Incest is Best: West Coast

This a new story, one I began a while back however. This is a direct spinoff of the infamous Kyle series. This series features on Melanie, one of Kyle's wives. This story features massive tits, massive cocks and a few racial slurs.

Should any of these bother you, I suggest you turn back.

For those of you who cannot read or distinguish fiction from reality such as Foxterot7a, THAT MEANS THIS STORY IS NOT LITERAL

But plenty of women have massive tits. Open your minds. Anyway, moving on, I present:

Incest is Best: West Coast

******

Kyle scanned the room, bustling with various executives of Incest is Best along with investors, VP's and potential clients. On her knees in front of him was Emily, shamelessly sucking his dick as he waited for the meeting to begin.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned, filling her throat with his thick load.

Emily sucked him dry and released him with a wet pop.

"Thanks baby," he panted, "I needed that."

She giggled and licked her lips before standing. "So did I, honey."

She went and took her seat next to Marie and Victoria as everyone began to sit in front of the stage Kyle was standing upon.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, "today is a momentous day. As of today, IncestisBest is the #1 Porn Site in the country!"

This was met with energetic applause from all in attendance.

Kyle smiled but raised his hands, calling for silence. "However, I'm still looking toward the future and what we can do even now to build our standing. Thus, after a lot of thinking, careful consideration and discussing it with my team... I think it would be best if we develop a west coast branch."

Arlene Baker, one of the company's sales reps, raised her hand. "When is the west coast able to begin production?"

"Effective immediately with the consent of the board," Kyle replied.

Dave Contin, VP of Merchandising then stood. "What of the cost of the facility, not to mention upkeep, casting and shooting location?"

"Well, the whole of the west coast, California especially is basically a paradise with a lot of public area permitting us to shoot with near immunity. Also, the area which we've selected is large to hold at least 7 facilities perfect for shooting, housing and editing on site."

Everyone began to voice agreement until Julie stood. "But Kyle, you remember when we went there to shoot California Cunts and we had the issue of those moral protesters."

Kyle shook his head. "Dig up as much dirt on them as you can and let them know if they try and interfere we'll put their asses in the fucking ground!"

Everyone stood and cheered, all agreeing to go forward with the plans.

"Who's going to run the west coast operation?" Arlene asked over the cheers.

Kyle grinned. "Melanie Hendricks."

******

Melanie stepped off the plane, wearing a white blouse along with a matching pantsuit and heels and removed her mirrored shades.

"Ms. Hendricks," she heard a voice call, her gaze landing on Fernando, the freshly 18-year-old limo driver hired as her chauffeur.

"Hello Fernando," she greeted him, the boy smiling as he loaded her bags into the trunk, "my my, you've grown."

He smiled even wider. "Well last time you saw me I was 16 trying to steal your panties from your hotel room."

Melanie laughed, remembering that day well. "Very true. Well you're not a little boy are you?"

"No ma'am," he grinned, opening the door for her.

She slid into her seat and she smiled, texting Kyle she had just touched down.

"Heading for the office ma'am?" Fernando asked after he got into the driver seat, looking back at her in the rear view mirror.

"No," Melanie answered, "I was thinking I'd stop by the hotel first..."

******

"YES! YES!" Melanie cried as Fernando fucked her, slamming his hard 9 inch dick into her wet cunt.

"Oh fuck... I've waited years for this day!" Fernando groaned as he stabbed her pussy repeatedly with every inch of his cock.

He leaned down to engulf her stiff left nipple into his mouth, hungrily gulping down her delicious tit milk as he picked up speed.

Their hips crashed together as he went balls deep, leaning back and squeezing her big soft tits as he fucked as fast as he possibly could, deliriously close to his long await orgasm.

Melanie screamed as she began to cum, rubbing her clit to her boy toy's frantic pace.

"FUCK YES!!!" she cried, her pussy gushing her sweet nectar over his dick and nuts, Fernando cheering as he used the extra lubrication to fuck her even more.

