by Alexis Angel
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I need to stand up now and recompose myself. Yes, I have my face planted naked in front of, like, a billion people, but I need to peel myself up off the floor (literally) and continue my strut.
I don’t have that far to go. The podium is only a few strides away.
I can do this.
I can definitely, probably, maybe do this.
But I’m rocking a blush that goes all the way from the tips of my ears down to the points of my nipples, and I know that when I get up, I’m not just going to be the Girl Who Fell in this competition.
I’m going to look like a half-woman, half-lobster besides.
It’s then that I see them—Chase and Eric, jogging toward me down the aisle.
They rush the stage like a couple of paramedics, hop the barrier, and pick me up in one scoop. They brush me off, frantic and panicked looks spread across their faces.
Their horror-glazed eyes do nothing but kill my confidence that’s already plummeted when I face-planted.
Well, fuck. All the time they spent grooming me for this—all the money, the training, those long nights at the gym—and I’m already out of the competition before we even get started. There’s no way anyone is going to choose me to represent the country in Miss Sexy Universe now.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble as Eric pulls me against his chest.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” Eric reassures me. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Just bruised.”
“It was a nasty fall,” Chase whispers back. “You sure?”
“Thanks for the reminder, but I already lived through it once already,” I say sarcastically.
“Wanna blow this joint?” Chase asks.
“No shame in it,” Eric adds. He shrugs off his jacket and offers it to me. “We just want to make sure our girl is okay.”
For a second, I consider it. They’ve given me the perfect out—and if there’s any way to recover from a naked face plant, it’s being carried from the building by two sexy billionaires.
“The only thing I’m blowing,” I say, gently pushing them off of me, “is you two after I win this thing.”
I’m here to build my confidence, dammit! Not to have the Rescue Twins come and whisk me away.
I’m a strong, independent woman, and I can fend for myself out there in the shark tank. Besides, I was getting a standing fucking ovation before my fall. I can recover from this.
The crowd loved me before I face planted. I’ll make them love me again.
The show must go on, right?
“Thanks,” I say, kissing them both. “I’m gonna make you boys proud.”
“You’re making me more than proud right now,” Chase says, and I giggle as I see the way his cock is straining his black slacks.
They help me to my feet, then hop back down to a couple of seats in the front row. At least now I know exactly where to look if I need a little confidence boost.
I look out over the rest of the crowd, feeling the blush fade from my cheeks, and give them a saucy little salute. They laugh at that—but it’s okay. I’m laughing too, and the laughter quickly turns to cheers as I come to my designated little spot on the stage.
I’m smiling and waving, feeling better than ever, as I pose for the cameras and the crowd. I expected to feel slightly nervous, but as it turns out, thinking about being naked in front of all these people is actually a profound turn-on for me―and I find myself getting even wetter under the circumstances.
If my pussy keeps this up, the next time I fall is going to be from slipping on a pool of my own honey. I don’t really know how to explain it or describe it, but something about being so exposed and vulnerable in front of a crowd is obnoxiously erotic for me.
Fucking nailed it.
After the other girls and I all saunter off the stage, I only have a little time to kill before I’m back up for the weightlifting portion of the pageant.
Once I get to my spot, my weightlifting equipment has already been placed and arranged in front of me, thanks to the hard work and efforts of the stage hands.
I begin with the dumbbells first, picking them up and using sexy movements to crush it. I groan and moan a little for extra effect, a huge turn-on for not only me, but I’m sure for Eric and Chase, too.
Each pump and thrust movement I make with my weights turns me on, and my pussy is glistening wet, ripe and ready for playing with.
I am so turned on in the moment that I forget where I am momentarily, ready to go into orgasmic levels of pleasure.
I’m acing the weightlifting portion of my stage time, and I haven’t even gotten to my talent portion yet, which just so happens to be a silly, yet classically sexy strip tease that the guys helped me choreograph.
