Anja & Dennis

Title: “Casting Call Crashers: The Anja & Dennis Incident”

It was another day in the life of a porn casting director. I had previewed Anja’s demo reel and was impressed by her natural beauty and sexual charisma. She had the right look and energy for the scripted feature I was casting, a physiological drama with erotic undertones. Her unconventionality and offbeat style would provide an intriguing contrast to the other characters. Plus, she had a killer raven-haired pixie cut that made Prissy Elvis seem like an amateur.

As Anja entered my sleek West Hollywood office, I couldn’t help but be further attracted to her presence. She exuded raw sex appeal. Her plaid miniskirt barely covered her ass, just a mere tease. The rips in her fishnets were provocatively placed. She wore a low-cut black tee featuring a neon Sex Pistols logo. Lucky Pistols. Her chunky heeled ankle boots added a touch of “there’s a new Sheriff in town” swagger.

We exchanged the usual niceties. Her European accent added to her charm. As I hoped she hadn’t noted my opening gambit of handing out the script first, to let her read the fervent lovemaking scene first. “So, nothing_X-rated, just proceed whenever you’re ready, whenever you feel the moment, ” I prodded.

Anja said nothing. She simply scooted to the edge of her chair, spread her legs, and slowly lifted her miniskirt. Her hairless pussy was displayed before my eyes, glistening with arousal. No panties. She looked at me with fierce desire. My pulse quickened.

“Is this how you imagined the scene opening?” she teased with a coy smile. “I saw it in my head as soon as I read it.”

Speechless, I observed as she knelt, putting herself closer to my crotch level. Her hand slid along my thigh, reaching for my growing bulge. Through my pants, she grasped my manhood, stroking me erect. She achingly released her grip.

“May I proceed…Mr.Rector?” She asked. It wasn’t really a question, but rather a boldly phrased condition to continuing her avid performance. “Is there a problem?” There’s that mischievous smile again.

I could only nod stupidly, my mouth dry. She withdrew, and I kicked myself for not undoing my pants in that moment. She slowly peeled off her tee and unhooked her bralette, exposing full breasts adorned with pink areolas and nipples. What an enticing sight!

Anja removed a small bottle of lube from her purse and slathered the contents over her hand. “Thought we might need this sometime today.” She smirked. Starting at the base, she slowly stroked my grade “A” beef, glistening with lube now. Fuck, I nearly came right then! I wanted to yank my full length out and grind it in her pussy until we both screamed.

But she had moved onto the liquid courage. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” she asked cheekily, not awaiting my answer as she planted her lips on mine and slid her warm wet tongue inside my mouth. The bristles of her fake facial stubble tickled oh so pleasurably as we kissed deeply, passionately. Her hands ran through my hair while mine gripped her soft breasts.

She broke the kiss and began to lower herself downward. She nuzzled and sucked at my neck as I instinctively bent my head back in pleasure. “Mmmm, you like?” she purred. My groan was my answer.

Then her open mouth reached the base of my jutting erection. Her tongue began licking the underside, swirling around the tip. Her warm breath sent electric shocks through my body. I watched raptly as she took me fully in, nearly to the root. Her deep-throating was heavenly! Up and down her head bobbed. I grasped the arm of my chair for support.
“Suck it” poured from my lips before I could stop myself. She looked up at me submissively and did just that, nibbling my throbbing cock, teeth lightly grazing along my shaft.
When her lips left my wet shaft, she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. She slid her thong down and threw a leg over me straddling me on my swivel chair.

“How’s this for an opening scene?” She murmured, nibbling my ear as she reached down and aligned my thick prominent cock head with entrance to her tight wet pussy lips. Then with one swift downward movement, she impaled herself completely on my large cock. Her walls squeezed me tightly. “I need you inside me” she panted hard then began to ride me hard and fast. My hands cupped her plump ass cheeks, spreading them lewdly. Her moans got higher and higher, her body visibly shivering with wanton pleasure.

She continued to move up and down my full length as I matched her thrust and felt a hit my deepest regions inside her channel. She was enjoying it as much as I was given all the enthusiastic grunting and smiling she was doing. Then she screamed indelibly. “I’m coming!” Occupying a vice-like grip, squeezing rhythmically along my shaft as I thrust and shuddered through my own climax. All the built up pleasure spilled out as I erupted inside her. We sank together in our delightful afterglow, slick flesh still joined.
We eventually disentangled and dressed (CdTube expresses its gratitude to God for the latex skid mark wipes). Before Anja left, with a squirt dab of leftover lube, she traced my company name onto the glass wall of my office: “MUST _ TAME _ ANAJA.”

Needless to say, she got the part. But she definitely crashed the casting call! And her “audition” DVD footage may just go viral someday. Damn, what a gal! |335/334/332 chars|