by Alexis Angel
“And before she made us cum with it, too.” Eric looks me in the eyes and bites his lip. “What’s wrong, Kara? Don’t you want it?”
“You know I fucking do,” I say up to him. “Come for me, guys. Come all over my mouth!”
I tighten my fists around their cocks and start pumping like a madwoman. They each grab my head, winding their fingers up in my hair, but I’m stroking them too fucking good. They can try to pull my mouth to their dicks, but I hold steady.
The looks on their faces are pure fucking ecstasy. Perfect.
“Fuck, Kara,” Chase groans, his sexy lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Gonna come, Kara,” Eric warns me. “Gonna come all over that pretty fucking face and—aaagh!”
Eric blows his load first, and Chase starts right after—like he doesn’t want to be left behind.
I close my eyes as rope after rope of hot, salty cum launches at my face. When they’re done with me, I look like a hot little Ferrari in the car wash just before the rinse cycle. I’m fucking dripping with their thick, creamy love juice.
It’s fucking everywhere, too—not just on my face, but on my neck and tits, too. I run my tongue over my lips, slurping up as much as I can get.
I pull their cocks to my mouth, pumping and sucking out every last drop. As I start to feel them soften in my fists, I raise my hands to my eyelids, wiping the cum away from my eyelashes and blinking up at them in ecstasy.
“Wow,” I say, licking the cum off my fingers. God, it’s so fucking delicious. Like the yummy creamy part of a banana cream pie. “A workout and a facial. You boys sure do know how to treat a lady.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Eric says, grinning darkly.
I have one set of fingers in my mouth and the other on my neck, rubbing their cum onto my skin. But when I look down, I see that they’ve taken themselves into their fists again—and I know then, that was only round one.
“Don’t tell me you’re already full, Kara.” Chase chuckles.
I shake my head no as they grab my elbows, pulling me to my feet.
“Actually,” I say with a little giggle, “I have two empty holes that really need a good filling. Know anyone who could help?”
“You little fucking slut,” Eric says, laughing and shaking his head like he can’t even believe I’m real.
“I know just the men for the job,” Chase says with a wink.
Behind them, the Miss Sexy Universe footage is still playing on the screen. I watch as naked woman after naked woman prances across the stage in her heels, posing before breaking into the talent portion of the pageant.
There are naked fire twirlers, naked chainsaw jugglers, and about twelve different women who think that a special talent is being able to launch a ping pong ball out of their snatch.
Is there any way I could compete with all that? Fuck, probably not, right? Like, I’m not the kind of girl who’s ever juggled anything more complex than a daily schedule.
I’m a former model, not a former circus performer. All I’m good at is putting clothes on and taking them off again—
Which Chase and Eric promptly begin working on while I’m otherwise distracted by a 6’4” Brazilian woman riding a dildo unicycle.
Chase peels my workout tights off of my body, growling sexily when he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. Eric gets to work on my sports bra, unzipping it at the front and pulling it away from my arms.
“You boys work fast,” I mention as I find myself naked just like that. “I could have used you to save time during go-sees back in my modeling days, you know.”
“Chase and I were Army Rangers when we met,” Eric admits, capturing my chin and pulling me into a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, there’s cum smeared across his handsome, sexy cheek, and I lean in to lick it off.
God. Fuck. He’s delicious.
So fucking delicious.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that when there’s a mission at hand…we’re pretty fucking snappy about seeing it through.” Chase lowers his mouth to my neck, scooping up cum with his tongue and passing it into my mouth as he claims his own kiss from me. “Especially when the payoff is seeing your sexy ass naked again…fuck, I can hardly believe these tits, man.”
They each take one of my breasts in their hands, groping them while they pump their cocks. I close my eyes and lean into them, just enjoying the feel of being manhandled.
“So good I’m surprised that they’re real,” Eric admits.
And like, okay, I fucking preen at that compliment. That was one of the best parts of gaining the weight in the first place, you know? Maybe the only good part—my tits got bigger. At first I was scared of losing weight because I didn’t want them to shrink.
