Mikaella's Makeover

Mikaella

Mikaella was having a very productive day.

In just four hours she’d gotten her hair, nails, and makeup done; gotten an STD test at the free clinic; scheduled an appointment to get an IUD; and still had time for some last-minute shopping for the shoot.

Though Mikaella was far from sick of blowing him, she could hardly wait for the all-clear to have raw sex with Alkim. Just tasting his cum brought her more pleasure than all the pre-Alkim sexual contact she could remember; a creampie from him had to be magical.

He’ll be so happy when I can give him the green light to fuck my pussy! I can’t wait to surprise him with it!

When she saw his car pull up in front of her, she got so excited that she nearly dropped her shopping bags.

She opened the passenger side door, greeted him with a “Heyyyy!” threw her stuff in the back, and took her seat.

“What do you think? Do you like them?”

Mikaella tossed her new pink highlights over her ear and batted her long, false eyelashes at him, splitting his attention between her new hairdo and her makeup: a combination of mascara, eyeshadow, and magenta lipstick.

She waited with bated breath for his approval.

Hope I didn’t overdo the ABG look, or the highlights. I'll just go back to black if he doesn’t like it.

Alkim smiled magnanimously. “I love them.” He ran a finger down one stray, pink lock, playfully curled it around his finger, then tucked it back behind her ear. “They’re very ‘you.’”

Oh, thank God!

The combination of his touch and those six words overrode any lingering anxieties about her makeover, leaving her with a prideful glow.

“Thank you!” she beamed. “I wasn’t sure if it was all too much or not enough.”

“Pink and black are very hard to blend like this, but I think you pulled it off perfectly.” He walked his fingers down her neck to her shoulder and gave an affectionate squeeze.

God, he’s so fucking sweet!

It took all her self-control to resist undoing his pants and going down on him right there and then, but that would have prematurely ruined her whole do.

Plus, she wasn’t sure just how illegal road-head was, though his tinted windows made it seem almost doable.

Her reverie was interrupted by something Alkim said.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said your cousin does great work. How big is your family, anyway?”

“My mom has six siblings, and they all have kids.”

“Siblings?”

She shook her head. “Nope, just me. I always wished for sisters, but my mom didn’t want any more kids.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s fine.”

Mikaella was glad he didn’t ask about her dad.

“Oh, can you put the windows up, please?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Thanks, I don’t want to mess up my hair.”

Not yet anyway…

Alkim rolled the windows up and started driving home. Mikaella busied herself taking car selfies for both Instagram and OnlyFans and started mentally planning out their shoot. Except, all her plans were vague, and she lost focus once she imagined the part where she was sucking him off again.

Once home, Mikaella went straight for her room and set up the ring lights they borrowed from Vicky’s closet. Then, she laid out the contents of her shopping bag for his examination: maid and schoolgirl outfits from a costume shop.

Alkim entered a few minutes later with his laptop and two cameras. He set them down on her desk before he noticed.

“Oh? Is that what you bought today?”

“Mhm! Just some costumes from a shop I went to.” She sat down between them. “Which do you like best: sexy schoolgirl, or French maid?”

The Catholic schoolgirl outfit had a shorter skirt, but the maid costume had more frills and accessories that she could take off gradually. Of course, Mikaella had loathed working as an actual maid, but this time she would only need to clean one thing.

“Hmmm.” Alkim seemed uncertain, she watched his eyes flit between the costumes.. “Honestly, Mikaella, these look great, but if I had to choose, I’d prefer one of your outfits.”

“Really? No costume?”

That was unexpected. Her sugar daddies would have jumped at the chance to get her in either of these outfits, and it seemed like most of the internet agreed with them.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, we can use these down the line, but for our first time I think it would be nice if it was just us, y’know? No livestream, no outfits, just you and me, having fun recording, together.”

Awwww! That’s really sweet!

“If you say so!”

“I just think it’ll be better this way, so we can record the video with two different camera angles and cut them together as we need.”

“Makes sense.” Mikaella agreed.

“Also, I couldn’t figure out the livestream thing in time, so that’ll have to be later.”

“That’s okay! Takes away the pressure to be always ‘on,’ you know?”

He smiled at her, “Exactly what I was thinking.” He set the laptop and little camera up on her desk, then removed the lens cap from the bigger, fancier Nikon. “I figured we could start with some pictures, that sound good to you?”

“Sounds great! Just let me choose the perfect outfit.”

Really, she just wanted to get to the dick-sucking part, but she knew this was all part of the process.

Mikaella threw off her streetwear and quickly rummaged through her closet for that ideal blend of cute and slutty.

She ended up going with a teal, backless crochet halter top that showed off her chest and midriff, and a mauve skirt so indecently short that it would have given her high school principal an aneurysm. Both articles had been purchased on a shopping trip with her former sugar daddy. Now, the internet was gonna see her wearing them while she blew Alkim.

