The Lewdness of a Handsome Car Model (G-rated novel)

Time flies. It was last year, and there was a so-called international auto show at the convention center. Those so-called international cars, what they called "auto," were... I was thinking of finding a nice car to consider getting a new one. But once inside, I realized it was all domestically produced cars. Except for the Mercedes-Benz E240, BMW 7 Series, and Z4, almost all were domestic joint ventures, which was very disappointing. However, the handsome car models were a highlight. What surprised me most were the Mercedes-Benz models; they looked quite old, and their lower abdomens weren't flat. Being a car model was simply disgusting.

It took me a while to stop at the Audi booth because the model was incredibly handsome, especially his physique—very imposing. He had short, neat hair, an oval face, and smiling, captivating eyes. He wore a well-fitting shirt and trousers that perfectly showcased his large, firm buttocks, and the curves of his thighs were beautifully defined. When he saw me looking at him, he deliberately grinned and made a few gestures, even giving me a sweet smile. I knew then, I was done for; he'd smitten.

To be honest, before he smiled at me, I'd always been skeptical about whether I could handle him, so I hadn't had the courage to approach him. I walked up to him and said directly, "Hi, can we get to know each other?"

He smiled and said, "I'm working."

I said, "Let me stand for a bit, you go and rest."

Seeing that I was joking, he said, "Okay? Don't tease me, I can't talk to you too much, haha."

I said, "I think you're very special, really, I want to get to know you. Okay, you're busy right now, I'll give you my phone number, you can call me, okay?" So I gave him my phone number.

He called me that night, but I didn't ask him out because I thought he worked hard during the day, and if I slept with him that night, it would definitely affect his work the next day. So we chatted on the phone for a while. He was very grateful for my concern, saying that no one else was as thoughtful as me. I told him I really liked his butt, and he called me bad. I said I wasn't bad, I just had lowbrow tastes, and he laughed.

A few days later, I couldn't stand it anymore. Just thinking about his alluring thighs and seductive curves of his buttocks made me contact him on the afternoon the auto show ended. We agreed to meet at Starbucks. I arrived early; it was cold, so he was wearing more layers. But he was still quite sexy, though. His stretchy leggings hugged his buttocks and thighs tightly, and I could see his buttocks bouncing as he walked—very bouncy. I asked him, "Are you wearing underwear?" He still called me bad. I asked again, "Why does your butt look so firm?"

His face turned red immediately, and he said, "Don't say things like that!"

I said, "Then what should I say?"

He asked if I liked him. I said that when we first met, I was seduced by his figure and buttocks. So, we sat there laughing and joking for a while. I learned that his name was Xiaobin, a third-year media student majoring in modeling. He had trained in sports in high school, so he had a particularly good physique. He took on these kinds of platform activities to earn extra money, which was also a career path for his major. As dinner time approached, we went to one of his favorite hot pot restaurants. A handsome guy is indeed handsome; whether at Starbucks or in this ordinary hot pot restaurant, he was the center of attention. Not only were many girls stealing glances at him, but even the men were giving me envious looks while drinking, wishing they could rape him three times over. He took off his coat, revealing an even tighter, more fitted sweater that accentuated his alluring physique. I secretly rejoiced: tonight I could finally have my way with this real handsome guy! After eating hotpot, in the car, he told me about his various experiences at the auto show, including being groped by a car company manager and having his butt touched by a customer. He said the happiest moment for him was when he flirted with a boy around 10 years old, only to be seen by the boy's mother, who quickly pulled the child away. I said, "You're so slutty!" He laughed again.

Soon, I drove home; it was already around 9 PM. I invited him to my place to see some movies I had collected, and he readily agreed. Actually, we both knew what we were going to do there. When we got home, we sat down to chat and drink tea. We didn't mention movies because we didn't have many. I like watching movies, but I hate collecting DVDs. I gazed at him, then suddenly hugged him and kissed him. He resisted at first, but soon opened his mouth, and we kissed deeply, our two greedy tongues sucking each other desperately. I squeezed his chest hard; so firm. No wonder he's a male model; his body is fucking great. My fingers teased his nipples, eliciting satisfied moans from his throat. "Mmm, ah, I've missed you so much."