But thank fuck for good genetics and luck, because as of right now, they’re the only place that I managed to not lose weight. Now I get to be a skinny bitch with big tits—with two sexy men to handle them.
“I’m still amazed that you’re real, Kara,” Chase says, claiming my mouth again.
I have to tilt my chin up to meet his lips; he’s so fucking tall. Doing so only pushes my chest out even more, which gives Eric the perfect opportunity to suck one of my hard, pink nipples into his mouth.
“You’re like something out of a fantasy,” Eric admits, popping my nipple out of his mouth for just a moment then going back in with teeth.
“For both of us,” Chase growls against my lips.
“Perfect fucking woman.”
“Perfect fucking body…”
“Okay, okay,” I gasp. “You can fuck me now.”
I’m trying to play it cool, but fuck—I can smell how wet I am. I’m sure they can, too.
Eric’s fingers dart between my legs, stroking against my clit. When he pulls them away, they’re so coated with my honey that a long string of it attaches his fingers to my pussy lips.
“Can we, now?” Eric chuckles, pressing his fingers against my lips. “Why, Kara, how fucking generous of you.”
I suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself.
Fuck. I taste so fucking good. Almost as good as Chase and Eric do.
“It’s cute, really,” Chase growls, moving behind me. He puts one of his massive, strong hands on my shoulders and spins me around, then he hooks his fingers beneath my thighs. “You fuckin’ tease us with this hot little body of yours then act like you have a choice.”
Then he does something that plus-size Kara could have only dreamed of.
He lifts me up off the fucking ground, positions me over his cock, and then fucking lowers me onto it.
His dick is like…huge. It’s even huger than I remember it—and I had that bad boy in my mouth just a few seconds ago. I gasp as he enters me with the thick, throbbing tip. Even just that—just the tip—that’s enough to have me on the brink of orgasm fucking immediately.
And there are still eleven more inches of hard, plump man meat left to go.
“That’s right, Kara,” Chase growls. “Fucking gasp for me.”
“Oh, my god,” I pant, wrapping my arms around his neck. What is it about having a dick inside me that makes me desperate for something to hold onto?
I don’t even fucking know—I just find myself running my fingers through his hair and pulling it at the roots to try and find some fucking purchase. “Chase—it’s…it’s…”
“Fucking huge?” Eric moves behind me now, his fingers curling around my hips. “Haven’t heard that one before.”
They laugh, because obviously, sarcasm. God, they must hear it all the fucking time. They know they’ve got massive cocks—and they know how to use them, too.
“D-do you guys always double team women like this?” I say, trying to fight off an orgasm. Because I know that the second I start coming around Chase’s cock, I’m not going to be rational anymore. I’ll end up agreeing to whatever the fuck they ask of me.
And knowing these two, getting me naked on stage for the Miss Sexy Universe pageant is only the beginni
ng of their sexy evil plans.
“Sometimes,” Eric answers. His fingers stroke up and down my hip bones, sending little spikes of pleasure shivering through my pelvis. “But they’re not usually so fucking mouthy about it.”
“Christ—or this tight,” Chase moans, thrusting his cock another inch into my wet, aching cunt. “You’d think this tight little pussy doesn’t want to take my cock. Shit, man,” he says to Eric. “She’s wrapped around me so tight I don’t think I can get in any deeper.”
I shudder in ecstasy. Two fucking inches. That’s as much of Chase as I can take right now—which means I still have ten more to go.
“I think I can help with that,” Eric says darkly.
Then he takes me by the fucking hips and shoves me down on Chase’s cock.
My world erupts into pleasure as my pussy swallows Chase whole.
Chase leans back against the big, broad windows of Eric’s office, the ones overlooking the rest of the gym, as an orgasm hits me like a prize fighter aiming for a knockout. He fucking K.O.s me with orgasm—like, holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my fucking life.
