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Kelly finished getting ready, slipping her tan stockings down her shapely legs and replaced them with the black stockings of her costume, finally snapping the garters into place and stepping into her new shoes. Dressed in Alex’s chosen outfit, she winked for the camera, impressed by how sexy she looked—something about the dim light of evening, the absence of Alex’s encouraging gaze, all of it added to her appeal, and she knew it. She turned to the right, her eyes still on the camera, kicking her left leg up in a pin-up pose, blowing Alex a kiss. Show time.

She slinked back to the bedroom door, touching the handle for a moment before turning. "And so… the performance of a lifetime begins," Kelly muttered under her breath. She winked toward the camera one last time, a gesture for Alex’s benefit much later on. She knew there was no going back, but she didn’t care. From that moment on, she would give Alex what he always wanted.

Opening the door, she found Mark still standing there, rumbling in place, like a storm gathering strength. Kelly knew she could hold him off only so long. Balancing in her heels, she smiled at Mark, pressing her breasts together as a final tease before he’d unleash upon her. "How do I look?" she asked with false modesty.

Mark couldn’t believe his eyes. In all his life, he never imagined he would play dress-up with a woman like this, dressed in a French maid’s outfit just like in those old porn movies he watched furtively as a teenager. The idea was so inaccessible, so foreign, that he dismissed it as pure fantasy. To have Kelly in front of him, poured into a tight outfit straight out of the movies, complete with stockings and stilettos—it was almost too much to process. The fact that she was so beautiful was the cherry on top. If he weren’t so dumbfounded, he might have thought to pinch himself. Kelly turned around slowly, giving him a full view of everything she had to offer. Then she put her finger to her lips and asked with a demure innocence: "Well?"

"You look fucking hot" he replied, which was about the best he could do.

"Thank you" she winked, smiling. And when she winked, Mark saw red, and he set himself upon her– but Kelly backed away with calm assuredness and took her phone off the dresser, surprising Mark by holding it aloft. "Quick selfie" she said, snapping a photo and sending it off to Alex’s phone while Mark just stood there, perplexed and taken aback. "I love the outfit," she typed quickly, "now going to see if HE does!" Giggling, Kelly hit send, then placed the phone back down while smiling wide for the camera yet again. "Sorry" she offered awkwardly, and Mark was about to respond, but she took another inviting step toward him, and in a flash he was on her.

Mark grasped her ass in both hands and lifted Kelly off her feet, her stilettos dangling from her toes and she squealed in delight. He feasted on her neck, biting her flesh and tasting her sweet perfume. She held the back of Mark’s head and cradled him as he devoured her body, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on the camera’s omnipresent gaze. Kelly had often imagined this scene, but she always neglected to reflect upon the other’s role in the game, the variable—it was always easy to imagine her own actions, and Alex’s response, but Mark was an unknown element. His presence was jarring and unsettling, but incalculably exciting. He worked her body with his own passion, something she hadn’t expected. Her pussy ached for him to explore her deeper, to show her something that perhaps she never considered.

Pressed against him, Kelly finally felt the force of his cock swelling beside her aching pussy. Even through the thick material of his jeans, and the thin, soaked fabric of her panties, the pressure was there, pulsing through their bodies. Mark reached under the frilly material of Kelly’s maid costume and probed her pussy with his fingers, feeling for the first time how absolutely drenched she was. "Oh my Godddd" she groaned into his muscled shoulder, tearing at his tight t-shirt and peeling it over his head, still with her feet off the ground. He slipped his middle finger deep inside her in one sudden and shocking motion, causing Kelly to cry out. Placing her back on the ground, and carefully back into her heels, Mark took a step back and licked his finger, tasting her juices. Kelly’s head was buzzing with lust, and drink, but she still kept her gaze fixed on the camera’s eye.

Suddenly remembering her role, Kelly offered Mark a coy smile and put her finger on her lips. She could sense herself feeding on his enjoyment, and she wanted to build it up even more. She tapped past Mark in her heels and went around the living room, slowly and carefully picking up little pieces of dust and paper, bending over and arching her back each time so that he could have a great view of her body. "It’s so dirty in here," she pleaded in her worst French accent, "I must clean it for you."

