Eventually I find her, dancing down on the main floor of the club with a cluster of fans and, perhaps, friends alike. I don’t see Gia again, and I spend most of my time chatting aimlessly in the VIP area waiting for it to get late enough for Ava to come down from what must be an astounding adrenaline peak.
At last we are back in the hotel room, and when the energy of the night has died down and Ava has showered, I find the same slightly hunched, somehow smaller woman in a t-shirt and sweats on the couch.
I sit down next to her and flip on the TV, offering my arm again. She cuddles in next to me, quietly, and rests a hand on my crotch, specifically seeking my balls. She breaths a sigh, almost contentment, almost relief, and we settle in. My cock gets hard, of course, and occasionally she wiggles her fingers or lightly strokes it. It’s affectionate but not overtly sexual, and I can almost feel her drawing strength from my vitality. She falls asleep on my chest once again, and this time I move us to the bed before I drift off as well. Half a night on the floor followed by a day of walking thousand-year-old stone streets and the late night afterparty have me wanting some quality time with a mattress.
We strip down again and climb between the sheets. She snuggles up, the same as the night before, right down to the hand around my cock. She doesn’t speak, but tonight she grips it tighter, lower. She holds it tightly as she drifts, then her grip slackens as she falls asleep. I lay awake a little longer, my cock frustratingly hard in her hand, but eventually I drop off as well.
Again the dream comes, and again I am king with a royal cock-holder and a royal consort. In the dream I don’t ask where the queen is, but she is away for some reason and so I must rely on the consort for my pleasure. In the dream the consort comes to me again and stands at the foot of the bed when I ring the bell. The cock-holder lingers as the blankets are pulled back, holding my erect penis which in my dream is easily a foot long and as thick as a large salami. The royal consort lifts her hood and drops her cloak and Kate Caldwell stands before me, glowing gold with some heavenly light. The royal cock-holder, rather than move away demurely and rise, holds on longer. I can tell that I am moments from cumming when Kate crawls onto the bed and moves toward me, but the royal cock-holder starts to sniffle. I look over and see that she is Ava, and she is sobbing quietly.
The dream breaks and I feel myself rising up into my body. My first feeling is frustration and I spend a second or a minute (who can tell with dream time) trying to claw my way back down, swimming against an upward current, fruitlessly wishing to hold the dream together long enough for Kate to get her mouth on my member. But as always once I know I’m dreaming, the illusion is shattered and self-awareness reasserts itself. Before I can shake my head at the absurdity of the premise, I realize that Ava really is next to me, sniffling and crying in her sleep. I roll onto my side to spoon her again, grateful that we’re still in bed at least this time. I put my arm over her and draw my thighs up to rest my legs against hers, even coming up under her feet with my own. I put my face in her hair and breathe deeply, smelling her shampoo, then settle in. I ignore my throbbing cock, which did not get the no-Kate-blowjob memo, and listen for Ava’s breathing to steady. In time, it does. She relaxes and after awhile she stirs and rolls back toward me. I lay on my back and to my surprise, she cuddles up in her sleep and puts a hand down on my balls, curling her fingers gently around them. They send a memo about the Ava-ball-grabbing to my cock which immediately grows back to full hardness. There’s no way for me to relieve myself without getting the sheets and myself damp and sticky, so I will myself back into sleep.
I wake again with daylight shining through the curtains, reminding myself that dawn comes late this time of year. Ava is laying next to me and I’m spooning her again, my left arm over her torso and cupping her right breast quite firmly. My cock is morning-wood-hard and directly in her butt cheeks. The whole scenario reminds me of the first time we had sex on the couch in Charlotte’s and my living room, months ago.
Ava seems to remember as well, because she grinds herself back against my dick and wiggles slightly, placing her hand over mine on her breast.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Good morning,” I reply, kissing her neck.
“I love the way that feels,” she says, pushing her tight, dancer’s ass back against me again.
