The Cam Models Aid: Chapter 8 Early Release (Patreon)

"The After Party Pleasure"

As the music continued to blast out, and the dance floor filled to capacity, Ali found himself extremely close to both Ellie and Mila. With such little space, their dancing was closer to grinding than anything else.

Ellie seemed to be enjoying the close proximity, having turned around to allow her to fit into Ali's side as she cheered the DJ on. 

Mila was, initially, less enthusiastic. Conscious of her top struggling to contain her bust, she was constantly adjusting it and glancing nervously at the nearby dancers. However, it was obvious they were focusing more on the music and their own dance partners.

When Mila went to pull her top up once more, Ali gently caught her hand and held it as they danced. “Relax…it shouldn't fall. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself.” Mila smiled sheepishly, but agreed with a nod.

By the time three more songs had passed, Mila was enjoying herself and dancing more freely. She nestled against Ali’s other side, laughing at Ali's less than elegant attempts at dancing.

Though Mila's top had slipped slightly, it seemed to stay put once it reached the midway point. Ali was fairly sure that it was being held in place solely by her nipples, based on its current height. She had passed caring now though, it seemed.

As the three danced together, getting increasingly intimate with their movements, Ali cast a glance towards their table. Alana, catching his gaze, raised her glass towards him. She then gestured to the others. She mouthed “focus on them” before returning her focus to her phone.

Ali chuckled before returning to dancing with the girls. He was thoroughly enjoying the close proximity. By now, Ellie was almost grinding her ass on his leg, while Mila had her chest pressed up to his own. 

After a few more songs, the trio agreed that they needed a break again, so made their way back to their table. Once there, the girls bundled into the booth, giggling with Alana.

“Ok, I admit it, I enjoyed that,” Mila laughed, her face flush from the heat in the club and the exertion of dancing. Glancing down, Ali was pretty sure her top was close to giving up its fight to stay up. “Er…Mila” Ali called. When she looked up at him, he gestured to her chest.

Looking down and seeing her predicament, she chuckled before readjusting it once more. “Thanks. Knew you were a gentleman, Ali.” Alana sighed and put her head in her hands. “Most other guys would have kept quiet, Ali. Such a missed opportunity.” Mila shoved Alana off her arms, and the two began to bicker good naturedly.

Ali shook his head and smiled, before looking down at Ellie. “I gotta go to the little boys room. I'm busting” he said. Ellie looked down at his waist with a smirk. “What? They don't have a big boys room in this club?” Ali became uncomfortably aware of his current arousal straining his jeans.

“Well, after dancing with you three can you blame me?” Ellie looked at him with a hooded expression. “We'll have to help you with that later, perhaps~” Ali rolled his eyes with a slight blush before heading off to the loo, ignoring the laughter from the girls behind him. “That won't help me lose this erection anytime soon.”

Ali found his way to the toilet, quickly doing his business and heading to the sinks to wash his hands. “Surprisingly nice toilet for a club”. 

He barely paid attention to the door swinging open as several men entered the loo. But as he sensed them stop behind him, he looked up into the mirror to see a trio of men standing in a loose circle. Two he did not recognise, but the third was the jerk from earlier who had been trying to flirt with Ellie.

“So…think you're hot stuff, do you? Three girls…that's just selfish, you know” he sneered with his arms crossed. Ali sighed, turning the tap off before turning to face them.

“Again, that is their choice. Perhaps if you were better able to take no for an answer, you might have better luck getting a dance” This was the wrong thing to say. 

Quicker than he could react to, the middle guy struck out in a punch, striking his face and splitting his lip open! Ali groaned, but swiftly returned his gaze to the men. Clearly, they weren't here to talk.

“Don't get smart with me. You have one chance to leave this club, or me and my boys are going to drag you out unconscious. Don't worry, we'll take good care of those girls” 

Even If Ali was willing to leave the girls to these assholes “tender” mercy, which he wasn't, the fact that this guy had the audacity to make a gesture as if he was grasping a girls chest as he said this made Ali lose his cool.

