by Alexis Angel
“Honestly, guys. I’ll have to think about it. I have some confidence issues I’m still working through with the weight loss. I’m not used to my body yet.
“We respect that,” I say, even though—fuck. She’s such a goddamn tease, and I think she knows it too.
“I will say our little bang session last night did help. Maybe, just maybe, if I had more of that…I could muster up the confidence to do it. That, and free personal training sessions with you. I felt great at the end of the day yesterday,” Kara negotiates.
“Hard bargain,” I say. Emphasis on hard—my cock is currently making a fucking tent in my gym shorts.
“Oh, and an unlimited supply of these shakes,” she adds, smiling innocently up at us.
“Deal,” says Eric. “We have ten other flavors for you to try, you know. Watching you guzzle down that Sin-ammon drink was…captivating.”
“Maybe you’re a dirty little slut that likes drinking cum,” I add, shrugging.
She pierces us with a sultry, sexy look.
“Maybe you two should whip your cocks out and find out,” she suggests.
Well, damn.
Who the fuck are we to say no to that?
Kara
It happens the way I’ve always dreamed it would happen.
They get their dicks out. Both of them. Two hard, thick, veiny cocks throbbing as they reach peak erection, just begging to be sucked.
And me?
I drop to my knees like I’m about to break a seventy-two-hour juice cleanse, and I’m begging the cake gods for extra frosting.
“You little slut,” Eric chuckles as I lick my lips. He works his cock over in his fist, making nice long strokes up and down the shaft. “You look half starved for my cum, Kara.”
“And mine,” Chase adds, muscling his way forward. I can see every thick, pulsating vein on his cock swell as his hot, ripped body pumps blood to his member. “Question is…which do you want more?”
Now, look. I’m not exactly unaccustomed to shoving delicious things down my throat as quickly as possible. Once upon a time, that was kind of my M.O., right?
But for the last two years, I’ve been living in a state of total denial. No sex, no blowjobs, and certainly no guzzling of anything cream-related—least of all hot, salty, body-building billionaire cum.
There’s power in denying yourself the things you really fucking want. I’ve felt it. I know that it’s real.
But those desires don’t ever just go away. They build and build and build inside you, until finally you lose control and just can’t fucking help yourself and then—
“Both,” I purr, diving for them. “I fucking want both!”
I take a moment to thank the good Lord for giving me the perfect number of fists, then I put them to good use, taking one cock in each hand.
Chase and Eric moan simultaneously, which is easily the best fucking sound in the entire world. It only makes me squeeze their cocks tighter in my greedy little fists, pumping them in unison like I’m conducing a sexy duet of billionaire fuck sounds.
“Gimme your fucking mouth,” Chase growls, grabbing the back of my head.
He pulls my lips to his cock, and I let my tongue roll out over my lower lip, deliberately licking up a fat, slick bead of precum from the tip.
“That’s right. Swab my fucking dick, sugar lips.” Chase thrusts the fat, swollen tip of his cock up my hot, wet tongue, and I suck it between my lips.
Chase’s cock thrusts deeper and deeper between my lips while I stroke Eric’s cock faster and faster. I can feel Eric’s hips bucking against my fist, meeting my rhythm perfectly until he’s the one driving the motion, picking up the pace.
“God, yes, Kara.” Chase’s lips pull back as he forces the words through his teeth. “I’m gonna flood this hot little mouth with so much cum you’ll fucking choke on it.”
“Like hell you will,” Eric says darkly. He pinches my nipple, creating a wave of pleasure that crashes through my body. Then he’s pulling my mouth off of Chase’s cock and moving it to his instead.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Chase says to Eric.
“Stop me then next time.” Eric grins back. “Or at least—you can try.”
I switch to stroking Chase’s cock, but it’s obviously not enough to keep his lust at bay. I barely get a taste of Eric before Chase is pulling me his way again—which causes Eric to emit a low, possessive growl.
