German Blonde Slut Meet Stranger At Casting And Get Fucked
Title: “The Lustful Casting Couch”
In the sordid confines of a seedy casting office, young Hana arrived, her heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. The 19-year old had just moved to Berlin, fresh out of Ostfriesland. She was a shy but ambitious girl, already 21, with a pretty face and a lithe 95-60-85 figure that she hoped would take the modeling world by storm.
She was greeted by Herr Schmidt, a lecherous, middle-aged man with a predatory glint in his eye. He led her to a dimly-lit room with a casting couch in the center. “Und so, my dear, let’s have a glimpse of your assets,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick his chops.
Blushing, Hana stripped down to a lacy bra and thong, revealing her pert B-cup breasts and smooth, nubile body. Herr Schmidt’s eyes roved over her hungrily. “Excellent, excellent,” he said. “Now why don’t you show me how you move?”
Under his instruction, Hana began to gyrate her hips to an imagined beat, running her hands over her body. The more she writhed and danced, the more excited Herr Schmidt became, until a bulge was clearly tenting his trousers.
“We cannot possibly get a proper sense of what you’ve got without seeing you completely bare,” he said. “Everything off, please, for a full body inspection.”
Slowly, shyly, Hana removed her undergarments, standing completely nude before him. His eyes devoured every inch of her curves and nakedness. After an embarrassing amount of leering, he finally patted the couch. “Have a seat, liebling. I must get a closer look…”
He knelt before her, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face between them almost immediately, his tongue delving inside her folds to taste her most intimate places. Hana gasped and squirmed, never having experienced such blatant intimacy before.
“Oh my,” he commented, looking up at her wickedly. “Already a little wet, I see. You ARE eager, aren’t you, little one?” Without waiting for a reply, he plunged his tongue back inside her, lapping and swirling until she was trembling. Herr Schmidt knew exactly how to use his mouth to bring inexperienced young women to their knees.
As he pleasured her, one of his hands came up to grope and squeeze her breasts, fingers pinching and tugging at the stiff peaks of her nipples until she cried out. They tightened and hardened under his touch, betraying her arousal despite her embarrassment.
When he finally drew back, both of them were breathing heavily. Herr Schmidt stood, torn open his pants to free his rigid, thick cock. It bobbed lewdly before her, red and angry with desire. “I think we’ve gone past the need for introductions,” he said, stroking himself as he watched her face. “What do you say we move on to the next part of the audition?”