He groaned as her pussy clamped down around his dick, still creaming around him. They kissed passionately, his hands gripping her great ass as he kept thrusting into her.

"Oh god... oh god..." Fernando moaned, his balls swinging repeatedly against her asshole.

"Mmm..." Melanie moaned, rubbing up his chest, "cum for me baby."

"You want my cum?" Fernando groaned, gripping the edge of the mattress.

"Mhm. I want to feel your baby batter flooding my cunt."

Fernando groaned again, his nonstop hammering at her pussy having him beyond the breaking point. He needed to cum right then and there.

"FUCK!!" he yelled, feeling his balls suddenly lurch, giving up their contents to Melanie's waiting pussy.

Melanie moaned with pleasure, holding him there as she looked into his eyes, feeling his dick twitch inside of her with each hard burst of his cum into her womb.

"Oh shit..." he groaned as he slipped out and fell beside her, Melanie giggled at his exhausted state.

"How long have you been waiting for that?"

"Ever since I first discovered your videos," Fernando panted, "So like 8 years."

Melanie giggled again and cuddled up next to him, her big soft tits squished against him as she played with his soft dick.

"Was this dick just as incredible then?"

Fernando laughed loudly and shook his head in amusement. "We should get going before people start looking for us."

Melanie rolled her eyes and chuckled, standing and checking her phone.

"Well you are right, we've got that meeting in just a little over an hour," she said, looking back at him, gently rubbing his soft dick, "just enough time for a quick shower..."

Fernando had never seen his dick get hard so fast.

******

After a mind blowing fuck in the shower and then Fernando eating her to completion in the backseat during a traffic jam, Melanie stepped from the white and gold Rolls Royce outside of IncestisBest's West Coast branch office.

She stepped inside the glamorous building and felt everyone stop and stare at her as she walked through in her low cut black skirt, exposing much of her juicy tanned tits and high enough to continually work it's way up and down her ripe full ass with each step in her sexy gold heels.

The reception area was a flurry of activity with various busty, half-dressed young women and muscular, well-endowed men scurrying about, eager to serve. Melanie took in the scene with a knowing smile, feeling right at home amidst the sexual energy.

"Welcome to the jungle, baby," she thought to herself.

"Mrs. Hendricks!" a young intern, barely 19 with 36E breasts and a tight pencil skirt, squealed. "We weren't expecting you for another hour!"

Melanie gave her a knowing wink. "Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought, darling. Now, who's ready to give me a tour of this place?"

The intern, Rachel, blushed and gestured towards the bullpen. "Everyone's in the middle of auditions, but I can take you around the offices first."

The offices were a blur of leather, chrome, and moans, with scenes of the most depraved sexual acts playing on screens around the room. Melanie felt a thrill run down her spine as she saw the hung men and busty starlets signing contracts and getting ready for their scenes.

She recognized a few of them from her own days in front of the camera and couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the days when she was the one being filled in every hole by a never-ending line of eager cocks.

"And here's the editing suite," Rachel whispered, her voice barely heard over the sound of flesh slapping flesh coming from the other side of the glass. Melanie peered in and watched as a young woman with a crop top and glasses worked on a scene, zooming in on a close-up of a massive cock stretching a tight teenage pussy to the limit.

"Looks like she's got her work cut out for her," Melanie said with a grin, her own pussy clenching at the sight.

Fernando followed closely behind, trying to keep his eyes off of Rachel's ass as they moved through the crowded space. He couldn't believe he was actually working for the woman he'd masturbated to countless times. The scent of sex filled the air, and his cock grew harder with each step they took.

Melanie noticed his discomfort and leaned in close. "Don't worry, baby. You'll get plenty of action here. But first, let's get down to business."

They arrived at the casting room, where a line of hopefuls were waiting their turn to audition. The room was filled with men and women of all shapes and sizes, but one thing was consistent -- they were all hungry for the kind of depravity that only IncestisBest could provide.

