FemaleAgent. Accidental casting creampie
Title: “An Agent’s Audition Gone Awry”
It was another dreary day at the FemaleAgent casting call. Beer-bellied men in cheap suits lounged on dingy couches, scratching their crotches and leering at the parade of aspiring sluts clumsily trying to seduce them with bared tits and fake orgasms. This particular dingy studio apartment, wedged between a shitty pizzeria and laundromat, had seen better days – probably the Roaring Twenties, back when it was a thriving speakeasy. Now, it reeked of stale cigarette smoke and cheap cologne.
The current bimbo, a bleached blonde named Tiffany, was riding cowgirl on a crotchety recruiting agent named Edith. The older woman groaned at the bicycling hips and general incompetence. Tiff Panama City Pam Anderson tits on a Somme Rail lightly bounced, sweat dripping down her pancake makeup. Edith grunted, rolling her eyes at the girl’s loud, faker-than-a-Britney-Spears-concert moans.
“Oh yesssss, pound me harder, you hung stud!” Tiffany squealed, voice cracking. “I’m… I’m gonna… CUMMMMING!” She convulsed with bad acting, practically shaking herself off the agent’s lap.
Edith just sighed, pinching her allegedly “perfect” nose. “That’s… good…” she said flatly. “You’re… um… very talented. We’ll be in touch. NEXT!”
Tiffany scampered off, wobbling on heels, flashing busted chopstick ass and barbed wire thong. Edith rearranged her pantyhose and cracked her neck, exhausted from the endless stream of airheads. “This one better be the fucking second coming of Jenna Jameson,” she muttered.
But then, a surprise walked in – no, not a brunette with the stiffest of tanned blow-up doll boobs, but a sweet little ingénue fresh from the Czech countryside. A natural beauty with full pillowy lips, rosy cheeks, and innocent almond eyes that sparkled with a mix of nerves and excitement. Tight tank top, tiny khaki shorts hugging a perfect set of up-and-coming bubble butt cheeks. She seemed too good to be true, but hey, in porn, too much is never enough.
“Dobrý den, I am Czech Models, my agent call me Dita Amelia,” she said shyly in broken English, handing over a stack of headshots. With the immaturity of a well-bred house cat, she twitched her rump up on the casting couch, tugging the hem of her shorts down to cover those tasty peach emojis.
Edith did a double take, then let out a long, low whistle. “Well, holy shit. Finally. Maybe there’s hope for this industry yet.” She snatched up the photos, ogling hungrily. The girl’s slender frame, fluffy bare pussy barely concealed under that fondling bear shorts. Damn.
“Let’s see what you’re working with, hun,” Edith purred, reaching out to grope a pussy-bump under the shorts. Dita let out a squeak, squirming under the older woman’s touch. She had such a supple thigh gap that Edith wanted to fuck the girl with her fingers right there, pop her teenage cherry and break her all at once.
But she restrained herself. Edwards was being too professional for these horny Millenial times, but she had standards. “First things first,” Edith growled, “Strip. I wanna see the girl underneath.”
Dita blushed, but dutifully stood and wriggled out of her shorts and tank top, revealing a heavenly body – one that had no idea what it was about to endure. A teenage cunt so wet and inexperienced. Braless budding tits with fat stiff nipples jutting out proudly. She was every agent’s wet dream, her young body practically beckoning to be defiled.
“On your knees, baby,” Edith commanded, slowly pulling down her pantyhose. She had something special planned for this gifted amateur. Her body quaked with raw lust, wondering how this innocent flower would taste on her experienced tongue.
Under Edith’s barely-concealed whore breath, Dita got on her knees, looking up helplessly as bratty genitals freed themselves. The girl hesitated, then leaned in, tentative tongue dipping out to taste the aged pussy and wrinkly folds.
“Whew, that’s it!” Edith moaned, grabbing her head, smashing Dita’s pretty face into that saltshaker. “Eat that bitch, bitch! Punch in that throbbing bush!”
Dita gagged and sputtered, awkwardly probing with unskilled teenage tongue, never expecting the tide of fragrant skunk bush. Edith erupted in long-inhibited orgasms, humping back with manic animal fury. Her sour old cunt squelched loud as a dirty submarine as the inexperienced girl tried to swallow her down like a suction pump.
“Unnnggh live a life of ruin, goat fuck!*” Edith croaked whorewise, marinating in her own juices. “Eat that mother fucking peach, honey bunch!”
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