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How I Became a Porn Casting ImposterHow I Became a Porn Casting Imposter”Geez, I really need a job.”That was what I kept mentally repeating to myself as I headed to my umpteenth job interview. This one in particular had a bit more gravity to it as it was not only at one of the more respectable companies, but because my time was running out with my roommate, Patrick. A former college friend of mine, I had really worn out my welcome as a roommate of his. Patrick was a successful producer in the media industry who had taken me in during some rough times in the economy. That benevolent act of grace had worn out as he seemed desperate to help me land a job so I could move on from his loft rather than vegetate there all day every day just watching internet porn.In order to improve my odds at the interview, Patrick had lent me one of his finer three piece suits and matching shoes to at least look the part of a qualified individual. I slicked my hair back, sprayed some of his more expensive cologne and accessorized with borrowed cufflinks and a gold wrist watch. Coupled with my creativity and charisma, I was really hoping to act the role of it as well at the interview, at least well enough to land the job. Alas, despite my compelling performance in front of the employer in which I had myself convinced I was management material, my roleplay couldn’t overcome the reality of my lack of experience and qualifications. Disheartened at another dead end interview, I decided to linger downtown in order to delay telling Patrick the bad news. I nestled on a bench in one of the city’s parks, idling for what seemed to be hours. I was at a loss as to what would be my next step, and struggled with the idea of prolonged unemployment and possible homelessness in the event Patrick would eventually cut ties.However, my downtrodden self-infliction was interrupted by a young woman bumbling through the plaza within the park. She was approaching one individual after another, each one rudely shunning her as she attempted to ask them a few questions. As she moved closer to me, more of her features became apparent. Tiny in stature, she barely reached 5 feet in height. Her skin was an unblemished light olive color like that of someone from a Mediterranean descent. Her curly jet black hair jutted out from beyond the brim of her cap which brandished the logo of a local chain sandwich shop. Despite wearing skin tight khakis, she wore an oversized company polo shirt, complete with a cashier name tag, that was tunic-like in length that covered much of her upper thighs. She looked like the insecure type of gal who was completely unaware just how attractive she was.The young woman’s facial expression showed she was visibly perturbed due to being ignored by yet another man in a suit and tie as he refused to acknowledge her as she approached him. Finally, her attention diverted toward me, locking in with a bit of uncertainty, probably anticipating I would brush her off as the dozens of businessmen had done before. She cautiously walked toward me with a clipboard, pen and stack of flyers in hand. As she approached me, I stared at her intently to let her know she had my attention. This must have thrown her off as she tilted her head downward, allowing the brim of her cap to shield her shy disposition. She introduced herself with her tiny voice that yielded a noticeable accent, not even audible enough for me to hear her name. In order to discern what she had just said, I looked to her name tag to see the unique name of “Milenka” which only confirmed my initial estimates of her ethnicity.”Well hello Milenka,” I warmly greeted her.Despite my cordial hello, she seemed to withdraw even further, seemingly surprised by my friendliness. I tried to trace her eyes downward, only to look down at the designer suit and shoes I was still wearing, only then remembering that I came across as one of the many successful businessmen that frequented this park opposed to the jobless mooch I really was. The young woman seemed to be intimidated by my manicured appearance, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in the same financial situation as her, if not worse seeing that she currently had a job. That misguided perception fueled my ego as I carried myself as if I really was a successful entrepreneur.”Ummm. What is your name, sir?” the girl asked hesitantly.I paused for a moment before answering.”My name is Patrick,” I said in an exaggerated deep tone, almost mimicking my roommate’s voice while giving his name instead.I couldn’t tell you why I lied to her at that moment, but I was so engrossed in my roleplaying that it was easy to become carried away like a seasoned actor. I remained calm, and held my chin up high as she fumbled to ask questions and take down my information. The sandwich shop where she worked was struggling for publicity which is how she was given the duty of handing out flyers and taking in surveys and information for promotions. It was a rather awkward task for anyone which only seemed more uncomfortable given the young woman’s timid nature.”May I ask what you do, sir?” she continued on with her short questionnaire.”I’m an executive producer for multiple media venues,” I continued to lie. “How’s business going,” she asked. I was unsure whether that question was for herself or for her survey sheet.”It’s going very well. Business is going very well. I just finished a shoot with some high end clients,” I rambled on with more nonsense I made up on the spot.There was no method to my fictitious persona, but rather I simply