Best audition ever!

Dan's couch groaned under their combined weight as Tiffany settled onto her knees between his thick, spread legs, her bare skin pale and smooth in the grey morning light filtering through the grimy blinds. Her clothes were folded neatly in a little pile beside the coffee table — she had stripped without a second thought the moment Dan had told her what today's warm-up scene required. Nude. Loving wife. Long, devoted blowjob.

The nudity presented its usual logistical spectacle. Without any fabric to even attempt to contain them, Tiffany's breasts hung free in their full, staggering enormity — two colossal, gravity-defying globes of pale, heavy flesh that rested against her thighs as she knelt, the sheer weight of them pulling them low and wide. Her broad, pink nipples were stiff in the cool apartment air. They were so obscenely, impossibly large that they dwarfed her entire torso. Even Dan, who had had his hands on them dozens of times by now, let out a low, appreciative grunt when she'd pulled her top off. She smiled sweetly at the sound. She knew they were impressive.

"Okay, Tiffany. Devoted wife. Ten years of marriage. You love this man with your whole heart and you want to show him with your mouth," Dan instructed, leaning back into the sagging couch cushions, his fat belly resting on his thighs, his thick, stiffening cock pointing upward in the air. He reached forward and casually gripped one of her massive tits in his large hand, squeezing it slowly like he was kneading dough, fingers sinking into the impossibly soft flesh. Just Dan being Dan.

"I understand," Tiffany said softly, slipping seamlessly into character, her eyes going soft and warm and adoring. She wrapped both small hands around his cock, stroking him slowly to full hardness, and lowered her lips to the tip. She kissed it tenderly, the way a loving wife kisses her husband on a Sunday morning. Then she opened her mouth and let him slide inside, taking him deep, a long, slow, loving drag down his full length.

Mmmm...

She held him there for a moment at the back of her throat before pulling back up in a languid, worshipping glide. She let his cock slip from her mouth with a soft, wet pop and looked up at him with shining eyes. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" she murmured, fully in character, before sinking back down onto him.

Dan simply grunted and pressed his hand to the back of her head, not forcing her down — for now — just resting it there, possessively. "Tell me about that audition," he said, his voice casual, his hips tilting up slightly into the warmth of her mouth.

Tiffany pulled off his cock again, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to his tip. She stroked him slowly with one hand as she spoke, her massive breasts swinging slightly with the rhythm of her arm. Her expression was absolutely radiant.

"Dan, it was amazing," she breathed, her eyes wide with the memory of it. "I think it went really, really well." She dipped her head and ran her tongue slowly up the full underside of his shaft, from base to tip, before continuing. "The address you gave me was at that motel on the south end of town? I wasn't sure at first because it seemed a little, um, rough around the edges. But I thought, you know, maybe they wanted a grittier vibe for a crime drama." She took him back into her mouth for a long, slow pull, hollowing her cheeks with genuine devotion, before releasing him again. "I dressed as smart as I could. Blazer, fitted trousers. Though," she glanced down briefly at her enormous, pillowy chest resting on Dan's knees, "my blouse was a little bit stretched. It's always the blouse."

Dan stifled a smirk, his fingers tightening briefly in her hair. "And when you got inside?"

"So a man opened the door," Tiffany continued, licking a slow circle around the crown of his cock. Shlck. "And inside there were... quite a lot of men, actually. More than twelve, I think. They were mostly sitting around the room." She bobbed her head down again, taking him deep, letting the head press against the back of her throat in a long, loving hold before sliding back up. "I figured they were all auditioning too, or they were part of the crew, or the supporting cast maybe." She swallowed once, thinking. "They were all pretty, um, heavy-set. Older. Not very glamorous. But I figured, you know — crime drama, rough, real-world characters. That makes sense, right?"

"Completely," Dan said flatly.

"So the casting director explained the scene to me." Tiffany straightened up on her knees and used both hands to drag her saliva up and down his length, keeping him slick and warm, her huge breasts resting on the edge of the couch cushion between his legs. Her face was pure earnest enthusiasm, totally without irony. "My character was a junior detective. Desperately trying to prove herself to her boss. She'd gotten a murder case, and had deduced — which I thought was actually such clever writing, Dan, really clever — that the killer had eaten pineapple. And the only way to identify him, since all twelve men in the room were suspects, was to..." she paused, tilting her head thoughtfully, "...taste their semen. For the pineapple."

She delivered this with the same expression a drama student might use to describe a complex Chekhov monologue.

Dan kept his face completely straight. "Very method."

