by Jayce, Aven
“So what do you think they’ll do after dinner?” Cove whispers, smiling.
“The same thing as us,” I respond.
He turns quickly toward me, not sure if he really heard what I just said. “What?”
“We’ve spent the day together, just like I wanted. We’ve been good. I think we both deserve a sweet, hot, sticky, dessert. Don’t you?”
“Oh,” he grins. “Do you like vanilla?”
“How about you try that chocolate roll again?” I smile, remembering my quick introduction to anal pleasure yesterday. He laughs at my request.
“You’re so dirty,” he says, shaking his head. “I love it.”
I clutch his knee with my hand. He puts his fork down and looks at me, his eyes heavy with passion. “The first thing I’m going to do when we get back to the room is lick the pre-cum off your tip.”
“Oh, God,” he exhales.
“I know that you’re hard for me, Babe. I can see the tension on your face. Don’t you wish I could reach under the table and unzip you?”
He nods, wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Can’t you imagine me sliding my fingers in your jeans, grabbing hold of that stiff erection?”
He closes his eyes for a moment and exhales.
“My tongue can’t wait to lick your shaft, up to your sensitive tip,” I whisper.
“Sophia…”
“Shh,” I hush him, running my hand up his leg. “Picture me below you, my eyes looking into yours, as I have your giant cock in my mouth.”
“Baby,” he pants.
“I’ll let you shoot that warm cum into my mouth and allow each burst to slide down the back of my throat.”
“Can I get the two of you anything else this evening? Another bottle of wine, or perhaps some dessert?”
I smile at our waitress as Cove keeps his eyes on me, without any acknowledgment of her presence.
“No, thank you,” I respond. “Just the check.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cove locks the door to the hotel room in a rush as I pull my dress over my head. He charges to my side, grabs my waist, and pulls me firmly into him. He devours my mouth with a deep kiss and doesn’t hesitate to slide two fingers inside of me. I unbutton his shirt as he kicks off his shoes.
“Oh fuck. I think I might burst any second,” he growls, hurriedly escaping his jeans and boxers. He presses his body against mine and I feel his hard shaft pulsate, moments away from an explosion. I push him onto the bed and he watches me slide my tongue up and down his cock. He takes my hair and wraps it behind my head.
“That’s it, Baby,” he tenses and throws his head back. “Oh, God.”
I flick my tongue around his crown and then take him entirely into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he cries out. “You’re so sweet. That mouth of yours is warm and wet, just like your pussy.”
I suck fast and hard. He groans and is pushed over the edge the moment I grab his balls.
“Sophia, I’ll come if you do that,” he huffs. “I’ll come all over you. Release me… don’t touch…”
I keep him inside my mouth, bobbing up and down, then suck and twirl my tongue as fast as I can. I pull on his nipple and then open wide for his cock to reach deep to the back of my throat.
“Oh, it’s coming Baby, you don’t… Jesus,” he cries. “Fuck,” he pants and erupts in my mouth. I take it all in, trying to keep up with the large amount he releases. I swallow and he moans.
“Oh,” he gasps. “Sophia. I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What Babe? Make you come in thirty seconds?”
“No,” he pants. “Well, yes. But you swallowed. You didn’t pull your mouth away and jerk me off.”
“Why would I?”
He sits up and takes my head in his hands. “I love you,” he says. “I love how different you are. I love that you’re real. I love that we can be together and be ourselves.”
I straddle him, parting his lips with my tongue. His hand travels down my legs and comes to rest on my knees.
“And I love it that you still have on these riding boots,” he says, looking down with a grin. He lies back, places his hands above his head and stares at the ceiling. “You’re perfect.”
“Should we get ready to go?”
“What?” he asks, quickly upright. “What about you? I want to pleasure you before we go.”
“I want you to pleasure me when we get back, not now. You’re on my mind, but so is Mera. I haven’t thought about her all day and I feel bad about it.”