He leant down and tackled the guy, straddling him as he was on the ground. He got several good punches in as the guy tried to defend his face. He wasn't there for long though, before one of the others dragged him off the guy. Still holding him up, the final remaining guy started laying into him with punches to his stomach.

Unable to defend himself due to being held from behind, each hit made him wince and forced the air from his lungs. The man on the floor pulled himself up, now suffering from a black eye. “You want to try to be a hero, huh? Fine, you're going to regret that.”

He joined the other in punching him, Ali desperately trying to push them back with kicks as his legs were the only part of him free. “Shit…how am I going to get out of this?!”

“What the fuck you doin’ in here!” came a deep voice that, thankfully, answered his question. The first guy was pulled roughly away, allowing Ali to see through his non-swollen eye that the Bouncer from the door had arrived.

With his imposing size and physical strength, he rapidly managed to pull Ali free from the grip of the guy that had been holding him. “Startin’ fights are ya? Get out!” He growled to the other three.

The guy Ali had managed to hit immediately protested. “Hey, he started it! Look at my eye!” The bouncer scowled. “Don't take me for a fool, Damian. Three on one? I'm sure he didn't start it. I know what you've been like. Had several complaints from others. You're barred, and so are your little possie.”

Damian looked ready to argue, but realised trying to start a fight with the Bouncer would not end well. “Fine. Place is a shit hole anyways.” The guy turned and kicked the door open, leaving at a rapid pace. The other two glanced at each other, before following with their heads down.

The Bouncer huffed before turning to Ali. “You good?” Ali sniffed, then spat a wad of blood into the sink and washed it away with the tap. “Been better…at least he didn't break my nose. Thanks for the save.”

“Just doin’ my job. Besides, it's the other fellah outside you should thank. Wouldn't a known you were in here otherwise.” The Bouncer headed towards the exit. “You better get yerself home, get some ice on that eye. It'll swell worse if you don't. Imma make sure those punks actually left.”

Ali looked into the mirror to see that his eye was already fairly swollen. The split lip was not helping make him look any less of a mess. “Yeah, home sounds good now…”

He headed out the toilet, wincing at the loud music now that he had a headache too. As he turned to head towards his seat, he tensed as he saw another bloke leaning against the wall to the side of the door…the other guy from the dance floor!

The guy immediately raised his hands, a sheepish look on his face. “Easy…I mean no harm.” Ali relaxed a little, but kept his guard up. “What do you want? Your buddy has already made his point clear, and been kicked out for his troubles.”

The guy winced. “Yeah…Damian went too far. Why do you think I went and got the Bouncer?” Ali's eyebrows raised. “That was you?” The guy nodded. “Yep. He may be my friend, but alcohol is not his. He needed to be stopped. He'll thank me when we're sober, I think”

Ali relaxed a little further. “Thanks” The guy shrugged, awkwardly. Clearly, neither quite knew what to say. It was at this moment that the voice of Alana cut across the dance floor. “Ali? What took you so long?” As he looked to see the girls heading his way, the bloke beside him chuckled.

“Here comes your girls. Lucky bugger. Enjoy their tender mercies mate, assuming you survive the interrogation” Before he could reply, the three had reached him. Now that they were closer, they could see his injuries despite the poor lighting in the club.

“Jesus Ali! What happened?” Ellie exclaimed, stepping forward and running a hand across his black eye. He winced at the touch, and she drew her hand back with a wince of her own.

“Had a nasty run in with those….that one jerk from the dance floor. Would've been worse if it hadn't been for the Bouncer and…” here, he turned towards the other guy, only to find that they had slunk off into the crowd when he'd been distracted. “...someone else's help. Still, it's fine now, they've been booted out.”

Mila shook her head “Assholes. Guess we should head back home, get that seen to, huh?” Ali initially went to shake his head, not wanting to end their evening early due to him. But the throb from doing so made him grab his temple.

