TOP Model! (The Unbearable Client)

Time flew by so fast, it felt like I just blinked and a new day had already arrived. I kept replaying my meeting with the client in my head. I was psyching myself up to do whatever he asked, and before I knew it, time was running out; it was time to get ready. I put on bright makeup and dressed beautifully to make the best impression on Nikita from the very first seconds.

First, I stopped by Daniel's place; he was thrilled with my appearance, saying I looked stunning! And then he even said that if it weren't for the meeting with Nikita, he'd be giving me head right now. But he understood that all my makeup would run down my face, so he had to restrain himself. And even though the phrase was crude,

a compliment is a compliment. And after that, I felt even more confident. I got into Daniel's car, and he drove me to the meeting.

A few minutes of pleasant conversation in the car, and then a stop in front of a large, beautiful building. "We're here," said Daniel. "Go on by yourself from here; I have other things to do. At the checkpoint, say you're an aspiring actress, scheduled for a shoot with Nikita at 5:00 PM, and they'll let you through." I got out, went inside the building, and approached the checkpoint with a guard. I said everything as Daniel had instructed, the guard smiled and came out to me.

And then he declares, "Tits to the wall, ass to me!" What?! I ask again, "Me?" He repeats, "Tits to the wall, ass to me! And spread your legs wide! There will be a search, in case you're armed." "Yes, what weapon, that's nonsense!" I protested. In response, I hear, "Do it! Without this, you won't have any shoot." I was a bit stunned by such audacity, but I turned my ass to the guard and pressed against the wall. This scoundrel ran a scanner along my back, and then when he reached my skirt, the device beeped. "See," he says, "and you said there was nothing?!"

I was getting more and more surprised, of course there's nothing, it's just a regular zipper on the skirt, there's no threat in it. The guard declares, "Take it off! We'll scan again." He made me take it off and stay only in my panties below. Then he started again, "Ass to me!" I'm ashamed, I turn around, close my legs, and stand waiting. He scans, reaches my butt, "Spread your legs, bitch!" I spread them, realizing I'm even starting to get aroused by such brazen treatment. He pressed his scanner against my panties, right against my pussy. And even started wiggling it back and forth. "What are you doing?!" I ask, while getting wet from such a massage.

The answer is harsh and confident, "My job! Conducting a thorough search. Now tits to me!" I turn around, he runs the scanner along my blouse, the device beeps again. I say, "Yes, that's a metal button, a regular fastener, just to close the blouse." The guard smiles, "Well, you know what to do." I had to take off my blouse too and throw it on my skirt. I was left in just my panties and bra.

He forces me again, "Ass to him." "But I already was!" I start to argue, but it's useless. "That's for me to decide!" I hear in response. I turn around, and the guard aims the scanner right at the bra clasp, and again there's a beep. There are barely noticeable metal straps there. "Take it off!" I ask again, "Seriously?!" The guard snaps, "Do I look like a joker?!"

I took off my bra too, now just with my bare tits in front of him, my nipples hard. He stared at them, pleased, smiling. He already pressed me against the wall himself, grabbed my tits with his hands, and shoved the scanner as if scanning something there. I was getting wetter and wetter, moisture gathering between my legs. Then the guard ran the scanner down and pressed it against me between my legs again; from such treatment, all my juices seeped into my panties. And he kept massaging me there, and then grabbed me there with his hand. "So, what's this moisture?! Maybe you're trying to smuggle sleeping pills or some poison in there?! Take them off!"

I was stunned by such audacity, getting even wetter between my legs. Arousal took over, and I took them off, now standing naked before him. He directly grabbed my pussy with his hand and shoved his fingers in, starting to just finger-fuck me. "What are you doing?! Is this really your job?!" I ask, and I'm so wet I almost want to moan. The guard, ignoring me, brazenly continues to impale me on his fingers. A decent bulge had grown in his pants too.

And I gave in, saying: "You want to fuck me? Fine, just quickly, I need to get to the shoot." In response, another piece of insolence: "That's how it should have been from the start, bitch! Let's go to the bathroom." And he dragged me, naked, straight to the bathroom.

As soon as we entered, he turned me with my tits to the wall. Then he slapped my ass, "Stick your ass out! And spread your legs!" And he himself unzipped his belt and pulled down his pants. I did everything, and he immediately pierced my pussy. I was so wet, I was going crazy! And the guard pounced on me and started pounding me fiercely, as if he hadn't had sex in six months. I even started squealing, throughout the entire bathroom. His cock was very thick, I immediately felt stretched, and soon I was squelching. He thrust into me with enormous power and just drilled me like a whore. Then he turned me around and lowered me to my knees. A moment later, he brazenly spread my mouth with his fingers and started unloading a lot of cum. "Swallow, bitch!" I even choked, but swallowed it all.

