Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (18 page)

I’m almost crying, I don’t think I would
ever
have said I’d be hysterically laughing watching porn with Sebastian Love. It’s hilarious!

The camera cuts from Hard-drive and Hunza to give us a little Air-con show. He’s still perilously balancing between the ladder and the bookshelf as a bleached-blonde slut approaches.
‘Seriously, can’t you fix it? We’re going to have to strip if you can’t get it to work; I’m so hot I’m getting all wet… see?’
Slut says, stretching her shirt open, revealing her magnificently fake, balloon-like swellings. Her nipples are the size of dinner plates.

‘Yeah, I can see…’
Air-con says, eyeing up her inflated areolas.
‘Sorry, doesn’t look like it’s gonna fix today, need too many parts I don’t got.’
Oh dear God, the grammar is like nails on a chalkboard.

As he says it, he drops his wrench and lifts his top over his head, revealing a less-perfect-than-one-might-expect-for-a-porn-star torso.

‘Oh, my… I bet you’re all hot under there, too…’
Slut says, slowly gliding her whorish fingers up his legs and inside his shorts. She reaches for his ‘socks’ and clearly, as the camera zooms in for a close up, grabs hold of them.

‘I reckon you wanna get some of them clothes off, too – cool down some?’
Ugh, speak properly you moron.

‘Yeah, but I don’t know about cooling off – I think I might wanna get hot…’

I laugh out loud again, who comes up with this stuff?

Camera now pans back over to Hunza and Hard-drive. It’s a different angle this time, shooting from the side of her chair so we can see her entire body, his head – and more specifically, his tongue – enjoying her vulva. His fingers are inside her, too, now, and she’s arching backwards, her shirt totally open, her skirt (if one can call it that) is around her waist. She lifts one leg and rests her foot on the desk, opening herself for him.

I’m ashamed and quite disgusted to admit that a part of me deep, deep inside -twitched at that part. That’s definitely not supposed to happen.

Ignoring that, I watch as Hunza wails and cries out as Hard-drive does his thing to her. He soon realises he’s at quite a disadvantage, and releases her cervix before emerging from under the desk, where he has thus far been banished to.

She pulls her shirt from her body, but leaves the skirt around her waist.

‘Get on the desk.’
He orders, and she just does it like an obedient little dog. Whore.

She’s on her hands and knees, exposing her vagina and butt-hole to the entire office, and he suddenly unzips his jeans and lets his ‘socks’ bounce right out in front of her.
Jesus, fuck – that is definitely not a pair socks.

Sebastian laughs heartily next to me, reminding me again of where I am. “Socks, huh?” he asks. “Your face is a picture!”

“Is that thing real?” I ask, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Yeah, that’s why he’s in that profession.”

“Oh my God – that’s going to hurt!” I cry. In all my life, I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like a freaking eggplant. “Sebastian, seriously – you are an incredibly well endowed gentleman with extraordinary pleasure-giving ability – but that thing? That’s not human. He must have had surgery.”

He laughs again, a sound I’m beginning to really enjoy. It’s a welcoming, comforting kind of a noise, even if I’m currently hearing it over the harmony of Hunza trying not to vomit as he pushes that rocket down her throat.

“I don’t think he has, actually, but he must have a lot of interested women after him.”

“Are you kidding me?” I cry as I watch the poor girl wretch against his light bulb of a tip. “I’d run a mile from that thing!”

“Really?”

“Oh my God, yes! Look at her! Does that look comfortable to you? Vomiting saliva onto a penis is certainly not at the top of my list of favourite sexual pastimes.”

He smiles, broadly, and I take my eyes of the screen to see it for a moment, morbid fascination taking a backseat during this disturbing throat bashing scene. Definitely not something that turns me on.

He continues to look at me, smiling, and very gently brushes my cheek with his fingers. It’s so strangely lovely amidst the smutty soundtrack in the background. “You are so funny, Lexie. I
love
that about you.”

I smile back at him. “Well, thank you. And thank you for making me watch this – it’s so incredibly awful. So hilarious.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles. “There’s more to see.”

“Good! Laughter is such a brilliant end to a stressful day.”

I focus back on the porn. Now Slut is on her knees, taking Air-con out of his shorts.
Ugh
- such a let down. The director really should have shot the asparagus dick before the eggplant. Poor guy.

Anyway, she slips it in her mouth and it’s really difficult to see how that is a turn-on for guys. She may as well be sucking on a finger. So between the two – neither blowjob is doing it for me, but I can definitely admit I’d really like to show off my own technique on a real cock right now. When someone does something badly that you know you can do super-well, it really makes you want to do it. Well – it makes me want to, anyway.

It seems the director isn’t finding asparagus appetising either, because we’re back with Hard-drive’s eggplant. He’s pulling it out of her mouth now, giving the poor girl a break, thank God, and he’s on his way around to her rear end, which is still up in the air on display to the other girls in the office, who seem only to be playing with their own nipples. Rather a waste of money on extras if you ask me.

Now we watch as he slowly pushes his enormous cock inside Hunza. I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable now, it’s less funny, and more… real. This guy is fucking this woman – right in front of me… well, in front of millions of people.

He moves forwards slowly filling her, and her moans seem so real – not hideously acted like the rest of this film. He’s rock solid and… and…
oh shit. This isn’t right.
It’s… it’s doing things to me. I want to do that… I want cock pushing inside me like that, I want it right now as I watch this.

Oh my good God, this is terrible.
I am absolutely
not
enjoying porn in the sense that one is supposed to. Laughing at it is one thing, but actually finding myself wet over it is totally another.

I swallow, hard, as he finds himself buried deep inside her and I wriggle, uncomfortably, imagining exactly how that feels. I know it feels so good, I know -and I want to feel it, now.

