Corruption of Alison

Alison's twenty second servicing of Eric ended with Tony screaming the end of the set. "Alright Eric. Get in the tux. Alison in the wedding dress." It was as if Tony hadn't even witnessed what just happened. It was obvious, though, that Alison and Eric had connected. Alison stood up and locked eyes with Eric, whose turn now it was to be caught off-guard. She confidently turned and walked up to Melinda, who was on the other side of the room, doing paperwork. "Hey, I'm going to take a couple of minutes to cool off in the dressing room. I have to call Randal."

Once in the dressing room, Alison sat on the chair in front of the mirror and hung her head. She seemed to be trying to collect herself. She reached out and picked up the phone. She dialed Randal. Randal quickly grabbed his phone which was luckily on vibrate and held it to his chest to keep himself hidden. After the messaging service played, Alison began innocently explaining why she'd not be home.

"Hey sweetie. This shoot is running long. There have been some delays. It might be a few more hours, so don't wait up. I love you," she spoke into the phone. Alison sat and started to catch her breath again. It was obvious to Randal that lying to him was not easy. He wondered if cheating on him was. Alison stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Stay in control Alison," she said to the reflection looking back at her. Randal knew then that she was losing it. Alison began undressing for her next set. Alison stopped to notice the wet stain that was left on the panties she wore during the last set. She tossed them aside and began dressing for the next set.

Randal turned his attention to a conversation that was now occurring between Tony and Eric. It was obvious the two had worked together previously. Eric said, "...I've been with a lot of models. I've done nude shoots plenty. Most of them with you. You know I'm professional Tony. But I have to tell you, I might just fuck this girl on the next set."

Tony's smile broke into a laugh. "Hey, you do what you got to do. So long as I get my shot, that's all that matters to me. The raunchier it gets, the more Vixen will like it for their catalog. Just remember, we're selling the lingerie here. Plus, it's on you if she cries rape or something. She's got a boyfriend you know."

"Got it, got it. I'm just saying. As far as boyfriends go, she didn't seem to mind when my balls were in her mouth," Eric replied in a half-whisper. His words stung Randal, who could only listen and would probably face a beating if he was in the behemoth Eric's face anyway. Both quieted down when the beautifully adorned Alison walked into the room and near the set. The wedding dress looked traditional and did a nice job of pushing Alison's breasts up, exposing a significant amount of cleavage. If the previous sets were any indication, the dress would not stay on long.

The set began with the stereotypical carrying of the bride across the threshold. Next, Tony took shots of Eric unzipping the dress from behind. This left Alison in a lovely white lace bra and panty combo. She also wore a garter belt that linked to stockings that reached to a couple of inches onto her long, athletic thighs above her knees. Everybody in the room appreciated her beauty. No one would be able to appreciate it more, though, than Eric.

He stood on the other side of the set. He was background to the picture Tony was taking of Alison, sitting on a chair with her legs spread. She put one foot on a step unseen by the camera and began rolling her unhinged stocking down her tan leg. She repeated it with the other. Tony motioned for the now shirtless Tony to come to Alison's side. "Alison, your husband is coming to you. I want to get a few shots of you kissing him on his lower abdomen." Tony requested.

Alison didn't flinch this time. She was resigned to this duty and would try to make it through the end of this shoot without losing control of her inhibitions. Any longer on the previous set and she was sure she would have taken Eric's cock in her mouth. She didn't particularly like doing it, but the sheer mass of Eric's cock intrigued her. Her Randal's seemed half his size. She told herself that Eric's cock would not penetrate her no matter what, but she knew her body felt differently. She pressed her nose and mouth against the hairless, muscular lower abdomen of her model partner. He smelled so nice that she couldn't help but take a deep sniff of his inviting cologne.

Tony let them continue without direction. The only sound in the room was the two models attempting to regulate their breathing. Without prompting, Eric laid his large hand on the upper part of Alison's chest. Alison's hand went to his belt and began undoing it along with the buttons that held Eric's slacks up. As they fell down, she half expected him to be wearing nothing below them, but instead saw that he was wearing a set of boxer briefs, now tenting at the strain his swollen cock was giving them.

Eric's hand went further and slipped under the cup of Alison's bra. Alison closed her eyes and exhaled as she put her open mouth against the tented cotton material of Eric's boxer briefs. Randal, and Tony for that matter, could hardly believe it when she began to gently close her lips around the covered tip of Eric's cock. Eric began to gently knead Alison's breast with one hand and placed his other hand against the back of Alison's head and gently pulled it forward onto his cotton-covered shaft. Alison understood the physical encouragement and began to suck and lick the tip as Tony's camera snapped away.

