An Explosive Finish

Mikaella

Mikaella remembered that guys liked when she had to struggle a bit, but no matter how long and how deeply she took him, it was like her brain never fogged up. She had to remind herself to make those **** and gagging sounds every now and then for the benefit of both Alkim and their future audience.

Never before had she taken to any sport or physical activity so quickly. She felt like she could hold him there forever, but he was too concerned with her safety to ever let her try for more than a few minutes.

At least, she thought it was a few minutes.

How long have we been recording?

Mikaella wasn’t exactly tired, but her research showed that more than twenty minutes was probably a waste of time.

She tapped her wrist as though she had a watch, and Alkim turned his phone to show her the time.

Thirty minutes? Time really does fly when you’re having fun.

This could be B-roll then, something to share with their higher tier subscribers. She trusted Alkim to decide that later. After all, he was both their editor, and their target audience.

“Is your jaw getting tired? Do you need a break” asked Alkim.

“NHH!”

Mikaella shook her head. Though, the fact that she kept blowing him with the same intensity as before was probably answer enough.

Sweet of him to ask, though.

“Good, you’re doing great, but I should probably do more, yeah? Some more dirty talk?”

Sounds hot.

She gave him a thumbs up.

“Cool. Is it okay if I get rough again?”

Please!

Two thumbs up.

“Mmmm. Kay. I should probably move the other camera soon, get a video of your ass with you fingering yourself, sound good.”

Oh fuck, yes! I need that!

“Mmmmmmhhhhmmmm!” She hummed.

“Oh, are you cool with full nudity?”

Whatever you want!

“Whhabbbebernuwaan!” she gurgled.

He laughed, “Was that at yes?”

She nodded furiously, effectively face-fucking herself onto him.

He sighed in contentment, letting her keep up this pace for a while longer before he finally reined her in.

“Fuuuuuck. That feels so good, Mikaella, but I’m gonna need you to go slower again, for the video.”

Oh, right, I’m the **** brat.

Reluctantly, she slowed down her enthusiastic cocksucking.

Alkim breathed out slowly, “Okay, gonna cut back into the video in three, two, one, action.”

Then he grabbed a clump of hair and yanked her off his dick.

“Who owns this mouth?”

“You-agh-do!” she gasped theatrically.

He slammed her head back down, fucking her throat for a few seconds before lifting her head again.

“Are you my private slut?” He hissed.

That word would have sent her into screaming white hot rage if it came from any other person.

YES! YES! YES!

“MHM!” she moaned and nodded her consent.

“Until you start paying rent, you’re forbidden to see any other dicks, got it?”

NEVER! Only this dick, I promise!

She nodded again.

“This is all your fault, you know. Always traipsing around in those slutty outfits of yours.”

Traipsing?

He grunted and thrust up into her mouth. “Given me so many fucking hard ons. It’s about fucking time that you started pulling your weight, fuckdoll. Cumslut!”

Mikaella whined with her mouth full, then nodded in submission. She took one hand off his prick and slid it underneath her soaked panties.

Then, just when she started fingering herself, Alkim abruptly yanked his cock out of her mouth, again.

“The fuck are you doing?” he demanded.

“Huh?” She was momentarily dazed from the sudden loss of dick.

“Well?” He huffed, grabbing his cock by the base. “Did I give you permission to use only one hand?”

“N-no, sir!”

Alkim slapped her cheek with his hard dick, getting drool and precum all over her skin, even on her lips. She just barely resisted the impulse to lick it off immediately.

“Does sucking me off make you horny?”

He cockslapped her again.

More than anything!

“Yes, sir!”

“Do you need to play with yourself while you suck my dick?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Then beg me, slut.”

“Sir, can I play with myself?”

Alkim cockslapped her again.

“Tut tut. ‘May I.’”

She was too horny to laugh at that.

Only Alkim could correct my grammar and almost make me squirt at the same time!

“Sir, MAY I play with myself?”

Another slap.

He wagged his finger at her. “Ah, ah, ah, you didn’t say the magic word.”