I also practiced for hours in front of my mirror at home to ensure I’d really look the part out there, all exposed to the crowd.
Once I’ve completed my final round of weightlifting, I place them back down on the stage and cast a little bow.
The crowd goes wild, hooting, hollering, and whistling for me. I blush with humble pride and continue to bow, feeling enthralled and completely thrilled that I’m such a hit.
I move on to the next set as sexy music plays through speakers in the ceiling and fills the venue.
My outfit was hand-picked and made by one of Eric’s designer friends. I’ve practiced stripping out of it for Chase and Eric a hundred times already.
It’s a juicy little number: a tight-fitting pink dress that accentuates my curves in all the right places and a flashy little cardigan that I’m wearing over the dress.
I move with the music, grinding my hips and wiggling down to the floor where I bounce my ass up and down to the huge roar of the crowd.
I strip off the cardigan first and then begin to slowly slide out of the dress, teasing everyone in the audience as they go wild with delight.
I’m not wearing a bra, but I have on gold-colored boob tassels that bounce and bob up and down with my perky tits.
I’m so turned on right now, I can’t think of anything but sex. The crowd is chanting “Take it off!” over and over again and really coaxing me on.
The whole performance is a whirlwind of fun and is speeding by way too fast. Before I know it, the end of the song is rapidly approaching, and I need to skirt out of my panties.
I’m wearing little pink panties to match my outfit, lacy and delicious-looking. It’s a thong, and I turn around to jut my ass in the air as I gyrate and twerk all over the place.
The crowd is screaming, and I notice that Eric and Chases are dancing behind the curtain right behind the stage.
I can’t wait to run into their arms after my performance is over. Adrenaline is surging through my veins, and I’m so excited.
I lean my head down and pull the boobie tassels off my voluptuous chest one at a time with my teeth.
This is an impromptu move, but I’m just going with the way I feel inside and winging it for bonus points from the audience. I swirl them around and around in my hands as I dance up and down the stage.
The crowd is going wild, and I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life.
I still have to give a speech after this, but not until all the performers of the day have had their chance under the warmth of the stage spotlights.
Without even thinking, when my set is over, I give my bow and final wave to the crowd before running backstage to Eric and Chase, dripping with wetness between my legs because I’m ravenous for them and exponentially horny from that strip tease in front of all those people.
Holy fucking fuck.
I need them.
Time to celebrate with my men!
Chapter 20
Kara
“There’s my fucking winner,” Eric says with a huge fucking grin. He seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t smile often enough—which is a shame, because he’s insanely fucking hot when he’s smiling. Luckily, I make sure to make him smile a whole
hell of a lot when he’s around me. “You’re killing it out there, babe.”
“Literally,” Chase says, catching me in his arms and spinning me around as I sprint toward them. “Some of the other girls look fucking suicidal after the show you just put on out there.”
“Aww,” I coo, because, well, that’s not fun, even if it does send my confidence skyrocketing through the ceiling. “They’ll be okay though, right?”
“Bitches need to learn,” Eric says, grabbing me away from Chase and sending me twirling in a spin of his own. “If they couldn’t handle the competition, they shouldn’t have tried to out-sex Kara fucking Gilmore.”
My head is still spinning as Eric puts me back on solid ground—although, with these two around, it always kind of feels like my head is spinning. The scent of their manly fucking cologne is all over me, and I don’t want to stop breathing it in.
“What about my big trip?” I ask, remembering the epic face plant I did during the opening parade.
“Babe, the only trip you’re going on is the one to Japan when you win this fucking thing,” Eric reassures me.
“You’re a crowd favorite, Kara,” Chase adds. “Everyone on Twitter is saying that you’ve got real personality.”
I giggle. “I guess the best way to stand out in a group of graceful, naked fitness models is to fall down.”
“You recovered beautifully,” Eric reassures me. “Every man in this building wanted to be Chase and I running to your rescue.”
