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“Professor Depth,” she says in a breathy moan. “I need some help with this assignment…” The camera lens zooms in on her enormous breasts straining against the material of that white, cotton shirt.
“What kind of help, Mindy.”
Oh, I can’t take the way his voice sounds. I mute the volume and shift under the comforter. He walks around the desk, grabs her by the shoulders and bends her over, rubbing his palm over her ass. She glances over her shoulder and bites down on her lip just as he works her red, lace thong down her thighs. Tyler kneels, spreads her ass cheeks apart, and then slowly flicks his tongue over her pussy. My stomach kinks a little. This is so fucking weird.
Minutes later, she’s been flipped back around on the desk, with her skirt hiked up around her waist, legs bent back by her ears. Her tits have popped out and he’s sucking on one. The screen goes to a close-up of his dick thrusting into her. Over and over. And fuck, it’s hot. It shouldn’t be, and if I really let myself think aboutwhoit is, it bothers me, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t turning me on.
My eyes stray over to my bedside table, stopping on the top drawer. I bite down on my lip then glance back at the screen.Shit.Reaching over to the table, I tell myself it’s normal to do this. It’s completely normal to watch porn and then feel this overwhelming urge to masturbate. That’s why people watch it—to get turned on. And what do you do when you get turned on? You spank one out. It’s just that, I’ve now got this dildo buried to the hilt, and tomorrow I’m going to be face to face with the guy whose dick has made me desperate to ram this piece of silicone inside me, and he’s my fucking ex.
“Anal beads?”
I shuffle through the box. “Yep. A lot of anal beads. All purple and pink.”
“Lube?”
“Lots of lube.”
“Johnnies?”
“What?” I glance up at Hudson.
“Johnnies, you know, condoms, rubbers…”
“Oh,” I glance down in the box again. “We’ve got studded, ribbed, latex-free, and glow in the dark.”
“Good.”
“And clit vibrators?”
“Galore.”
“Are you bringing your friend to the party tomorrow?” he asks.
“Yeah, she’s excited. She’s a porn fanatic.”
“Sounds like my kind of girl,” Hudson smiles and points to the coffee table. “Just put the box there. You can sit over here and stuff the goody bags while we do this shoot. If I need you to mist Benson or anything, I’ll just yell at you.”
Dropping the box on the table, I nod. “Okay, but do you really have to call them goody bags, Hud?”
“That’s what they are. What else would you suggest I call them?”
“I don’t know, but goody bag makes me think of a kid’s birthday party and it’s creepy.”
“You have issues,” he says before walking off.
Seconds later I hear him sigh. “Benson! Ricardo! Would you two stop sword fighting with your dicks? We aren’t filming Peter-fucking-Pan.”
And I have issues…
I dump out the box of cellophane bags and twist ties and rummage through the box of sexual wonders. I pull out a string of anal beads, some lube, the clit vibrator, and a condom then cram them inside the bag. I don’t know why I find this strange. I mean, Hud is a porn director, so why wouldn’t he pass out sex toys as his party favors?
Setting the bag to the side, I look across the room. Benson and Ricardo are kissing. Naked. They are naked and kissing. Two hot men with chiseled abs and thigh muscles the size of an anaconda—naked and kissing. Ricardo falls to his knees, grabs Benson’s dick, and damn near chokes on it. The thing that boggles my mind is that Benson is straight. He swears he’s straight. At the bar the other night, he took a girl home—not a guy, yet, there he stands, his dick hard as fucking concrete while Ricardo rams it down his throat. Groaning, Benson fists Ricardo’s dark hair and basically skull-fucks him. “Choke on my fucking cock,” he says with a slight growl as he tosses his head back.
How, if he’s not gay, can his dick be that hard? He didn’t take a Viagra, and they were sword fighting with their dicks earlier? What the fuck? I fill another bag with the party favors and then the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin breaks the silence.
Holy fucking shit.Benson is bowed up on the bed, ass in the air, fisting the edge of the mattress as Ricardo pounds into his butthole. And I mean, he is banging into it. Balls smacking against thighs. Buried to the hilt.
This is too much for me to experience alone. I grab my phone from my purse and text Heather.