Mikaella was no longer feigning her desperation to touch her pussy.

“Please! Please! Please! May I play with myself?!?”

His cock hit her again.

“Sir!” she appended.

Alkim grinned. “You may, but first you have to show me what you’ve been hiding under this.” He grabbed a handful of her top with one hand, and smacked her ass with the other.

Mikaella pouted but complied. She pulled her top off and threw it off the mattress. Then, she turned around and did the same with her skirt and panties, looking over her shoulder to ensure Alkim and the Camera were getting a decent view of her bits.

“Damn, girl, looks like you’ve been holding out on me.” He spanked her ass hard, drawing a quick yelp from her. “I should have been tapping that months ago.”

She did not disagree.

Now, fully nude, Mikaella turned back to face him, bent over and started going to town on her pussy. She was just about to take Alkim’s dick back into her mouth when he scooted back and stole it away from her.

She whined involuntarily at the loss, eying the dribbling cock as its owner got out of bed.

“Just hold that position while I move the other camera, so we can cut between your face and your pussy.”

Oooooh, right…

Mikaella got a hold of herself, slowing but not stopping her masturbation while she waited for him to get everything set up correctly.

“Haaaang onnnn… got it. Can you bend forward a little more?”

Mikaella bent forward.

“Looks great! I’m gonna check the other angle, and then we can go back to filming, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir?

Mikaella felt a flash of embarrassment at calling him “sir” while they were between shots, like she’d just called her teacher “mom” in the middle of class. She was probably taking the roleplay too seriously, but Alkim didn't seem to notice.

Or maybe he did notice, and he liked it…

She started rubbing her needy clit faster. That helped to tide her over until the dick returned.

“Okay, looks great from here. I’m coming back now.”

Alkim got back to the head of her bed, just in front of her. Her eyes were laser focused on that hard dick. It bobbed and swayed at the base, but the shaft was still rigid, like it was on hold for her. There was magenta smeared all over the shaft, forming a ring around the base, and she wondered if there was any lipstick left on her face.

As it moved little droplets of precum and saliva were shed all over her bedding.

Mikaella swallowed her drool and clenched her teeth. That was the only way she could think to keep her mouth closed with that dripping dick so close.

“Okay, can you bend forward a little more? Now raise your hips, shake your ass.”

Mikaella did as instructed, shaking her ass for Alkim like a bitch in heat.

“Looks great.” He smiled down at her. “Just wanted to make sure I could see your ass from this angle. Oh, your makeup.”

“What? Is there something wrong with it?”

“No, actually, that’s what I mean. It still looks great, but there probably should be something wrong, right? Like, some mascara running down your face would really sell the whole ‘****’ look.”

“Oh yeah!”

That was clever of him. If her eyes weren’t going to tear up naturally, they could always fake it.

He helped her along even more by holding his phone up to her face so she could mess herself up correctly. Mikaella licked her thumb and began debasing the makeup job her cousin had spent an hour perfecting.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she looked up at Alkim with her cuntiest expression for evaluation.

“Perfect. Alright, we can cut around that interruption. Now I guess you can just do whatever you want for the next few minutes, and I’ll tell you when I’m about to finish.”

The moment those wonderful words registered in Mikaella’s brain, her jaw fell open, her body lunged forward, and her mouth was once again fastened to the tip of his cock.

This was the final stretch: time for her to go all out and get real messy.

She moved her hand up and down in perfect sync with her face, lips stretched wide by his girthy shaft, spittle and precum escaping through the corners of her mouth. While one worked his shaft, the other worked her clit.

The most wonderful thing about blowing Alkim was that it never felt like a blowjob, but a blowjoy. Sucking him off always brought her more pleasure than she could ever get alone, or with any of her previous partners. His orgasms were always repaid to her body, and with interest.

“Oh, fuuuuck!” He moaned. “I’m getting close!”

He’s close! Yay!

“Don’t stop, slut!”

Never!

He started thrusting into her; not too much, just a little facefucking to help himself finish.

She watched his face for tells, so that the camera could catch her reaction when he finally came.

