by Dark Angel
This time, he doesn’t bother with building up a rhythm. No, he goes fast and hard right from the beginning, mercilessly fucking my pussy while his thighs slap my ass cheeks.
“Now,” Tristan whispers, now standing up in front of me, “I think this cock needs a bit of a cleanup.” With that, my eyes fall to his cock and I see his shaft glistening from juices, my creamy fluids coating his long inches. Grinning back at him as Madden fucks me, I just dive forward with my mouth open, gobbling up his cock in a fraction of a second. The musky scent of my juices crawls up to my brain, and that makes me bob my head back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, mirroring the pace of Madden’s thrusts.
I go until the muscles in my neck start to cramp, and this time no one takes over. Instead, I take Tristan’s cock out of my mouth and start stroking, my hand moving so fast that it becomes a blur as it traces the length of his shaft.
“More, I want more,” I whisper, looking up at him mischievously. He arches his eyebrows, and I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he tries to think of how he can fulfill my request.
“More,” he repeats after me, a smile dawning on his lips. He takes one step back, still looking into my eyes, and then walks around my body. Lifting one leg over my body, he positions himself in front of Madden and right over my waist. Realizing what he’s about to do, I go down on my elbows and, bending over, I jut my ass up.
The moment I do it, Tristan bends his knees and, lowering himself while he grabs his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my asshole. He rubs it up and down my ass crack, but inevitably he stops that coming and going motion and just starts pressing hard against my hole.
As Tristan readies himself to take over my ass, Madden never stops pistoning into me. In fact, his thrusts grow even more furious, the way his thighs slap my cheeks producing an almost obscene sound of flesh-on-flesh.
“Oh, fu --” I groan, choking as Tristan slides his mast inside my ass, stretching it wide. He drives all of his inches deep into my ass and then he rocks his hips hard, ravaging my ass with the same intensity with which Madden is demolishing my ass.
Propped up on my elbows, I close my eyes and just surrender to the movement of their cocks, their thickness stretching both my ass and pussy at the same time. They don’t say a word as they use my body, the present moment too valuable to waste their breath on words.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I say - or, rather, I try to say; in truth, the only thing that leaves my mouth is a quivering moan. My voice seems to echo through the whole house and, just a second later, I feel both my pussy and ass tightening up around their cocks. A shiver goes down my spine, slight spasms taking over my muscles, and then I just throw myself forward.
Their cocks jump out of me fast, and I lay down on the floor, my breasts pressed against the cold tiles. I flail my limbs as if I were having a seizure, the connection between my mind and body completely broken.
“AHH,” I moan hard, tears of joy streaming down my face as the most violent orgasm of my life rages through me, ecstasy racing through my bloodstream. “Oh, fuck,” I finally sigh as the incessant waves of that final orgasm start fading away. Rolling to my back, I look at Tristan and Madden and grin.
“I want your cum… Right now,” I whisper, not lifting a finger. It only takes them a second to decode what I want. Kneeling side by side, they grab their cocks and, wasting no time, they stroke themselves as their eyes wander all over my body.
I look at them as if I’m in a trance, watching as their muscles tense up and stretch their skin, their abs looking like bricks. And, better than all the rest, I watch them stroke themselves. There’s something wildly erotic about seeing a man pleasure himself, especially when he doesn’t even blink as he looks at your naked body.
“Fuck,” Madden groans and, as he does it, a rope of white cum jumps from his cock and hits me straight in the chest. A fraction of a second later another rope of cum hits my naked skin, tracing an arch in the air as it gushes out of Tristan’s cock.
I take my hands to my breasts as they cum all over me, smearing their semen over my skin. I told you I wanted to bathe in their cum, and that’s exactly what I’m doing right now.
Ah, it feels good to be a dirty girl.
By the time they finish cumming, I’m covered in cum from my head to my toes, thick strands of it dripping down my skin. Licking my cum-coated lips, I then swallow the seed I scooped up with my tongue, smiling as I feel their raw manly flavor going down my throat.
“Kitchen christened,” I laugh as I sit up, my heart still racing.
“Definitely,” Madden laughs as well, and then he crushes his mouth against mine, his hands grabbing at my cum covered breasts. When I pull back from him, I don’t even have the time to catch my breath - replacing Madden, Tristan kisses me as well, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as he grabs me by at the ass.
They smear their cum all over, licking strands off my neck and breasts, and I just throw my head back and savor the moment.
“I need a bath,” I finally say, looking at them with a devilish grin.
“A bath, uh? That reminds me of something,” Madden laughs.
“Yeah, we still haven’t christened the master bathroom,” Tristan says, and then he goes up to his feet and pulls me up. Picking me up from the floor, he carries me into his arms and the three of us start walking out of the kitchen, heading upstairs toward the bathroom.
Yeah, I know, I’m exhausted - but I’m never too exhausted for a round two.
It’s been like this ever since we became a family of three. It’s just never enough, you know? And I’m not just talking about sex. More than sex, the love we feel for each other is so deep and intense that it overshadows everything else.