“And every woman in this building wishes she could have gone down with such fucking panache.” Chase grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my cheek to his lips for a kiss.
“Actually,” I say, licking my own lips. “Speaking of going down…”
“Okay,” Chase says with a grin, grabbing the belt of his slacks.
“No,” Eric says forcefully, and we both look at him with sad puppy dog eyes. “Absolutely not. After the pageant, fine, but not now. You need to focus, Kara. And you,” he says, wheeling on Chase, “need to keep your dick out of the talent.”
“Eric, please!” I say, feeling my pussy throb even as I beg him. “Just, like, a quick little dick-suck.”
“There’s nothing little about this dick, sweetheart,” Chase chuckles. “Surely you haven’t forgotten already.”
“I haven’t,” I profess with all seriousness. “That’s exactly why I need you in my mouth. Both of you. Like…immediately.”
Eric’s chest rises and falls.
But when I check the crotch of his slacks, I only see his bulge rising.
“You know you want to,” I tease, moving in and stroking his bulge tenderly.
“It’s not about wanting to,” Eric says with a sigh. “It’s just—”
“The talent needs to focus,” Chase finishes for him. “So let’s help her focus, right?”
“YES!” I squeal, dropping to my knees.
Before I can hit the floor and start milking cum out of their balls with my mouth, though, Chase grabs my arm and hauls me back up to my feet.
“You can have our cum in that pretty little mouth once you’ve won this thing,” he growls into my ear. “For now…”
He nods wordlessly to Eric, who comes up behind me and pins my arms behind my back. He holds them with just one hand while his other hand gropes at my plump, exposed breast.
“Just a little something to tide you over, I think,” he purrs darkly into my neck. His teeth sink into my shoulder as Chase drops to his knees, forcing my legs apart and—
“Christ, Kara,” he moans, hooking my legs up over his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet I don’t know how you’re not leaving puddles everywhere you stand.”
“Let me leave a puddle on your dick instead,” I beg, because holy fuck, I need cock.
“Taking dick is for winners,” Chase teases.
“Are you a fucking winner, Kara?” Eric asks.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “I am—or, I can be, just—oh my god, PLEASE…”
Chase is grinning as he plunges his lips between my legs and gets to sucking on my cunt. The smooth, hairless lips of my pussy are so hot and slick for him that he can barely even keep me centered on his mouth, so his first order of business is licking up all my honey.
It’s an exercise in fucking futility, though. The more he licks, the wetter I get.
“God,” Chase sighs. “It’s like a bottomless fucking chalice down here, man.”
“Do what you have to,” Eric instructs him. “I’ll hold her steady.”
“Wha…what’s he going to do?” I ask, already trembling with anticipation and need.
“He’s going to make you come, you fucking cocktease,” Eric growls in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, though, he’s going to have a hard time keeping that clit where he wants it. Aren’t you, Chase?”
“Mmmmhmmmph,” Chase moans against my clit. The vibrations of his mouth buzz against my cunt, making my pussy fucking throb.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan back, riding each wave of pleasure.
“Oh fuck is right, Kara,” Eric says behind me. His lips move against my earlobe tantalizingly every time he speaks. “You’re in fucking trouble now, girl. I hope you realize that.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I don’t even know who I’m saying yes to: Eric’s teasing or Chase’s mouth.
Both, probably.
Probably both.
“Who knows what kind of dirty, fucking depraved things he’s going to have to do get you off,” Eric continues. “Right here, backstage, while all the other girls give their speeches…how’s that make you feel? We might make you scream, Kara—and then you might fuck up their performances. Is that how you like it? Is that how you want to fucking win?”
“N-no,” I say uncertainly, grinding my cunt against Chase’s mouth. “Or…I don’t know, m-maybe…”
“You dirty little bitch,” Eric hisses. “Getting your clit sucked while all those television cameras film just on the other side of this curtain. It’s a live fucking broadcast, remember? I wonder what all the people at home would think if they only knew how their clumsy little sweetheart was getting her slit swabbed by an ex-con’s tongue right now.”