improvised with each question. It worked as the bashful woman before me seemed to be enamored by my fabricated character.”How are you doing?” I asked in order to break through her shy demeanor.She was taken back by my interest, but caved in by giving me mundane answers to how her day was and how her job was treating her. After a few more short and friendly questions from myself, I had soon unintentionally tapped deep in to her life as she began to elaborate on her past and present. Among her revelations of being one of six s!sters, being insecure about her English and immigrating from her home country to pursue a college degree here, she opened up like an emotional floodgate about frustration of being alone and invisible in a foreign land. My initial assumptions of the young woman matched her story: she was miserable. She felt helpless as she worked a menial job just to pay her mounting living expenses and education, struggling just to get by. In many ways, I related very much to her, but for whatever reason, I maintained my forged impersonation of a wealthy, comfortable individual.In an attempt to break her dispiriting tale, I tried complimenting her, using more fake stories of my own in order to cheer her up.”Hey, don’t worry! You’ll be fine. You’re way too pretty to be this upset!”She looked up at me again with a skeptical expression. “Stop. Really?” she asked with a breath of doubt in her accented voice.”Definitely. I’ve filmed women who weren’t nearly as attractive as you are.”Her eyes widened, not so much from my compliment but at the idea of a prospective job my lies had created. It was at that very moment that I realized that I had inadvertently played this vulnerable woman right into my own hands. I still could have come clean then, but something in me kept the charade going like a skilled conman. I became lost in my own fantasies.”What type of films?” she finally asked after having pondered about it for a full moment.I could already see she had her reservations which only intensified my fantasy. By then, I couldn’t think of any non-lewd response to the type of films she was asking. Rather than giving a blatantly perverse answer, I played it cool by dancing around the question with a cryptic response.”The type of films where pretty young girls like you star in without other people knowing,” I answered with a sly grin.I tried to answer her question without actually answering it as an attempt to see how far she would go with it. I was both partially surprised to see t
his timid young lady remain intrigued, while partially expecting it based on her current modest working situation. She was infatuated by my phony facade and my suggestive proposal, and it was driving me wild with power I never had before.Before ending our exchange with Milenka, I gave her a phone number for her to write on her survey sheet. It was another fake number as well leading to my roommate Patrick’s home line. At worst, it would be the target of numerous messages for free offers on sandwiches and value meals. But I knew I would be fielding a call from the young woman herself for a false opportunity I had for her.I finally arrived back at Patrick’s loft, completely forgetting about my failed interview earlier in the morning. It created more frustration for him than expected which may have worked to my advantage as he exited the loft in order to calm himself and avoid another exhausting lecture about how I had to get my act together. This was the perfect opportunity to prepare for my “casting audition”. I traded Patrick’s three piece suit for another glamorous dress-casual outfit of his, keeping the ostentatious accessories on with another designer watch and sunglasses. I rummaged through Patrick’s nightstand to lift one of his credit cards, using it to promptly reserve a room at the indulgent downtown Hilton. I raided his work equipment closet to grab two of his smaller but high-end video cameras, securing them in a discreet black suitcase. Everything was set. All that was needed was a return phone call.I patiently waited, full of confidence that the desperate Milenka would call. However, that assurance dwindled as the late afternoon transitioned into evening without even so much of a ring. My window of opportunity was closing as I was certain Patrick would be return at any moment. He would not take too kindly to me stealing his clothes, video equipment, credit card and worst of all, his identity to roleplay with a random young woman I had just met off the street.Just when I had planned to make a call back to the hotel in order to cancel the reservation, the phone rattled in my hand with the caller ID showing an unfamiliar cell phone number. I answered with my exaggerated deep voice only to hear no one on the other line. I waited a few seconds before questioning again which finally yielded the familiar soft voice I was waiting for. She sounded even more unsure, but nevertheless requested to see me about the opportunity I had suggested to her. I provided her with instructions to see me at the downtown Hilton, and I was out of the door that instant to meet her.I met Milenka at the entrance of the hotel. No longer in her standard food service uniform, she wore a dark, long sleeved ribbed sweater and fitted white dress pants. Even through her thick sweater, I could make out her petite upper body with a pronounced collarbone and scrawny arms. Her upper body tapered into a slim waist which only jutted out into marvelously wide and curvy hips and thighs. There seemed to be an extra shine and curl in her hair now that they were freed from that tacky restaurant-issued