CastingCouchX her parents doesn’t know about this!
Title: The Casting Couch Confession
Amber adjusted her glasses as she perched nervously on the edge of the casting couch, her pale thighs tightly clasped together. She had been summoned to this secret audition, hidden away in a nondescript office building, with the promise of big things for her burgeoning acting career. But now, surrounded by harsh studio lights and the intimidating presence of the casting agent, a middle-aged man with a predatory glint in his eye, Amber began to second guess her decision to come here alone.
The agent, a portly man named Mr. Henderson, lounged in a chair across from her, his eyes roving over her petite frame appreciatively. “So, Amber, tell me a bit about yourself,” he prompted, jotting down notes on a clipboard.
Amber shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of her short skirt. “Well, I’ve just graduated from community college with my acting degree, and I’m eager to land my first big role,” she recited, hoping to ingratiate herself with the power broker. “My parents don’t even know I’m pursuing this as a career, they want me to be a teacher, but acting is my passion.”
Mr. Henderson smirked, setting down his clipboard. “Ah, the gatekeepers of society – the parents – never want to see their little angels leave the nest to pursue their dreams,” he chuckled darkly. “But you’ve got to break free sometimes, or you’ll never get ahead in this world, eh?”
Amber nodded meekly, feeling like she was being evaluated on much more than her acting chops. “Absolutely, Mr. Henderson. I’m ready to do whatever it takes,” she assured him, her voice wavering only slightly.
The agent leaned forward, his gaze intense. “I’m glad to hear that, because our first scene together is going to be… quite intimate,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to wet his thick lips. “You ARE eighteen, aren’t you, Amber?”
“Y-yes, just turned,” she stammered, her heart hammering in her chest.
Mr. Henderson smiled wolfishly, rising from his chair. “Excellent. Now, if you wouldn’t mind removing your top, we’ll get started.”
Amber’s face flushed beet red, but she reluctantly reached for the hem of her blouse. This isn’t right, her gut screamed, but another voice whispered, If I do this, he’ll give me the part of a lifetime… I’ll finally have something to prove that I belong. With shaking hands, she stripped off her shirt and bra, revealing pert breasts capped with rosy nipples.
The agent circled her like a shark, his eyes roving over her exposed flesh. “Very nice, darling,” he breathed, reaching out to palm one of her breasts. Amber flinched at his touch, but she didn’t pull away. “Let’s see how talented that tongue of yours is, shall we?”
Mr. Henderson unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hardening cock. Amber’s eyes went wide as she stared at the thick, veiny member mere inches from her face. “Go on,” he urged, fisting a hand in her hair. “Take it.”
Amber opened her mouth, shame and excitement warring within her as she took the agent’s cock between her lips. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft as he groaned in approval. The taste of him was bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. She swirled her tongue around the head, snaking it into the slit, as the agent rocks his hips forward.
“That’s it, take it all,” he grunts, pushing her head down further until her nose is pressed into his wiry pubic hair. Amber gags, saliva dripping down her chin, but she doesn’t try to pull away. I can do this, she tells herself. I need this so badly it hurts.
The agent fucks her face faster, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. “Gonna cum,” he groans, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. Amber’s eyes widen, realizing what’s coming, but it’s too late. The agent’s cock pulses, and the first hot spurt of cum splatters across her tongue. She barely has time to swallow before the next wave hits, coating the back of her throat. She coughs, some of the thick seed plugging her nose, but she valiantly tries to swallow it all.
Finally, the agent pulls out, spending a few more spurts across her flushed face. Amber gasps for air, tasting the musky essence, mixing with her own drool. A pearl of cum is trapped in one of her crystal earrings, and the agent reaches out to wipe it away with his thumb.
“There’s a good girl,” he purrs, his cock already swelling again. “Ready for round two?”
