The dim light of the private casting room filtered through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch and the cluttered desk where I sat, pretending to review scripts. The air hung heavy with the faint scent of stale coffee and anticipation, the kind that makes your pulse quicken before anything even starts. Then the door creaked open, and there she was—Molly Little, this stunning teen cutie with wide, innocent eyes and a body that screamed trouble. She was barely legal, her petite frame wrapped in a tight little dress that hugged her curves like it was painted on, the fabric whispering against her skin as she stepped inside.
“Hi, I’m Molly,” she said, her voice soft and eager, biting her lower lip as she glanced around the room. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and I could already smell the sweet, floral perfume clinging to her, mixing with the warmth of her young skin. She shifted on her feet, those slim legs in sheer stockings that made my gaze drop straight to her tight ass peeking just below the hem of her dress. This was the job interview she’d been promised—a chance at teen porno fame, or so the fake ad had lured her in with promises of cash and easy gigs.
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under me, and motioned for her to sit on the couch. “Come on in, Molly. Relax. We’re just gonna chat about the role. It’s a private casting, nothing too formal.” My voice was low, steady, but inside, my cock twitched at the sight of her. She crossed the room, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor, and perched on the edge of the couch, her dress riding up just enough to tease the smooth skin of her thighs. Up close, she was even more intoxicating—fresh-faced, with that young teen glow that made her look like she belonged in free teen porn, not some stuffy office.
We started with the basics, me asking about her experience, her dreams of breaking into the industry. She fidgeted, her fingers twisting in her lap, but her eyes sparkled with that hungry eagerness. “I’ve always wanted to do something like this,” she confessed, leaning forward so her cleavage strained against the dress. “Acting, modeling… whatever it takes to get that cash and make it big.” I nodded, scribbling fake notes, all while my mind raced ahead to what was coming. The room felt warmer now, the air thick with unspoken tension, her perfume wrapping around me like a tease.
“Alright, Molly, to see if you fit the part, I need you to strip for me. Show me what you’ve got.” Her cheeks flushed pink, but there was no hesitation—just that wide-eyed excitement as she stood up slowly. The zipper of her dress rasped down her back, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and the fabric pooled at her feet, revealing lacy lingerie underneath. Black, sheer, hugging her perky tits and that g ass I’d been dying to see. She turned for me, bending slightly, the lace panties cutting into her flesh, outlining every curve. I could hear her breath quicken, feel the heat radiating from her body as she hooked her thumbs into the straps and let the bra fall away.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and begging for attention, and she shimmied out of the panties next, kicking them aside with a playful giggle. Naked now, she stood there, this eager teen with smooth, flawless skin that begged to be touched. The scent of her arousal hit me then—musky and sweet, mingling with her perfume as she stepped closer. “Like what you see?” she whispered, her voice husky, turning to give me a full view of her ass, firm and round, the kind you want to grab and never let go.
I stood up, the bulge in my pants impossible to hide, and pulled her toward me. From my POV, it was all her—those innocent eyes looking up, her small hands reaching out tentatively. “This is part of the casting, right? To see if I can handle the job?” She was so close now, her bare skin brushing my shirt, warm and soft like silk. I nodded, my hands sliding down her sides, feeling the tremble in her body. “Yeah, baby. Show me you’re ready for teen sex on camera.”
She dropped to her knees then, right there on the rough carpet, her eyes locked on mine as she fumbled with my belt. The metallic clink filled the room, followed by the zipper’s growl, and out sprang my huge cock, thick and veined, already throbbing for her. Molly’s gasp was real, her tiny mouth parting in awe. “Oh god, it’s so big,” she murmured, her breath hot against the tip, sending shivers up my spine. She wrapped her fingers around it—barely able to close them—and leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading there.
The first slide of her lips over the head was heaven, wet and warm, her mouth stretching to take me in. I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, slurping noisily. The sounds were obscene—gagging little chokes when she tried to deepthroat, saliva dripping down her chin onto her tits. From my angle, watching down, it was pure POV teen porno, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently. The smell of her—sweat and sex—filled my nostrils, making my hips buck involuntarily.
“That’s it, mouth on my cock, Molly. Show me you’re the cutie for this gig.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core, her eagerness ramping up as she worked me faster, tongue swirling along the underside. I could feel her throat relax, taking more of me, tears pricking her eyes but she didn’t stop. This young teen was a natural, her lips smeared with spit, looking up at me with those pleading eyes that said fuck me without words.
I pulled her up after what felt like eternity, her mouth popping off with a wet smack, strings of saliva connecting us. She was panting, flushed, her tight pussy glistening between her thighs—I could see it from here, pink and swollen, begging. “Bend over the couch,” I commanded, and she did, eagerly, arching her back to present that perfect ass. The leather creaked as she gripped it, spreading her legs wide, the air thick with the scent of her wetness now, tangy and irresistible.