“Ta-da! What do you think?”

“Perfect.” Alkim held the camera to his eye and started taking pictures.

She followed his lead.

Click.

“Bend over for me.”

Mikaella bent over.

Click, click.

“Hands and knees.”

She got down on her hands and knees.

Click, click, click.

“Throw the skirt over. Great, now pull your panties to the side.”

She did and wasn’t surprised to find they were damp already.

Click, click, click, click.

“Perfect, you have such a pretty pussy.”

It went on like that for a while: cutesy poses, slutty poses; facing away with her ass out; on her back with her legs spread; on her knees looking up at him, pawing at his shorts, doing her best to ask him to whip it out, telepathically.

That didn’t work, but Alkim showed his approval through an ever-increasing number of camera shutters.

Click, click, click, click, click.

It made for surprisingly effective foreplay. She hadn’t expected to enjoy being told what to do—how to show off her own body—but every time she followed his instructions she got a pleasant tingle in her chest, and a little buzz on her clit.

Can the camera see how wet he’s making me?

“Great, I think we got enough of the ‘before’ shots.”

Oh, thank god!

“Do you want to see how they turned out?”

Just let me suck your dick already!

“Sure!” Mikaella agreed.

Alkim sat down on the bed. Mikaella slid into his lap and let him cycle through the pictures while she ground her wet panties over his crotch.

The pictures came out super sexy. The way she was posed and framed in each shot made her look a lot sultrier and a lot less desperately horny than she really felt.

“Oooo, these are so cute!” She bounced on his lap excitedly. “You're really good at this.”

“Not really, It’s not hard to frame the perfect subject.”

Mikaella licked her lips.

“I mean it, Alkim, you’re really, really talented.”

The combination of praise and grinding was causing him to rapidly stiffen, and soon the fabric of his shorts was poking the exposed portion of her ass.

It was time for the main event.

Mikaella licked her lips.

But Alkim reminded her that they needed a plan before starting the real shoot.

“So, how do we want to do this?” he asked. “We never actually decided on anything besides ‘record a blowjob,’ huh?”

“Well, I did end up watching some porn the last few days to see how the pros do it, and it gave me a few ideas.”

“Watching some porn” was underselling her research. Mikaella had sorted through the top blowjob videos on a half dozen websites and studied the most viewed ones carefully, almost single-mindedly, even taking notes as she went.

She'd gotten so hot watching those clips, though, not from the people on camera—lesser dicks did nothing for her—just imagining herself doing all those things for Alkim made her literally drool with anticipation.

Except the point wasn’t to get herself off, the point was to learn. Every time she'd sucked Alkim off she’d relied almost entirely on instinct, even more than the techniques she developed as a sugar baby. That had worked for her so far, though apparently, looking good on camera would require more from her than just pleasing Alkim.

Of course, pleasing him was still her main goal—how else was she supposed to get his cum?—but she also had to please their unseen audience if she wanted to turn this into her career.

“Yeah? And what did you learn?” asked Alkim.

The right faces to make with my mouth stretched out, the right amount of eye contact, where to keep my hands, how many hands to use, how much I should play with the balls, how much noise I should make, which search terms I should play into…

“Mostly just how to make it look right for the camera, like always keeping the camera’s view in mind. Oh! And that a lot of people prefer when there’s some plot before the actual sex. Never really watched porn before, so I always thought that was just for laughs, like the ‘in front of my salad’ thing, or the lemon stealing whores video.”

“That’s not a joke; we do have a lot of lemon whores in this neighborhood.”

She laughed. “But yeah, I was trying to think up some ideas, but then I thought I should get your opinion first, since you’re a guy and you probably know what guys who watch porn are into, haha.”

Wait, does he watch porn?

“You watch porn, right?” she asked.

He scratched behind his head. “I did, yeah. Started watching a lot more after I moved in here, for obvious reasons.”

Of course, the titty monster. Wait-

“Did? Does that mean you stopped?”

He grinned. “Yeah, after the first time you blew me. Haven’t felt the need to touch the stuff since.”

AWWWW! That’s so sweet! God, even when he’s only praising me for giving head, it still puts butterflies in my stomach.

Her gaze drifted to the crotch of his shorts.

“So,” his voice snapped Mikaella back to Earth, “we should probably come up with a story, yeah? Just the flimsiest excuse of a plot that inevitably leads to a blowjob.” He laughed.

“Mhm. I’m trying to think of something.” She closed her eyes so that the outline of his dick wouldn’t distract her anymore.

This video needed to be good if they were gonna make next month’s rent payment.

Then she had it.

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Mikaella took a deep breath and knocked on her own door.

“Come in,” said Alkim.

She entered. “Heyyyyy.” She closed the door behind her as sluttily as possible, bending unnecessarily far forward, and sticking her ass out towards Alkim.