"Exactly!" Tiffany agreed brightly, sinking her mouth back down onto his cock in a long, appreciative stroke. Glrk. Mmmmph. She came up for air, saliva stringing from her lips. "So I dove in. I started giving one of the men a blowjob, fully in character the whole time — devoted, professional, staying in the scene." She sucked him again, slow and deep, her throat working. "But after about ten minutes, only two of them had..." she wrinkled her nose delicately, "...contributed a sample. And I had over ten men still to get through. I was worried about the time. It was taking far too long and I didn't want the casting director to think I wasn't taking the role seriously."

"Smart thinking," Dan said, and meant it in the most self-congratulatory way possible.

"So I made a decision," Tiffany said, looking up at him with genuine pride, never once stopping the slow, devoted stroking of his cock. "I stripped completely naked—" she gestured to herself, as though he'd somehow missed the architectural marvel of her bare, gravity-strained chest "— and I told the men they could use me however they needed to in order to help the scene along. I just asked that they all finished in my mouth, so I could properly analyze the samples."

She punctuated this professional declaration by swallowing Dan's cock to the absolute root, her nose pressing into his grey pubic hair, holding herself there for a long, loving second before pulling back up with a glorious wet drag. Ghhlk... shlck... mmmm.

"They were all incredibly cooperative," she continued warmly, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Really committed to the performance. They groped me—" she glanced down briefly at her colossal tits, which had evidently borne the brunt of considerable attention, "— everywhere, obviously. And they started using me in different positions to keep the energy up. A few of them fucked my..." she tilted her head slightly, selecting the clinical term "...my pussy. A few went to my ass. Some of them used my throat, which was intense — they went very hard, but I've been practicing with you so much that my deep throat is actually really solid now, which I was really proud of."

She smiled at him warmly, like a student thanking a beloved professor.

"Some of them used my..." she gestured vaguely at her chest. "My breasts. Which apparently are useful for that, given their size." A slight, almost bemused glance downward. "And a few of them had me..." she cleared her throat, "...lick their assholes while they were waiting for their turn, to help maintain their focus on the scene. I wanted to keep everyone engaged." She slid her mouth back down over Dan's cock again, giving a long, suckling pull that made him exhale sharply. Shlck. Mmph. Glrk.

"The only complication," she continued, coming up with gleaming lips, "was that a few of the men accidentally got overexcited and came in the wrong place. My pussy or my asshole instead of my mouth." She shook her head mildly, as one would about a minor logistical inconvenience. "So I had to crouch down and push it out and lick it off the floor so the samples weren't wasted. Forensic accuracy, you know."

She licked the floor of a seedy motel clean of twelve strangers' combined semen and framed it as scientific diligence.

"That's very dedicated," Dan managed.

"I thought so," Tiffany agreed earnestly. "It went on for about three hours total. My jaw was getting a little tired toward the end if I'm honest, and my stomach was absolutely full—" she patted her flat belly lightly, both hands returning immediately to his cock "— and I was sort of constantly leaking from, um, both places, which was a little inconvenient. But I kept going. Load after load, just swallowing each sample and analyzing it." She said analyzing with absolute sincerity. "And then—" her face lit up like Christmas morning "— after this one man had been absolutely pounding my throat, he came, and I tasted it, and Dan—"

She paused for full dramatic effect, eyes wide.

"Pineapple."

She beamed at him, squeezing his cock happily with both hands.

"I found the killer."

Dan stared at her for one long, silent second. Then he simply put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her back down onto his cock.

Ghlk. Shlck. Mmmmph.

"Good work," he said to the ceiling.

Tiffany moaned appreciatively around his shaft, bobbing her head with slow, loving devotion. The casting director had been fucking her asshole at the very moment of the great pineapple revelation, she recalled, and had pulled out and shoved his cock into her mouth for one final, conclusive load before she'd been able to dress and go home. Her boyfriend hadn't been home when she got back, which had been lucky, because she had been absolutely drenched — her hair matted, skin glazed with spit and sweat and the evidence of eleven other men's enthusiasm — and she hadn't been in any state for a casual conversation. She'd showered twice and still felt like she could taste the room.

But she was an actress. She'd committed. She'd stayed in character from first blowjob to final floor-lick.

She pulled off Dan's cock now, looking up at him with luminous, hopeful eyes, her massive breasts squashed softly against his knees. "So do you think I'll get the part?"

Dan looked down at her — twenty years old, impossibly built, kneeling naked on his dirty floor with a stomach full of strangers' cum from yesterday and genuine, uncut hope in her eyes — and ran his thumb along her lower lip.

"I think," he said carefully, "you're going to be very busy."

Tiffany let out a delighted little squeal, the sound of which was immediately muffled as Dan guided her back down onto his cock, his fingers curling firmly into her thick auburn hair. She sank into the rhythm happily, cheeks hollowing, throat working, her gargantuan breasts swaying below her with every devoted bob of her head.

She was going to be a star. She could feel it.

Shlck. Glrk. Mmmmph.