on.
Simon was gone for the rest of the week. When we met I decided to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, ignoring his seven mile wide grin.
Freida continued to thrive in Hollywood for a few years before heading back to her home country. She would later star in hits like
Immortals and
Rise of the Planet of the Apes, while Priya Rai won stardom as one of the most popular pornstars of her generation.
I didn’t see much of them again, with one huge exception.
A few months later, I got a mail with attached photos. It was an invitation to a reprise of that first encounter. Not something any sane man would turn down.
Going back to the same house, I knocked on the door. Opening up I was met with, not one, but two beauties. Priya and Freida – both clad in full saree and veils like Indian princesses. Their seductive smiles broke into naughty grins as they pulled me in, showing all I ever wanted to know about Vātsyāyana’s teachings.
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