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I also had my first view of Alice's breasts. They weren't by
any means spectacular, but they were perfectly natural and
incorporated an certain eroticism in the way her nipples were
protruding, the flesh seemingly drawn out to meet them. I dare say
Felix had done some work on them by this point – they seemed
decidedly puffy – but for the most part quite individual. I
wondered whether Alice like them or found them
embarrassing.

She was doing well up to this point. There were odd little
snippets that made you wonder and there were the everyday panties
of course, not to mention her sports bra, but on the whole, Alice
had carried it of. Until, that is, Felix got a handful of hair and
used it to pull her onto his prick.


Oh no!” She said out loud, pushing herself away and turning to
look straight into the tripod camera. “I don't do that.”

It wasn't just what she said – that was enough in itself – it
was just as much the way she said it. I hadn't heard much of her
chat with Trev, just the odd murmur, but here she was announcing to
the room and to the potential audience – providing Trev didn't cut
that out – exactly how moneyed and well at heel she was.

I did my best not to laugh. Others didn't manage quite so
well. Trev looked towards the ceiling, took a breath then left his
station behind the tripod. I caught a glimpse of Felix looking …
determined.

There followed a period of inactivity while Trev talked
quietly with Alice. Voices weren't raised, so I couldn't get much
of an idea what was being said, but I'd guess that Trev was
offering her more money and that Alice, if she had any sense and no
real hang ups, was negotiating like mad. After two minutes,
whatever had been decided was enough for the shoot to continue.
Trev returned to his camera and Felix resumed his place by the
chaise.

After a few seconds of composition, Alice once again took hold
of his prick and started pulling it off. As before, she did so
without actually looking at it, concentrating instead on the
window, while sparing the odd glance up at Felix, her expression a
mix of concentration and concern. But when the time came for the
kind of progression she was getting paid for, the transition wasn't
exactly straight forward.

Taking hold of Felix' prick with both hands so that just the
purple head and a slender portion of the shaft was sticking out she
encroached upon it as though it was sausage smothered in the
hottest chilli sauce imaginable. A couple of times she went to make
contact with her tongue only to draw back at the last minute,
occasioning the failure with a heavy sigh that made her nipples
stick out even more. On the third attempt she made the slightest of
contacts and it took her another few goes before she was familiar
enough to take the smallest measure of the head into her
mouth.

It's worth saying that this is the kind of scene that's well
practised in the porn industry. Well practised and, in some cases
at least, well acted. The girl feigns innocence and horror at the
thought of sticking that huge cock in her mouth but does so anyway
and, in most cases, does so with a certain skill and relish. Alice
wasn't by any stretch experienced in making such films. I really
don't think she was that experienced at sex in general and
certainly not in the finer details of how to suck cock.

For the next few minutes Alice's hesitancy dominated the
proceedings, her hands holding firmly to Felix' prick so that the
whites of her knuckles were showing, her mouth briefly covering a
fraction of what it might, only to be drawn back again. To her
credit, she did seem to be sucking at it, certainly her cheeks were
drawn in, but it didn't exactly make for intense viewing. At least
not for those who might want action over psychological
intrigue.

It was Felix who chose to alter the circumstances, gently
retrieving his prick from her grasp and establishing himself on the
chaise, sitting with his back against the upright so that he was
facing Trev's camera. With a bit of coaxing, Alice was persuaded to
position her self between Felix' legs, on her knees with her hands
resting on the top of his thighs. It was fairly obvious what was
required, but it took another minute or so for Felix to lead her
into it, dipping her head down to meet his prick.

With the two hand-helds getting close up views on what exactly
she was doing – Trev's stationary camera was focussing in on her
arse and pussy naturally – Felix gathered up the free strands of
Alice's hair, pulling more loose in the process, and by that means
freed up the view and, more importantly, got a measure of control
over her ministrations.

I had to slither round slightly, but I got a good enough view
to see that she was soon obliged to take the whole head into her
mouth and, by virtue of the fact that she was resting with one hand
on his stomach, a portion of the shaft as well. I don't think she
was relishing the task particularly, but equally, she didn't seem
to be fighting against it.

Gradually though Felix bagn to take more control, his grip on
her hair becoming more established and when, with gentle
persuasion, he managed to loosen her grip on his prick, he started
pulling her on to him more so that she was taking in close to a
third of his entire shaft. Not that he was excessively big, in the
scheme of things – maybe eight inches or so – but enough certainly
to make a difference.

Not satisfied with that, he eased her back enough so that he
could stand up again while keeping her on hand and knees and then
started thrusting gently up into her mouth, one hand holding fast
to her ever-loosening hair, the other reaching back to where his
fingers began playing with her pussy. With her back arching,
pushing against his hand, and the submissive way she allowed him to
enter her mouth, Alice gave every sense that she was by now turned
on completely. But if she was, Felix, wasn't fully
satisfied.

After a couple of minutes he climbed back onto the chaise,
standing up this time and inducing Alice, still on knees, to sit
up. Taking a firm hold of her hair, long, lustrous strands falling
down her back and over her breasts, he used his other hand to
direct the head of his prick between her lips. She made to hold
onto it, but Felix gently moved her hand aside even as he pushed
more of the shaft into her mouth.

