Martina S – First Porn Performance Is A Blonde Whore Who Touches Herself For Your Pleasure 16 Min

Title: “Martina’s Lewd Induction into Porn”

The casting room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as the door clicked shut behind cheerful blonde Martina S. She took a step inside, her eyes adjusting to the shadows. The room was simple—a couch, some lighting equipment, and a curtained off area for changing. Martina had agreed to this casting call on a whim, her curiosity piqued by the mysterious ad seeking “confident, adventurous females for a special project.”

As she waited, Martina glanced down at her outfit—a scanty spaghetti strap top that left little to the imagination, and a miniskirt so short it was more of an accessory. She may have been a casting call novice, but Martina certainly didn’t skimp on setting the right tone.

The door opened again, and this time a man entered. He was older, dressed in black, exuding an air of cool, collected confidence.

“You must be Martina,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Thank you for coming.”

Martina nodded, feeling a twinge of excitement and nerves flutter in her stomach. The man gestured for her to take a seat on the couch.

“Now,” he began, pulling up a chair across from her. “I’m sure you’re wondering what this ‘special project’ entails. Well, Martina, we’re looking for fresh faces in the adult entertainment industry. Women like yourself, who aren’t afraid to explore their sensual side.”

Martina felt a roguish grin spread across her lips. She had never thought about doing porn, but the idea was thrilling. The thought of being so brazen, so uninhibited, sent tingles through her body.

“And what would I have to do?” she asked, leaning forward just enough to give the man a tantalizing glimpse down the front of her top.

“It would involve a bit of touching yourself, acting out some provocative scenarios… Showcasing what makes you unique and desirable.”

Martina bit her lip, a naughty thought crossing her mind. “I’m pretty good at putting on a show,” she purred, her hand falling to her knee, slowly skimming up her thigh.

“You’ll be amazingly at home in front of the camera, I just know it,” the man replied, his eyes subtly tracking the path of her wandering hand.

Martina felt emboldened. She stood from the couch and began to slowly remove articles of clothing, maintaining sultry eye contact with her interviewer.

“Well,” she began huskily, letting her skirt pool on the floor. “How about I demonstrate, right here and now?”

In nothing but a lacy bra and panties, Martina reclined back on the couch. Her hands roamed over her body, caressing every curve and dip. She threw her head back, a moan slipping from her lips as she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. Her full breasts spilled out, rosy nipples standing at attention.

Now completely nude, save for a scrap of damp cotton between her thighs, Martina spreads her legs wide and lets a finger dance along the cleft of her sex beneath her panties. Her hips buck upwards, desperate for more friction.

The man watched hungrily as Martina pleasured herself, his tongue gliding over his lips as he imagined them on those lush curves. Martina notices his gaze, and a devious plan forms.

“Feel free to touch yourself too,” she offers with a wink. “I know I’m not the only one enjoying the view.”

The man’s hand immediately moves to adjust himself in his slacks. Martina takes in a sharp breath, turning her voyeuristic games up a notch. She runs her hands along her inner thighs, massaging her tender flesh, before moving to rub her clit through her panties.

“That feels so good,” she croons, relishing in her expert touches. “I could use a tongue there though…”

Martina hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulling the soaked fabric aside. She uses her fingers to spread herself open, giving the man an unobstructed view of her dripping pink folds. He licks his lips, unzipping his fly to pull out his already rock hard cock.

With the first swipe of her own fingers, drawing a shameless moan from her throat, Martina notices the man stroke himself in time to her touches. The realization that she’s masturbating a stranger, that she’s putting on such a wanton display, only serves to heighten her arousal.

She brings herself to the brink, spreading her juices with a hand while the other circles her aching clit. Martina’s hips buck wildly, her body coiling tight and clenching in on itself, ready to fly apart.

Her cries crescendo with every move, desperate whimpers and shameless moans of ecstasy filling the room. Her hand blurs on her clit as her other fingers plunge knuckle deep into her sopping cunt.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she cries breathlessly, flashing a filthy look at the man on the other side of the room. His hand furiously works his straining erection,ister tracks on his skin and a guttural moan ripping through him betraying his impending release.

With just a few more vigorous thrusts of her fingers, Martina shatters. Her back arches off the couch, mouth falling open in a silent scream as ecstasy sweeps through her trembling body, her thighs shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Jets of cum pulse out of the man’s cock as he watches Martina cum on her fingers, both their releases washing over them simultaneously.

Sated delirium coats Martina’s smile as she languidly removes her hand from her dripping sex, panting. “So…was that enough to secure me the role?” she asks coyly, breaking the silence.

The man slowly regains his composure, tucking himself back into his pants with a wry grin.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replies, still slightly out of breath. “In fact, I think you’ll make the perfect addition to our little ‘team’. Welcome aboard Martina.”

Only once the door closes behind her interviewer does Martina allow herself to double over laughing, a private glee bubbling inside her. She knows in her bones that this was only the beginning of many scandalous encounters to come as an up-and-coming porn starlet. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.