“Me too,” I groan.
“Is it always that hard first thing in the morning?”
“Mostly. It’s definitely more acute when there’s a beautiful woman nearby.”
“Wanna shower with me again?” she asks.
What I want to do is shag her rotten, but I’m not here to follow my impulses. “Yes I do,” I say.
Ava rolls out of bed and trots to the bathroom. I watch her go and my cock aches for release. I was so hoping to slip it to her right there from behind and have a go. I hear her turning on the water and follow.
“Come on in,” she says.
I enter the shower and she is already kneeling, water cascading all around her.
“Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” she says.
I shut the door behind me and step forward.
“Will you give me something to drink?” she asks, beckoning be forward.
“I think I’ve got something for you,” I say.
“Good,” she says. “Ava is feeling awfully thirsty, and she wants to swallow every drop of your cum.”
“That’ll work,” I say. “I’ve got a lot though. You sure you’re ready?”
In answer, she leans forward and gobbles me up. She starts jerking the shaft with one hand and bobbing her head. The water rains down around us and a thick curtain of steam slides over reality as she sucks my cock. She can take about half of my length now, a little more, before it starts hitting the back of her throat and gagging her. She really has gotten a lot better at giving blowjobs since we started this. My morning wood is like steel today and her tongue on the head feels amazing.
Ava pops off my cock and starts sucking on my balls while stroking my dick with her hand. She wraps her palm around the head and focuses her grip there while she licks at my nuts, the very thing that makes me cum quickly with Charlotte, too.
“Fuck, baby,” I say.
“I want that cum,” she says. “I want to make you feel good.”
She puts her mouth back on my dick and starts bobbing her head quickly.
“You want it now, don’t you?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes! Give it to me! Give Ava her drink!”
I put a hand on the back of her head and gently start to thrust forward. She looks up at me with her striking blue eyes and starts to moan.
“Oh, Ava,” I say. “I hope you’re ready for a big load.”
Ava nods, encouraging me.
“Finish me,” I say.
She puts both hands around my cock, seals her lips around the head, and sucks hard while she strokes.
“Oh... oh, oh! Fuck! Here it comes, baby! Here I cum!” I grunt and my cock explodes in her mouth.
Ava closes her eyes and holds my dick, pumping in between shots and holding while the cum shoots out. She is moaning and I notice that she’s not swallowing when she opens her mouth slightly and I see the cum pooling at the back of her mouth. She seems intent on draining me dry without swallowing a drop, continuing to stroke and lick the tip while my balls empty themselves of a full night and morning’s load into her waiting mouth.
When I stop cumming, she leaves a hand on my dick and pulls it out of her mouth. Then she opens her mouth to show me all of my cum, twirling her tongue back and forth and staring into my eyes. Then she closes her lips and spits a little onto her chin before slurping it back in. Finally she opens her mouth again, showing me everything, and then swallows in one big gulp, licking her lips and sticking her tongue out to show that she got it all like a pornstar.
“Holy shit!” I say. “That was fucking hot! Where did you learn to do that?”
She shrugs. “Porn.”
“What kind of porn do you watch?” I ask.
Ava stands and the water cascades down her incredible body. “Well, I’ve been watching mostly blowjob videos to pick up new skills.”
“Ah,” I say. “That educational porn I’ve heard about.”
She laughs. “Some of it turns me on, but the guys are usually not very hot. They just have big dicks.”
“Yeah. We dudes ignore the guys and imagine it’s our dicks getting blown, so there’s not much call for male casting beyond that, I assume.”
Ava puts some soap on her hands and rubs her belly and arms. “Do you watch porn?”
“Admittedly not as much as I used to,” I say. “Charlotte likes to watch what I like to watch sometimes.”
“Together?” she wrinkles her nose.
“Yeah. We’re big on shared experience. If it turns you on, why not do it? That kind of thing.”
“Huh,” she says and starts soaping her tits. “I guess we could try that today if you want.”
