Alise in NYC

The sound of Alise's heels on the pavement echoed between the tall buildings as she strode down the leafy avenue in search of the address. It wasn't her first time in New York City, but it was the first time she'd explored Greenwich Village. She'd debated with herself for the longest time what to wear, and as she listened to the sound of her footsteps she began to worry if she'd over dressed. She'd certainly gotten a lot of glances on the subway.

She self-consciously smoothed down her red dress as she stopped for a moment to check the address on her phone. This looked like it. She paused on the pavement for a moment, checking herself in the camera on her phone to make sure she didn't look too flustered before slipping it back into her bag. She wasn't used to this heat anymore, glad she'd put on this particular dress as the fabric was thin and breathable and it floated nicely. She'd have to do, she was already a few minutes late.

The doorbell rang out its chime as she stood at the top of the steps, nervously playing with her hair. She'd been looking forward to this trip for months after she'd connected with them over the internet. It had been a throw-away drunken comment on their webpage that she'd never really expected a response to.

"Come," an electronic voice commanded, thick with a Russian accent. Alise had been expecting that, and the single word elicited a tingle of excitement down her spine. She'd heard him make commands like that before in their videos, but never directly to her. The rush of adrenaline was exhilarating.

She pushed the door as the lock buzzed and entered into the hallway. As the door slammed behind her she glanced at her phone again. Third floor. She began to climb the stairs, the sounds of her high heels on the bare tiles echoing around the stairwell. It was a little more shabby than she expected from the outside of the building, but clean.

Apartment 3B was indeed on the third floor, but Alise hadn't remembered the difference in floor numbering between the UK and US so arrived sooner than expected. She took a few seconds to check herself in her camera again and tucked an errant strand of her hair back behind her ear. This was it. She could feel her little cock straining against her tuck already, excited by what was to come.

Alise rapped quietly on the bare door, adorned only with the apartment number and lock. It was opened almost immediately by a beautiful woman dressed in a sheer nightie. Alise could only stare open mouthed as she met in person the girl she'd seen a hundred times online. She was even more pretty than Alise had thought, the nightie draped loosely over her perfect pert breasts, puffy nipples visible through the fabric.

"Hi! You must be Alise," she said, her voice a little husky, Russian accent even stronger than the guy's. Alise felt the girl's eyes roaming her body and she had to fight back a wave of self-consciousness, trying hard not to just assume the woman was judging her or comparing Alise to herself. How could Alise even begin to compete?

"Yeah, er, hi," she managed to mumble, then stuck out her hand awkwardly, cursing herself internally. Fucking hell, it isn't a job interview, she chided herself. The woman just looked at her quizzically and stepped aside, ushering Alise into the tiny hallway. Alise brushed past her, arm just grazing the woman's breast through her slip.

"Alise! Come through my darling," came the deep rumble of the man's voice from a room at the end of the narrow hallway. Alise obeyed, heels clacking on the wooden floor. She entered a brightly lit kitchen, window open onto the leafy street outside. The sunlight was pouring in, silhouetting a tall, muscular man standing by the counter drinking a coffee. He was completely naked, large flaccid penis hanging over his bulging scrotum. Alise couldn't help but stand and stare. Like the woman, he was even more beautiful in real life than he had been on the screen all those times.

"Welcome!" he said with a laugh, opening his arms and gesturing for Alise to move closer. She obeyed wordlessly, eyeing up his huge chest and arm muscles, thick veins running their full length. He placed his coffee mug on the counter then embraced Alise, giving her a kiss on each cheek. Alise could feel his cock pressing against her dress and it made her instantly hard, her own tiny cock straining against her panties and leaving a wet mark on them.

The man broke the embrace but kept his arm on Alise's shoulder as he turned to the woman, who had remained standing in the doorway, lounging against the frame. She was grinning.

"You met Sasha already," he rumbled, and Sasha gave her a little wave. "And I'm Andrej. It's so good you could come all this way. We've been very excited about you coming, haven't we my dear?" Sasha nodded and giggled.

"We can't wait for you to join us. We're not used to having a cameraman!"

"Yes!" exclaimed Andrej, arms in the air, grinning madly. "It's new for us! We will have such fun!"

