Again, I had been in the studio for a couple of hours when I heard the bell.

Pressing the door release button, I said, “Come on up, Alice,” into the intercom. I was already boiling the kettle when she strode into the kitchen area and said.

“Hi, handsome, how are you?”

“I am good, Alice. How are you?” I asked back.

“I am so good, and I have something to show you.” She said with a broad smile.

She pulled a paper out of her bag and slid it over to me on the counter. She started to explain what I was looking at. “This is the analytics for my OnlyFans site for the last month. The top graph is traffic, people who visited, and the second graph is finance, people who paid for content.”

I studied the paper and could see both graphs showing a steep increase over the last five or six days. She had placed two red exes on each graph. She pointed at them and said, “As you saw when I sent it for your permission, I split our video into two. This is where I uploaded the video of you fucking my throat, and this is where I uploaded the video of you going down on me.”

After both X’s, there was a sharp incline. “Well, that certainly looks to confirm your expectations, Alice. I can’t say I am not impressed,” I said.

“Well, my fans were certainly impressed with you. I have more female fans than you may think, and they love you on camera. I have also had a couple of the other OnlyFans girls asking who the ‘Talent’ is. Of course, I have refused to tell them. By next week, I should have a better idea of the financial side, and I think it is fair that I give you 20% of the increase,” She said.

“Only if you are sure you are happy with that, Alice. I have something for you, too.” I said, passing her an envelope.

“My OnlyFans has steadily increased over the last two years, but I have never seen an increase like this, so trust me, you are worth it if it continues. Does this mean you are in?” she said with a smile, holding up the sexual health certificate I had given her.

I nodded and said, “ I have thought about it a lot over the week, and if it were anyone else, I would have said no. But yes, I am in. I have even started working out again, so I am in good shape for you. So what do you want to do today?”

“Well, let’s start slow. I have been neglecting my social media a little, so I have a sexy lace bodysuit to shoot for that.” She said unable to stop smiling.

“Well, stop grinning like the cat that got the cream and go and get changed then,” I said. Ten minutes later, we were in the bedroom taking pictures of her in the aforementioned lace bodysuit, kneeling and then lying on the crisp white sheets.

When she was happy with the shots, she stated that she also had some new lingerie to shoot. Almost out of habit, I started walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To let you change,” I said automatically.

“Liam, you have seen it all before. I have sucked your cock and cum on your face, and you are going to be fucking me later”, she said with a cheeky grin.

“I suppose you are right.” I laughed.

“I would be offended if you didn’t enjoy the view.” She said as she peeled off the lace bodysuit and sat naked on the side of the bed, sliding on the black lace panties before clipping on the matching lace bra.

“Well, I can’t argue; it is a great view,” I said as I snapped with the camera, moving around her as she lay on the bed.

“That looks amazing, Alice. Now lie on your side, head up on your elbow.” I stepped in to move her hair out of her body and then continued shooting. She had not straightened her long hair this time, and it was full of soft curls.

“Ok, now stand and turn your back to me, look over your shoulder, that’s it, chin a little higher, perfect.” She always took instructions really well, and we swiftly had a lot of great shots. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

She kissed my cheek and said, “They look amazing.”

“So what next?” I asked.

“Oh, you are going to love this. I have had multiple requests for another spanking video, this time over your knee, specifically with no panties and a short skirt," she said.

“Well, who am I to argue with your fans? Get changed then, and I shall set the camera up.” I answered.

She stood slipping her panties off, saying, “You can stop looking so bloody pleased,” and then laughed.

“Can’t blame a man for enjoying his work,” I said.

She pulled on a tight, cropped T-shirt, thigh-high socks, and a skirt that was so short it was technically a belt. I set up the camera at a high angle so it would miss my face, then sat on the side of the bed.

Alice pressed record with me centred in the shot, and then walked in front of me, the camera showing the short skirt swaying as she walked, with the curves of her buttocks clearly visible below its hem.

