Skinny Latina teen sucks cock for a job

The door to the casting office swung open and there she stood, a petite Latina beauty with skin as smooth and brown as ripe coffee beans. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Sparkling brown eyes peeked out from under long, inky lashes. And that smile – it was enough to melt hearts and drop trousers.

The casting director, a portly man in his fifties, leered at the young woman as she walked in, her hips swaying gently with each step. “I’m here for the, uh, modeling audition,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.

“Of course, my dear. I’m Manager Bob.” He practically drooled as he took in her perky breasts straining against the thin fabric of her tiny crop top, her flat stomach with its silver navel ring, and the tantalizingly short denim cutoffs that left her toned thighs bare.

After going through the paperwork, Manager Bob ushered the girl into a private room in the back. “We’ll have you put some of our fashion samples on here for the video,” he said, patting a raised platform in the middle of the room. “Then we’ll see how you, ah, handle the camera.”

The girl, Nadia, nodded and began slipping out of her clothes, revealing a skimpy black lace bra and panties. She hopped up onto the platform and struck a few poses, her body lithe and graceful. Manager Bob snatched up a camera and began circling around her, his lens zooming in on her curves.

Once the camera was turned off, Bob stepped closer to Nadia, his hand resting on the small of her back. “You did great honey, but I think we need to see what you’re really made of.”

“Oh?” Nadia’s eyes widened.

Bob nodded, his hand drifting down to the swell of her ass. “It’s a tough business. Gotta be willing to, uh, go the extra mile.” His hand slid lower, until his fingers tickled the cleft of her cheeks.

Nadia bit her lip, debating. But she needed this job. She’d do whatever it took. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathed.

“I knew you would, baby.” Bob’s hand slid back up and deftly unhooked her bra. Her pert breasts spilled out and he cupped one, thumbing the stiffening nipple.

Guiding her down on her knees, Bob undid his belt and slid out his fat, semi-hard cock. It bobbed in her face, already damp at the tip. “Worship it,” he commanded.

Nadia’s eyes widened at the size of him, but she obeyed, her little pink tongue darting out to lick at the pre-cum beading at his slit. She laved the broad head, savoring the taste and smell of him. His musky scent filled her nostrils as she took him into her hot, wet mouth.

“Mmm, yeah, suck that dick,” Bob grunted, fisting his hand in her silky hair. “That’s what you want, ain’t it slut? To be the director’s little cock warmer?”

Nadia gave a muffled moan around his girth, slurping and sucking enthusiastically. She reached up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them in her fingers.

Soon Bob’s hips were pumping, fucking her face, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Nadia relaxed her jaw, allowing him to use her mouth as he pleased. Drool trickled down her chin as he pounded into heroral cavity.

Pulling out abruptly, Bob lifted her up and bent her over a desk, yanking her panties down. Her dripping slit was bared to him and he wasted no time pressing the tip of his cock against it.

“Please, don’t…” Nadia pleaded, even as she arched her back to take him deeper.

“Shut up, whore,” Bob snarled, slamming himself fully inside her. “Take my cock like a good little slut.”

“Yes, Captain,” Nadia whimpered, adjusting to his intrusion. He parted her so tightly, stretching her to the limit. But it felt so good, getting pounded like this. She was just a receptacle now, to be used for his pleasure.

Setting a brutal pace, Bob gripped her hips as he hammered into Nadia’s gushing cunt, his heavy balls smacking her clit with each thrust. She couldn’t do anything but cry out in ecstasy, meeting him stroke for stroke.

Her slick, tight walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. His rhythm started to falter.

“Ohhh fuck…I’m gonna cum…” Bob groaned, his movements growing erratic.

“Do it!” Nadia begged, feeling her own peak approaching rapidly. “Fill me up…breed me…I’m so close!”

With a final deep, grinding thrust, Bob buried himself and exploded, painting Nadia’s cervix with his hot seed. Her pussy rippled and squeezed, sucking every drop from him as she came undone with a wail of pleasure.

They collapsed together, both spent and panting. Bob pulled out and tucked himself away, while Nadia stayed slumped over the desk, his spend leaking out of her abused hole.

After a moment, Bob patted her ass and chuckled. “Not bad for your first go. We’ll make a porn star out of you yet!”

Nadia grinned to herself, already feeling empty and aching for more. She’d gladly be the studio executive’s personal fucktoy if it meant landing a role. Her star was on the rise and she would do whatever it took to get to the top – one hard fuck at a time.