“Perhaps that would be best…you girls can stay, if you want.” Ellie crossed her arms under her bust with an unimpressed look. “After what just happened to you! No way mister. We're all going home together.”

Ali couldn't argue with that. A short walk outside, a nod to the Bouncer as they left (Alana also blew him a kiss, making him chuckle) and soon the group were in an Uber and on their way back home.

As they travelled, they managed to coax the whole story from him, all while Alana had retrieved some antiseptic wipes from her purse to allow Ellie to carefully wipe her worst of the blood away from his lip.

“...and then, he disappeared before I could introduce you guys to him. I think he didn't want you guys to lay into him for what his friend had done.” Ali finished, wincing slightly at the sting of the wipe on his cut.

Alana scowled. “Too right too…he still tried to get a dance too forcefully…though, I suppose I can forgive that for getting you help.” The others seemed to agree with this sentiment.

“When we get in, we'll put this on ice and make sure you're not too injured elsewhere.” Ellie said, a determined look as she folded her wiped and placed it in her purse.

Soon, they were exiting the Uber, paying him and heading up the stairs to their home. “You go and sit on the sofa, Ali. No buts!” Ellie said, pushing him towards the living space.

As he sat, Alana headed over to the kitchen. “No ice packs I'm afraid. Frozen peas will have to do” Ali shrugged, not really caring either way. When the pack of peas were brought and he was able to place it to his swollen eye, he sighed in slight relief.

“Did they hit you anywhere else?” Ellie asks in concern. Ali shrugs. “Stomach and ribs. Nowhere below the belt, thankfully.” Ellie nodded, then reached forwards towards his shirt.

“Wait ..what are you doing?” Ali exclaimed, surprised by her actions. “We have to check you're not too hurt, Ali. If you are, I'm taking you to the hospital, no arguments” Ellie replied with a frown. 

Ali looked to the other two, but caught the two giving each other a significant look. Alana seemed to sigh and raise her hands, before Mila nodded. “Ok, I think you got this, Ellie. Think you can look after the big lug?”

Ellie nodded, not looking in their direction as she was still focused on Ali. The other two left towards their bedrooms. As they passed by the sofa, Alana winked at him, before mouthing “have fun~”. Ali shook his head with a chuckle, before he became distracted by Ellie raising his shirt more insistently.

He sighed, and allowed his shirt to be pulled over his head. As it did, he heard Ellie gasp lightly. “What? I'm not that injured, am I?” Ali asks, as he throws his shirt onto the back of the sofa.

Ellie looked up from his chest, before frowning lightly. “No, no. You've got bruises, but…that's not why I…I mean…you keep in shape.” she said with a shy smile.

She tentatively reached forwards, beginning to trace his abs. Ali looked down at her with a soft smile. “I mean, I try to keep fit…go to the gym occasionally. I really do need to set up a new membership nearby”

Ali then winced as her hands traced his ribs, ana area starting to come up in a nasty bruise from where he had been hit earlier that night. Ellie lightened her touch, tracing the edge of the injury.

“This looks sore…we'll have to keep an eye on that” Ali nodded, shivering at the touch. Painful it may have been, but having an attractive girl's hands on his chest was still a pleasant experience. 

This had the unfortunate side effects of causing him to stir in his slacks…right in front of the crouching Ellie. He held his breath, hoping she would be too focused on his bruised chest to notice…but the glance down she made at the movement dashed this hope.

Ellie looked back up to his eyes, a teasing smile on her face. “My, Ali. It's good to see you're not too injured down there” Ali chuckled, a light blush on his face. “Yep, all working fine…they didn't hit me below the belt, thankfully” 

Ellie, still looking up at him, slowly lowered the hands that were by his bruised chest, bringing them towards his belt. “I said I'd look after you, right? I need to be thorough…”

Ali looked down, swallowing as his throat became a little dry. He was very aware of how attractive Ellie was, wearing her tight club wear that hugged her curves while her hair was a little damp from the sweat due to dancing in a hot club all evening. Her face had become as flush as his own, and her breathing was becoming slightly heavier.

