NetVideoGirls – Chloe Calendar Audition

The busty brunette beauty saunters into the audition room, her petite frame clad in a minuscule string bikini that showcases every curve. Chloe’s perky small tits strain against the skimpy fabric, nipples hardening under the camera’s hungry gaze. Her G-string barely conceals her tight, pert ass as she sways her hips seductively.

“Up for a bit of fun, are you pet?” the casting director drawls, eyeing her hungrily like a lion sizing up a gazelle. He’s an imposing figure – tall, athletically built, with piercing eyes. And as his gaze roams appreciatively over Chloe’s nubile young body, she feels a shiver of excitement and apprehension.

“Oh yes, I love to play,” she purrs, shooting him a coquettish smile. The room is hot and stuffy, her skin glistening with a light sheen of arousal. She can feel the director’s electricity, the sexual tension crackling between them.

“Let’s see what you’ve got then, shall we?” He gestures for her to hop up on the casting couch, unbuckling his belt as he moves towards her. His intent is clear. She flushes, heart racing, but lies back obediently on the worn leather.

The director sinks to his knees, roughly pulling her skimpy bikini bottoms aside. He groans at the sight of her young, pink, dripping sex. “Fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, burying his face between her thighs. Chloe gasps as his tongue finds her clit, lapping and suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves. She bucks and writhes against him, fingers clutching at his hair.

Within minutes, he has her on the brink of orgasm, quivering and panting desperately. He pulls back with a wicked grin, a string of her juices connecting his lips to her swollen pussy. “Teasing little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckles, giving her a sharp smack on the ass before rising to his feet.

Chloe watches with wide, lust-glazed eyes as he frees his massive, throbbing erection from the confines of his slacks. It’s thick and veiny, pulsing with need. She licks her lips hungrily.

The director roughs up her hair. “Ever sucked cock, kitten?” He presses the swollen head against her mouth, smearing pre-cum across her soft lips. She opens obediently, let him spear his dick into her hot, wet mouth. She struggles to take his huge girth but relaxes her throat, marveling at his salty, musky taste as she swallows around him.

She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing as she services him, relishing his groans and grunts of pleasure. He pistons shallowly into her face, holding her head still so he can fuck her pretty mouth. He suddenly lets out a guttural groan, hands fisting in her hair. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” he grunts, hips jerking as he unloads thick spurts of cum down her tight fluttering throat. She drinks him greedily, savoring the taste.

He pulls out with a wet pop, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. “Quite the little cumslut, aren’t you?” He muses, reaching down to roughly tweak her puffy nipples. She whimpers, chest heaving. The rough treatment only seems to excite her more.

Chloe shivers as he tugs her down the couch and hoists her legs up and open. She’s exposed, vulnerable, wetness trickling down the cleft of her ass. She hears him tearing open a condom packet and then the blunt head of his cock is nosing against her entrance. With a single powerful thrust of his hips, he impales her on his throbbing shaft.

She cries out at the sudden fullness, the pleasurable burn as her tight walls stretch to accommodate his thick length. He sets a furious pace, slamming into her over and over, backside slapping loudly against her ass. She moans wantonly, head thrashing on the lumpy pillow. He’s hitting her sweet spot dead on each time and she can feel another orgasm rapidly building.

“Fuck you like my amateur little whore,” he growls, one hand coming up to wrap tight around her slender throat, fucking her harder, faster, chasing his own release now. Her screams echo in the tiny audition room as she comes undone, pussy clenching and gushing around him. He follows seconds later, roaring in pleasure, hips twitching erratically as he fills the condom buried deep inside her quivering snatch.

They collapse together in a heaving, sweaty puddle, only his heavy thighs over her trembling legs preventing her from slithering to the padded floor. She shivers in tiny aftershocks, body glowing with satisfaction. The director props himself up on his elbows, eyes gleaming with cold, hard satisfaction.

“Not bad, slut. I’ll have my secretary book your dates. Now get cleaned up,” he drawls, rolling off her spent body and tucking himself back into his slacks without so much as a kiss on her neck. Well, she thinks with a smirk, sliding her drenched bikini bottoms back into place and wobbling out on unsteady legs, she definitely won the part.