Then he quickly got dressed and left as if nothing had happened. I was in shock; I had just been fucked by some guard; this wasn't how I imagined the rise of my career. I went back to his checkpoint for my clothes. My panties had disappeared somewhere... "Did you take them?!" I confronted the guard. "Why would I need them?" he says, smiling again. Well, what could I do? I put on what was left, and the guard took it upon himself to lead me to the studio to Nikita.

On the way, he again impaled my pussy on his fingers, and then pushed me through a door with a sign, "The Path to a Dream Through Humiliation." I entered, walked down a small corridor, and was met by a man around 27-28 years old. "Are you the aspiring actress for 5:00 PM?" "Yes," I say. "Why are you late?" the man continues to ask. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I thought I could get by with general phrases and said I was very sorry. In response, the man finally introduced himself; it was Nikita. Only he wasn't satisfied with my answer. "I don't see in your eyes that you're sorry. And I should be the one feeling sorry for you. But you look quite pleased. So, let's start our work from this; I want you to show me the emotion of pity. So much so that I immediately empathize, want to sympathize and pity you. Is the task clear?"

— Yes," I answer. "Just a minute, and I'll show you everything." I walked to the center of the studio, stopped, and said I was ready. Nikita aimed the camera at my face in close-up, "Begin!" I immediately made a sad face, lowered my eyes, and squeezed out a tear. I thought I was doing great. Nikita took pictures, when suddenly he says, "Terrible! A complete failure! Everything looks acted; I don't believe a single muscle on your face! Where is the shock on your face, that you've experienced something terrible and need sympathy?!

Nikita yelled at me, and I got nervous. I promise to fix it and get back to work. I made my face even sadder, smeared tears on my cheeks to look tear-stained, and wanted to be pitied. Again, camera clicks! And Nikita yells at me again, "Disgusting! Any crybaby can give me such emotions, but you should look like a cornered animal, like a she-wolf, for example. Whose last chance at salvation is to appeal to pity. Understood?!"

I nod, but I'm in a stupor, not understanding what to do at all. Nikita addresses me, "Have you never seen a cornered animal?" I shake my head, "No." And Nikita loudly exclaims, "Assistant! Bring the leash and collar." I wondered, are they really going to show me a cornered she-wolf or another animal now? The assistant, meanwhile, fulfilled the request, brought everything necessary, and stood behind me. Nikita praised him, "Thanks, Mishanya! Now put it on her!" And they put a collar on my neck and threaded a leash through it. I was in the deepest shock. How is this, a collar for me?! And I just couldn't believe what was happening. However, I understood that arguing was a bad idea; disagreement could cost me my career.

Next, Nikita told the assistant to lead me to the right wall, where the lighting was better. And the assistant starts walking, holding me on the leash; I take a step after him. And Nikita interjects, "STOP! The assistant can walk calmly, but you, darling, on your knees and crawl after him." "What?!" I was shocked as if by electricity; I have to crawl here like a little dog? But I remembered Daniel's words, who advised me to do everything. I got on my knees, my skirt tightened, and I was without panties...

God, what a disgrace, not only do I have to crawl on a leash, but also flash my pussy in front of Nikita. The assistant walked, the leash tightened, and I started moving too. Then I hear Nikita's exclamation, "STOP! And where are your panties?!" I answer, "I don't know." Nikita again, "What do you mean you don't know? I don't work with whores! I'm asking again, where are your panties?!"

And then I admitted that I lost them here in the building, maybe the guard took them during the search. Nikita smiled, "Ah, Seryoga, what a rascal! Apparently, he liked you. We have rules here that if a model comes for the first time without underwear, she gets a spanking for educational purposes. And the one responsible for the spanking is exactly Sergei. He loves punishing bitches if they don't give it to him! So he vents his anger that way." And then, Nikita gave me a choice: either the guard gives me a spanking and I continue working, or it's goodbye and out! "What do you choose, darling?!" Nikita asked insolently!