Satisfied that he could have his way, he started forcing her
onto him, soon taking hold of her head with both hands and giving
her little choice but to move. He wasn't remorseless, he didn't go
so far that she found herself gagging, but he did make sure that
she was fucking his prick with her mouth.

From where I was, it was apparent that Alice had turned a
corner. Now she was looking along the length of his shaft in
earnest, or else gazing up at Felix, silently imploring him to
thrust harder and deeper. Her hands moved from his stomach where
they had tried for a measure of control, round to his arse which
she pressed towards her.

By this time of course, Felix prick was fully alive to the
situation, the shaft fat and solid with veins criss-crossing the
skin, the head, when it was visible, engorged and bright, the whole
wet with her saliva. Alice's lips were stretched to allow it
passage. It was pretty obvious that he couldn't continue with this
for much longer, though as it was he managed to stretch it our
another five minutes before pushing her off his prick.

She used a hand to catch hold of a ribbon of saliva that
escaped from her mouth, before, obedient to Felix' guiding hands,
she lay back on the chaise and allowed him to part her stockinged
legs wide, watching with wide-eyes as he slowly inserted his ugly
prick into her pussy.

It wasn't easy and it wasn't done with any notion towards
speed. As if to confirm my suspicion that she wasn't that
experienced, Alice was apparently very tight, Felix patiently
feeding the head of his prick inside her in increments before, with
a certain generosity, doing the same with the rest of it. Alice
watched the whole event, making delicious little explosions of air
that came out as gasps with each additional measure of flesh that
was pushed inside her.

While this was going on, Alice was attempting to control
proceedings, partly with her hands on his stomach and also with her
thighs against his waist, but once he was in, Felix took control.
Removing her hands from his stomach, he pushed her right leg down
onto the chaise while lifting her left leg until her ankle was
resting on his shoulder. From there it was easy for him to lean
forward slightly and he started thrusting into her steadily, using
the full length of his prick to stretch her out, aiding the process
by altering the angle of his prick back and forth.

After a few moments, he was satisfied enough to start fucking
her properly and it was then that I came to appreciate the meaning
of his nick name because the slap of his body against her, the way
his balls swung into to add to the impact created a wonderful sound
inside the room and he had such stamina that once he'd found his
rhythm he kept at it.

If Alice had ever been fucked like this, I'd have been
surprised, it was all she could do to hang her head over the edge
of the chaise while her fingers clutched at the upholstery. What
had been delicious murmuring quickly evolved into fervent cries
that resulted as much from her efforts to breath as they did from
the two-stroke impacts from Felix' fucking.

Over the next half hour Felix didn't waste an opportunity and
neither did he neglect a position. Alice found her manoeuvred
expertly from her back to her knees, from under him to on top and
in each position she was subjected to the same two-stroke
treatment. Such was her response that I struggled to work out if
and when she came. I assumed she did a few times, but it was
difficult to tell against her constant, lustful cries.

In addition to Felix' effort and technique, there was also the
heat to consider. My adjustment to the central heating began to
have an impact early on into the fucking phase and soon enough both
Felix and Alice were sweating heavily, their bodies taking on that
glossy, erotic sheen. Just to add to it, or maybe to intensify the
lighting, Trev got me to switch the two studio lights on as
well.

What with all this activity, Alice's hair freed itself from
its ties soon enough and it was everything I'd expected. Very fine
and very long, stretching right down her back to her arse on the
occasions when it was allowed to. The heat and the activity made a
mess of it of course, and by the end it was in total
disarray.

It finished off with Alice on her knees atop the chaise,
facing Trev's stationary camera, Felix straddling her, his prick,
now fevered and painful, hammering into her pussy, the best part of
Alice hair gripped firmly in a fist and pulled back enough to make
lift her chin up. The only let down for me was that Felix didn't
climax in her mouth or over her face - Trev would have liked that
I'm sure - instead he came across her arse and lower back, taken by
surprise from his fervent doggy fuck.

He used her hair to mop it up.

 

****

 

Once Alice had gone – she spent a rather long time in the
shower – we took time out to watch some of video. In ordinary
terms, it wasn't good at all. Trev had started with a few ideas for
rudimentary plot lines, and with experienced talent he might have
followed it through, but Alice had quickly lost any notion of
acting once Felix' prick was inside her and pounding
away.

What we got instead was the strong hints of the predicament
that Alice had found herself in. For those of us with a measure of
experience, it was obvious that she wasn't putting anything on and
that her cries had been genuine. Then there were the numerous
glances straight into the camera lens, her face a mixture of shock,
surprise and utter pleasure at was Felix was doing to
her.

Later that day I saw Alice again. I was going back to London
on the train and was walking through a carriage on the way to get
some food. I saw her first, sitting on a seat next to the aisle,
staring out the window. Sensing that somebody was approaching she
looked towards me and I knew as soon as I caught her eye that she
recognised me. She reddened slightly, but her face didn't follow it
through and she stared at me as much as I did at her, each of us
daring the other to let on what had happened.

And then I was passed and nothing came of it.

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