My hand unconsciously goes to my cock. “Hey, do you mind if I…?”
Ava opens one eye and sees me, then looks down at herself. “I wasn’t even thinking about that. Be my guest!”
I start stroking. “If you want to watch some porn, I could arrange that, sure. What do you like?”
“I don’t know that I like anything in particular.”
“I mean, you’ve seen things in the world. What arouses you?”
She thinks, pausing her hand movements. “I guess sometimes I get turned on but I’ve never thought much about it.”
“Do videos of girls sucking dicks turn you on? Or girls getting fucked?”
“I guess both. I don’t know. This is weird. Am I weird?”
“I don’t know that I’m a good judge of that,” I say. “I don’t lead a very sexually typical life.”
She laughs, soaping herself up again. “No, I guess not.”
“I mainly like blowjob videos and cumshots,” I say. “Eye contact turns me on.”
“Oh really?” she asks. “So you like to imagine splooging on a woman who’s looking into your eyes?”
I’m stroking pretty fast now, watching her tits. She’s spent an awful lot of time washing them.
“Well, yeah. I guess I do.” My breath is becoming ragged.
“So if I knelt down right here and looked up at your with my big baby blues and said, ‘Oh, daddy, cover me with your hot sticky cream,’ that would—AAH!”
She squeals as a jet of cum goes right into her open mouth. I start cumming right on command, and covering her with my hot sticky cream is exactly what I do. Her face, her tits, her hair, all get ropes of cum. It splatters on her cheek, and I aim at both tits. She giggles wildly, spitting and shaking her head under the shower water.
“Silly me for trying to wash myself with your big dick nearby,” she says. “Now I have to start over.”
“Yeah, I’d better get on out,” I say, and we laugh.
After showering we order breakfast and talk.
“So what’s next? Or, where’s next?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “Next show is in Milan on Thursday of next week. Today’s Wednesday. So technically I can do whatever I want until next Wednesday.”
“If you had a private jet and you could go anywhere in the world…” I muse. “Where would you go?”
“I usually just go home to Rhode Island,” she admits. “I’m kind of boring.”
“When your life is travel, home becomes holiday. That’s how I feel after a couple weeks on the road for work.”
She nods. “Don’t have to go anywhere today, though.”
“True,” I say, not relishing the prospect of a day on the couch.
After breakfast, the couch is exactly where we go. She says she’s never seen Lost, so we turn it on and cuddle up. She puts her hand on my crotch and my cock responds, but beyond some extremely light petting, we just sit.
Despite the strangeness, I find that I am more or less comfortable here. We spend the morning this way, with no more sexual interactions. Apart from her need to place a hand on, around, or near my cock or my balls, it’s a fairly normal day of hanging out with a female friend that you’ve become very comfortable around. We order food when we feel like it, we laugh and talk, and we watch TV shows we don’t really care about just to pass the time. Apart from knowing Charlotte is at home just sitting around not getting boned by me, it’s a more or less enjoyable day.
Sometime after lunch and before dinner, she sits up.
“Show me some sexy porn,” she says.
“Okay,” I say, and choose a video of a Barbie-like blonde by the name of Savannah Saint giving a hell of a blow job.
On screen, Savannah is wearing sheer white lingerie and doing a little dance on the bed before kneeling and crawling towards the camera.
“She’s pretty hot,” says Ava, and begins squeezing my cock with a little more purpose.
“Yeah,” I agree, adjusting my shorts a little.
The porn star pulls the cameraman’s cock from his pants and starts to stroke and lick it while moaning obscenely. She pulls out his balls and licks them before there’s a cut and then he’s laying down and she’s sucking on his cock in earnest, up and down about halfway. She tries to take it deeper but can’t. “Shit,” she says. “I can’t fit it in!”
“This is much less exciting than stuff you and I have done,” says Ava.
