18-yr-old Latina model sucks a big dick before getting fucked doggystyle.
Title: A”Areal, Audition & Adrenaline: A Latina Model’s Permission to Fuck”
The neon sign flickered “A&A Casting” as 18-year-old Isabella stepped from her ride-share. She smoothed her tight mini skirt and adjusted her lacy top, emphasizing her ample cleavage. This was it, her big break into modeling! Knots twisted in her stomach as she pushed through the stainless steel doors.
Inside, production lights illuminated a stark white room. A camera on a tripod aimed at a Gurney, plastic draped beneath. A well-dressed man in his 40s looked up from his clipboard and smiled. “You must be Isabella for the 3pm audition slot?”
“Yes sir,” She said, batting long lashes. “It’s an honor to be here!”
“Wonderful,” he replied. “Let’s get you prepped.” He snapped on a pair of latex gloves. “If you’ll disrobe and lay on your back…”
Isabella’s heart raced as she froze. She thought this was an acting audition. But first encouraging a medical exam? “Sir, are you certain?” Her voice quavered.
The man chuckled. “You did see our website? All our models perform an intimate audition first…”
Quaking, Isabella laid back on the table. She tried to block out what would come next, convincing herself this was a necessary step to reach her dreams. The gloved hands began to explore, groping her breasts roughly. “Ouch! Careful please…”
His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Relax and do as your told.” A finger breached her dry entrance. “Mmm, a bit tight, aren’t we? We’ll have to stretch you out, open up your holes…”
Humiliated tears pricked the corners of her eyes as another inserted itself, pumping. “That’s it, spread yourself for me.” Pinching fingers rolled her clit like a pill between them, causing her hips to buck at the unexpected sensation.
Before she could recover, he whipped out a monster cock, purple and angry. “Time for some deep oral exploration, aren’t you eager?” He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her face towards his crotch.
Isabella gagged as the bulbous head pushed past her lips, leaking salty pre. Tears and spit dribbled down her chin onto her bare tits as he fucked her face, each thrust hitting the back of her throat until she retched. “Fuck yes, take it all…” Using both hands he slammed to the root, balls bouncing off her chin.
The rise of vomit burned the back of her throat as she whimpered, nearly blacking out from lack of oxygen. Finally he released her from his grip and she gasped for air,Strings of saliva connecting from her mouth to his cock, her lips swollen and puffy. Bruises were already forming where he’d gripped her scalp.
“Alright, Now let’s see how you look fucked…”
Trembling, Isabella got on hands and knees and braced for the inevitable. The head circled her rim, probing, stretching…and then it was one continuous burn as he shoved every inch in one motion, splitting her in half. “AHHHH!”
He didn’t wait for her to recover, slamming into her relentlessly, each thrust jarring forward. Her ass rippled like a pink flower as he used it like a cock sleeve. The lewd wet smacks of skin impacting echoed off the studio walls as he pounded her hard enough to scrape her kneecaps.
Isabella’s eyes rolled back in her head as the relentless battering blurred her vision. Giant cock squeezed her insides, dragging out her cunt lips with each slam home. Pain mingled with pleasure and shame twisted her stomach into knots. She wanted to crawl away but her limbs refused to cooperate, turned to jelly from the force.
“Scream for me cumslut,” he growled, fisting her hair and yanking back. “Let me hear your pain and submission.”
“Ah,HH! Yes, oh god, I’m…” Isabella couldn’t hold it back any longer as her orgasm slammed into her, walls clamping around the pistoning cock. Gushing fluids soaked her quivering thighs. “IT HURTS!! PLEASE!”
“FUCK YES!” The final slam had her face down in the wet spot on the plastic. Hot jizz pumped into her abused hole as her pussy worked to milk him dry.
Isabella hit the gurney like a ragdoll as he pulled out, leaking come all over herself and the floor. She lay there panting, gasping like a fish out of water. “In that case, congratulations! You’ve passed the audition.” He casually tossed her his card and left her there to collect herself and check out.
Isabella shamefully wiped herself off and pulled on her clothes, head hung low. The ache of stretched hole was a reminder of her despoiling. Had she had the courage, she would’ve run out of there, told anyone who’d listen of her ordeal. But this was how the industry worked, right? And she wanted to be a famous model so badly she could taste it.
Numb, she started punching his number into her phone, ready to sign whatever papers. This was only the beginning after all. For better, or for worse.
