Real German pupil does dishonest at casting

It was a crisp autumn morning in Munich as Gemma arrived on the casting studio, her coronary heart pounding with anticipation. The 20-year-old brunette had at all times dreamed of breaking into the grownup movie business, and at this time was her probability to show she had what it took.

The studio was bustling with exercise. Producers, photographers, and different aspiring grownup stars milled about, the air thick with a mixture of pleasure and nervous power. Gemma checked in with reception, then adopted an assistant into the make-up room. As the artist labored her magic, Gemma’s thoughts raced. Was she actually about to do that? To naked all of it and debase herself on digicam?

“Nervous?” the make-up artist requested as she utilized a closing swipe of mascara.

Gemma swallowed arduous. “A little. But more excited than anything.”

“Well, just be yourself and you’ll do great,” the artist assured her, holding up a mirror. “There you go, stunning as ever!”

Gemma smiled at her reflection, taking a deep breath to regular her nerves. This was it. Showtime.

The assistant escorted Gemma to the set, a sparsely-furnished room with enough lighting and cameras. Seated earlier than her was the casting agent, a grizzled older man named Hans with a thick German accent.

“Gutentag, Fräulein. I’m Hans,” he stated, gesturing for her to sit. “I trust you know what today’s casting entails?”

Gemma nodded, her cheeks flushing purple. “Yes, I understand. I’m ready if you are.”

Hans smiled, his eyes roaming over her physique appreciatively. “Gut, gut. Let us begin then. Please strip for me, nice and slow.”

Gemma hesitated solely a second earlier than reaching for the zipper of her costume. She slid it down with deliberate slowness, letting the material pool round her toes to disclose a lacy black bra and panties. Spinning round, she reached again to unhook her bra, letting her ample breasts spill free.

Bending over barely, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and eased them down, kicking them off to the facet. Now totally uncovered, she turned to face Hans, a touch of a blush coloring her cheeks. This was actually taking place. And God, was she already moist with arousal.

“Mmm, sehr gut. You are quite the lovely specimen,” Hans purred, reaching down to regulate himself in his pants. “Okay, I want you to kneel in front of me now.”

Gemma complied, sinking to her knees as Hans undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. He fished out his flaccid cock, gripping it by the bottom and lewdly slapping it in opposition to her cheek.

“Go ahead, put it in your mouth,” he commanded. “Show me what that filthy little mouth can do.”

Down the rabbit gap she went, wrapping her lips round Hans’ shaft and moaning as his thick musk coated her tongue. She swirled her tongue across the head, lapping on the salty pre-cum already beading on the tip. Then she began to bob her head, taking him deeper every time till he hit the again of her throat.

“That’s it, take that cock,” Hans groaned, one hand fisting in her hair. “Such a great little German slut, aren’t you? Practically gagging for it.

Gemma hummed in affirmation, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she pushed by means of her gag reflex. She wished this, wished to style him, odor his manly scent. Her pussy was positively dripping, her clit throbbing between her legs.

As if studying her thoughts, Hans all of a sudden pulled her off his spit-soaked shaft and hauled her to her toes. He spun her round and bent her over the arm of the casting chair, her tits swaying beneath her as she gripped the arms.

“Let’s see how well this tight fuckhole handles a real man,” he growled, giving her ass a tough smack.

He spat on his fingers and rubbed the saliva between her thighs, pushing them into her scorching little gap. She was fucking drenched, her arousal smearing his thick digits. Sliding them out, he notched the bulbous head of his cock between her folds and pushed ahead, forcing his meat inside her resisting partitions.

“Fuuuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he grunted, his hips assembly her ass as he hilted himself totally.

Gemma moaned wantonly, her eyes rolling again as he stretched her out. She’d by no means felt so full, so totally owned. Her physique was alive with sensation as he began to piston his hips, his cock spearing into her repeatedly.

The obscene moist sounds of their coupling crammed the room, accompanied by the slap of pores and skin on pores and skin and their panting breaths. Gemma braced in opposition to the chair, her fingers digging into the leather-based as Hans pummeled her cunt. It was uncooked and primal, all finesse forgotten as he chased his pleasure.

“That’s it,Gem-ma, fucking take it,” he snarled, leaning over her again to grip her tit, pinching and rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. “I’m going to fill this slutty little fuckhole with cum. Breed you like the dirty whore you are.”

Gemma noticed stars, her entire physique quaking as his phrases pushed her over the sting. She got here arduous round him, her internal partitions clamping down on his pistoning shaft as she fell aside.

Hans wasn’t far behind. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and got here, his cock jerking as he pumped spurt after spurt of scorching cum inside her.

They collapsed collectively, splayed over the casting chair as their coronary heart charges steadily slowed. Hans slowly softened inside her, his sticky launch leaking out round his softening shaft.

Finally, he slipped free with a moist sound, his cum portray her internal thighs. “I think you’re going to do just fine in this industry, Fräulein,” he chuckled, giving her ass one final spank. “This was just the beginning. Get cleaned up and we’ll talk about your future.”

As Hans left to go clear himself up, Gemma slowly straightened, her thighs shaky and itching from the mixture of sweat and cum. She made her technique to the lavatory to rinse off and collect her ideas.

Sure, she’d identified getting into that grownup casting movies had been hardcore, however rattling. That had been…loads. Her pussy ached deliciously, a depraved reminder of what she’d simply executed.

But she could not deny it—she was already wanting ahead to what got here subsequent. The fame, the notoriety, the limitless cocks to suck and fuck. She was going to be a celebrity, beginning proper right here and now.

And she fucking could not wait.