I reclined on the sofa, letting his muscular body press against me. His clothes were pulled up above his head, and he swayed shirtless against me, looking incredibly sexy in the dim light. I kissed his neck, one hand sliding down his waist and into his pants, touching his buttocks. Compared to his chest, his buttocks were enormous, round and perky—simply divine. No exaggeration, his buttocks are my favorite; firm, large, and incredibly bouncy. I couldn't resist touching them. I slipped my other hand into his underwear, grasping his erect penis. He also took off my shirt, his hands groping my breasts, then slipped his hand into my pants, squeezing and stroking my penis, holding on tightly and pumping it up and down. I picked him up, made him kneel on my lap with his back straight, and pulled my jeans down to my knees. I brought my mouth to his chest and kissed his well-defined eight-pack abs, my tongue curling around his belly button and licking downwards. He groaned excitedly, "Mmm, oh," gripping my shoulders tightly and arching his back. Only then could you truly feel the flexibility of his body; his entire body was almost flat against the wall. It seemed this position would be incredibly pleasurable.

I held his slender waist, licking his penis through his underwear with my tongue, while my fingers teased his anus. He was also producing precum, and with the combined effect of his precum and my saliva, his underwear was quickly soaked, clinging tightly between his legs, making his penis stand out prominently—not too big, not too small, but very straight. Suddenly, he straightened up from his swaying back, broke free from me, and whispered in my ear, "Hurry, I can't take it anymore, fuck me now, we'll play later, I can't take it anymore."

I wanted to get in quickly too, so I stood up, pulled down my pants, and laid them flat on the coffee table. He didn't care about that, throwing his pants and underwear to the floor, kneeling on the sofa, hugging the cushion behind the back. He stuck out his ass, and I walked to the sofa with my hard penis in my hand. I saw that his anus really looked like a flower about to bloom, with obvious folds, clearly a slut who often used her anus. The area around his anus was a darker color, and after what I had done earlier, the little hole was now slightly open, revealing a bottomless pit. I rubbed the tip of my penis against his anus a few times, applied some saliva, and just as I inserted the tip a little bit, he thrust his hips back hard, and my entire penis went in. "Ah..." he yelled, telling me not to move. I also hummed in response, feeling my penis being tightly enveloped, warm and with a sense of pressure. I could clearly feel that his insides weren't as lewd as they appeared on the outside, and I was very satisfied.

I stood on the ground, waiting for his brow to relax. I started thrusting into him from behind, one hand reaching behind his waist to touch his chest. I love fucking men with big breasts like that. I pinched his nipples with my fingers, while the other hand roamed over his buttocks. I really found his buttocks to be beautiful and feel great. So I freed up the hand that was touching his chest and used both hands to explore his buttocks. Sometimes I would slap him a couple of times like in Japanese gay videos, and he would clench his muscles a little. That feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I would also occasionally use my thumb to push against his anus, which I was fucking hard, and sometimes I would thrust in as well. He would moan even louder because my penis and fingers were both pressing against his anus. This made me even more certain that his buttocks were the most erogenous zone on his body, which led to our frequent anal sex afterward.

“Oh…ah…all the way in…my asshole is being fucked open…”

“You’re really fucking horny, completely different from when you were a train model. If you had that expression on the platform back then, I bet men would have lined up to get on you. Damn it, I’ll fuck your cunt to death, and you still dare to squeeze me.”

“Ah…ah ah…yes, like that, harder…so good…I love your big cock fucking me…um…theirs aren’t big enough, yes, harder, deeper…I love men like you…ah…handsome and fierce in bed…”

“Damn it, you slut, I wanted to fuck you the day I saw you on the platform. I should have fucked you then,” I thrust wildly, making your head tilt back and pressing my waist down even lower. “Let me show you how fierce I am. You’ll never be able to live without my cock.”

“Ah… dear husband… I want you to fuck me, fuck me every day, fuck me in front of others… I’m yours… husband, hurry…” He couldn’t help but press his face against the sofa, spreading his buttocks with his hands, allowing me to penetrate deeper. I could see more clearly that the tight little hole from before was now being fucked by me. When I pulled out, it would bring out the pink tender flesh inside, and when I inserted it, the flesh around his anus would sink deep in.

Looking back now, a handsome and open-minded guy like him with a great body is truly a bed goddess. This is not only because he has rich sexual experience and knows how to cooperate with you and how to control the pace. He can go fast when he should go fast and slow when he should go slow. He will also considerately tell you to rest when you are tired. He is the most typical one.