“Oh—oh my god,” I whimper. My knees are fucking shaking. My cunt is just on the brink of convulsing into fucking oblivion.
But Chase’s mouth doesn’t fucking stop, and neither does Eric’s.
“Pin that fucking clit down, Chase. Make our woman squeal like the fucking whore she is.”
“Oh my god—Chase! Eric! Please…”
“You wanted this, Kara. You fucking wanted it. Coming over to us all horny like this, begging for cock and dripping with pussy juice. You smell like fucking sex, Kara. I bet even the people watching this fucking pageant at home could smell it on you. You’re a bitch in heat, honey. No wonder they fucking like you so much.”
“P-please,” I stutter. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come? No, you’re fucking not, Kara. Chase, bite this little tart’s clit for me. I want to see if she gushes as much once you’ve got that sensitive little bud rolling between your teeth.”
“Mmmph,” Chase responds. I feel the sharp edge of his teeth slide over the most sensitive part of my clit as he sucks it into his mouth—then the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as he squeezes it—just gently at first—and then with all the force of his jaw.
“AAAH!” I scream in ecstasy.
I don’t even fucking care who hears it—I’m a slut now. A horny little whore. I want everyone to know—everyone in the whole fucking audience. The whole fucking world!
“That’s it, Kara,” Eric purrs. “Now—you gonna be a good girl up on stage for us?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimper, hyperventilating.
Chase shoves two fingers into my cunt, rubbing them against my G-spot as he licks my clit between his teeth.
“You gonna behave yourself and do like Daddy tells you?”
“Mmhmm!”
“How come, baby? How come you’re such a g
ood little whore for your men?”
“B-because I want you. I want to p-please you—oh my god, oh my god—”
“What else?” Eric demands. “What else do you want?”
“I w-want to come!” I scream. “Please! PLEASE! Let me come—let me come.”
“Not yet,” Eric says.
I think my heart is going to shatter into a million fucking pieces.
I think it’s going to burst.
It’s going to explode.
“Hmm…Okay. Now,” Eric relents. “Come, Kara. Come for us, babe. Fucking COME!”
“I’m COMING!!!!!!!” I squeal, and then it’s just a wordless scream coming out of my throat. My pussy starts to gush against Chase’s mouth, and he laps it all up. The sound pouring from my lips sounds like a fucking opera singer’s crescendo—guess I picked the wrong talent.
“Good girl,” Eric’s deep, husky voice is saying in my ear. “That’s a good girl, Kara. Good girl…Good fucking girl.”
My eyelashes flutter. My whole body feels like it’s exited this dimension and entered a new, sexier one.
My cunt is throbbing, hot pink and so wet that it’s practically a sexual slip n’ slide—which makes me think that maybe I ought to try begging for dick again.
“Don’t even think about it,” Chase says, reading my fucking mind as he slides my legs off his shoulders.
He kisses me, and I can taste myself all over his fucking lips. And his chin. And his cheeks.
I end up licking him all over, rubbing my face against his like an overeager puppy, which makes him laugh.
“A girl can dream, right?”
“It’s not just a dream, Kara,” Eric says, spinning me around to face him. He licks my cum off of my cheeks, then off my lips, then claims a kiss from me for himself. “Fuck—you taste fucking good.”
“She’ll taste even better once she’s been crowned Miss Sexy USA,” Chase reminds him.
“Mm. So she will,” Eric agrees. “But until then…you’re just going to have to stew in your fucking juices, Kara.”
“Do I have to?” I whine. “Maybe I could skip the speech part…”
Look, babe, I swear. I’m not usually like this. I went two whole fucking years totally dry without Chase and Eric’s huge fucking cocks to suck and ride and keep me well-supplied with cum!