"Let's see what kind of talent we have," Melanie said, her voice dripping with excitement as she grabbed a clipboard from the table. She scanned the list of names and descriptions, her eyes widening at some of the fetishes listed. "Ah, here's an interesting one."

She turned to Fernando and handed him the clipboard. "Why don't you take over while I get ready for my first meeting with the board?"

Fernando took the clipboard, his heart racing as he read the first name. "Tiffany?"

"Yes, that's right," Melanie said, her eyes sparkling. "I've got a feeling she's going to be perfect for our debut project. Make sure she's comfortable and ready to go when I get back."

With a sly smile, Melanie sashayed out of the room, leaving Fernando with a room full of eager, half-dressed performers. He took a deep breath, his cock still hard from the shower.

"Alright, Tiffany," he called out. "You're up next."

The busty young woman with the bubblegum pink hair, 34G knockers and the tattoo of a dick on her neck looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"What do I need to do?"

Fernando felt a thrill of power surge through him. "Just follow me," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

Meanwhile, Melanie headed to the conference room for her first board meeting, leaving Fernando to handle the casting couch. She was surrounded by a new world of depravity, where every corner held a fresh, eager face ready to be molded by the company's twisted visions.

The board members, a mix of seasoned porn moguls and new, ambitious investors, greeted her with a mix of lust and respect. They were all eager to see what the infamous Melanie Hendricks had in store for them.

As the meeting started, Melanie's mind was racing with ideas for new projects, scenes that would push the boundaries of porn further than ever before. She couldn't help but think of the busty, young starlets and the monstrously endowed men she'd met, all of them eager to perform the most extreme, hardcore acts for the cameras.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, and she could feel her own pussy growing wetter with each passing minute.

******

Back in the casting room, Fernando's eyes were glued to Tiffany's voluptuous chest as she strutted in, her tits barely contained by a sheer white blouse. He could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

She was a perfect fit, with her youthful, rebellious look and a set of piercings that screamed 'fuck 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 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 IncestisBest star?"

Tiffany leaned back, her tits practically spilling out of her blouse. "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 tits. 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 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 cock 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 pants tenting with his excitement. His cock was massive, easily the biggest any of them 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 chest.

"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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 tits. Julian watched in the mirror on the wall, his cock 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 cock, 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 fogged over from the heat of the moment, and he had to push them up his nose to see the gagging expression on her face.

The casting couch, once a pristine white, 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.

"Take it all, bitch," Julian whispered, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. Tiffany moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hand reached down to her own pussy, already dripping wet. She began to rub her clit in circles, her hips moving in time with her hand and Julian's thrusts.

Fernando leaned in closer, his own cock begging for attention. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and raspy. "Take all of him, Tiffany."

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 skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls.

Fernando 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.

"Fuck, 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 cock. 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 cock erupted, spurting rope after rope of thick, white cum into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his as he emptied himself into her.

The tension in the room was electric as Tiffany licked Julian's cock 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 Ms. Hendricks?"

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. She was living the dream, about to become a star in the world's most infamous porn empire. 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 she scanned the pages. She looked up at Fernando, her heart racing. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," he said with a grin. "You're going to love working here, Tiffany."

******

Fernando couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as he called in the next auditionee, Alicia "Bubble" Arnold. He'd heard whispers of her reputation even before Melanie had mentioned her name.

At just 18, she was said to have an ass that could rival the most seasoned pornstars in the business, hailing from the rough streets of Compton. The door to the casting room opened, and in strutted a young woman with a confidence that could only come from knowing she had a gift that could make or break a man's knees.

"You must be Bubble," Fernando said, his eyes widening slightly as she entered.

"Alicia Arnold," she corrected, her voice a sultry purr, "but you can call me Bubble if you like."

