Picking Up Chicks! – Innocent Looking Girl Happily Receives A Load On Her Face In Her Mouth 3

“Hey there, lovely ladies,” the casting director smugly greeted the naive younger brunette as she timidly entered the makeshift audition room, her arms crossed self-consciously over her revealing low-cut prime. “I’m here to help you make all your wildest dreams come true.” His predatory grin despatched an involuntary shiver down her backbone.

“I, um, just want to act,” she stammered, swinging her lengthy brown ponytail behind her shoulders. “I was told you have, ah, opportunities for fresh new talent?”

“Oh we have plenty of opportunities, cutie,” he leered, overtly eyeing her ample cleavage straining towards the skinny material of her shirt. “The question is, how badly do you want them?” His tongue flicked out to moist his lips as his gaze traveled right down to the lacy tops of her thigh-high sheer stockings peeking out from beneath her tiny skirt.

Anastasia felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and indignation at his brazen ogling. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I’m a serious actress! I’m here to prove my skills,” she said firmly, lifting her chin. “I’ll do whatever role is needed. Improvise, dance, sing…use props, even cuerpo, naked acting, is that what you call it-”

The director interrupted her babbling audition speech with a hearty chuckle. “Slow down, sweetheart. Let’s see what you’re working with first.” He circled her like a shark, taking in each inch of her lithe 23-year-old physique from all angles. “Show me how you move. Melt me with those big brown eyes of yours. Make me drip for you, baby.”

“I…just need to read from a script,” she protested weakly.

“Read this,” he ordered, shoving a inflexible object into her arms. Anastasia blinked and appeared down – it gave the impression to be an outsized dildo. She yelped and dropped it on the ground. “Pick it up,” the director growled warningly. Meekly, she bent down and retrieved the intercourse toy, her eyes extensive.

“Okay, now I want you to give it a nice long suckle, like it was the most delicious lollipop you ever tasted. Slow and sloppy. Show me how you’d please a real hard cock.” He eyed her expectantly, hand resting on the apparent bulge tenting his pants.

“But I don’t-immmfph!” Her phrases had been minimize off as he yanked her ponytail and crammed the dildo previous her fairly pink lips. Anastasia’s eyes widened in shock as her mouth was stretched obscenely across the rubber phallus. “Ungh, good girl,” he grunted, snapping an image together with his cellphone. “Now, nice and slow…suck.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she reluctantly ran her tongue alongside the shaft, struggling to maintain composure. She could not consider this was taking place. But she could not surrender on her desires now! If a bit oral was what he wished, she’d simply should endure it…

The degrading scene performed out for minutes on finish – her face reddened, muffled slurping noises filling the room as she choked on the massive toy thrust into her mouth. The director took numerous photographs, zooming in shut on her contorted expression, spit dripping down her chin.

Finally, she needed to cease, gasping for air. “I think…you got it,” she panted, wiping her mouth. The casting sofa tried to shove the dildo again in. “No! I’m done! I’ve played along, now I want to talk about real acting roles!”

The director shrugged. “Suit yourself. No blowjob, no deal. You want to be taken seriously, you gotta be willing to go deep.” Anastasia bit her lip, attempting to not cry. This day was turning right into a nightmare.

“On second thought,” the sleazy man grinned wolfishly, “I just remembered, role of a lifetime opportunity came up. Might be a perfect fit for you, Doll. If you’re bold enough to give it a whirl…”

She eyed him warily. “What kind of role?”

“A special one. But you gotta trust me. No need to thank me later for pushing you outside your comfort zone. It’ll be big! Bigger than big. You’ve got the…prowess for it. The question is…are you ready to showcase it? On camera? In living color?” He winked suggestively.

Anastasia hesitated. This was all taking place so quick. She pictured her naive nation bumpkin household again dwelling, prayed they’d by no means discover out about any of this… But what alternative did she have now?

“Okay,” she whispered, coronary heart pounding. “I’ll do anything. Anything you say. I’ll wear a sack over my head if I have to. As long as you promise I’ll have my big break soon!” She swallowed exhausting, sick to her abdomen however determined.

“Attagirl,” he stated approvingly. “Now, I want you to sit down right here.” He patted a low, plush seat on the stage. Anastasia shook like a leaf as she perched on the sting. The director took his cellphone and snapped a number of wickedly humiliating photographs of her wide-eyed, nervous expression as she waited.

Then got here probably the most degrading a part of all. The solid director positioned her limbs, grabbed her hair, gave it a humiliating tug, demanding she smile for the digital camera whereas she suckled the dildo in her mouth and shamelessly squirmed on the seat. He cajoled her, urged her to moan and writhe extra, as climax after synthetic climax overtook her physique.

Finally, drenched in sweat and fluids, she merely did not have something left to offer bodily. But to his sadistic satisfaction, her thoughts had already snapped, rendered her merely his for the taking. He towered over her trembling type, assured her that she’d get her break quickly, with cum-drenched hair plastered to her face in each body, as she wept and shuddered at his toes