“I think that’s because of her text.”
“Yeah, she sounded happy.”
“She probably is, for now. Most of Paul’s girls are for a few months, then they try to leave the house or want to go home and things get ugly. He’s such a control freak, and so is Dayne. The two of them in that house together are a disaster waiting to happen. I’m surprised they haven’t killed each other yet.”
“Really? I thought they were close friends.”
“They are, maybe too close. There’s a lot of competition between the two of them. You should see them when they’re drunk. It always ends in a fight.”
“A fist fight?”
“Sometimes, but mostly just verbal attacks. Then Dayne becomes all apologetic before he passes out. I see it happen every time I’m there.”
“Well, I think we should go. I don’t mean to sound crass, but I need to think about my friend, and not just you.”
“I don’t find that to be insensitive in any way, just the opposite, Soph. You’re a thoughtful person. If you want to go, then let’s get dressed and be on our way.”
I smile, giving him a long kiss, twisting his nipple as I release my lips. He clutches his chest and laughs, slapping my ass as I head for the bathroom to freshen up. I need to look my best if I’m going to be surrounded by plastic surgery constructed porn stars.
***
“You’re gorgeous, Sophia,” Cove says as we travel down the elevator to the basement level of the Fox Palace. “Don’t be nervous. Stay next to me and remember, no names. The Expo Hall is giant and we’ll have to walk past a lot of shit before we can get to the back area where your father usually sits. He has a stage from where he observes the floor.”
I nod, start to sweat and feel slightly panicky. I decided to go with a sophisticated look for the evening. I have on a light-grey scoop neck sweater dress with a white tank underneath. The dress is short and exposes my long legs. Cove suggested my two-inch heels and I agreed, adding a gold ankle bracelet, gold hoop earrings, and a long bronze, silver, and gold looped necklace to accessorize. I left my hair to fall naturally, the ends curl and rest over my breasts. My makeup for the evening is heavy, with dark eyeliner and a wild plum lipstick. I feel as if I’m headed to an elegant dinner party but know that’s far from the truth.
Cove looks uncomfortable and it’s not because of his expensive dark grey sport jacket and black tie. He’s just as nervous as I am, and I feel the sweat on his palm as he takes my hand. He holds his fedora against his heart, staring straight ahead. I squeeze his hand and he snaps out of his daydream, looking my way with a smile. I hear music as the elevator reaches our floor.
“I know that song,” I say.
“Well you’ll have it memorized by the time we leave. Paul plays it at every expo, sometimes he has it on repeat for hours.”
“It’s Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, isn’t it?”
Cove nods as the elevator door opens. He walks me down a short hallway to a set of double doors where people walk in and out. The music is louder and it puts a bit of a swing in my hips.
“I remember my father used to play this song all the time when I was a toddler. That’s how I know it.”
“It’s called Good Vibrations. Totally old school and annoys the hell out of me. It’s about to start again, just wait.”
I listen for a moment and sure enough the song is set to repeat. Cove flips his hat onto his head and touches my back, leading
me to the door.
“Doron and Dayne kind of look like Mark Wahlberg.”
“Holy shit, they do,” I exclaim, as I think back to the one time I met Doron in Vegas. He reminded me of a professional football player when I saw him, with his massive chest, arms, and legs. My father’s a big man, but he looked tiny next to Doron. “God, from what I recall, he was a stud.”
“Thanks, Soph. Now get him out of your head. You ready for this?” he asks and takes my hand.
“Bring it,” I say, walking with my shoulders back and my chest forward to the entrance of the XXX Expo.
Cove opens the door and I step in, my eyes wide as my brain tries to process what’s before me.
“Jesus.”
I hold onto Cove’s arm as he pays our entry fee and we walk into an enormous red carpeted, gold painted, heavily ornate room. The gold chandeliers are the largest I’ve ever seen and they’re spaced at regular intervals across the ceiling. The lights sparkle and reflect off the gold walls and the ceiling’s painted with cupids and plump nudes. I feel as though I’ve entered the St. Nicholas cathedral in Prague.