Her long, kinky black hair framed her beautiful face, which was painted with a smoky eye and a bold red lip that matched the color of her tight leather skirt. The skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs. On anyone else, the outfit would've looked trashy, but on Bubble, it looked like the most expensive and exclusive attire one could possibly wear.

"Hi, I'm Alicia," she said, extending a manicured hand to him. "But everyone calls me Bubble."

Fernando took her hand, unable to stop himself from looking down at her ass as she sat. It was true, her ass was massive, a round, juicy, bouncy wonder that seemed to defy gravity.

"Where'd you get that nickname?" he asked, his voice coming out shakier than intended.

"You can see for yourself," she said, turning and looking over her shoulder at him. She leaned over the couch, giving him a clear view of her bare ass. The cheeks were so round and full they looked like they could swallow a man whole.

"Fuck," he murmured, his cock twitching in his pants.

Bubble chuckled. "It's all natural, baby," she said, patting one cheek. "No silicone here."

Fernando felt his heart race as he took in the sight of her. "Okay," he managed, his voice a little shaky, "Let's get started."

The next few minutes were a blur of questions and answers, with Bubble's voice growing more and more seductive with each passing moment. She spoke of her love for the camera, for the way it made her feel alive and powerful. She talked about her past, growing up in the hood and using her body as a weapon, a way to get what she wanted.

The room grew hotter as they talked, the air thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the underlying musk of her arousal. Bubble leaned back on the couch, one hand playing with the zipper of her skirt, her eyes never leaving his.

"So, you think you can handle the kind of scenes we put on here?" Fernando asked, his voice low and challenging.

"I've been handling big dicks and taking it in the ass since I was 15," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "There's nothing you guys can throw at me that I can't handle."

Fernando felt his cock throb at her words, his mind racing with the kind of scenes they could create with a girl like Bubble.

"Prove it," he said, his voice a little gruffer than he intended.

Bubble's smile widened as she slowly stood, turning to face him. She stepped closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's an opportunity," he corrected, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. "An opportunity for you to show us what you're made of."

Bubble leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "I'm made for this, baby," she whispered. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love a good, hard fuck."

Fernando's cock was painfully hard now, straining against his pants. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body. "Alright," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Let's see what you've got."

Bubble turned to face the mirror, her back to him. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a thong so small it was practically non-existent, the fabric barely covering the cleft of her ass. She bent over, her cheeks spreading slightly, giving him a perfect view of her tight, pink asshole.

"You like what you see?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Fernando nodded, his eyes glued to her ass. "I do," he said, his voice a little strained.

"Good," she said, standing up and turning to face him. She stepped closer, her tits brushing against his chest. "Because I'm going to need a good, strong cock to fill me up."

Without another word, she dropped to her knees, her hand reaching out to unbuckle his pants. He let out a low moan as she pulled out his cock, her eyes going wide at the sight of it.

"Damn," she murmured, her voice full of awe. "You're bigger than I expected."

Fernando couldn't help but smile at the compliment as she took him into her mouth, her full, soft lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she took him all the way to the base.

The sound of her slurping filled the room, her hand pumping his cock in time with her mouth. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the urge to cum growing stronger with each stroke of her tongue.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hair.

Bubble moaned around his cock, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let go.

As she sucked him, she thought of all the scenes she'd be in, the men she'd get to fuck, the money she'd make. This was it. This was her ticket out of the hood, her ticket to a life of luxury and excess.

Fernando felt his orgasm building, his hips jerking as he fucked her mouth. "I'm going to cum," he warned.

Bubble just sucked harder, her eyes never leaving his.

With a roar, he exploded into her mouth, filling it with hot cum. She swallowed it down greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean.

He looked down at her, his cock still hard. "You're hired," he said, his voice hoarse.

Bubble stood, a satisfied smile on her face. "I knew I would be," she said. "Now, let's get to work."

