Angel Kiss In Masturbates On Camera For First Time
Title: “Her First Time: An Explicit Casting Call”
Curiosity drove her through the door, a potent force that overcame her inhibitions and led her to this dingy, unmarked studio on the outskirts of town. Angel had always been a romantic, an eternal optimist who believed in chasing dreams and pushing boundaries. When the casting call for new adult cinema talent promised fame, fortune, and a liberating experience, she vaulted at the opportunity like a wild cat.
As she stepped into the dimly lit room, the leather couch creaked under the weight of its occupants – two motley men with insatiable appetites for the carnal and the taboo. They eyed her hungrily, their smirks radiating a perverse sense of power. Angel felt her heart pounding in her chest, yet excitement bubbled within her.
“Welcome,” the man in charge, a portly, balding fellow with a gold medallion nestled in a thicket of chest hair, greeted her. “I’m Jack, and this here’sLambda, our director. You’re here for the vacancies in our latest blockbuster, aren’t you?”
Angel nodded, her tongue feeling too cumbersome to form words. She wondered what kind of movie this was, but the hilt of a hefty, bulging coffee mug or the constant stream of soldiers refilling its cup obscured her curiosity.
“Horny Housewives 8: The Revenge,” Lambda announced with a lecherous grin, as if revealing a highly anticipated sequel. “A tale of naughty saucy NSA sex – there’s thirteen of scenes, with an anal creampie grand finale. You’re cast as a sexy housewife who learns how to lick ass on camera. Just sign this waver and let’s get down to business, sweetheart.”
Angel gulped, the enormity of the task weighing heavily on her. Yet, the thought of stretching boundaries and exploring new heights of sexual prowess thrilled her. Waving hesitation away, she signed the documents Lambda shoved in her face.
“You’re just what the doctor ordered,” the director crowed delightedly. Jack shambled over, offering a glass of hard liquor loaded with honey. “Here’s to your first break on the big screen, little lady.”
As Angel sipped the role-swelling drink, hands clutching her trembling body, Jack and Lambda began to direct the casting session with a singular focus. They moved her into position, their thick, lubed fingers tracing the outline of her body through her skimpy costume.
Slowly, they stripped her down, the men openly gawking at her naked form as she obeyed their every command. Soon, Angel found herself lying prone under the harsh studio lights, corkscrew curls framing her glowing face as she squirmed on the pre-warmed chair. It was an odd setup for a movie, but she trusted the professionals.
With practiced, slippery strokes, they urged her exploratory fingers down her taut stomach, through the soft curls between her legs, then deeper into her aching, dripping snatch. She mewed at the touch, feeling almost drunk on lust and nerves.
Then the real action began. Jack waddled over, his whopping sausage already uncovered and dripping with a viscous, clear liquid. Angel shuddered and stuck out her tongue at its overwhelming presence. The director grabbed her head and shoved her mouth over what felt like a groaning log of precum, and like a fish swallowing a worm, she took in his massive girth slowly, feeling it split her gag reflex wide.
Salty pre-cum coated her throat as she hollowed her cheeks, drawing hoarse moans and breathless laughter out of the flabby man atop her. She wondered half-heartedly what dangers lurked in gulping down a complete stranger’s white, sticky juices. But it felt too good to entertain misgivings.
Meanwhile, Lambda covered her other end with kisses, the wet slurping sounds mixing together with the slick smacking of her lips on his veiny apparatus. He buried his nose in her ample rump, swiping his tongue along her tight, puckered hole. “Gotta get this squeaky clean baby, that dirty back door’s gonna beckon the dicks just right.”
Angel shrieked as Jack erupted in her mouth, salty fluid sluicing down her throat. She coughed and sputtered, rainbow spit-speckling her face from the rough, vibrating ogre-sized load. Above her, Lambda kept licking while Jack bellowed with laughter, thick, red arousal smeared on her cheeks.
“And… cut!” Lambda called out. “We got the money shot.” He helped Angel up, gently padding her back. “That was an excellent debut for your first time on camera!”
Overwhelmed and exhausted, Angel feebly waved her thanks, wiping slop off her chin. As Lambda and Jack harrumphed and belched their way out of the studio, Angel contemplated if her reluctance had been misplaced all along. But the feeling of being their star slowly faded, and a sense of surreal detachment settled in…