As Ellie's hands reached his belt, the now noticeable bulge in his trousers twitched. “If you feel you have to Ellie…I won't stop you.” Ali replied, trying to seem calm despite his increasing heart rate.

Having his permission, Ellie finally looked down, in order to focus on her task. With a few deft movements, she had his belt undone and removed, throwing it towards the corner of the room. She then brought her hands back to his waist, rubbing his exposed stomach and abs.

“So many guys would be jealous of your body, Ali. You should show it off more” Ali raised a brow, “That might piss off some of my fellow nerds. Being in shape is a rare thing for computer tech students” 

Ellie giggled. “Heaven forbid you upset your friends in class. Just what would they say if they knew you shared a flat with three girls?” Ali winced. “Yeah…that might not go down well. They'd be jealous for sure”.

He was shook from his thoughts as he felt Ellie's hands reach his lap once more. This time, she started to unzip his slacks, before pulling them down his legs.

This revealed the extent of his arousal, his boxers straining to contain his excitement. “My…you are full of surprises, Ali. Awww, do you want to be free?” Ellie teased, her hand gently rubbing his contained length as she spoke to his lap.

His length bobbed in agreement, the feeling of her hands making him even harder. “Can you blame me? You girls have been driving me mad all evening with your outfits. Not to mention the dancing…” Ali growled out.

Ellie googled, before reaching up towards his hem. “Poor boy, do I need to help you relieve the pressure?” At his firm nod, she whipped his boxers down his legs, freeing his length. It bounced slightly, before returning to an upright, rock hard state.

“Oh wow…you're so big!” Ellie exclaimed, letting go of his pants and reaching up to gently grab his member in her hands. He moaned at the touch, her soft hands feeling almost cool against his throbbing member.

“Holy shit…I can only just get my hand around you…you're so thick!” Her petite hands struggled to fully enclose around him, with both hands needed to fully cover his length.

Ali gritted his teeth. “Yeah, I know I'm a bit bigger than average…will that be a problem?” Ellie blinked, then looked up at him with a sly look. “Not at all. In fact, I'm a bit of a size queen~” Ali, of course, knew this already from watching her cam shows. But, he didn't want her to know that…

“Oh really?” He groaned as she massaged his length irh her hands. “Yep. Now, stay still, Ali. I have to make sure you're not injured”. She then brought her mouth close to his swollen head, giving it gentle kisses and licks. The feeling was heaven, and he bucked slightly despite the pain from his bruised side.

Ellie, encouraged by his response, opened her mouth wide and started to suck. She swirled her tongue around his tip, and started to bob on the first third of his length enthusiastically.

As she reached the back of her throat, she paused as she lightly gagged from the motion. She then drew back, still massaging him with her hands. “Sorry! I'm still practicing getting rid of my gag reflex…” She then dive right back in.

Though she did not take him any deeper, it was still immensely pleasurable. She was sucking and licking everywhere she could, while her hands kept any remaining length busy, spreading her copious amounts of saliva along his length. Several strings of drool were now dropping off his length, pooling between her legs and onto the front of her tight dress, even between her cleavage.

“Careful, you'll ruin your outfit Ellie. That would be a shame…” Ali murdered through his haze of pleasure. Looking down and seeing what he meant, she looked back up and popped off his cock. “Aww, are you worried about my dress? Or do you just want to see me take it off?”

Ali just shrugged. “Both?” Ellie smirked, before gracefully standing up once more. “Well, we better solve that, shouldn't we…” She then began to gyrate and dance. It wasn't anything professional, yet Ali couldn't tear his eyes off her form.

