Casting 1 – Lustful Girls
“Casting 1 – Lustful Girls”
The busty brunette, Tiffany, sauntered into the room, her ample assets barely contained by a tight, low-cut tank top. Her short skirt swished with each determined step, causing her round bottom to jiggle enticingly. She tossed her hair back, flashing a coy smile at the assembled casting agents.
“Tiffany, right on time,” murmured one of the men, his eyes glued to her generous cleavage. “Please, have a seat.”
She chose a chair directly across from him, crossing her long, shapely legs. “I’m so excited for this opportunity today,” Tiffany purred, batting her falsely thick lashes.
The agent chuckled, shuffling some papers. “Yes, well, let’s make sure you’re right for the role.”
Tiffany leaned forward, giving him an unobstructed view down her top. “Oh I am, I assure you. I don’t have any boundaries when it comes to acting. And I’m very… physical.”
Beside him, his younger assistant coughed to hide a laugh. The agent took the bait, exchanging a loaded look with his colleague. “Is that so? Well, I think we’d best test that theory then, hadn’t we…Tiffany?”
She licked her full lips, pink tongue darting out like a striking snake. “Mmm, absolutely.”
In one swift motion, she uncrossed her legs and stood. Keeping eye contact, Tiffany reached behind and unzipped her skirt, letting it pool on the floor. Wearing nothing but the skimpy tank, lacy panties, and towering stilettos, she stalked towards the men.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” the agent taunted, gesturing for her to continue. Tiffany practically pounced, straddling his lap and looping her arms around his neck. He groaned at the feel of her soft curves pressed against his body.
“Oh you have no idea what I’ve got,” she breathed against his lips before capturing his mouth in a deep, sensual kiss.
Shifting his hands to her hips, the agent gripped her ass firmly, squeezing the plump flesh through her underwear. Tiffany moaned into the kiss, gyrating her hips as she worked open his fly with deft fingers. He bucked upwards as she freed his cock, hard and straining against her pelvis.
Tiffany stroked him slowly, rubbing the impressive length against her wet folds through the thin lace. “Mmmm, nice and big. Just the way I like it,” she purred approvingly.
With a wicked grin, she shimmied out of her panties and tossed them aside. Hooking a leg over his armrest, Tiffany guided his rigid cock to her entrance. In one fluid movement, she sank down, engulfing him in her tight, velvety heat.
“Oh fuuuck,” the agent groaned, throwing his head back as her walls clenched around him.
Tiffany started to bounce, riding him with wild abandon. Her tits jiggled with each movement, nipples visibly stiffening beneath the spandex. The younger assistant had to adjust himself, enthralled by the erotic spectacle unfolding before him.
Panting and mewling, Tiffany impaled herself on the agent over and over, relishing the delicious stretch of his girthy cock. He thrust up to meet her movements, grabbing her bouncing breasts and pinching the sensitive peaks until she writhed.
She felt herself start to tighten, engulfed in euphoric bliss. “Oh god, I’m…ungh…I’m gonna…cum!” Tiffany keened desperately, clenching down.
His hands moved to her ass, gripping the swollen halves and pistoning her hips faster. “Do it,” he commanded through gritted teeth. “Cum all over my cock.”
It was all she needed. Tiffany threw her head back with a sharp cry, coming undone. Her pussy trembled and rippled, milking him for everything he had.
With a few more shallow thrusts, the agent followed her over the edge, spurting his hot release deep inside her spasming cunt. Tiffany slumped against his chest as they both shuddered through the aftershocks, chests heaving.
When he finally slipped out of her, his assumption was correct – he was absolutely dripping off her. Tiffany stood on wobbly legs, giggling coyly as she scooped some up to lick off her fingers. The agent just grinned, feeling satisfied.
“Well, Tiffany, I think that was a very impressive…audition. We’ll be in touch about the part.”
She blew him a kiss and squatted down to retrieve her clothes. “I sure hope so,” Tiffany purred seductively over her shoulder. “I’m dying to work with such a talented…casting director.”
With a last wink, she sauntered out of the room, hips swaying hypnotically…ready for her next big role.
