Married Indian Assfucked on Casting Couch

It was a steamy afternoon in Mumbai when Priya, a 22-year-old aspiring actress, found herself alone in a seedy apartment with a casting director twice her age. She had come here hoping to land her first big break in Bollywood, but something about the way the director, a portly man with greasy hair and a predatory glint in his eyes, made her uneasy.

“Strip,” he commanded, lounging back on the couch and leering at her.

Priya hesitated, wringing her hands. “I… I didn’t expect that. I thought we were here to read lines?”

The director chuckled, a sound like phlegm rattling in his throat. “Oh honey, this is how it works. If you want a career in this business, you gotta be willing to do whatever it takes.” His gaze raked over her petite form, making her skin crawl.

Swallowing her nerves, Priya slowly began to unbutton her top. She had dreamed of being an actress since she was a little girl, and she knew the path to success was never easy. Bikinis and flashing a leg were commonplace in Bollywood item songs. Surely this couldn’t be much worse?

As the blouse slipped off her shoulders to reveal a lacy black bra, the director growled his approval. Priya unzipped her skirt and let it fall, revealing matching panties and the smooth, caramel skin of her toned midriff. The director’s eyes were glued to her body, following the gentle curves like a predator stalking prey.

Deciding to just get it over with, Priya reached behind to unclasp her bra. Her full, perky breasts spilled out, their dusky nipples already taught with arousal despite her unease. Tugging down her panties, she was left standing in just her high heels, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his hungry stare.

“Very nice,” the director praised, licking his lips. “Now come over here and give me a private show.”

Hips swaying as she strutted across the room, Priya felt like a vintage Bollywood heroine on display. But instead of Dev Anand’s eyes she saw lust, not love. Pursing her glossy lips, she gave it her all, shimmying and turning, arms raised over her head in a sensual dance meant to tease and entice.

The director watched her like a cobra eyeing its prey, one hand lazily stroking his crotch through his pants. Priya’s moves became more sultry, wanting – no, needing – to win him over. Spinning, she bent at the waist to present her juicy ass, giving it a little wiggle.

“Fuck me, that ass,” the director groaned, standing up. He grabbed her hips, kneading them roughly. Priya gasped as she felt his erection pressing against her naked flesh. This wasn’t part of the plan…

But when his fingers deftly unzipped his pants and he sprang free, thick and hard, Priya’s mind went blank. He spun her around, pushing her down onto the couch and climbing on top. “I’m going to ruin this perfect ass,” he grunted, lining himself up.

Fear and exhilaration warred within Priya as she felt him notch at her virgin entrance. His weight pinned her down, making her feel small and trapped. She bit her lip as pain seared through her as he plunged forward, spearing her open on his throbbing cock.

“That’s it, take it,” the director growled as he hilted himself inside her, tearing through the flimsy shield of her innocence. Priya cried out, back arching off the couch. He started thrusting, splitting her apart with his thick length.

It hurt, oh it hurt so much. But at the same time, an unbearable pressure was building in her core, unlike anything she’d ever known. She clenched down on him, trying to bear the sensation as he rode her hard and deep.

“You’re fucking mine now, slut,” the director snarled, gripping her hips so hard bruises bloomed under her skin. “Gonna pump this pussy full of cum, make you my personal fucktoy.”

Priya whimpered, overwhelmed and conflicted. She shouldn’t want this, but her body betrayed her, clenching and rippling around his pistoning cock. The pain began to ebb, replaced by a fluttering heat building where they were joined. Her breasts bounced as the director pounded into her, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the room.

Suddenly, he ripped out of her and Priya felt cold air waft over her sensitive flesh. She looked at him with confused, lust-glazed eyes as he climbed off the couch. “Wha-”

“Suck my cock, whore,” the director ordered, stroking his slick, purple-headed rod.

In a daze, Priya got on her knees and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. The pungent musk of sex and man filled her nostrils. He grabbed her head, pounding into her face with brutal force.

Tears streamed down Priya’s cheeks as she gagged and choked around his thickness. But the other part of her, the part that wanted this, that needed to prove she could do this, took over. She relaxed her throat and let him fuck her face, working her tongue along his veiny shaft.

“That’s right, look at you giving the best blowjob of your life,” the director laughed cruelly. Priya could taste her own cherry-tinged juices on his meat. The degradation only made her pussy clench harder.

Pulling away, he grabbed her hair and shoved her down on the couch, head over heels. Her legs fell open, and she trembled with anticipation, her puffy, dripping slit exposed and ready for violation. The director wasted no time, slamming back into her.

The familiar pain didn’t bother her this time, morphing quickly into vicious pleasure as he plowed her mercilessly. His heavy balls slapped against her ass as he grunted and growled, consumed by his own pleasure.

“Yes, fuck me, wreck my pussy,” Priya heard herself moan shamelessly, and she’d never been more mortified and aroused at the same time. This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be…

The director panted harshly as he built towards his release. Priya felt his cock twitch and throb inside her. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Gonna fill this cunt to the brim.”

With a hoarse bellow, he exploded inside her, his load erupting like a geyser against her defenseless womb. Priya screamed in shock and ecstasy, her body convulsing as she came harder than she’d ever done in her life. Creamy seed washed her channels clean, some leaking out around his softening cock.

Panting, the director rolled off her and sat up. Priya curled in on herself, quivering and dazed, come and juice smeared between her thighs. He looked down at her smugly, zipping up his pants. “Congratulations, you passed the audition.”

Something snapped inside Priya and she lunged at him, slapping him hard across the face. “You fucking asshole! You took my virginity!”

The director only laughed, rubbing his reddening cheek. “You weak where, you wanted it. This is the way things are done. Now scram, there’s more where you came from.” He pointed to the door.

Tears of anger burned Priya’s eyes but she grabbed her clothes and fled before he could see her cry. Her whole body ached as she dressed, feeling the proof of her defilement trickling down her legs. She stumbled into the grimy hallway, cheeks flaming with humiliation and shame.

Priya had gotten her wish, her first riding scene… and it was the wrong kind of debut. Tears blurred her vision as she made it to the street, more fallen actresses then those who succeed. But she vowed that wouldn’t be her fate. She would rise above this, no matter who she had to fuck to get there. It was going to take more than a casting couch to break Priya.