Real Teens – Savannah Sixx Fucked During Porn Casting

Title: A Lewd Casting Call with Savannah Sixx

The sun beat down mercilessly on the concrete lot, reflecting off the windshields of idle cars like a miniature hell. In the shade of a nearby overhang stood Savannah Sixx, a petite brunette with an hourglass figure and a penchant for pushing boundaries. She nervously adjusted her skimpy top, the thin fabric straining against her ample bosom. This was the day she’d been preparing for, the moment when she would finally offer up her virginity on the altar of pornography.

A voice crackled over the loudspeaker, announcing the start of the casting call. Savannah took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and strode confidently into the makeshift studio. Inside, a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a leer sat behind a desk, puffing on a cigarette.

“Name?” he asked, barely glancing up from his clipboard.

“S-Savannah Sixx,” she stammered, a tremble running through her voice.

“Size?”

Her cheeks flushed. “34C.”

He nodded, making a note. “And how old are you, sweetheart?”

“Eighteen,” she lied. It was easy to convince people of such things when you looked like her – all doe eyes and full lips.

He finally looked up, his gaze raking over her body with all the subtlety of a heat-seeking missile. “Ever been in porn before?”

She shook her head. “No, sir. This is my first time.”

“Well, princess, why don’t you show me what you’ve got?”

Savannah hesitated for a moment before reaching for the hem of her top. She slowly peeled it up, revealing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin until her breasts sprang free, the dusky nipples already stiffening in the cool air. She let the garment drop to the floor with a soft whoosh.

The man licked his lips, his eyes glinting with unchecked lust. “Mmm, very nice,” he purred. “Now let’s see the rest of you.”

Her hips swayed as she shimmied out of her tiny shorts, kicking them aside to stand before him in nothing but a sheer thong and a pair of strappy heels. She felt both empowered and exposed, a delicate dance that sent thrills racing through her veins.

He gestured for her to turn around. She complied, the cool breeze teasing the curls at the nape of her neck. His gaze roved over her, appraising every curve and crevice. When she faced him again, she saw that he had unzipped his fly, his erect cock springing free.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded gruffly.

Savannah sank down, her pulse quickening as she reached for his throbbing member. She stroked it once, twice, before wrapping her lips around the head. He groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and pushing her further onto him. She took him deep, reveling in the weight and heat of him.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he grunted, bucking his hips. “Suck it, you little slut. Show me how much you want this.”

She did, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around his length. He shuddered, fucking her face with increasingly rough thrusts until he pulled away with a wet pop. “I think you’ve earned a ride in the casting car, sweetheart. Let’s see how you handle a real dick.”

A ride in the casting car? Savannah felt a flicker of unease but tamped it down. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? To be used and discarded by strangers, their libidos her only illumination?

She followed him out to where a black sedan sat, its windows tinted so darkly as to be opaque. Inside, the air was thick with musk and desperation. He guided her down onto her back on the cool leather seats, flipping her skirt up and her hips. “We’ll do it doggystyle first,” he decided. “Gotta make sure you can take it from behind.”

Savannah nodded, her body already responding to his authoritative tone. She felt his fingers delving between her folds, probing and manipulating until she was slick and ready. Then, with one hard thrust, he entered her.

She gasped, the sudden invasion sending shockwaves through her body. He was big, stretching her to the limits of what she could handle. But it felt so good, that burn and ache as he pumped into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely through the car.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered needily. “Use me. I want to be your little slut.”

Her dirty talk seemed to inflame him further. He gripped her hips bruisingly hard, pounding into her with a ferocity that bordered on violent. The car rocked and creaked, tilting on its axles as he took her. She was lost to the sensation, to the raw, base pleasure of being filled and used.

When he came with a groan, she felt empty and unsatisfied. But there was no time to dwell on it. “Town car,” he grunted, pulling out and making a disgusted face at the sight of her abused hole. “Dress up.”