Blonde Waitress Amateur Ass Fucked & Ambush Creampie on Casting Couch

Title: “Ambush Creampied on the Casting Couch: A Naughty Blonde’s Anal Rite of Passage”

The petite blonde bounced into the room, her perky breasts barely constrained by the thin fabric of her flimsy blouse. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few stray locks framing her cherubic face. She looked no older than 19, the very essence of innocent youth. Little did she know what depraved acts awaited her on the casting couch.

“Hi there! I’m Mandy,” she chirped, extending a small, manicured hand. The casting director, a lecherous old man with greasy hair and beady eyes, shook her hand firmly, his hand lingering on hers a moment too long. “Pleased to meet you, Mandy. I’m Mr. Johnson. Why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured to the plush couch behind her.

Mandy beamed and plopped down, crossing her long, smooth legs. Mr. Johnson watched her every move with a predatory gleam in his eye. “So, Mandy, what made you want to try out for our little movie?” He sat down beside her, his arm brushing against hers.

“Well, I’m a huge fan of your work,” Mandy gushed, “I think it’s so important to break taboos and show the world the raw, unfiltered side of human sexuality. I want to be a part of pushing those boundaries.”

Mr. Johnson chuckled darkly. “Is that so? Well, I must say, you’re quite the looker. I can definitely picture you on screen.” His hand landed on her bare knee, slowly sliding up her thigh. Mandy stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

“And I bet you’ve got some hidden talents, too,” Mr. Johnson continued, his hand now groping her inner thigh, dangerously close to her crotch. Mandy bit her lip, looking conflicted. “Why don’t we test those talents out? Right here, on the casting couch.” His other hand reached up to cup her small breast, pinching her nipple through the thin material.

Mandy let out a soft gasp. “I, um… I don’t know…” she stammered, but made no move to stop him. Mr. Johnson took her hesitation as consent and pressed forward, his hand slipping under her skirt to rub her damp panties.

“You’re getting wet, aren’t you?” he growled. “You dirty little slut, showing up here dressed like this, rubbing your needy cunt against the furniture. I bet you’re just dying to be taken by a real man.”

Mandy whimpered, her resistance crumbling. “Please,” she whispered, “I need it. I need your big cock stretching out my tight holes.” Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle, fishing out his semi-hard member.

Mr. Johnson groaned as her small hand circled his shaft, pumping it to full hardness. Mandy leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his lap as she took him into her mouth. “That’s it, suck it just like that,” he grunted, one hand fisting in her hair.

Mandy bobbed up and down, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Saliva streamed down his cock as she worked feverishly to please him, determined to land the role. Mr. Johnson thrust forward, fucking her pretty face roughly. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like a cheap whore?”

Mandy pulled off, gasping for air. “Yes, I love it! I’m your whore, Sir! Use me however you want!” Grabbing his hips for leverage, she impaled her throat on his cock again, working her neck muscles to milk his shaft.

Mr. Johnson yanked her off and tossed her on the couch, flipping her onto her hands and knees. “Look at this tight little ass,” he growled, smacking her rounded cheeks hard. Mandy squealed and arched her back, her pink asshole winking at him. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, please fuck my ass with your big cock!” she pleaded, looking back at him with pleading blue eyes. “I need you inside me, pounding my asshole until I can’t walk straight!”

With a dark chuckle, Mr. Johnson ripped off her panties and spit on her puckered hole, rubbing the saliva around. He pressed the fat head of his cock against her entrance and pushed in slowly, feeling her tight rings of muscle grip his cock.

Mandy whined as his girth stretched her unwillingly, the burn intense. “Oh fuuuuck,” she whimpered, “you’re so big…roasting my ass…” Her hands fisted in the cushions as he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against her cunt.

“Take it, you filthy girl,” Mr. Johnson snarled, drawing back until just the tip remained before slamming forward again. Mandy screamed, her untouched asshole clenching desperately around his pistoning hardness. “Gonna ruin your tight hole…fill it up with my hot seed…”

“Yes! Yes, please fill me up!” Mandy babbled desperately, pushing her ass back to meet his harsh thrusts. “I want to feel your cum leaking out of my ass! Mark me as your cocksleeve!”

Mr. Johnson pounded her with ferocious intensity, grunting and sweating as he approached his peak. “Gonna breed this ass…fucking knock you up with my load…”

“Knock it up! Breed me!” Mandy shrieked, her pussy gushing with cream as her rough ass fucking pushed her over the edge. Mr. Johnson roared as he slammed into her, his cock erupting deep in her tight hole.

Cum flooded her hungry asshole, warmth spreading through her abused innards as he pumped shot after shot, filling her to the brim. Mandy moaned helplessly, feeling his thick jizz sloshing inside her stretched-out hole. He finally pulled out with a wet pop, more jizz leaking out of her gaping, swollen asshole.

Mandy collapsed onto the couch, gasping and trembling. Mr. Johnson gave her ass a final smack. “Thanks for the ride, slut. You’ve got the part.” He tossed her a wad of cash and walked out, leaving her cum-smeared and sore.

And so Mandy’s career in the adult film industry began, that day on the casting couch. Her willingness to debase herself and take any deprave act was clear. The story just one of her many naughty adventures as the sluttiest starlet to grace the porno realm. Bless her dirty, dirty soul. The End.