Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  “I’ve made love to black women, white women, Asian women, I loved them all.”

  “You only do women when they’re smoking hot, don’t you?” I asked.

  “I love smoking hot women as you call it, but I’ve had others,” he said, as he reached down and caressed my feet massaging them with his thumbs.

  “What about heavy set girls?” I asked.

  “I’ve been with a few heavy girls in my life,” then his eyes became mischievous and he proceeded to expand on his last comment.

  “One time, I was with this girl who was so heavy I’d have to describe her in Cantonese as Fei Hai. We tried to get a bit off on one another in missionary position, but her stomach was so big that it hung over her quim. She was a two-hander. Because it took both of my hands to lift her stomach up and out of the way, and as big as my cock is, I could only get the tip of it inside her. So, we had to give up on missionary position. Then we tried it doggy style, and with me being an ass-man, you know I love it from the back. But her ass was so big, that even though we were freshly out of the shower, there was a bit of a dodgy smell wafting upward. She couldn’t get rid of it. So, the only way we could do it was with her on top and that worked out okay. The only other problem, though, was that her thighs were so thick that they would spill over my thighs and I got a little chafed because of that. It was like being comforted in a giant velvet blanky. But I’ve only had a couple of the bigger molly’s,” he said as he slid his hand in circles around my feet, finding my pressure points.

  “Wow,” was all I could say, as I took in the vivid imagery of his story then shook my head to get it out of there. I decided to change the subject.

  “Dorian, do you have any regrets? About anything you’ve ever done, other than sexual activity?” I asked.

  “Becoming an actor,” he answered.

  “Why?” I asked.

  Dorian held out the bowl of strawberries and offered me one like we were simply old friends and not naked in a bath with each other.

  “People always want something from me. You’re the first person that I’ve met that didn’t want anything from me and I find that intriguing. I will never have the quiet life that you have. My private life is always out there nicked for the world to see and most of it ends up in the tabloids. I thought I could hide away up here in the mountains away from it all but even that ended up on the internet.”

  My heart sputtered in my chest. Maybe deep down Dorian was human after all.

  “Can we move on to something else?” I asked. I needed to keep my emotional distance and knowing that Dorian had just as many problems as me, if not more, made me feel uneasy about connecting with him that way but the wave was overpowering me.

  “I would love nothing more than to move on to something else,” he said, and before I could blink, Dorian had moved over to my side of the tub, wrapped his hands around my waist, and pulled me over top of him.

  I gasped when I felt his hard length beneath me pressing at my entrance. Jesus, he was huge. I thought Avery was big.

  Dorian smirked like he was about to enter me and I swallowed back my nervousness. I felt his seduction sink into the steaming water to my toes.

  I tensed, trying to fight my reaction to him. I felt my face heat up and I watched his eyes dance across my face trying to read me.

  “Breathe, Aria,” he said, raising his hand and gently caressing my cheek. My eyes fluttered for a moment then I refocused on him.

  “I have a little game I’d like to play with you. I assume you’ve been briefed on the rules of Advise and Consent. So, the game is I won’t fuck you until you beg for it. You must voluntarily consent after all, that’s what makes it fun,” he said in a low sexy voice. Shit, what the hell was happening to me?

  I didn’t like being attracted to Dorian this way. I felt like I was betraying Avery.

  “I will do as you ask, Dorian, but I will not beg,” I finally recovered my strength to speak.

  “I don’t usually go bareback, but I think I want our first time to be memorable,” he said in his stunning London accent, letting his gaze fall to my breasts. Oh my God, he was sexy when his accent thickened like that. I noticed it seemed to come out more when he was nervous. Who would have thought Dorian was just as nervous as I was.

  “I will not beg you for it,” I resounded.

  “But you do consent…stand up, Aria,” he commanded.

  I rose to my feet in front of him and I watched his eyes take in my naked flesh just inches away from his mouth.