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her over my knee. I stroked and squeezed her pert buttocks before starting to spank her arse hard, alternating sides every few strikes.

I paused and stroked my hand over her behind again before starting to slap harder and faster. She writhed, squirmed, and loudly protested on my lap. I found this a huge turn-on, despite knowing she was acting.

As I paused the spanking again and stroked her behind, my fingers brushed the lips of her pussy, drawing a long, deep sigh from her. My fingers were now wet. This was not acting.

I spanked her arse again. Hard. After ten or twelve strikes, she cried out for real.

“Have you learned your lesson now?” I said, stroking her behind.

“Yes, sir, I am sorry, sir,” she said, looking back at me with a smile, playing along.

“Good girl, then you deserve a reward,” I said as she looked at me, confused.

She soon understood when my hand slid up the inside of her thigh to stroke and rub her pussy, her eyes opened wide in surprise. I slid two fingers inside her soft, wet opening as she closed her eyes and moaned loudly as one of her hands gripped and clawed at my ankle.

“Oh god, don’t stop!” she moaned, definitely not acting.

I repositioned my hand slightly to allow my thumb to rub her clitoris, and her moans rose an octave or two as I sped up my attention.

A minute or two later, she threw her head back and moaned loudly as her body twitched, tensed, and spasmed across my lap. As she subsided, she turned on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply.

“Jesus Christ, if you keep making me make those kinds of noises, you are going to make us a fucking fortune.” I laughed and kissed her as she stood up and walked over to press stop on the camera.

“Happy to be of service.” I laughed.

“Don’t look so bloody pleased with yourself; I could feel how hard you were when I was on your lap!” she said as she placed her arms around my neck.

“I will put the kettle on while you get dressed,” I said, kissing her.

She walked into the kitchen area and sat down, still looking a little flushed.

I passed her a cup of coffee. “Can I admit something, Liam?”

“Of course, Alice, what is it?” I said, sitting opposite her.

“I want to record more content tonight. In fact, after what you just did to me, I really, really want to record more, but despite it being my idea, I find myself a bit apprehensive.” She said with a slightly shy smile. This was a side of her I had not seen before.

“We don’t have to rush anything, Alice. I am happy to wait if you want,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

“Oh, hell no, I really need you to fuck me tonight. I just thought if we took a camera to my house and shared a bottle of Bourbon, it might help with the nerves and feel more natural for the first time.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh, thank God! Get your coat, and I will lock up and drive us to yours.” I said with a laugh.

Half an hour later, we were sitting next to each other on the grey sofa in her front room. The house was small but nice, though a little bare as she had only recently moved in.

She had gone upstairs briefly and come back down wearing a short black satin nightie with a deep lace neckline, her nipples straining against the material.

My camera was set up on a tripod, and we were three glasses each into the bottle of Jack Daniel's she had brought in from the kitchen.

There had been plenty of kissing; she was a very good kisser. But neither of us seemed to want to make the first move, as this thought was crossing my mind, Alice stood up, turned on a lamp, and turned off the main light.

She pressed record on the camera and stood in front of me, sliding her nightie off her shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor. She took my hand and helped me to rise off the sofa.

I stood and kissed her, wrapped my arms around her naked body as her fingers undid my jeans and pushed them, along with my boxers, down my hips. I bent down to pull them off my feet and then stood again. By the time I had pulled my t-shirt over my head, Alice had dropped to her knees in front of me and taken my already rising cock between her lips.

She sucked on it enthusiastically as I stroked her hair, sliding it in and out of her lips before taking it deep into her mouth. After a few minutes, she looked up at me with a look of desire and said, “Take me by the hair, bend me over the sofa, and fuck me!”

I followed her instructions, grabbing hold of her long hair and pulling her to her feet, pushing her over the back of the sofa and kicking her ankles apart. Taking my cock in my hand, I lined up and slid into her wet, warm, and welcoming pussy.

