by Alexis Angel
"Harder…" I find myself saying, the sound of my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "Fuck me as hard as you can," I pant, thrusting back at Liam. I’m not sure if he even listened to me, but he does exactly what I wanted him to; he starts to fuck me with all the coiled wildness he hid inside of him, his cock pounding me furiously.
"You sure like it rough," Liam says, and even though I can’t see him, the sound of his voice tells me all about the wicked grin he has on his lips. Then, still thrusting, he raises one hand and smacks my ass cheeks as hard as he can. I let out a loud moan, the impact of his fingers on my flesh sending a high voltage current all the way up to my brain. He does it again and again, enough strength to his smacks to leave a mark, and I can’t help but let the sound of quivering moans climb up my raw throat.
Soon, his thrusts unleash the furious tide of pleasure upon my body, and I feel my muscles coiling. I curse under my breath, my eyeballs feeling as if they were on fire, and then I come with a shrill cry of pleasure.
My hands are on Carter’s leg as he strokes himself, and I bury my fingernails in his skin, hissing through my gritted teeth all the way. As I come, the surge of climax raging through me, I hear Carter’s breathing becoming harder, as if seeing me come was as pleasurable to him as fucking me. I force my eyelids open just so that I can look at him, like I expected, his eyes are wide and focused on me, taking in the scene as if he were in front of the most beautifully lewd painting in the world.
As Liam slides his cock out of me, I tremble slightly, my skin prickling as the waves of pleasure recede. Exhausted, I roll my body to the side and sit up on the couch, throwing my head back against the headrest and taking a deep breath. With my eyes closed, I let sin take over my mind. I have already let Liam and Carter take their turns with me… Maybe it’s my turn now. Call me greedy, but why settle for taking turns when you can have it all at the same time?
"You’ve had your fun, boys…" I purr, fully knowing that I’ve been having way more fun than them. This is why being a woman is so wickedly good—no limits to how many times you can come and keep going. "Now it’s time for all of us to have fun."
Even though my muscles are complaining and I’m still breathing hard, I go up to my feet and turn on my feels. Facing the men who I’ve come to love—yes, love—I present them with an expression of unbridled lust. They return my gaze, lust also flickering in their eyes.
"Who wants this?" I ask in a low tone, sliding one hand down my stomach and brushing one finger over my drenched folds. "And who wants this?" I continue, taking my other hand and using it to squeeze hard on my ass cheeks.
"You’re going to drive us fucking crazy," Liam responds, going up to his feet as his lips curl into a grin.
"That’s the idea," I tell him, a shiver going up my spine as he goes behind me, his hands resting on my waist. He pushes me forward, Carter reaching for my hand at the same time; I sit on Carter’s lap, and he allows his cock to slide immediately inside of my pussy.
I lean forward then, feeling Liam’s parting my ass cheeks. He crouches slightly and, grabbing his cock, presses its tip against my asshole. God, I can’t believe that I’m about to be fucked by two guys… And not just two guys, I’m talking about Liam and Carter. It seems that even the wickedest fantasies can come true.
Straddling Carter, his cock deep inside of my pussy, I lean forward and rest my head against his shoulder. My eyes are closed shut, and I take a deep breath to relax my body as I feel Liam pushing his cock inside of my ass. I feel his glans sliding in, and I whimper as he allows his shaft to follow after it. Once he’s buried deep in me, I take another deep breath, allowing it all to sink in; right now, the two biggest cocks I have ever came across are inside of me. And the men to whom they belong are more than eager to ravage me completely.
Liam takes the lead and starts sliding in and out of me, moving his hips at a careful but anxious pace. When his pace starts to pick up, Carter starts moving his hips as well, thrusting upward and ramming his cock into me.
