Sizzling amateur starlet shows off lack of gag reflex as she devours a big cock

The audition room was dimly lit, a faint haze of smoke curling in the air. The director, a grizzled veteran of the adult film industry, sat in a worn leather chair, watching intently as the fresh-faced young starlet entered the room. Her name was Candy, and she was a vision of youthful innocence – all wide eyes and pouty lips, her blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves. But the white silk robe she wore left little to the imagination, hinting at the alluring curves beneath.

“Welcome, Candy,” the director said, his voice a low rumble. “I hear you’re here to prove you’ve got what it takes to be a star.”

Candy bit her lower lip, nodding shyly. “I want to be your next big thing, sir,” she said, her voice breathy and sweet. “I’ll do whatever it takes to show you I’ve got the talent.”

The director raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so? Because from what I’ve seen, talent means more than just looking pretty on camera. It means taking big, thick cocks like a champ.”

Candy’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink at his words, but she held his gaze. “I can handle anything you throw at me, sir,” she said, her voice steady despite the blush staining her cheeks. “I never back down from a challenge, and I never gag.”

The director chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Is that so? Well then, why don’t you show me what you’ve got, sweetheart?”

Candy didn’t need to be told twice. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with each step, and sank gracefully to her knees before him. With deft fingers, she untied the robe and let it fall open, revealing her pert breasts and the little triangle of lace that served as her only protection. The director’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze hungry.

“Go ahead, baby,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “Let me see you put that pretty mouth of yours to work.”

Candy’s response was to reach out and cup his bulge through his pants, running her small hand along the ridge of his hardness. The director groaned at her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opened them again, they were dark with lust, fixed on her as she worked to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

And what a cock it was – long and thick, the swollen head glistening with precum. Candy licked her lips at the sight of it, her own arousal beginning to pool between her thighs. She had done this before, of course, but never with a cock as impressive as this one. She knew that she would have to be careful, or risk biting him in her enthusiasm.

With a wicked grin, she took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently as she leaned in to press kittenish kisses along the length of it. The director shuddered at her touch, his cock growing even harder in her hand. Encouraged by his reaction, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his wide girth.

She began to suck him in earnest then, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. The director could feel her nose pressing against his skin with each thrust, and he groaned at the delicious sensation. Candy never gagged, even as she took him to the hilt, her throat muscles massaging his cock in a way that made him see stars.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, his hands tangling in her hair. “You’re a natural at this. I’ve never had a starlet take me so deep.”

Candy couldn’t respond, her mouth too full of his cock, but she purred in delight at his praise. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue, and she knew he was getting close. So she doubled her efforts, sucking him hard and fast, her hand working in time with her mouth.

The director lasted only a few more minutes before he came with a guttural cry, spilling his seed down Candy’s throat. She swallowed every drop, milking him for everything he had to give. When he was finally spent, she pulled off his cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his softening member.

“Well?” she asked, looking up at him from under her lashes. “Do you think I’ve got the talent you’re looking for?”

The director was speechless for a moment, still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. But then he grinned, a slow, dangerous smile that made Candy’s heart race.

“I think you’ve got the talent to go all the way to the top, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “Welcome to the industry.”