Fucking The Beauty Babe Hard
The sultry beauty stilettoed her way into the dimly lit casting room. As the door clicked shut behind her, all eyes locked onto the striking brunette. A clingy red dress hugged her curves, the plunging neckline offering a tantalizing peek at her ample cleavage. A the zipper at the back, stretched the fabric taut across her pert backside.
Nervously tugging at the hem of her dress, the young lady slinked towards the panel of casting directors. “I – I hope I’m dressed appropriately,” she stammered, feeling their laser-like focus burning into her every cell.
“Oh honey, you look absolutely scrumptious,” purred a silver-fox in an Italian loafer. “Why don’t you take a seat and tell us a little bit about yourself.”
Swallowing hard, she perched on the edge of a well-worn leather sofa. The worn cracks across the surface seemed to undulate as she shifted her weight. Wondering if anyone else could hear it, she crossed her legs, allowing the red dress to ride up her silky thighs.
Cocking an eyebrow, the loafered man leaned forward. “So tell us, doll…why are you here?”
The beauty bit her plump bottom lip. “W-well, I’ve always had a passion for…acting. And I’ve been told I have the face for it. So…” The girl’s voice trailed off. “And the body. I’m led to believe I have the body for it.”
The room temperature seemed to skyrocket. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck as the zipper of her dress appeared to slice through the small of her back, scraping her delicate skin.
“Mmm, indeed…” the casting director began. He rose from his chair and strutted over to the sofa. Hooking a finger under the strap of her dress, he rolled the fabric down to expose her shoulder. “Absolutely stunning.” His hot breath caressed her neck as he planted a firm kiss on her exposed bosom. Brushing his lips over her collarbone, he rested his hand on her knee. “The camera will absolutely love you, baby.”
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the director’s hand crept up the girl’s thigh. The red fabric clung to every inch of her skin with a life of its own. Her muscle tensed, quivering with anticipation as skilled fingers found exactly the right spot. Burrowing between her folds, they deftly stroked her most intimate areas. “Mmm, Honey, you’re so wet… Has anyone mentioned you’d be perfect for a horror flick? When we’re done with you, you’ll be absolutely drenched.”
The girl’s breath grew ragged, but the casting director was relentless in his pursuit. Fingers plunged deeper as his authoritative commanding voice penetrated her fragile psyche. “I want you to scream for me, babe. We want to see the real you.”
Shame and ecstasy warred within her. Writhing on the leather sofa, she clutched onto the arms for dear life. The zippers on the dress stretched even tighter, emphasizing every buck and undulation of her curves. Undulating hips begged to be had as muffled moans escaped through gritted teeth. “P-please, I can’t…”
The director’s other hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back as his lips crashed against hers in a painful kiss. “You can, and you will, baby girl,” he growled. “You begged for this, told me you could give an Oscar-worthy performance. So prove me wrong.” He punctuated his demand with harsh tugs to her hair.
Her eyelids fluttered, a bead of sweat dribbing down her flushed face, as his fingers turned an almost cruel pace. She bucked again stark desperation glowing in her eyes.
“That’s it,” he breathed, relishing in the sight of her summer. “Give yourself to me completely. You’re mine now. Every inch of this luscious body is mine to use as I please.”
The girl’s back arched severely and she let out an unceremonious wail, desperately mewing his name. Her insides constricted around his plunging fingers, clenching and pulsing. A most unladylike expulsion of pleasure jolted out of her as waves of ecstasy crashed over her from head to toe. Every inch of her slender frame shuddered delicate girlish quims. She collapsed, limp, on the sofa, staining the leather with her essence. He released her from his iron grip, landing a quick pat on the cheek as if to say, “See you next time, sweetheart.”
Worrying that she’d melt into a puddle on the floor, the director crooked a finger under her chin. His dark eyes bore into her soul, “Don’t linger too long, doll. Surely you didn’t think we were done with you.” He winked, and she felt a shock of electricity through her nerves. He was only just beginning to explore the depths of her world, and she prayed she’d survive the gentlest of a hint at the destruction he had in store for her…
