Sexy latina teen begs to get chosen as a model and producer asks for anal

Title: “Anal Ambition: A Faux Casting Call”

The casting call was posted online, seeking fresh young talent for the Playskool Modeling Agency. Eligible candidates were required to be 18+, with a focus on diverse, exotic beauties. What the ad neglected to mention was the true nature of the ‘audition’ process.

Melinda, an 18-year-old latina bombshell, had seen the ad and was determined to make it big. With her silky dark hair, full lips, and a body to die for in an itsy-bitsy red bikini, she strut her stuff into the poorly lit studio. Her heels clicked against the cold floor as she approached the single director’s chair where a burly, middle-aged man was seated, engrossed in paperwork.

“Hola, I’m here for the casting,” Melinda purred, a mischievous glint in her almond-shaped eyes. The man looked up, his gaze raking over her barely-concealed curves with palpable hunger.

“Soimilinda, waz your reenoo?” He drawled, snapping a glamour shot of her with a point-and-shoot camera. Melinda cleared her throat nervously.

“Melinda Perez, and my reno is 18.” She quipped, unsure if his myopia or her bad pronunciation was the cause of the verbal slip-up. The man nodded knowingly, motioning for her to step into the makeshift audition chamber.

Melinda sauntered over to the banner-draped background and struck a pose, hands drifted coyly across her bikini-clad body. “Centerfold,” the man grunted, waving his camera. She followed his instructions, wincing slightly as his meaty hands adjusted her limbs like mannequin appendages. A few questionable clicks later, the photoshoot wrapped.

“I think that’ll do it for the pictures, sweetcheeks. Time for the real interview.” He muttered slyly, gesturing towards a hidden door. Melinda’s stomach churned with nerves as she followed him into the dimly lit back room.

The room was sparse, save for a single plush sofa and an ominous tripod-mounted video camera. “Take a seat,” the man grunted, motioning towards the sofa.

Melinda perched on the edge tentatively, feeling exposed. The man circled her like a vulture, his focus darting from her eyes to her chest and back again. “Wanted to give you a fair chance to show off your…assets.”

He traced a thick finger down her bare shoulder, eliciting a shudder. “I have a feeling you’d do anything to get in on this modeling gig, hmm?”

Melinda nodded weakly, “Yes sir, I’ll do anything.” She blurted out, crossing her fingers that she hadn’t gotten in over her head. The man grinned wolfishly.

“Anything huh?” His hand slid to the string-tied side of her bikini top. “Let’s hope your enthusiasm translates off-camera, darling.”

To Melinda’s horror, his lecherous hand found the tie and yanked it free, her bikini top fluttering to the floor. She shrank back instinctively, crossing her arms over her pert breasts as they bounced free.

The man chuckled darkly, “Not so shy now, are we?” With a frustrated growl, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, greedy mouth descending on her exposed cleavage. Melinda whimpered, feeling lightheaded as he suckled and bit at her tender flesh.

Meanwhile, he used his free hand to palm her ass, a satisfying smack! ringing out as he gave her bikini-clad bottom a jarring spank.

“Bet this tight little tush is begging for attention too,” he taunted, fingers slipping under the string bikini bottom to seek out her virgin hole. Melinda cried out, trying desperately to close her legs, but his thighs kept her relentlessly spread. “Please,” she whimpered, “not there…”

Ignoring her pleas, the man rubbed his thick digit all around her puckered entrance, delighting in how she squirmed beneath him. “Quit being a tease,” he growled, fingering her roughly, “I know you want me to violate this sweet little asshole.”

He punctuated the humiliation by sinking his finger knuckle-deep into her tight heat, grunting as he worked her open. Melinda sobbed softly, tears cutting tracks down her burning face as the finger pumped in and out of her most private place.

The man chuckled sadistically, “See, told you you’d be begging for it.”

To her shock, he withdrew his hand just as suddenly as it had invaded her, leaving her reeling. “Alright Melinda Wazherenoo, you passed the anal portion with flying colors.”

He helped her to her shaky feet, gaze still fixated on her quivering breasts. “Yes, Melinda, you’ve got what it takes to be a Playmodel starlet.”

“I’ll be in contact shortly with your official welcome package; for now, feel free to freshen up in the bathroom. Oh and Melinda?”

She paused guiltily at the door, “Yes sir,”

“Great work today,” he winked salaciously, “really showed what you’re capable of. Oh and feel free to keep that bikini off, thought it was sexy as fuck.” Thoroughly humiliated, she fled into the bathroom, desperate to wash away the shame and stench of her producer’s touch.