Mark sat in a chair across from Kelly and just watched, in awe. She bent down again and passed her hand along the floor, scooping up imaginary dirt and grime, all the while bending her knees slightly, just the way Alex had instructed her to do. From watching porn, Alex knew how pornstars like to keep their backs arched so that they look tighter and sexier—he knew the low angle shots always gave the best perspective, and he taught these secrets to Kelly. With Mark watching, Kelly put on a show, aware that her poses were as much for him as for the hidden camera in the living room. She knew Alex would be proud.

Kelly took a feather duster from the kitchen counter and ran it along the edges of the furniture, collecting whatever dust it could attract. She flexed her legs and arched her back at every opportunity, making sure Mark had a great view of up her pleated skirt. His face said it all—this was his fantasy coming true. Kelly hummed as she cleaned, turning so Mark could glimpse her dangling breasts, secure in the knowledge that, with every seductive movement, she was fulfilling two fantasies at once—and it made her tremble to think of it.

Mark was enjoying the show, and she could only imagine how much more Alex would love this scene as each instant played out for his vicarious benefit. Kelly looked at Mark, but saw only Alex. The camera’s light was a steady and constant red, a reminder of Alex’s presence and purpose. All the while, she knew Alex was somewhere far away, probably filling their car with gas, or buying cat food, wondering in vain how everything was playing out. Kelly knew she couldn’t disappoint him. She reached along the counter and arched her back at an almost impossible angle, showing off her tight and toned physique. Mark whistled in amazement, and she smiled in spite of herself. Backing around the room, she was suddenly startled by Mark’s hand grabbing a firm hold of her ass, although she was surprised at the same time that it had taken him so long.

"Oh!" Kelly gasped, melting into his touch. Mark kneaded her cheek, growing under his breath. "Sir, is there something else you would like cleaned?" she teased.

Mark laughs, pulling her closer, fingers running up her thighs and between her legs, pressing against her softness. He traced a finger along her mound and felt the moistness there. Kelly spread her legs slightly, still bent over, with one hand bracing against the coffee table. "Oh… oh…" she moans softly, allowing his finger to roam over the thin fabric of her panties, tracing along her engorged slit. Kelly felt her pussy dripping, and the excitement was made that much better by the knowledge that those fingers didn’t belong to Alex at all.

Kelly thought of Alex just then, and hoped he liked the photo. At that moment, Alex was in fact sitting alone in their car, staring at his phone. He was stunned by Kelly’s picture in her maid’s outfit, filled with a sense of dread because the photo also captured something else—Mark’s shadow against the wall. It loomed over Kelly and cast its dark hue across the lower part of her costume, indicating just how close to her he was. They were sharing the same space, practically on top of one another. Alex’s breath caught in his throat when it occurred to him that this man was in his apartment with Kelly, alone, and that even if he were to rush over there at top speed, he could never get there in time to save her from all of this. But worst of all, even with that shadow cast over her, Kelly’s face was filled with pleasure, satisfaction, and mostly anticipation. She didn’t need saving—she didn’t want saving. She wanted something else.

"Can I clean you, sir?" Kelly asked Mark in a charmingly fake French accent, following the routine Alex had laid out for her, being sure to say everything loud enough for the microphone to hear. Of course, Mark could only laugh in response, surprised and delighted by her performance, stepping forward and nodding his head. Kelly ran a nail down Mark’s full, muscled chest— carving her unseen mark in his flesh. Dropping to her knees, she looked up to him with wide-eyed faux innocence belied by how expertly she shed Mark’s belt without so much as a glance.

"Let me take these off, they are so dirty," Kelly whispered, unzipping his fly and easing his jeans down. She ran her hand along the front of his boxers and was amazed by the bulge. He felt enormous. She stopped cold for a moment, and looked up at Mark with innocent doe-eyes. "Can I please clean you, sir?" she asked again.

"Yes…" Mark croaked, trembling with anticipation.

Kelly pulled on the waistband of Mark’s boxers saw the thick head of his penis peek out over the top. A thin strand of pre-cum dripped from him, and she wanted so badly to taste it. She slid the shorts down Mark’s muscled legs and his cock bounced in the air just inches from her face, as if searching for her mouth.