No doubt about it… I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
45
The Biggest Licker Season Update
Chase: Hello and welcome to the last installment of our analysis of The Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. And what a season, folks! What a week! It’s all over now and I think Megan finally got the Happily Ever After she’s been looking for!
Chase: That’s right. What an ending. No one – myself or anyone on the production staff – could have ever imagined that such an ingenious solution would present itself to such a bad situation.
Nadia: That’s right. Although I’m sure the studio execs weren’t that happy considering that they didn’t give her the apartment, Chase.
Chase: I mean, come on. She won $2 billion. The apartment was only worth $150 million. I think where they ended up as well is a lot nicer than One57.
Nadia: But the producers lost the spinoff opportunity with both men going with Megan, didn’t they?
Chase: I think we need to say a big thank you to the producers and a big congratulations to the happy trio of Madden and Tristan and Megan.
Nadia: I know you actually want to say fuck you to the producers. But I don’t think you can say fuck you to the producers on live TV, babe. You might get fired?
Chase: I don’t think they’ll ever find television anchors as engaging and charming as us. Plus, they wouldn’t dare let us go. Not while you’re pregnant.
Nadia: Sigh. You just spilled the secret out to the millions of people that are watching.
Chase: Actually I think the number was close to 1 billion people tuned in to see the finale of The Biggest Licker.
Nadia: Wow. All those people saw how Megan basically said fuck you to the producers and the crazy situation they had set up and chose love huh?
Chase: Well, the official line is audience, that love won. Megan didn’t win. Well, I guess she did. But more than anything, love won. It’s not about who lost. It’s about who won.
Nadia: Wait, isn’t it about who lost?
Chase: No, because think about it. Everyone who in some way touched The Biggest Licker or experienced any part of it ca
me out the winner. Even if they got just a little bit of enjoyment from it. Whether they stayed for the whole thing or part way, they won. And that’s what we want. A lot of winners.
Nadia: I know. We don’t like losers.
Chasers: So audience, thank you for following us this season. We look forward to further pleasing you in the future. This has been a Naughty Angel Production!
Nadia: Ciao, everyone! Be sure to watch out for us! We might pop in throughout other stories just to say hello!
Chase: Until next time, this is…
Voiceover: THE BIGGEST LICKER!!!!!
Brittney vs. Banker
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Tristan
I stumble out into the cold night air, giggling. Wow, I feel good. The world pitches slightly to the left and it takes me a minute to swing my gaze around, back to my besties, Erica, Lisa, and Ashley. They whoosh in and out of focus and I grin drunkenly at them. "Wow. It’s cold out here," I slur. But the temperature doesn’t affect me; my blood is running hot from the alcohol running through it. I’ve probably got more alcohol than blood in my veins at this point.
Lisa jabs at her phone. "There’s no Uber anywhere around," she says, her forehead knotting with worry. She drank less than I did, and thus seems to care more than I do. I figure hell, one will show up at some point. We should just start walking…somewhere. Like home?
Do I want to go home? Suddenly, that decision seems, like, super complicated. I could just crash on Lisa’s couch. Or Ashley’s. Or Erica’s.
So...
Many...
Choices...
The deadbolt in the front doors of Bungalow 8 slides into place, reminding me that no matter where I decide to go, back inside isn’t one of the options. At four in the morning – I stare at my iPhone, trying to bring my eyes into focus – okay, 4:12 in the morning, they’re done with us. As the bouncers like to say, "You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here."
As Ashley and Lisa compare screens, trying to figure out the fastest way home, I’m suddenly hit by it. "It" being a Very Full Bladder.
I find myself dancing. I mean, I was dancing like an hour ago, out on the dance floor of Bungalow 8, but those were real moves. This? This is the "I gotta go pee!" dance.
Second difference? My dance moves on the dance floor of Bungalow 8 were voluntary. My current moves? Not so much.
I tap Erica on the shoulder. Well, to be fair, I think I kinda whacked her across the face, but close enough, right? "What?!" she yelled, jumping in surprise.
I might’ve gotten her in the eye. It’s hard to tell in the dark. And, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but I am slightly inebriated.
Slightly.
Why do they make the word "inebriated" so hard? Who can actually say that word when they’re drunk? Now drunk – that’s a good word. Anyone can say drunk, even if they’re—
"Brittney, are you okay? You’re mumbling a lot. What about being drunk?" Erica asks.
Oh.
Right.
I had a question.
"I gotta go. Like, really bad. I might just cop a squat and pee right here," I announce. All three of my besties shut up and turn to stare at me.
Well, at least I got them to stop staring at their phones for five seconds.
"Brittney, you cannot cop a squat right here and go pee." There goes Ashley and her logic. Such a Debbie Downer. We should call her Ashlowner. Get it?
Get it?
But instead of waiting for me to tell her my latest idea, Ashlowner takes off down the street.
Where is she going?
I stare after her, trying to figure out where the fuck she’s going, when a small part of my brain registers that she’s moving towards a business where I could probably use their bathroom.
