Fake Agent Princess Jas Gets her pussy slammed in a casting

London, England – Princess Jas, the sultry Asian seductress, sashayed into the dingy casting office, her ample breasts barely contained by a sheer, plunging blouse. The camera zoomed in on her shapely derriere, swaying provocatively as she moved.

“Morning, luv!” she chirped, her honeyed voice dripping with false enthusiasm. “I’m Jas, here for the casting.”

Behind the desk sat Frank, a grizzled industry vet with a predatory gleam in his eye. He licked his lips, eyeing Jas’s assets like a hungry wolf.

“You’re late, sweetheart,” Frank growled. “But I’ll give you a chance to make it up. Strip.”

“Wh-what?” Jas stammered, feigning shock even as a sly smile played at her crimson lips. She knew the drill, had been through countless such shameless cattle calls.

“Off with the kit,” Frank barked impatiently. “Let’s have a proper gander at the goods, eh?”

Hips swaying, Jas reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The flimsy garment slid off, freeing her full, heavy breasts. Her dusky nipples stood at attention, betraying her excitement. Frank adjusted himself, his arousal evident.

Slowly, teasingly, the busty babe shimmied out of her tight jeans. A lacy thong was all that remained. Going commando, she contracted her abs, making her toned tummy extend marbled in grooves and mounds of delectable muscle.

“Lose the knickers, luv,” Frank croaked, his voice rough with lust. “Might as well bare it all if you wanna make it in this biz.”

With a wicked grin, Jas peeled the g-string down her legs, revealing her waxed, glistening mound. Frank all but drooled, his fat cock straining against his trousers. “Bloody hell, girl. You’re a ripe one, ain’t ya?”

Jas posed for him, hands on her curvy hips, tits out and head thrown back. “What do you think, guv’?” she purred. “Think I’ve got what it takes?”

Frank was around the desk like a shot, his meaty paws roaming Jas’s voluptuous body. He groped and fondled, his hot breath gusting against her neck. “Fucking right you do, love. Let’s get started.”

He turned her around and bent her over the desk. Jas whimpered as he pried open her ass cheeks, exposing her tight little rosebud. “Do you… do you think that’s in the casting?”

“Nah, but it don’t hurt to be thorough, eh?” Frank chuckled darkly, spitting directly onto her asshole and rubbing the saliva around with his thumb.

Jas yelped, both shocked and aroused by the crude gesture. As an Asian lady, some things just weren’t done. Then Frank plunged two thick fingers knuckle deep into her ass and all coherent thought fled.

He fingered her roughly, sawing his digits in and out. His other hand reached around to play with her pussy, pinching and rubbing her clit until she was a writhing mess.

“Oooh yes, guv, just like that!” Jas squeaked, arching her back to take his hands deeper. Pre-cum leaked from her neglected nipples, trickling down her heaving breasts.

Frank withdrew, leaving Jas empty and aching. She mewled in protest. His zipper rasped and his belt jangled. Something thick and hot nudged between her thighs. “Brace yourself, luv. Here he comes.”

He slammed into her pussy balls-deep on one brutal thrust. Jas screamed, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. Frank pounded away at a furious pace, grunting and sweating like a beast.

“Christ, your cunt’s a tight one,” he gasped, pawing at her tits as he fucked her mindless. “Milking me dry… So fucking good…”

Jas could only wail, impaled on his massive cock over and over. Her walls clenched, gripping him slickly in their vice. Pressure coiled low in her belly, winding tighter with each monstrous thrust.

She was right there at the edge of oblivion, moaning like a whore. Frank quadrupled his efforts, clearly chasing his own pleasure. “Gonna cum,” he wheezed. “Gonna fucking cum!”

With a hoarse roar, he buried himself to the root and painted her insides with streaks of hot seed. Jas shuddered through her own intense climax, female spunk spurting from her slit to pool on the desk.

Afterwards, they lay tangled as Frank’s cock deflated inside her. Jas, hazy and satisfied, nuzzled his neck. “So? Do I get the part?”

Frank barked out a laugh. “Course, luv. This performance was straight outta Br immédes. Welcome aboard.”

And so concludes our sordid little tale of Princess Jas’s naughtiest casting yet! Whoever said there was no such thing as free porn has never had a lap dance from this Asian goddess. But don’t worry – if she ever decides to switch from the adult industry, she certainly has another oral side hustle to fall back on.