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PASSION PRODUCTIONS: PART 2. WELCOME TO PORN CAMP. BASED ON A POST BY MARSHALMARMONT1815 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MarshalMarmont1815/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/PassionProductions2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/PassionProductions2b.jpg] Back in the casting room, Fernando's eyes were glued to Tiffany's voluptuous chest as she strutted in, her tits barely contained by a lace and satin camisole. He could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and he licked his lips in anticipation. She was a perfect tit; er, fit, with her youthful, rebellious look and a set of nipple piercings that screamed 'fuck me'. "Alright, Tiffany," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Let's get you comfortable." He motioned for her to sit on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. She giggled and sat, crossing her legs in a way that made her girlish pleated skirt ride up, revealing the tops of her fishnet stockings. He cleared his throat and started asking her questions, trying to get a sense of what she was willing to do on camera. "So, Tiffany," he began, "What makes you think you've got what it takes to be an Passion Productions star?" Tiffany leaned back, her tits practically spilling out of her camisole. "Well, I've always had a wild side," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "And I've got the right equipment, don't you think?" Fernando nodded, his eyes taking in every inch of Tiffany's exposed flesh. "I definitely think you've got the look," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. "But we're looking for more than just a pretty face and a nice set of tits. We want performers who are willing to go all the way." "How far is 'all the way'?" Tiffany asked, her voice curious. "We don't make just your average run of the mill porn here," Fernando answered, "we make hardcore, nasty and creative; some say depraved; sexual art. We make porn of real mothers, sons, fathers and daughters. Nothing is too taboo or off limits here." Tiffany's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'm totally down for that," she said, her voice eager. "I want to be in those kind of scenes. The kind that make people's jaws drop." Fernando nodded. "Good. That's exactly what we're looking for." He leaned back in his chair, his cock straining against his pants as he thought of the kind of scenes he could put Tiffany in. "Now, let's see what you can do." He picked up the phone on the desk. "Send in Julian." The door opened, and in walked a lanky, nerdy black teenager with glasses and a pocket protector, his pleated gray pants tenting with his excitement. His cock was massive, easily the biggest either Fernando or Tiffany had ever seen, especially for an 18-year-old. He had been discovered by one of their scouts in a college dorm, filming his own scenes with various willing co-eds. "Hi," Tiffany said with a coy smile, her hand reaching out to him. Julian took it, his eyes never leaving her jiggling tits, still minimally covered by the camisole. Staring lustfully into his bespeckled eyes, she drew his hand and placed it through her open camisole, resting on her pierced nipple. "Hi," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Fernando leaned back in his chair, watching the two young adults interact. "Julian, this is Tiffany. She's auditioning for a movie role. I want you to show her what you've got." Julian's eyes snapped to Fernando's, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "Now?" "Yes, now," Fernando replied, "And remember, we're on a tight schedule. Don't waste my time." Julian took a deep breath and stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and long, 11 fat inches. Tiffany's eyes widened with excitement and she leaned in to get a better look. "Oh my god," she whispered. "That's incredible." Fernando nodded, his own cock straining in his pants as he watched the two of them. "Alright, let's get started," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Julian, I want you to show Tiffany what you can do with that monster of yours." Julian stepped closer to Tiffany, his cock swaying slightly as he moved. She reached out and touched it tentatively, her fingers barely able to wrap around the base. "It's so warm," she murmured, her eyes going glassy with lust. Fernando leaned back in his chair, stroking his own cock through his pants as he watched the scene unfold. Tiffany looked up at Julian with a mix of awe and hunger in her eyes. "How do you want me?" she asked. Julian swallowed hard. "How about you suck it?" Tiffany didn't need to be told twice. She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her eyes watering a little at the sheer size of it. She began to bob her head up and down, taking in as much as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Julian's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a low moan, his hands coming up to grip her hair. "Yeah," he groaned. "Just like that." The sound of her sucking filled the room, wet and obscene. She was making a mess of him, her spit and saliva dripping down his shaft and onto her tits. Julian turned his head to the side and watched in the mirror on the wall just beyond the far armrest of the sofa. His cock disappearing into her mouth over and over again. He had never been with a woman who could handle him like this. Fernando watched with lustful awe. This was going to be a great match up. He could feel it. The raw, animalistic lust between the two of them was palpable, and he knew that it would translate well on camera. Tiffany's hand wrapped around the base of Julian's cock, pumping it in time with her mouth. She could feel him growing harder and thicker, his balls tightening against her hand. Julian's glasses had slightly fogged over from the heat of the moment colliding with the air conditioning vent above his head, and he had to push them up his nose to see the gagging expression on her face. The casting couch, once a pristine plush white upholstery, was now stained with pre-cum and spit, the fabric sticking to their bodies as they moved in a rhythm as old as time. The room smelled of sex and desperation. Tiffany took one hand to press along Julian's thigh, while she repositioned herself to lean over the armrest of the sofa. Julian took two smooth side-steps and was now standing with his monster cock over the armrest. Tiffany's tits are laying over that same armrest, her body splayed down the length of the sofa. Supported by her elbows on the thick padded upholstery, Tiffany's throat is now more aligned with the ebony phallus. "Take it all, bitch," Julian whispered, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. Tiffany moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hand then reached down to her own pussy, already dripping wet. She began to rub her clit in circles, her hips moving in time with her hand and Julian's thrusts. Fernando leaned in closer, his own cock begging for attention. