by Alexis Angel
He shoves his huge, 12-inch schlong right into my pussy. I hadn’t braced myself for it, and I expected it to take a few tries, but no, his cock slides right in, almost like it was calculated and planned.
“…you’re getting this cock,” Chase finishes, smacking my ass for good measure.
I yelp and grip the bench so hard I tear into the leather with my nails.
I part my legs further and back my ass up against his body, letting his cock go deeper and harder into me. I lift myself up against the benching bar and leverage myself so I can push back against his cock as he fucks me.
I’ve been a sex-starved little slut all day, and now that I have full use of his big, throbbing dick, I’m going to take everything I can get. That huge, thick cock inside my cunt makes me feel like an addict getting a fix of her drug of choice. Chase’s cum is sexual heroin, and I’m fucking hooked.
Feeling Chase’s cock inside me is the kind of satisfaction I’ve been wanting all day. It’s more satisfying than any other workout he could have put me through.
As he pounds into me, I moan good and loud for him. I’m making so much noise, it’s echoing off the walls of the gym and bouncing back at us like a slutty echo chamber.
“Do you like this cock, you little slut?” he asks.
He fucking knows I do. There’s no faking this kind of shouting.
“Fuck yes, I do!” I squeal back through my teeth as he plows into my pussy.
“Of course you do. Hungry little cunts like yours can’t get enough of big cock, can they?”
“More,” I beg. “Please! Yes! MORE!”
He grabs my hips hard and starts pounding me back against him. It’s like he’s jerking himself off with my pussy instead of his hand. The slapping sound of our bodies echoes off the walls, joining the sound of my moans.
Having Chase let loose and ram into me like this is so fucking hot. I love being drilled into like the hot little slice I am.
My pussy is so fucking wet from Chase’s cock slamming in and out of me. I pant and whine as I explode in orgasm all over Chase’s cock, splashing my cum all over the workout bench.
I think I hear my yoga pants tearing even more as I continue gushing honey all over in an intense, wild orgasm. I look down and see that I’ve torn into the leather bench so hard with my nails I can see exactly where my fingers were when I lift them away.
Oops.
Chase slows down, well aware that I’ve cum all over him. He pants with me and pulls out.
“Over there. Now,” he commands. He points over to the squatting equipment.
Being ordered around by an Army Ranger, former mafia hitman and convict, body-building dream boat, and billionaire is enough to get a girl ready for a second round of fucking. Seriously—fucking Chase is like fucking five dudes at once.
We walk over, and as we do, I slip off my shoes and pull off my socks in the next couple of steps.
I’ve completely given up on underwear as workout gear. They just get sweaty, make me less flexible, and panty lines just aren’t as sexy as going commando.
I’m sure Chase appreciates that. Especially considering it’s one less barrier in the way of fucking me. Letting him just take control and hone in on our primal instincts adds such a hot, thrilling element to our time together.
He hooks his arms through the squat bar while it’s locked in place against the equipment. He pushes his hips forward, presenting his hard, slick cock in front of me.
“Get to work,” he orders me. His words―well, more his tone―put me under a spell. I have no need to argue or test him. I just do exactly what he tells me to.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I respond as I drop down to my knees. His cock is right in front of my face.
His huge, veiny, sexy, thick cock. If he made a mold of this fucker, it would sell. It would sell more than those big-name porn star cocks in the sex shops. It’s literally perfect.
I hungrily shove his shaft against my lips. I slobber all over it. The head and shaft of his cock are dripping with my saliva as I run my tongue all over every inch I can—all twelve of them.
Once his cock is all spit-soaked, I wrap my lips around it and suck it hard against my tongue. I grind the tip of it against the roof of my mouth, twisting my entire head as I take as much of it as I can.
Chase moans in approval and starts pumping his hips against my face. His feet are planted firmly on the floor, and he’s using his core strength to thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.
