by Dani Lovell
Oh my God, what am I doing even taking all of this feculence in?
“No way, Sebastian, this is not…’ I kick my legs from beneath me and turn angrily on the bed before his hand grabs my arm, forcefully, and he lurches over the bed to hold me.
“No, Lex – please. Just bear with me a couple minutes, you’ll see why I’m showing you, you’ll understand in a minute, I promise.” He presses pause on the control.
I turn to look at him, incredulously. “How on earth am I going to understand why you brought me into your bedroom to make me watch porn with you? And why the hell have you paused it? Like we’re going to miss an important part or something?”
“It’s… you’ll see. Lex, come back – sit with me, tuck back into my side and see.”
“See what?” I cry. “What exactly is there to see, apart from a room full of women degrading themselves to… this!”
“No, no, I know you’re not into the same things as these girls, they are porn stars, Lexie – but that’s what most of them chose to do, a lot of them enjoy how they earn a living, I’m sure. I’m not asking you to approve of their lifestyle or suddenly wish to become a porn star.”
“Pff!” I spit, interrupting.
“I’m simply asking you to watch something with me. You’re not fazed by something as harmless as a little private porn collection, are you?”
I pause for a moment, thinking about that. Alexia Berkeley isn’t really supposed to get fazed by anything, is she? Do I admit that - yes! I fucking am fazed! Or do I do the Alexia ‘thing’ and play it cool? I’m so used to doing the latter, but the former is my most natural reaction right now. I can control that, though, right?
Can I make myself sit here and endure however much of this filth I can until I realise why he’s showing me it? Whatever that reason may be? Or shall I give in to my inexperience and leave? Maybe it’s time for me to deal with a little bit of something scandalous, so that at least I can say that I have seen porn, and I can back up my opinions of it. I hardly have much to go by at the moment.
“I’ll give you five minutes.”
He smiles. “Good. Just give me a chance.”
My eyebrow is still raised, sceptically, but I shuffle back onto the bed and into his side, which, even given the circumstances, is still very appealing to me. I take a large gulp of my wine, finishing the glass, in preparation for what I’m about to go through, and exhale loudly.
He doesn’t say anything to prepare me before he hits play again, and I’m immediately smacked in the face with poorly acted trash. Sighing, I wonder how I’m going to get through the dirty parts if I can’t even handle the run up to it. Maybe the acting and décor will become null and void once dicks start to get licked. Oh good God, give me strength. Do I really like this man enough to go through this?
‘Someone got a problem with a hard-drive?’ The computer repair guy is dressed ridiculously unrealistically in tight shorts and a terrible white tank top, exposing pretty much all of his flesh. The bulge in his shorts has got to be socks.
The girls in the office are chewing the end of a pencil or wafting air into their shirts, exposing themselves to the ‘apparently uncomfortable computer guy’. The air conditioning is obviously broken, too, because they’re all inexplicably sweaty – no doubt there’ll be another underdressed repair guy coming in to fix that in a minute.
‘Someone report a broken air conditioning unit?’ “Ha!” I cry out at the unbelievable predictability and giggle to myself, forgetting Sebastian is sitting right there next to me.
I hear him chuckle with me, reminding me of his presence, and I look at him. He’s looking at me. “It’s bad, right?” he laughs.
“Awful!” I respond, but strangely, I have to look back at the screen, it’s like I don’t want to miss another bit of atrocity. Only a little bit more, then I’ll get disgusted again and give up.
So now, the computer guy is sitting on the floor underneath an extremely spacious desk with a screwdriver, his ‘socks’ bulging through his tight shorts, and he’s sweating profusely. The air conditioning guy is standing on a ladder with one bent leg resting obscurely on a bookshelf, reaching up to the broken unit with a wrench. He, too, is sweating like a gorilla’s sack.
Just imagining all of this sweat coming together is making me nauseous. Don’t get me wrong, when Sebastian has the sex-sweats on me, I’m totally into it – but watching all of these strangers drip is really quite revolting. And to think one of these poor girls is going to have to face-dive into one of these guys’ sweaty pubes. Ew.
Uh oh – a brunette with a Hunza bandeau top-come-skirt has returned to her desk… the desk with the broken hard-drive underneath. She can’t possible sit down, unless…
Oh yes. She wants that bad boy under her desk, and almost the minute she sits down, both the computer guy and the audience finds out that her underwear colour choice for today is… non-existent nude.
“Dirty whore!” I shout at the T.V. before tipping my empty glass into my mouth, licking the last drop from the rim.
“Here,” Seb says, laughing, “let me get you some more.”
“Great, thanks,” I say, my eyes still fixed on the sweaty computer guy, sweating just that little bit more at the sight of Hunza brunette’s hair-free labia. “Oh… you want to pause it?” I ask, only out of politeness.
“No, I won’t be long, keep enjoying,” he says, and I can hear the smile on his face through his rich, amused tone.
I’ll get bored in a minute. Really, I will. This is just appalling muck. But it’s strangely entertaining.
When Sebastian returns with a tray, I barely register, fixated on this trashy nonsense. “So? What’s happening?” he asks, passing me a bowl of popcorn.
“Ooh, thanks!” I take the bowl, put it down on my lap and wriggle to get comfortable, popping a couple of puffy kernels in my mouth. “Well, hard-drive can’t stop looking between Hunza’s legs, but she’s giving it away. She even had an itch down there that needed to be ‘stroked’ by her whore-red talons.”
He laughs. “Don’t you ever have red nails, Lexie?”
“Of course I do, but I have a sophisticated shade of elegance.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Only when I’m comparing with porn stars.”
“Okay. What else? Is the air conditioning fixed yet?”
“Ha!” I cry, munching on more popcorn. Damned stuff is way too moreish. “No – that guy couldn’t plug a toaster in, let alone fix an air conditioning unit – and all of those sweaty little tramps know it, too. They only want his socks.”
“His socks? He’s wearing socks?” Seb asks.
“No, silly. The crotch socks. The ego-socks.”
I’m fixated on the T.V. so I can’t see his face, but he goes quiet for a moment, I think he’s smiling. “Okay, well we’ll see the socks in a minute, see if they like them any more outside of his pants.”
I laugh, but I’m still watching. It’s like it’s addictive or something… like the popcorn.
He hands me my glass of wine and I take a long sip, washing down those annoying flaky bits that always get stuck in the throat and keep you coughing all night long, before putting the glass on the side table and wriggling back into Sebastian’s side. I’m feeling far too comfortable considering I’m in a suit, curled up on his bed – watching porn. Well who’d have thought it?
I cry out with laughter, unexpectedly, when Hunza thrusts her legs apart and hoists her naked pelvis forwards towards Hard-drive. He rubs his ‘socks’ and leans forward, hastily, before getting totally involved in that pussy, licking at it with the longest tongue I think I’ve ever seen.
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, ca
n’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.
