Incident in Beijing
The brightest memories of my first days at the modeling agency—I'm finally in my world. My first runway show with the girls, the feeling of power in how I looked.
Fragments of memories. I'm walking, placing my feet on an imaginary straight line, and I see my reflection in a large mirror. Every step and what I saw excited me so much that my cheeks burned.
My first Asian contract and a whirlwind of thoughts alone with myself on the plane. My academy classmates are sitting in a tourism class, and I'm flying above the clouds.
A small room in a high-rise with a view of the city. Boys from another Kyiv agency. Going to a club, alcohol, flirting, and dancing.
I imagine,
what it looked like from the outside. A mattress right on the parquet floor, night outside with cars roaring, but the room isn't dark because of the white walls and the artificial light from city advertisements. I'm standing on my bare knees on the firm, thin mattress covered in rough canvas fabric. With my right hand, I'm pulling aside one cheek of my butt so Anton's tongue can penetrate deeper and move between the holes; with my left, I'm holding onto the mattress to keep my balance. In front of me, Gleb sits with his legs spread wide, masturbating. I have no doubts or shame; I'm sure our beautiful bodies were made for this. I kiss Gleb as if it's our first date and I'm trying to flirt with him. He has a masculine face from a "Gucci" ad and full lips. I can't tear myself away from the pleasure of looking at him; I gaze at his athletic torso, flat stomach with abs, and his shaved, curly-haired pubic area from which rises a thick cock with a large head. I caress his muscular legs, grab his athletic buttocks, press my cheek against his cock, lick his balls and shaft, look up at him from below, and take the head into my mouth. Up and down, up and down, I like this monotony, these movements from porn films.Sucking his cock steadily is pleasant and delightful; I feel the rightness of everything around me, as if the deepest meaning is hidden in this. While my hands and head are busy with Gleb, Anton squeezes my breasts, sliding his tongue around the rim of my back hole. My dress hangs on me, crumpled around my lower abdomen; with every movement, my breasts slide across the gray canvas of the mattress. My left foot presses against his muscular chest. With an effort of thought, I shift focus between my sensations. My foot pressed against Anton's chest, his tongue making circular motions licking my hole, my breasts rubbing against the mattress in rhythm with the movements, and my mouth filled with Gleb's cock.
It was one of the best sensations. The three of us on the bed, I'm on my knees, Gleb presses against me from behind, his hot cock sliding between my cheeks without penetrating, Anton kisses my neck, clinging from the front, his dick pressed against my stomach from my pubic bone up past my navel. I close my eyes and try to memorize these touches and feelings.
I like being filled; I'm on all fours while Gleb roughly pounds me from behind. A medium-sized crimson plug vibrates in my ass; I feel the partition between it and his cock. I want more filth. I ask Anton to put clothespins on my nipples; the pain sharply pushes the orgasm away. I lick Anton's balls from bottom to top, I suck them one by one and feel his heavy cock on my face. — Lift your legs! He lies on his back in front of me and presses his knees to his chest. His body is so tense; I caress his beautiful, athletic legs, massage his prostate through his scrotum with my thumb, lick his feet, take the pretty toes on his feet into my mouth, suck his big toes like two small cocks. .оrg I lower my head to his balls, lick his perineum, spread his buttocks, make circular motions with my tongue around the muscles of his hole, bottom to top, clockwise, counterclockwise. Anton slowly moves the skin on his shaft. I remove the clothespins from my nipples for a new wave of pain. I slow down a bit, pull on the plug, it slips out.
I reached for the anesthetic on the bedside table, sprayed it twice into my open mouth to suppress my gag reflex. — Fuck my mouth. I wanted to be completely used. Gleb laid me on my stomach at the edge of the bed, bent my legs at the knees, told me to hold them like that with my hands, and inserted his cock into my mouth. I felt it very deep, felt my throat enveloping it. He took my hair not roughly and began to press smoothly, pushing harder with each thrust until his head slipped into my throat. I was pressed face-first against his pubic bone and couldn't breathe; he started moving more rhythmically and harder. It was like masturbating with my throat; he was just fucking my face, going in completely so I'd start to choke, and it didn't stop him. He pulled his cock out; I barely had time to take a breath before he continued again. He inserted it up to the balls and began slowly moving his hips without pulling out. I again felt that sensation of approaching orgasm in the muscles of my arms and legs. I started running out of air, my throat began to constrict, and tears sprayed from my eyes. Gleb sharply pulled out his cock and, squeezing his balls with his hand, shot cum onto my face; he continued moving his hand along the slippery cock, a second stream and a third, across my cheeks, forehead, and chin. He smeared the cum over my face, then collected it with his fingers and shoved them into my mouth. I greedily licked them and swallowed.
— Want more? — asked Anton, who was filming Gleb and me on his iPhone. Yes, — I barely said.