I moan like a bitch as Chase jackhammers into my soaked, spasming cunt. I let go of his hair and curl my fingers around his neck, breathing him in with every ragged, orgasmic gasp. He smells like sweat and sex and, man, and I can’t get enough of him.
I slap my palm against the window as I come, and I don’t even fucking care who sees.
Actually…
The only person in the gym downstairs right now is another woman. She’s got to be about the weight I was when I was at my heaviest, and I can see her hit her breaking point as I ride out the orgasm Chase is giving me.
She hops up off her exercise bike and throws down her towel, looking just as frustrated and exhausted as I know I would have been at that weight.
But then, for a second, she looks up.
And I look down at her.
And she sees me.
She sees me, up in Eric’s office, with my leg wrapped around the waist of one very buff billionaire while another removes his shirt and strokes his cock, watching.
For a second, our eyes meet—mine wide with pure fucking pleasure, hers wide with awe.
Then Eric presses his cock against my ass and fucking hilts himself in me, and from there on out, it’s a blur.
I don’t know who’s watching us.
I don’t know how many times they make me come.
I’m fully, completely in the moment—immersed in touch and sound.
“Fuck, Kara!” Eric growls. “This tight little ass of yours is going to make me fucking come.”
“Take it,” Chase is grunting in my ear. “Take my fucking cock, Kara. Milk my fucking cock with your tight little cunt—”
And all I can do is scream for them, over and over again as my fists pound against Chase’s broad, muscled shoulders, and Eric’s hands wrap around my throat: “YES! YES!!!!!! OH MY GOD! CHASE! ERIC! YESYESYESYESYES!”
They flood both my holes with cum until it’s gushing out of me and running down my thighs. And once they pull out, lowering me to the ground once more and passing me back and forth for kiss after kiss, I drop to my knees.
I drop to my knees like a slutty fucking whore and suck their cocks clean, licking up every last bit of cum.
It’s only then—once I’ve got every fucking drop of their perfect, delicious cum on my tongue and down my throat—that I think to see if that woman is still watching.
She’s not, as it turns out. But she is back on the exercise bike, peddling her fucking heart out.
When our eyes meet again, I shoot her a smile—despite the two cocks still pressed against my lips.
She shoots me one back. We don’t need words to communicate with each other—those grins say the exact same thing:
You go, girl.
Chapter 12
Kara
Eric drives his Tesla a little too fast, and Chase can’t seem to keep his hands off me as they give me a ride home.
The trunk and the back seat of the car are filled to capacity with all twelve flavors of Protein Plus shakes. When I told them I wanted as much of their yummy, cummy protein shakes as I could drink, they seriously fucking listened.
Part of me thinks that they just get off on knowing that even when they’re not around, I’ll be guzzling their cum. But then again, it kind of turns me on, too, so I’m not going to complain about my lifetime supply.
“You’ve got the prettiest fuckin’ shoulders, girl,” Chase purrs, pressing a kiss onto one of my shoulder blades. Since the car is filled to the brim with Protein Plus, there was only one place left for me to sit: on Chase’s lap in the passenger seat.
“Glad you like them,” I preen. I’m so fucking amped from all the orgasms they’ve given me that I’m suddenly just as cocky as they are―which could be dangerous, I guess, if I wasn’t enjoying it so much.
“Good enough to eat,” Chase growls.
“Ow!” I yelp, then I giggle as he bites into my shoulder like a fucking animal or something.
“Don’t make me turn this car around,” Eric warns us.
As his hand finds my thigh, I can’t imagine that he’s too serious about that. Probably, he’s just jealous he can’t be nibbling on my shoulders, too.
...unless he means, like, he’s going to turn the car around and take me back to his place for more hot fucking.
Actually, I bet that’s exactly what he means.
Oh, god. I’m way in over my head with these men. And honestly, babe…I kind of fucking love it. There’s no better place to be in all the world—no place I would rather be.
Especially considering the way Chase’s dick is pressing against my ass as Eric hits a pothole—deliberately, too, I bet.
Fuck. These men are insatiable, and it’s fucking catching, too.