Holy shit. These dudes are like fucking animals when they’re hard. I figure it must be all the testosterone in their bodies from so much working out. Then again, maybe that’s just what men are like when their cocks are this big.
They’re both twelve inches of gorgeous, throbbing man meat. If we were one-on-one, I’d need two hands and my mouth just to tame one of these beasts. And here I am, trying to take two at once!
“Boys,” I say, smiling up at them with a cock in each fist, “maybe there are better holes for you to fight over, hmm?”
Not that I don’t want to keep sucking, but like, if they keep pulling my mouth this way and that, I’m going to end up with sexual whiplash.
“Where do you want it, Kara?” Chase asks, his interest obviously piqued.
“Little slut probably wants both of us in her ass at once,” Eric says, bucking his hips against my fingers.
“My cunt would get lonely,” I tell him, even though, oh my god—I don’t even know if my ass can fit both of them at once. I mean, not that I’m opposed to trying, but…
“You don’t get to tell us where we put our dicks, Kara,” Eric says, moving my mouth to his tip again. His cock is hot and hard against my tongue, and I suck him with everything I’ve got.
“That’s right,” Chase agrees. “Why don’t you make us come all over that pretty fucking face of yours, and then we’ll decide which holes we’re fucking next.”
I look up at them wide-eyed. The thought of both of these big buff men blowing their hot, creamy loads all over my face is enough to make my pussy start throbbing out an S.O.S. in Morse code.
I need them inside me. Like, now. And if I have to make them cum all over my face to get it…
Then I guess that’s what I’ll do.
I pop Eric’s cock out of my mouth and move to Chase’s, flicking my tongue against the head and slurping up his delicious precum. I totally get why they’re able to sell cum-based protein shakes—with cum as delicious as theirs, it’s the only thing that makes sense. It makes me feel fucking special, honestly.
I get to sample my protein right from the source.
When I’m done licking all the precum up off of Chase’s cock, I move to Eric’s again. His precum is sweeter than Chase’s, now that I’m able to focus on their unique tastes.
Chase tastes saltier, I think. But the best thing is tasting both of them together. That’s easily the best part—that’s why they’re so fucking yummy and why their partnership must work.
Sweet and salty, all together at once. It’s fucking perfect. I could lap up their precum all day—and maybe I will.
Unfortunately, I quickly become aware that that particular business model isn’t fucking sustainable. Once I’ve gone back and forth, sucking up all the precum I can suck, I realize that I’m going to need to step it up a notch if I want more than just a taste.
“Would you look at that, Eric.” Chase chuckles as I pop my mouth off of his cock and start jerking them both off with my fists. “Looks like Kara’s slutty little mouth is finally tired.”
“And before she made us cum with it, too.” Eric looks me in the eyes and bites his lip. “What’s wrong, Kara? Don’t you want it?”
“You know I fucking do,” I say up to him. “Come for me, guys. Come all over my mouth!”
I tighten my fists around their cocks and start pumping like a madwoman. They each grab my head, winding their fingers up in my hair, but I’m stroking them too fucking good. They can try to pull my mouth to their dicks, but I hold steady.
The looks on their faces are pure fuc
king ecstasy. Perfect.
“Fuck, Kara,” Chase groans, his sexy lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Gonna come, Kara,” Eric warns me. “Gonna come all over that pretty fucking face and—aaagh!”
Eric blows his load first, and Chase starts right after—like he doesn’t want to be left behind.
I close my eyes as rope after rope of hot, salty cum launches at my face. When they’re done with me, I look like a hot little Ferrari in the car wash just before the rinse cycle. I’m fucking dripping with their thick, creamy love juice.
It’s fucking everywhere, too—not just on my face, but on my neck and tits, too. I run my tongue over my lips, slurping up as much as I can get.
I pull their cocks to my mouth, pumping and sucking out every last drop. As I start to feel them soften in my fists, I raise my hands to my eyelids, wiping the cum away from my eyelashes and blinking up at them in ecstasy.