Alkim grunted, stiffened, and gritted his teeth. His cock grew more rigid and pulsed between her fingers.

This is it! The moneyshot!

Mikaella rubbed her clit a few more times, then shifted that hand to his huge balls, cradling them from underneath, doing everything she could to coax out as big of a load as possible.

She pulled back so that he was no longer in her throat. Lately, she’d started letting the first half of it shoot down her throat. It was easier that way. less risk of **** or spillage. But she wanted them to see her taste it, she wanted them to see her ****, to see just how much cum there was.

Everyone should see how perfect this dick was.

She felt a pulse in her hand, one powerful enough to widen her grip.

Then she tasted it; that incredible, literally orgasmic flavor coated her tongue in one long stream.

Her eyes widened reflexively, and her tongue lashed about until every square inch of her mouth was saturated in the stuff.

Ohmygodifuckinglovethiscumsofuckingmuch!

Mikaella began to cum with him. She stopped thinking about her **** character, about restraining herself. Instead, she allowed herself to get carried away by the overwhelming power of his orgasm, and to get lost in their shared bliss.

Instead of a bratty grumble she moaned hungrily, whorishly. There would be no mistaking the sounds she made for anything less than pure euphoria.

A few more pumps had filled her mouth completely. She swallowed, relishing in the pleasant warmth that traveled the length of her throat. The only comparison she could make was to that first sip of coffee in the morning, but if the coffee also made her orgasm.

A moment later her mouth was filled again, and she swallowed again. Every time she sucked and hollowed in her cheeks, Alkim did his best to get her cheeks bulging out again like a chipmunk’s. She was sure every mouthful had to be the last, and every time she was glad to be proven wrong.

Now that the dam was broken, his cock no longer required any more manual stimulation from her. She shifted her hands back down to her pussy, simultaneously rubbing at her clit and stuffing two fingers into her sopping wet vagina.

With each swallow, Mikaella felt the peak of her orgasm rising higher and higher. When he finally slowed, she had no idea how long it’d been going on for, or how much cum she’d swallowed. She was twitching, convulsing, vibrating from pure sexual bliss.

Then, to her dismay, Alkim pried his still-fountaining dick from her mouth.

She tried to say “Noooo!” but her mouth was still full, and all that came out was unintelligible gurgling, while little cum bubbles spilled over her lips.

With her hands occupied she couldn’t put it back where it belonged.

Then she felt it splashing against her face.

Ooohhhh fuuuuuuuuck!

The scent entered her sinuses and Mikaella was instantaneously becalmed. The soothing cream was rapidly coating her face, which meant she could collect it all later.

Instead, she stayed still, swilling that last load in her mouth, as she let him cover her in his essence.

Within seconds, her face and chest were completely coated in the stuff. Mikaella was sure some must have gotten in her eye, yet, somehow, it did not sting.

When she sensed he was finally down, she swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth and took a deep breath. The moment she spread her lips, several more globs fell into her open mouth, and she moaned in renewed bliss.

Am I crazy, or was that even better than usual?

“Not bad, fuckdoll,” said Alkim, still in character.

Oh, right, my character!

She was so blissed out from all the cum that it took her a moment before she remembered that most girls did not consume Alkim’s impossible loads as part of a balanced breakfast.

“Oh! My! God!” She touched her face, gooping up her hands. “How is there soooo much cum?!” She waved her cum-slathered hands around in confused circles.

“Is that gonna be a problem?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Good, because there’s always more where that came from.”

She licked her cum-stained lips at that promise.

“Now, get yourself cleaned up, cumslut.”

Mmmmm. Cumslut, I think I like that one best.

“Yes, sir.”

Alkim stopped, removed his headcam, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Wheeew!” He sighed, grabbed a bottle of Powerade, and quickly chugged it down. “Ahhhh. That was insanely hot! Great job, Mikaella.”

“Thanks!”

Mikaella was not at all certain about her acting chops, but a cumshot from Alkim.kind of spoke for itself. She could hardly imagine a more inspiring sight for all the normal dicks out there to cum to.

