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  To be honest, Trev couldn't have hoped for more and he was in some ways fortunate that one of his cameramen was positioned perfectly, crouching down on the floor and looking up at the reveal.

  She was wearing everyday panties. Nothing intrinsically sexy past the obvious fact of what they were covering; a glorious, tight arse. Her legs were just as inspiring; really well toned and shown off wonderfully by her black hold-up stockings that included a couple of inches of lacy detail at the top end.

  How to progress? There were obvious opportunities, tantalising possibilities and I suddenly felt exceedingly jealous of Felix. He could have been working with any other female talent, maybe some middle-aged, sex mad harridan, but here he was poised to delve into …

  It was at this precise moment that Trev beckoned me over to where he was standing behind the tripod camera. Keeping as quiet and stealthy as I could I rose from my crouch and tiptoed closer. Secretly I hoped that he'd changed his mind and opted for some kind of threesome, pushing the inexperienced Alice to a place she just couldn't imagine.

  “I want you to put the heating on,” he whispered.

  I gave him a quizzical look. “It's hardly cold.”

  “No, but I want it hot. Find the central heating control and turn it up. As high as it'll go.” I glanced towards the open fire just a few feet away from where Felix was even now … “No time for the fire,” Trev continued. “Get the central heating on. I want this room steaming.”

  I shrugged. Obviously he'd seen or imagined something I hadn't. So with a measure of misgiving and another quick glance over to where Felix' left hand was disappearing beneath the everyday panties covering Alice's right buttock, I exited the room and started looking for the central heating control.

  Typically it wasn't as easy as finding a handy control in the downstairs hallway. There was one of those, but it was unresponsive so I went searching for the boiler unit. In the kitchen first – it was decked out with the type of stuff you could only dream of – but nothing that looked like a boiler. I found the utility room behind the kitchen. It was twice the size of the kitchen in my flat back in London, but still nothing that might be called a boiler.

  Finally I opened a door that led onto some inner stairs descending down into the cellar and it here, or rather in amongst some more rooms that included some kind of teenagers crash out space that I located what must have been designated a boiler room. Naturally the unit it contained was massive, and just as naturally it looked seriously complicated. After another two minutes I managed to press the right button and was rewarded with the deep bloom of a gas burner lighting up.

  Then it was back up the stairs, through the utility room and the kitchen and out into the hall where the thermostat was turned full to the right. I thought of bounding up the stairs to the bedroom, but settled for a ninja run hoping that my footfalls wouldn't be heard.

  I'd been gone maybe five minutes. Plenty of time it seemed for Felix to progress because when I came through the door Alice was lying on her back sprawled sideways across the chaise, her head hanging over the edge and her legs splayed out and held in place by Felix whose head was moving suspiciously right over her pussy. As testament to his efforts, Alice was making some delicious noises.

  Trev beckoned me over. “Found it.”

  “It's on,” I said simply. “I turned the thermostat full on.”

  “Great. Could you check the radiators in here. I didn't hear them come on.”

  I took a breath and found I could smell Alice's pussy. It was ripe to bursting.

  Doing my best not to make a sound and also keep out of the shots – one of the hand-helds was being directed right down onto Alice's face – I proceeded to crawl round the room turning on the four radiators I found. Thankfully each one resounded with the sound of flowing water and in little time I could feel the heat rising.

  In the back of my mind I could imagine running round the house to find a small screwdriver so I could bleed them in turn. Ignoring that possibility, I gave Trev the thumbs up and, just to protect against the possibility, made my way to the bedroom door closing it quietly.

  When I got back to my place, Alice was audibly building to her first climax. Not that I could see much other than the crouched form of Felix flanked by the enticing sight of Alice's lower legs, her feet, now free from her court shoes, flexed like a ballerina's, toes pointing up at the ceiling. There was a certain definition to her calves which I found especially intriguing.

  Felix finished up there when he was ready and when Alice's murmurings had died down, standing up to look down at her as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. It took Alice a few seconds longer to recover her legs and sit herself upright. Sitting, as I was, slightly to the right of the chaise, I could see Alice's face, her cheeks blushing slightly, her eyes misted from and her lips parted.

  She glanced at me momentarily, her expression unreadable until, that is, I looked down at her pussy, now visible and apparently partly shaved. Catching her eye again, I found her suddenly affronted that I should have been looking. It was enough to make me laugh out loud, but thankfully I kept myself together.

  After giving me another tight-lipped look, Alice looked back up at Felix, perhaps taking his eye initially, but then dropping her gaze to take in his body. When he began to undo the buttons of his jeans, her attention was fixed and I was witness to the change of expression when he pulled his jeans down. It went from that misty-eyed sex look to something approaching distaste. Partly it was because he was going commando, but mostly because the cock Felix had produced was not exactly to her taste.

  Given my own misgivings, I was pleased to see that somebody had a prick that was uglier than mine. For Alice, who had rocked back on the chaise and was resting on her hands, it couldn't be said that she was totally against the idea. Certainly, she never took her eyes of the beast – a beast that couldn't quite see at that point – and in less than a minute, interspersed with crafty glances up at Felix and one at me that included a delicious little bite on her lower lip, she gathered enough courage to make contact.

  Not wanting to miss it, I shuffled off to my right and so was in a position to watched Alice's initial attempts at pulling Felix off. It was an ugly prick. Fat, still pliable, veins aplenty and no foreskin, once she got her hands on it, there was a suitable response which, as time went on, made it even more unpalatable.

  The juxtaposition was made more pronounced when I noticed for the first time how well groomed her hands, fingers and fingernails were. This wasn't the stereotypical nail extension, Alice had sensible nails, perfectly cut and carefully varnished in a tasteful colour. And she proceeded to wrap her artistic fingers round Felix' ugly prick and do her best to pull him into solidity, while looking away towards the window.

  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.