“Well, yeah,” I say. “This is for people who aren’t friends and lovers with the most beautiful women on Earth.”
Ava laughs but looks at me for a moment. Then she slides her hand up my thigh inside of my shorts and wraps her fingers around my cock. I gasp with the pleasure and look at her, but she’s watching the TV again.
On the screen Savannah is still hard at work ostentatiously sucking the large dick in front of her. She jerks it with one hand and spits on the head, licking it with large, exaggerated licks.
Ava, meanwhile, has made a sort of loose cage out of her fingertips and is slowly dragging them up and down the head of my cock while applying just enough friction to drive me mad.
The scene cuts again and Savannah is now laying down with her head hanging off the bed upside down, and the cameraman is doing his best to fuck her throat while groping her tits.
“Whoa,” says Ava. “That’s crazy. You can see his dick moving in her throat.”
“It’s a little extreme,” I say.
“Have you ever done that?” Ava asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s not Charlotte’s favorite position for deepthroating though.”
“Deepthroating,” she repeats. “I can’t even come close to that.”
“That’s okay,” I say. “You give great head. You’ve come a long way.”
“Damn straight,” Ava says. She hasn’t varied in her pace and continues with her light play on just the tip. I would have said this could never make me cum by itself, but I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. There’s something so erotic about her hand up my shorts and the lightness of her touch, as if we’re hiding it from someone.
Another cut has Savannah on her back with a dick in between her tits, and then sitting up with it thrusting up between them. She spits on it and throws her head back, evidently in the throes of pleasure.
Ava is swirling her fingertips around my cockhead now, skating through pre-cum and using it like lube to keep things slippery. I can’t believe how close I am to cumming from such slight contact.
Savannah is now stroking the dick on the video, right above her face, moaning and saying the filthiest things. “Give me your fucking cum,” she says, “make me your little cumslut! Make me your little fucking cumslut I need it so bad, I need your fucking cum, I’m such a dirty little slut I want it!” She gets her load of cum, sprayed all over her face and eyes as she moans and licks the tip occasionally, eventually winding up a dripping mess.
Ava gets close to my ear while it’s happening and whispers, “That’s just like what you did to me in the shower yesterday and today. Does that make me your little cumslut?”
Without warning I shoot my load into her hand and my shorts. She has no comment except a smile as she rubs the head and cum covers her palm and fingers. When I finish she withdraws her hand and looks at it, flexing and spreading her fingers which are coated in sticky white fluid. She looks at me and leans forward with her tongue out as if to lick her palm, watching my eyes grow wide, but then stops and giggles. She stands and goes to wash her hands, and I follow soon after to change my clothes.
When we’re settled back on the couch I ask her how she liked the video.
“There are parts that turn me on.”
“Like what parts?” I ask.
“Mostly it doesn’t turn me on to see a dick, but it makes me think about things I’ve done myself, and that turns me on.” She lightly caresses my cock through my pants. “And I’m not really attracted to women, but obviously she is hyper-sexualized and therefore undeniably sexy.”
“Yeah. It’s weird what we’ve done to sex.”
She shrugs. “I’m part of it with my shows and costumes and stuff. It is what it is. It’s like you said, it’s experience. People can take it or leave it.”
We watch TV, order dinner, and then watch a movie. I sense that these nights in are her only true down time, so I silence the voices in me that want to run off halfway around the world. The last thing I want to do is make it sound like I want to spend her money to amuse myself with some private jet flight to Bali that costs as much as some people make in a year.
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I reach out and ring the bell that I know will call the royal consort since the queen is still away, though I can't remember why. The curtains at the foot of the bed part, and a hooded figure once again reveals herself by dropping the cloak that covers her. Again it is a naked, stunning Kate Caldwell, glowing gold with a light from above or within. Her breasts are enormous and full, her hips curvy and her smile with an eyebrow cocked sardonically fills me with desire.
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Good story, im just not into women watching porn. Turns me off