Maybe if a hundred of them worked together, they might have a chance at matching half of Alkim's output.

Mikaella started to sit up straight, keeping her hands under her face to catch any stray cumdrops before they hit her sheets.

“Wait a second! Can you hold that position until I get some ‘after’ pics of your face?”

His reminder came just seconds before she started lapping up all the excess.

“Oh, sure!”

“Hold still, please.”

Alkim brought the big Nikon to his face and started snapping more pictures.

Click, click, click.

Mercifully, he didn’t take long, and the moment he finished she was free to swallow the rest.

He started checking through the camera’s memory to make sure the recordings worked.

“Did it come out right?” she asked, looking over his shoulder at a video of her pretending to gag on his perfect cock.

“Yep! Everything looks great!”

Mikaella sucked some more cum off her fingers.

“Mmmmm. I think I know what we should title this one: ‘Bratty Asian teen pays her rent in blowjobs! Takes INSANELY HUGE LOAD all over her face!

“That sounds perfect. I’m gonna transfer it over to my laptop now and make sure it’s ready for posting, then I can get started on dinner. You like hotpot, right?”

“I love it! I’m just gonna take a quick shower, kay?”

“Perfect, I’ll have it all ready when you are.”

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After licking herself clean like a cat, plus a quick shower to get the rest, Mikaella joined Alkim in the living room, where he’d set up his electric hotpot and all a wide selection of foods to dunk into it: lamb, beef, pork, fish balls, seaweed, onions, cabbage, noodles.

It was probably too much for just the two of them, but she was gonna do her best.

“I don’t know how you have an appetite after all that.” Alkim grinned.

Mikaella blushed, “I don’t know, it’s like starting with dessert, or something. It’s really yummy but it doesn’t fill you up the same way.”

Come to think of it, I usually feel hungrier after I swallow one of his gigantic loads.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d never complain about your appreciation for my you-know-what. I’m just curious; would you say it all gets absorbed really fast?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s, like, mostly water, right?”

He paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, mostly. Probably around ninety percent or something.”

Then Alkim put on some kung fu show about old-timey San Francisco, “Warrior.” They watched most of an episode before they were interrupted by the titty monster materializing right next to the couch.

“Fuuuck, that smells good,” Kate turned to Alkim, “Mind if I have some?”

Mikaella had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard Kate’s door open. Before she could attempt some sort of girl-to-girl signal that she wanted to be alone with her man, Alkim cut her off.

“Go for it, no way we’re finishing this ourselves.”

Ugh. There goes date number two, I guess.

“Cool, thanks dude.” Kate ducked into the kitchen and returned with a bowl and took her seat on Alkim’s right. Those obscene udders of hers didn’t get the memo to sit down, and kept jiggling on their own. Kate sniffed the spicy steam more closely. “Ahhhh, zhè shì sìchuān tāng ma?”

“Duì,” said Alkim.

“What?” asked Mikaella. “What were you saying?”

She hated when they just spoke to each other in Chinese like no one else was around. It was rude.

Alkim slurped up a bit of soup before he answered. “Oh, sorry, she just asked if this was Sichuan soup mix, and I said yes.”

Kate nodded, “I love the spices. Oh, were you guys doing shots?”

“Yup,” said Alkim.

He poured another shot into his and Mikaella’s glasses. Obviously, they hadn’t already set one out for Kate, but instead of getting her own from the kitchen, Kate just grabbed Alkim’s used glass and drank his soju shot.

Ugh. Gross. What’s wrong with her?

She was about to whisper to Alkim and point out Kate’s lapsed manners, but, just then, Alkim’s phone shattered ringing, blasting out some kind of house music.

“Oh, I’ve gotta take this. Be back in a few.”

Then he was gone, leaving Mikaella alone with the titty monster.

Mikaella didn’t really want to talk to Kate just then, and apparently Kate didn’t have much to say to Mikaella either. So, the two women went back to eating and watched TV in relative silence for a while.