I happily swallow the head of his cock, sliding it down into my tight throat. I moan, letting the sound vibrate against his huge fucking dick. He moans even louder back at me.
His cock twitches in my throat. I relax my esophagus like a fucking pro, opening it as much as possible, inviting him to come in my mouth.
He thrusts hard and fast against my lips. I take one hand and cup his balls. He growls in primal hunger as I start to massage them.
“I’m coming!” he shouts.
Fuck yes. I need him to come for me. I love my protein shakes, but it’s so disappointing that the flavor dilutes what I really fucking want.
More cum. More and more and more. As much as my greedy little tongue can fucking get!
My need to savor the flavor of his cum takes over. I grip the base of his cock, forcing the head into my mouth, right against the back of my tongue. His seed gushes over my tongue and waterfalls down my throat, so I get to taste every delicious drop of his massive load.
I’m in fucking heaven. Drinking his cum turns me on so much that my clit is already swollen, and my pussy lips are aching for more dick.
I look up at Chase as I stroke his cock. He barely softens up at all after he blows his load, and as I stroke him, I feel it grow in my hand. He’s back to full hardness already—fuck me, I’m a lucky girl.
Chase pulls his arms down from the bar and runs it through my hair.
“Not satisfied yet, Kara? What do you want, slut?” he asks.
I love it when he calls me a slut. It’s so fucking fun embracing how much I love pumping this man meat.
“Lie down. I want to give you what you want,” I say as an idea comes to me.
Chase looks interested, but wary. For a second, I don’t think he’s going to comply. As a former soldier, he’s obviously not very good at taking orders—or maybe when his dick is out, he’s just used to being the one in control.
I only know I have his trust and cooperation when he lowers himself to the floor right beneath the squatting equipment.
I grab an unused towel and dab between my thighs with it, soaking up a little extra honey. Then I throw it over his face.
“It’s a surprise, so don’t look,” I explain.
“God,” Chase moans, inhaling my scent off the towel. “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”
I grab the weights I want to use and add them to either side of the bar. I get myself into position, placing the bar across my back as I plant my feet on either side of Chase’s body.
I lower myself down in a deep, deep squat, right onto his hard, expectant cock. I moan loud and tighten my grip on the bar.
Chase pulls the makeshift blindfold off of his face and sees me, squatting the proper weight in proper form—all while I’m mounting his cock.
He wanted a model for his protein shake brand—there’s a perfect fucking picture for him.
I pull myself back up and return the bar to its resting place. I wink at Chase from above, and he rewards me with an approving grin.
I squat down again onto his cock, this time with no weight. It feels so fucking good that I start bouncing up and down on him. He moans as my pussy slides on and off of his cock, watching as my big, heavy tits jiggle with the motion.
He sits himself up and wraps his arms around my body. I slide my legs to either side of his hips and wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other as he pumps into me from below, nice and deep.
He’s in so far that the tip of his cock is meeting my cervix—and even that feels insanely fu
cking good. All I want is him to fuck me right here, like this, forever.
I’m stimulated so quickly I’m almost caught off guard by my climax. I wail at him like a fucking banshee as his gigantic dick drills into me. My nipples are rock hard, and my nails are in Chase’s shoulders as I gush cum all over his cock, his legs, and his washboard abs.
“God fucking damn! DAMMIT, CHASE! DAMMIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I exclaim as I continue to squirt. My fluids gush from my pussy in a seemingly endless stream―slick and sticky and sweet.
As I finally come down from my orgasm’s peak, Chase is grunting and flexing hard and holding onto me tight.
“Come inside me!” I order him. “I need your cum in my fucking womb!”
He looks into my eyes and smiles as he shoots his cum into my inviting cunt. As it fills me, I moan for him and bite my lip. His load is so overwhelming that my tight pussy can’t fit it all in, and I start gushing his cum out with my own.
When he finishes, he lays back, fucking spent. I brace myself as I pull my pussy off of him. Cum leaks out immediately.