Eric leaned over and began to rub his hand on Alison's exposed belly causing Alison to inhale deeply and lean back, maintaining hold of Eric's massive cock, whose head now barely peaked above the underwear's waistline. He continued until the tips of his fingers were just below the garter belt's top and the waistline of Alison's lacy panties. He whispered, "You want this?" Tony stopped taking pictures for a split second as he awaited the answer. Randal listened too. Melinda and Rhonda were now standing at the set's boundaries watching. Alison closed her eyes in a wince and moaned what her mind tried to resist but her body screamed--"Mmm. Yes." The response was all Eric needed to slide his hand further. He deftly took his large middle finger and began to slowly slide its tip up and down Alison's slick pussy lips. Meanwhile he expertly rubbed Alison's clit with his thumb. Alison scooted to the edge of her seat to facilitate him while she began to buck her hips upward attempting to get his finger inside of her. He obliged, plunging his long middle finger deep into her as she began to softly whimper her approval.

Randal couldn't help but release his cock from his pants and stroke. His mind and heart were torn in two as he watched the love of his life get stroked by the male model. Even so, he couldn't help his male response to the scene he was witnessing. He couldn't take his eyes off the gap between Alison's legs. The lacy panties didn't entirely cover Eric's large hand as it pleasured Alison.

Eric removed his hand and pulled the weary Alison up to her feet. Next he turned her around and put her hands on the chair's back. "Slow it down Eric. I gotta get the shot," Tony called out. Eric did, but continued his assault. He slid his hand under Alison's garter and hooked onto the waistband of her lace panties. He slowly began to pull them off of her ass. It was easy to notice that they clung to her wet pussy lips as he did so. Alison now stood with her feet spread apart, leaning forward and holding onto the back of the chair, holding her wet panties up between her knees. The shot was incredible and Tony took picture after picture to capture it.

Eric reached his hand around and began to stroke Alison's swollen pussy lips and engorged clit. She was now instinctively pushing back, looking for something to impale her pussy on. Eric obliged her by pulling out his cock and sliding its tip along the slick lips of Alison's pussy. Alison recognized the feeling and immediately stood up.

She attempted to smile to quell the uncomfortable feeling that had now entered the room, but was too out of breath. She then stepped away from the chair where Eric was previously manhandling her. Randal was once again stunned. Somehow, Alison stood up to the sexual arousal being successfully pushed on her by Eric. She giggled nervously a bit and then whispered straight to Eric, "I'm sorry Eric, I can't. I want to, but it's my boyfriend..."

"Say no more. It's just a shoot Alison. It's your call," Eric said and he approached her. Alison moved backward and fell onto the set's bed.

"Keep it going you two," Tony said as he continued to snap away.

Alison was now lying back on the bed comfortable that she had set the boundaries between her and Eric. Eric had other intentions though. He had come too close to Alison's prize to turn back now. The head of his cock had slightly entered the warm, wet folds of Alison's pussy and he wouldn't stop until he had invaded the rest. He would not take it from her though. He wanted her to beg for it.

He approached Alison who had long since relinquished the awkward hesitation of before. She understood what Vixen wanted for its new catalog. She had already exposed herself completely and had damn near been fucked by her partner. Most of her wished he had just plunged into her when he had the chance. Even so, she was proud of herself that she had stood up to Eric, perhaps the hottest guy she'd ever seen. She would take out her building sexual frustration on Randal's relatively all-too-human cock tonight. "I love him," she kept reminding herself.

Randal watched his girlfriend from above, knowing now that she had crossed the toughest hurdle and would come home to her unassaulted, but not violated by the hunky aggressor. He loved Alison even more.

Alison's long tan legs were spread open as Eric came to her. He was smiling at the beautiful site in front of him. One of the straps of Alison's bra was pulled down her arm causing one of the cups to move below her breast and allowing a nipple to peak from below it. Her feet were held up high with faux jeweled high heels on her feet. She looked up between her legs over her toned torso, the effort of holding up her head causing the muscles of her stomach to slightly reveal themselves. Her ass was at the edge of the bed. Despite her earlier denial, Eric knew she would succumb. The glistening of her pussy, now splayed with swollen lips and clit told him so.

He reached out and grabbed one of her ankles and pulled it outward, spreading her legs further. He repeated the motion with the other hand, stopping only to push his swollen cock downward, the head splitting her ass cheeks. The top of his cock's head was now pressed against the bud of her ass. He pushed the entirety of the topside length of his cock against her wet pussy lips, which wrapped around it. He then began to simulate what he would soon be actually doing to her. Tony was ecstatic at what he saw and continued taking pictures.