"I honestly didn't think you'd say 'yes'," said Alise, trying to work out if the couple were laughing at her. She couldn't quite understand their behaviour. Andrej seemed like he might even be high, and Sasha kept just grinning. "That comment I made on your OnlyFans site? Well, I was quite drunk, and I never thought you'd actually read it, let alone invite me here!"

"Alise, Alise..." Andrej said, pulling her in to another bear hug. "We checked you out and you looked fun, so we thought we could all have fun together, no?"

"Why don't we celebrate first?" suggested Sasha, moving to the fridge and pulling out a plain glass bottle.

"Yes!" shouted Andrej, breaking away from Alise and reaching into the cupboard to extract three shot glasses. "Vodka! Vodka for all to toast our success!"

Sasha poured a full glass in each, and Andrej handed one to Alise.

"Bottom up, as you English say, no?"

Alise grinned and raised her glass. "Vashe zdorov'ye," she said haltingly, and threw back the shot in one. It burned her throat as it slid down, and she fought the urge to screw up her face. Vodka had never been her favourite, not helped by some wild evenings in her youth.

Sasha and Andrej both laughed what sounded to Alise like a genuine laugh and threw back their own drinks. Sasha immediately began to refill them all. Andrej returned to Alise's side, his strong arm once more around her shoulders. He clinked his glass against hers and drank, so Alise followed suit, her eyes holding Sasha's as they swallowed.

"Good. Now come," he said, slamming his glass down on the counter and pulling Alise towards the door. Sasha giggled and skipped away down the corridor, Alise just catching a glimpse of her ass as she turned into another room. She looked so sexy it made Alise hard again, her head spinning a little from the alcohol.

Andrej guided Alise into the room, where Sasha had already thrown herself onto the bed and was lying on her back, arms behind her head, legs crossed over each other. On the table in the corner of the room was a camcorder mounted on a handle. Right next to it were a bunch of sex toys, including a large dildo, a whip, and a metal chain. A large tube of lubricant lay on its side, oozing onto the table top, leaving a greasy smear on the wood.

Andrej picked up the camera and handed it to Alise.

"You know how to use, yes?" he asked. Alise inspected the camera. It was the same model she used at home for her own channel.

"Sure," she replied, quickly turning it on and flicking through the modes.

"Ha!" laughed Andrej, slapping her on the back. "You are expert, yes?"

"Darling, come here," purred Sasha from the bed, rolling onto one side so that her breast slipped out of her negligee. Alise turned the camera on her and began to record.

"No no," said Andrej, taking the camera from her and turning it off. Alise looked at him, suddenly worried she had misunderstood what they wanted from her. "It's no good you are clothed and we are not!" He exclaimed, indicating to his naked body. "Get comfortable. Take off your clothes. More fun then, no?"

Alise blushed, unsure if the couple knew she was a bit different. They'd said they'd checked her out, so she guessed they knew she had been born male. Slowly she reached around to unzip her dress. Andrej stood back, arms folded, watching. Sasha propped herself up on one arm, still grinning, almost maniacally. Alise slipped the dress off her shoulders, tugging it down over her tiny bare breasts. The forecast had been hot, so she'd foregone her bra. Her dress slid to the floor noiselessly and she stepped out of it, leg cocked to hide her growing bulge.

"Cute," was all Sasha said, eying up her chest.

"Go on," said Andrej with a grin. "Everything."

Alise swallowed hard, then tugged at her panties, peeling them down her legs. Her little cock instantly sprang out, fully hard. Her balls stayed where they were, tucked up in their canals. She let her panties drop, then stood before the couple, feeling embarrassed by her obvious excitement. Her little cock stuck straight out, hard and glistening, barely four inches long and skinny. Sometimes she hated it, wishing either it had been cut off or had at least been a normal size.

"What do you think Sasha?" asked Andrej, arms folded, looking at Alise's crotch. She sighed a bored smile and rolled onto her back.

"Darling you know I like yours best. I need a big cock, not a little boy. Now come here, I want daddy."

