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"Oh, yes Sir, Of course," she replied in a 'silly me!' sort of way, and quickly knelt in front of him,hands clasped loosely at her tummy, looking up at him for further instructions

He called her a 'good girl', and she flushed with pleasure at the compliment. She was a good girl. and his body said he wanted her! It couldn't get more successful than this, surely?

But what had he said? That she couldn't leave a man hanging ... so ...

Looking into his eyes for permission and approval, Mandy reached a hesitant hand to his tent pole and gripped it lightly, desperately hoping for more instructions
 
He watched her kneel, and then she waited. He stared at her, and he could swear he saw the wheels turning, so slowly. She looked at him, unsure of herself as she reached up and touched his cock.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned, his hips pushing his cock towards her. "That's good, baby girl." It had been so long, he felt like he could pop in her hand right then, but it was too soon. He had to make sure she knew what was expected of her. He waited as she held it, and then he let out an impatient sigh.

"Baby, what are you waiting for?" he said. He looked down at her, amazed. He knew she was 18, but could it be that in all her life, as sexy as she was, she'd never sucked a dick? He chuckled. Either she was hands down the best actress he'd ever encountered, or she was the most clueless chick he'd ever met. Either way, the move was the same.

"Go ahead and take it out, baby. Put it in your mouth." He touched her cheek, tenderly. He gave her his warmest smile, and kept the camera fixed on her face. "Be a good girl, now baby, and suck my cock."
 
With his permission, she carefully pulled the waistband of his shorts over the very long protrusion, and she smelt and saw the enormous organ at the same time.

Suck his cock! SUCK HIS COCK?!

She looked at the imposing instrument, and then up into his face, and a tear formed in her right eye and trickled unimpeded down her cheek to bounce off her naked breast.

She felt so wretched. She had come so far, only to be defeated at the last hurdle.

She couldn't do it.

Looking again into his eyes, another tear following the first, she said with trembling mouth,

"I'm sorry Sir ... I don't know how!" and she stared into his eyes in the deepest anguish, on her knees, her hands on his thighs, his massive manhood bobbing on front of her inexperienced face, hoping he'd be patient and teach her.
 
Oh shit. Mark watched a tear slide down the girl's cheek. The stupid little bitch was crying. She'd done everything so well up until now, and she was going to stop here? He clenched his teeth. He almost turned off the camera. She was naked, kneeling in front of him. Hell, she'd even pulled his cock out, and he was hard as a fucking rock. He was breathing fast, nostrils flaring, anger rising. He knew he couldn't hit her. If she was playing him, that's probably what she was looking for.

"I'm sorry Sir.... I don't know how!" she said. He stared at her. Her lips were trembling, more tears were sliding down her face. She didn't know how. He stood and stared, and then he gave a little chuckle. Was she for real.

"Baby," he said, looking at her in amazement. He spoke slowly, explaining carefully, almost like he was teaching a child. "Sweetie. You open your mouth, and you put it in. Be careful not to get your teeth on it." He put his hand on her head, guiding her.
 
Without hesitating, so keen was she to make amends, to see him right after making him feel so uncomfortable, she obediently opened her mouth and took the end of his dick in her mouth like a sweetie or ice lolly.

he was being really kind and understanding. First she'd worn the wrong clothes, then she'd made him feel awkward by making his penis all hard and standing up, and then she didn't know how to make it go down again. At least she was learning something, and he was a patient teacher. His hand behind her head guided her movements, and she let his cock slide over her soft tongue, plunging in and out of her relaxed mouth, making sure that her teeth didn't touch him.

Mandy looked up into his face for reassurance, hoping that what she was doing was helping his penis to go back down again. She wasn't totally stupid. She knew boys liked looking at girls with hardly anything on, or even nothing at all, and that they pulled on their penises when they got the chance, and that if they put it inside her, where her fingers made her feel so good, that's how babies were made; she even knew that they produced seed in a white cream which some of the girls thought yuck, other quite nice, but she had no experience herself of these things.

Until now. And it seemed she had a lot of catching up to do. Mark must think her very backward, she thought. Somehow she needed to learn this stuff, and learn it fast.
 
Mark was a little surprised. She offered no resistance or objection to sucking his cock, but she plainly had no idea what she was doing. When he pushed in, she let him, and where he guided her head, she went. But she made no moves on her own. It was almost enough to make him want to give up. Almost.

