Fucked Hard Against the Wall

The casting office was a sleek, modern setup—glass walls, a plush leather couch, and a desk that screamed power. I’d been in the adult film industry for years, directing scenes that pushed boundaries, but nothing prepared me for Lily. She walked in, all wide-eyed innocence, her sundress hugging her curves in a way that made my pulse jump. At 22, she was new to this, her nervous smile betraying her attempt to play it cool. But there was a spark in her green eyes, a hint of mischief that told me she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.

“Mr. Cole?” she asked, her voice soft but steady, clutching a portfolio. “I’m here for the audition.”

I leaned back in my chair, sizing her up. “Call me Jake. You nervous, Lily?”

She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. “A little. But I’m… curious.”

I grinned, standing to circle her, my gaze lingering on the way her dress clung to her hips. “Curious is good. Let’s see what you’ve got. Strip down to your underwear.”

Her eyes widened, but she nodded, slipping the dress off to reveal a lacy white bra and matching panties. Her body was a fucking masterpiece—soft curves, tight waist, and a perky ass that begged to be touched. I stepped closer, my voice low. “You ever done anything hardcore before?”

She shook her head, her cheeks pink. “No, but… I want to try.”

I gestured to the couch, but something about her… that mix of innocence and defiance… made me want to push her limits. “Not there,” I said, pointing to the wall. “Over here. Hands against it.”

She hesitated, then obeyed, her palms pressing against the cool glass, her ass jutting out slightly. I moved behind her, my cock already straining against my jeans. “Spread your legs,” I said, and she did, her breath hitching. I ran a hand down her spine, feeling her shiver, then delivered a sharp spank to her ass. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Like that?” I asked, my hand lingering, feeling the heat of her skin.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice trembling with excitement. “Do it again.”

I smirked, giving her another spank, harder this time, watching her ass jiggle. “Good girl. You’re gonna take it like a pro, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes half-lidded, already lost in the moment. I tugged her panties down, letting them pool at her ankles, and ran my fingers along her slit. Her tight pussy was already wet, slick under my touch, and I groaned. “Fuck, Lily, you’re soaked.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispered, pushing back against my hand. “You’re making me crazy.”

I unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock, already rock-hard for her. I teased her entrance with the tip, rubbing it against her wetness, making her whimper. “You want this?” I asked, my voice rough. “Tell me.”

“Please, Jake,” she begged, her voice dripping with need. “Fuck me. Hard.”

I didn’t make her wait. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, her tight pussy clenching around me like a vice. She cried out, her hands slipping against the glass as I pounded into her, each thrust pushing her harder against the wall. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room—skin on skin, raw and relentless.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, spanking her again, the slap echoing. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as I drove deeper, my cock stretching her with every thrust. She pushed back, meeting my rhythm, her innocence melting into something wilder.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I can take it.”

I grabbed her hair, pulling gently, and fucked her harder, the glass rattling with the force of it. Her pussy gripped me like she was made for this, her moans turning into desperate cries. “You love this, don’t you?” I said, my hand sliding around to rub her clit, feeling her shudder under my touch.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she panted, her body arching. “I’m gonna cum, Jake.”

I spanked her again, the sting making her gasp, and doubled down, thrusting faster, my fingers circling her clit. Her tight pussy pulsed around me, and with a scream, she came, her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. The sight of her—flushed, trembling, pressed against the wall—pushed me over the edge. I groaned, pulling out just in time to spill across her ass, marking her skin with thick, hot ropes.

She collapsed against the wall, breathless, her legs shaky. I stepped back, catching my breath, and handed her a towel from the desk. “Fuck, Lily,” I said, grinning. “You’re a natural.”

She laughed, still flushed, wiping herself clean. “That was… intense. Did I pass?”

I chuckled, adjusting my jeans. “Pass? You fucking aced it. Wanna go again for the camera?”

Her eyes sparkled, that innocent facade gone, replaced by a wicked grin. “Only if you’re behind me again.”

I knew then she wasn’t just auditioning—she was claiming this world as hers.