  His eyes darkened and it took everything in me not to pull away. He lifted his head and smirked valiantly as his tongue darted out of his mouth and lightly caressed my vulva, just barely slipping inside me. “I can’t wait to see what you’re like. But first, dry off and we’ll take this to the bedroom.”

  I stepped out of the tub, trying hard to hide the trembling that was spreading over me like a pathogen. Part of me wanted him desperately, but part of me wasn’t so sure that I could go through with this, and I certainly wasn’t going to beg for it. I was here as his housegirl so there was no way around it, but I had to keep my emotions from getting the better of me.

  Dorian rose from the water in all his chiseled glory as I handed him a towel. I quickly dried off and waited for his next command.

  “What are you thinking, Aria?”

  My eyes shot to his. “You are really hot,” I confessed. God, I sounded dumb. Dorian’s grin widened and he turned his body towards me. “But I’m not going to beg you to have sex with me,” I added.

  “Go kneel in the middle of my bed facing the television,” he ordered.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied and turned to leave. I padded in my bareness toward his bed, climbed into the middle, and knelt there.

  The room was bathed in the morning sun as it bounced off Paradise Lake and twinkled through the windows. I never thought I’d be the housegirl of one of the most famous men in the world. I never thought that I’d want to. But seeing his glistened hardness walking towards me, after he finished drying off, made me doubt everything. Fuck, did I really want to do this?

  Dorian crawled up beside me like a predator and knelt behind me. Why was that so seductive to me?

  “You are so beautiful, Aria,” he purred. His warm hands traced down my arms and then to my waist. “Spread your legs wider,” he said in a low voice in my ear. I obeyed. He groaned in delight and then lowered his hands to my inner thighs and trailed slowly upward. “Relax against my chest,” he urged.

  I leaned back against him and the heat from his body fused with mine. Something about this felt really intimate.

  His hands skimmed around my pubic bone then over my pierced belly button as he made his way toward his goal. His strong hands cupped each breast and I unknowingly rocked against him.

  “That’s it, Aria,” he breathed.

  I closed my eyes and tried to keep thoughts of Avery out of my head.

  Dorian tweaked my nipples and my breath caught. “You like that don’t you, sweet girl,” he said. My insides clenched. Why did his touch feel so good?

  His lips moved down the back of my neck all while his fingers were being merciless on my nipples. His hard length was pressed against my behind and I couldn’t think of anything but the feel of him and what it would be like to have him inside me. My resolve to be emotionally loyal to Avery was crumbling.

  Dorian reached to his bedside table and picked up the remote. He switched on the television and hit play on the movie that popped up.

  “Open your eyes and look at the television,” he instructed.

  My eyes settled on the couple on the screen. It was Dorian and another girl on screen and they were positioned exactly like us. The only difference was the girl had darker brown hair, and she was moaning loudly.

  Dorian released one of my nipples then trailed slowly down toward my growing wetness. He stopped then reached for my hand and placed it over my vulva.

  “Touch yourself, Aria. I want to see you writhing in front o
f me. I can’t fuck you until you beg me to or I will lose the game,” he added.

  “You will lose,” I said as I began rubbing my clit and my body took over. I was getting better at letting go of my thoughts and living in the moment. I needed release and Dorian’s hardness was only encouraging me, but I just couldn’t beg him for it.

  “That’s it, feel it build. You are so wet. Let go of your feelings. They do you justice but they can be made to serve the dark side.”

  “Shut up. Don’t paraphrase Yoda while I’m trying to get into this.”

  “It was Obi Wan,” he solemnly answered.

  I continued my caressing. My breathing spiked, every sensation was pulling at my inner core and building. If only for a moment, it numbed my mind and took me soaring.

  I felt the fire rising in every part of my soul and I knew as Dorian pulled at both of my nipples that it wouldn’t be long until I caved and begged him for release.

