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First Time | Filming | Oral | Dom/Sub

I Let Him Record Me Swallowing Every Drop Like a Good Girl

My mouth felt strange with his thumb still in there. I really hoped he’d stop filming. But his phone was back on the stand, aimed right at us. Was he that hooked on seeing me like this? Porn stars really must be a different kind, I thought.

I shifted onto my knees slowly, feeling the ache in my thighs from holding them up for so long. He really took his time with me. My pussy still throbbed, empty and wanting. It was a strange feeling, being so exposed and not hating it.

He was already unzipped, his cock half-hard, poking out from his boxers. It looked thick, even soft. I wondered how it would feel inside me, stretching me open. My mouth watered a little, and not just from his thumb.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he praised softly, his free hand coming up to stroke my hair.

I leaned into his touch, feeling oddly comforted.

This was all so new, so out there, but his calmness grounded me. It’s just us, I thought. Just like always, except naked.

I opened my mouth wider, letting his thumb slide out. He chuckled and replaced it with the head of his cock. It tasted like skin, warm and slightly salty. My lips closed around it instinctively, my tongue flicking out to taste him fully.

He guided his cock in and out slowly, letting me get used to the size and feel of him. My eyes were locked on his, watching for any sign of discomfort. But he just looked amused, almost proud. Like he was showing off his favorite toy.

“You like that, huh?” he asked. “Suck it like you mean it.”

I nodded, my cheeks heating up. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but his growing hardness told me I was on the right track. I grabbed his hips tightly as I bobbed my head. The motion felt natural, almost instinctive. Like my body knew what to do, even if my mind was still catching up.

He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”

His other hand adjusted the camera, zooming in on my mouth wrapped around his cock. I wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. A part of me liked the idea of him watching this later.

My throat started to ache, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to please him, to show him that I could do this. That I was a good girl, just like he said. The thought made my pussy clench. I wanted him to fuck me, to fill me up completely.

“Deeper,” he urged. “Take it all.”

I tried, gagging a little as his cock pushed past my comfort zone. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, before starting to move again. This time, he controlled the pace, fucking my mouth with long, slow strokes.

The sounds filled the room.

Wet, sucking noises, mixed with his groans and my muffled whimpers. The camera captured it all, every detail. I wondered if he would show this to anyone else.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

His words fueled me. I wanted to be hot for him, to be the best he’d ever had. My tongue worked harder, swirling around his cock, licking up and down the shaft. I sucked him deeper, feeling the pressure build in my throat.

He was close.

I could feel it in the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched. His hand moved from my hair to the back of my head, holding me in place as he started to thrust faster.

“Come on, baby,” I said. “Cum for me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the sensations. The fullness in my mouth, the friction, his taste. It was overwhelming and intense, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to feel him explode.

His grip tightened. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

I held on tight as my mouth worked furiously. He pulsed inside me and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed instinctively, the taste surprisingly sweet. He kept coming, wave after wave, until I thought he would drown me.

Finally, he stopped.

He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard but dripping. I gasped for air, my throat burning, my mouth sticky.

He looked down at me. “Good girl,” he repeated. He reached for a tissue, wiping my mouth gently. “You did so good.”

I couldn’t look into his eyes, feeling embarrassed. What had I just done? I’d let him film me, use me, and I’d enjoyed every second of it. My cheeks burned, my pussy throbbed.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.

I nodded, unable to speak.

His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of regret.

“It’s okay,” he reassured me. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

But what did I want? I wasn’t sure. This whole experience had turned my world upside down. I’d discovered a side of myself I never knew existed, a side that craved his touch. His approval.

“I…” I started. “I’m okay.”

He smiled. “We have time,” he said. “We can figure it out together.”

He leaned down, kissing me softly. It was gentle and comforting. I started to relax, the tension easing from my muscles.

“Let’s watch the video,” he suggested, his hand moving to my thigh. “See what we think.”

I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to see myself like that. But his touch was reassuring, and a part of me was curious. What did I look like? How did I sound?

“Okay,” I agreed.

He grabbed the camera, settling back on the bed. I crawled up beside him, leaning against his shoulder.

He hit play.

Watching myself on screen was surreal. I looked different, wilder, more uninhibited than I ever imagined. My moans were loud, my movements desperate. I could see the pleasure on my face, the way my body responded.

He fast-forwarded to the part where he came.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful.”

My cheeks were burning. He was right. My eyes shimmered, my lips puffed up, my hair all tangled. I looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t shy about it.

“I can’t believe that’s me,” I whispered.

He smiled, wrapping his arm around me. “That’s you and you’re amazing.”

His words warmed me, chasing away my embarrassment. I snuggled closer.

“So,” he said. “What do you think? We can go for round two if you want.”

I laughed.

Maybe I was a natural at this. Maybe I did want more. My pussy pulsed.

“Maybe,” I replied. “But this time, I want to be on top.”

“Oh, really? You think you can handle that?”

I grinned. “I think I can handle anything you throw at me.”

He leaned in. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, he rolled me onto my back. His cock was already stiff. The camera sat forgotten on its stand, capturing quietly whatever came next. I didn’t care. I was ready to let go completely.

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