Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Mahender cannot believe his luck. He has hit the mother lode for sure. For years, he has struggled on the fringes of the film industry, such as it is in the Delhi area, simply because he has no connections to go to Mumbai, and has been waiting for his chance to make it big.


This slut is going to be his ticket, he decides. 

There isn’t much by the way of hardcore BDSM type movies in India, not good quality anyway, and he has an idea that this slut might form the kernel of his new enterprise. He might be able to raise some money, but he feels the imperative to strike out on his own. 

As soon as possible. 

He goes over the list of people who might be willing to lend him money, perhaps go into partnership with him. He, Mahender, would bring the talent and the know how, and the other partners would bring the money. That way if, in the unlikely event things went south, he would not be left holding the bag. They would all lose. 

But that wouldn’t happen. 

Not with this kind of talent available to him. 

Not with this Swati madam. 

The woman is exquisite. Her body is perfect, her attitude is perfect, and her approach to sex, any kind of sex, is also perfect. There is no question in his mind that she is a porn star born. 

In fact, after the first few fucks, he went easy on her, not wanting to mark her in any way or ruin the talent.

How old was she? Perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties? That was fine. She could work for at least five years, maybe more, now that there was a trend with older women in porn. 

The very thought of her makes his dick rise again. It must be the fifth or sixth time this night, and that is a record for him. He needs to calm the fuck down and get some sleep if he is to make his shift at ten in the morning. 

He has big plans to shoot several hardcore movies with the best talent he can find, and this woman would be the jewel in the crown. 

Once his OTP platform is established, more and better talent would flock to him. This was India after all, a land of over a billion people, and the income potential was unimaginable. 

He tries to breathe regularly, smoothly, hoping sleep will come, but it doesn’t. 

Ideas crowd his mind. He has several scripts he has worked on. They can only loosely be termed scripts, but they are situations where a man and woman might find themselves, have a few lines of dialog before they settle down to some hardcore action. 

The scenes are no more than a page long, but he has realized in his career, that people like a little story before the main action starts, and it lends some authenticity to what the movies are. 

There would be lesbian stories, regular boy-girl scenes, multiple men with one woman like it had been upstairs. His mind wanders to the lesbian scene. He’d seen Swati and Paro make out, and he thinks that could be a winner. Perhaps if he replaced Paro with someone with better looks?

He is no Ashutosh Gawarikar. 

He of all people knows that, but who knows, in a decade or two, porn could become mainstream. 

High class porn like what he intends to shoot, of course, not the low budget, low class, cheap shit that floats about on the internet these days. 

He has some footage on his phone that he will edit, enhance and finalize. 

Why, this might be the start of his OTT platform. He can already see the name on the banner, “Mahender Adult Films Release.” 

He could release footage of Swati as a teaser before the viewer is blocked by a paywall. Furthermore, he has only the foggiest idea of how to set these things up. 

He will ask the IT guy, Inder about how to set it up. It might be better to have the servers in a different country where the government wouldn’t or couldn’t interfere. Yeah, that was the way to go. 

Tomorrow, today actually, he thinks, the sounds of intense fucking finally settling down to silence upstairs, he will talk with Prakash and Nawaz and see how he can get the woman alone and talk to her. She seems to be the rarest of the rare type—doing this kind of thing just for the love of it. He had been taken aback because while he’d heard stories of such women, he had never actually seen one. 

He goes over all her positive points; she has a fantastic figure, large natural breasts, and the ability to take cock in every hole. Plus, she can squirt. 

During the night, when she had been writhing on the floor after a particularly brutal fuck, Mahender had inserted two fingers into her cunt and vigorously massaged her G spot until she squirted in his face. Squirting is not common, but it is huge in porn. 

He gets another idea. He can sell the films directly to the big porn producers. Breakers, or Find Your Kink, and he could make mega bucks on that kind of a deal. 

He needs to talk to one of the guys in his porn job, someone who might know how to get this done. He thinks he knows just the guy. Perhaps they could go in as partners?

He will get Swati’s number and text her, and go from there. He thinks he will send her a sexy image of herself, one of the many he has saved on his phone. 

And that’s his last thought as sleep finally takes him.