cap. With just canlı bahis siteleri soft pink lip gloss and a light whisk of eyeliner and mascara, she cleaned herself up nicely while retaining that natural Mediterranean beauty I was attracted to earlier. She seemed even more impressed with my appearance since I boasted Patrick’s pricey attire as I walked toward her and esc0rted her into the hotel.Luckily, there was no issue with a checking in with Patrick’s borrowed credit card as I had feared, and we quickly made our way to the 8th floor with my suitcase of video equipment on hand. Upon opening the door to the ritzy room, Milenka seemed especially infatuated by the hotel. Her inherent anxiety momentarily subsided as she dawdled around the room, admiring the view of downtown from the window, the amenities around the room, but most of all the luxurious king sized bed with golden bedsheets and ornate carved headboard. As happy as I was to share something extravagant with her, this was not what we were here to do, and I began to set up the tripod with a burgeoning bulge in my pants. I was certainly in too deep in my counterfeit casting to be that altruistic.Upon seeing the video setup, the young woman’s reservations returned as her body tensed up in front of the cameras’ lenses. I fixed one camera on the tripod, zooming out nicely for a broad view of the girl and the entire room. I kept the other camera on hand, freestyling with different focuses as I saw fit. Never had I mentioned what type of film we would be shooting, but she played right into my sham and filled in the suggestive blanks for me. While she was fully expecting my request for her to remove her clothes sooner or later, she remained sheepish at first nonetheless before removing her shoes at a snail’s pace and awkwardly fumbling with her pants buttons before reluctantly sliding them off. With my handheld camera, I zoomed in to her waist where her hands were folded tightly, obstructing the view to her still sheathed cotton panties. Without saying a word, I pointed with my free hand at her underwear, signaling I wanted them off. She disregarded my first request before reluctantly obeying my second, sliding off her panties cautiously in a way where she could maneuver her legs to guard against a view to her vulva. As soon as her panties were kicked off, she quickly stood straight and upright again with hands folded over her crotch as a makeshift censor bar. I asked her to remove her top, but she refused to remove her sweater, citing her insecurity about her breast size. There was a great deal of irony in the willingness to reveal herself from the waist down while being adamant about not displaying her breasts. Even through the thick sweater, I could still make out a perky bust that were at least a solid B-cup. I giggled to myself at her remaining bashfulness in a consensual adult video, but was still excited about her readiness to surrender her innocence to a stranger on camera.I directed her away from the luxurious bed she loved, and instructed her to take a seat on the frumpy arm chair on the other end of the room while fixing the camera on the tripod on her. She sat upright, body rigid in her posture with knees pinned together and hands once again folded to cover her privates. I began the ubiquitous interview as seen in amateur porn casting videos that I would watch all day long while unemployed at Patrick’s loft. I struggled to think of any questions to ask her, ironically using the same questions she had asked me in her own survey earlier that day when we first met. What is your name? How are you? How old are you? What do you do for a living? As I got into a rhythm, I finally got down to the raunchy side of the interview.”So what are you doing right now?” I asked.”Ummm. Shooting a video,” she said softly with a heavy accent.”What type of video?” I prodded.”….. A porno?” Her words, not mine.”Have you ever done this before?””No.””Does any one know you are doing this?” She skipped this question, withdrawing once more from shame. Her hazel puppy eyes widened as she thought about it deeply. I asked the question again, “Does any one know you are doing this?””No. I hope not. My fam!ly is very conservative and religious. They would kill me.””Why are you doing this?””Because.””Because what?””Because… I’m desperate for a new job.”I felt guilty about this act as Milenka reminded me of my own work situation. However, that didn’t stop me from continuing the smokescreen. I was unwilling to relinquish this fantasy as I observed the half naked woman in the LCD display of the rolling video camera. I wanted her. I needed her. I had her at my whim. Lights. Camera. Action.I strolled over to her smoothly with the free camera in my right hand still shooting. With my left hand, I began to undo my belt buckle and zipper. Milenka turned away, dreading having to see a strange man expose himself before her. As soon as I loosened my trousers, I snaked my hand inside my briefs to free my fleshy cock. The