“Hey,” he said with some apathy. He was lying on her bed, pretending to look at his phone.

They’d gone over camera placement just a minute ago. Alkim had set the Nikon up on her desk so that it would catch them on the bed, in profile, while the GoPro was mounted on a headband that he’d supposedly used to capture snorkeling and SCUBA diving footage.

Its new purpose would be much sexier, while the things he filmed would be only slightly less wet.

Mikaella strutted towards him, nervously twirling her hair.

“I, um, need to talk to you about… something.”

“Ugh, what is it now?”

She bit her lip, “I can’t make rent this month…”

“Are you fucking kidding me-!” he caught himself before he used her real name, “-again? You little brat! You need to get your lazy ass out of the house and get a real fucking job, right now!”

Mikaella choked down a giggle. Bratty! Stay bratty!

“I’m tryingggg!” She whined. “It’s just sooo haaaard!” She flopped down on the bed next to him, covering her face in a pillow, making sure his POV camera had a good shot of her ass jiggling as she slapped her hands and feet on the mattress in a sexy little tantrum. “No one’s hiring! It’s like, the economy and stuff.”

“Well, you need to figure something out. I can’t keep covering for you. I have my own bills to pay.”

“Pleeeeaaaaase?” she begged, clasping her hands together. “Please, please, please, just give me another month! I’ll do aaaaanything!” She started bouncing lightly on her knees to look more girlish.

Alkim cocked an eyebrow at her, which was completely unnecessary since his face wasn’t in the shot.

“Anything?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip, both to seem nervous, and to keep herself from laughing at how silly it was. Then, she placed a hand on his crotch and started rubbing his dick through the fabric.

“Anything,” she whispered.

Alkim sighed, “Fuck it! Fine, if you do a good job, I’ll give you one more month to pay me back. But until you pay me back, you’re gonna be my personal little fuckdoll. That means you do what I want, whenever I want, for however long I want it. Got that?”

“Okay…” she mumbled under her breath.

“What was that? Speak up: yes, or no?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

She pouted, bitch-like, then gave in. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, don’t just sit there, take it out.”

“Yes, sir.” She repeated, rolling her eyes for the camera.

Alkim lifted his legs up, allowing Mikaella to pull down his shorts and underwear, and freeing his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, like this was her first time seeing it.

To be fair, this actually was her first time seeing it like this: Alkim must have shaved or trimmed his pubes since the last time. She hadn’t minded the more unkempt look, but she had to admit that absence of bush had the effect of making his dick and balls seem bigger, and more intimidating.

Especially his balls. They were nothing like the shriveled, old man ball she’d had to deal with. The skin was smooth, almost completely devoid of wrinkles as if it were stretched out to capacity, like it couldn’t hold any more of that impossibly yummy sperm, and needed Mikaella’s help to relieve the pressure.

The dick was just starting to get hard, with the head hovering just above his thigh, while the shaft was steadily growing more vertical, like an obelisk being erected for worship.

“Oh my god! It’s soooo big!” She marveled, biting her lip. “I’ve never sucked a dick this big before!”

That should play well on camera!

“Well, either you’re gonna learn how, or I’m gonna get a new roommate. Your choice.”

The irony was not lost on Mikaella that Alkim was really the one who couldn’t pay rent, and that her porn character needed way more of a reason to suck him off than she ever did. Given the grin on his face, Alkim probably had the same thought.

Still, one of the things she’d found over and over again in her “research” was that a ton of guys were really into the degradation angle. They loved nothing more than seeing a girl get put in her place.

Men…

In this case, that meant she would have to pretend to hate sucking his dick, then give in anyway.

That turned out to be much harder than it sounded.

Whenever Mikaella saw, smelled, or touched Alkim's dick, her mouth watered like a leaky faucet, and her jaw dropped reflexively. Already the scent of him was driving her wild with lust. Her nose was signaling to her brain and pussy that she had to get ready for him, get ready to satisfy him and extract that mind-blowingly perfect cum.

She found nothing degrading or one-sided about getting on her knees and sucking a dick that was guaranteed to make her cum and leave her far happier than when she started. Pretending to hate this dick was like pretending to hate breathing, though that was also something she’d gotten much better at going without.

It took all her focus to not immediately comply with his performative demands. Tentatively, she grabbed the shaft around the middle, like she was intimidated by its size. She squeezed, making sure the camera would capture how big it looked in her little hand, then pulled his foreskin taut, displaying the fullness of his dick.

It only took a few more pumps before it was fully hard, and a large, transparent bead of delicious precum greeted her. She spread it up and down the shaft until it was slick, glistening, and made little wet sounds between her fingers.

Mmmmmm. I love how this dick never needs extra lube…

Alkim sighed deeply, “Come on, fuckdoll, do you really think a handjob’s gonna cut it?”