I tear my eyes from the screen, a little disturbed. This goes against everything I have always believed. This goes against my principals, my everything. Porn is not… cannot possibly be – enjoyable.

I look up at Seb, fully expecting him to be laughing at the screen, but he’s not. He’s watching me, and I’m embarrassed. Not to mention incredibly turned on, disgracefully.

He reaches forward, silently, as Hunza cries with pleasure in the background, and he rests his gorgeous hand on my thigh. He doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he pushes my skirt up my thighs, finding the lace tops of my hold-ups. He growls quietly as he runs his fingers over the silky nylon.

My mouth ajar, I’m fighting to know what to do. Do I succumb to this and let him claim this pleasure that has built up by watching… filth? Or do I put a stop to all of this right now? That’s the right thing to do… but do I want to? That’s a whole other story.

As his fingers explore further, I clench tightly as he brushes me over my underwear. He applies a little more pressure on the exact spot that’s aching, and I throw caution to the wind and grab his face, knocking the popcorn bowl out of my way, and not giving a rats ass about it pouring all over the bed.

I climb to my knees as I kiss him, lustfully, desperately, and he hastily pulls my skirt up around my waist, exposing my underwear and hold-ups. He’s not looking, though, he’s kissing me back with a carnal passion, and his fingers are expertly finding their way inside my panties.

I release his face but continue to kiss him, and I clumsily unbutton my blouse, ripping it from my arms impatiently.

His fingers finding my soaked void, he groans, holding my head to his face, unwilling to let our lips and tongues part.

With my shirt off, my free hands search for him, yanking his pants down and easily finding the hard and very ready reward. I need him inside me, I can’t play, I can’t be done with fingers and tongues and ‘preparation’. I want cock, now.

“Fuck me, now.” I order, pulling away from him to climb off the bed.

I slip my panties off and stand with my hands on the mattress, bent over, inviting him to take everything. (Except my butt, of course, nobody gets to take that. God I hope Hunza doesn’t have to endure an eggplant in the butt – how horrific.)

He walks around to position himself behind me, clutching my waist in his hands and taking a good, long look at what I’m offering him. He sighs loudly in clear satisfaction, holding himself, guiding his cock to my craving hollow.

He runs it from the entrance, to my clitoris, and back again, thoroughly drenching me. He’s wet, I’m wet – it’s all just so… wet.

Hunza and/or Slut scream in the background, and at this stage, I’m ready to turn them the fuck off. Now
I
have cock and I want to use it, they are irrelevant to me in this moment.
Hoorah! I’m over it!

He does exactly what I’m begging for, and eases into me, filling me slowly. I’m suddenly so appreciative of the fact that he’s neither an eggplant, nor an asparagus. He’s exactly right for me – he’s my perfect fit and he’s everything I need to fully satisfy my sudden, desperate hunger.

“Fuck, yes, Seb,” I cry, as his balls push up against the apex of my thighs, just authenticating the fact that he really is all the way inside me, stretching me perfectly.

“Lexie, my God – I love being inside you,” he moans, his voice - strained.

“Yeah, yeah!” I shout. “Move, let me feel you moving…” I beg, and immediately, he glides backwards, letting me feel each and every ridge of him move from my soft, sensitive flesh.

He pushes slowly back into me until his soft sack presses against me again, and I can’t wait for them to be banging into me when he picks up the pace. There’s something about his balls, in particular, that have me itching to hold them against me.

~~~~~~~

It’s a very quick, very intense and extremely satisfying affair. I didn’t need anything more – we weren’t being romantic, we were fucking each other, and it definitely served a purpose. It came to a crux at the same time for both of us and it couldn’t have been more powerful.

We’re currently lying on the bed, ignoring the popcorn decorating our sticky bodies, coming down, Slut making a bizarre howling noise in the movie on T.V.

“Lex…” he says, breathlessly.

“Mmm.” I respond.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Yeah.” I smile, amused. “I’m still cranky with you.”

He chuckles, quietly. “For introducing you to something you wanted to hate?”

I rise onto my elbow and face him. “I still hate it…”

“You love it.”

“No – I think poorly acted, directed and produced porno movies are slightly entertaining. That – I hadn’t expected.”

“Turned you on a bit though, didn’t it?”

“No.” I cannot admit to that.

“Yeah it did.”

“No – it really didn’t.”

“So why did we end up having crazy fast-paced sex not even half the way through the movie?”

“Just because. I’m horny – what of it?”

“Come on, admit it,” he says, rolling onto his side to face me, smiling.

I pause for a minute, trying to suppress a guilty smile. “Okay, so it wasn’t the cheap porn turning me on…” I say quickly, defending myself. “But the fact that she was getting some… kinda… made me want to get some.”

“That’s what it’s about, Lex. It’s not about the girl or guy turning you on, it’s about watching an act that you can imagine someone doing to you, that’s why it turns you on. Doesn’t mean you want to be in a nasty office fucking the air-con guy. That’s how I look at porn anyway. For me, it’s not the people in it, it’s just the act.”

“Do you watch it a lot?”

“No, not at all. I’m just not opposed to it. I have watched it with women mostly.”

“Really?” That does surprise me. “Don’t you watch it on your own when you need… material?”

He chuckles. “Naa, it’s not really my thing. I like to use my imagination if I want to release tension. That – and thoughts or memories of you.”

“Of course!” I say, laughing, not really believing him.

“Lex – take that skirt and your stockings off – let’s get comfortable.”

“I don’t have anything else to wear, Seb. It’s okay.”

“Here…” he jumps up and pulls open a drawer beneath his television, pulling out…
gah!
Ghastly sweatpants.

“Oh, really – I…”

“Oh stop – just put them on.” He says, meaning business, throwing them onto the mattress.