  Dorian kissed my sensual spot behind my ears and I ground my hips backward against his hard cock. I felt Dorian take one hand away as I protested in need. His delicious hand skimmed down my buttocks and then two fingers slipped deep inside me as I continued to rub and feel the burning in my clit. I wailed in ecstasy.

  “That’s it, beautiful, let go,” he said.

  I could feel his warm breath on my skin and I instinctively turned my head towards his lips. He found mine urgently and I felt him groan.

  “Jesus, Aria, you are so wet for me,” he said through our panting for one another.

  I pressed harder on my clit and leaned into him more. He pulsed his fingers in and out, setting a pace that was pushing me faster and faster to the edge. I wanted to let go. I was so close.

  “Cum for me.” Dorian’s rough voice was just a whisper but that’s all it took for me and I felt the release that I so desperately sought. It was a splintering of fireworks raining down in a midnight sky. My body shook in relief as I came down from my orgasm. His fingers slowly stroked in and out of me as my insides quivered around him. I could feel Dorian’s chest heaving in unison with mine. He kissed me once more on the lips then leaned back.

  My eyes widened as he removed his fingers then dipped them into his mouth and sucked on them as if they were root beer flavored hard candy purloined from an Amish Market.

  “Sweet as honey,” he said closing his eyes for a moment and resting. When he opened them, they were as dark as sin. Was this a test to see if I could resist him? If so, I just failed. I felt so spoiled but I loved every minute of it.

  Dorian shifted then layback on the bed and brought me to his chest and we both lay idly trying to come down.

  The porn was still playing in the background and my eyes shifted to it. My eyes widened when I saw Dorian having sex in a movie. He was thrusting hard into a brunette as she was raking her nails down his back. I turned my head away like I needed to give them a private moment. Dorian smirked underneath me.

  “Did you finally realize that it was me in the film?”

  “Yes,” I said shyly.

  “Do you like watching my porn, Aria?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied, trying to change the subject.

  He smiled softly at me. “Your shyness is what drew me to you in the first place but I have little use for it now,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. I didn’t reply. “Consider this your first lesson in helping you realize that you do in fact like porn. Your wet pussy confirms it.” I smiled nervously up at him. “Tell me, Aria. Do you think that what we’re doing on screen is wrong?”

  “No,” I said awkwardly. “I just feel like I’m intruding or something by watching it.”

  Dorian threw his head back and laughed. His entire chest shook under me but he held me in his arms and didn’t let me escape this embarrassing conversation.

  “Why are you laughing?” I asked.

  “Because, if I didn’t want you watching, I wouldn’t have filmed it in the first place. Porn is made for one purpose only.”

  “True,” I said.

  “Don’t fight something that feels good to you, Aria. There’s enough agony in this world. You shouldn’t hide from something this good,” he added.

  I wrinkled my brow, trying to figure out where this deep side of Dorian came from. He snickered at my bewildered look.

  “No more talking,” he said. Dorian rolled me onto my back and placed one arm on each side of my head. He breathed in slowly and held his face just inches from mine. My heartbeat rose. His eyes were drilling into mine and I was squirming inside at our closeness. He let one side of his mouth curve upward then his eyes fell to my lips.

  Dorian then rolled me on my stomach and began massaging me. His palms traced every inch of my body and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was trying to memorize every detail of me.

  After awhile and nearly lulling me into sleep, Dorian rolled me back over and laid his naked body over mine.

  “Kiss me now, Aria, before I explode. I need to taste your kiss. Then we will move on to the fun stuff.”

  He moved his naked body closer to me. His warm skin lay against mine and suddenly I wanted all of him. I wasn’t thinking about school, I wasn’t thinking about Avery, and I wasn’t feeling guilty, at least not yet. Dorian made things so simple.

  I leaned in and pressed my lips to his and I lost myself in the feel of just the two of us together.

  I relaxed my body more when I realized I didn’t want to run away from him anymore. Like he said, why fight something that felt good.