Right. Because I need to go pee. I’d totally forgotten, although my bladder comes roaring back to life as soon as I remember. I stumble after her, trying to keep up. Why did New York make such uneven sidewalks? They really should pour smooth sidewalks. I’d be less likely to fall over if the ground was smooth.
I open up my mouth to share my brilliant idea with my besties when Ashlowner turns back and says, "I can’t believe it – they’re closed!" I catch up to her and stare at the sign.
OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY! it proudly proclaims in all caps. Right above a "Closed" sign.
Liars.
"Is that even legal?" Lisa asks huffing from exertion in my ear. We need to go to the gym more often. We’re ridiculously out of shape.
Ohhhh…I could probably find a cute guy to fuck at the gym! I haven’t tried that strategy. Plus, bonus points, I could run up the street and not get winded! A twofer!
Ashlow…
Ugh. Now I can’t even remember my nickname for Ashley. Dammit, it was such a good one!
Anyway, Ashley turns back and heads toward the nightclub again. I find myself trotting along behind her to try to keep up. The ground is so uneven here. I wish they’d pour smooth sidewalks. I’m going to break my neck if Ashley doesn’t slow down. I catch up to her just in time to see her pound on the front door of the club.
What is she doing? They’re closed. Even I know that, and I’m so drunk, I’m not entirely sure I know my middle name.
Do I have a middle name?
Tap, tap.
I jerk my head up, which sets the world to spinning, and try to focus my eyes on Ashley. "Yes?" I say, although it comes out sounding like "Yesssshhhh?" I’m not sure why. It’s almost like I’m drunk or something.
"The nightclub is closed," she says. "It’s four in the morning – I don’t know if we’re going to be able to find you a bathroom anywhere nearby."
Oh! Bathroom! Damn, do I have to go pee.
"I think I’m just gonna cop a squat right here and go pee," I announce to the group. I start hiking up my skirt, but Ashley grabs my arm and starts dragging me.
"Where are we going?" I ask her as we stumble along. Well, I stumble. I probably shouldn’t have had those last five tequila shots. Or eaten the worm, really.
"An alleyway. If you’re going to go pee in public, let’s at least do it in a semi-private alley."
Ohhhh…so smart. This is why Ashley is the Big Boss at Blush. She’s such a smartie. I should get her Smarties for her birthday.
Hmmmm…I wonder when her birthday is…
Lisa opens up her purse and starts rummaging around. "Let’s create a little landing pad for her to aim for."
I stare at her. It’s like she’s speaking English, but I don’t understand the words coming out of her mouth. She triumphantly pulls a wad of napkins out of her purse. "I knew these would come in handy someday," she says, waving them around. She starts laying them down on the asphalt.
"Oh, I see," Erica says, obviously as confused as I had been. She digs around in her purse and pulls out a feminine pad, spreading it on the ground too.
I stare down at my pile of pads and then back up at my friends. "I have to aim for that?" I ask. It seems a little…difficult. Intense. You know, something that I should be sober for or some shit.
"You’ll be fine," Ashley assures me. "We’ll stand right here and form a human shield for you." My three besties move and link arms together, a sight that has me super emotional.
"You guys are so nice!" I blubber. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."
"Well, for starters, you should go pee on that pile of napkins."
Oh! Right! I have to go pee real bad. I don’t know if I told you that or not yet, but damn, I have to go! I’m so glad that my friends made this pil
e of napkins for me.
I hike up my skirt and pull down my panties. I try to lower myself directly over the pile, but I tell you what, you try squatting over a pile of napkins, at four in the morning, drunk off your ass, while wearing stilettos and a pencil skirt, and we’ll see how well you do.
Let’s just say that this isn’t my finest hour.
Yeah, yeah, you can do better than me. Showoff.
Just about mid-stream, which I’m praying isn’t splashing up and getting my favorite stilettos wet, I hear it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I jerk my head up, trying to push the yellow liquid out of me faster as I spot a cop heading down the alleyway towards us.
God oh god oh god oh god…
"Pee faster!" Ashley whispers.
"I’m trying!" I whisper-yell back. It’s not exactly like it’s fun down here or something.
"What are you doing down here?" the cop demands, huffing, once he stops in front of us. At least I’m not the only one who needs to go to the gym.
"Just going for a midnight stroll, Officer," Lisa says, and from my view from the ground, it looks like they’re doing a dance, but I think they’re just trying to block his view of me, swaying back and forth to keep him from seeing me.
Finally, thank god finally, the stream spurts and sputters to a stop and I stand up, trying to pull up my panties while it not being obvious that I’m pulling up my panties.
While also not falling over into my pile of pee-soaked napkins.
Have I mentioned that this isn’t exactly my finest hour? I do feel better now, so that’s a bonus.
"I smell urine!" the cop says angrily. "You ladies need to move out of the way. I need to inspect that pile behind—"
The loud sound of glass breaking zings through the cold night air, and the cop whirls around. "What the hell?!" he yells, taking off back down the alleyway, towards his police car parked across the street, its windshield busted in. A guy waves, smiles, blows a kiss, and takes off running. I hear the cop yelling into his walkie-talkie, "Backup, I need backup! Suspect on foot…"