"Fuck," I mutter, their cocks stretching me wide and unleashing the violent flames of hell inside of my body. I feel their burn under my skin, my mind turning to ashes as the scorching heat of pleasure consumes it. Their thrusts start to grow wild and fierce, their intensity almost too much for me to bear; my lungs are working hard and I can’t help but dig my fingernails deep into Carter’s shoulders. "Oh, fuck, fuck," I repeat as loud as I can, the sound of my voice drowned by the sound their thighs make when slapping my own body.
Time becomes a meaningless construct; aside from their cocks, nothing else exists. Their thrusts become fast and relentless, the thickness of their members lashing out at my nerve endings. My pussy inner lips are wrapped tight around Carter’s cock, but my ass is choking out Liam’s, and even though I should be way too tight for guys like them, they still manage to fuck me in a way I never even knew to be possible.
"I want…" I start, trying to get the words out between breaths. "I want you to… Fuck me hard… And I want you to cum all over me." I finally manage to say, my words making my heart tighten up inside my chest. Somehow, I know that my next orgasm will rip me apart. I can already feel it building inside of me, that threatening pressure pushing against my nerve endings and choking them out with pleasure. And I feel it in my mind too, like sharp blades of insanity that carve themselves deep into my brain.
I don’t even know when I started doing it, but I’m screaming now. My out of control voice fills the whole room, and I feel tears of ecstasy streaming down my face.
"Don’t…" Don’t stop—that’s what I want to say. But the words get lost along the way, my whole body hijacked by a nuclear detonation. Somewhere inside of me, something goes off, a shockwave of pleasure spreading under my skin like wildfire. My pussy clenches around Carter’s cock, and I even feel my ass tightening around Liam’s. Tensing up as if my muscles were turning into concrete, I finally let myself be overtaken by climax; screaming as loud as I can, my throat burning with pain, I come as hard as I have ever came.
My whole body is trembling, a feverish state of delight taking over my limbs. I flail them from side to side, momentarily losing all control. And still they keep thrusting, their cocks moving in and out of me at that maddening pace. My body is burning, and they’re fanning the flames.
Then, I feel their cocks spasming inside of me—just tenuous twitches of anticipation—and I push through the effort to speak. "Come… Over me…" I repeat, my voice quivering.
Liam pulls his cock out of my ass and I roll to the side at once, making Carter’s shaft pop out of me. Sitting down on the couch, I’m still trembling as I open my eyes just in time to see Carter going up to his feet, both men towering over me with their cocks in their hands. Could there be a sight any more perfect than this? If you’re wondering, the answer is no. "Come for me, boys…" I repeat, urging them on as they start to stroke themselves, their hungry eyes devouring the sight of my naked and spent body.
I can’t help but moan as the first ropes of cum fly out from their cocks and into me. Their cum hits me straight across the chest, white splatters of it covering both my tits as I squeeze them. I run my fingers over the curve of my breasts, the palm of my hands brushing against my cum-coated nipples, and while I do it, they keep on gushing their load all over me.
Slightly sliding down on the couch, I position myself so that their cum gushes straight onto my face. I open my mouth, taking as much of it as I can over my tongue, and when I’m brimming with semen I simply swallow, their salty flavor going down my throat as a memento of their desire. The warmness of their fluids covering my skin, I keep on rubbing my hands all over my body, smearing myself with their load. It drips down my face, tits and stomach, and it goes all the way down to between my thighs, covering my already drenched pussy in thick strands. I never take my eyes off of them, too entranced by them to even blink.
"Fuck, you look beautiful," Liam says with a smirk; the spasms of his cock dying out against his fingers.
"And I taste even better," I respond, licking the cum off of my lips, my tongue moving in a slow and lewd way. Parting my legs wide, I invite them in, and they go down on their knees at once. As if they shared the same mind, they both lean into me at the same time, their ravenous mouths going straight for my drenched pussy. I lie back against the couch and close my eyes, surrendering to the way they flick their tongues at my folds, scooping the ropes of cum that have dripped down to my pussy.