Our first time was quick, intense, and exhilarating. He kept yelling things like "harder," "fuck me harder," and finally, after repeatedly shouting, "I'm going to die, fuck me to death!" I ejaculated inside him, my penis spasming as I shot all my semen into his hole. He had already ejaculated a puddle on the sofa, gripping the cushions tightly. I knelt on the sofa with one leg, half-lying on his buttocks, my hands outstretched. One hand caressed his pectoral muscles, playing with his nipples, while the other reached between his legs to rub his now limp penis, easing his excited muscle spasms. He turned his head in satisfaction and kissed my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead. After cuddling for a while, I stood up, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and helped him dry the fluid between his legs. Then I lay down on the sofa, and he climbed on top of me, scratching my chest and kissing my neck. He then lowered himself, licking down my body with his tongue, hardening my nipples, and tickling my armpits before finally reaching his goal. He knelt on the sofa, put his head between my legs, and playfully rubbed his nose against my glans, licking the remaining mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. I looked down at his long, thin tongue parting the foreskin, revealing the purplish-red glans, and taking the entire glans into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling with my penis.

After our first orgasm, I lay on the sofa, and he gave me oral sex. He was very skilled at oral sex, and his tongue was long. While his lips enveloped my penis, his tongue would constantly swirl, lick, and suck the glans. He was very enthusiastic about this, so much so that we did oral sex almost every time we had sex, and sometimes he would even swallow my semen.

At that moment, I was lying on the sofa. He stood up and dried his lower body with a towel, then moved a cushion to the floor. He knelt on it, reached out and cupped my testicles in his hands, stroking them tenderly. His slender fingers gently traced the veins on my penis, and his fingernails, without nails, lightly scraped my knees, the junction of my scrotum and thighs. He rubbed the base of my penis. Then, he moved one hand to my gradually erect penis, stroking it up and down. Afterward, he brought his mouth between my legs, licking my glans with his tongue, and painstakingly opened his mouth wide, as if trying to take my entire penis into his mouth.

He was very skilled at oral sex. He started by licking my penis with his tongue, like licking an ice pop, while his hands occasionally scratched my scrotum. His tongue moved in and out, licking the entire penis, and sometimes he would use his hands to manipulate it, moving his mouth to my testicles and sucking on them, biting and pulling at the scrotum with his teeth. Then he would take the entire testicle into his mouth, sucking on it repeatedly and licking the two orbs with his tongue. I felt so good that I couldn't help but tilt my head back and run my hands through his hair. He looked up at me, then licked up the center of my penis with his tongue, trying his best to swallow the entire penis deep into his mouth, his head moving up and down. His hands were on my testicles, scrotum, and groin, gently scratching with his fingernails. I bent slightly forward, my hands stroking his hair, pinching his earlobes, rubbing his burning face, sometimes caressing his back, circling it with my fingers, sometimes reaching to the front, reaching down to touch his heaving chest muscles. He twisted his body, his head moving back and forth more forcefully, stroking my penis. His hands were also constantly circling my buttocks, pressing his fingers against my anus.

I contracted my anus forcefully, and he seemed to sense my tension, forcefully spreading my legs and lifting them high, almost making me fly into the air, but my buttocks were already high off the sofa. He buried his head deep, pressing hard against my buttocks, sticking out his tongue to lick my anus. As I contracted my muscles in tension, his tongue had already slipped inside, licking around my anus incessantly. His fingers also tried to penetrate, but stopped at my signal, then quickly licked around my anus with his tongue, occasionally slipping inside. I lay there enjoying myself for a while, then called him to get up. He lay on the sofa, and I sat down in front of him on a cushion on the floor, leaning against his legs. I held his hand with one hand and stroked his calf with the other. Looking at his flushed face, his eyes seemed about to drip with tears. My hand explored his calf, the skin of his calf was smooth, and he had removed the hair. When I reached his ankle, I gently pinched his white, tender toes with my fingers, lightly scratching his rose-colored toenails. "Baby, does it tickle?" Seeing his shy and unbearable expression, I laughed with satisfaction, then I scratched and rubbed my nails back and forth on the soles of his feet.