Then he looked down at that incredible body, naked and kneeling, and seemingly willing to do whatever he wanted her to. No, he wasn't going to give up on her. He was going to mold her into the perfect little whore.

"OK, baby," he said, moving her head back and forth, her warm, wet lips moving along the length of his shaft. "I'm going to let you do it. Just keep it going in and out like that. Be a good girl, show me how far down you can take it."
 
She held his thighs for balance, and when he let go of guiding her head she continued to bob forwards and backwards on her own.

Although Mark was patient, Mandy knew that she was disappointing him again, and tried harder. They called this a blow job and sucking off, so she experimented with first blowing out of her mouth as she moved forwards and back, and then sucking, slurping a little as saliva started dribbling from her lips, and then remembering him asking about how far down, she pressed right forward until the end of him was pressing the back of her throat.

He seemed to want her to keep moving, so she didn't hold him there, but pulled back and then pressed in again to the same depth, looking up now for more instructions.

Mandy had heard the term 'casting couch', and she just assumed that everyone did it like this. All her friends had been having sex for ages, and well known actresses did it even on tv, so it must just be part of the business.

Not only did she have a contract as a professional model, she was learning the business now, too.

She waited for his verdict on her latest efforts.
 
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"That's it, babygirl," he whispered, watching her slide her lips up and down his cock. She was a quick learner, he'd give her that. When he felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat he froze. Instead of freaking out, though, she just kep sucking, taking him as far as she could without choking herself.

"You're doing so good, sweetie," he said. "Keep at it, and you'll be sucking cock like a pro in no time." He grinned at her, and then put his hand on the back of her head. If she was going to be a pro, and he was determined that she was, she would have to learn to deep throat.

"Don't be scared, angel," he whispered, and then he pushed her down hard, thrusting his hips forward, forcing his cock into her throat. He pulled back, and then he thrust in again. A third time, and then he let go of her head.
 
Her eyes goggled as he pressed his tool even deeper into her throat! If his hand hadn’t been on the back of her she would never have taken it, but after a struggle he seemed to pop in.

She couldn’t breathe, and felt like she needed to keep swallowing to get it down. First time he was there only a moment, then he did it again, and after she gasped a breath he did it a third time!

So that’s what he meant by ‘how far down’ she could take it.

And he kept saying ‘sucking’ not ‘blowing’, so that’s what she concentrated on, trying to put a little pressure with her upper lip and tongue to keep control.

Now that he wasn’t holding her head, she did like before, keeping moving, but this time forcing him into her throat each time, and going deeper each time too.

After three solo attempts she again looked up to check how she was doing.
 
He let his head hang back as she kept deep throating him without his needing to tell her. It felt so good, and he was sure she hadn't faked that look of panic when he'd first forced his cock into her throat. She was taking to it like a fish to water, he thought. She was going to make a grade-A whore, and the thought pushed him over the edge. Just as she stopped and turned her big eyes up to him, he felt his balls tighten up against his body and his cock swelled.

He pulled his foot back before his knees turned to rubber, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. A strand of spit connected it to her lip, and he smiled at the hopeful, eager-to-please expression on her face. He zoomed the camera in close on that perfect face, and with his free hand, he gave himself two quick tugs. That was all it took, and the first hot spurt of cum caught her right on the bridge of her nose.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned, tugging again, streams of cum jetting out of his cock at her.

It had been weeks since he'd had a girl, and he was starting to wonder if it would ever stop coming out. She looked like a donut just coming out of the glazer, and he was reeling like a drunk, using all his powers of concentration just to keep the camera kind of steady.

"Oh my god, Baby," he sighed as it finally slowed down. He put the tip of his cock against her lip, as his cum flowed in a steady trickle now. "That's fucking amazing."

"Now be a good girl," he said. "Look at the camera and say your name, and tell me how bad you want to be a model."
 
Despite the hot slimy goo covering her face, Mandy smiled with pride and pleasure. But knowing that somehow this was important, a serious moment in her progession to being a successful professioal model, she concentrated and replied,

“Hi, My name is Amanda Pearce and I’m 18, just, and hope to graduate High School this summer, and I really, really want to be a model. I hope I made a good start today?