The petite girl took occasional glances at Kate’s ridiculous cleavage. It was kind of hard to ignore, especially in that undersized tank top of hers. Somehow, those tits seemed even bigger than Mikaella remembered them being mere days ago. A couple inches lower and they’d be resting in Kate’s lap.

Guess I’m no better than a man. No wonder Alkim loves them so much.

The huge-titty goth caught Mikaella looking but didn’t stop her. Worse: she tried to start a conversation.

“So,” Kate began, “how was your… shoot?”

For the first time today, Mikaella almost choked on her meat.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret. Alkim told me what you two were doing together.”

“He what?” she hissed.

“Hey, don’t get pissy. I already knew you guys were hooking up, heard you going at it days ago...”

Mikaella just glared at her purple-haired cow of a housemate.

“Relax, girl, I’m not shaming. Alkim only told me because he wanted me to make a website for you guys.”

“Oh? Really?”

Kate nodded, “Yeah, I started it today. Should be done next week.”

That took the rage out of Mikaella’s sails. She didn’t exactly want everyone in the house knowing she was shooting porn with Alkim, but she had to admit to herself, if not to Kate, that it was a smart way of keeping costs down.

“Cool. Thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” Kate stopped to slurp up a bunch of noodles. “Actually, I’m glad you found something better than being a sugarbaby.”

Mikaella had no desire to justify her lifestyle to someone whose advice always boiled down to staying away from men and giving rug munching a chance. She kept her answers curt.

“Thanks.”

“There’s just something I wanted to ask you about,” said Kate.

“What?”

“You and Alkim: are you guys dating, or what?”

No, I’m his fuckdoll-slash-cumslut.

Mikaella really didn’t want to talk about this with Kate, especially not with Alkim in the next room, but part of her had to vent to someone, and she didn’t have a lot of options. Plus, if she said nothing, KAte would just assume that meant yes.

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about it yet. I mean, I like him. A lot, I think. But it’s mostly just physical stuff right now. Like… ” Really, really, intensely physical stuff that makes me cum like never before. “...ugh, never mind. You wouldn’t get it.”

Mikaella idly stirred the boiling soup.

“It’s cool, you can tell me.” Kate placed a hand on Mikaella’s shoulder.

Mikaella sighed and took another shot of soju.

“Please don’t be mad at me, but I thought this was gonna be a date. Just the two of us, celebrating our first shoot. Then he invites you in, and it’s like… like there’s never anything that’s just us. Except for…”

Kate leaned in and whispered, “Except the blowjobs?”

“No!” she lied.

“Is it really that good?” asked Kate.

Like she’d ever understand!

Mikaella buried her face in her hands.

“Do you want me to go?”

Mikaella shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Forget I said anything.”

Kate moved closer to pat her on the back, inadvertently squishing her stupid, fat tits against Mikaella’s side.

“Look, I’m not exactly the one to ask about guy problems.”

“No duh.” Mikaella rolled her eyes.

“But I think I know Alkim pretty well by now, and I think I have an idea what the real problem is: you’re worried that you like him a lot more than he likes you.”

Shit.

“You’re right; you’re definitely not the one to ask about guy problems.” Mikaella pouted and shrugged off Kate’s hand.

“Hey, not saying it’s your fault or anything. He told me once that he’s never had a serious girlfriend.”

Mikaella audibly gasped, “Never?”

“Never. Think about that: four years of high school, no dating, four years of valedictorian pussy at UCLA, and never one serious girlfriend. I just don’t think he’s really the romantic, boyfriend type of guy.”

That was not what Mikaella needed to hear right then. She felt like such an idiot for expecting things to get serious between them.

No wonder Vicky always calls him slut! Ugh!

Kate went on, oblivious to Mikaella’s distress. “Like, he did mention this one girl he was with for a couple years in college, but he said they were just friends with benefits.”

Mikaella perked up at that.

“Wait, he had a friend with benefits for two years?! Who was she? What did she look like? Do you know who she was? Do you have her insta?” Mikaella was loosing questions faster than Kate could answer them.