Fernando couldn't believe it. He had just cast the next big thing in the porn world, Alicia "Bubble" Arnold. Her audition had been explosive, leaving him more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He knew that the board would love her, and that she would be a hit on the West Coast. But before he could even think of the meeting, he had to get Bubble out of his system.

"You're mine now," he murmured, his cock still rock hard from her blowjob. "Let's see how that tight little pussy feels around this monster."

Bubble smirked up at him, her dark eyes flashing with challenge. "You think you can handle me, Spanish boy?" she teased, using the derogatory term with a seductive twist.

Fernando's eyes narrowed. "I'll handle you alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to be begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you."

With that, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her down onto the casting couch. She giggled as she bounced on the cushions, her massive ass jiggling with the motion.

He stepped out of his own pants, his cock standing tall and proud. It was a weapon, a tool of pleasure that had brought many a woman to their knees.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. "You want this big, fat, Cuban cock in your tight little black cunt?"

Bubble licked her lips and nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she purred.

Fernando climbed onto the couch, positioning himself between her spread legs. He leaned down, his cock brushing against her soaking wet pussy, and whispered in her ear, "You're going to scream for me, nigger bitch."

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she bit her lip, the insult only serving to fuel her desire. "You better fuck me like you mean it, spic," she shot back.

With that, he plunged into her, her pussy so tight it was like fucking a fist. Bubble's eyes rolled back in her head as she took all of him, her nails digging into the couch cushions.

Fernando didn't hold back, pounding into her with a ferocity that made the room shake. Her massive tits bounced with each thrust, her moans turning into screams as she begged for more.

"Take it, you little spic," she growled, her voice low and guttural. "Fuck me like you hate me."

Fernando grinned, his teeth bared as he hammered into her. "You love it, don't you?"

Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room. Bubble's ass was a blur as he fucked her harder and faster, his cock disappearing into her over and over again.

"You're going to take every inch," he said, his voice a harsh rasp. "You're going to love every second of it."

"More," she demanded, her voice strained. "Harder."

Fernando's hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more brutal with each passing moment. He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with the need to empty himself into her.

"You're going to take it," he panted, his cock swelling even more. "You're going to take every drop of my cum."

"Give it to me, you fucking wetback," she screamed, her pussy clenching around him.

With one final, powerful thrust, he reached his peak, filling her with his seed. Bubble's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around him as she came.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. The tension between them had broken, replaced by a mutual respect and lust that could only come from such an intense encounter.

Fernando pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He leaned back, his chest heaving. "Well, I know you're gonna be a star... fuck..."

Bubble looked at him with a mix of satisfaction and challenge. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," she said, her voice still thick with lust. "I'm gonna make you all regret not finding me sooner."

The room was a mess of discarded clothes and crumpled paperwork, the scent of sex heavy in the air. The couch they were on was stained with their combined arousal, the fabric sticking to their sweat-slicked skin. The mirror on the wall was foggy, the reflection of their passionate encounter obscured by the condensation.

Fernando stood up, his cock still hard as he looked around the room. "Fuck, Melanie's gonna love this place," he murmured.

Bubble sat up, her massive tits swaying slightly. "What's she like?" she asked, curiosity in her voice.

"She's a force of nature," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "A true porn goddess. And she's got a taste for the extreme, so I know Kyle will be thrilled with what we're planning."

"Oh, I bet she is," Bubble replied, "I've been watching her get fucked ever since I discovered porn. Kyle's dick certainly loved that ass she's got. Have you met him?"

Fernando nodded, zipping up his pants and trying to ignore the mess around them. "Yeah, I've met him. He's intense, to say the least."

"Intense, how?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, let's just say he doesn't do anything halfway," he said, "When it comes to porn, or to his wives."

Bubble laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that made him want to fuck her all over again. "Sounds like my kind of guy."

The door to the casting room opened, and in walked Melanie, her 32H tits barely jiggling with every sexy step she made.