First, she slipped her arms out of the top of the dress, leaving it held up purely by the fact that it was so tight. Slowly, she shimmied it lower, freeing her breasts with a bounce. No less gorgeous than when he'd seen them before, Ali was mesmerised by their firm roundness as they hung high on her chest 

When Ellie got the dress down until it was little more than a mini-skirt, she hesitated. “You know I said I was a bit of a size queen, Ali?” she murdered, with a slightly vulnerable look. Ali nodded, looking back up to her eyes. He got the feeling she was gearing herself up for something.

Ellie took a calming breath. “Well…I am, just not in my mouth…or my pussy. I have a different hole I enjoy more…” Here, she pulled her dress down over her hips, letting it pool at her feet and leaving her entirely naked. She hadn't been wearing any underwear to the club either, it seemed! And that's not the only thing she had in common with Alana..

“As you can see…Alana wasn't the only girl to wear a toy out to the club~” Ellie said with a flushed grin. She turned, showing him her gorgeous, round ass. And settled between her cheeks, was the jeweled base to a buttplug nestled inside her!

“It doesn't bother you, I hope? That your roommate is an anal fiend?” She whispered, looking over her shoulder at him while biting her bottom lip in enjoyment. Ali, of course, already knew that Ellie liked big anal…but seeing it in person rather than from the other side of a screen felt very different. Still, he managed to shake his head. “No…not at all Ellie. If that's what you like…then power to you, right?”

This seemed to be the right answer, as her pupils dilated slightly in lust. “Yes…it is, and I do. Want to see just how much I do?” she said, wiggling her ass in his direction and leaning over slightly.

Ali looked at her eyes once more, and when she nodded and pushed her ass out further, he brought his hand up and gently grasped the base of the plug. “Yes! It's been in there all night…rubbing as I danced. It's driven me crazy! Alana, that minx, had no idea the effect giving me the control to her toy had on me…making me wish this stupid lump of latex also vibrated like hers did…”

Ali swallowed, the thought of such a toy making his cock throb once more. He slowly tugged on the base, making it shift inside her. “Ohhh fuck! That's it, Ali. Take it out so you can replace it with something bigger!” Ellie moaned, now holding her knees with her hands and giving him unrestricted access.

He pulled the plug harder, her ass seemingly determined to keep hold of its prize. Despite her regularly taking enormous toys, it seemed her ass hadn't lost any of its tightness. Still, eventually her asshole gave up, the large buttplug slipping out and into his hand.

Ellie gasped and shuddered, her asshole flexing slightly as it began to close. “Ooh, so good. I love that freshly stretched feeling. Will you help me, Ali?” she asked, twerking her hips a little in indication. 

He was more than happy to. Tossing the plug to the nearby coffee table, he reached forwards and grasped her waist. Ellie giggled as he pulled her back towards him, before she gasped and moaned as his erection pressed against her ass.

“Yes! You have to show me you're not hurt, right Ali? Don't you need to release your pent up pressure to be fully healed?” He just grunted in agreement. “Very well…let me help you, like a good friend should!” Ellie then promptly sat down, taking Ali by surprise.

His cock sank to the base, filling her ass in one move! The pair groaned, Ellie from being filled and Ali from feeling every inch of his cock get gripped by her velvety muscles.

“Oooh, that feels sooo good! I love anal I fucking love it.” Ellie, lost in the feelings, humped and gyrated her hips, seemingly trying to work him even deeper even though their hips already met.

Ali reached forwards, holding her hips with one hand while he brought the other up to cup one of her supple breasts. “You're gorgeous, you know that Ellie…I was as blown away when I first saw you arrive at the flat.”

He enjoyed the blush that crept up her neck at his compliment. “I knew you did…you could stop watching my ass as we went up the stairs” she chuckled, leaning back to look him in the eyes.

“Can you blame me? Those jeans are killer on you.” “And now? When I'm wearing nothing at all? How's my ass now you have your fat cock deep inside it?” she clenched, gripping his cock with her impressive control. Ali hissed in pleasure.