camera captured all the action from a POV angle as it dangled freely before the young woman, still looking away as if she had never seen a nude man before.I hovered the tip of my naked cock just under her nose only to have her freeze before me. She closed her eyes tightly, clutched her hands even tighter over her lap and remained perfectly still, attempting to withdraw from the moment. She knew what to do, but perhaps was suffering from camera fright in addition to her shy innocent personality. I took the initiative myself, and prodded her soft pink lips with the head of dick, incessantly poking until her mouth broke open ever so slightly. With just that little bit of clearance, I slipped the tip into her mouth only to have her freeze again, leaving me to pull it in and out of her mouth on my own. I gently ran my hand through her hair, and cupped the back of her scalp to coax her into moving her head. After one more hesitation on her part, she folded her lips inward and began to slowly bob her head, simply going through the motions. As a result, I was receiving a rather timid and dry blowjob.As she moved back and forth on just the tip of my cock with the most basic of motions, I caressed her face with my left hand as a means to loosen her up. With my right hand, I zoomed in with the camera to get a closer POV shot of just her pretty face and the length of my penis. I had to get her to loosen up.”Suck it. Really suck it,” I instructed.After another moments hesitation, she conceded her lips by unfolding them, allowing them to drape and wrap snugly around the head of my penis. As a result, her bobbing action gave me a new softer and moist sensation that finally began to arouse me. The imagery looked better as well as the zoom-up of the camera captured the new polished shimmer of my cock’s head as she slowly wet it with her own spit.”Suck harder,” I upped the ante.She listened as she now added a slight vacuuming action, sucking on the tip as if it were really a lollipop. The slight tug from her suction had my soft cock growing right inside her mouth. With my left hand returning to the back of her head, I pulled her face in closer to get her to swallow more than just the tip. Her lips glided to the middle of my half erection before sliding back away, coating the soft flesh of my member with more of her mouth’s juices. It wasn’t long until I was finally rock solid and huge, forcing the young woman to focus on just the tip of my cock again.”Lick it.”There was no hesitation this time around as she removed my steel from her mouth in order to glide her tongue along the sides of my flesh. Given her limitations in her ability to swallow dick, I thought this would be the best opportunity to receive full stimulation along the entire length of my shaft. It certainly added some flair to the camera’s LCD screen as she looked rather cute tickling random locations of my cock with flicks of her tongue.With no command from me, however, she returned the cock back inside her mouth and continued sucking. For a brief moment, I finally saw her eyes as she looked up at both the camera and my face for the first time, taking note of my squirming expression as I enjoyed the feeling of being in her mouth. This must have pleased her as she began sucking the tip of me even harder, forcing me to pant loudly with exhilaration. While still an oral novice, she was graduating each level of blowjobs along the way, which only excited me. Yet, I still wanted to go deeper.I steadied the camera for what I knew would be a dramatic move on my part. With my free hand, I gripped the back of her head firmly, and pulled her face toward me as far as it would go. The surprised woman fidgeted as she struggled with her very first deepthroat. She began to foam at the mouth as she choked on a big dick for the first time. Her gagged throat omitted that classic wet clucking sound as she labored to keep her stomach’s contents down. As she tried to pull herself back, I had to push my own dick forward to keep the pressure on her tonsils. After remaining folded on her lap the entire time, she finally moved her hands up to push my waist from moving any further forward, coincidentally giving the camera it’s first clear peak at the shapened patch of pubic hair on her cute snatch. Her cheeks grew flush, and her eyes began to water, turning her clean, defined eyeliner into a blurry fade around her eyelids. Her gag f0rced extra salivation as drool flowed out from her bottom lip and down her chin, puddling on the bare skin of her thighs.”Not deep enough,” I challenged her.Realizing she was in for another ram of her face, she readied herself this time to take the entire length of me. It didn’t help much as she still struggled, eyes widening and throat coughing as it was rubbed with the tip of my cock. She did manage to take the entire size of me though as I felt her lower lip press against my hanging sac as I locked her face into my crotch. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four. By then she was gargling in order to get me to release, which only provided a nice vibrating buzz while my entire cock was lost in her mouth. Finally I released expecting her to be overwhelmed and anguished. However, she simply spit all the accumulated saliva of her mouth right onto her own sweater and bare lap, and began to suck me on her own once more.I didn’t know whether to enjoy the scene from my own personal point of view or from the recording cameras’ display screens. Both provided stunning visuals of the young amateur transforming right before me and the camera. I had rested my free hand, and stopped giving commands, but the casting blowjob intensified. She was slurping my cock on her own. Then, she was slobbering and spitting on my cock on her own. Finally, she began gagging herself on her own. I was reminded that I was not a real porn star/director when I felt my sac twitching painfully, ready to explode far too early for the film.”I’m going to cum on your face,” I announced.With her lips still wrapped around my cock, she looked up to me, flashing me an expression of disapproval.”I’m going to cum on your face. It’s a must in every film,” I elaborated perabet with an authoritative director’s tone.She continued to look at me with unwilling eyes, refusing