Her curly brown hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and her large, juicy ass swayed with every step. She had a commanding presence, and the room grew still as she entered.

"How's it going in here?" she asked, her voice a smoky drawl that made him want to drop to his knees and worship her.

"Just fine," he said, trying to sound casual despite his raging hard-on. "We've got a real talent here."

Melanie looked over at Bubble, her eyes raking over her body. "So I see," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Alicia Arnold, but everyone calls me Bubble," she said, sitting up and adjusting her skirt.

"Bubble," Melanie repeated, her voice dripping with approval. "I like that. You're going to fit in perfectly here."

Fernando watched as Melanie approached Bubble, her hips moving like a snake as she walked. She was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it, and he had no doubt that Bubble was going to be a big part of their future plans.

"So, what do you think?" Melanie asked, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.

"I think she's got potential," he said, his voice a little rough. "But she needs some polishing."

Melanie leaned down, her breasts pressing against Bubble's back. "That's what we're here for," she murmured, her breath warm against Bubble's neck. "We'll make you shine, baby."

Bubble leaned back into Melanie's embrace, a look of pure lust on her face. "I can't wait," she breathed.

The room was suddenly alive with the promise of depraved acts, the air thick with the scent of desire and the anticipation of what was to come.

Melanie looked around the room, her gaze lingering on the stains on the couch and the floor. "Looks like you've been busy," she said, her voice a purr.

Fernando shrugged. "Just getting a taste of what's to come," he said.

Melanie stepped away from Bubble and turned to him, her eyes gleaming. "And what about you?" she asked. "What do you think of our little slut here?"

Fernando couldn't help but smirk. "I think she's going to be a handful," he said.

Melanie laughed. "Good," she said. "We like 'em feisty. It makes the scenes that much better."

With that, she turned back to Bubble, her hand sliding down to cup one of her massive tits. "So, are you ready to show us what you've got?"

Bubble nodded, her eyes locked on Melanie's hand. "Oh, I'm ready," she said, her voice dripping with need.

Melanie's hand slid lower, slipping under the fabric of Bubble's skirt. "Good," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Because we've got a lot of work to do."

Bubble signed the contract and after a few more hours of interviews and some especially naughty fun, Melanie called it quits for the day and she and Fernando headed out to the car, the sun setting over California.

Her cell phone then rang from Kyle, calling from Washington, D. C. "How's the talent?" he asked, his voice crackling over the line.

"Incredible," Melanie purred, watching as Bubble waved goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. "We've got a real star on our hands."

"I knew you'd find them," Kyle said, his tone filled with pride. "Keep me updated. I'll be joining you in a week."

Melanie promised she would and ended the call, feeling the excitement building in her core. The West Coast was going to be their playground, and she was going to make sure every inch of it was dedicated to the darkest, most depraved desires of their viewers.

The drive back to the mansion was filled with the sweet scent of victory and sex. Melanie leaned back in her seat, her hand absently playing with her own pussy as she thought about all the scenes they could film with Bubble. The girl had an insatiable hunger for cock, and she was more than willing to fill that need.

Fernando drove, his eyes on the road but his mind on the audition. He couldn't wait to get Melanie home and fuck her brains out, to feel her tight pussy clench around his cock as they discussed the future. The thought of her naked body writhing beneath him was almost too much to handle.

The mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur a stark contrast to the sleazy motels and seedy strip clubs they had visited that day. It was a sanctuary, a place where their wildest fantasies could become reality.

When they finally arrived, Melanie practically jumped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way to the door. Fernando followed closely behind, his cock still half-hard from the day's events.

Melanie didn't bother with small talk as they entered the mansion. She grabbed Fernando by the tie and pulled him into the first empty room they came across. It was a plush office, the walls lined with leather-bound books and the smell of power and money thick in the air. She pushed him down onto the desk, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"You've been a bad boy, keeping all that cum to yourself," she murmured, her hands fumbling with his belt. "It's time to share."