“It's gorgeous….best ass in the whole damn world!” He then spanked the side of her thigh lightly, shocking Ellie and making her ass grip him again. “Ohh! Naughty boy…like my ass then? Better hold on…”

Ellie then raised her legs so her feet were resting on his knees. Their size difference, while only a couple of feet, was very noticeable as he was easily able to support her whole weight above him. She then began to lift herself up…before thrusting his length in and out of her ass!

“Do you like that, Ali? Your whole cock in my tight ass!” Ellie panted as he bounced herself up and down. Not wanting to seem like a passive liver, Ali soon began meeting her thrusts, the sound of their hips colliding in meaty slaps echoing through the room.

“Yes! Fuck yes, fuck me harder. Scratch that itch, I want you deep!” Ellie moaned, loving the rough pounding the pair had begun. Ali leaned her head back slightly, kissing the nape of her neck and making her moan and lean against him.

For almost fifteen minutes the pair grunted, moved and fucked against each other. The entire time, he continued to massage her breasts, tweak her nipples and kiss her neck and lips. His free hand was also now rubbing lazy circles around her other entrance, occasionally dipping a finger inside.

At one point, Ellie tensed, moaned into his kiss and clenched, some extra fluid dripping from her already soaked slit. Clearly she had come, but after a moment she simply continued her gruelling pace, clearly wishing to chase another.

Eventually, Ali felt himself reaching the edge of his own orgasm. “I'm close, Ellie…” he murmured into her ear. “Inside! I can't wait to feel you cum in my ass!” Ellie almost screamed, increasing her pace to further encourage him.

Ali wasn't going to argue. With several more brutal thrusts, he grasped Ellie's hips and brought her right down I to his lap once more, forcing himself to the deepest he'd been so far. He then erupted within her, several large blasts filling her ass with his thick cream.

Ellie's legs slipped off his knees at the last thrust, and as she felt him fill her she yelled up to the ceiling. “Ohhh fuck yes! Fill me up Ali. Get a deep as you fucking can!” Her eyes were becoming unfocused, and her insides tightened in another wave as she came again from the feeling of him cumming inside her.

When he finally finished and began to soften, he slumped back onto the sofa. He idly noticed the ache from his bruises, but the satisfaction he felt far outweighed it. Noticing that Ellie was still limp in his lap, he gently moved her hair aside to check on her.

“You good?” He asked, seeing her breathing start to steady. She opened her eyes and looked up at him dreamily. “Oh yeah…just recovering. There's something different about a real cock…even better than my toys” she mumbled, clearly still a little out of it.

Ali chuckled, bundling Ellie up into his lap. She curled into him, happy to snuggle into his arms. Throughout this, he remained buried in her ass, but as she wasn't complaining he didn't make a move to remove it.

“Thank you” Ellie said quietly as he tucked her head beneath his chin. “What for? I'm pretty sure you gave me just as good as you got” he grinned. She looked up at him with a serious expression. “Not just for this. For the club. For looking after us on the dance floor.” Then she looked down again, seemingly embarrassed. “For not judging my…preferences.”

Ali felt there may be history there. He gently tilted her head back up, so they were looking into each other's eyes once more. “What you like is up to you, Ellie. If you like anal…then you do what you want. I, for one, am not complaining.” here, Ellie's eyes misted over slightly. Before he could see her cry, she closed her eyes and kissed him deeply once more.

As she seperated, she settled back into his hug. “Thanks. You're the best, Ali…” He chuckled, then looked around them at their various clothes strewn around the living room. 

“Er..I think we'd better tidy up, or explaining this to the others may be difficult.” When he didn't get a reply, he looked down to see that Ellie had dozed off in his arms, her light snores the only sound she was making.

He sighed, then carefully repositioned them both on the sofa so that he could lie down with her on top of him.

“Perhaps just a short rest. I don't have the heart to wake her up immediately…” As Ali closed his eyes with the intention of just having a brief nap, he should have realised that his tired body would demand a little longer to recover.