Andrej shook his head at Alise. "Just as pathetic as I thought. You'd better just film. I show you how a real man fucks," he said, still grinning, his face now hard and less friendly. Alise felt her stomach tighten, heart rate rising. She was blushing hard. She hadn't had this kind of reaction in a while. She hated herself for being turned on despite the humiliation. Silently she picked up the camera and turned it on, pointing it at the bed.

"Good boy," said Andrej with a wink, and he turned to the bed, climbing on top of Sasha, who greeted him with a giggle and outspread arms. Alise tried to ignore the jibe but it hurt her. She had been a fool to think they would be nice to her.

"Make sure you get good angle," Sasha called to Alise. They began to kiss deeply, Andrej on his hands and knees, Sasha wrapping her arms around his body. His big cock hung down between his legs, and Alise moved around the side of the bed to get a good view of it. She moved in front of the open window, feeling the warmth of the summer sunshine on her skin. She didn't need to turn around to know that the window looked over the street and that she was fully visible. It only added to the growing sense of excitement deep inside her.

She focused the camera onto Andrej's face as he buried his in Sasha's big breasts, tugging them free from her nightie. Sasha wrapped her arms around his head, holding him there as he kissed her noisily and wetly. Her eyes were shut and she moaned, a sound that had driven Alise wild when she had watched the pair online. In person, it was even sweeter.

Sasha moaned something in Russian, tugging at Andrej's head, urging him upwards. He sucked on her nipple, tugging it hard, then releasing it, before moving up to kiss her deeply. Her hand slipped down between them, taking his big hanging cock in her grip. They kissed, her hand exploring him, tugging and squeezing as he grew. Alise moved around the side to get a better angle. She took a moment to admire Andrej's thigh muscles, bulging and straining as he supported himself.

Another murmured Russian exchange and Andrej rolled over to lie on his back. Sasha climbed between his legs and bent down to his cock, taking it into her mouth eagerly. Alise moved around the bed to get a view of her which showed Andrej's face in the background as her mouth teased him to a full erection. He gently toyed with Sasha's hair as she worked on him, slurping noisily and moaning into him.

After a while, Andrej sat up and pushed Sasha away, moving to his knees so they were both kneeling facing each other. She stripped off her negligee, tossing it to the floor. He placed his hand between her legs and she moaned loudly immediately. Her hand was still on his cock, now rock hard and standing tall, at least nine inches and as thick as her wrist. Alise couldn't help focusing on it, biting her lip and wondering if it might be the biggest she'd ever seen.

Andrej began to finger Sasha. It looked rough to Alise, but the noises coming from Sasha filled the room. Alise couldn't help wondering how far down the block they could be heard through the open window. Andrej kept up the intensity, Sasha arching her back and letting go of his cock. Her moans were joined by wet squelching noises, so Alise moved further round to focus in on her groin. Andrej's fingers were curled up inside her, and she was dripping all over the bed.

Sasha grabbed Andrej's wrist, and Alise wondered if it was too much for her. She screamed, her breasts reddening. Suddenly her pussy exploded, showering Andrej's arm. She shouted something in Russian, but Alise understood perfectly. Her whole body shook with her orgasm, but Andrej didn't stop. His fingers kept moving inside the girl, forearm muscles bulging and moving quickly as he worked.

As Sasha finally flopped back on the bed gasping for air, Andrej sat back and laughed, licking his fingers. Alise stood at the end of the bed facing him, a long view down Sasha's quivering body.

"I bet you want to taste, don't you boy?" he asked, gesturing to Sasha's pussy.

Alise just nodded, keeping the camera on him.

"It's not for men with pathetic little cocks darling," purred Sasha as she lay on the bed, almost dazed from the intensity of what had just happened. She reached up and plucked Alise's cock with one finger, giggling as Alise gasped and jumped at her touch. "So pathetic," she murmured, turning to look at Andrej. "Show me what a cock should look like darling," she giggled.

Andrej held his in his big hand, stroking it, grinning at the camera.

"This is a man's cock," he said. "Now show them what a pathetic little boy you are."

Alise just stared, shaking with a mix of anger and embarassment.

"Do it," shouted Andrej, face suddenly dark. Alise jumped at the sudden change in tone, slowly turning the camera down until it was focused on her own rock hard shaft.