to have me relieve myself on her face. I backed away in order to free my shaft from her mouth. I then ordered her to grab my cantilevered cock with her right hand as I, too, began rubbing my dick with my free hand. Using my left hand on top of her right hand as a guide, we jacked myself off together while pointing the urethra directly at the middle of her face. The entire length of my rod was nice and sloppy with saliva from her blowjob, which provided a sufficient lubricant as our hands jerked to and fro in unison. As I felt my cock convulse, I released my own grip, letting Milenka stroke me on her own before I was ready to pop.She could sense I was at my end as well, closing her eyes and scrunching her face to shield her from the facial she did not want. I tried to delay it just a bit, which made her open her eyes in tiny squint with both caution and curiosity. Her eyes quickly shut again as the middle of her face was sprayed with two voluminous wads of thick white semen, literally splashing about as it struck her lips and nose. I added two more long and accurate streams of cum that struck her between the eyes like a bulls eye. She grimaced even more from repulsion, attempting to turn her face away from the cumshot. I corralled her retreating face back, firing two more large bursts of white sauce on the right side of her face, completely coating her cheek and right eyelid.I was still cumming when I began prodding her lips with my twitching dick once again. She was unwilling to open her lips for fear that the collection of salty semen on her face would enter her mouth. She clearly had had enough with this video session. That didn’t stop me as I f0rced entry of my throbbing cock back into her mouth, squeezing my last few loads of cum onto her tongue. She cringed at the bitterness and texture as I moved my empti
ed dick in and out between her lips. I slowly humped her mouth while turning her head so that I could stretch her left cheek outward for the camera to capture.I flipped the camera’s LCD screen 180degrees toward her, and directed her to open her left eye, free from the puddle of cum that sealed her right, to look at the camera’s display which mirrored her face in a close-up preview of the show. She seemed appalled by the sight of her own pretty face being turned into an overflowing plate of gooey semen as my cock continued to stretch her left cheek as it poked to and fro. I wanted her to watch herself. I wanted her to watch herself plastered in a man’s cum as it slowly ran down her own pretty face. I wanted her to watch her own mouth devoted solely to pleasuring a man’s horny cock. I wanted her to watch herself being filmed, being recorded so that others may find pleasure in her actions.I finally removed myself from her mouth, leaving a long, connecting arching bridge of spit and semen between the tip of my cock and her lower lip as I dragged myself backward. I waddled back to the other camera on the tripod in order to get a view of the scene from a distance. Milenka just remained in the seated on the chair, completely tense and squinting from the only eye that didn’t have cum in it. She began to lift her hands up to wipe the contents off her face before I adamantly told her to stop as I let the cameras roll in order to capture her in the post-climax scene of almost every other porn film.Despite my epic ejaculation, watching her sit still with my own jizz running down her face kept my dick rock hard. After all, she was still sitting there pantless, and I couldn’t allow that to happen without a reason. My cock was far from going limp, and I determined right then and there that I was more than ready to continue. I was going to fuck her right on that chair with the cum still dripping down her face.I reiterated to the girl that she remain seated where she was as I adjusted the tripod once more to get a better angle of the next scene. I placed the handheld camera on the floor pointing upward at an angle to focus on the sight of her hole being penetrated by my massive cock. She still seemed to be preoccupied by her sullied face to object as I had firmly grabbed her by the ankles, spread her legs wide and placed her feet up on the arm rests of the chair. I hurried myself to my feet again with excitement, arching directly over her and hovering the tip of my cock at her entry. Without restraint, I plunged into her, overcome by the soft snug and wet sensation of her pussy. Milenka herself became startled by the sensation of being penetrated by a complete stranger. I feel as if I didn’t even give her a moment to adjust until I was stabbing in and out at a moderate pace. She squirmed under me, showing expressions of both pleasure and discomfort as I plunged in and out of her tight cunt. With her legs spread wide, she pulled the hem of her sweater to once again cover her crotch from sight. I looked over my shoulder at the camera on the floor to confirm the appropriate angle, seeing the perfect macro view of my thick cock stretching her pussy’s lips. Little did she know that the well placed camera between my legs had the perfect angle upward to capture our copulation.As I picked up speed, her tiny grunts turned into loud moans of orgasm. She seemed to loosen up enough to enjoy the romp, running her hands across my chest before gripping and pulling my shirt [or Patrick’s designer button shirt] vigorously. I decided to reciprocate her enthusiasm, aggressively clutching her legs behind the knee caps in order to powerfully pin them into her own chest. With the entire weight of my upper body pressed against the back of her legs and into her