I stepped behind her, rubbing the head of my huge cock along her slit, teasing her folds. She whimpered, pushing back, “Please… I need it for the job.” One thrust, and I was in—her tight walls clamping down like a vice, so hot and slick around me. The sound of skin slapping skin started immediately, wet and rhythmic, her moans filling the room as I drilled into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Molly. This pussy was made for teen fuck scenes.”
She cried out, her body rocking with each pound, tits bouncing, ass jiggling against my hips. I grabbed her waist, pulling her back harder, the friction building that delicious burn. Sweat slicked our skin, the slap-slap-slap echoing louder, mixed with her breathless pleas: “Harder… drill me!” From behind, it was all sensation—her heat enveloping me, the way she clenched when I hit deep, the quiver in her thighs. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles that made her buck wildly.
We shifted then, me pulling out with a slick pop, her pussy gaping slightly, juices dripping down her legs. “On your back,” I growled, and she flipped, spreading wide on the couch, legs hooked over my shoulders. Sliding back in was torture— so deep this way, her eyes rolling back as I bottomed out. The room spun with the intensity, her nails digging into my arms, leaving red trails. “Watch me cum inside you,” I grunted, thrusting relentlessly, her stunning body writhing beneath me.
But she wanted more—pushing me down, straddling me now, her tight pussy sinking onto my cock inch by inch. She rode me like a pro, hips grinding, tits in my face for me to suck and bite. The scent of her sweat was everywhere, salty on my tongue as I lapped at her skin. Her moans turned to screams, “Yes, fuck my teen pussy!”—raw and desperate. I could feel her tightening, close, her walls fluttering around me.
Not done yet. I flipped her again, into doggystyle, her ass up high, face buried in the cushions. This angle let me go brutal, pounding her from behind, hand coming down to smack that g ass, leaving pink handprints. The sting made her yelp, then moan louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Give it to me… over and over,” she begged, her voice muffled but fierce. My balls slapped against her clit, the wet squelch of her pussy taking my huge cock driving me wild.
She came first, shattering around me, her whole body convulsing, juices squirting out as she screamed my name—or whatever fake one I’d given. The sight of her young form trembling, ass clenching, pushed me closer. I didn’t hold back, slamming deep one last time, feeling the build-up explode. Hot spurts filled her, cumming hard inside that tight teen hole, her moans mixing with my groans in a symphony of lust.
But we weren’t stopping. She turned, eager still, dropping to her knees again to clean me with her mouth, tasting our mixed flavors. The room reeked of sex now—cum, sweat, her arousal—all sensory overload. I pulled her up, kissing her roughly, hands roaming her body as she ground against me, already hardening again. “More,” she whispered, eyes dark with need. “For the job, I want more.”
I pushed her against the desk, papers scattering, and lifted one leg, sliding back into her dripping pussy. The new angle hit her g-spot perfectly, her head thrown back, nails raking my back. Thrust after thrust, the desk banging against the wall, her tits pressed to my chest, nipples hard points. “You’re such a hot teen, Molly. This casting couch fuck is gold.” She laughed breathlessly, then gasped as I pinched her clit, sending her spiraling toward another orgasm.
Her body tensed, pussy milking me, and I followed, pumping more cum into her, overflowing, running down her thighs. Still, she begged for it—doggy again, this time on the floor, carpet burning our knees as I railed her from behind. Her ass cheeks spread wide, taking every inch, the slap of flesh louder than ever. Sweat poured off us, the air humid and thick, her cries echoing off the walls.
We rolled, her on top once more, riding reverse now so I could watch that ass bounce, hands spreading her cheeks as she impaled herself. The view was pornographic—POV down on her grinding, pussy lips stretched around my shaft, glistening. She reached back, fondling my balls, urging me deeper. ” Fuck me like you mean it,” she panted, and I did, bucking up to meet her, the friction electric.
Hours blurred in the heat of it, positions shifting—missionary with her legs pinned back, exposing everything; sideways on the couch, slow and deep; her bent over the desk again, papers sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Each time, the sensations layered: the velvet grip of her tight heat, the tangy taste of her on my lips when I went down on her, lapping at her folds until she squirted on my face. Her moans were constant now, a soundtrack to our teen porno frenzy, raw and unfiltered.
She came again, harder, body arching off the couch as waves crashed through her, pussy spasming wildly. I pulled out, stroking myself to finish on her ass, ropes of cum painting her skin white. But even then, she turned, licking it off her fingers, eyes locked on mine. “Is that enough for the job?” she teased, voice hoarse, but her hand already reaching for me, ready for round whatever-this-was.
The casting room door stayed locked, the outside world forgotten as I pulled her close again, my huge cock stirring back to life against her thigh. Her skin was fever-hot, marked with bites and fingerprints, and she whispered, ” Drill me one more time,” guiding me toward her mouth…