Dink is in a prodigious young sweetheart Callie Calypso

The sun-drenched audition room crackled with sexual energy as Callie Calypso sashayed in, her lithe body radiant in a skimpy red bikini that left little to the imagination. The raven-tressed beauty, barely legal and already an internet sensation, exuded an air of youthful innocence punctuated by a playful glint in her verdant eyes. Today was her big break – a porn industry casting call that promised fame and fortune for the right candidate.

Behind a sleek mahogany desk sat the casting director, Dink, his greying goatee twitching with anticipation. He had seen many hopefuls come and go, but rarely one as fresh-faced and delectable as this svelte vixen. Callie perched on the edge of her chair, anxiously twirling a silken lock of hair around her finger as Dink scanned her questionnaire.

“V-virginity status?” Dink inquired, his voice low and husky.

“Lost my v-card just last month,” Callie replied breathlessly, licking her glossy lips. “But I’ve done plenty of oral. I mean, I’m willing to do anything, really!”

Dink’s pupils dilated at the tantalizing prospect. He leaned forward, his thick member straining against his slacks. “Well then, let’s see what that sweet little mouth can do, shall we?”

Callie eagerly knelt before Dink, her deft fingers unzipping his fly to unleash his throbbing shaft. She gasped at the size, her eyes widening like saucers. Dink chuckled darkly. “Impressed?”

“M-mmhmm,” Callie nodded, flicking her tongue over the engorged head. She took him into her warm mouth, sucking voraciously as her small hands pumped his bulging sack. Spit drooled down her chin, matting her hair. Dink groaned, his fingers tangling in her silky tresses, forcing her deeper onto his cock.

Pulling back, Callie caught her breath, strings of saliva connecting her reddened lips to his glistening rod. “I want you to breed me,” she whimpered, ready to shed any remaining hints of innocence. “Fuck my tight little cunt and make me scream for your big fat cock!”

Dink shed his suit, revealing a chiseled physique streaked with scars. Callie panted, realized the casting process was going to be much more intense than she had imagined. But she was determined to win this role, no matter the cost.

Turning around, Callie bent over the desk, hiking up her bikini bottoms. Her pert derriere quivered, the creamy flesh begging to be slapped and spanked. Dink mounted her from behind, his thick hands gripping her hips as he notched his rigid tip at her dripping entrance.

“Fuuuuck yeah,” Callie hissed as he slowly impaled her, her velvety walls stretching obscenely to accommodate his girth. She shuddered as he bottomed out, her virgin clasp clenching around his organ. Dink pounded into her, grunting animalistically, his heavy balls smacking against her swollen clit.

The room filled with the lewd slap of flesh on flesh, punctuated by Callie’s wanton cries. Her toes curled in her heels, her nails raking bloody furrows across the desk as Dink violated her tight hole. The pressure built as he jack-hammered her G-spot, his mushroom-shaped head kissing her cervix.

“Ohhh fuck I’m gonna cuuumming!” Callie wailed, her eyes rolling back in her head as her cunt rippled and clenched. Her orgasm crashed over her, her vaginal muscles milking Dink’s cock for every drop as he buried himself to the hilt, spurting jets of pearly essence that flooded her fertile womb. They remained locked together, shuddering and twitching, until the last drops had been pumped into her abused snatch.

Sagging against the desk, Callie felt Dink pull out with a wet squelch. Cum oozed out of her ravaged twat, matting the strings of her ruined bikini bottom. She raised an eyebrow at Dink, wordlessly inviting him to examine his handiwork.

Smirking, Dink pressed a finger against her puffy, cum-bloated slit. The smell of sex was pungent and ripe. Callie shivered when his investigating digit dipped back into her wetness. “Seems like a perfect fit,” he purred. “Consider yourself cast, little miss Callie Calypso. Welcome to the industry.”

Callie beamed, wincing slightly as she eased her aching body off the desk. She had never imagined her first porn production could be so intense – but she couldn’t wait for more. Rising on her tiptoes, she sealed the deal with a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue twining with Dink’s as she ground her slim body against his.

“Take me to the set,” Callie giggled, one hand languidly stroking Dink’s semi-erect member, “and let’s give them a real show. I want the whole world to see what a filthy, cock-crazed slut I really am…”

As they sauntered out of the audition room, Dink texting ahead, Callie couldn’t help but grin. Adult entertainment was about to gain itself a fresh-faced starlet, and she couldn’t wait to shed her remaining innocence in front of the camera. The chance of a lifetime was here, and Callie Calypso was determined to take it.