Sexy African top model tricked into fucking at POV casting call

Title: “Casting Couch Caught on Camera”

The auditions were in full swing. Aspiring models eagerly waited their turn outside the sleek studio doors. Inside, Casting Director Ricky Size scrutinized each hopeful, sifting through the pretty faces for the next big thing. That’s when she walked in.

Tasha. Exotic, striking, a full-fledged African goddess. Her stern eyes raked across the room, exuding an air of determination and confidence. Every head turned. Every jaw dropped. The half-naked girls pouting on stage looked like child’s play compared to this statuesque beauty. Ricky was intrigued.

Tasha slinked onto the stage, hips swaying hypnotically. Ricky couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was all curves in all the right places, wrapped tightly in a mini sundress that left little to the imagination.

“Name?” Ricky demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Tasha. Tasha Okafor. I’m here for the casting call,” she replied coolly.

“Well Tasha, first things first – can you perform a little impromptu routine for us? We like to see how our girls move,” he instruction, trying to sound businesslike despite his racing pulse.

Tasha smirked. “Oh I can move alright.” She stepped onto the légèrement slanted stage and Ricky held his breath. Suddenly, the room thundered with bass. Tasha closed her eyes, exotic features illuminated in a kaleidoscope of neon lights. Her neck rolled, ponytail whipping from side to side as she moved to the rhythm. Slowly, she let her dress slide off her bronzed skin, leaving only skyscraper heels and a lacy black thong to cover her lithe physique.

Ricky swallowed hard, knowing he should look away but utterly transfixed by her raw sensuality. No mistake about it – this woman was sex personified. TheDefinition was an African volcano about to erupt. And his cock strained against his trousers, lengthening at the thought. He had to have her.

Tasha spun and shimmied, then dropped seductively to all fours, crawling towards him like a prowling tigress. Ricky backed up instinctively, boots clicking against the hardwood. Her hands reached for his ankles and he jerked slightly, pulse thundering through his ears. She slowly trailed her lips up his leg, leaving a glistening trail of heat.

“Tasha, I…” Ricky’s voice was a strangled croak. He knew this was crossing serious lines but he couldn’t stop himself. Her hands making quick work of his belt, sliding his jeans to the floor. Ricky was rock hard now, straining against the fabric of his boxers. Tasha licked her lips as she reached out a manicured hand and stroked his bulge.

“Oh my goodness, what a nice surprise,” she purred playfully. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s excited to be here!” Slowly she peeled down his briefs, revealing Ricky’s impressive length. She whistled appreciatively at the sight. No longer teasing, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, enveloping him in hot, wet succulence. Ricky groaned, tangling his hands in her silky hair.

“Fuck Tasha, you’re such a good girl,” he moaned, pushing into the back of her throat. She took him deep, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. Ricky threw his head back, transporting him to the seventh heaven. This would stay between them. It was just a bit of harmless fun. All part of his usual talent scouting.

Tasha drew the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, as though savoring a lollypop. Ricky throbbed at the exquisite torture. Then quicker than he could recover, she licked lower, dragging her slick tongue over his heavy sac. He shivered and shuddered with pleasure, balls tight with pent-up lust. He fisted her hair roughly and she gasped, eyes blazing into his.

“Uh-uh, I decide how this goes,” she said, stopping his movement. And before Ricky could protest, she pushed him flat against the floor. Now she was in control, kneeling over him and descending onto him nice and slow, taking every last inch. Ricky saw stars, boys zooming past his eyes as she rocked her hips and rode him hard, her ample chest bouncing invitingly. He sat up and cupped her tits, thumbs toying with her erect nipples. Tasha threw her head back, her shimmering coil earrings dancing as she moaned wantonly.

“Ahh don’t stop!” she cried, pleading desperately. Then as fast as a flash Ricky rolled them over and fucked her missionary style. Tasha wrapped her toned legs tightly around him, using gravity to pull him deeper. Ricky watched as his swollen cock punched her pink velvet folds, disappearing balls-deep into her hungry pussy. Her back arched sensually, a sheen of sweat on her ebony skin. He slid a hand under her ass and slapped it hard. The sting of it seemed to excite her rather than deter her. Mercilessly, he continued to pound mercilessly into her until she was trembling uncontrollably and crying his name between fits of ecstasy.

“Oh shi, Ricky! Aah! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna c-c-c-cum!!!” she stammered deliriously. He could feel her cunt clench rhythmically around him as she came long and hard. Ricky granted with exertion, sweat dripping down his face, every muscle in his body taut with the effort. He pulsed and quaked inside her, eruptions of hot, sticky cum filling her in warm jets. Tasha kept coming and coming,body twitching spastically as orgasmic shock waves rippled through her. Ricky collapsed on top of her, breath ragged and hearts hammering. They lay entwined in a breathless stupor, residual pulses of pleasure throbbing in their loins.

As reality began to trickle back in, Tasha pushed him gently off her, sitting up and wiping herself down. Ricky stood, woozy and tense. He realized what had just happened – what he had done – with crushing clarity. This could ruin everything if word ever got out. Things like this just couldn’t happen.

Tasha stood up too, pulling her dress back on with a cool confidence that made Ricky’s stomach knot. “See you around,” she said with a small, enigmatic smile, sashaying off the stage. He watched her go, not a single tremor of uncertainty evident in her seductive sway. He’d been duped. Tasha had never intended to be part of anything remotely close to his talentBecause she was already the top model in town, and she had just subjugated him like the toy that he was in reality. The illusion was shattered, and Ricky was left gaping like an open-mouthed fool. He sighed, securing his pants once more. It was a hard business to be in, indeed.