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They stood in the room where the calendars were made, and Asuka was already nude.
It was her first real gravure shoot, at least one beyond simple underwear, for a photobook/calendar hybrid that would be sold on the Japanese interweb.
From performing in those radio broadcasts to this... she thought as she cradled a fur boa around her neck. It was the only article of fabric touching her then, and other than that, she was completely bare; pale skin for the camera, her breasts on display, and even her bush, black and dark.
She smiled in so many of the shots, trying to keep herself excited like she normally was for shoots like this — the clothed ones, anyway. But a part of her was too filled with butterflies to fully focus, knowing as she did how many thousands of people were likely going to see her, and be able to see her, completely naked at any time of the day whenever they wanted soon. Embarrassing!
It was freeing, in a way, being without her clothes, letting the air of the studio touch her skin, even as the various production assistants took their pictures and maintained their gear. In this sense, it was almost normal, almost expected, even as she bent over or turned around, and mostly just hung out on-set, barefoot and with not a single inch to cover any of herself with.
There wasn't any real shame in this, at least not yet. She was 26 and had spent her life on-stage and in TV and commercials in so many different outfits and hadn't felt any then either; this was so similar, and in a way so different, because there weren't any outfits. There was just her, and her natural curves, and the lens of the camera to capture it all. She'd be exposed like this for the rest of her life, and somehow happy to have done it while she was able to have done it.
Some part of her thought she might move into JAV after that, but it wasn't yet decided. After all, to move from a simple nude photoshoot to videos of her actually having sex on camera? Men she barely knew having their way with her, penetrating her mouth or other parts of her? It would be so different — she would take another step, go from almost-innocent woman with no clothes on to a full adult video star in a way, and the entire world would be able to see her doing those things when she'd made so much of an effort even to avoid it in her personal life, every so often when it came up.
But it thrilled her. She thought of what it might feel like, sitting under the lights, letting her emotions go free and wild, knowing that not only was every inch of her on display now, as before, but also her soul and spirit, as the men in each video claimed her and took her over and over again and she became more well-known for her sexual service than for her radio broadcasting and Jpop singing.
Would she handle it? Could she?
Maybe I could specialize, she thought. I could do cosplay-only videos, or not have any sex at all. Maybe my videos could just be...facials! I can handle that, right? Even if they're heavy ones? Hmm, maybe...what if they want me to suck them? Or jerk them off? Will I like that? I won't even know those men, but I'll have to feel their parts in my mouth, down my throat, across my tongue, and look up at them as if I adore them, licking their balls and not even being able to say anything...
I'll never be able to go back from that...especially not if it's on camera! In person, I could erase it, but on camera is captured forever...everyone can see me...from an audience point of view, they'll just see their beautiful Asuka, with her face filled full, and they'll never not be able to see me and think of anything but the moment I did it...what if I choke? What if they see me gagging and coughing around it? Or if I lose control? And the taste...the sensation of it...?
It was only a few months later, and she was putting those thoughts to use and finding out firsthand what it would be like: on her knees in a bedroom set, half-constructed but mostly realistic, staring up at the third generic Japanese guy that day. Her quirky smile was on display for the camera and she deftly put it to good use, surprising herself how well she took to the role of professional cocksucker.
But she was good at it. And she liked it. I thought I'd feel humiliated, she wrote in her journal once, but it's really quite a special feeling. You can feel his size and shape across your entire mouth, and in that moment, you know you're useful. The best part is, with all those cameras watching you, not a moment is ever missed.
It was a film where her hair had to be held in both his hands, so that he could take control of the motions every now and then, so there were times she wasn't sucking so much as being throat-fucked, her brown eyes wide as she had been told to keep them, the man filling up her mouth and leaving trails of wet across her lips and chin along the way.
Later, by the time the film reached the internet, that would be the main clip played over and over, in countless GIFs and video files. Jpop star Asuka Saito, her mouth used like a toy, until taking his cum across her tongue and down her throat like a good porn star should.
The day came for her to lose her on-camera vaginal virginity, and she was only too enthusiastic. It was decided that she'd be on her back, with her legs spread and held by the ankles by a man on each side, so that the man taking it could easily access her.
As the cameras began rolling, she could be seen breathing gently, her nude chest rising and falling, as she smiled up at them and nodded to signal she was ready. He lined himself up and slipped inside her; there was little romance, and her lips were already wet, she just smiled as he slid inside her like it was so fun for her to feel.
I actually managed to forget the cameras were rolling at one point, she told her journal about later. I'd never felt so exposed, but so used, but so excited at the same time before. He wasn't big, but he was pushy, and since I couldn't wrap my legs around him, I wrapped my arms around him instead. He kept licking me and kissing me, which wasn't nice, but he was fairly quick. It lasted about ten minutes for the video before the next one came in.
And it did. He railed away at her for about ten minutes, in quick, desperate motions, feeling her hole wrapped around his cock, bouncing her away on the bed underneath him. The camera caught the whole thing, and if the uncensored version ever made it out, suddenly everyone would know exactly what Asuka's vulva and bush looked like as she put them to use in a sexual sense; the fantasies of hundreds, perhaps thousands of fans recorded in camera at long last.
Because she was on birth control, he was able to finish inside her, leaving a trail of slimy white before the next one took over. She hadn't come close to finishing by then, and wasn't sure if she was going to, but each man brought her a little closer and made her feel a little more used in his own way. She could feel her muscles tightening around him, and each other one, as she took their insertions, and actually did forget the cameras were on; it just felt too good to lose herself in it, to submit entirely to the feeling of fucking and being fucked, and she wanted it to go on forever, or at least as long as it could.
Eventually, finally, she got closer, so close, and it was the fourth man who brought her there. Still so far, but she needed him, she craved him, and she could feel her own warmth as the heat of her core pushed against his, desperate for him to take her, to ram her, to take everything she had and give it back to her in turn.
Her quirky smile turned to a desperate gasp and the world melted away. If she could, she would've emitted small heart emojis as the glow took herself over and she finally moved toward the precious edge, and closer, the camera capturing every second of her heady, enraptured bliss. She moaned, she cried, and it took her flesh over little by little until her existence had been given over to the beast of her pornographic life.