She sighed in release of anticipation, as well as pleasure. As I quickly built up speed and depth, her sighs rapidly became loud moans. Remembering I was meant to be putting on a show, I grabbed her shoulder and made a spectacle of slamming into her from behind. Pausing between each thrust as she moaned loudly.

She also seemed to remember we were on camera and started to vocalise loudly. “Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me hard.” I didn’t know whether this was genuine pleasure or for the camera, but the effect on me was the same.

I started to pound into her slim body savagely from behind. “Oh god yes, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, realising she was actually getting rather loud. I reached around and clamped my hand over her mouth as her loud, muffled affirmations continued.

She turned her head and looked back at me, so I released my grip. “This feels amazing, but you can’t see much.” I looked up and realised half of our bodies were hidden by the sofa. I nodded.

I withdrew from her, slapped her arse, then, much to her surprise, I pulled her up off the sofa, lifted her into my arms and over the back of the sofa and dropped her onto it. She landed with a giggle and quickly turned onto all fours.

I slowly walked around the sofa, aware that the camera was now focused on her sublime wiggling arse. Picking up a scarf from the end of the sofa, I took up position behind her and said, “Open your mouth.” She looked over her shoulder, smiling, and quickly understood.

“Yes, sir.” She said and allowed her mouth to hang open. I wrapped the scarf around her head as a gag and used it to pull her back onto me as I again slid into her tight, warm pussy.

Her muffled moans grew in intensity as I fucked her hard from behind, her breathing became erratic, and I could feel her pushing her hips back into me before she more or less screamed through the gag as I felt her pussy pulse and grip around my cock. Her whole body trembled and spasmed as she was gripped by the powerful orgasm.

As she subsided, I released the scarf and took hold of her hips, slamming into her body a few more times before finally tensing and coming deep inside her.

As I withdrew from her, she collapsed onto the sofa and lay basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. I stood behind the camera and zoomed in a little on her face just in time for her to slowly exclaim, “Fucking hell,” and smile.

I pressed stop.

I joined her on the sofa, lying behind her, and pulled her onto my arms.

Eventually, she spoke. “That was fucking amazing, Liam. I knew we would be good together, and in case you wondered, there was no faking from me in that,” she said with a laugh.

I smiled proudly.

After ten minutes, I pulled on my boxer shorts and made us both a cup of coffee. By the time I came back into the living room, she was sitting on the sofa in her satin nightie and had turned on her laptop.

“Do you want to watch it back?” she asked enthusiastically.

I nodded and sat next to her as she pressed play. She gave a thoughtful running commentary on certain parts. “Oh, that looks good. We need to think about angles more here. That was great what you did there, giving me time on camera.”

“Oh god, is that my sex face? I definitely need to stay off camera.” I said with a grimace.

She burst out laughing and then said, “Don’t worry, I can either crop it or blur your face.”

We watched the rest of the video, and she stated, “I am so impressed; we work really well together, I am naturally submissive anyway, and your dominant side comes across the second we start, I think it is brilliant.” She was smiling.

“I have never really watched much porn, but even I have to admit, we look good.” I conceded.

“To be honest, I only watch porn for the occasional idea or content inspiration, but that looked really natural. In fact, it looked fucking hot, and this will only be seen by my highest paying clients as exclusive content, so it is not like it will be on porn hub for all to see.” She was leaning into me now. Her hand on my thigh slid up to find me hard in my boxer shorts. She started to absent-mindedly stroke me.

As I sighed, she laughed and said, “Well, it certainly seems to have had an effect on you, and if your powers of recovery are this good, it is going to be amazing.” As I laughed, she bent her head and pulled my cock out of my boxers.

“Don’t you want the camera on, Alice?” I said with a sigh as her tongue rolled around the tip of my cock.

“Not this time, Liam; this is just my way of thanking you for an amazing night.” As she locked her lips and took me slowly to the back of her throat, I allowed my head to lean back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

See the Story illustrations folder in my Media section for pics to accompany the story.