“Wow,” I say, licking the cum off my fingers. God, it’s so fucking delicious. Like the yummy creamy part of a banana cream pie. “A workout and a facial. You boys sure do know how to treat a lady.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Eric says, grinning darkly.
I have one set of fingers in my mouth and the other on my neck, rubbing their cum onto my skin. But when I look down, I see that they’ve taken themselves into their fists again—and I know then, that was only round one.
“Don’t tell me you’re already full, Kara.” Chase chuckles.
I shake my head no as they grab my elbows, pulling me to my feet.
“Actually,” I say with a little giggle, “I have two empty holes that really need a good filling. Know anyone who could help?”
“You little fucking slut,” Eric says, laughing and shaking his head like he can’t even believe I’m real.
“I know just the men for the job,” Chase says with a wink.
Behind them, the Miss Sexy Universe footage is still playing on the screen. I watch as naked woman after naked woman prances across the stage in her heels, posing before breaking into the talent portion of the pageant.
There are naked fire twirlers, naked chainsaw jugglers, and about twelve different women who think that a special talent is being able to launch a ping pong ball out of their snatch.
Is there any way I could compete with all that? Fuck, probably not, right? Like, I’m not the kind of girl who’s ever juggled anything more complex than a daily schedule.
I’m a former model, not a former circus performer. All I’m good at is putting clothes on and taking them off again—
Which Chase and Eric promptly begin working on while I’m otherwise distracted by a 6’4” Brazilian woman riding a dildo unicycle.
Chase peels my workout tights off of my body, growling sexily when he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. Eric gets to work on my sports bra, unzipping it at the front and pulling it away from my arms.
“You boys work fast,” I mention as I find myself naked just like that. “I could have used you to save time during go-sees back in my modeling days, you know.”
“Chase and I were Army Rangers when we met,” Eric admits, capturing my chin and pulling me into a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, there’s cum smeared across his handsome, sexy cheek, and I lean in to lick it off.
God. Fuck. He’s delicious.
So fucking delicious.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that when there’s a mission at hand…we’re pretty fucking snappy about seeing it through.” Chase lowers his mouth to my neck, scooping up cum with his tongue and passing it into my mouth as he claims his own kiss from me. “Especially when the payoff is seeing your sexy ass naked again…fuck, I can hardly believe these tits, man.”
They each take one of my breasts in their hands, groping them while they pump their cocks. I close my eyes and lean into them, just enjoying the feel of being manhandled.
“So good I’m surprised that they’re real,” Eric admits.
And like, okay, I fucking preen at that compliment. That was one of the best parts of gaining the weight in the first place, you know? Maybe the only good part—my tits got bigger. At first I was scared of losing weight because I didn’t want them to shrink.
But thank fuck for good genetics and luck, because as of right now, they’re the only place that I managed to not lose weight. Now I get to be a skinny bitch with big tits—with two sexy men to handle them.
“I’m still amazed that you’re real, Kara,” Chase says, claiming my mouth again.
I have to tilt my chin up to meet his lips; he’s so fucking tall. Doing so only pushes my chest out even more, which gives Eric the perfect opportunity to suck one of my hard, pink nipples into his mouth.
“You’re like something out of a fantasy,” Eric admits, popping my nipple out of his mouth for just a moment then going back in with teeth.
“For both of us,” Chase growls against my lips.
“Perfect fucking woman.”
“Perfect fucking body…”
“Okay, okay,” I gasp. “You can fuck me now.”
I’m trying to play it cool, but fuck—I can smell how wet I am. I’m sure they can, too.
Eric’s fingers dart between my legs, stroking against my clit. When he pulls them away, they’re so coated with my honey that a long string of it attaches his fingers to my pussy lips.
“Can we, now?” Eric chuckles, pressing his fingers against my lips. “Why, Kara, how fucking generous of you.”
I suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself.
Fuck. I taste so fucking good. Almost as good as Chase and Eric do.