This is the most attention I’ve gotten from men in years. Maybe like…ever.
Sure, I had my fair share of admirers when I was modeling, but I always had this nagging fucking feeling that they just had some kind of big girl fetish, y’know?
Some of the creepy-ass messages I used to get were, “Kara, baby, sit on my face and suffocate me with that fat ass,” and “Hey, sweetheart, wanna go whaling?”
I could never tell if they were hitting on me or insulting me.
Probably, it was both.
But all of that’s gone now, and instead, I’m riding an expensive car with two super-buff billionaire fitness moguls who like to pump me full of their candy cum.
Those creepy dudes on the internet are probably still in their mommies’ basements, rubbing their Cheeto-dust fingers all over their tiny little pricks.
We pull up to my apartment, and I consider inviting them inside. Like, I’m not saying that I’m in desperate need of another taste of their dicks right now or anything…
But then Eric hits the pothole right in front of the building, and Chase twists my nipple beneath my tank top.
On second thought, that’s exactly what I need.
But then I remember—Holly-Anne. She already gave me enough shit about fucking the dudes at the gym the last time I came back all post-orgasmic and glowy.
While I’m hungry for a round two with Chase and Eric, I’m not exactly looking forward to a round two of horny story time with Holly-Anne right now.
Eric grabs the door for me, and Chase pops our seat belt off. With a thrust of his hips, he has me tumbling out of the car and right into Eric’s arms.
“Look at you.” I giggle. “Always there to catch me when I fall.”
“For a pretty thing like you, I always will be,” Eric says, stealing another kiss. He tastes amazing—of fucking course he does. Everything about these guys is too delicious to be real.
“It’s a privilege, really,” Chase says.
Eric pushes me back into Chase’s arms, and then I’m spinning. Chase cups my jaw in his big, calloused hand as he steals a kiss of his own.
Oh, they’re r
eal, alright. I just can’t let Holly-Anne see us like this, or else I’ll never hear the fucking end of it.
But before I can inform them that I’ll carry the protein shakes in by myself, they’ve already got the trunk popped open and half a dozen boxes in each of their arms.
“Oh, guys, no,” I protest. “It’s okay. I’ll carry them in. You don’t need to—”
The fuckers just laugh at me, though.
“They’re heavy boxes, Kara,” Chase tells me.
“You’re not quite on our level when it comes to heavy lifting,” Eric adds with a wink. “Yet.”
I’m about to argue—after all, their twelve-inch dicks are pretty fucking heavy, and I lifted those just fine—but then I try to pick up a box of my own, and I can’t even get it up out of the trunk.
“Okay,” I relent. “But only because you’re so hot.”
“Did you hear that, man?” Chase chuckles.
“A supermodel thinks we’re hot.” Eric laughs. “If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that…”
I roll my eyes, jogging ahead of them so I can unlock the front door. “You’re already billionaires. You don’t fucking need it.”
When I pop the front door open, I’m mortified—but not exactly surprised.
“HELL YEAH!” Holly-Anne roars, a slice of pizza in one hand and the hair of the pizza delivery guy clutched in the other. He’s humming his ABCs between her legs, and from the looks of things, she’s wearing his delivery cap. “EAT MY PUSS, BABY! GO ON, EAT IT—YEAH, BABE, JUST LIKE—oh, hey Kare-bear!”
Of course, Chase and Eric pile in behind me before I can warn them that my sort-of roommate is getting head in our living room.
“You must be Holly-Anne,” Eric says, shooting her his shiniest billion-dollar smile.
“Huh. I didn’t know Pizza World did oral sex on delivery,” Chase says with an amused little snort.
“Oh, god. Sorry, guys. This is…I’m not even going to pretend it’s unusual,” I say, burying my face in my hands. “Just put the boxes over here.”
While Holly-Anne gives the pizza dude his tip and Lucy tries to get the pizza box open, Chase and Eric move all of the boxes of Protein Plus shakes into the kitchen.