Fernando's eyes widened as she pulled out his cock, still thick and pulsing from the earlier encounter. She licked her lips and leaned in, taking him into her mouth again. He groaned, the feeling of her velvety warmth surrounding him once more.

"Mm, you taste so good," she murmured, her tongue swirling around his head. "I've been dreaming of this all day."

Fernando groaned as Melanie deep-throated him, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath his head. He could feel her gag reflex kicking in, but she pushed past it, her eyes watering but never leaving his. Her hand wrapped around his base, stroking in time with her mouth.

"That's it," he hissed, his hips bucking up to meet her. "Take it all, you filthy whore."

Melanie's eyes flashed with fire at the insult, but she took it as a challenge, her mouth moving faster, her throat taking more and more of his length. She could feel the veins in his cock pulsing with the force of his arousal, the taste of him growing stronger with each beat of his heart.

"You like that?" she asked, her voice muffled around his cock. "You like my mouth on you?"

Fernando nodded, unable to form words as she worked her magic. He'd never felt anything like this before, the combination of her skill and the sheer desire in her eyes was driving him wild.

"I'm going to make you cum," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And then, I'm going to show you how a real woman does it."

With a final, deep suck, she pulled away, her lips swollen and red from the effort. She straddled him, her massive tits bouncing in his face. She took his cock in her hand, guiding it to her chest.

"Titfuck me," she demanded. "I want to feel you explode all over me."

Fernando didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back, his cock nestled between her breasts. He began to pump, the sight of his cock disappearing between her tits making him even harder. Melanie's breath was coming in short gasps, her own arousal spiking as she watched him fuck her chest.

The leather chair squeaked beneath them as they moved together, the sound a testament to the passion in the room. The sun had set outside, casting shadows across the floor, making the scene seem even more illicit and depraved.

"Fuck, Melanie," he panted, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your tits are amazing."

"They're yours," she said, her voice a little breathless. "Do whatever you want with them."

Fernando's hands moved up to cup her breasts, pushing them together even tighter around his cock. He could feel the pressure building, the need to come almost overwhelming.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Cover me in your seed."

The words were like a trigger, and with a roar, he did just that. His cum shot out in thick ropes, coating her tits and neck, her face a mask of pure pleasure. She leaned back, her eyes closed, letting him use her body as he needed.

When he was finally spent, she sat up, a satisfied smile on her lips. She wiped a bit of cum from her chin and licked it off her finger, her eyes never leaving his.

"You're going to be a valuable asset to the company," she said, her voice still a little raspy from her earlier exertions. "But don't think for a second that you're the only one with power here."

Fernando nodded, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. He knew she was right. Melanie Hendricks was a force to be reckoned with, and he was just along for the ride.

They both stood, sharing a look that promised more to come. As they walked down the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the quiet mansion, Melanie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had just claimed another soul for the porn empire, and she knew that together, they were going to shake the world.

The air was thick with the scent of sex as they made their way to the main office, where the final paperwork awaited. Melanie knew that the real work was just beginning, but for now, she was content to bask in the glow of her newest acquisition.

"So, what's next?" Fernando asked, his voice still a little shaky.

Melanie sat back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We have a lot of work to do," she said, her hand still stroking her wet pussy. "We need to get the studios set up, find the right crew, and start casting for the first few projects."

"What kind of projects?" he asked, his eyes locked on her.

"The kind that will make people's jaws drop," she said with a wicked smile. "We're going to push boundaries like never before."

Fernando nodded, his own imagination running wild with the possibilities. "What about the script for the new scene?"

"We'll need to tweak it a bit for our new star," Melanie said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tiffany is good. But I have a feeling Bubble will bring something... special to the role."

They discussed the upcoming film, their voices growing more heated with each passing moment. The mansion was a maze of hushed whispers and furtive glances, the walls seeming to close in on them as they plotted their next move.