chest, I leaned over further and began violently throwing my waist into hers. I was giving her everything I had. Her eyes squeezed in her cringe, but her mouth opened wide to emit deafening shouts. This bashful young woman may not have been a virgin, but I certainly knew she had never been fucked raw like that.I turned my shoulder once more to observe the display screen of the camera on the tripod. The shear f0rce of me pounding downward into this girl was enough to vibrate the legs of the camera stand, but it retained the perfect view of her feet flailing restlessly in the air with her knees pinned to her chest. Her toes curled into the soles of her feet, then uncurled, then curled once more. Her hands gripped and shredded my shirt, then scraped along the sides of arm rest, then scratched along my back. The frenetic seizures of the orgasming woman countered the cadence of the room filling with the rhythmic echos of the wet thumping sounds as I stretched every wall of her womb with every f0rceful pound of my cock.I could have cum right there, but remembering my role as director, I tried to change up the scene for a bit of variety. I momentarily stopped, instructing Milenka to stand from the chair. She struggled to gain use of her legs, but momentarily propped herself up long enough for me to take a seat before I signaled for her to sit on top of me. She rested her back on my chest before guiding in my penis back inside of her from below. I decided to try and let her take the reigns, and she did not disappoint, bouncing buoyantly on my cock hard enough for the ripples to travel up her plump ass cheeks.As I sensed her becoming fatigued, I took over once again, lifting her legs so that her feet stood on the arm rests as her ass bounced on my abdomen. This propped her high enough for me to pound her from below while spreading her legs far apart, giving both cameras a rich view of her slit. It wasn’t long until we were back fucking in full f0rce from the reverse cowgirl position right there on that hotel chair. Each time her ass descended downward, it was met abruptly by the upward thrust of hard cock, stretching every wall of her vagina. Her possessed moaning was short lived as her face grew a bright red under the blanket of cum still on her mug, simply whining under her breath while incapable of omitting another scream from mind-boggling overstimulation.In another hurried scene change, I picked her from off my lap, rose to my feet and bent her over the hotel’s dresser, slamming her stomach and chest across the top of the long wooden surface. Due to her small stature, she attempted to tiptoe in order to reach the floor, only to have her feet dangle a few inches from reaching carpet. I grabbed the handheld camera from off the floor and readied myself behind her, pointing the lens directly at her bent over asscheeks. I wasted little time in f0rcing my cock in her pussy again, almost instantaneously resuming the quick successive thrusts as deep as I could.She began to omit a new, deeper moan in this position as I fucked her hard right into the furniture, causing it to creak and rattle against the wall. The camera captured it all as I was able to find new depths with my long cock, slamming so hard that her asscheeks had begun to glow with irritation from the blunt f0rces applied nonstop behind it. I rested the handheld camera on the dresser’s top just before the moaning girl, hoping to get a focused shot of her face in pure ecstasy. I placed it a few inches from the front of her face while grasping a huge clump of her curly shiny black hair in order to yank backwards. Her neck bent back enough for her upright face to perfectly mirror the camera’s lens, yet she was completely oblivious to her live action close up as her eyes had long rolled into the back of her head to cope with my cock’s never-ending pounding. This also yielded the best view of her face yet, still coated in every nook and cranny with sperm from the prior facial as she was fucked from behind. The thick consistency of semen kept it in place on her lips, cheeks, forehead and right eye like a rigid glue despite the constant, traumatic rocking of her body from behind.Despite the extraordinary shot I was getting up front, my own personal perspective was showing yet another sight for the eyes. With my hands clutching her waist so tightly t
hat her hips had begun to bruise from the pressure of my fingers, her ass had mounted up nicely as I continued smashing her cunt from behind. There it was. Her tight little asshole staring directly up at me, each wrinkle around the brown eye stretching then puckering up each time my penetrating cock moved in and out of the orifice below it. I had never had anal sex before. Never had I been remotely close to it with the defiant women I’ve had in the past. Yet, after months of watching endless porn videos where actresses readily consented it and seemingly loved it, I knew I wanted to try. I needed it. At this point, I was more than brazen enough to try, and I had aspirational delusions to make this the best damn porn film I could make.I didn’t even bother asking my little amateur actress. Rather than take her to the lavish bed she so adored, I picked her up from the dresser and dragged her down to the floor. I configured her so that she was on all fours, her face pushed flat down into the ground so that her sticky semen lathered skin bonded perabet giriş to the rug like super glue, her ass propped up high in the air. I still didn’t ask. She was too exhausted to deny me. With one camera pointed directly at her anus, I bent over with no hesitation and slipped the head of my penis in. Then another inch. Then another. Then another. Her feet crossed, one ankle over the other. Her toes curled so hard they made loud knuckle cracking sounds. Her fingers wove through the strands in the fabric rug before attempting to yank them right off the floor. Her face buried deep into the carpet as an attempt to guise her painful wincing. Finally I was as far as I could go. Every inch buried deep in her rectum. The front of my sac pressing into her swollen pussy’s lips. I paused there to revel in the extremely tight grip my shaft was in. Then I slowly slid it out. Then I slowly slid it back in.”Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” she muttered in successive high pitched whimpers as I slowly penetrated her rear end.I still moved slow, enjoying the sensation of my first ever anal penetration which I was fortunate to capture on camera as a memento. And the shy young woman just took it, giving up every single hole of hers to a fraudulent director with the misguided belief it would take her away from the sandwich shop. My fantasy was almost complete. I arched further over her in order to turn up the tempo once again. I began to bang my cock inside her tiny little asshole with power. With every pull outward, I made sure to free as much length of my cock as I could to make sure every smash into her rear end yielded the most f0rce of my shaft. My hands remained steady, holding the young woman’s ass up as she tried to retreat from the reaming of her hole.The room reverberated with the thunderous claps of her ass being piled into with f0rceful blows. The unrestrained humping of her tight asshole was far too much for her to take. However, as the assfucking continued on and on and on, she abandoned her appeals for me to cease and gave in to my whim in order me to climax. Her clenched teeth turned into an open moaning mouth. Her fingers went from shredding carpet to spreading her own butt cheeks apart. Her cries and pleas to stop turned into a hurried request for me to cum. And I was more than happy to appease her.With my second cumshot of the night approaching, I picked her from off the floor and brought her to a kneel. I slapped the bottom of my dick on her lips to signal her to suck me yet again. The idea of it no longer hurting her rear made the young woman more than inclined to take it in her mouth despite where it had just been. With it deep in her mouth, I rolled it around, making sure she could taste every bit of herself on my cock. With the camera focused and her lips sensually wrapped around the middle of my shaft as if she wanted to blow me the whole time, I popped shot after shot of warm fluid in her bobbing mouth. I labored to completely empty my stick, but was aided my her deep sucking which tugged my entire waist toward her throat.When I had finished, she slid my knob out of her mouth but not before giving a playful popping sound as it slung out from between her lips. I ordered her to look up at the camera and open her mouth wide, cum still on her face and cum pooled in her gums. “Swallow it,” I whispered.There was little hesitation this time as she tilted her head back to dump the sperm cocktail into the back of her throat. There was a slight scowl from the taste, but she returned her attention to my seeping cock, running her tongue from the bottom of my still oozing slit to the top to clean off the last bit of cum left. Finally, she planted one soft kiss on the very tip, before getting up and trotting to the hotel bathroom to clean up before I could say otherwise.I couldn’t object. I stood there in exhaustion, my phallus finally returning to an eased soft state after prolonged pleasure. I tried to collect myself by turning off both camera recordings and reviewing its playback. I smirked at my own amateur camera work, a bit shaky but brilliant shots nevertheless. This fake character of mine pulled off my greatest role play. I was quite proud of all I had accomplished. But then it hit me…What I accomplished was nothing more than a counterfeit career. Pure fantasy. An angry Patrick was undoubtedly waiting for me back at his place, and I was sure this was my last chance. I would have to return to my reality. Milenka would have to return to hers. This was our last hoorah together. As the anxiety hit full stride, the blo0d coursed through my body giving me yet another erection, a nervous boner if you will. I didn’t want to leave porn casting imagination just yet.That mini panic attack and the effect of reality setting in just made me realize how powerful I was in this past hour with Milenka. I didn’t want to relinquish it. That was reason enough to have me banging on the bathroom door. She opened the door startled at the ruckus, still trying to wipe the semen from the bridge of her nose. I barged in clumsily with tripod and both cameras tucked in my arms. She was in disbelief at my sexual endurance, and attempted to ignore me by returning to the sink in order to wash her face. As she bent over the sink, still naked below the belt, I hastily grabbed her by the waist, and began to pump into her for yet another round of fucking as she simultaneously splashed water over her face. We were back in a full romp as I banged her relentlessly, the both of us screeching from orgasm. Her thighs had begun to quiver with her feet stretching out between my legs and behind me, trying to find something to brace herself as her legs failed. In order to help her, I took her to the toilet where I sat down, guiding her back on top of me. Before she could sit on my lap, I pressed the tip of my cock at the entry of