Kate looked at her strangely. “I don’t remember her name, but he did show me some pics of her. She was supposed to meet us at a party once, but she flaked out. Don’t think I ever got to meet her.”

Mikaella pulled out her phone and went straight to Alkim’s Instagram page. He’d never uploaded more than a few pictures himself, but he was tagged in a lot of things, a lot of pictures with other college students.

She began scrolling through them, disregarding group pics, searching for ones with just Alkim and some girl. Just like Kate said, there was one girl who showed up more than any other. She showed Kate her phone.

“Is this her?”

Kate got closer and enlarged the photo.

“You sure?”

“Positive. I remember now: her name was Alyssa, and she looked a lot like-”

“Like me?”

Kate nodded.

She scrolled through the rest of Alyssa’s pics. The physical similarities between them were obvious enough: they were about the same height, both had long black hair, used similar makeup, and both liked to show off a lot of skin around Alkim. Alyssa was paler, with double-eyelids, and slightly bigger boobs, but Mikaella felt confident Alkim would rate them similarly.

“Do you know if they’re still fucking?” asked Mikaella.

“Don’t think so. I’m not one-hundred percent sure, but I think she cut him off or something after graduation.”

The newly minted pornstar breathed a sigh of relief. Alkim never getting into relationships would have been the worst possible outcome for her. But now she knew he did have two years of constant sex with a girl that looked an awful lot like her, and it sounded like he still wanted more.

If Alyssa could keep his interest for that long, then so could Mikaella.

Maybe I'm not his girlfriend, but I could be anything else: his business partner, his friends with benefits, his fuckdoll, his suckslut. Whatever he wants to call me, I can make it work. I don’t need the labels, just his company… or cumpany.

“Thanks, Kate. I feel better now.”

She hugged the older woman around her shoulders and found herself ensnared by the sight of an entire foot of cleavage spilling out of Kate’s inadequate tank top.

“Sure. Glad I could help.” Kate patted her back awkwardly, and Mikaella let go, tearing her ears away from those bewitching tits.

“So how much are we paying you for the website?” asked Mikaella.

“Nothing, not money anyway.” Kate threw some more lamb slices into the hotpot. “I was actually thinking about getting into porn too, have Alkim shoot it. That'll be my fee.”

“Seriously? You don't want to have a girl do it?”

Kate shrugged, “I don’t care if he sees. Honestly, I kinda of need his opinion on how to make it all appealing to straight guys.”

“Ha!” Mikaella giggled. She’d told Kate as much about Karaoke: guys could tell she wasn’t into men and wouldn’t tip her as much. Now she’d finally admitted she needed help.

Good for her. Shooting softcore porn would be way easier than dealing with clients in person. Kate never really was cut out for that kind of sex work.

Mikaella wasn’t particularly jealous at the idea of Alkim photographing the admittedly super-hot lesbian in the nude. After all, Kate was no rival for Alkim’s cock, and if they all shared one website, her big, fat tits would draw extra attention to all three of them.

Something, something, rising tides… Alkim probably knows that saying…

Just then, Alkim returned.

“Oh!” Alkim clapped his hands together, “I forgot to tell you about Friday!”

“Tell me what? What’s happening Friday?”

“Vicky’s coming back! I’m picking her up from LAX.”

“Oh! Yay!”

Oh. Fuck.

“Yay for you maybe, you’ve never had to drive to LAX. It’s a fucking nightmare.”

Mikaella didn’t respond, she was too busy thinking about what this meant for the house.

Kate may be no rival for the contents of Alkim’s balls, but Vicky was another story entirely. Vicky was everything Mikaella wasn’t: mature, tall, curvy, confident, outgoing, blonde. Plus, she had history with Alkim.

If Vicky decided she wanted Alkim, there wasn’t much Mikaella could do to stop her. And if Alkim needed a girl to shoot porn with, and Vicky said yes, he wouldn’t have any need for Mikaella.

Mikaella was under no illusions about her place on the pretty girl pecking order. If she wanted to keep her position as Alkim’s private fuckdoll, she’d need to step up her game.

How long did they say before I can get that IUD?

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