CASTINGCOUCH-X Persuaded Blonde Picked Up & Fucked

“CastingCouch-X Persuaded Blonde Picked Up & Fucked”

The seedy motel room had seen better days, its worn carpet and faded sheets a far cry from the glossy magazines that promised fame and fortune. But for Sera Ryder, a perky blonde with big dreams and even bigger tits, it was a step closer to her goal: to become a porn star. She’d responded to the mysterious ad in the paper, desperate for a chance to break into the industry. Little did she know, the casting couch had quite a different kind of casting in mind.

As she entered the dimly lit room, Sera was greeted by a shady looking man in his forties, his eyes hungry as they raked over her petite frame. “Sera, right?” he asked, his voice smooth like silk. “I’m Mr. Johnson. We spoke on the phone.”

Sera nodded nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she shook his rough, calloused hand. He led her to the worn couch, its cushions sagging under their weight. “So, you want to be a porn star, huh?” Mr. Johnson asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sera nodded again, blushing furiously. “Y-yes, sir. I’ve always dreamed of it.”

Mr. Johnson chuckled, low and menacing. “Well, princess, it ain’t all fun and games. You gotta prove you can take what we dish out.”

Sera’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. She’d come this far, she wasn’t about to turn back now. With shaky hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Mr. Johnson watched intently, his cock already hard in his pants.

“Yup. That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he muttered, reaching out to squeeze her tits roughly. Sera gasped, but she didn’t stop him. She wanted this too badly.

As if reading her mind, Mr. Johnson leaned in close, his hot breath on her ear. “If you’re gonna be a real star, you gotta love getting used, princess,” he whispered, his hand slipping under her bra to pinch her nipple. Sera whimpered, her pussy already wet with desire.

Mr. Johnson pushed her flat on the couch, his bulk looming over her as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Sera watched, transfixed, as he revealed his thick, throbbing cock. It was massive, far bigger than anything she’d seen before.

“Open wide, baby. Gonna give you your first taste of the big leagues.”

Sera did as she was told, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Mr. Johnson groaned as he thrust down her throat, his musky scent filling her senses. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t gag. She was determined to prove herself.

After he was satisfied with her oral skills, Mr. Johnson flipped Sera over, his rough hands yanking down her panties. Sera could feel his eyes devouring her bare ass. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice tight pussy, princess.”

She arched her back as he plunged two thick fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out. It hurt, but in the best way possible. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a star, all right,” Mr. Johnson muttered, adding a third finger to the mix.

Before Sera could adjust, he’d lined himself up and was pushing his cock into her snug hole. She cried out, pain mixing with pleasure as he stretched her past her limits. “Take it, princess,” he growled, his hips snapping forward.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, Sera’s whimpers and Mr. Johnson’s grunts echoing off the walls. “Gonna fill this pussy up, make you nice and sloppy,” he promised, his thrusts growing harder, more erratic.

With a final, brutal slam, Mr. Johnson was flooding Sera’s cunt with his hot cum. Sera gasped, feeling it overflow her depths, leaking out onto the worn couch beneath them.

“Fuck yeah,” Mr. Johnson panted, slapping her ass as she rode out the aftershocks. “Welcome to the industry, princess.”

Sera laid there, spent and sore, realizing she wasn’t the same innocent girl who’d walked into that room. She’d been used, claimed, marked by the casting couch. And she knew, deep down, she wanted more.

As Mr. Johnson zipped up his pants and tossed her a tissue, Sera sat up, a small, naughty smile on her lips. “So, when’s my next audition?”