her ass once more.She had begun to ride me anally as I sat on the porcelain. Within minutes, I was oozing more cum into her rectum, using it as a lubricant as I continued to plow in and out of her asshole. I requested her to clean me off, making her suck the ass cream off every inch of my sticky cock. She licked around every crevice of each vein, even diving her tongue into my balls, getting in between each wrinkle of my scrotum to get every last drop of her anal creampie.Yet, I still wasn’t done. The camera had half a battery still left.Upon dragging her back to the hotel bedroom, I had finally emboldened her enough for her to reveal her tits, lifting her thick sweater just enough for a gorgeous pair of smooth perky breasts to bounce in front of the camera. I enjoyed them so much that I wished to share them with others, pulling the girl and camera toward the window for yet another scene. Using her sweater pulled up just under her neck, I used it like a leash and collar to yank and maneuver her toward the window before pressing her into the pane. The cold surface of glass make her nipples fully erect only to smash inward as I pressed her into the floor-to-ceiling window face first before fucking her from behind for the entire downtown district to see.She
no longer cared about the new level of exhibitionism as her feeble nature yielded to the character of a first class porn star. Bystanders and pedestrians gathered below at her full frontal nudity splayed across the large window, watching a free explicit show of a young woman used in front of them. I pounded her so hard through the window, I was rather surprised to not see it give way. Milenka no longer proved to be as fragile either, as she took every thrust as if I were trying to break her like a champ until I finally spilled more cum on her bare rump.Yet, I still wasn’t done.I finally brought her to the bed she was so enamored by to spend my last bit of energy left. She was pushed through even more limits, being fucking so hard doggystyle that her noggin and face smashed into the ornate headboard. I fucked her as she laid upside down hanging off the side of the bed, legs pressed tight together with feet flailing in the air. I turned her over and stuck it deep in her ass once again, forcing her to rip and tear into the opulent gold sheets from the agony of having her ass reamed for yet another round. My last cumshot was rather miniscule as I squeezed a few drops on her face, with beads of white droplets scattered randomly from ear to ear. I requested that she refrain from wiping her face to which she silently obliged.It was perfect timing too as both cameras beeped and flashed with warnings of a drained battery. I turned them off, and removed both memory discs from storage, carefully pocketing them as if they were valuable currency. I, myself, had no cash to give to the actress, never even thinking about compensation aspect in the event I had actually casted her to my fraudulent video shoot. As we dressed and exited the hotel room, I tried to think of some way of explaining to the young woman how this was all a made up scam. There was no job opportunity for her. There was no financial gain for her. I was far from a successful producer.To my surprise, she never asked. As we got back to the sidewalk, she granted me a modest salutation, looking rather despondent with drippings of semen still on her face in public before turning away. Her stride was visibly wobbly and tender when she walked away, never looking back at the stranger who seduced his way into her. She probably didn’t want any money. It would only be a physical reminder to the night she was used and humiliated in every possible way.I returned to the loft with an irate Patrick waiting for me on the living room couch. Walking in with another borrowed set of his clothes and his expensive video equipment only exacerbated the act of stealing and using his credit card, which he wasted little time exposing to me via a phone call from the hotel. Typically, I would have been beyond remorseful as I was after every failed job interview, but at that very moment, I could care less. When he demanded immediate payment lest I be thrown out on the the street that instant, I calmly slid two DVD disk cases toward him on the coffee table, before turning my back to him and walking away. I didn’t bother to look at his expression, but I took his silence from then on as both bewilderment and anguish as I headed to my room to begin packing anyway.An hour had passed, and I finally managed to fit my last pair of socks into my makeshift trash bag luggage. The long drawn silence from Patrick finally broke when he knocked on my door and entered. His face looked a bit more relaxed as he seemingly calmed down.”Look. I’ll pay you back when I can,” I calmly stated trying to diffuse the situation.Rather than say anything, his expression relaxed even more into a slight smirk. He raised the two unlabeled DVD disks, free from their plastic cases to show that he had watched them.”Consider it paid,” he said with an even larger smile. “Should take care of this month’s rent as well.”I looked at him as if he were sarcastic, but his demeanor revealed that he rather enjoyed what he had watched, what I had filmed. “Of course, this is only enough for now. You’re going to have to film a lot more of these in the future to earn your keep,” Patrick said before pausing with an enlightened look on his face as if a light bulb just went off in his head.”You know. I think we just may have finally found a job for you.”-by cornball

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