Camille's Audition - Chapter 3 (Porn Casting)

Chapter 3

We met again the next day.

I could tell that he was highly excited about meeting again, but I couldn’t predict what would happen next…

Ron summoned me to his studio around the same time as the day before, which was around two in the afternoon, however, this time it wasn’t for another round of audition. It was for nothing quite like that.

“I decided to hire you,” he announced to me first thing first as soon as I arrived at the small, but cozy studio.

“...” I didn’t say anything at first. I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to say. Furthermore, I tried to hide it, but I almost became teary after he announced this to me.

“Camille, are you alright?”

He noticed that I was a bit teary…

“Are you… Being serious? I got the job?” I finally asked him to make sure this was true. Not only that, but I even pinched myself to make certain that I wasn’t dreaming and…

Ouch!

I wasn’t, which was a formidable thing, even if I hurt myself to prove to myself that I wasn’t dreaming, at all.

“You have been hired, Camille,” he confirmed to me with a warm and comforting smile.

Yes! Everything worked out in the end!

“Thank you!”

“No, thank you. You deserve it,” he told me.

“So… You said yesterday that you preferred without condoms, right?” I seductively asked him.

“I did…” he admitted to me, scratching the back of his head.

“Then, let’s not wait any more time… I feel like I should show you this kindness for making me audition and for picking me as your actress…”

This time, we didn’t go to the audition room,

Instead, Ron brought me to a different room in the studio that I had not seen yet. It was the break room and in there, there was a couch that looked even comfier than the one in the audition room.

As soon as we arrived, I made sure to shut the door behind us and before waiting another moment, I sat on the couch and began erotically unbuttoning the many buttons of my blouse for him until he began seeing cleavage. Lots of it, too. Ron’s eyes widened. I could tell that he was looking forward to it. When I finally finished unbuttoning my blouse, my big tits automatically came out of it all by themselves without requiring me to have to pull them out in any fashion. That might have been because I was not wearing any bra today, as well.

Oops!

As soon as I unleashed, the girls, liberating them as I’d like to say, Ron’s eyes widened.

It was noteworthy.

I knew that he was into big tits, but there was something else. I didn’t know what it was yet.

“Something wrong?” I asked him.

“...” Ron didn’t say anything at first, which was quite alarming, to say the least.

“Mr. Ron?” I had to make sure that he was still with me and that I had not lost him as he stared at my chest. Although, this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. I kinda appreciated the devoted attention.

“Um! What? No! There’s nothing wrong. Everything’s fine. I’m simply kind of amazed,” he admitted to me. I still didn’t know what he exactly meant by that.

“By what?”

“Your areolas.”

“My areolas?”

“They are so… Huge…”

“I mean… Mom used to call them pepperoni areolas. She has the same on her breasts, but is that a good thing or not?” I had heard that a lot of people didn’t appreciate oversized nipples or areolas, but I didn’t know what he thought about it. I was still waiting for him to tell me.

“No. No! I loved larger areolas!” he admitted to me, yet, I couldn’t help, but think that this was not all and that he was keeping something away from me.

“Oh, good,” I smiled at him as he grabbed both of my large breasts, lifted them, and held them up until he—he eventually grabbed a hold of them, which was only a split-second after I finished my sentence.

Since we had already agreed not to use any condoms, Ron pulled his pants and underwear down himself and penetrated me without waiting another moment. I had already lifted my skirt and pulled my thong to the side, so he could fuck me all he wanted, and he sure did. He held both of my big tits in the palms of his hands, his palms and his fingers not big or long enough to cover my wide and large areolas as he penetrated me raw.

I began purring as soon as he began fucking.

“Mhm…”

Barely one thrust in my tight pussy, and I was already moaning. That man certainly knew how to do it right. I could tell that he was no virgin, and that made me so deeply happy. That made me feel a lot more comfortable knowing that the handsome man who was in the middle of deflowering me was no virgin and instead someone a lot more seasoned and experienced. I purely loved that fact.

“Oh, yes! Deeper! Yes! Ahn!” my desire for me and my constant moaning both intensified at the same time. Feeling him raw in my vagina was the best thing I could ever hope for. The big cock of that married man was incredibly smooth, even with all of those pubic hairs all over the base of his thick member and his ridiculously large testicles.

Ron caressed and felt my soft breasts for a minute or two, pressing his fingers in my dense udders. That felt remarkably comforting to me, but what excited me and comforted me the most was when he softly pinched my nipples and pulled on them, as well. He did so until he felt the urgent need to do a lot more with them. Ron leaned forward and started sucking on my erect nipples. Doing so one at a time, beginning with the one on his left.

He’s sucking on my nipple and he's surely going to push me over the edge…

… And it did!

“RON!”

I immediately orgasmed as he continued pumping his cock into my tight pussy.

Since we did it raw, we didn’t have any protection, and that was exactly what excited me the most about all of this.

Ron fucked me a little too intensely for his good, and he burst inside me without being able to pull out in time!