The First Audition Of Hana The Beautiful Girl Today A

Hana, the ravishing beauty, stepped into the dimly lit audition room, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She had heard whispers of the mysterious director who was on the lookout for fresh talent, unique faces to grace the silver screen. Little did she know that this audition was unlike any other.

The director, shrouded in shadows, lounged casually on a plush armchair, his eyes fixated on the young seductress before him. “Go ahead, dear,” he purred, his voice smooth like velvet. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

Hana took a deep breath, the air thick with tension. She swayed her hips sensuously, feeling the heat of his gaze upon her. Her fingers slowly trailed along the curve of her body, caressing her lips, her throat, trailing down between her ample breasts. The silky fabric of her dress slid down her shoulders, exposing the delicate swell of her collarbone.

She turned her back to him, arching it hypnotically like a feline in heat. The zipper of her gown lowering with a soft hiss, inch by tantalizing inch. The material pooled at her feet, revealing the tantalizing sight of her lacy undergarments. Her skin glistened in the half-light, smooth and unblemished, a canvas waiting to be explored.

Hana spun around, her knowing eyes locking with his. A coy smile played upon her luscious lips as she reached behind, unclasping her bra. The frivolous garment fell away, releasing her pert breasts into the cool air. Pink nipples hardened into tight buds, begging to be touched. She let out a breathy moan, her hands cupping the heavy globes, teasing, squeezing, relishing the feel of her own flesh.

Slipping out of her lace panties, Hana stood before him, completely naked and utterly exposed. Yet there was no shame in her vulnerability, only an intoxicating sense of power. She knew the affect she had on men, the way her body could ignite their deepest, darkest desires.

Lowering herself onto the edge of his desk, she spread her legs invitingly, displaying her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. One hand slid down her flat stomach, fingers delving into her wet folds, stroking, caressing, dancing around her sensitive clit. The other hand continued its sensual path over her quivering flesh, pinching and tugging at a dusky nipple.

“Join me,” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. “Let me show you what I can do.”

But the director remained motionless, his eyes dark and unreadable. The air grew heavier, the silence stretching between them like a taut rubber band, ready to snap at any moment.

Hana’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Don’t you want me?” she asked, her sultry tone replaced by one of uncertainty.

He rose slowly from his chair, his presence suddenly overwhelming, filling up the small room. In two strides he was upon her, his hand grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Hana gasped, the rough treatment sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he growled, his hot breath tickling her ear. “I’m the one in charge here, understand? You’ll only do what I tell you to do.”

Hana shivered at his authoritative tone, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She nodded meekly, submitting to his will.

Releasing her hair, he slapped her thigh sharply, the audible smack ringing out like a gunshot. “Now, beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to fuck you like the needy slut you are.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Hana’s eyes, but she wasn’t sure if they were from pain or pleasure. She whimpered pathetically, spreading her legs even wider. “Please…” she begged, her voice quavering. “Please, I need it. I need you inside me.”

His hand moved to her throat, squeezing gently, his thumb brushing over her racing pulse. “Not good enough,” he said, his grip increasing just fractionally. “Try again.”

“Fuck me!” she cried, desperation leaking into her voice. “Fuck me hard! I’m a dirty, filthy whore who needs your big, fat cock inside her.”

His eyes glinted with sadistic satisfaction. “You’re right,” he purred Darkly. “You are a filthy whore. But a whore who wants to please me.”

Hana yelped as he spun her around, pushing her face down onto the desk, her naked ass raised high in the air. She heard the rustle of fabric, the hiss of a zipper opening. Then, in one fierce thrust, he slammed into her tight pussy, burying himself to the hilt. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the hard surface below her.

He didn’t give her time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm straight away. Each snap of his hips drove into her brutally, his cock stretching her deliciously. The rough edge of the desk bit into the flesh of her breasts, pinching her nipples as she was helplessly pounded from behind.

She could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave threatening to overtake her completely. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, her entire body coiled like a spring, ready to snap.

“Come for me,” he snarled, his voice thick with lust. “Come all over my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

His words paired with a particularly hard thrust sent Hana flying over the edge. She screamed her release, her cunt clamping down around him like a vice. He continued to fuck her through it, extending her pleasure until she thought she might pass out from sheer overwhelm.

Finally, with one last animalistic grunt, he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed shooting deep. Hana whimpered, shuddering at the feeling of being filled so completely.

He pulled out of her, her overstimulated body collapsing to the floor. With a smug grin, he tucked himself back into his pants, studying his conquest with a detached eye.

“You did well, little one,” he said, already buttoning up his jacket and ignoring the quivering, used body before him. “I think you’re ready for bigger roles.”

And with that grim promise, he left her alone in the silent room, sated and wrecked, wondering what she had just gotten herself into.