The office they were in was large and luxurious, with a mahogany desk that had seen more action than a Hollywood casting couch. Behind the desk, a floor-to-ceiling window looked out over the sprawling grounds of the estate, the lights from the pool glinting in the night.

Melanie stood up, her skirt riding up to reveal her still-bare pussy. "We should get some rest," she said. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

Fernando nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he stood. "But tonight..."

"Tonight," Melanie said, her voice a sultry whisper, "is for us."

They made their way to the master suite, the plush carpeting muffling their footsteps. The bed was a massive four-poster, draped in silk and velvet, the perfect stage for the kind of debauchery they were planning.

"Strip," she ordered, her voice commanding.

Fernando didn't hesitate, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. He watched as Melanie did the same, her voluptuous body on full display. Her tits bounced with every movement, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, the air heavy with the scent of lust and desire. The bed was already turned down, the sheets a cool caress against their heated skin.

Melanie climbed onto the bed, her body a vision of caramel perfection. "Come here," she said, patting the mattress next to her. "I want to feel you inside me."

Fernando didn't need any more encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, his cock standing at attention. She leaned over, her mouth wrapping around him again, her tongue swirling and licking with the same enthusiasm as before.

"Mm, you're so big," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to feel you fill me up."

Fernando groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked her magic. The anticipation was driving him wild, his body begging for release.

When she finally pulled away, he couldn't take it anymore. He rolled her onto her back, his cock sliding into her wet, welcoming pussy. She was tight, her walls clamping down on him like a vice, and he had to fight the urge to come immediately.

He began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Melanie's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and mixing with the sound of their skin slapping together.

"Harder," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me hard."

Fernando didn't hold back, pounding into her with all his strength. He could feel the bed shaking beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall in time with their frenzied rhythm. Melanie's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she met each thrust with eager abandon.

The candles flickered in the draught created by their movements, casting shadows across the walls. The room was a blur of skin and sweat, the only sounds their grunts of pleasure and the slap of flesh.

"Yes, just like that," she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Make me cum, baby."

Fernando could feel her tightening around him, her pussy clenching as she approached climax. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered dirty words into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"You're going to cum all over my cock," he said, his voice low and gruff. "You're going to scream my name and beg for more."

Melanie's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she came. Her pussy spasmed around him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He groaned, feeling his own orgasm building.

"I'm going to fill you up," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to breed you like the whore you are."

The words sent Melanie over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her climax. She threw her head back, her tits bouncing as she screamed out his name.

Fernando couldn't hold out any longer. With a roar, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt, the culmination of a day filled with sexual tension and desire.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. The candles flickered, casting shadows across their exhausted forms. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

After a few moments, Melanie pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking at him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "We're going to do great things together," she said, her voice still a little breathless.

Fernando nodded, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of all the depraved scenes they would film. "Yes, ma'am," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

They lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of their passion. The mansion was quiet around them, the only sound the distant hum of the air conditioning.

"We should get some sleep," Melanie said finally, her voice still a little dreamy. "We have a lot to do tomorrow."

Fernando nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Whatever you say, boss," he said, his voice filled with respect and a hint of something more.

They showered together, the hot water cascading over their bodies as they washed away the sweat and cum. The shower was tiled in black marble, the water pressure pummeling their bodies as they kissed and touched.

When they emerged, they were both cleaner than they had been in hours, but the desire between them was far from sated. They climbed into bed, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

The room was bathed in moonlight, the soft glow highlighting their naked forms. They lay there, talking about their dreams for the future, their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Melanie's hand found his cock again, stroking it gently. "You know, I think we're going to make history," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

Fernando's eyes grew dark with lust as he leaned in to kiss her again. "I know we will," he murmured, his cock growing hard in her hand.

As they made love again, the shadows danced across the walls, a silent testament to their passion. The world was theirs for the taking, and they were going to conquer it with sex, lust, and a whole lot of debauchery.