"Look at him," laughed Sasha, rolling over onto her front, finger plucking Alise again. "He doesn't even have any balls!"

"They're tucked," Alise whispered.

"I like mine big and full," replied Sasha in a bored voice, rolling over again. "Come on darling, forget about the boy. Come and fuck me properly."

Andrej grabbed her legs roughly and tugged her down the bed, making her squeal with delight.

"Keep filming boy," he growled. "We want our fans to see how a proper cock makes a woman feel, no?"

Alise returned the camera focus to the couple as Andrej tugged Sasha closer still, lifting up her hips and rubbing his cock against her already soaking lips. His muscles bulged as he supported himself, leaning against her raised legs. Sasha purred something in Russian, pleading with him. He just teased her some more, making her wriggle and say something even more desperate sounding. Alise bit her lip as she watched, her own cock dripping in anticipation. A long bead of precum left her, slowly dropping to the floor on a long thread.

The room filled with Sasha's cry of pleasure as Andrej pushed his big cock into her in one smooth motion. He grabbed her legs and braced himself before beginning to thrust. Sasha's eyes were rolled back in her head, putting Alise in mind of someone tripping on drugs. Her body was limp, arms flung above her head. Her big breasts began to jiggle with Andrej's thrusts, bouncing and flapping, big puffy nipples bright red.

Alise tried to find the best angle for the scene, moving slowly, panning across them as Andrej fucked her, pace and intensity growing harder and harder. She was sorely tempted to touch her own cock, but was worried she would draw attention to it and garner some more humiliating comments. Besides, she knew she was so turned on she might just come from simply touching herself.

She tried to focus on the scene, thinking about it in terms of angles and what an audience would want to see. Andrej kept on fucking, veins popping out on his shoulders and arms. He could keep going for a long time, Alise knew from watching their channel. It was yet another way in which she was pathetic by comparison she knew.

Eventually Andrej sat back, his chest heaving as he panted. He rubbed his cock against Sasha's pussy and grinned at her. She looked back up at him, almost drunk with pleasure. He said something in Russian, a simple short command. Sasha struggled to sit up as Andrej laid back. She climbed on top of him, her pussy dripping all over his leg. She sat astride him and slipped him straight into her without a further word. She moaned loudly as she sat down fully, rocking her hips, hands above her head.

Alise filmed the entrance from the bottom of the bed, then moved around to the side, looking towards the window in the background. The sunlight caught Sasha's body beautifully, her skin looking honey gold and smooth. Andrej's big hands interrupted the scene, taking Sasha's breasts, one in each. He gripped them hard, her flesh bulging out between his fingers as she rocked away, causing her to moan loudly. He squeezed harder, then released them and slapped her hard across the chest. Alise winced at the sound, knowing it wasn't a playful slap. Sasha just moaned.

"Ride me," he commanded, voice deep and gruff. "Fuck me properly."

She responded immediately, obeying her man. She began to rise and fall on him, their bodies slapping together noisily. Andrej grunted in response as Alise slid further around to focus the camera on their groins, Andrej's thick shaft thick with white as it slipped in and out of her red pussy.

Sasha bounced on his cock, working as fast as she could. Andrej slapped her breasts a few more times, no less hard. Alise couldn't help but notice the red finger marks from earlier, still evident on her flesh from where he gripped her. She seemed to take each slap as a command, increasing her speed and depth. Andrej however still wasn't happy. He shifted his weight, pulling Sasha down towards him. He lifted his knees and began to thrust up into Sasha, much faster than she had been able to.

"Oh my god..." she cried in English, followed by a long stream of Russian, gasped between breaths. Alise moved around to the foot of the bed again to get a close up shot of Sasha's ass, Andrej's cock ramming in and out of her. His big balls were clenched up tight to the base of his shaft, bobbing and bouncing with each thrust. Alise felt a stab of jealousy once more as she focused on his size.

Andrej growled something, then roughly pushed Sasha to one side. She fell onto the bed, gasping, breathing hard, eyes still a little glazed. He tugged at her ankles roughly, turning her around so she was facing Alise again, this time on her hands and knees. Sasha's eyes met Alise's for a moment and she laughed. Alise felt a stab of shame as she realised Sasha, far from finding Alise attractive, was actually repulsed by her. There was no warmth in her glance, only superiority.

