Alice had arrived and was sitting in one of the photography rooms in my studio while I saw out another model. As well as being her photographer, we have been making content for her OnlyFans for a couple of months now.

She was wearing knee-high socks, a black and white tartan skirt and a white shirt. And thanks to the fact that she was sitting on the sofa with her knees high up and her feet on the edge, I now knew she was wearing white panties; her long black hair was straightened and flowing freely.

“Don’t move,” I said, walking around her with the camera. I dropped to my knees, taking more photos.

“This isn’t my outfit, Liam; this is just my normal clothes,” she said with a laugh.

“Well, you look hot, and it makes me want to fuck you; isn’t that the point?”

“Oh, it really is, as long as you can go two rounds!” she said with a cheeky smile.

“Like you need to ask,” I said with an air of confidence.

I then placed the camera on a tripod and flicked it to video. Standing over her, I leaned down to kiss her and allowed my hand to trace up her thigh and stroke her over the white panties. Gently pulling them to the side, I stroked and then probed her increasingly wet pussy.

As I moved my fingers in and out faster, she broke our kiss as she was now moaning loudly, “How do you get me so turned on and so wet, so fucking quickly?” she sighed.

I simply smiled.

“Well, two can play at that game!” she said, lying on her side and undoing my trousers. As she released my hard cock she looked up at me and said, “See, I knew you would be hard already.”

She smiled and took me between her lips. Tightening her grip, she pumped my shaft and then slid her lips as far down as she could.

After a couple of minutes, I pulled her up onto her knees and turned her around on the sofa. I slid her panties down her thighs and stroked her pussy as she sighed loudly.

I tore my T-shirt off, stood behind her and rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips. She moaned and started pushing back against me. I grabbed her hips and held her, sliding only the first inch or two of my cock in and out of her.

“Stay still; how am I meant to tease you?” I said.

“I don’t want you to tease me; I want you to fuck me, hard and deep!” she said and pushed herself back against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into her wet, warm depths.

“You should be careful what you ask for, girl!” I stated, pushing her down onto the sofa. I held her still and slammed into her from behind, drawing a grunt from deep in her throat.

I withdrew almost all the way, then slammed into her supple body again.

By the fifth time, she was squealing with every thrust.

“No more, no more, no more, just fuck me for god’s sake, please fuck me!” she cried out with a frustrated laugh.

Instead, I grabbed her and threw her onto her back on the bed, grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her towards me. I slid into her wide-open legs and penetrated her.

There was no teasing this time, and as I thrust in and out, her breathing rapidly became laboured, her head writhing on the bed, her mouth wide open as her hands clawed her blouse open; she kneaded and pinched at her own breasts as I fucked her hard.

She exulted loudly, and her body spasmed as she came, hard and loud.

Watching, hearing and feeling her orgasm below me almost pushed me over the edge, but I tightened every muscle I had and stayed still, allowing her body to spasm and twitch on my cock as her orgasm subsided, before withdrawing and standing to stop the recording.

“Ready for round two?” I asked as I pulled on my jeans.

Alice looked at me from the bed and said, “Absolutely, Liam, once I can feel my legs again!”

“Take your time; I will make us coffee,” I said as I walked out.

She joined me shortly after, her blouse still open halfway down, exposing her breasts to my wandering gaze as we chatted. “So what is the plan?” I asked.

“Well, I have an outfit that I think you will like, and we shall just take it from there. I shall go and get ready,” she said as she finished her coffee.

“Ok, cool. So how do you want me?” I asked as she walked off.

“Just naked. And hard,” she said without looking back.

Twenty minutes later, she walked back into the kitchen.

She literally took my breath away.

She put on a black wig in the style of a long bob with a heavy fringe. She was wearing long PVC gloves that came past her elbows. An under-bust PVC corset was tightly laced around her, pushing her naked breasts over the top. All she wore below were whale net tights, the crotch torn away to reveal her still pink and engorged shaved pussy.

