WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  “I want a turn inside of her,” Logan says.

  I let Hunter fuck me a minute longer and then I get off of him. I suck Logan to make his cock wet and then I straddle him, facing him and wrapping my arms around his neck I lower myself onto his cock which he’s aimed at my asshole.

  “It’s so tight,” he says as he begins to thrust deep inside of it.

  Hunter comes to my side and sticks his dick in my mouth. He places a hand on the back of my head and helps move my head back and forth along his cock. He’s deep throating my mouth while Logan is fucking my asshole.

  He isn’t going slow. He isn’t taking his time. He isn’t trying to build up any sort of huge release. He’s just fucking me. He’s fucking me fast and he’s getting after what he really wants. My ass. It’s really turning me on that he isn’t trying delayed gratification. We’re fucking and there’s nothing else to it besides that. The way he is fucking me, it’s hard and rough and I’m so turned on I can feel myself getting close to another orgasm.

  I suck on Hunter’s cock a little more. I make myself gag so he knows I’m deep throating him. I love the taste of his cock. I love the way it fits in my mouth. I realize I love giving head. I had never had the chance to give real head before and I’d love to make him or Logan cum in my mouth.

  “I think I’m gonna cum,” I say, between moaning and sucking Hunter.

  “Holy Shit,” Logan says as he fucks my ass harder.

  I have to take Hunter out of my mouth so that I don’t bite him. I’m bouncing too hard and the pleasure is too intense. I place my hand around Hunter so that I can still please him and I begin to rub his dick as I bounce my ass up and down on Logan’s cock.

  Logan pulls out of my ass and shoves himself in my pussy mid-bounce. Hunter comes around behind me and begins to enter my asshole.

  “Uhhh,” I moan as they both begin to fuck me.

  Logan is playing with my tits, sucking on them and enjoying them while Hunter is grabbing my ass hard, his nails digging into my skin.

  “I love both your cocks,” I say to them as both of their cocks slide in and out of me.

  Hunter grabs his cock with his hand and pulls out of my ass. He slowly aims it back inside of my ass. He does this a few times and Logan’s stopped moving beneath me. Then Hunter shoves his cock back in and they both start moving again at a quicker pace. It’s hot and I feel like I could cum again.

  I’m taking them both inside of me at the same exact time and it’s such an adrenaline rush.

  “Fuck I love your ass,” Hunter says. I look back at him and watch his face as he fucks my ass. He looks like he’s really enjoying himself and the look on his face is almost enough to send me over the edge and into another climax.

  But just when I’m about to cum, again. Both guy stop.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Switch,” Logan says.

  Hunter pulls out of me and I get off Logan. Before I turn around, I start sucking his cock. I can taste my pussy on his cock. I run my tongue from the bottom to the tip of his dick and then around the head. I open my mouth and close it around the tip. I feel him push my head down and he hits the back of my throat. I gag and pull him out and he does it again. Hunter comes around to the side of me and I switch from sucking Logan, to sucking Hunter.

  I love the feel of each of their cocks in my mouth. And I’m hoping now I can make one of them cum in my mouth. I really want to feel their warm cum in my mouth. I want to show them I can swallow. I want them to know I’m the girl that they have always truly desired.

  “Are you my dirty girl?” Logan asks as I’m sucking Hunter. I pull Hunter out of my mouth.

  “Mmhmm,” I say and then I turn around and lower my asshole onto Logan, again. I wait in anticipation for Hunter to start fucking my pussy. Both of my holes are sore and I’m tired, but I’m more turned on than anything. I can’t get enough of either of their cocks.

  I love the feeling of them each being inside of me. They’ve both fucked my holes and brought me to orgasm and something about the three of us doing it together, is really turning me on.

  My legs are spread on Logan’s. He’s in my ass and bouncing me up and down. He pauses to let Hunter get inside of me. I watch as he holds his dick in his hand and puts it up to my pussy. He goes slow at first and as he slides all the way in, both guys start fucking me.

