Colombian teen model screwed at casting
“Colombian Teen Model Screwed at Casting”
The casting couch, that infamous piece of furniture where dreams either take flight or crash and burn. For Colombian teen model, Sophia, today was her chance to become a star. She had dreamed of walking the runways, gracing magazine covers, and becoming an international celebrity. Little did she know, her casting call would lead her down a much naughtier path.
Sophia arrived at the swanky studio, her heart pounding with anticipation. She was greeted by a sleazy agent named Veronica, who eyed the young redhead up and down, licking her lips like a wolf sizing up a lamb. “Hello darling, I’m Veronica, your casting agent for today. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Sophia stepped onto the set, a simple white backdrop and a couple of chairs. She struck her best runway poses, pouting her lips and tossing her fiery hair. Veronica watched, unimpressed. “Honey, this is a nudity-friendly studio. I’m going to need you to lose the clothes.”
Sophia gulped, but undressed hesitantly. As she stood there nude, Veronica circled her like a shark. “Bend over and touch your toes, spread your legs. Give me a good view.” Sophia blushed but complied, the cool studio air making her nipples harden.
“Mmm, nice ass,” Veronica purred. “Now, let’s see if you can suck cock like you walk a runway. Over there is our casting directorolding a huge bulge.”
Sophia glanced over to see a middle-aged man unzipping his pants. His enormous cock sprang free, already rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. “Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes widening. “I’ve never-”
“Shut up and get to work, whore,” Veronica barked. “This is the price of fame. Now get on your knees and put that cock in your mouth.”
Trembling, Sophia sank to the floor. She wrapped her hand around the pulsing shaft, stroking it while looking up at the man. He grabbed her hair, roughly pushing her head forward. “P-please go slow,” she begged. “I’m a virgin at this.”
“Spare me the virgin act, you cock-hungry slut,” he growled, shoving his cockhead past her lips. Sophia gagged, tears welling up as he forced more and more in. Soon, his meaty girth was stretching her virgin mouth wide, sliding over her tongue and knocking against the back of her throat.
“You’re so deep in her throat,” Veronica oozed, snapping photos on her phone. “Look at that cock just owning that young cunt’s mouth. She’s learning so much today!”
Sophia tried to pull back, oxygen-starved, but the man wouldn’t have it. He began fucking her face with abandon, plowing her throat like it was just another tight hole. Sophia felt like she couldn’t breathe, mouth and nose filled with throbbing cock. Her poached eggs for eye shadow now ran with salty tears.
“Fuck, I’m gonna bust soon,” the man grunted, hips picking up speed. “Swallow every drop, you little cum whore!”
With an animalistic roar, he exploded in Sophia’s mouth and throat. Syrupy semen flooded her mouth and spilled out around his cock, splattering down her chin and tits. Sophia was forced to guzzle it down, her stomach churning from the oversized load of man-punk.
The man finally released her, and Sophia collapsed to the floor, gasping and retching. Her throat was sore, her pussy pulsing wetly with taboo excitement. As she caught her breath, she saw the men grinning lecherously, stroking their cocks back to full hardness.
“We’re nowhere near done with you yet,” Veronica sneered, tossing some lube and condoms onto Sophia. “Get ready for a world class dicking. Your casting starts now!”
Hours later, Sophia stumbled out into the cold night, her body used and abused, a mixture of jizz and fluids leaking from her puffy holes. Her dream of becoming a star was dead, but she had been fucked into a porn starlet instead. As she limped home, Sophia realized that if fame was tied to cock, then she was ready for her next casting call…and her next dicking.
