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[M4T] Aspiring Actor on the Girlcock Casting Couch.
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It's always been my ambition to be an actor. I've done classes for years, learning classical techniques as well as method acting. I've done stage plays and I've had parts in small independant movies. But that sort of stuff still doesn't pay the bills. When people ask me "What do you do?" I say "I'm an actor". When people ask me "What do you do for a living?" I say, "I'm a barista".

I've had a lot of failed auditions, and it came to a point a week or so ago where I was used to rejections. There was one part, though, that I applied for that stood out.

The language of the casting call was pretty noteworthy. The role was an androdgynous sex worker, but that's not how it was worthy. "Femme whore" was how it was worded. Something about those words made the skin covering my spine crawl.

In the end though, it felt like a professional, if edgy picture. Worth a shot, at least.

When I turned up at the studio, however, everything suddenly seemed sketchy again. Rather than the plush offices on a busy street I'd imagined, I pulled my car up outside a grey box in an industrial lot surrounded by a carpet factory and a fish cannery.

I was on job-hunt autopilot as I glided through the reception and the next thing my conscious brain knew I was sat on a couch with an expensive digital video camera sat on a tripod between me and your desk, whirring with activity, the REC light blinking at me. You were sat there, eyeing me down with penetrating hazel eyes, black locks of hair framing your face. Your white blouse hung open, revealing significant cleavage and a hint of your lacy black bra, which you seemed perfectly unfazed by.

After a long silence, you spoke. "You've certainly got the look down, but I'm not convinced your can really inhabit the character of this... whore".

"Well, uh, I've trained pretty extensive in the method and, uh, I think I can definately inhabit the character of a, uh, sex worker.."

"But Sweetie, you say you can inhabit the character when you can't even say the word 'whore'"..

I swallowed.

"I can be a whore."

"I don't know, baby, I need proof. We need the right boy for this picture. I need to know you can get in character. I need you to strip".

Fuck. You were right! If I couldn't strip, how could I even hope to play a sex.. a whore? I had to prove my commitment.

One by one, each article of clothing fell to the floor as I attempted an unrehearsed dance of disrobement. All in all, I was pretty impressed. You were too, I think. A little smile had appeared on your face as I'd slowly revealed my slender, hairless body. I'd never liked my body hair, so I habitually shaved, and I was pretty much always on some sort of diet that kept me pretty slim.

"That's good.. but I did have a very particular aesthetic planned for this film.." you purred, baring your teeth like a shark.

"What sort of aesthetic..?" I replied, my stomach sinking with every word.

"Unsimulated sex. The audience needs to know it's real. I'm not just making a story here, I'm making art. I'm not looking for an actor to pretend here. I'm looking for an actor who can really channel this character.."

You stood. Everything you were saying kinda made sense to my artistic brain, even though the rational part of me was screaming that I should just walk out.

You were wearing a leather skirt underneath your blouse with a steel zipper down the front. With a slow rasping sound, you undid your skirt and I started twitching in place. A few seconds later, you freed your 10 inch cock from the confines of your panties with a satisfied sigh.

"You're gonna have to suck a lot of dicks for this role.. starting with mine".

"This is all.. tasteful, right? It's art?"

"Oh yeah, baby. You're a real artsy whore."

It's fine. You're just playing your part. You need me to be a whore. I need to understand the role. I'm not a slut. I'm a fucking actor.

I sank to my knees and there was a glint in your eyes that seemed to spell "victory".

Your cock was pointed at my face like the barrel of a gun, but I knew I couldn't back out without risking my credibility.. as an actor. I reached out and wrapped a shaky hand around it and started to stroke. My reward was a rattling, throaty groan. My lips reluctantly opened and my tongue began to snake around the tip, and your hand soon found it's way to my head. I didn't get much chance to tease you. Before long, my lips were forced to wrap around your tip and it was probing at the entrance to my throat.

Shit! Why didn't I prepare for this? What sort of whore can't deepthroat?

Before I had a chance to fully regret my lack of whore training, you forced your cock in my throat anyway and started fucking my skull. For a few minutes, I hung limp and let you have your way with me, relaxing my throat and barely managing to supress the urge to vomit. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, you pulled out.

"Bend over the fucking desk you filthy slut"

I guess I really did manage to inhabit the role, because I didn't hesitate to stand and bend over your desk, letting you plough me into the hard wood while the camera stored every second away for a little movie you were making called "Casting Couch Cumsluts".

It burned at first, I didn't think I could take it. A pained whine escaped my lips, and your thumb soon found it's way between my lips, and I knew without instruction that I was to suck it.

Your balls slapped against mine and you growled the sort of shit at me that would make most whores turn red. Eventually, I couldn't resist anymore. I was so... lost in the character that I started to enjoy your big fucking cock stretching my rear entrance wide and I was moaning just like my character would. When I was thrust onto the floor and you started to jerk your cock in my face, I knew not to resist. My character would rub her little clit while you came on his face. So that's what I did. You painted my face like a Jackson Pollack. This way and that, you streaked my features with sticky, white fluid.

You panted, catching your breath.

"Okay, Slut. You got the part. Now, go offer yourself to my secretary. It'll help you get into character to whore yourself out to everyone nearby".

I did as I was told.


Hi! I'm looking for you to play an unscrupulous porn director looking to trick me into shooting porn under the guide that it's an acting role. My kinks include anal, gangbangs, pee, bondage, feet, spanking, double anal and feminisation. My limits are CBT, cuck, scat, blood and animals.

Message me with a little detail about what direction you want to push our art film in if you're interested in playing.

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