Studio Deepthroat

The moment I locked the studio door behind us, the air crackled with raw want. Lisa stood under the softbox lights in nothing but a tiny black lace thong, her full tits already heaving, nipples tight. She’d begged me for weeks to try something filthier than our usual bedroom stuff, and tonight, in my empty downtown photo studio, we were finally doing it.

“God, Jake, my pussy’s already soaked just thinking about it,” she whispered, biting her lip as she dropped to her knees on the padded mat I’d dragged out. The concrete floor felt cold under my bare feet, but her hungry eyes on my thickening cock made everything burn.

I stepped closer, my dick swinging heavy between us, already half-hard from the drive over. “You sure you want me to fuck your throat like a cheap slut? No holding back?”

Lisa looked up at me, eyes glassy with lust, and nodded fast. “Yes. Use my mouth. Make me gag on that big cock. I want the drool, the tears, everything. Film it if you want… I don’t care.”

Her words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. I grabbed my camera with one hand, hit record, and aimed the lens down at her pretty face. With the other I fisted the base of my cock and slapped the thick head against her waiting tongue. The wet smack echoed in the quiet studio.

“Open wide then, baby.”

Lisa moaned and stretched her lips around me. The first push slid over her hot tongue, but I didn’t stop. I rocked my hips and drove deeper, feeling her throat flutter and squeeze.

“Fuck… that’s it. Relax your jaw. Let me in.”

She made a wet, desperate sound around my shaft, eyes watering instantly. Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth and ran down her chin onto her tits. I kept the camera steady, zooming in on the way her throat bulged every time I fed her another inch.

“Shit, look at you. My dirty little mouth slut. You love this, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, not pushing me away but pulling me closer.

I started thrusting for real, slow at first, then faster. Each stroke pushed past her gag reflex until my balls rested on her chin. The studio filled with wet, obscene glucking noises and her muffled whimpers. Strings of thick spit swung from her lips every time I pulled back, dripping onto the mat.

“Deeper. Take every fucking inch.” I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and held her head still while I fucked her face harder. Her throat spasmed around me, milking my cock in rhythmic squeezes that made my knees weak.

Lisa’s mascara ran in black streaks down her flushed cheeks. She looked wrecked and perfect. I pulled out just long enough for her to suck in a gasping breath.

“More… please, Jake. Don’t stop. Fuck my throat raw.”

I groaned and slammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm. The camera caught everything: the way her tits bounced with each thrust, how her nipples stayed diamond-hard, the constant flood of spit coating my balls and running down her neck. Her hands dropped between her legs, frantically rubbing her swollen clit through the soaked lace.

“Gonna cum soon,” I warned, voice rough. “You want it straight down your throat?”

She nodded frantically, eyes locked on mine, begging without words. I felt her throat open wider, surrendering completely. My hips snapped forward, burying myself to the root again and again. The pressure built fast, my balls drawing tight.

“Fuck—here it comes!”

The first thick rope shot straight into her gullet. Lisa choked but swallowed hard, greedy for every drop. I kept pumping, feeding her pulse after pulse until my cum overflowed and leaked from the corners of her stuffed mouth. She moaned loudly around my twitching cock, her own orgasm crashing through her as her fingers worked her clit in tight circles.

When I finally pulled free, a long string of cum and spit connected her swollen lips to my glistening dick. Lisa coughed, swallowed again, then looked straight into the camera with a wicked, cum-smeared smile.

“Goddamn… that was hot,” she rasped, voice hoarse. “Can we watch it back right now? I want to see how much of a mess I made while you fucked my face.”

I set the camera on the nearby stool, still recording, and pulled her up into my arms. Her lips tasted salty and sweet when I kissed her. We both laughed breathlessly, bodies still buzzing.

“Next time we’re doing this in front of the big mirror so you can watch yourself get throat-fucked,” I said, wiping a strand of hair from her sticky cheek.

Lisa grinned, already reaching down to stroke my spent cock back to life. “Promise? Because I’m nowhere near done tonight.”

We never made it to the couch. I bent her over the prop table instead, spread her legs, and slid into her dripping pussy from behind while the camera kept rolling. She pushed back onto me, moaning loud enough to echo off the studio walls, already planning the next filthy scene we’d capture together.