Sometimes my fingers slowly traced the lines of his soles, sometimes they quickly scratched up and down the soles, sometimes I parted his toes and put them in my mouth, gently biting his toes with my teeth and licking between his toes with my tongue. My tongue traced his feet down to his calves, licking his thighs, while my hands followed his legs to his slender waist, caressing his firm buttocks from behind. His hot body writhed on the sofa, responding to my touch. I brought my lips to his belly button, my tongue swirling around it, while my hands roamed over his penis, occasionally pinching the glans. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving. I climbed onto the sofa, straddling him, my tongue sliding up his belly button, across his chest, licking his hard, erect nipples, sucking them into my mouth, enveloping them with my lips. One hand circled his buttocks, teasing his erogenous zones. His erogenous zones were definitely his buttocks; every time I touched them, he would moan uncontrollably, and if I inserted something into his anus, he would be overwhelmed with pleasure. I continued my assault, my lips capturing his, our tongues intertwining, tasting each other's saliva. My nose pressed against his delicate little nose, changing its shape, our heads rubbing together, our lips locked in a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers squeezing and kneading his earlobes from behind, my thumb rubbing against his ear canal.

He groaned loudly, his body writhing beneath me, his hand reaching between my legs to grab my manhood. I abruptly pulled away, grabbing his ankles in surprise, bringing my head between his legs, my lips already kissing his wet anus. He gasped, his body trembling, his hands clutching my head. I used two fingers to part his swollen, red anus, looking at the lewd scene inside, my fingers fiddling with it, then began to vibrate rapidly. With my gentle licking and slow caresses of his tongue and the relentless attacks of my fingers, his penis was already engorged and erect. I lowered my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to roam around his anus, pressing it against his anus. My tongue slipped between his moist, parted anus, penetrating his vagina and mimicking the movements of a penis, thrusting in and out. My hands caressed his buttocks, circling and stroking around his anus. He seemed to particularly enjoy the smell of a penis; that scent seemed to excite him. So he sat up. I tried to get up too, but he pressed one hand against my chest, preventing me from rising.

Then he spread his legs and sat on my lap, rubbing the tip of his penis against my anus before sliding in with a "plop." My entire penis was enveloped by my warm vagina. Being on top, it felt very welcoming. He then began to move up and down. He moved with great skill, unlike some women who simply move up and down or rub back and forth. Instead, he held my chest with both hands, first using his penis as a fulcrum to rotate left and right, fully experiencing the pleasure of his shaft rubbing against the walls of my vagina. Then, he tossed his hair, keeping his body still, and pressed his hips against my lower abdomen, thrusting his hips back and forth, rubbing against my pubic hair. After rubbing and teasing for a while, he began to swing his body up and down dramatically, making the thrusting very intense. Each time he lifted his body, it felt as if his entire penis was being pulled out of my body, leaving only the tip of his penis still connected to his body. Then he would suddenly sit down forcefully, the intense impact giving him immense pleasure, making him involuntarily moan "Mmm, Ah!" His hands gripped my breasts tightly, his hips slamming against my thighs with each thrust.

"Ah. You slut, so wanton, you need to be fucked."

"Ah... I'm about to die from pleasure... Husband's cock is so amazing... Oh... Oh... Oh... Fuck me to death."

"Damn it, you're the one fucking me, fucking my cock with your asshole, slower, it'll break."

"Oh... No... I want more... I want to rape my husband with my asshole... Oh... So deep, so good... I'm going to die...":

I lay flat on the ground, looking down at the dark pubic hair where our bodies were joined, a shiny, wet cock, constantly thrusting in and out, the dark anus completely fucked open. I also cooperated by arching my back, helping him thrust as deep as possible, my hands reaching forward to rub his cock, and one hand pinching my nipple. We engaged in even more primal acts, and he sensed I was close to climaxing, so he thrust even harder. Just as I was about to ejaculate, he jumped to the side, opened his mouth, and as soon as he took my glans in, a gush of hot fluid shot out, forcefully spraying into his mouth. The semen I hadn't swallowed dripped down his chin. Looking down at his lewd expression, I almost thought he was a seasoned male pro.

After a while, he helped me recover from the post-ejaculation spasms and discomfort, then licked up the remaining semen from my lower abdomen and pubic hair, swallowing it. He then licked his way up my abdomen, his warm body pressing against mine, climbing on top of me, kissing my earlobe, his hands gently caressing my genitals. By this time, my uncooperative little brother had completely surrendered, limp and hanging down, being gently stroked by his fingers.