“I love you, Kara,” Chase moans, and I don’t even think it’s just the orgasm talking. I think he actually fucking means it. “Fucking love you.”
I dip two fingers down to my cunt and scoop up a decadent wad of his cum. I shove it onto my tongue and smile.
“Fucking love you, too, Chase,” I say back, shuddering at the taste of his pure, creamy cum.
“Well, there you go, you little sexy bitch,” he growls. “Are you satisfied?”
“I could always have more,” I respond playfully. “But I’m ready to finish our workout first.”
“Good,” he says. “Good girl.”
He reaches out for me and pulls me back down onto the ground with him. Our lips meet in a kiss that makes it all feel real.
“You made a mess of my fucking cock, you know,” he says, a wild glint in his eye. “Why don’t you start with some blowjob push-ups. Clean me up.”
I lick my lips, grinning down at him as he smooths a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I say.
Best workout of my fucking life.
Kara
“Can you fucking believe it’s been almost two months?”
Holly-Anne looks up from where she’s scrolling through her social media pages on her phone. “Hmm?”
I throw a pillow at her—playfully, of course, because I’m getting wicked strong. “Two fucking months!”
“Since…?”
Holly-Anne gives me a vacant expression. I roll my eyes, strutting over to her with sexy swagger…you know, since I have some of that flare to give out now.
“Since I agreed to be the poster girl for Protein Plus. Duh.”
“Well, at least your boyfriends have been working your ego.” Holly-Anne sticks her tongue out at me, and I hit her with another pillow. This one gets her right in the kisser—and when she throws it back at me, I dodge it with ease.
“I’m allowed to have an ego,” I purr, bounding over and flopping down on the couch next to her. “I’ve been working my ass off, y’know? And I feel amazing.”
“Off? More like on. I saw how you filled out that tight little mini-skirt last weekend.” Holly-Anne scrutinizes me up and down and gives me an approving thumbs-up. “Kara, babe, you are hot.”
I take deep breath and pop back up off the couch. It’s like I can’t sit still. Instead, I look at myself in the mirror.
“I know. The ugly duckling becomes the swan after all. It’s not just a fairy tale.”
“Oh, fuck off. You were never an ugly duckling to begin with—more like a hot swan that’s transformed into an even hotter swan. Besides, it’s better than a fairy tale,” Holly-Anne admits. “Fairy tale princesses only get one prince. Your sexy ass has bagged two.”
I toss a knock-on-wood look over my shoulder at her, narrowing my eyes. “They’re not my princes—they’re my business partners.”
Holly-Anne rolls her eyes and shrugs. Her voice is dripping with smug sarcasm. “Right, babe—I like to exchange passionate tonsil-licking sessions with my business partners, too.”
My phone chimes, a cheerful ring that’s been happening more and more frequently lately. My notifications have been blowing up these days with people following me on social media, commenting on my pictures and statuses, and liking my every share.
I don’t want to let it get to my head, but it’s kind of fucking cool. I feel so fucking…I don’t know...validated? It’s reassuring to see how well received I’m becoming out there in what used to be a very cruel and relentless world.
It’s true, my confidence level is soaring through the fucking roof. Chase and Eric probably deserve most of the credit. I’m just the framework—and now that they’ve spiffed me up, the remodeled version looks mighty damn fine, if I do say so myself.
“I have to admit something,” I say with a seductive tone and a bite to my bottom lip.
Holly-Anne tosses her phone on the couch beside her. I have her full and total undivided attention now. Holly-Anne loves a good dishing and gossip session…a girl after my own heart.
“You’re pregnant,” Holly-Anne jokes accusingly.
“Not yet I’m not,” I giggle. “But Chase and Eric…they really do keep me busy. You know, I’m talking in and out of the gym.”
Holly-Anne claps her hands as if to say bravo and sing me glorious praises. “And sometimes in-and-out at the gym, right?”
I purse my lips and avoid her gaze, but the fucking grin on my face gives me away in an instant.
