FakeAgentUK Agent wedges fat cock into escorts very tight pussy in casting

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the slightly tainted windows of the dingy studio, casting a soft sheen on the karaoke-style LSD booth. FakeAgentUK, a portly bloke in his 40s with a comb-over that looked like it had been supplied by the leftovers of a bad wig, was seated behind a desk that was just as worn as his leather jacket pretended to be. His potential conquest for the day was Amanda, a fresh-faced 19-year-old with pert breasts and a posterior so plump it could make a priest sin.

Amanda sashayed into the room, her short, red checkered skirt swaying with every step, revealing a crisscross of black thong barely keeping her bountiful bottom in check. Her white blouse, perhaps a size too small, was buttoned just below her Bardot neckline, leaving little to the imagination. Her blue eyes shone with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“I must say, you’re a right little beauty,” FakeAgentUK cooed, his eyes roaming over her nubile body like a predator eyeing its prey. “Now, let’s see how you handle the matching game, shall we?”

Amanda giggled, a sound as melodic as it was innocent. “I’m great at matching, especially when it comes to hands and… mouths,” she replied, licking her lips seductively.

FakeAgentUK felt his cock twitch at the innuendo. “Eager, aren’t we? I like that,” he growled, his bits getting harder by the second. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got under that skirt, shall we?”

Amanda obligingly pulled up her skirt, revealing a pair of wet panties that clung to her like a second skin. “Like what you see?” she purred, rubbing her mound ever so slightly.

FakeAgentUK licked his lips. “Oh, I do, love. I do indeed.” He beckoned her closer with a finger, his other hand already unbuckling his belt. “Bring that juicy bum over here. I need to inspect the goods up close.”

Amanda sauntered over, her hips swaying with each step. She bent over, giving FakeAgentUK a perfect view of her glistening cunny. “Like what you see, big boy?” she asked, her voice dripping with honey.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” FakeAgentUK exclaimed, his cock now fully erect and straining against his trousers. He couldn’t wait to sink his thick, meaty monster into her tight little twat.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, making her dripping wet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name,” he promised, his voice husky with desire.

Amanda moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. “Please, sir,” she begged, “I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up until I’m bursting.”

With a growl, FakeAgentUK pushed her to the ground, his body covering hers. He ripped off his trousers, freeing his thick, veiny cock. It was a monster, at least 10 inches long and as thick as a soda can. Amanda’s eyes widened at the sight, her pussy clenching with need.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, “you’re so big.” She reached out, grasping his cock and stroking it gently. “I don’t know if I can take all of this.”

“My precious,” FakeAgentUK replied, his voice dripping with lust, “you’ll take every inch of my cock and beg for more.” He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip just barely kissing her slit.

Amanda whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet him. She needed him inside her, needed him to claim her as his own. “Please,” she begged, “fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

With a thrust, FakeAgentUK buried himself deep inside her, his cock stretching her walls deliciously. He groaned at the tightness, at the way her pussy gripped him like a vice. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, starting to pump in and out of her.

Amanda could only moan, her world narrowed down to the feeling of FakeAgentUK’s cock slamming into her again and again. He was relentless, his hips smacking against her ass as he pounded her into oblivion. “Yes,” she gasped, “harder. Fuck me harder.”

FakeAgentUK obliged, his hands gripping her hips so hard he knew there would be bruises. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Cum inside me,” Amanda begged, her own orgasm approaching quickly. “Fill me up with your seed.”

With a roar, FakeAgentUK buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he erupted inside her. Amanda followed seconds later, her pussy clenching around him as she came hard, milking him for every last drop.

They collapsed together, FakeAgentUK’s softening cock still buried inside her. “That was fucking amazing,” he gasped, his chest heaving.

Amanda could only nod, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. She knew she would be sore later, but it was a pain she welcomingly embraced.

As FakeAgentUK pulled out, she could feel his cum oozing out of her, trickling down her thighs. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had been well and truly used.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Thank you for fucking me so good.”

FakeAgentUK chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. “Trust me, precious, the pleasure was all mine.”

And with that, he stood up, buttoning his trousers and leaving Amanda in a pool of her own juices, the taste of his cum still fresh on her tongue. She knew this was just the beginning, just a taste of what was yet to come. She couldn’t wait to see what other delights FakeAgentUK had in store for her.

The end.