Casting About: Part 4 [MF][ENF][Exh][Voy][Mast]

**Casting About: Part 4**

**Previously…**

Benson Darling, a not-quite-washed-up actor opened a production company with the intent of doing casting couch videos and sampling the models in the process. After sweeping up Sheryl Clement, a talented but fully-washed-up actress, in a porn shoot, he brought her on as partner, fixer, and creative with the intent of expanding the business…for real.

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**Darling Adds to the IT Department and Goes to the Beach**

Sometimes I think Sheryl has played me from the start. I went to her new place to convince her to do more work for the site, and she answered the door naked. Threw me completely off my game. Fuck, I mean, I like her, and sure, maybe I wouldn’t mind fucking her, but my production would fall apart *without* her. I kind of realized that midway through my pitch to her, and basically ended up convincing *myself* that she should just stick to producing and writing. Fucking and producing don’t mix. Take that from a pro.

[MF] My old college masturbation pal

I’ve had a few people encourage me to tell this story, so here goes. My frosh year of college, I became really close to a girl in my dorm hall. We were both far from home, lonely, and introverts, and we connected intensely in that way young people can do.

She was a Latina from SoCal, while I am a white guy. She had a long term boyfriend who was a sophomore at another college maybe 6 hours away. We honestly, truly weren’t interested in dating each other…she wasn’t attracted to white men, while there was a part of her personality that would have seriously grated on me if we dated. She was pretty, but not in a particularly special way. She had the body of a 19 year old…taught, perky smallish breasts, but also carrying 10 lbs too much from the frequent binge drinking.

We spent a LOT of time together…I was her crutch for not having her boyfriend there and, for me, she was someone I could confide in. When our respective parents visited, we were the friend that got to go out to dinner with them.

Force for Mandy

TW: Non-con/relcutance story – includes an age gap, non-consensual sex, and graphic language.

This is my first erotica, hope you enjoy!! Please give feedback and say if you’re interested in another chapter.<3

Want the juicy stuff? Skip to paragraph 22. :)

Force for Mandy

*ding* XoMandy: “I’m pretty nevous, I can’t lie.”
Mr.G: “What do you have to be nervous about?”
*ding* XoMandy: “I’ve never met up with someone from the internet before… Let alone someone from a porn site.”
Mr.G: “Don’t worry, I’m a very upstanding citizen.”
*ding* XoMandy: “Hopefully not too upstanding ;)”

I felt explosive. The slightest spark could set the whole place in flames. From the pictures she’d sent me I knew this was once in a lifetime. I’d met up with women online before. Usually middle aged, not bad looking and fairly good in bed. But Mandy wasn’t that at all. How she even ended up talking to me told me all that I needed to know about her.

When I was in high school I had a crush on my teacher [public][agegap][soft Mdom]

Hey there! Pt3 is coming. But tonight I had a different story in mind. Hope you like it ;). There’s A picture of me for 4 h on my profile

When I was in high school I had a crush on my art teacher. He was a good looking man in his early 40s, with a soft beard spotted in grey, warm brown eyes and thick expressive eyebrows that could tell you a whole story without a word. But the thing I liked the most about him were his hands: he had large strong hands, so many times I had woken up with still the sensation of his hands on me. He had been my first sexual fantasy: the first time I woke up wet I was thinking of him.

It was my last year, I was close to 19 and I was getting older and bolder in my thoughts. I was a virgin, I had never even seen a dick, my family was very conservative, masturbation was shunned almost as much as sex. But of course I masturbated. Every position I saw in porn, I dreamt about him putting me into it, giving me orders in a soft voice. Another fantasy of mine was to have him tell me how to touch myself, showing me how to make myself cum.

[B/s] [Incest] Incest Cafe Chapter 01 – Pumpkin Spice Breastmilk Latte

***Note from the author: this is not a paranormal story and it’s not really a true parody, just a bit of cheeky fun at the expense of a green mermaid coffee chain. Just go with it, I promise you’ll have a good time.***

“Fucking bitch!” I yelled and threw my handbag onto the table, then watched it slide across its shiny surface. It ended up falling off the far end, right at Mandy’s perfectly pedicured feet. She was wearing her open-toe red pumps again, the ones that made her tower over most men. It occurred to me that she’d make a fantastic Dominatrix, at least looks-wise.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood,” she mumbled and I glared at her. I was so not in the mood.

“So what? Got a problem with me, take it up with my brother.”

“Sheesh, girl! Chill. I’m not looking for a cat fight. Just better hurry and at least put your apron on before Adrian sees you’re late again.”

“My brother can go fuck himself. Today’s going to be shit, I can just tell.”