“You glorious fucking bitch,” Holly-Anne says, her voice full of awe.
“They’ve taught me all kinds of positions…if you know what I mean,” I say with a wink.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve been doing plenty of heavy lifting,” Holly-Anne winks back.
All jokes aside, I’m doing my best―I swear I am! ―to fend off these guys and keep them at bay. I mean, it’s like I have to fight them off with a stick or something. They want me as badly as I want them, but I want it to stay strictly what it is for now…fun with no strings attached.
Getting into a relationship will be too tricky, and I’m not there emotionally, not yet.
If we can keep things the way they are—casual sex and orgasms galore—that will suit us all much better than if we start to throw in emotions. No, that gets too sticky and complicated—something I’m not looking for at all.
I need to focus on my new career and soaring to new heights. I’ve built this foundation for myself from the ground up, and I’ve come too far to fuck it up by falling in love with a guy…or in this case, two fucking guys.
Who knew a couple of months ago I’d be in this position? Not my skinny ass. Although, Holly-Anne is right—with Chase and Eric’s workouts, my ass is getting nice and round. I’m loving every minute of it and just taking it all in stride.
There is one teeny-tiny, minor complication though. Um, yeah…the problem is, I’m sort of…falling for the guys anyway.
Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, I know.
I’m wincing with embarrassment even admitting it to myself—but it’s true, and unfortunately inevitable. I hate to over complicate things, but the more time I spend with the guys, the harder it is to control my natural urges for them.
They are so fucking hot, intense, and charming. The problem is, they know it and they’re reeling me in at rapid speed.
Fuck! I’m in a world of trouble, aren’t I?
In fact, before I came home earlier, I had been with them for another late-night lift and fuck session. No wonder I look so fucking amazing! It’s probably more from all the sex than the working out at Power Plus; I’m probably burning, like, a million calories a day or something.
I notice Holly-Anne studying me as I inspect myself in the mirror.
“What?” I meet her glace through the mirror.
“You ho!” she shouts but doesn’t give me any clues at what she’s pointing at.
“…wh
at? Why?”
Oh my god. It’s almost like she knows I’m giving in to these guys.
“Your tits.”
“What about them?” I frown and cup them through my shirt, pushing them up slightly.
“They are huge. Fuck, Kara, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, yeah, I guess…”
Holly-Anne stands up and walks over to me. “Your tits are way bigger than they used to be!”
“Come on,” she grips my hand and centers me before the mirror. “Check those puppies out!”
I laugh and gaze at myself in the mirror with more self-affection than I’d ever had before in my life.
“This is the way I always wanted to look,” I admit softly and out loud. “I never thought it would be possible though…like a dream, you know?”
I glance over at Holly-Anne. “You look like a dream,” she says. “A wet one. You should be the poster girl for great sex, too.”
I glance back at my reflection and hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. But for the first time ever, I’m actually proud of who I am now. I lift up my t-shirt to expose the tiny rolling hills on my stomach.
I mean, look: I have abs for crying out loud!
“Check her out,” Holly-Anne whistles.
“I’ve always been jealous of girls in bikinis who have thigh gaps. Can you imagine? Something so silly as a thigh gap…but now I have one, too!” I smile as I turn myself around in the mirror, observing the transition in reality.
“No wonder those two guys want a piece of that ass,” Holly-Anne quips, and I give her a taunting smirk.
She’s right, though. I have the total package. Tits, bubble ass, abs, skinny waist, and a thigh gap. Me!
But the best part is…Chase and Eric wanted me before all this, too. I feel like what I have with these guys goes beyond looks. Hell, they might have even hit this when I was at my heaviest.
“Your hair is ridiculously long, too,” Holly-Anne says and flips my locks in her hands.
“Do you think I should cut it?” I ask, knowing I’ll get an honest opinion out of Holly-Anne.
“Nah,” she shakes her head. “It looks nice on you. It helps accentuate your features.”