Sighing heavily, I reach for them and place my hands on their heads. I run my fingers through their hair as I sway my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy against their faces. They only stop when they have licked me dry, and when I look down at them I see both their mouths brimming with cum. Placing my fingers under their chins, I pull them up into me as my lips curl into a grin. They come willingly, sitting by my side and leaning into me at once.
Our mouths touch at the same time, and we open them immediately. In an instant, they use their tongues to push the cum they hold inside their mouths into mine, and I take it all in hungrily. We kiss in a blind frenzy, semen dripping down our chins as we swap it from mouth to mouth; our tongues lapping against one another amidst the wet mess.
"You were right, Vivian," Carter says, his lips glistening as he pulls back.
"I was?"
"Yes. Sharing is--" Carter starts to respond, but Liam cuts in without allowing him to finish.
"Fucking amazing," he completes, his wicked grin matching the honesty in his words. I smile back at them. It’s true; to share and be shared is indeed amazing.
New York Daily Journal
STATE CAPITOL SEX TRIANGLE EXPOSED! SENATOR TO BE CALLED IN FOR CORRUPTION CHARGES!
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have a unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
In a move highlighting the arrogance of elected officials, Senator Vivian Hawthorne, Governor Carter Andrews, and Mayor Liam Jeffries were all filmed as they engaged in a bizarre and taboo sex ring at Mayor Jeffries’ New Kingston home.
It was only a few days prior that this newspaper declared that it was the presence of Senator Hawthorne that had derailed both men’s careers and that statement proved to be very prescient as investigative footage surfaced of both men engaged in simultaneous sex acts with the fallen Senator.
Additional photographs of a younger Senator Hawthorne have also been retrieved from prior romantic interests that show a lewd, crude, and completely degenerate woman occupying one of the premier positions of leadership in the state.
State legislators were quick to act, issuing subpoenas to Vivian Hawthorne to testify in front of the State Ethics Committee in one month's time in addition to Governor Carter Andrews. This quick action by the State Legislature underscores the level of disgust at the political elite of Albany and the desire to root it out and start fresh within state politics.
A sample poll conducted by the New York Daily Journal found that Vivian Hawthorne had dropped in popularity and approval among New York State voters. Her approval rating after the release of the video, in which she engaged in simultaneous sex with both the Governor and the Mayor, stood at a shaky 25%, with 3 in 4 respondents saying that serious articles of impeachment needed to be considered as a possible option.
The Editorial Board of the New York Daily Journal has long held that the differences in policy between Governor Andrews and Mayor Jeffries were of a nature that closed door negotiations between the two men could have resolved them. But the entrance of the Senator into the fray created a perfect storm where Ms. Hawthorne’s wild and unpredictable nature have brought both men’s careers to the precipice.
It remains to be seen how the corruption charges play out against the Governor as well as the Mayor. Experts are now speculating that the entire proceeding may lead to the repeal of the signature environmental law as well as directives by the State Legislature prohibiting the Boltiador family from setting up factories in New Kingston due to the scandal associated with their original plans. While some would consider this a sad and ironic twist to the entire spectacle, others have commented that it represents that both the environmental law as well as the agreement to secure the investment for the factories were built on shaky foundations that would not have been able to last much longer.
All eyes will thus be on the State Legislature as they conduct their corruption inquiries in one month's time. Should the first day of testimony lead to an understanding that a greater degree of scrutiny and action is needed to be taken, then the entire political establishment of the state will most likely be impacted.
Whatever the outcome, there is one thing that is certain—it is expected that should the Boltiador family be refused the right to invest in New Kingston, they will most likely open their factories in Shanghai.
Vivian
Sixty.
That’s how many days ago I first got the call from the President asking me to go sort out a feud between a small town mayor and the Governor of New York State before it became a big mess. Well, I did something. I don’t know if ‘sorting it out’ is exactly the right word for it.
