Passion Productions: Part 2
PASSION
PRODUCTIONS: PART 2.
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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
