Max's new life.

One Month Later

"Delivery!" Max called out and knocked heavily on the door. She shifted her weight and adjusted the package she was holding under her arm and then out of habit glanced down at the clipboard to double check the address.

A hint of a smile crossed her lips and she shook her head as she leaned back against the railing that surrounded the porch. The home had seen better days but was holding up better than most on the street.

Seattle was in the middle of a rare autumn warm spell, the sun shined brightly. Only a few pillowy white clouds hung in the sky, a stark contrast what to what at times seemed like an ever present grey overcast. Max adjusted her baseball cap, trapping a few stray dark curls under it before she stared absent minded down the street.

A lot had changed in the last month.

Finally the door opened and despite her best effort her heart skipped a beat.

"Delivery," she said, her eyes barely looking up from her clipboard as she motioned to give it to him.

The man nodded in response and opened the door wider, an unasked request for her to come inside.

Max stepped inside and gave a room a cursory glance. A modest sized home, the front door was in a small alcove that opened to the living area and kitchen. The two rooms being separated by a waist high counter that spanned half the length of the room. In the living area there was a sofa and two reclining chairs in a semi circle around a coffee table.

Max ignored the two men and the woman who were sitting in the living room. As well as the cameras that they had pointed at her. Instead she turned her attention back to the man who had opened the door.

Fisher smiled and took the package Max handed him and put it onto a table.

"Thank you-" he paused looking down at the clipboard, "Max." He handed the clipboard back and paused as if he was considering something, "I was curious, do you pick up packages as well?" he asked.

Max stared at him for a moment before licking her lips, "Depends on the size of the load," she finally said, tilting her head to one side with a flirtatious smile.

"It's right over there," Fisher said pointing towards the kitchen and on the opposite side of the counter. Max turned to look and rising slightly to stand on her toes without seeing anything. She glanced at Fisher with a smile before stepping closer to the counter and leaning over it to get a better look.

Fishers attention was immediately drawn to how she arched her ass up. The incredibly tight and form fitting bike shorts she wore squeezed her behind like a second skin. Reaching out he cupped her ass giving her left cheek a firm squeeze before sliding between her legs to rub her already soaking wet cunt.

"Ahh," Max moaned, leaning forward onto her toes as Fisher refused to let the stretchy fabric of her shorts stop him from forcing his fingers inside her. "What are you doing?" she turned her head to look at him, not surprised that one of the camera men stood right behind him, the camera pointed right at her.

In response Fisher dug into his pocket and pulled small wad of cash and threw it into the table beside where Max was bent over. "Getting the most of my tip and your services. "

"I-" Max began to speak but stopped as Fisher nearly tore her shorts as he roughly pulled them down to nearly her knees, exposing her firm butt and the fact that she hadn’t worn panties to the two cameramen. He planted a loud smack to her right cheek, leaving a hand-shaped outline, then he used both hands to pull her cheeks apart, giving the cameras a clear, well-lit shot of the slut’s perfectly shaved cunt and her small, puckered asshole, before Max felt how two of his fingers spread her pussy lips open to reveal her moist inner pinkness.

"Ohh," Max gasped. She leaned over the counter, pressing her breasts against the hard surface and spread her legs as the shorts around thighs would let her. The familiar sensation was already growing in her. She looked back her eyes half closed as she stared at Fisher and then the camera.

Three fingers slipped inside her and Max opened her mouth in a voiceless gasp of pleasure.

"That's what you want isn't it?" Fisher grunted then stopped. "Not yet, you haven't earned it."

Fisher pulled on her hips until she slipped off the counter and turned towards him. He stared down at the slightly shorter woman for a moment before urging her to her knees. The camera aimed down over his shoulder to catch her up turned gaze.

Gina, who had been sitting back stood and grabbed a small third camera and focused it on the couple.

Max stared up at the lens then looked at the growing bulge hidden behind Fisher's jeans. Reaching up she pulled on his zipper, slowly sliding it down before slipping her hand into his pants. Her fingers gently wrapped around his hardening cock, she pulled him out, letting him hang less than an inch from her face before she looked back at the camera.

Her eyes wide and dark she stuck out her tongue and let his cock rest on it for a moment before she sealed her lips around his head. The first inch of him slid into her mouth as she kept eye contact with the camera's lens.

Fisher's free hand tangled into her hair and he let out a deep growl as Max's tongue worked her magic around his glands.

Max moaned as the taste of him swirled through her mouth, she pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock and rolled it, caressing him with her mouth as she starred up lustfully at the camera.

It was the sixth 'shoot' they had done since that fateful night almost a month ago. She had lost control that night and in turn realized something. She had never been in control; she was a ticking time bomb waiting to happen and ignoring it wasn't going to help.

“Play with your pussy, Max!” she heard Gina’s command from somewhere behind Fisher and complied immediately. While she vigorously stroked his cock with her right, her left hand travelled down, quickly finding her wanton cunt. Aware that one of the camera-men had zoomed in to capture a close up of her actions she furiously began to rub her nether lips and clit. She felt her fingers become slick with her juices; the taste of Fishers member in her mouth, the musky smell of him filling her nostrils and the way his fingers tightened in her hair every time she pleased him with her tongue turned her on to no end. After teasing herself for another couple of moments she plunged two fingers into her aching hole.

Fisher thrust forward forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Max gagged slightly and wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to slowly stroke him while she pulled back and kissed the tip of his dick, rubbing her pouty lips all over him smearing her face with her spit and his precum.

Six videos, and more money than she had ever had before. From what she was told her videos were becoming quite popular. She tried not to think of what her friends would think once they eventually stumbled onto her new life. But it didn't matter.

"On her face," Gina said, "Finish on her face,"

Max eyes darted to where Gina was now kneeling beside her. Fisher pulled out and began to stroke his own cock, she turned back to him looking up at the camera before open her mouth wide, stretching her tongue as far out as she could, ready to take his load.

She squealed in faux delight as the first stream of cum erupted from his cock and landed across her nose and forehead, with a grunt he came again, making sure it landed in her mouth this time before she leaned up and took swallowed him, sucking strongly on the head of his cock she earned another spurt of jizz, as she never broke eye contact with the camera.

The swallowed, and waited, lazily sucking on him while his shaft throbbed before she pulled away. Fisher stepped back, his limbs weak before he sat down on one of the chairs behind them.

"Good, Greaat!" Gina said as she stood back up leaving Max kneeling with a face full of cum.

A towel was thrown in her direction and Max caught it easily and wiped her face. She let out a shaky breathe and leaned against the counter she had just been bent over.

"Now I had some new ideas for the next scene." Gina said with a smile.