Mikaella bit her lower lip, and avoided direct eye contact, like she was in over her head.

It was odd. After years of pretending to enjoy sex acts she hated, here she was, pretending to hate sex acts she loved. To help her stay in character, she imagined it was one of her sugar daddies talking to her like that, demanding a blowjob so rudely. Only then was she able to lock her jaw in place and scowl up at him like the bratty girl she was supposed to be portraying.

She swallowed the drool pooling in her mouth, which, from the outside, might have looked like a nervous gulp. Then, with maximum faux ****, Mikaella puckered her lips and kissed the tip of Alkim’s cockhead.

The moment his precum came into contact with her mouth, she was ready to drop the act and start sucking, but she managed to keep her mouth closed. Well, almost closed. The tip of her tongue darted out and collected that first drop of precum, but that probably wasn’t visible from the camera’s perspective.

“Come on, fuckdoll.” Alkim grabbed the base of his dick and started slapping the warm, weighty shaft against her cheeks. “It’s not going to suck itself.”

She’d completely forgotten to flinch for the first couple of hits, and just stared at the dick with wide eyes until it settled against her lips. Then, she remembered she was supposed to hate this.

Mikaella glared up at the camera defiantly, slowly opened her mouth, and let him push the head of his cock inside.

As usual, the moment she invited his presence, his cock sprayed out a generous teaspoon of precum onto her tongue. She’d prepared for this, and started gargling around the thick shaft loudly enough to disguise any pleasured sounds from her chest.

She widened her eyes to appear unprepared for his girth, as if last night she hadn’t begged for the privilege of sucking this dick until she fell asleep.

Still, a moan escaped her throat before she could think of clamping it down. She salvaged the situation by forcing her face into a deep frown and looked up at the camera with as much indignity as she could summon.

Then, she started pumping up and down with both hands while her mouth stayed affixed to the upper quarter of his shaft.

“Mmmm, that’s much better. Good fuckdoll.”

Good fuckdoll.

Alkim placed his right hand on her head but didn’t apply any downward pressure. The hand was just to establish who was in charge, maybe make her seem like more of his pet fuckdoll.

Yes… I’m a good fuckdoll…

Mikaella’s conscious mind knew this was just roleplay for the cameras, but she couldn’t help but melt at the tender display of affection. She loved feeling his hands on her head while she worked, and, on a deeper level, she felt the praise was legitimate, as was his desire to call her ‘fuckdoll.’

I never suggested that name: he chose to call me that all on his own. That has to mean something, right? It means he thinks I’m cute, little thing he can move and pose and fuck however he likes…

I must be a good fuckdoll for real!

Unthinkingly, her bobbing mouth had been getting progressively lower on each downstroke. Her lips were now halfway down his cock.

Ooops! Got a bit carried away there. Gotta struggle more!

She stopped bobbing her head and pretended to gag, averting her eyes like she was embarrassed, or scared of throwing up.

Another splash of precum hit her tongue.

Immediately, and as loudly as possibly, she sucked and slurped it down, lapping at every vein and fold of skin.

Mmmmmm! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

“Ahhhhh,” Alkim sighed, “that’s it. Keep it up.”

So, she did, in character, sucking and jerking Alkim’s cock with not a word nor a single drop escaping her mouth.

Every minute or so she’d switch between focusing on the cock and staring up at the camera. She loved making eye contact with her mouth around him; it always made their connection feel so much more real, more emotional, and more intense for both mind and body.

That’s why she was having such a hard time keeping her gaze fixed on the camera, and not Alkim’s piercing, brown eyes.

He really does have perfect lashes.

To an outsider, it might have looked like Alkim was content to sit there and point the camera at the blowjob, yet after a few minutes of this, Mikaella started to notice that, while he kept the camera and his eyes pointed at her, it seemed more like he wasn’t looking at her, but through her.

Sometimes guys did that when they wanted to keep from cumming too soon, but that usually meant closing their eyes completely to avoid overstimulation. Mikaella felt none of the signs of an impending orgasm from Alkim. If anything, her restrained enthusiasm meant he should take longer to finish.

For a moment, Mikaella worried she wasn’t pleasing him, but then she tasted more of his precum, and her worries vanished. His dick wouldn’t have rewarded her if her technique was off.

That pensive, thoughtful face of his meant something more, like there was something else distracting him.

She wanted to talk to him, ask him if everything was alright, but not enough to take her mouth off him. Once started, Mikaella found it almost impossible to stop until she’d gotten a load out of him.

Maybe he’s just concerned about the shot? We should probably learn sign language, or Morse code. That way, we could still talk to each other like this. I could tap out little messages on his leg asking if I’m doing a good job, if I should go lower, if I could start playing with myself…

I wonder, what’s he thinking about?

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