[B/s] [Incest] Incest Cafe Chapter 01 – Pumpkin Spice Breastmilk Latte

***Note from the author: this is not a paranormal story and it’s not really a true parody, just a bit of cheeky fun at the expense of a green mermaid coffee chain. Just go with it, I promise you’ll have a good time.***

“Fucking bitch!” I yelled and threw my handbag onto the table, then watched it slide across its shiny surface. It ended up falling off the far end, right at Mandy’s perfectly pedicured feet. She was wearing her open-toe red pumps again, the ones that made her tower over most men. It occurred to me that she’d make a fantastic Dominatrix, at least looks-wise.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood,” she mumbled and I glared at her. I was so not in the mood.

“So what? Got a problem with me, take it up with my brother.”

“Sheesh, girl! Chill. I’m not looking for a cat fight. Just better hurry and at least put your apron on before Adrian sees you’re late again.”

“My brother can go fuck himself. Today’s going to be shit, I can just tell.”

I sucked off a stranger in the back room of a convenient store [FM]

It was like any other Saturday afternoon. Nothing to do. Bored out of my mind. What does one do when they are bored? They masturbate and watch porn. Today was different though. Playing with myself wasn’t enough. I had a strong desire to give a blowjob to someone and to get a mouthful of cum. I was in a relationship at the time, but he was away at college. We didn’t see each other very often. However it was this reason I didn’t use apps like Tinder. I was afraid I would be recognized by a friend of his or something. So I searched for someone else where. This was back in 2016, before Craigslist shut down their personals so that was my go to place.

A lonely slut [f/POV]

This Is from the POV of a young girl, dreaming about sex with a man she used to date.

You. You. You’ve ruined me

I tried not to think about you. I failed. Bairly one night. I was so sensitively aroused all week. I ignored my urges. I ignored my thoughts of you. And then, last night, the dam burst. I can’t believe I couldn’t even last one week. We haven’t spoken to each other, or done what I’ve wanted in months. Yet, those few, rare times we had our love, your warmth and light permeated my body. You broke the woman I thought I was and helped me discover the woman I am.

Now, I can’t stop. It’s been 4 hours. I can’t sleep. It started with “him”. I wanted to look at some generic porn that doesn’t interest me deeply, doesn’t make me quiver and weak in my knees when I listen to it. Instead, I found “him”. He was too good to pass up. I found videos of him with his partner, and I was hooked. The gentle ferocity, the aggresice love. The sounds she made were exactly like the sounds I made for you. One, two, three videos in. I’ve spent over an hour watching them now. And just like that. A small strain of dignity holding me back snaps.

My boss called me an escort as a present for my birthday and watched us have sex [M]28

Never posted here but recently discovered this subreddit and I have got to say I have been enjoying all the stories shared. Not many stories from guys but hey, I need to tell this to someone and I definitely can’t tell anyone I know personally so here we are.

This happened to me few months ago for my birthday.

I was assisting my boss [M65] with some work few days before my birthday, I love my boss and we are now more friends than colleagues as we have worked together for 5+ years. He’s an older dude that loves to have fun while working (who doesn’t?).

This day was special as one of his old friends came into the studio for a commission. I had met the guy only once maybe 2-3 years ago so I remembered his name but he barely remembered my face. By lunch time we were already down few bottles of wine (a constant on our workdays) and not slowing down at all, in fact we got all the work done by mid afternoon. Needless to say by the evening we were pretty drunk.

[MF] [MM] I Know What You Want (AKA: Black Man’s take on any and all white boys fantasizing about being hot ass chicks — BBC/Interracial, D/s, Masculine/Feminine Contrast, Alpha/Beta Dynamics, “You Should Go M2F”, Finding Your True Self, Dirty Talk/Humiliation/Degradation, Cock Size Compare, etc.)

*Inspired by an IRL conversation I had with a good long-time friend of mine/my current white roommate. Long story short, recently walked-in on him masturbating to M2F/’wishing he was suddenly a woman’/X-Change Pill type porn (gotta lock those doors people, even during quarantine).*

*In any case, asked him about his deal, and he let me in on some of his… deeper* ***kinks*** *that I’ve since grown to enjoy as well. So, this whole thing’s written from the perspective of what I, from the outside, would gladly tell y’all if I thought you was in a similar boat as him.*

*If you don’t enjoy gender bending, race play/stereotype play, and some degradation elements, this ain’t gonna be for you. You have been warned.*

*Enjoy fam.*

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I’ll repeat it again for the readers in the back:

I.

Know.

What.

You.

*Motherfucking.*

*White.*

*Boys.*

***Need.***

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Bold claims out the way, ima just go ahead and introduce myself.

You can call me Tyrell. Let’s just say who I am beyond that, where I’m from, the endless small talk bullshit: it doesn’t really matter right about now.