HOT TEEN FUCKED BY PHOTOGRAPHER AT CASTING AUDITION
Title: The Larcker Casting Session
Meet Ashley, a 19-year-old aspiring model with a lithe, petite figure and an insatiable hunger for fame. Ashley had replied to an online ad hoping to land her first big break in the modeling world. The casting call was to be held at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town, a far cry from the glittering runways she had imagined.
When Ashley arrived, she was greeted by a middle-aged man going by the name of “Mr. Larcker”. He led her into a dimly lit room reeking of stale cigarette smoke and musky cologne. “Welcome, welcome!” Mr. Larcker said, his beady eyes roaming hungrily over Ashley’s curves. “I’m so glad you could make it. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Ashley nervously obliged, striking pose after pose in a small clearing. Mr. Larcker circled her like a vulture, clicking away with an inexpensive camera. His eyes lingered much too long on her most intimate areas, making Ashley shift uncomfortably.
“Hmmm… You’ve definitely got the looks,” Mr. Larcker mused, manipulating her arms into a provocative position. “But let’s see how you handlepressure. Remove your top for me, love.”
Shell-shocked as she was, Ashley found herself obeying this intimidating stranger. Her lacy bra now exposed, Mr. Larcker had her cup and jiggle her breasts, whistling in appreciation. A wicked gleam entered his eyes as he commanded her to strip completely.
“I… I’m not sure…” Ashley stammered, cheeks blazing crimson. The predatory gleam in Mr. Larcker’s eye made any attempt at protest moot. Trembling, Ashley peeled off her shorts and panties, shielding herself demurely.
Much to her horror, Mr. Larcker advanced on her, snapping what seemed like a thousand obscene shots. He even demanded she spread her backside and tooth her pussy lips apart for his perverted pleasure!
Just as Ashley reached her wit’s end in this awful interview, Mr. Larcker closed in, roughly groping her intimate parts. “I think you’ll do quite well,” he purred wickedly, giving her clit a cruel pinch. “Now, get on the bed and show me how well you service men with your tightlittle body.”
Ashley knew this was wrong on every level. That this was blatant assault, facilitated by her own desperate idiocy. But when Mr. Larcker pushed her down onto the mattress and fund his engorged cock out with relish, she numbly did as told.
“Suck it, you nasty slut,” Mr. Larcker growled, grabbing the back of Ashley’s head and mashing her face into his foul cock. Choking and gagging, she took him into her mouth.
Mr. Larcker seemed to lose all semblance of control, viciously fucking Ashley’s mouth and throat. He savaged her virgin holes with brutal force, leaving no subtle, tender caress to be had. This was a raving beast pounding a pliant young fucktoy for his own depraved gratification.
Brought to the brink of tears by the merciless assault on her body, Ashley praying it culminated soon. Her wail of agony turned to one of garbled protest when he suddenly jammed his fingers into her asshole, as if she’d enjoy that obnoxious intrusion.
Finally, Mr. Larcker uttered a strangled yell, unloading a mess of gooey semen over Ashley’s freckled cheeks and into her hair. As his spent, flaccid member flopped from her mouth, he chuckled cruelly.
“Was that good enough to book you a gig, princess? I think you’ve earned an agent’s call.” As Ashley sobbed and trembled on the soiled sheets, something in her knew she’d been anything but a preteen ingenue anymore. She was now a fucktoy, and a very nervous one at that.