Sasha gasped as Andrej entered her again, once again in one quick, rough move. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck the girl from behind. His fingers dug into her flesh again and she closed her eyes. Alise knelt down, focusing the camera on the woman's hanging breasts, slapping together with each thrust. She tried to keep her mind on the camera, ignoring the rising feeling of self hate and shame. She should never have agreed to this. Why did she think they would be interested in her? They just wanted to use her and humiliate her. Despite this, Alise's cock remained rock hard, head shiny and deep purple with the prolonged erection. Her balls ached inside her body.

Andrej shifted his weight, one foot now up on the bed next to Sasha as he sought a deeper angle. One hand curled around her neck, fingers reaching into the girl's mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, moaning and panting hard. Andrej tugged on her mouth as he drilled into her, the sounds of their slapping bodies filling the room, drifting out of the open window in the middle of the afternoon.

Sasha dropped her head as Andrej pushed the back of her shoulders. He suddenly grabbed her neck as his pace increased, and her eyes opened for a moment. As their eyes met, Alise noticed a flicker of fear as his hand tightened its grip around her throat. Sasha gulped for a moment, then closed her eyes again, a tear running down her cheek. Alise swallowed hard. Was this consensual, she pondered? Andrej held his hand there for a moment until he suddenly thrust his cock in deep and growled loudly.

"Fuck yes! Fuck!" He released Sasha's neck and grabbed her hips, all his muscles clenched and straining as he climaxed inside her.

Sasha's head dropped down onto the bed, arms flung out in front. She lolled on the bed for a moment, and Alise was terrified she was hurt. Eventually Sasha turned her head and looked at Alise, laughing, her voice croaky.

"Aww, the little boy was worried for me!"

Andrej sat back on his haunches, breathing hard. He looked down at Alise and laughed. "You're a good cameraman." She was not expecting that compliment. She began to lower the camera. "No, no, you're not done!" He exclaimed, pointing at her cock. Alise felt a stab of adrenaline. What did he have in mind?

Sasha rolled over and flicked her cock again, making Alise gasp, nearly losing control form that one simple touch. "He doesn't deserve it," she yawned.

"What do you think?" asked Andrej, looking at Alise. "Do you think you deserve a go?" He gestured at Sasha's bare ass as she lolled on the bed.

"I..." began Alise. Andrej just laughed, slapping Sasha on the ass.

"Go on," he said, standing up and grabbing the camera from Alise, face dark once again, smile gone. His half hard dick hung between his legs, slick white and dripping with cum. Alise tried to bury the image of her on her knees on front of him, cleaning him, but failed. "Fuck off," he growled in her face. "Take your pathetic little dick with you." He reached down and grabbed her dress from the floor, throwing it in Alise's face.

Alise was shocked, unable to move. She began to cry, and Andrej slapped her cheek hard, then grabbed her face. She was so shocked she didn't even react, just stood there, shaking, staring into his empty eyes. Sasha was grinning at her from the bed.

"Fuck off, and don't you dare tell anyone about today, OK? You were never here."

He pushed her back and she stumbled, tripping over her shoes and falling onto the floor.

"Get the fuck out," he growled as he set the camera down on the table, back to her. "You're not enough of a man for us. You're a filthy whore." Alise scrambled to her feet and tugged on her dress and shoes as quickly as she could, grabbing her purse but leaving her panties lying on the floor. She ran out of the apartment, eager to get a strong door between her and Andrej. For a moment she worried about Sasha, but it was fleeting. Sasha knew what she was doing, she knew what he was like.

Standing on the landing in her dress, cock still hard, Alise was shaking. She looked down at herself and began to cry. Without her panties her cock would be obvious. And it wasn't going down any time soon. Taking her herself in her hand under her dress, she quickly stroked herself, pointing her cock at the floor. Only a few strokes later she came, her cum splashing onto the wooden floor along with her tears. Her balls ached so much that it brought her no release, only pain.

She felt so pathetic, and all she wanted was to be home, far away from these cruel people.