  Dorian groaned and deepened the kiss as I threaded my hands through his hair. I felt his weight press down on me, I knew right where this was heading, and I wanted it. I was about to ask him to take me but then the doorbell to the suite rang.

  It took me a moment to recollect my thoughts as he pulled away. I knew it was my duty as housegirl to get up and get the door but my body wanted to finish what we had just started.

  “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said as he leapt off the bed and walked out of the bedroom, still nude, to get the door. What the hell was happening to me?

  I was losing myself and had to be more careful. I heard a few low voices then the close of the door.

  Dorian came back to the room carrying another tray.

  “Since it’s nearly lunch time, I thought we could have dessert.”

  My eyes moved to the clock on the wall and I couldn’t believe that it was almost noon already. I didn’t mind hanging out with him. I liked how easy he was to talk to.

  I rose up on my arms, moving to help him with it, like a good housegirl, when he interrupted me.

  “Stay there. You are too sexy to be moving from that spot,” he grinned. I noticed how the lines around his eyes seemed to disappear in just a matter of a few hours with him. He seemed more carefree and relaxed and we hadn’t even had sex yet. Then I noticed that the movie stopped playing. How do I keep losing track of time? He had a way of commanding all of my attention. I was so screwed.

  Dorian carried the tray to the large bedside stand and set it down then crawled to where I was in the middle of the bed.

  My jaw dropped when I saw his manhood was still at full attention. He answered the door that way!

  “Put your arms over your head,” he said with a smile. I quickly did what he asked.

  Dorian reached under his pillow and I felt the cold metal clasp around my right wrist. His eyes gleamed bright in anticipation and I was his victim.

  He clasped the other side and sat back on his heels to admire the view. I felt more exposed in that moment than at any point since coming to Paramore.

  He licked his lips then turned to the covered tray and lifted the lid. His body was blocking the view of the tray and it only made me more anxious.

  I heard the sound of utensils scraping the edge of a bowl and then he finally turned back towards me. He smirked as he moved to the end of the bed and knelt between my legs. He didn’t let me respond when his mouth fell over my clit and I gasped at the cold. Oh
, he did not play fair. I couldn’t push him away with my hands fastened tight above me. Jesus, that was freaking cold. Was it an ice cube in his mouth?

  I felt him swallow and then pause at licking my pussy. He rose up and leaned back over to the tray. My eyes turned to the left and saw vanilla ice cream with whipped cream beside it.

  “Nothing’s better than an ice cream sundae in the middle of the afternoon,” he said like he was a little kid. He scooped a spoonful of ice cream and let it fall to my belly button. My hips rose up off the bed but he held me in place so that I didn’t get too far away. His head lowered and his tongue swirled in circular motions around my tummy. He then moved lower and let the residual drop over my clit again. The contrast of the cold and his warm tongue had me pulsing violently.

  He added whipped cream followed by cherries, and then the heat of his passion erupted as his tongue was merciless against my clit, rushing me towards another climax, but Dorian didn’t let me finish this time. He pulled away right when I was about to orgasm.

  “You play dirty,” I whined.

  “It’s my turn,” he said, releasing my cuffs while he licked the bottom of my breasts and then circled upward around my hard nipples. Well, how do I argue with that?

  I moved from under him to the table and scooped out some ice cream as he took my place where I had been laying. I let the cold treat melt in my mouth then I moved over Dorian. I leaned in to kiss him and he tasted of cherries. Just as he was succumbing to the kiss, I pulled away. Paybacks are a bitch.

  At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to make him want me.

  I kissed down his chest as his lustful eyes gazed desperately at me. I took my time sprinkling tiny kisses across his sculpted chest. I was now caught up in his passion, free to do what I secretly wanted to do since I first saw his naked body. I was spiraling downward into his web of lust.

  My tongue ran over his rippled abs and I breathed in his scent. His hips tilted upward the closer I got to his arousal as he urged me lower; I finally gave in to his need. I licked the tip of his shaft then stopped. I moved to the edge of the bed to grab the can of whipped cream.