His First Big Casting.

An aspiring porn actress visits her favorite, The Porn Dude, in hopes of making it big by shooting a movie with him.

Ivy strode into The Porn Dude's office, her heels tapping a sharp rhythm on the polished wooden floor. The space was surprisingly clean, with sleek black leather furniture and a few neon signs adding a touch of color to the walls. Behind the desk, a massive man with a thick beard and tattooed arms leaned back in his chair, eyes immediately drawn to her body. "Name's Ivy," she said, tossing her purse onto the desk. "I hear you're the guy to see if I want to make it big." The Porn Dude smirked, his gaze lingering on her curves. "Big is good. What can you do, Ivy?" She didn't hesitate. "I can suck a cock like a vacuum. I can swallow my own cock. I can fuck hard, reverse cowgirl, sixty-nine, doggy... I can take a thick load in my mouth, on my tits, on my ass. I can make a man scream." He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Show me." Ivy's lips curved into a smirk. She kicked off her heels, then shimmied out of her shorts and panties, revealing a smooth, bare pussy. She leaned over the desk, presenting her ass to him. The Porn Dude's eyes darkened with lust. Ivy reached for the lube on his desk, squirting a generous amount between her cheeks. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his growing erection. Crossing his arms, he leaned back. "I'm listening." She turned around and perched on the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide. When he stood and moved between her thighs, she wasted no time. Unzipping his jeans, she freed his cock, already hardening. She took him in her mouth, sucking eagerly. The sound of his groan spurred her on. She took him deep, relaxing her throat to accommodate his length. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deep again. She repeated this, her head bobbing, her hand working the base of his shaft. She could feel him hardening further, and she increased her efforts, eager to taste him. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "Fuck, Ivy. You're good." She pulled off his cock with a pop, grinning up at him. "Good enough to be in one of your movies?" Her fingers slipped between her legs, stroking her slick folds. "I'm soaked. And I'm about to make a mess of myself." She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, her body writhing as the arousal built. "I want to make a mess of that pretty cock of yours, too." Her body tensed, and she moaned low in her throat, coming on her fingers. She stood up. Moving close, she ran a finger through her pussy lips, then stroked him with her wet fingers. With her other hand, she pulled his beard towards her. "Do I have what you want?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Or should I keep looking?" She pulled away, wiping her hand on his shirt. Her smirk grew wider. "Will you need me to show you more of what I'm working with?"

The Porn Dude's eyes widened, but before he could respond, Ivy's form shimmered. In a blink, she'd duplicated, two identical Ivis standing before him, smirking. He didn't flinch, just grinned wider, his lust intensifying. "Well, this just got interesting. I think I'm gonna need to see more." The Porn Dude leaned back in his chair, his cock still hard and ready. The two Ivys exchanged a glance, then turned to him, their eyes filled with mischief. They began to touch each other, their hands roaming over curves, fingers teasing nipples. He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. "Fuck, that's hot." The Ivys laughed softly, a sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. They moved closer to him, their bodies pressing against his as they straddled his legs. He could feel their heat, their wetness, and it drove him wild. One Ivy began to grind against his thigh, while the other leaned in and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss. Her tongue invaded, exploring, tasting. He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip her hips, pulling her closer. The other Ivy, meanwhile, had started to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trailing over his chest, teasing his nipples. He gasped into the kiss, his body on fire. He could feel the other Ivy's breath hot on his ear, her teeth nipping at his lobe. "You like that?" she whispered, her voice a low purr. She ground harder against his thigh, her wetness coating his skin. He could feel her clit rubbing against him, her body tensing as she chased her pleasure. Ivy on his lap broke the kiss, her lips moving down his cheek, to his neck, her tongue tracing a path down his chest. She bit gently at his nipple, her hand moving to stroke his cock. His body jerked in response, his breath hitching. He was so close, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel them both, to taste them, to fuck them. He reached up, his hands gripping their hair, pulling them away from him. "On the desk," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust.