Passion Productions: Part 2. Welcome To Porn Camp. Based on a post by MarshalMarmont1815. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Back in the casting room, Fernando's eyes were glued to Tiffany's voluptuous chest as she strutted in, her t**s 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 'f**k 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 t**s 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 t**s. 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 t**s, 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 t**s. Julian turned his head to the side and watched in the mirror on the wall just beyond the far armrest of the sofa. His c**k 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 c**k, 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 c**k over the armrest. Tiffany's t**s 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 c**k, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hand then reached down to her own p***y, already dripping wet. She began to rub her c**t in circles, her hips moving in time with her hand and Julian's thrusts. Fernando leaned in closer, his own c**k 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 c**t. 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. "F**k, 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 c**k. 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 c**k 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 c**k as he emptied himself into her. The tension in the room was electric as Tiffany licked Julian's c**k 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 sh