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and raspy. "Take all of him, Tiffany." Again, Julian looked at the mirror facing him, beyond the other end of the sofa. He saw Tiffany, now kneeling and her legs spread wide on the big sofa. She has three fingers aggressively pistoning into her wide-set cunt. The glorious ass, the narrow waist the long flowing brown hair, and his own crotch pounding into her as she worships his divine phallus. Tiffany's eyes watered as she tried to take Julian's entire length, her throat stretching to accommodate his massive girth. Julian's grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly as he guided her movements. The room was a symphony of slurps and moans, the sound of an invaded throat, glurk, glurk, is now echoing off the walls. Fernando is seated just to the side of Fernando, but slightly behind him. He could see the hunger in Tiffany's eyes, the desperate need to please and be filled. He knew she was a natural, born for this kind of work. Julian's breathing grew ragged as he neared climax, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," Julian warned, his voice strained. Tiffany didn't pull away, instead, she took him deeper, her throat convulsing around the head of his cock. Julian's eyes snapped open and he stared down at her, his orgasm building. "You want it?" he growled. Tiffany nodded, her eyes wide and eager. Julian's cock erupted, spurting rope after rope of thick, white cum into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide at the stunning blast injected down her throat. She made an exaggerated expression of swallowing, to sell the would-be porn viewers on what they could not see, her throat never expelling his cock as he emptied himself into her. The tension in the room was electric as Tiffany licked Julian's cock clean, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "So," she said, her voice a little hoarse from the exertion, "when do I get to meet the infamous Miss Mordix?" Fernando chuckled and stood, his own erection tenting his pants. "You'll meet her soon enough," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "But first, let's get you signed and ready to go." The next few minutes were a blur of paperwork and instructions, but Tiffany didn't care. After submitting urine samples to confirm she's disease-free and telling the truth about her drug use, She was introduced to the producers and directors. Then the wardrobe department took her body measurements. Tiffany was now living the dream, about to become a star in the world's most infamous porn empire. The producers asked her about adopting a performance name so she could retain some privacy and yet enjoy being credited for her work. An internet check confirmed no living performer with the pen name of Tiffany Cummins. A Trademark document signed her new acting identity. She could feel her heart racing with excitement as she signed her contract, her name in bold letters next to the company's logo. "Welcome to the team," Fernando said, handing her a script. "Your first scene is tomorrow." Tiffany took the script, her eyes widening as she scanned the pages. She looked up at Fernando, her heart racing. "Are you serious?" "As a heart attack," he said with a grin. "You're going to love working here, Tiffany." ALICIA BUBBLES. Fernando couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as he called in the next auditionee, Alicia "Bubbles" Arnold. He'd heard whispers of her reputation even before Melanie had mentioned her name. At just 18, she was said to have an ass that could rival the most seasoned porn stars in the business, hailing from the rough streets of Compton. The door to the casting room opened, and in strutted a young woman with a confidence that could only come from knowing she had a gift that could make or break a man's knees. "You must be Bubbles," Fernando said, his eyes widening slightly as she entered. "Alicia Arnold," she corrected, her voice a sultry purr, "but you can call me Bubbles if you like." Her long, kinky black hair framed her beautiful face, which was painted with a smoky eye and a bold red lip that matched the color of her tight leather skirt. The skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs. On anyone else, the outfit would've looked trashy, but on Bubbles, it looked like the most expensive and exclusive attire one could possibly wear. "Hi, I'm Alicia," she said, extending a manicured hand to him. "But everyone calls me Bubbles." Fernando took her hand, unable to stop himself from looking down at her ass as she sat. It was true, her ass was massive, a round, juicy, bouncy wonder that seemed to defy gravity. "Where did you get that nickname?" he asked, his voice coming out shakier than intended. "You can see for yourself," she said, turning and looking over her shoulder at him. She leaned over the couch, giving him a clear view of her bare ass. The cheeks were so round and full they looked like they could swallow a man whole. "Fuck," he murmured, his cock twitching in his pants. Bubbles chuckled. "It's all natural, baby," she said, patting one cheek. "No silicone here." Fernando felt his heart race as he took in the sight of her. "Okay," he managed, his voice a little shaky, "Let's get started." The next few minutes were a blur of questions and answers, with Bubble's voice growing more and more seductive with each passing moment. She spoke of her love for the camera, for the way it made her feel alive and powerful. She talked about her past, growing up in the hood and using her body as a weapon, a way to get what she wanted. The room grew hotter as they talked, the air thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the underlying musk of her arousal. Bubbles leaned back on the couch, one hand playing with the zipper of her skirt, her eyes never leaving his. "So, you think you can handle the kind of scenes we put on here?" Fernando asked, his voice low and challenging. "I've been handling big cocks and taking it in the ass since I was less than legal to," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "There's nothing you guys can throw at me that I can't handle." Fernando felt his cock throb at her words, his mind racing with the kind of scenes they could create with a girl like Bubbles. "Prove it," he said, his voice a little gruffer than he intended. Bubble's smile widened as she slowly stood, turning to face him. She stepped closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Is that a challenge?" "It's an opportunity," he corrected, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. "An opportunity for you to show us what you're made of." Bubbles leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "I'm made for this, baby," she whispered. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love a good, hard fuck." Fernando's cock was painfully hard now, straining against his pants. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body. "Alright," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Let's see what you've got." Bubbles turned to face the mirror, her back to him. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a thong so small it was practically non-existent, the fabric barely covering the cleft of her ass. She bent over, her cheeks spreading slightly, giving him a perfect view of her tight, pink asshole. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice teasing. Fernando nodded, his eyes glued to her ass. "I do," he said, his voice a little strained. "Good," she said, standing up and turning to face him. She stepped closer, her tits brushing against his chest. "Because I'm going to need a good, strong cock to fill me up." Without another word, she dropped to her knees, her hand reaching out to unbuckle his pants. He let out a low moan as she pulled out his cock, her eyes going wide at the sight of it. "Damn," she murmured, her voice full of awe. "You're bigger than I expected." Fernando couldn't help but smile at the compliment as she took him into her mouth, her full, soft lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she took him all the way to the base. The sound of her slurping filled the room, her hand pumping his cock in time with her mouth. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the urge to cum growing stronger with each stroke of her tongue. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hair. Bubbles moaned around his cock, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let go. As she sucked him, she thought of all the scenes she'd be in, the men she'd get to fuck, the money she'd make. This was it. This was her ticket out of the hood, her ticket to a life of luxury and excess. Fernando felt his orgasm building, his hips jerking as he fucked her mouth. "I'm going to cum," he warned. Bubbles just sucked harder, her eyes never leaving his. With a roar, he exploded into her mouth, filling it with hot cum. She swallowed it down greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean. He looked down at her, his cock still hard. "You're hired," he said, his voice hoarse. Bubbles stood, a satisfied smile on her face. "I knew I would be," she said. "Now, let's get to work." Fernando couldn't believe it. He had just cast the next big thing in the porn world, Alicia "Bubbles" Arnold. Her audition had been explosive, leaving him more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He knew that the board would love her, and that she would be a hit on the West Coast. But before he could even think of the meeting, he had to get Bubbles out of his system. "You're mine now," he murmured, his cock still rock hard from her blowjob. "Let's see how that tight little pussy feels around this monster." Bubbles smirked up at him, her dark eyes flashing with challenge. "You think you can handle me, Spaniard?" she teased, with a seductive twist. Fernando's eyes narrowed. "I'll handle you alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to be begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you." With that, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her down onto the casting couch. She giggled as she bounced on the cushions, her massive ass jiggling with the motion. He stepped out of his own pants, his cock standing tall and proud. It was a weapon, a tool of pleasure that had brought many a woman to their knees. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. "You want this big, fat, Cuban cock in your tight little black cunt?" Bubbles licked her lips and nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she purred. Fernando climbed onto the couch, positioning himself between her spread legs. He leaned down, his cock brushing against her soaking wet pussy, and whispered in her ear, "You're going to scream for me, nigger bitch." Her eyes flashed with anger, but she bit her lip, the insult only serving to fuel her desire. "You better fuck me like you mean it, spic," she shot back. With that, he plunged into her, her pussy so tight it was like fucking a fist. Bubble's eyes rolled back in her head as she took all of him, her nails digging into the couch cushions. Fernando didn't hold back, pounding into her with a ferocity that made the room shake. Her massive tits bounced with each thrust, her moans turning into screams as she begged for more. "Take it, you little spic," she growled, her voice low and guttural. "Fuck me like you hate me." Fernando grinned, his teeth bared as he hammered into her. "You love it, don't you, little piccaninny?" Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room. Bubble's ass was a blur as he fucked her harder and faster, his cock disappearing into her over and over again. "You're going to take every inch," he said, his voice a harsh rasp. "You're going to love every second of it." "More," she demanded, her voice strained. "Harder." Fernando's hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more brutal with each passing moment. He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with the need to empty himself into her. Her massive round ebony ass rippled with every impact of Fernando's masculine pelvis. The waves of energy were like a visible pulsing of her ass, the epicenter impacted, resulting in the waves flowing outward, flowing the curve of the globe's surface. "You're going to take it," he panted, his cock swelling even more. "You're going to take every drop of my cum." "Give it to me, you fucking wetbac
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