“It’s cute, really,” Chase growls, moving behind me. He puts one of his massive, strong hands on my shoulders and spins me around, then he hooks his fingers beneath my thighs. “You fuckin’ tease us with this hot little body of yours then act like you have a choice.”
Then he does something that plus-size Kara could have only dreamed of.
He lifts me up off the fucking ground, positions me over his cock, and then fucking lowers me onto it.
His dick is like…huge. It’s even huger than I remember it—and I had that bad boy in my mouth just a few seconds ago. I gasp as he enters me with the thick, throbbing tip. Even just that—just the tip—that’s enough to have me on the brink of orgasm fucking immediately.
And there are still eleven more inches of hard, plump man meat left to go.
“That’s right, Kara,” Chase growls. “Fucking gasp for me.”
“Oh, my god,” I pant, wrapping my arms around his neck. What is it about having a dick inside me that makes me desperate for something to hold onto?
I don’t even fucking know—I just find myself running my fingers through his hair and pulling it at the roots to try and find some fucking purchase. “Chase—it’s…it’s…”
“Fucking huge?” Eric moves behind me now, his fingers curling around my hips. “Haven’t heard that one before.”
They laugh, because obviously, sarcasm. God, they must hear it all the fucking time. They know they’ve got massive cocks—and they know how to use them, too.
“D-do you guys always double team women like this?” I say, trying to fight off an orgasm. Because I know that the second I start coming around Chase’s cock, I’m not going to be rational anymore. I’ll end up agreeing to whatever the fuck they ask of me.
And knowing these two, getting me naked on stage for the Miss Sexy Universe pageant is only the beginning of their sexy evil plans.
“Sometimes,” Eric answers. His fingers stroke up and down my hip bones, sending little spikes of pleasure shivering through my pelvis. “But they’re not usually so fucking mouthy about it.”
“Christ—or this tight,” Chase moans, thrusting his cock another inch into my wet, aching cunt. “You’d think this tight little pussy doesn’t want to take my cock. Shit, man,” he says to Eric. “She’s wrapped around me so tight I don’t think I can get in any deeper.”
I shudder in ecstas
y. Two fucking inches. That’s as much of Chase as I can take right now—which means I still have ten more to go.
“I think I can help with that,” Eric says darkly.
Then he takes me by the fucking hips and shoves me down on Chase’s cock.
My world erupts into pleasure as my pussy swallows Chase whole.
Chase leans back against the big, broad windows of Eric’s office, the ones overlooking the rest of the gym, as an orgasm hits me like a prize fighter aiming for a knockout. He fucking K.O.s me with orgasm—like, holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my fucking life.
I moan like a bitch as Chase jackhammers into my soaked, spasming cunt. I let go of his hair and curl my fingers around his neck, breathing him in with every ragged, orgasmic gasp. He smells like sweat and sex and, man, and I can’t get enough of him.
I slap my palm against the window as I come, and I don’t even fucking care who sees.
Actually…
The only person in the gym downstairs right now is another woman. She’s got to be about the weight I was when I was at my heaviest, and I can see her hit her breaking point as I ride out the orgasm Chase is giving me.
She hops up off her exercise bike and throws down her towel, looking just as frustrated and exhausted as I know I would have been at that weight.
But then, for a second, she looks up.
And I look down at her.
And she sees me.
She sees me, up in Eric’s office, with my leg wrapped around the waist of one very buff billionaire while another removes his shirt and strokes his cock, watching.
For a second, our eyes meet—mine wide with pure fucking pleasure, hers wide with awe.
Then Eric presses his cock against my ass and fucking hilts himself in me, and from there on out, it’s a blur.
I don’t know who’s watching us.
I don’t know how many times they make me come.
I’m fully, completely in the moment—immersed in touch and sound.
“Fuck, Kara!” Eric growls. “This tight little ass of yours is going to make me fucking come.”
“Take it,” Chase is grunting in my ear. “Take my fucking cock, Kara. Milk my fucking cock with your tight little cunt—”