Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
My buddy turns to me then with panic in his eyes.
“Are you seriously going to do it, Carver?” he asks under his breath. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
I’m about to say no because there’s no prize at the end, but then again, images of Ava on her hands and knees keep flashing before my eyes. Those luscious curves, those huge tits brushing the mattress, and finally the enormous toy deep in her pussy with only the handle sticking out. How big was that toy? Nine inches? Ten? I have feeling my filly was built to compete and suddenly, the decision’s made.
“Yeah, count me in,” I announce. “I’ll be entering with Ava.”
“Great,” smirks Brett. “How about you, Evan?”
Our friend looks from Brett to me and then back to Brett again.
“Okay,” he says, his voice shaky. “I’ll enter with Amelia. But no promises. And when does the competition take place?”
Brett shrugs.
“How long do the girls have on the island?”
“Three months,” I say.
“Why don’t we have it at the end of the three month run?” he asks with a sly grin. “We’ll have a going-away party of sorts, except that it’ll be incredibly debauched, and we’ll leave the girls something to remember us by as a goodbye gift.”
I think for a moment, and then nod.
“Sure thing. Three months. Let the games begin.”
With that, the three of us clink glasses and then take a drink. What we’ve agreed to is wrong, raunchy and probably criminal, but as I think of Ava’s lovely curves, every nerve-ending begins to burn because I want to win … while sampling those lovely depths myself.
7
Ava
I’m meeting Carver at his room. It’s my second day at Billionaires Island, and I have to say it’s been quite nice so far. I moved into his suite last night, unsure what to expect. After all, he was likely going to expect me to put out, given our little escapade on the first day.
But surprisingly, he was an utter gentleman. There are two bedrooms in the suite, and he had my things put into one, while he remained in the master. That was something I wasn’t expecting.
Then, we had dinner together, and it was really nice actually. He ordered room service, and we had a massive steak to share, with creamed spinach, mashed potatoes, and a huge dessert of ice cream and cake. It could have been my birthday, it was so lavish.
That was when I thought he was going to make his move. As I giggled and spooned ice cream into my mouth, I could see him watching me closely. Those blue eyes seemed to focus on my pink pout as I gently licked the spoon and patted my lips. Then I gazed at him with what I thought was invitation in my eyes.
Carver’s blue gaze sharpened, but his motions remained gentle. Instead, he merely escorted me to my bedroom, softly closing the door with a click. And then I was alone in the large space, looking around at the giant double bed and huge armoire. What just happened? I thought for sure that he was going to seduce me, but instead, I spent the night alone, tossing and turning while thinking of him.
Now, however, I’m supposed to meet him at the suite once more. We’re going out to dinner somewhere, and I want to look beautiful for him. I’m not sure why, because he’s my boss, but somehow, I just want to come off as sexy and alluring.
Slowly, I step out of my swimsuit and into the en suite shower. The cool water feels nice as it sluices over my body and I get all clean and shaved, making sure not to miss any spots. Then I step out and dry myself off with a big fluffy white towel, patting gently while smiling at myself in the mirror. Who is this girl? The old Ava was so confused, but the new Ava actually wants to be a vixen.
Slowly, I walk over to the dresser and open the top drawer. Yes, there it is. The hot pink pasties and matching g-string. I’m not sure where I was supposed to wear this, but now seems as good of a time as any. Quickly, I step into the g-string, pulling it taut against my creamy pussy. The fabric is so thin that it highlights my lips, showing the outline of their puffy fullness, instead of concealing them. The pink string disappears between my moons, leaving the hugeness out and hanging.
Meanwhile, the pasties do even less. I have huge tits with large areola, and the dollar-sized pasties barely cover my nipples. I stick them on, nonetheless, trying to get as much coverage as possible but it’s hard. I’m big, and these pasties are small. Frowning, I adjust them in the mirror once more. Well, hopefully the light glinting off the diamante studs will distract Carver from the fact that these really don’t cover much at all.