  My tits are bouncing with the movement of both of them. I feel fully stretched out with both of them inside of me.

  “Oh yeah. I love having both of you fuck me,” I say. “It’s so fucking hot,” I yell out in pleasure as they start fucking me harder. I feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “Don’t stop. I’m so close,” I say.

  Hunter grabs my tits and starts playing with my nipples. Suddenly I feel my toes curl. I’m cumming again, for the fourth time. It’s wild and amazing. I’ve never came this many times before. Each orgasm is getting more and more powerful. My body is numb and shaking.

  As I come down from my climax, Hunter pulls out of me. Logan tells me he wants to fuck my pussy again and I turn around, climbing on top of him and facing him. I bounce up and down on his cock. I’m so wet from cumming and he’s holding onto my hips. Gripping them hard.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he says.

  “Mmm,” I moan.

  He starts fucking me harder, and then he pulls me down and I shoves his cock in my ass without warning.

  “Oh fuck!” I yell. And he starts fucking me harder. Our moans grow louder and mix together, filling the air around us. His dick is shoved deep inside of me. I can’t get enough of it. I want more.

  Hunter comes over and sticks his dick in my face. I start sucking him and can taste my pussy again. It tastes sweet and I leave my mouth open so he can start thrusting in and out of it.

  Logan is fucking my ass, helping me bounce up and down on it and then he stops and puts it in my pussy and starts fucking me hard. I go back to sucking on Hunter.

  “You’re so fucking good at that,” he says, as he thrusts himself into the back of my throat.

  I gag and pull my head back.

  “I want to fuck her,” Hunter says.

  I get off Logan wait for them to move around. Logan stands and Hunter bends me over the desk. He pushes himself into my pussy and Logan walks around to be in front of me. I take him into my mouth while Hunter continues to fuck my pussy hard. He switches to my ass, getting deep inside of it.

  “I’m gonna cum,” he says and grabs my hips. He uses his grip on my hips to help fuck my ass hole and then, I feel him pull out of me. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, examining my holes and I feel a warm liquid squirt all over my pussy and ass.

  I take Logan out of my mouth. “Mmm. That’s so hot,” I say as he finally stops cumming on my ass. It turns me on so bad how he came all over me like that. I love cum so much. Especially both of theirs.

  Logan grabs my head and I open my mouth. He starts thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, hard. It’s hot and rough and I can tell he’s getting close. He pulls out and I feel the stream of warm cum cover my face. I feel it go into my hair but I don’t really care. He’s moaning as he’s cumming on my face, and the sound is fucking hot.

  With cum dripping out of my ass and mouth, I throw my head back and close my eyes, just savouring the moment. I can’t believe that I’m inside my own office with both Hunter and Logan, and that they’ve fucked the living daylights out of me. Right now, there are thick ropes of cum hanging from my skin, beads of it dripping down to my breasts, and I can’t help but feel as if this is one of the best moments of my entire life.

  I remain like that for a moment, just catching my breath, and then exhale sharply.

  I stand up and tell them I’ll be right back. Both guys are getting dressed. I walk over to the bathroom that isn’t too far away and I use the sink to wash the cum off my face. I use a paper towel to wipe away the cum that got into my hair. I walk back out into the office area and find my clothes which had been scattered aro
und the floor throughout our various activities. I get myself dressed and look at the two of them.

  “That was amazing, thank you,” I say to them.

  They grin at me. “No, thank you,” they say together.

  Logan starts cleaning up all of the paper and pens that he threw off my desk when we first started fucking and I bend down to help him.

  “Careful how you bend down,” Hunter says to me.

  I look at him over my shoulder. “Why?”

  “Because it might cause you to get fucked all over again,” he says.

  A feel a chill run down to my pussy. “Is that so?” I ask.

  He nods his head. I bite my lip and go back to helping Logan. We get all of my things picked up and placed back on my desk.

  “You didn’t have to help,” Logan says. “I was the one who knocked everything on the floor.”

