XFeeds – First Casting – Compilation

The camera zoomed in, the lens dilating as lights flickered on and a pulsing, low-hum descended into an otherwise quiet studio. A new voyage into sexual unknowns was about to be filmed, and the studio crew were itching with anticipation. The lights guided their eyes to the lone chair in the center of the room, where a curvaceous beauty was already waiting, perched on the edge like a svelte Lamborghini.

“Welcome to XFeeds,” the able voice of the director boomed through speakers. “Today, we have a special treat in store. Please welcome our latest auditioning angel–Natasha!”

With a wave of her hand, Natasha positioned herself in the center of the set, crossing her shapely legs demurely. Her high-heeled shoes peeked out from beneath a short sundress, a throwback to the 90s but with a modern, deconstructed twist. Her style certainly caught the eye of those watching, but it was her delicate face and beguiling eyes that demanded attention.

“Are you comfortable?” The director’s voice inquired, the lilt in his tone suggesting he had much more than comfort in mind.

“Absolutely,” Natasha replied, flashing a coy smile. “I’m ready to show you what I can do. I have the body and the talent, if you know what I mean.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, a suggestive move that spoke volumes of the carnal journey ahead.

“Alright then, let’s begin,” the director nodded, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Remove your dress, slowly.”

Natasha’s fingers moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, and with a tantalizing slowness, she dragged it down. The fabric rustled as it slid from her shoulders, revealing smooth, unblemished skin. She stepped out of the material, draping it over the back of the chair as she turned to face the camera.

The audience drew a sharp gasp. Natasha was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and a tiny thong, her shapely thighs and tight stomach on full display. Her small breasts were encased in the lacy bra, but it was clear that she had few secrets to hide.

“Good,” came the approving voice from behind the camera. “Now, remove your bra. I want to get a nice, long look at those perky tits of yours.”

Natasha flushed, but did as she was told, unhooking the clasp at the back deftly. Her breasts sprung free, exactly as the director had described them–perky, with rosy nipples that were already betraying her arousal.

“Fuck me, baby,” Natasha heard someone murmur as she played with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers until they pebbled against her touch.

“Spread your legs,” the director’s voice commanded, his words tinged with a hint of impatience.

Natasha complied, sliding one foot out while the other remained crossed at the ankle, perched daintily on the tip of her pointy heel. The pose put her sex on full display. Even across the distance, those with the keenest eyes could see how damp the lace had become.

“Having fun?” the director inquired, almost accusingly.

“I am,” Natasha gasped, the admission surprising even herself. “Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” came the reply. “Now, I want you to touch yourself. Run your fingers over your slit, tell me how wet you are.”

Natasha’s slender fingers dove beneath the scrap of her thong, the digits lightly stroking her slit. She inhaled sharply at the touch, her lips parting as she explored herself.

“Tsk tsk,” the director tutted. “Not yet. Save that for when you’re more warmed up. But I can see that your panties are soaked–_

To the director’s surprise and Natasha’s delight, a gasp came from the audience, clearly appreciative of the scene that was unfolding.

“Well, well,” he continued, his voice muffled by the hood. “I don’t think this little minx is doing any of this for the first time. She’s reacting almost as if she has an audience, and I know she doesn’t know who’s before her right now…”

In a flash, Natasha relented to her growing arousal and shoved her panties aside, her hand moving to slip a finger into her dripping wet sex.

“Oh god,” she cried out sultrily, bucking her hips against the touch, her finger moving in and out of her tight hole with delicious friction. She wanted so much more than that–she wanted something thicker, harder, hotter inside her.

Bringing her other hand up, Natasha plunged two fingers into her dripping folds, adding for stimulation as her arousal grew. Her hips moved in rhythm with her fingers, bucking and grinding down onto the digits as she pleasured herself rapidly, hearing the appreciative murmurs from the crew.

“That’s a good girl,” the director urged lowly, enjoying the show. “Cum on those fingers–”

Natasha wasn’t sure if she was growing bold from the lack of discipline, or simply too far gone, but she slowly brought two of her fingers to her mouth, her gaze still keenly focused on the man in the room as her tongue delicately darted out to start devouring her own essence from her sticky fingers.