Young Casting Couch Virgin_(0)

Pete started his porn company with three cameras and a few lacrosse team jocks that wanted to reel in easy puss. Those Bang Bus dudes nailed cheap bitches all the time and made millions. Pete knew he could do that. His freshman year he put up ads requesting “Adventurous Models” and made enough to buy an office off campus by his sophomore year. By senior year, Pete had so many skanky freshman sluts lined up he had to hire more bulls. They had to drink protein shakes to keep up. And Pete took his dick swimming at least once a day. He would look over the girls photos and rub his dick while they flashed their tits and cuts on the screen. Pete always lingered on the baby faced ones, the little barely eighteen beauties with perky breasts and shaved bare slits.

One day, Pete was in his office with his desk across from the scotch guarded couch looking through the list of girls coming in that afternoon. He saw a name he knew, a girl he remembered from high school. Amy Slate in homeroom with her 34C cup titties and low cut shirts. She had that fiery red hair that drove everyone crazy, even Pete. The Slate sisters were legendary in Garrett County for opening their legs in the backseats of cars, letting anyone with a rubber and 6 inches pound their pussies, going on birth control at 14 after Tammy Slate had that accident with her basketball coach and had to go live with her grandma for nine months. Usually Pete didn’t go for easy kitty but from what he heard, Slate girls were tight as Chinese finger traps. Pete wasn’t surprised Amy Slate was on the list. He was surprised she hadn’t come sooner.

Brad arrived, a muscular blonde with spiked gelled hair and a permanent confused look on his face. He just stripped without saying a word, getting naked and standing there with his flaccid cock hanging between his legs. The girl Candace came in a minute later and jumped when she saw him, giggling and giving him a good look. He shook her hand and said his name before guiding her to the couch and sitting beside her. Candace was wearing this tight black dress an fishnet stockings. Her breasts struggled not to pop out of the top of her dress. She reached into Brad’s lap, gripped his cock, and started stroking it in her milky white fist.

“I’m glad its not hard yet” Candace said with her thick molasses Southern accent “I like getting them hard.”

“Why do you want to do porn sweetheart?” Pete asked.

“Money” Candace laughed and pumped Brads cock up and down. His meat started to grow and spread her fingers apart. “Plus I’m good at fucking on camera.”

“Well lets see it sweetie”

She was good at it. Candace took off her dress and showed off big pearly titties with pink nipples. Brad kissed her and before Pete could even set up the camera, Brad has his 8 incher buried balls deep inside Candace’s snatch while she ground her hips against his, backing into him so their skin smacked together liked drums. Brad started grunting, grabbing Candace’s hips and plowing as deep as he could. She moaned and squealed switching up depending on the spot he hit. Pete stepped away from the camera and unzipped his pants. He let Candace suck him off for a while but didn’t cum. He was saving that for Amy Slate.

Brad got his nut and Candace got the fuck out. Pete sent his bull home for the day, peeling a couple hundreds from a stack and handing them over. Brad said “Thanks sir” and then left the office.