CastingCouchX her parents doesn’t know about this!

Title: CastingCouch X: “Her Parents Don’t Know About This”

As the casting couch creaked under the weight of Emily’s curvy body, the busty blonde squirmed in her tight jeans, feeling an unfamiliar ache between her legs. She had always been a good girl, a model student, and an obedient daughter. But lately, a forbidden darkness had begun to stir inside her porcelain skin, an insatiable hunger for flesh and pleasure.

Her parents, oblivious to their little angel’s secret desires, had encouraged her to pursue modeling as a hobby. Little did they know, their innocent daughter had taken their advice to the literal extreme.

The casting director, hung like a horse, loomed over her with a predatory grin. His leather jacket creaked as he unzipped his fly, revealing a thick, veiny shaft. “Wow, you’re even hotter than your pics,” he growled, stroking the monster. “Get that pretty mouth ready for Daddy.”

Emily swallowed her shock and fear, replaced by a shameful lust. She had never sucked a cock before, but now couldn’t wait to choke on this beast. Sliding off the couch to her knees, she licked her crimson lips and pressed them to the meaty tip.

“Mmm, fuck,” the director grunted, fisting her platinum hair. “Open wide, slut.”

Emily opened her jaw as far as it would go, pleasuring both her Daddy’s ego and his member. She gagged and gurgled on the head and shaft, saliva dripping down her chin. The salty-fishy taste filled her senses, compounding her depravity.

“That’s it, take it all,” he commanded, forcing her down to the base. Emily’s button nose pressed into his wiry pubes, tilted head allowing his cock to reach her throat. He pulled her up and pushed her back down in a brutal rhythm, groaning as he fistfucked her mouth.

Emily closed her eyes, getting lost in the feeling of being used. Popping off his dick, she gasped for air before taking it back into her service.

After several minutes of mouth drilling, Emily’s make up was smeared, her puffy lips raw. She was just getting accustomed to the tongue-heavy cock coaching lesson, when her “teacher” surprised her by pulling out.

“Get these clothes off, now,” he barked, withdrawing his meat. Emily stood on shaky legs, yanking off her top to reveal a lace bra barely containing her taxpayer bust.

She shimmied out of her skinny jeans, kicking them off beside the couch. The casting director salivated over her silhouette as she peeled down the bra. Two creamy orbs sprung free – her nipples had almost magically hardened to pink arrowheads.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he licked his lips. “Down to your panties and get on the couch.”

She did so obediently, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her wet panties. Tonight she had traded in her usual cotton granny panties for slutty lace, a thankfully subtle sign that some part of her desired this.

Emily bunched the flimsy lace up her thighs, popping her round rump out. The sight made her new boss groan. She stopped when the lace wedged between her berth, presenting her sopping cunt to him. Her entire being throbbed with filthy rapture.

“Fuck, you need it don’t you?” he approached, reaching out to smack her ass.

Emily yelped. “Yes Daddy, fuck me please!” she begged, wiggling her ass in submission. Her virgin pussy lips glistened with complete, all-consuming lust.

He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, bumping her clit. Emily gasped at the sensation, biting her lip to stifle a moan. Then in one move, he speared her tight hole open, impaling the blonde on his hard shaft.

Emily came undone. “Ooohhh fuck!” she screamed, gripping the leather couch. Her pussy walls flexed around him, adjusting to the girthy intrusion. How could she now think of anything but sex?

“Take my cock you little whore,” he growled, pulling out to slam back in. Emily cried out in pleasure, her eyes screwed shut. He set a relentless pace, grunting each time he hilted himself inside her quim. His large balls slapped her engorged clit.

“Yes, yes!” Emily babbled, pushing her hips back to meet him. “Make me your slut! Fuck me rough!”

Her tight cunt gripped him like a vice, no lube needed – her desire had it gallons wet. He fucked her relentlessly, chasing his orgasm while Emily came over and over again on his cock.

And then he was coming, pull out cock aimed right at Emily’s face. She gasped as the first hot ropes spattered her cheeks, an expert hand pumping out the rest onto her glasses, face, and open mouth.

“Swallow every drop, minion,” he ordered, giving his cock a final squeeze. Emily obeyed, licking the ejaculate on her cheeks and humming for more. Her mind was scrambled, awakened to an unquenchable lust.

“Clean Daddy’s cock, babygirl,” he said, presenting his semi-hard member to the voyeured. Like a good little teen, Emily sucked it clean, savouring the salty-tangy mix of his and her cum.

Her parents, lucky them, never learned about her naughty little secret.