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The Casting Couch
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: May 19th, 2015


"Why don't you think I want to be with you Sarah?!" The actor yells his lines needlessly.

Monica, the casting director, does all she can to keep her head up in a pointless gesture of politeness but what politeness did this fucking poser deserve? Wasting my time? He should know how much he sucks!

It was just then that Monica realized the actor had been staring at her, waiting for notes.

"Wow. Incredible. That's exactly what we need but unfortunately talent is not enough in this case; I need to see you can be dedicated, committed to the craft."

The actor assures, "Oh, I'm dedicated."

Monica smirks, "I'm sure you are; well in this case I'll need you to show me."

"Sure, yeah, whatever I need to do," he says, with a hint of actor's desperation.

"Good, that's a good attitude. Come over here."

He steps forward.

"You know, I don't get much of a break doing these castings, it's just one actor after another so you can imagine, my lunch, my breakfast, my stomach gets pretty upset," she says, rubbing her stomach. "So I need you to put your head down here and let me sit on your face."

He looks confused.

"I think that was pretty clear...or can you not take direction? That won't bode well for you when I tell the director."

He scrambles to the chair and puts his head down for her to sit.

"That's a good boy."

She wastes no time in sitting down, full weight on his head.

"This is very comfy; you make a good chair, you might want to consider that as a career," she giggles.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrruuuuppppppp!

She sighs, "There we are, that's a bit better; how are you enjoying my fart?"

Below, he struggles and kicks about as her hot, stinky gas fumes up his nose.

"Now, now, don't struggle; that's not what a good collaborator does, is it?" She taunts.

His struggle relaxes as his breathing deepens, sounding horse and rough; strained. And above him, she smiles at this; enjoying every moment. She leans forward a bit, looking back at his wide eyes...

PRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrruuuuuuppppppp!

She sighs as the hot wind blows from her back side, painfully caressing the poor actor's face; his eyes crossing as the toxic gas rushes up his nostrils. He heaves and haws loudly but Monica just sits back and rubs her butt in his face some more; smearing in the smell.

She splits her cheeks on his face, lining her asshole with his nose.

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRrrrrraaaauuuuuuuuuppppp!

She rips an earthshaking fart through the boy's face, rattling it like a jackhammer as she couldn't help but laugh as he tried desperately to get out from under her.

Finally, she rose; keeping her butt near his face.

PRRRrrrp!

A short fart bellowed out from her as she stood, slowly, collected her head shots and notes; and heads for the door.

She stops as she opens the door, "Oh, by the way, you're definately NOT getting the acting job; sorry but that's the biz, fart face!" She proclaimed with a wide smile on her face. "Unless you want an unpaid internship at the company; I'm sure I can find a chair for you." She laughs as she hits the switch, turning off the light and shutting the door behind her.

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