From his tone, I understood he wasn't joking. And, gritting my teeth, I said the spanking. Again I hear, "Assistant! Bring Sergei!" Then his gaze turned back to me, "And you go with him. Or rather, crawl, since you showed up without panties!" I was burning with shame, my face flushed. Me, a confident model, was now being lowered below the baseboard. And I, in a collar, on all fours, had to crawl to this scoundrel who took my panties. But for the sake of a big future, I submitted. I had nothing to lose; I was already on a leash. And I started crawling, swaying my ass; Nikita stared at me.

Then I even decided that it wasn't so bad; I had clearly interested him, and I started getting wet again. I'm just crawling and getting aroused by it. I crawled to the guard; he was smiling again sexpornotales.cc at the sight of me and was already standing with a whip. "What a bastard," I thought. He set everything up on purpose, and I started telling him off. I say, "Scoundrel! Abusing your official position!"

And he in response shows his finger, "Shhhh! Quiet, bitches aren't allowed to speak!" And he whipped me on the ass with the whip. My butt turned red in that spot, and though I seemed angry, I couldn't help but get even more aroused. He then asked, "You need to show pity?" I answer, "Yes, how did you guess?" He answered that he had known Nikita for a very long time and well. He added that my ass wouldn't envy me today, but assured me I'd manage!

Then he repeated his favorite phrase again, "Ass to me!" And I turned around. I immediately got a whip strike on my buttocks. "What are you doing, we haven't even returned to the studio yet?! You'll have time to spank me later." Sergei answered, "Trust me, you want Nikita to be delighted! Then endure!" And he whipped me again.

I cried out, "Ow! Be careful with me, and yes, of course I want to win Nikita over." The assistant started pulling the leash, and I started crawling again, swaying my butt. And Sergei started whipping my ass more and more often. I shuddered, my ass turned red instantly, and at the same time it aroused me so much; a heavy flow started between my legs. I crawled to the studio with a bright red ass and a completely wet pussy.

At the entrance, Sergei brazenly impaled my pussy on his fingers, and the Assistant too... started groping me. I didn't even know how to react. Both ashamed and wanting sex myself. They started taking turns fingering me, squeezing my tits, spreading my ass. And they teased and kneaded me so much that another half minute and I would have come from their hands. But they stepped back and both simultaneously slapped me, Sergei with the whip and the assistant with the leash. Then they opened the door and told me to crawl in.

— Lead her to the wall; we'll continue work now." While they were leading me, they gave me about ten more slaps; I probably turned all red from shame and arousal inside. I already begged them not to slap me anymore, saying I'd show everything myself. Nikita smiled, "Well, for God's sake! Guys, no more whips; if she doesn't succeed now, then proceed immediately to point two.

I was glad the slapping stopped, though it was completely unclear what point two was. I hope I don't find out and just do my job. The shoot resumed; I continue to be sad for the camera, genuinely sad. Nikita takes shots and says, "Weak! I want to see your maximum!" And he orders the guys to move to point two, and tells me not to get distracted and focus on work. The assistant brought out chains with bracelets for my hands and put them on me like handcuffs. The guard brought out a heavy square weight, from which a chain with a fastener came, and placed it to my left. Then he brought a second such weight and placed it to my right. I probably couldn't even lift such a weight. And then he fastened my legs.

Now I didn't look like a little dog on a leash but like a slave in shackles, constrained in movement. I didn't understand why this was and just tried to cope with the emotion, but try pleasing Nikita. The assistant approached me again; in his hands were a black blindfold and a gag. Nikita said he was stopping the shoot and would continue work after executing point two. "What's point two?!" I only managed to ask before my mouth was gagged and a blindfold was thrown over my eyes.

Then I heard the weights being moved away from me, and my legs started to spread apart. Then someone came up, lifted my skirt, unbuttoned my blouse, took off my bra, and let my tits hang out. I was just like in a maniac's lair. They started touching me, now my tits, now my pussy; it seemed like at least six hands were groping me, maybe more; I started flowing heavily again. A moment later, they spread my ass and lubricated it with something cool.

I wanted to say no, this is too much, but I couldn't do anything anymore. A thick cock pressed against my ass. And started impaling me. And I can't even move; the weight is in the way. And they start fucking me more and more intensely and deeply. I don't even know who it is. This arouses me even more, and at the same time, it's offensive that they're just making me a whore. From arousal, I came in a few seconds; the cock had only just gained momentum inside. And then he started pounding me with all his might, as if I were guilty of something. If only they could film my face now, I'd definitely give the emotion; I want mercy. Do they really not pity me? Apparently not...

The cock kept wrecking my ass; I started moaning, as much as the gag allowed. I heard Sergei's voice from the side, "What, bitch, moaning again?! I'm next." And they just