“Jesus.”
“You just said that.”
“What the fuck. Look at this place,” I say taking in the room for a good five minutes, finally allowing my eyes to flow down to floor level to view the real decorations in the room. The ones that walk around with their shirts off, sport nipple pasties as a top, and thongs for pants. The women. Big-breasted women. Giant, humongous, tits. “Whoa. We’re surrounded by an army of triple D’s.”
“I’d say some of those are bigger than that. Maybe J’s?”
“Holy shit,” I squawk. “Cove,” I say, tugging on his arm like a child. He sees the woman I’m gaping at, and nods his head.
“Yup,” he says. “She’s a big one.”
“She has to rest them on a counter. Look at how big those things are. How does she stand?”
“I’ve seen her before and she always has someone with her to help carry them around.”
“No way. Is this for real?”
He laughs and rubs the back of my neck. “No. It’s not. Consider it a freak show, that’s how I’ve always been able to get through it in the past. It’s a circus and if you’re not drop dead gorgeous, you have to be an oddity to survive and make money.”
“So you were one of the gorgeous ones?”
“I was one of the lucky ones. I never had to do drastic things to my body. But I also worked for your father whose employees had a list of do’s and don’ts. No implants over a certain size. A lot of the people in here are randoms from the industry. He’ll bring in extras to fill the space and make some money. You’ll be able to tell who’s who after a while. It’s just like any other trade fair, except the product is a body, not a boat. They’re high-end products and products for mass consumption.”
“And the bizarre.”
“Yes, and the bizarre. Think of it in terms of cheese. You’ve got a small basket of Caciocavallo Podolico, a table of Brie, and the rest of the room is full of cheddar.”
“Okay,” I reply, giving him a crazy look. “Whatever you say.”
“Um,” he pauses, and tries to come up with a better example.
“No, it’s okay, I get it,” I say, still staring at the massive titty woman. “Cove, seriously, how can she even breathe?”
“It’s just for money, Soph. She’ll probably have the implants removed once the thrill is gone and her followers have moved on. Then she’ll have to find something else to enlarge.”
“Oh, maybe it will be her ass.”
He laughs and pulls me forward, away from the spectacle and on to another.
“Are those what I think they are?”
Cove looks and shakes his head in disgust. “Unfortunately, yes.”
I release his arm and walk over to a display, a desire to touch and play with each one. He follows close behind, not letting me out of his sight.
“My God, it’s a wall of fake vaginas.”
“You can try em’ out if you want,” he smirks.
I place my finger inside of one and Cove quickly grabs my hand. “Soph, that was a joke. You don’t know where those things have been.”
“What? They’re up too high for anyone to stick their dick’s inside.”
“That’s what you think, just don’t touch them. I’ve seen people test these things out. Make sure you wash your finger the first chance you get, and don’t touch your mouth anytime soon.”
“Oh, yuck. Are you serious?”
His face is grave and I look down at my finger, checking to see if anything’s on it. He cracks a small smile and then begins to laugh. I slap his chest, smiling at the absurdity that for a brief moment I thought my finger was about to fall off.
“You fucker.”
“Keep in mind that your father probably has eyes on us right now. I’m sure he’s none-too-thrilled his little girl poked her finger inside one of these.”
“Well good thing no one else here knows who I am, I wouldn’t want to embarrass him,” I sneer, prodding my index finger back inside.
“So what does it feel like?”
“Lubricated latex.”
“Probably cold too, right?”
“Yeah, but look, they have different ones.” There’s a name above each vagina for who it’s modeled after, and a drawing beside them that shows the inner space. Some are ribbed and others are smooth. There are wide, deep interiors, and short, tight models.
“You can buy some that are heated, or you can buy warming lube, but it’s not like the real thing,” he says.
