As Dirty Tina and I sat on the couch in our sweltering hot fuck-WG, we pored over a stack of applications for this week's porn casting session. The air was thick with anticipation, and we couldn't wait to see which lucky bastards made it through our door. Our filthy minds were already churning with ideas of the depraved acts we would make them perform for our twisted pleasure.
It was getting late by the time we finally settled on two promising candidates. Their pictures showcased their well-toned bodies and raging boners, begging for release. But before we could do that, we had some other business to attend to. You see, Dirty Tina and I have this strange fetish for opening our castings with a little taste test – the auditionees were expected to prove their worth by pissing straight into my mouth!
The first guy was a cocky young jock named Jack. He strutted confidently into our studio, his pecs straining against his tank top as he strutted over to us. "Hi ladies," he grinned, revealing a flash of weaponized teeth. "Ready for some hardcore fucking?"
Dirty Tina and I smiled sweetly before directing him to get on his knees between us. Jack's massive cock sprung free from his shorts, standing at attention like a lean, mean porn-star machine. We both took a moment to admire the beast before locking eyes once again. It was time to see if he could deliver where it counted most.
"Alright, Jack," I purred. "Now show us what you're made of."
Jack's face flushed bright red, but he nodded and unzipped his fly. His cock twitched as a tiny drop of precum oozed from the head. Dirty Tina reached out and squeezed it gently, coaxing a few more drops from the purple helmet.
"That's a good boy," she crooned. "Now let's see you make me squirt like a goddamn fountain."
Jack took a deep breath and lowered his head, positioning his cock just inches from my eager mouth. The heat from his throbbing shaft singed my skin, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. This was it. This was going to be the start of an unforgettable night.
As I opened my mouth, Dirty Tina clapped her hands and yelled encouragement. "Go on, Jack! Give it to her!"
"You got it, babe," he grunted, "but don't forget about the other thing you wanted to see."
I could feel the hot piss building up in his bladder as I moved my head back and forth over his rapidly swelling cock. It was hard not to get lost in the sensation of his thick flesh sliding against my tongue and the salty tang of precum filling my mouth. But as much as I wanted this moment to go on forever, I knew our little arrangement called for something else first.
"Alright, Jack," I whispered huskily. "Time for your real audition."
With that, I lowered my head and opened my mouth wide, presenting him with the perfect target. Jack gasped as his cock was suddenly engulfed by the warm, wet cavern of my mouth. And then, with a mighty heave, he unloaded his entire bladder into my gaping maw.
The fiery stream of piss hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag reflexively. But I wasn't about to show any sign of weakness now. I chugged down every single drop of that sweet, salty nectar like it was the finest ambrosia in the world. And when Jack finally let out a satisfied moan and pulled his cock from my mouth, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. But there was still work to be done.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I grinned up at him. "I guess you passed that part of the audition. But don't get too comfortable yet. We've still got a long night ahead of us."
Jack smirked down at us, his confidence seemingly unshaken by the bizarre opening ritual we'd just shared. And as he strode confidently back to the door where his clothes lay discarded, Dirty Tina and I couldn't help but wonder which new depravities he would unleash upon us.
The anticipation was killing us...