She stood with her hands on her hips and legs slightly too far apart, allowing me to take her in, and I realised I had been staring for too long. “You look fucking amazing. Do I have to call you mistress now?”

“Thank you, and that might not be a bad idea. I like it.”

We walked into one of the rooms, and she chose a brightly coloured, flashy sofa that would contrast with her outfit. I lined up the camera.

“I want you naked and lying on your back,” she said after I had hit record.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said and stripped, lying on the sofa, a hat pulled down over my eyes to help hide my identity. She strode over to me. She secured my hands to my thighs using Velcro manacles and slowly climbed to straddle my legs.

She took my rapidly rising cock in her hand and started to slowly stroke it.

“I finally have you where I want you,” she said as she leaned down and ran her tongue up the shaft of my hard cock.

“Yes, Mistress,” I sighed as she teased and licked her way along the shaft before finally lifting it with her hand and looking up at me as she opened her mouth wide and rolled her tongue around the head of my dick a few times, then slowly drew it into her mouth.

She moved up and down for the next few minutes. I could not help but sigh; the feeling of the cold PVC glove stroking me was a sharp contrast to her warm, wet mouth.

She suddenly looked up. “You taste of my pussy!” she sighed.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said with a gasp, not knowing what else to say.

“I like it.” She smiled and devoured my cock again, taking it as deep into her throat as she could.

She suddenly stopped. Moving further up my body and crouching above my waist, her thighs spread wide open, she took my erect shaft in her hand and slowly lowered herself down, impaling herself on my member.

She placed her hands on her knees and slowly moved up and down, then placed her PVC-clad hands on my stomach for balance as she rode my cock, drawing sharp sighs from my throat.

“Don’t you dare cum till your Mistress permits you. Understand.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, my voice strained with control as she leaned back on her hands and slowly slid up and down my length, taking me as far into her body as she could until she was sitting on my pelvis.

Just at the point where I was starting to worry about my control, she raised herself off me and moved to the top of the sofa and turned round so she was facing my feet.

She straddled my head so her thighs were on either side of my face. I heard her voice above. “I want you to eat my pussy now, and I am not moving until I have cum on your face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said and lifted my head, lapping at her with my tongue before running it along her soaking lips. She leaned forward and took my cock into her hand, slowly stroking back and forth.

Realising this was now a race, I sucked her clitoris into my lips and manipulated it with my tongue the way I knew would drive her mad. Her hand faltered as she threw her head back and ground her pussy onto my face.

I turned my head, gasping for breath and then latched onto her clitoris again, not stopping till I heard her orgasm loudly above me. Her twitching threatened to dislocate my jaw, but I would not stop until she lifted off me.

She turned and lay on top of me, the cold of the PVC pressed against my skin as she kissed me deeply, her tongue encircling mine. She slowly kissed her way down my chest and then down my stomach, running her tongue along the length of my hard cock, kissing the tip as it throbbed beneath her.

“You may cum now,” she stated and sucked my cock into her lips, taking it to the back of her throat over and over again until my fists tensed and strained in their bonds at my side, and I groaned loudly as I thrust to the back of her mouth and flooded the back of her tongue with hot cum.

Finally, she sat up, licking her lips and sighed, “Good slave.”

She stood and walked over to the camera, pressing stop on the recording.

“That was fucking amazing,” she said with a grin and jumped to sit on my stomach, removing the hat.

“Are you going to release me, Alice?” I asked, indicating my still-bound wrists.

“Maybe,” she said with a wicked smile.

An hour or so later, as she was about to leave, she kissed me on the cheek and turned and said, “You are shooting with Sarah next week.”

“I am, yes. She has recovered after her boob job and wants to show them off. Why do you ask?” I said.

“She was talking to Kelly and a couple of the other girls last week and was bragging that she was going to try to fuck you. I just wanted to let you know,”  she said.

“It wouldn’t be the first time one of my models has come onto me; you know that, or was there another reason you wanted to tell me?” I asked.

“No, it is none of my business what you do when we are not together,” she said a little unconvincingly. She kissed me on the cheek.

I frowned as she turned and left.  

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