I hope you don’t mind that this was the first time I’ve done any of this stuff, but with any luck I’ll be better next time. Thanks for having me … bye!” and Mandy waved her hand right by her glazed face and smiled, licking her teeth as the mess dripped onto them from her nose and upper lip.

At first when he’d pulled himself out of her throat and mouth, she’d thought she must be doing it wrong, but as soon as a hot blast of his cream splashed against her nose she knew she was ok.

She was supposed to help his hardness go down, and Mandy knew that’s what happened after boys emptied their balls, so she smiled with pride at a job well done. She had flinched at first, but not wanting to disappoint him yet again, kept still with her mouth now closed as he fired blast after blast. Mandy half closed her eyes watching fascinated as his dick just kept pouring out more and more cream. It clung to her eyelashes, covered her forehead and nose and upper lip, and dripped down her chin. She could feel it hanging in strands on her cheeks, strands that wobbled with every little movement of her head.

And then he was no longer blasting her, but it was streaming out of his organ in a steady flow as he pressed it against her lips. She couldn’t help opening them and flicking her tongue out into that stream, and washing the fluid over his round end and over her teeth too, liking the texture, the smell, but there wasn’t really much taste. But there was praise, and she smiled with pride and pleasure.
 
He grinned at her with a smug, sleepy look in his eyes as she licked his cock. His cum covered her face, and she actually looked happy about it. He kept the camera on her as her tongue did its thing, and he felt his cock slowly twitching down as he came down from the rush of cumming. Reality crowded back into his thoughts. Numbers, mostly. Bills, money owed, income, debts, thugs with baseball bats and lawyers with paper. It was a lot to worry about. It was a lot to ask one girl who wasn't even out of high school to fix, no matter how sexy she looked. On the other hand, she seemed to have a real gift.

"Are you saying that's the first time you ever sucked a cock?" he said. He was pretty sure that was what she was saying, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to have her say it on camera. "Well, I have to say, you're a natural. You did a great job."

He smiled at her. She was used to the camera by now. As long as he was looking her in the eye and not shoving it in her face, he could coax her along. "It's good, because you're going to be doing a lot of it."

"You're looking forward to it, too, aren't you?" he whispered, letting her know it was ok. He wouldn't tell anyone.
 
She grinned back at him a little sheepishly.

“Actually, yeah, it was kinda neat! I don’t mind doing that again! … And yep, that was the first time I sucked cock. Back in England, in my boarding school, we didn’t get to meet boys so we just, you know, took care of ourselves and each other. And in the holidays at home Mum always kept me too busy ..”

He did seem really pleased with her, and she supposed that models had to do stuff like this at the start of their career. It had made her feel really sexy and wanted, the way he’d encouraged her, and she was ready to go again hoping to do a much better job.

“So do you think I might get some lingerie and bikini work, then? I did follow your directions well, didn’t I? And I’m sure I can do better next time?”

Waiting for his next instructions, she knelt there just looking up at him expectantly, licking the cum that dripped onto her lips, gathering it from the corners of her mouth with her tongue.
 
He shut the camera off and reached down to caress her cheek, beaming at her. He let all the warmth and satisfaction he was feeling show in his face.

"I shouldn't have any trouble finding you some bikini work," he said, his voice low, happy. He thought about what she had said. Experienced with other girls? That could be interesting. He'd have to find another girl for her to do a scene with. "You just make sure to keep doing what I tell you, and people are going to start to know this face."

He would make sure of it. He was going to make her famous, at least among the people that watched porn. He could have kissed her, except her face was covered with cum, so he leaned down and kissed the top her head instead. Then, as if a switch had thrown, his face turned neutral, and he turned away. He walked towards his desk.

"OK. That's it for tonight, honey," he said, his voice businesslike and professional. He sat down at his desk, switching on his computer. He popped the memory stick out of the camera and slid it in. "Go on home, now, and I'll be in touch when I've got something for you."

As the images of her started to appear on the monitor, he chuckled. That outfit. She'd learn. He just had to teach her.
 
He'd suddenly gone all formal, and Mandy guessed that meant he was treating her like a professional model. And she had a contract!

Getting up, she used a couple of tissues from her discarded skirt to wipe her face. She'd need to do her make up again from scratch!

She climbed into her bra and undies, skirt and blouse, and checked that she had everything.

