Sexy Blonde teen squirts hard at casting audition

By: Jessica Trinity

The casting call was set in an old, quaint warehouse on the outskirts of Hollywood. Rows of girls lined up outside, all bubbling with anticipation. The open call had promised an “exciting new film” but details were vague. One by one, they were ushered inside by a stern, unsmiling woman in black.

Cassandra, a petite blonde with fragile features and an open, innocent face, sat nervously among the crowd. At 19, she was fresh to LA, chasing her big break. Casting calls were unfamiliar territory. She smoothed her sundress and tried to ignore the churning in her stomach.

“Cassandra!” The woman barked her name. The raven-haired beauty took a shaky breath before entering the makeshift audition room. A single chair sat in the middle, facing a camera. Behind it stood a grizzled man in a leather jacket, looking her up and down like a predator eyeing prey.

“Have a seat,” he rasped, voice gravelly. Cassandra obeyed, hands gripping the arms of the chair. “So, you’re here for the starring role, I presume?”

She nodded, voice unsure. “Yes, sir. I really want this part.”

He smirked. “Well then, little miss, let’s see what you can do.”

Before Cassandra could process his words, the man reached out and roughly grabbed her chin. He tilted her head side to side, inspecting her like cattle at market. Cassandra stifled a gasp at the bold action. This wasn’t how auditions worked!

“Nice tits,” he leered, releasing her. “Now show me the rest.”

Cassandra felt a wave of heat creep up her neck. The context of those words made her heart race. “You want me to – to make out with someone? Or, um, give a monologue?”

The man let out a clipped, humorless laugh. “No, sweetheart. I want you to strip. And I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours to get me nice and hard.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened at his blunt, lewd request. Strip? On camera? And…do what? This had to be a mistake. Casting directors didn’t ask such obscene things, did they?

“You’ll do great, honey,” the man encouraged, somehow both swearing at her and worse than a father figure. He stroked her trembling thigh in a way that made her recoil internally. “Now show me your tits. Let’s see what you’re working with.”

Trembling, Cassandra reached for the zipper on her dress. She knew it was wrong, knew she should just walk out and never come back. But the desperate, starving actress inside her whispered menacingly—

“Don’t you dare lose this part.”

Fingers shaking so hard she could barely function, Cassandra unzipped. The dress sagged open to reveal her delicate yellow bra. She watched the man’s eyes light up at the sight, tongue sliding out to wet his thick lips. Taking a deep breath, she slid the dress off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor. Left in just her underwear, Cassandra shoot her eyes down, unable to meet his predatory stare.

“Good girl,” he purred, stepping closer. “Now the rest. Off. Now.”

His tone made it clear this wasn’t a request. Swallowing hard, Cassandra reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. It fell quietly and her small, pink-tipped breasts were bared completely. She crossed her arms over herself instinctively.

Click. The man snapped a photo. “Good. Very good. Now the panties.”

Cassandra hesitated. The boundary she was crossing felt huge, terrifying. She clenched her eyes shut and let the panties slip down her shaky legs. In a flash, his camera bleeped again. Click click.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping closer. “Now walk over here and let’s test out these video skills, shall we?”

Once fully nude, Cassandra was steered by the hand to where the man now sat, legs spread in his chair. Jaw tight with revulsion, the terrified girl sank to her knees between them.

“Open up, princess,” he said, undoing his pants. “I want to see that sweet little tongue of yours get put to use.”

When his hard member sprang out, long and thick, Cassandra tried not to gag. He’s filthy. Repulsive. This is all wrong.

But the need to win, to succeed, to finally break out in the business…it overpowered everything. Grinding her teeth, she tentatively reached out and gripped him. The hot flesh pulsed in her hand, making her gag reflex kick in.

The man groaned in encouragement. “That’s it, just like that.”

Cassandra started to stroke him, the spit forming on her tongue. He grew even larger, harder, almost violently so. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. The first lick sparked a fear she’d never known before, cold dread pooling in her gut. The second was worse.

Cassandra gagged, immediately pulling back. The man just smirked, rubbing the head of his cock against her ansier, wet lips. “Do it again, sweetheart. Take it deep. Show me what you can do.”

With shaking fingers, Cassandra complied. She let him slide into her mouth, bobbing her head as he groaned in satisfaction. His cock was salty on her tongue, the musky scent making her eyes water. Bile rose in her throat as she gagged again.

Just keep going. You’ll get used to it. It’s just a dirty job, a means to an end. You can do this. You need to do this.

Cassandra sucked harder, tears leaking from her eyes. The man started thrusting into her mouth with abandon, grunting filthily. She was just a hole to him, nothing more. The thought kept her going.

When he came, thick ropes of cum shooting to the back of her throat, Cassandra fought her urge to choke. She swallowed, head pounding with humiliation and nausea. When he was finally finished, spent, she drew back and wiped her mouth. The coppery taste of blood coated her tongue—that newest bitch who broke all her teeth.

The man laughed when he saw the crimson streaks on her lips. “I think she’s finally showing some potential.” He high fived his sick little accomplice, who lubricated his bloody cock with spit. “We need to get her on a script and really mold her.”

After that, scripted oral, hardcore vaginal and anal penetration followed. The manipulative director toyed with her after each act, only to grow frustrated and snap viciously at his crew. No one looked at Cassandra. She was never spoken to again.

In the end, he fucked her one last time, painting her face with his essence as he called her a slut. When he was satisfied, he handed the broken, destroyed Cassandra a tissue, instructing her to clean herself up.

“Go home, little miss,” he rasped. “We’ll be in touch.”

Cassandra left in a blinded haze, her dignity ripped away. And even through the pain and degradation, she was almost audacious enough to hope…that she’d nailed the fucked-up audition.