Two amateur college girls come for a fake photo shoot turns into porn casting with erotic movie director

The Casting Couch

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the quiet campus. It was a perfect evening for a photoshoot – the light was soft, the air was crisp, and the cute little cottage we’d rented for the day had the perfect ambiance. I was there with my best friend Tara, a fellow art student who had convinced me to model for her portfolio.

“I still can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I groaned as I examined my reflection in the small mirror. My long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and I was wearing a simple white button-down shirt, my signature look.

“Oh stop being such a baby,” Tara chided me playfully. “You’re going to look gorgeous, I promise.”

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted our preparations. “Odd,” Tara murmured, “no one should be here yet. Are you expecting someone?”

I shook my head as she went to answer it. I heard some muffled voices, and then Tara called me over, a strange look on her face.

“There’s a man here who wants to talk to us,” she said quietly. “Says he models, like we do. But…I don’t know. Something seems off.”

Nervously, I followed Tara out to the living room where a middle-aged man in a rumpled suit was sitting on the couch, his briefcase resting in his lap. He looked up as we entered, giving us a lecherous grin.

“Ah yes, the lovely ladies,” he said, rising unsteadily to his feet. “I am Eros aorta, erotic film director extraordinaire. I was taking an evening stroll by campus when I saw you, and thought to myself, those are two fine-looking young fillies for the casting couch.”

Tara’s cheeks flushed red. “Excuse me?” she spluttered. “Are you insinuating that we…with you?”

Eros chuckled. “Not just me, child. You wouldn’t believe the number of producers lined up to view my latest cinematic masterpiece. I’m on the hunt for two fresh-faced starlets, and you two fill the bill quite nicely. Shall we get straight to the audition?”

He reached between his knees and unzipped his fly, fishing out a wizened, limp penis.

“Wait here,” Tara said, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. “I’ll deal with this.” She grabbed Eros by the arm and attempted to steer him towards the door.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, wriggling free. “Auditions. Right here. Now.” He eyed our cringing forms hungrily, sweat beading on his brow.

“Please leave,” I said firmly, reaching for the door handle. “There must be some misunderstanding. Tara and I are not involved in the adult film industry.”

Eros wrestled the heavy briefcase from my grasp. Popping the latches, he revealed a series of snowy white pills. “Ah, but you will be after one of these,” he chuckled. “Take two. Do as you’re told. I’ll be right back – just need to lock the door.”

He stumbled across the room, slamming his bulk against the portal. A significant crash followed as the deadbolt slid into place. Eros turned back to us, his teeth glinting in the fading light.

“Put one of these in your mouth,” he growled, holding out a pill on the tip of his tongue. “Use it to suck me off. I want those young quim holes dripping.”

I shook my head wildly, renewal how a. “No! Absolutely not! I’m not obsessed with you without proper consent!”

Eros lunged for us, grasping with meaty, sweaty hands. Tara blocked his path, shouting, “Outside! It’s in the cardinal directions.” She grabbed his arm, leading him toward the locked door. As he passed me, I could see his bulge, straining under his pants.

With a sudden burst of strength, Eros shook Tara loose, sending her stumbling to the floor. He charged at me, reaching for the fly of his trousers.

“NO!” I screamed, but he gripped me tight, grinding his erection against my bottom. The rough fabric of his pants chaffed my skin as he pinched a nipple and tugged.

“Take one, you little slut,” he spat, his half-bare penis flopping against my bare thigh. “I want my women obedient and wet.”

Tara crawled to the briefcase and grabbed one of the pills. “Take it, Mei,” she yelled, hopelessly trying to pry Eros’ sausages from my breasts. “It might be our only option.”

I wanted to protest further, but in a flash, Tara shoved the pill into my mouth. Its flavor exploded – musky, earthy, subtly salty. In seconds, a warm tingling spread from my mouth to my groin. Firming, growing, pulsing, eager for pleasure. Raw, animalistic, pleasure. And a deep, abiding desire to give it.

I looked at Eros, at his grinning face above his swelling phallus. I grabbed his genitals and squeezed, hard. “Majority, are you concerned? Give me more.”

Eros grunted, ramming himself into my grasp. His hands released my breasts to grab my hips, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. “Guess you’ll do,” he sprayed. “Into the bedroom. Now.”