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In the sultry underground of the porn industry, a brunette amateur girl walks into a private room, her eyes darting nervously as she takes in the scene. The ambient lighting is dim, casting moody shadows across the worn leather couch and the casting director sitting nonchalantly on it, his experienced gaze appraising her every move. This is her chance to break into the big leagues, but can she handle the raunchy realities of adult entertainment?

The casting director, a gruff man with a silver-streaked beard, rises from the couch and stalks towards her like a lion stalking prey. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” he rumbles, his voice dripping with implication. She nods mutely, her heart pounding in her chest. He circles her, eyeing the way her perky breasts strain against the flimsy fabric of her t-shirt, the curve of her hips swathed in tight jeans. “Strip,” he commands abruptly, and she hesitates for only a moment before starting to obey, her nimble fingers working at the buttons of her blouse.

As she disrobes, exposing her lisps to the cool air and his hungry stare, he continues to inspect her like a prized mare. “You’ve got a nice little body,” he muses approvingly, his hands coming to rest on her taut stomach, thumbs circling her navel. She fights the urge to shiver, determined not to show weakness. This is what she’s here for – to prove her worth as a future porno starlet.

His palms slide up her sides to cup her breasts, and she inhales sharply at the first intimate touch. His fingers find her nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his dexterous digits until they pebble and strain. “Sensitive, aren’t you?” he grins wickedly, his hot breath puffing against her ear. “We’ll have to work on that.”

He steps back, pulling his own shirt over his head and revealing a chest matted with graying chest hair. “On your knees,” he orders, unfastening his belt with a granular metallic rasp. She sinks to the carpet, her knees stinging slightly from the friction of the fibers against her bare skin. He takes his thick, semi-erect cock in hand, smearing the glistening pearl of pre-cum over her ripe, sweet lips, painting them in his musk. She parts them automatically, allowing him entrance, and sucks him into the wet heat of her mouth.

The salty, oily taste of his arousal floods her palate as he pushes deeper, bumping the back of her throat. She gags, unused to the sensation, but he merely pulls back and thrusts again, establishing a ruthless rhythm. “Work that tongue, slut,” he growls, gripping her head and setting a pace that has her eyes watering and drool dripping down her chin. She does as she’s told, swirling her tongue artfully and sucking hard, determined to bring him to the brink.

After several long minutes, he yanks her head back and releases her with a wet pop. She gasps for breath, wiping her messy mouth with the back of her hand. “Not bad,” he concedes, “but there’s still much to learn.” He sits back on the couch, his impressive erection bobbing lewdly. “Assume the position. Show me what you can do with that ass.”

Biting her lip, she turns and bends over, presenting her plump cheeks to him. He wastes no time in running a finger along her folded slit, gauging how any arousal she’s generated in the process of servicing him with her mouth. “Nuh-uh,” he tsks. “I said use your tongue. Get that pink muscle in there and make it wet for me.”

Face flaming, she buries it between the twin globes of her ass and laps at her own pussy, probing the tight, puckered hole of her anus as she does. He watches avidly, his own organ throbbing, as she tongues herself open, preparing her body for the intrusion to come.

Finally, he can stand it no longer. Fitting the engorged head of his prick to her slippery entrance, he pushes forward in one go, spearing her on his thick cock and burying himself to the root. She cries out at the sudden invasion, her untried walls clenching reflexively around him. He sets a vigorous pace, slamming his hips against her ass with punishing force, his heavy balls smacking obscenely against her folds. Her breasts bounce and slap with every thrust, her muffled moans and squeals filling the room.

Suddenly, he pulls out, cock slick and glistening with her juices. “Get on your back,” he barks, “I want to see your face when I come.” She scrambles to obey, falling onto the couch and spreading her luscious thighs in invitation. He kneels between them, pushing back into her clasping heat with a groan. She wraps her legs around his waist, bucking up to meet his fierce thrusts, and he grins down at her, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Take it, you filthy slut,” he grunts, the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the air. “Milk my cock, let me fill up that tight little cunt.” She does as he says, undulating her hips and working her pelvic floor like she’s been doing her Kegel exercises for years. The pleasure mounts inexorably, her clit rubbing deliciously against the coarse mat of pubic hair at his groin. His shaft swells inside her, his own end approaching.

With a roar, he slams into her one final time, grinding his cock home and erupting deep within her convulsing sex. She screams in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm crashes over her in intense waves, her pussy milking him for all she’s worth. He pumps spurt after spurt of hot seed into her waiting womb, the obscene sounds of their coupling mixing with their ragged breathing.

Finally, he pulls free of her limp body, admiring the pearly rivulets of come that seep from her stretched hole. She lies boneless and spent beneath him, chest heaving. “Congratulations,” he says with a crooked smile as he tucks his spent cock away. “You’ve officially passed the audition.” She grins triumphantly, ignoring the ache in her well-used cunt. This is only the beginning – the first step on a long and winding road. But for now, she’s a star.