Delusional Amateur Casting Disaster
Title: “A Delusional Amateur’s Casting Couch Conundrum”
In the seedy underbelly of the adult entertainment industry, there exists a cramped, dimly-lit room known only as the “backroom casting couch.” It’s here that aspiring porn stars come to strut their stuff, hoping to land a big break in the business. Among the eager wannabes vying for a shot at fame was a particularly delusional young woman named Tiffany.
Tiffany had always dreamed of being a porn star, convinced that her assets – both physical and mental – were perfectly suited for the job. With her bleach-blonde hair, enhanced chest, and barely-there wardrobe, she figured the industry would be begging to sign her up. Little did she know, the reality of the casting process would be far from prim and proper.
With a swagger and a bounce, Tiffany confidently strode into the backroom, ready to put her oral and anal skills on full display. Her “agent,” a sleazy, middle-aged man with a wandering eye and aDIRTY TALK accent, greeted her with a smarmy grin. “Well, well, well, look who it is! Ready to become a starlet?” His crude words hung heavy in the stale air.
“Oh, I’m definitely ready,” Tiffany purred, running her finger suggestively along her ample cleavage. “I’ve been practicing my maneuvers. I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!”
The agent chuckled, clearly skeptical of her bold claim. “Is that so? Let’s put your talents to the test then, shall we?”
Tiffany eagerly dropped to her knees, unzipping the agent’s fly with flair. She pulled out his unenthusiastic member, giving it a few lazy licks. The agent looked bored, unimpressed by her lackluster technique.
“Come on now, you can do better than that,” he instructed, grabbing her hair and forcing her head down on his cock. Tiffany gagged, but continued her sloppy, inexperienced blowjob.
The agent grew impatient and shoved her aside. “This is why amateurs shouldn’t perform,” he scoffed. “I don’t know how you thought you could make it in porn with such shoddy skills.”
Tiffany pouted, her confidence faltering. “You said you wanted to see my ‘assets,'” she whimpered, pulling her skintight shorts aside to reveal her shaved pussy and ripe asshole.
The agent rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen better with my eyes closed.” He grabbed a bottled water and tossed it to her. “Here, get yourself ready for the real test. It’s not just about the looks, honey – it’s about your endurance.”
Tiffany clumsily inserted a finger, squirming as she worked herself open. She braced herself, spreading her legs wide. The agent positioned himself behind her, spitting on his cock as he lined it up with her tight, dry hole.
“Are you ready for this, slut?” he grunted, grabbing her hips.
“Wait!” Tiffany yelped. “I-I’m not on birth control! Please, be careful…”
The agent scoffed. “Birth control? What kind of whore doesn’t prepare herself before a serious casting?”
Tiffany whimpered as he forced his throbbing cock past her resistant sphincter. The initial breach was painful, as her tender walls stretched to accommodate his girth.
“Take it, you delusional bitch,” the agent growled, slamming into her with animalistic force. “I bet your little fake tits are too stiff to even jiggle, probably paid for by some chump you lied to!”
Tiffany bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. The agent continued his brutal assault, grunting and swearing as he pummeled her guts with his swollen prick. She could only brace herself, hands clawing at the floor.
“You’re nothing but a lying whore, Tiffany,” he snarled. “I bet you make promises to men, leading them on, making them believe you’ll fuck them, but really…you’re just fucking with their heads.”
The degrading words made Tiffany break. Tears streamed down her face as the agent finished his assault, filling her tender asshole with his thick, creamy load. He grunted, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out, her tight hole clenching around his deflating cock.
“Damn, I’m just going to have to get you tucked away somewhere, so you won’t spread these lies.” The agent pulled out a roll of duct tape. “Someone’s got to put you in your place!”