Alison couldn't believe how good Eric's cock felt against her. Every time he moved, his cock slid on her pussy. Alison felt her moisture sliding down his cock and into the crack of her ass. She had denied Eric earlier, but if he kept this going, she would not be able to hold him back. Her breathing was growing increasingly erratic and she couldn't help but arch her back and buck her hips up and down slightly. The consequence of that motion was Eric's cock head sliding up and pushing against the inner folds of her vagina. Alison was tired of holding back. She began to whimper slightly and intermittently moan. She brought her feet in and held them against Eric's hard ass cheeks, ready to pull him into her.

"Eric, I need you on your back. Alison, I want you to straddle him," Tony ordered. Eric and Alison dutifully took their positions. Randal watched the arch that was the meeting point of Alison's long legs as it pushed down on the underside of Eric's cock, now lying against his stomach. The lips of her pussy mashed down and they too straddled Eric. Alison began a sliding motion that rode Eric's cock like a rail and struck her clit every time she lifted her ass. She would slide until she felt the head of his cock and then slide back down until her clit felt the soft skin of his sack. And then she repeated. From Randal's vantage point, he knew it was just a matter of time. From behind her, Tony couldn't see the meeting of their genitalia. It was covered by a comforter that wrapped around the bottom of Alison's ass.

To Alison, she wasn't thinking about Tony anymore. She wasn't thinking about Melinda and Rhonda in the room. Most of all, she wasn't thinking of the restrictions placed on her by a relationship with Randal. She was only feeling the hot, burning moisture that now flowed from her pussy. She was tired of coming close. At this point, she wanted Eric's cock deep inside her more than anything in the world.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on Eric's muscular shoulders, now glistening with sweat. Instead of stopping her slide at the head of Eric's cock, she slid forward of it. When she did, Eric's cock sprang up and it positioned to enter her pussy again. This time, no matter what, she would not be denied. Eric pulled both straps of her bra down and began sucking her nipples. This was the final motivation. Alison rocked back and plunged Eric's cock deep into her. Her position allowed Eric's solid cock to part her slick vaginal walls and strike her g-spot hard.

Alison winced in pleasure and inhaled deep, before huffing as she began to pump to a silent rhythm. Eric thrusted his hips upward as he held her hips in place. The penetration was unknown to all in the room except the two that were conducting the intercourse, but then, Alison sat up. Randal's point of view allowed him to see it clearly. Alison lifted onto her knees, extending the pole whose top was still within her. Its moisture shined under the lights of the studio aiming at the scene of his girlfriend fucking Eric.

Alison sat straight up and began riding Eric with abandon. After the first few slaps of skin, the others in the room held no doubt that Alison and Eric had finally consummated their obvious attraction. Once Alison saw Tony in front of her snapping photos of her wild bucking upon Eric's cock, she stopped hiding. "Of fuck me. Fuck me," she started to pant, like a mantra, a prayer to a god that would grant her an orgasm. Eric reached down and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. The god granted her wish.

Alison held her breath as she began to shake uncontrollably. It was Eric's turn to reach a climax and he replaced her calls with his own. "Ah fuck. You like that? Ah fuck...," he called out as he began to lift Alison up with his hips. After his third orgasmic thrust, he pulled her down onto him and held her against him as hard as he could. Alison squealed as she finally exhaled.

The two lay locked in an embrace for three minutes as Tony snapped his pictures of the sweaty couple. Alison was oblivious, even to Tony's decision to take pictures of her cock-filled vagina spilling cum. She was physically spent. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. It even wafted up to where Randal was still squatting in hiding. That was when he decided it was time to go.

Randal left quietly, without his presence ever realized. He lazily walked to his car. When he sat in the driver's seat, he noted the entire affair took just over four hours. Randal was numb to what he had just seen. He knew that his relationship was over, stabbed to death by the long, strong, solid cock of a male model. He started the car and drove toward the apartment he shared with a girl he was mentally calling every obscene name he could think of.

His cell phone began to vibrate in the passenger seat. He picked it up and saw it was Alison. He pondered whether or not to answer it until the fourth ring, when he finally decided, "why not?"

"Hey baby! I just wanted to let you know the shoot is over," she said as if nothing had happened.

Randal put on his bravest face and answered like nothing happened as well. "Oh yeah? How did it go?" he asked.

"Fine. A little boring." She hesitated and he recognized her putting her hand over the microphone.

"When you coming home," he asked.

"Yeah. Well, a couple of the girls from the shoot and I are going to go out for a few hours for a girls night out. Just going to do some dancing." she said.

Randal sighed and then answered defeated, "Fine."

Without hesitation, she answered, "Okay. I love you. Oh, and don't wait up for me!"

Her last statement finally broke his cracked heart. He pulled off to the side of the road. He sat for a second and thought, "I can't just sit here and let this happen."

Randal turned the car around and sped back toward the studio.