  “Yeah but it’s my stuff, and I’m a little anal about where it goes.”

  I watch it dawn on him what I said.

  “You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he says and grabs my ass. He gives me a rough, passionate kiss. Then Hunter quickly does the same thing.

  How the hell did I go from single and lonely to fucking the two most eligible bachelors in the States?

  Hunter

  “Another scotch, sir?” the bartender asks me and I wave to the glass. I’m sitting at the bar of the Intercontinental Hotel in Midtown. Mainly because I have no idea where else to go today.

  See I was supposed to meet this fucking slut that came by the gym a while ago. Some wife of some fucking high and mighty Manhattan hedge fund manager. Gimme a fucking break. Not so fucking high and mighty if his wife is going around looking for other cocks to suck, you know what I mean?

  But then Natalie happened.

  That’s right. Natalie fucking happened. Or I fucked Natalie.

  And the walls of Jericho came tumbling down.

  Basically, in a nutshell that’s exactly what fucking happened. Overnight I knew in my heart of fucking hearts that my world was never going to be the fucking same. No more banging random fucking broads. No more one night stands.

  I’ve fallen for a woman that I shared at the same time with another fucking man.

  I take a sip of the scotch and lean back.

  Yeah, I curse a lot. What the fuck are you going to do about it? You would have stopped reading much earlier if it bothered you that bad.

  Besides, you’re probably wondering how we even get to a happily ever after, after what happened the other day. I mean, for all you know the three of us fucking might just have been the HEA that you were looking for.

  All this is probably some fucking extended epilogue.

  I mean, how’s this shit going to work? Logan and I fuck Natalie at the same time? She spends Monday night with me and Tuesday night with him? He moves into my apartment? I mean, if I have Natalie, I want her all the fucking time. I don’t know if I can share forever.

  I mean, how does that even work? What happened with Logan and me with Natalie the other day…It was…

  I take another sip of the scotch. I have no fucking clue what to think.

  But if it could happen once, then it could maybe happen again, couldn’t it? Don’t get me wrong. It was intense. It was raw. There wasn’t any thought that went into it. We didn’t go in thinking hey, we’re going to both fuck this woman at the same time. The only thing that guided our motions and our movements was lust.

  If it happened once, it could happen again.

  But if it happened again, then what does that mean about me and fucking Logan. Is it maybe time to see if it’s worth burying the hatchet?

  I mean, I know he was hurting too. After Sarah. After everything. We both took her death pretty hard. People change. Maybe Logan has changed enough that we can go back to the fucking relationship we had when I first joined the fraternity. The friendship. The brotherhood.

  I pull out my phone and flick to Logan’s number. I never got rid of it. I always kept it. Despite everything that motherfucker ever did to me, I never got rid of it.

  He’s probably somewhere in the city. He could come over to the hotel bar. Have a drink. Maybe take a first step towards repairing this fucking chasm we’ve built over the years.

  Fuck it, I’m going to call him.

  I take another sip of my drink when my eye catches the television. It’s on mute but I can read the headline.

  “Turn up the volume,” I point to the television and command the bartender. He takes a look at the screen, looks at me, and nods. His face has gone white.

  The volume to the Sports Network comes on.

  “Sources inside the Gazette are telling us that the two premier boxing titans of the world have a deeper history than the world has ever imagined,” the network anchor begins and my heart fucking stops. I swear to you, it fucking stops.

  Although, not sure why I should be surprised. The headline that I saw that made me ask to turn up the volume? Its still there. Reading: “Hunter and Logan. Two of Boxing’s Heavyweights Linked By College Tragedy.”

  How the fuck did they ever find this shit out?

  No one fucking knows.

  Someone must have fucking gone through my shit.

  I look at my phone, my vision turning red. But I don’t call Logan. I flip the contacts to get to Richard, my agent. It rings twice and he picks up.

  “You see the fucking news about me, Rich?” I ask right as he picks up the phone. No need for a fucking hello.

  “Are you surprised, Hunter?” comes the question right back at me. Almost as if he’s expecting it.