“Yeah, kind of like my dildo,” I say, removing my finger from the display.
“Oh, really?” he inquires.
“Hey, doesn’t everyone have a rubber rod?”
“Well, I don’t. No.”
“Women, Cove. Women have dildos.”
“News to me.”
“Oh come on. I bet your mother has one.”
“Sophia. Not cool. I don’t want my mother to have one, so don’t place that picture in my head,” he responds, a bit aggravated.
“Okay, well women have them.”
“What do you do with it?”
“Excuse me?” I say in a long drawn out voice. “What do you think I do with it?”
“Well, you probably won’t need it anymore, right?”
“Feeling insecure?”
“Yeah,” he smiles. “How big is it?”
I turn away and continue down the aisle, leaving him to wonder. I can’t believe the number of women who sign autographs and allow close-up photos of their breasts. One woman has her legs spread open on a table, and a group of men photograph her crotch. She wears a thong, but still, it’s rather small and doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Holy fuck.”
Cove covers my eyes and pulls me past a woman going down on a guy who has the body of a heavyweight champion. He’s massive and the woman looks like a tiny mouse next to him, able to be squashed at any moment.
“Let’s get to Paul. I think you’ve seen enough.”
“Is that even legal? Can they do that in public?”
“I’m not sure if you would consider this to be public, and I also don’t think anyone in here really cares.”
If I didn’t already look like a tourist in the Bellagio with my mouth wide open, I sure do now. I scan all the posters that hang above the booths, flip though the magazines, touch the life-size cutouts, photograph the silicone dildos, and watch a few short video clips of new online sites. A male with a strap-on circles me, and Cove quickly steps in, sending him on his away. The guy smiles and shakes his ass as he trots off. I stop at another booth with life-size male and female forms. I touch the breast on the female body and I’m surprised at how real it feels. The two forms have perfect lower extremities, depending on what one considers perfect, and as I look down at the male erection, a hand touches mine. I turn to see a large man standing next to me. He has pearly white teeth and a formal hair
cut that’s trimmed short around the back and sides. The dark hair is slightly longer on top and swept back. His olive skin tone is similar to Cove’s, and I recognize him immediately as one of the Rosens. He’s dressed in a dark grey pinstripe suit, with a black dress shirt open at the neck. Cove takes his hand and pries it off mine, then pushes it away.
“Well, well. Little Sophia Jameson.”
“Don’t call her by her name in here, Doron.”
“Well then, don’t call me by mine either, you prick. Does Paul know you’re here?”
“That’s none of your business,” Cove sneers.
“Oh, little Star,” he says, shaking his head. “You know it is. Why don’t the two of you walk with me? I’ll take you where you need to go.”
“Thanks, but we can get there on our own. We don’t need an escort,” Cove refutes, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“I didn’t give you a choice.”
Cove whispers in my ear, “Stay close to me. Don’t talk to anyone. Let me speak to your father and then we’ll get out of this place.”
I nod, not sure if I can be silent around my dad, but decide to relinquish control to Cove. It does seem as though he knows him better than I do. Plus, I just want to see Mera. The two of them can say whatever they need to say to one another, and I’ll keep my eye out for her.
We follow Doron down two more aisles of merchandise and nudes then stop at a booth where Doron whispers in a woman’s ear. She looks at Cove and smiles. I tighten my grip around his hand and he squeezes me back, not fazed by the naked woman who stands before us.
“Hi Star, long time no cum.”
Cove nods, placing his arm over my shoulder.
“Is this one of Paul’s newbies?” she asks.
“No, Aundrea, she’s a friend of mine. Her name’s Sara.”
I place my hand out, trying my best not to reach out toward her giant breasts. I don’t want to seem like I’m about to feel her up. “Andrea, it’s nice to meet you,” I say.
“Aundrea,” she replies. She takes my hand and places it against one of her breasts. “I know you want to touch them schoolgirl, go ahead, they’re real.”