I’ve taken to not commenting to the Press. I’m not worried about myself. Well, actually, hun, don’t tell anyone, but I kind of am. I’ve never been so reviled in the political world as I am right now. And it’s not just the Daily Journal. It’s like all the media sense blood, and so they’re piling on. Trying to find any angle at all that will sell more papers—or glue more eyeballs to the television or computer screen and raise more ad revenue.
The heart of this matter is pretty simple. Jobs, or the environment. I don’t know how sex became a part of it. But you take any woman who likes sex in this political climate and you place her between two men like Carter and Liam, and the press is going to salivate.
Sometimes I wonder if we just shouldn’t put up a mattress on the corner of Broadway and 42nd Street and have sex right there. Let the world get it out of its system. Trust me, if I thought that there was a chance it could work to get everyone off of our backs, I’d do it. Because I guarantee you the ethics investigations, the impeachment, all of that would stop. People wouldn’t be whipped into a frenzy anymore. But all it would do would probably be to whet their appetites. They’d want to take close up shots of Liam’s cock going into my pussy. They’d want to see my lips wrap around Carter’s cock. And then they’d paste it all over the Daily Journal and sell more copies.
No, the only way to confront this is going to have to be head on.
Two.
That’s how many men I’ve fallen in love with. I know, hun. You’re shaking your head with a smile at me, aren’t you? Thinking that I need to grow up to fully understand what love is. That I’m 29 years old, how can I even think that I’m in love? Just because I’ve gotten orgasms that leave me breathless. Getting shot into orbit and coming back into a sex haze doesn’t mean I’ve fallen in love, I bet you’re thinking. It means I’ve fallen in lust.
Well, the lust is definitely there. Don’t get me wrong. You know that tingling you get between your legs when you think about a big cock stretching you open? Feeling filled up? The dampness that you feel. How you can feel your panties stick to your lips when you read about or imagine wrapping your lips around the tip of a nice, thick, large cock? As someone grabs your nipples and twists them. Smacks your ass? The drippiness you feel and the flush that goes through your body? How all you want to do at that point is find a quiet corner and just touch yourself, even if it’s one finger against the clit. You just want more of that feeling, but you know you’re headed to the precipice and you’re going to explode the more you push yourself? You know that feeling, babe?
Yeah, imagine that times two. Because that’s Liam and Carter.
But what you don’t see, and what you haven’t really gotten, because Alexis probably hasn’t in
cluded it, are those times in the month where the three of us have basically moved into Liam’s sprawling house in New Kingston and really lived together.
How Liam makes us breakfast in the morning. He gives Carter extra bacon. He makes sure to get a grapefruit cut for me. Every. Single. Morning.
How Carter explains the remote to me. I swear to God I don’t understand why there are three. Apparently one for the television. One for the Roku. And one for the sound. It sounds like the entire system was thought up by men, you know? Give it to a woman, and you’d have one remote.
The way both of them hide the newspapers from me some mornings. Or my tablet. As if they don’t understand that I’ve been called a lot worse than ‘The Whore of Washington’. That I’ve gone through a lot more and have thicker skin than they realize. So the prospect of a Daily Journal headline that simply has my picture with the world ‘SLUT’ doesn’t faze me. It startles me. It makes me wonder what kind of a world we live in. But I can move on.
The way, after we have sex, the way both men hold me. But how they casually are able to let the other have me. I’ve never realized how insanely hot it is to let one man watch me as another fucks me. And then they take turns sometimes, watching, desiring, celebrating me.
How it’s gotten to the point where I know what each of them is thinking. How Carter is viewing this as a rational debate that he’s going to win on facts when I know that the system is going to want a sacrifice. Liam understands that. He doesn’t understand that I can see in his eyes he’s preparing himself to be that sacrifice so Carter and I can continue. Carter thinks he’s going to convince the legislators with his arguments. Liam thinks he’s going to bulldoze past them. They’re both wrong. And if I don’t do anything, they’ll both end up losing their careers.
But I love them. So I’ve been busy myself.