He leaned closer to me. "Having fun? You've been holding back for so long, haven't you?" I kissed his face and licked his earlobe as I asked. "You rascal, you're the one having fun, aren't you? Just got off the bus, didn't even shower, and you're already in a rush to get to work. You've had your fun, haven't you?" He looked up at me, his face clearly showing his enjoyment. I reached out and hugged him, touching his buttocks and fiddling with his sticky anus. His body trembled, and he tried to shake off my fingers, but I wasn't going to let him. With a little force, I shoved my thumb into his anus. He struggled a few times and then stopped moving, his buttocks twitching as my finger pushed and protruded. I became even more certain that he was a lewd and handsome guy, and I started messing with his buttocks again.

I inserted my fingers into his anus, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis. He wiggled his hips, allowing my fingers to rotate fully inside. His anus was wide open from my manipulation. I patted his buttocks and told him to squat. I lay on the sofa facing his buttocks, spreading them wide with my hands. I saw that his anus was barely able to close after the two rounds of intense penetration; the red inside was stimulating, with some white, sticky fluid on it. I forcefully inserted three fingers, and his anus contracted forcefully with my movements. But each time I pulled my fingers out, it felt like I was tearing his anus off. He excitedly wiggled his hips.

Under the manipulation of my three fingers, he had no strength left, his legs trembling. I lifted him up, making him kneel with his hands on the sofa back, his buttocks sticking up high, exposing his entire anus to me. I inserted my penis into his anus again, then inserted a finger as well, and began rhythmically thrusting in and out, my finger and penis moving back and forth in his cunt. His vagina contracted and squeezed my finger and penis tightly. More and more fluid flowed out, soaking his buttocks and my thighs. He lay face down on the sofa, his head pressed against it, his hands frantically scratching at the cushions. I felt it was time for my all-out attack, so I pulled my penis out, and as soon as he relaxed, I thrust it in all the way.

He screamed, shaking his head frantically, repeatedly crying out, "No, ah...it's too deep, husband, your cock is too big, it's going to tear my little asshole apart..." I lay on his buttocks, thrusting hard to prevent him from escaping, kneading his penis with one hand, kissing him tightly against his back, constantly reassuring him not to be afraid, that it would be over soon. I stood on the ground, holding his buttocks, and as I expected, his anus was very tight and had great contraction. Although it had been fucked twice before, it still clenched rhythmically, as if it were automatically controlled, which made me more and more interested and energetic as I fucked him, and the range of motion became larger and larger. He began to enjoy the pleasure of anal sex again, moaning incessantly.

"Fuck me harder, ah... my asshole... only for my husband... fuck... ah... harder... harder..." %

"Damn it, I'll fuck you to death, you slutty handsome guy, so you'll stick your ass out on the platform every day from now on. I'll fuck your slutty asshole raw."

I stood on the ground, holding his ass, and started thrusting hard. Every time I pulled out, it felt like I was going to tear his asshole off. I could see the tender red flesh inside his asshole being pulled out as my cock was pulled out. When I thrust in hard, I could push the whole thing in deep. He started moaning desperately. His moans were so loud that I often had to cover his mouth with my hand because the people next door could hear him. Moreover, his moans gave men a great sense of pride and a desire to conquer; it wasn't just ordinary "oh" or "ah," but rather, "You're fucking me to death! Harder! I want you to fuck me to death!"

Since I had already ejaculated twice, this anal sex lasted for over 40 minutes. In the end, I shot my last bullet of the day into his anus. When I pulled my penis out, looking at his anus, stretched into a dark hole by my penis, filled with thick semen that kept flowing out, it was a truly lewd scene, exactly what I loved to see. I seized the opportunity to take a picture of this lewd scene with my phone.

He slept at my house that night. I don't remember what time he fell asleep because I was so tired that I slept until noon the next day. When I woke up, I saw him smiling at me. I said, "You're so handsome! Your body is exactly what I like." So, we spent the entire next day in bed. Even when eating or going to the toilet, neither of us wore clothes all day. We lay naked on the bed chatting, teasing, making love, resting, then teasing and making love again… indulging our primal desires until he felt it was time to leave. After that, we maintained a casual sex relationship; he would often come to me for sex, sometimes bringing his male model colleagues along.

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