"Oooh" she cooed appreciatively, obviously impressed. Mark grinned, knowing his cock was only three-quarters erect at this point, but felt it stiffen even further from Kelly’s warm breath on his shaft and her pleased response. She finally curled her lips around his enormous head, popping his cock into her warm, wet mouth, and she sucked gently, wrapping both hands around the thick, veiny shaft. As an afterthought, she deftly manoeuvers their position so that they are in profile for the camera, allowing Alex a glimpse of how long and thick Mark’s cock looks in silhouette against the living room wall behind them. Feeling Alex watching her, Kelly took Mark deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat, trying to take him as far as she can go. She could hardly believe what she was doing, sucking another man’s dick in the bedroom she shared with Alex—knowing he would be watching and enjoying the show. In the back of her mind, she wondered how horrible all of this makes her—if she was cheating on Alex, or if she was somehow doing something wrong that they will both regret. She turned to face the camera, gurgling on Mark’s cock as the tip grazed her tonsils. She could barely get halfway down the shaft before reflectively spitting him out.

Kelly cleaned Mark’s cock with her mouth, tonguing his balls and coating the shaft with her saliva, tasting his musky scent and loving it. She worked his dick even harder than she normally would, performing for Alex’s absent eye, as if to show him that Mark’s dick made her that much better at giving head. She wanted Alex to see what he had done to her, and what she had become. In one motion, she swallowed Mark down as far as she could go, holding it as long as she could before easing him out of her throat. She gasped as his cock sprang free, and Mark felt his knees weaken.

"Wow, you give amazing head" he grumbled, obviously impressed. She smiled for the camera, strangely away from Mark’s gaze, and gave the head of his cock a deep kiss. "I can’t help it, your dick makes me want to suck it so bad." Kelly opened her mouth again and took him deep, gurgling with force, making Mark cry out, then spat his cock out again. "Ahhh" she moaned, feeling a dull throbbing in her jaw.

"Fuck baby, do that again," Mark instructed her, and she obeyed, even though the pain was still throbbing through her jaw. She took Mark down almost to his balls, holding him there, and was ready to spit him out when he grabbed hold of her hair and began grinding her head around the base of his cock. She gulched, choking, but he didn’t release her, instead fucking her face as though she were a plastic doll. The pain shot through her jaw down her shoulders and along her spine, causing Kelly to stiffen up. She tried to breathe, but couldn’t. Panic began to build in her extremities and she started to shake, but before she would pass out Mark finally released his grip on her hair. She collapsed on the floor in a heap, spit trailing from her sore and used mouth.

Gasping for air, tears running mascara trails down her cheeks, she looked up at Mark with anger and horror. She thought he almost killed her. His cock stood out straight ahead, pointing at her, and she felt more tears welling up behind her eyes. She felt the shock run through her nervous system before she could catch her breath.

"You okay?" Mark asked, numb.

"Oh yes," Kelly managed, even though she wasn’t okay. She held back her tears and brought herself back to her knees again. She opened her mouth wide, extending her tongue and slapping Mark’s engorged head against the flattened surface—all at an angle that affords Alex the best possible view. Mark could only groan in delight, watching this gorgeous woman suck his cock with an expert’s skill and a virgin’s passion, and only she knew exactly how painful all of it was for her.

Kelly worked Mark’s dick, careful not to make him cum too soon, although she was sure she could make him cum again quickly if it happened. Releasing it from her mouth, she stroked the base with both hands and gently kissed all around his throbbing shaft, still cooing her approval. "You’re so big, I love your dick," she whispered, swirling her tongue around him and tasting the pre-cum as it collected in the tip. She tried to be as enthusiastic as possible, to suck Mark’s dick better than she had ever sucked Alex, but the pain was still palpable and she was still near tears. But she carried on with her performance, pushing the pain into the background—after all, she knew this was only the beginning. Mark grunted more, holding Kelly by the back of the head and guiding each lick. He felt his orgasm building, and desperately held it off despite the welcoming texture of her tongue. Closing his eyes, Mark thrust his head back and roared, forcing the cum back, giving him a second wind even as Kelly clamped her mouth around his balls, urging him on.

When Mark finally opened his eyes, he looked down at his sultry little maid as she cleaned his dick like a dutiful servant. He could barely believe his luck at scoring such a perfect little vixen, one so ready and willing to please him. She met his gaze, looking so soft and submissive, but then she broke the spell with a seductive wink while slurping the saliva from his balls. Filled with a foreign rage, Mark reached down and grabbed a handful of Kelly’s hair, hauling her to her feet in one motion and tossing her on the futon directly across from the camera. He expected her to scream, or protest to this rough treatment, but she only squealed and smiled. Kelly settled back into the futon and spread her legs wide for Mark, as if on instinct.

"Mmmmmm…" she moaned, eyes half closed in anticipation. "Take what you want from me. Be a man and take me!"