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Title: “Surrender to Desire: A College Coed’s Audition from Hell”

cámara rolls because the busty blonde coed, Hayley, innocently walks into the dingy warehouse. She’s right here to audition for a glamorous performing function, or so she believes. Little does she know, she’s about to be the star of a really totally different sort of present.

“Hi there! I’m here to see Mr. Johnson about the acting audition?” Hayley says, her Midwest accent thick and candy as honey. The cameraman, a wiry middle-aged man with a grizzled beard, smirks. “Sure thing, honey. Let me take you to the dressing room first.”

He leads her down a slender hallway, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat and intercourse. Hayley’s naive eyes take within the peeling partitions plastered with pinup woman posters. A chill runs via her, however she shakes it off. This is showbiz, proper?

The dressing room is only a cramped cubicle with a rickety chair and a full-length mirror. The cameraman factors to a skimpy lingerie set laid out on the chair. “You’ll need to change into that for your audition, sweetheart.”

Hayley’s eyes go broad. “Change? But I don’t understand, this isn’t what I packed for an audition…”

“It’s what we need you to wear, darlin’. Now pick up those panties on the floor and get ’em on. Mr. Johnson doesn’t like to be kept waitin’.”

Hayley swallows arduous, however does as she’s advised, her nimble fingers slipping the lacy bra over her perky tits and zipping the matching G-string up her tight little ass. She pirouettes to view her reflection and bites her lip. The lingerie leaves little to the creativeness.

The cameraman whistles appreciatively. “Hot damn, girl. You’re gonna knock ’em dead.” He ushers her subsequent door to what seems to be Mr. Johnson’s workplace.

A bulldog of a person with a black fedora and a stained cigar perpetually dangling from his lips sits behind a cluttered desk. He appears up, his piggish eyes raking over Hayley’s nubile physique. “Well, well. What do we have here?”

“Mr. Johnson,” she stammers. “I’m Hayley. I’m here to audition for that acting role?”

He chortles, leaning again in his chair. “Actin’, huh? Yeah, I can see you’re one hell of an actress. Now, be a dear and give me a spin real slow-like.”

Hayley’s face flushes crimson. She reluctantly turns in a circle as his eyes bore into her plump little cheeks and the tiny strip of fabric barely overlaying her virgin pussy. She feels violated however powerless to cease it.

“Mmm, I like what I see,” Mr. Johnson says, his voice a low, gravelly growl. “What do you say we take this party somewhere a little more intimate, hot stuff?”

Hayley’s coronary heart kilos as he leads her by the wrist into an adjoining room. It’s a grimy studio arrange with a mattress and digital camera. She tugs at his sticky fingers. “Sir, please, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not here to…”

“Shut up!” he barks. “You’re here to use your natural talents, and that’s doing what you’re told. The camera’s rollin’ and Daddy’s gonna make you a star.”

He hikes up her G-string and smacks her ass arduous. “Dance for me, bitch!” Hayley yelps and reflexively begins shaking her ass, tears welling in her eyes. She is aware of she’s being tricked, however worry has locked her muscle tissues. She can solely obey.

As she gyrates, Mr. Johnson strips bare, his sagging, leathery previous physique on full show. The monstrous cock hanging between his legs makes Hayley gasp. He eggs her on, all of the whereas the digital camera by no means stopping its hungry gaze.

Next it is time to lick his filthy previous boots, to suck his smelly fingers, to worship each dirty inch of his weathered pores and skin just like the prostitute she’s grow to be. And she does, whimpering and gagging, as a result of she is aware of no different approach.

Finally, cruelty spent, he throws her face-first throughout the mattress. Her tear-stained face bounces on the pillow as he enters her, tearing via her hymen to pound her uncooked. The scattershot cocktail of ache and sick pleasure making her head spin.

He fucks her like a senseless fuckdoll till his previous piss-packed ball sack slaps in opposition to her abused cunt one remaining time. Then he floods her womb with sea of thick sperm that makes her abdomen heave with disgust.

Himself spent, he flops off and clothes, wiping his pudgy arms collectively. “Good girl,” he sneers. “You’ve got a lot to learn, but if you’re willin’, I’ve got more makeup sessions lined up.”

Hayley curls right into a fetal ball and sobs, the person’s semen leaking down her thighs. She’s a damaged doll, shattered, not human, her thoughts all however misplaced to one thing darkish and wicked. She’s discovered that on this horrible world, all she will be is Daddy’s star.