"Thanks, sir ... I can't wait for my first assignment!"

She hesitated, but it didn't look like he was going to show her out, so she made her way past the pool again and through the house.

Driving home she thought about tonight's experience. She'd got a contract, beating all the other girls who'd applied. And she'd made Mark happy. She'd heard of the Casting Couch, and supposed that making him cum each time, at least until she was famous, was just part of how the business worked. Hopefully she'd improve each time.

And he was going to get her a bikini shoot! She might do a calendar! It was all very exciting.

When she got home, her mother was already in bed, but Mandy went in to see her and tell her all about the excitement of her first modelling job! But Mum had taken sleeping pills again, and wasn't listening or paying attention.

So Mandy went to bed, dreaming of being famous, and being photographed.
 
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He waited until she was walking out before he mumbled a distracted goodbye, but he watched her walk across the patio and around the pool with a smile on his face. He was lucky she had come along. It was nice to have someone trust him for a change, without him having to overcome all that suspicion. It was also nice that she was sexy and seemed to have a real talent for serving. The trust saved him time, which meant he'd be making money sooner than expected. The talent made him feel good.

He put the raw footage of their interview up on a special website, which only a select few subscribers could access. They were all local men, all had money, and all liked pretty young girls like Mandy. Then he started editing. He picked a few two minute clips. Her stripped off her bra and panties. Her crying as she told him she didn't know how to suck his cock. Her choking herself on it like a pro. Each clip bracketed at the beginning by her introducing herself, and at the end by her introducing herself again, her face covered in cum. He stamped the Silky's Entertainment logo, and saved the clips to a site that would slowly filter them into the free websites.

Then he began editing the full interview into a nice, twenty minute scene for his regular subscribers site, available to anyone for $ 1.99. Mostly it was talk. Only the last five minutes featured her sucking him, and it left the cumshot out. For $3.99, he cut a thirty minute version had a full fifteen minutes of her slurping, some of it the same thing from different angles, since she'd made him cum so fast.

By the time he was finished, the sky was starting to lighten in the east, and he walked back to the main house. He lay down on the couch in his clothes, knowing the sun would shine in through the patio doors in a couple of hours and wake him up. He still had to work out, tan, shower and take care of himself. A long night's work was no excuse.

At noon he was ready, if still a little sleepy. He had phone calls to make. Photographers, stunt cocks, promoters. Life happened fast in the world of porn, and he needed to capitalize on his new discovery immediately. In just the few hours since he'd put her videos up, there were already thousands of views of the free samples, hundreds of the paid videos. More importantly, there were tens of thousands of search requests for Amanda Pearce. He had to act fast.

He called her around five.

"Mandy, sweetheart, is that you?" he said, talking fast. "Listen, baby, I need you to get your ass up here, like, now. There's some people coming over that I want you to meet. And honey...." He sighed, loud enough for her to hear, and his voice lowered, more serious. "I told them you're a sexy girl, so I need you to look the part. Don't dress like a fucking librarian this time, ok?"
 
Mandy knew she wasn’t academic, and maybe was a bit gullible, always believing tall stories until someone giggled and she realised they were teasing her, but she did understand that the outfil of yesterday had been a mistake, almost costing her the contract.

Mandy wasn’t going to make that mistake again!

In the hopes of being paid soon, she borrowed some money from Mum’s drawer and spent the morning shopping, adding a few trendy tops, skirts and shorts to her wardrobe. Not many, and not expensive ones, but things that should show off her figure more than the professional dress of last night.

Mum was at work when she got back, so Mandy fixed herself a light lunch, “We models must be careful what we eat!” she told herself, giggling at her success. Then it was time to try on the new clothes in various combinations in front of the mirror, having such a lovely time that she hadn’t noticed how late it had become.

Which was when her phone rang. It was Mark.

Get over there? Now? Yikes!

Of course she said she’d come over at once, and hastily scribbled a note for mum saying that she had a job and would be home late.

Grabbing the car keys, and after quickly checking her hair and make-up again, she dashed out and drove over like before, except this time it was daylight.

Climbing out of the car with care in her short black skirt, making sure she didn’t scuff the knee high black boots, Mandy hoped the mesh-over-bra top would be the kind of thing Mark wanted to see.

She rang the door and waited, wondering who he had over that she needed to meet.

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