  “What you talking about, dude?” I’m curious. In my head I wonder as to everyone that knows about this shit. There’s Sarah’s family. Logan and me. A handful of fraternity brothers who have never said shit so far.

  And Natalie. Who works at the fucking Gazette.

  Is Richard talking about Natalie?

  “You see what that bitch at the Gazette’s been doing? Profiling Logan?” Richard asks and I frown as I hear his words through the phone. “I guaran-fucking-tee you that Logan got some decent press coverage and got his panties in a twist because you’re the bigger star, baby.”

  Fuck. Pretty boy Logan. It makes sense. But why?

  I don’t get a chance to ask or even think.

  “He wants to fucking fight you in the ring I bet,” my agent says. “Wants to finally settle the score that you guys started so long ago. Now that he’s famous, he thinks he can do anything.”

  I mean he was famous before, but I think I understand the reasoning. He’s got Natalie at his side, pumping up his ego.

  “Natalie,” I almost whisper. And Richard picks up on it.

  “And that bitch Natalie – the reporter – been very close to Mr. Logan the last few days. They hung around the offices of the Gazette. The two of them, Hunter, would absolutely fucking do something like this,” Richard states.

  Logan the greedy fucker who absolutely will do whatever it takes for a multi-million dollar payout. Yeah, I can totally fucking see that. But Natalie? Working with that jackass?

  Breaks my fucking heart.

  Without another word, I hang up. Every fiber in my body is telling me to go find them. Find Logan. Punch him in the fucking mouth. Finish what I started that day Sarah ran out.

  Natalie isn’t like Sarah. She made her choice where Sarah couldn’t. And looks like Natalie picked Logan.

  That’s fine. I’m not going to go track him down and kick his ass in front of her.

  No.

  I’m going to go and destroy Logan where it hurts the most.

  The ring.

  Logan

  I step out of the shower, and towel myself off. The steam has fogged up the mirror, and I wipe it away with the palm of my hand. Now I can see my face.

  It's my father's face. The chiseled jaw line, strong brow. I even have his eyes and matching crease across my forehead.

  You're a champion. Stay focused. Don't lose sight of the end goal.


  The words of my father run through my mind again. "When you've completed 95 percent of your journey, you're only halfway there."

  I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into the living room. The TV is on, and I see the Sports Network flash across the screen. The volume is up and I reach for the remote to silence it. But before I can do that, I stop when I hear what they're discussing.

  “Sources inside the Gazette are telling us that the two premier boxing titans of the world have a deeper history than the world has ever imagined,” the network anchor says. "Few people know the tragedy that has haunted them both since college."

  My body goes tense and for a few seconds, it feels like I'm holding my breath.

  It's like I'm underwater and the pressure of it is pressing down on my chest.

  I force myself to exhale.

  Why is the Sports Network talking about Hunter and I?

  I put the remote down. I refuse to silence the volume now.

  The headline is still on the screen. It reads: “Hunter and Logan. Two of Boxing’s Heavyweights Linked By College Tragedy.”

  What the fuck is going on? How do the Sports Network anchors know about this?

  No one fucking knows the history that Hunter and I share. Not even those closest to us. The only person who knows is Hunter himself.

  And then it hits me. There's only one other person who knows: Natalie.

  A familiar sense of rage wells up inside of me.

  I need to see Natalie.

  I quickly dress and grab my keys, immediately driving to Natalie's place.

  Within moments I'm knocking on her door. I hear her footsteps approach the door and then she answers.

  "What are you doing here?" she smiles.

  Instead of returning the smile, I give her a solemn look.

  "Do you have anything to do with it? Tell me the truth," I say.

  She stares at me, speechless. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

  "Cut the crap. It's all over TV."

  She shakes her head, and opens her door a little wider. "Why don't you come inside," she says, motioning inside of her studio.

  I step in and immediately notice the small size of her place. She wasn't kidding when she said she could fit everything in the space between my fridge and dining table.