by Alexis Angel
He wanted a model for his protein shake brand—there’s a perfect fucking picture for him.
I pull myself back up and return the bar to its resting place. I wink at Chase from above, and he rewards me with an approving grin.
I squat down again onto his cock, this time with no weight. It feels so fucking good that I start bouncing up and down on him. He moans as my pussy slides on and off of his cock, watching as my big, heavy tits jiggle with the motion.
He sits himself up and wraps his arms around my body. I slide my legs to either side of his hips and wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other as he pumps into me from below, nice and deep.
He’s in so far that the tip of his cock is meeting my cervix—and even that feels insanely fucking good. All I want is him to fuck me right here, like this, forever.
I’m stimulated so quickly I’m almost caught off guard by my climax. I wail at him like a fucking banshee as his gigantic dick drills into me. My nipples are rock hard, and my nails are in Chase’s shoulders as I gush cum all over his cock, his legs, and his washboard abs.
“God fucking damn! DAMMIT, CHASE! DAMMIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I exclaim as I continue to squirt. My fluids gush from my pussy in a seemingly endless stream―slick and sticky and sweet.
As I finally come down from my orgasm’s peak, Chase is grunting and flexing hard and holding onto me tight.
“Come inside me!” I order him. “I need your cum in my fucking womb!”
He looks into my eyes and smiles as he shoots his cum into my inviting cunt. As it fills me, I moan for him and bite my lip. His load is so overwhelming that my tight pussy can’t fit it all in, and I start gushing his cum out with my own.
When he finishes, he lays back, fucking spent. I brace myself as I pull my pussy off of him. Cum leaks out immediately.
“I love you, Kara,” Chase moans, and I don’t even think it’s just the orgasm talking. I think he actually fucking means it. “Fucking love you.”
I dip two fingers down to my cunt and scoop up a decadent wad of his cum. I shove it onto my tongue and smile.
“Fucking love you, too, Chase,” I say back, shuddering at the taste of his pure, creamy cum.
“Well, there you go, you little sexy bitch,” he growls. “Are you satisfied?”
“I could always have more,” I respond playfully. “But I’m ready to finish our workout first.”
“Good,” he says. “Good girl.”
He reaches out for me and pulls me back down onto the ground with him. Our lips meet in a kiss that makes it all feel real.
“You made a mess of my fucking cock, you know,” he says, a wild glint in his eye. “Why don’t you start with some blowjob push-ups. Clean me up.”
I lick my lips, grinning down at him as he smooths a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I say.
Best workout of my fucking life.
Chapter 18
Kara
“Can you fucking believe it’s been almost two months?”
Holly-Anne looks up from where she’s scrolling through her social media pages on her phone. “Hmm?”
I throw a pillow at her—playfully, of course, because I’m getting wicked strong. “Two fucking months!”
“Since…?”
Holly-Anne gives me a vacant expression. I roll my eyes, strutting over to her with sexy swagger…you know, since I have some of that flare to give out now.
“Since I agreed to be the poster girl for Protein Plus. Duh.”
“Well, at least your boyfriends have been working your ego.” Holly-Anne sticks her tongue out at me, and I hit her with another pillow. This one gets her right in the kisser—and when she throws it back at me, I dodge it with ease.
“I’m allowed to have an ego,” I purr, bounding over and flopping down on the couch next to her. “I’ve been working my ass off, y’know? And I feel amazing.”
“Off? More like on. I saw how you filled out that tight little mini-skirt last weekend.” Holly-Anne scrutinizes me up and down and gives me an approving thumbs-up. “Kara, babe, you are hot.”
I take deep breath and pop back up off the couch. It’s like I can’t sit still. Instead, I look at myself in the mirror.
“I know. The ugly duckling becomes the swan after all. It’s not just a fairy tale.”
“Oh, fuck off. You were never an ugly duckling to begin with—more like a hot swan that’s transformed into an even hotter swan. Besides, it’s better than a fairy tale,” Holly-Anne admits. “Fairy tale princesses only get one prince. Your sexy ass has bagged two.”
I toss a knock-on-wood look over my shoulder at her, narrowing my eyes. “They’re not my princes—they’re my business partners.”
Holly-Anne rolls her eyes and shrugs. Her voice is dripping with smug sarcasm. “Right, babe—I like to exchange passionate tonsil-licking sessions with my business partners, too.”
My phone chimes, a cheerful ring that’s been happening more and more frequently lately. My notifications have been blowing up these days with people following me on social media, commenting on my pictures and statuses, and liking my every share.
I don’t want to let it get to my head, but it’s kind of fucking cool. I feel so fucking…I don’t know...validated? It’s reassuring to see how well received I’m becoming out there in what used to be a very cruel and relentless world.
It’s true, my confidence level is soaring through the fucking roof. Chase and Eric probably deserve most of the credit. I’m just the framework—and now that they’ve spiffed me up, the remodeled version looks mighty damn fine, if I do say so myself.
“I have to admit something,” I say with a seductive tone and a bite to my bottom lip.
Holly-Anne tosses her phone on the couch beside her. I have her full and total undivided attention now. Holly-Anne loves a good dishing and gossip session…a girl after my own heart.
“You’re pregnant,” Holly-Anne jokes accusingly.
“Not yet I’m not,” I giggle. “But Chase and Eric…they really do keep me busy. You know, I’m talking in and out of the gym.”
Holly-Anne claps her hands as if to say bravo and sing me glorious praises. “And sometimes in-and-out at the gym, right?”
I purse my lips and avoid her gaze, but the fucking grin on my face gives me away in an instant.
“You glorious fucking bitch,” Holly-Anne says, her voice full of awe.
“They’ve taught me all kinds of positions…if you know what I mean,” I say with a wink.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve been doing plenty of heavy lifting,” Holly-Anne winks back.
All jokes aside, I’m doing my best―I swear I am! ―to fend off these guys and keep them at bay. I mean, it’s like I have to fight them off with a stick or something. They want me as badly as I want them, but I want it to stay strictly what it is for now…fun with no strings attached.
Getting into a relationship will be too tricky, and I’m not there emotionally, not yet.
If we can keep things the way they are—casual sex and orgasms galore—that will suit us all much better than if we start to throw in emotions. No, that gets too sticky and complicated—something I’m not looking for at all.
I need to focus on my new career and soaring to new heights. I’ve built this foundation for myself from the ground up, and I’ve come too far to fuck it up by falling in love with a guy…or in this case, two fucking guys.
Who knew a couple of months ago I’d be in this position? Not my skinny ass. Although, Holly-Anne is right—with Chase and Eric’s workouts, my ass is getting nice and round. I’m loving every minute of it and just taking it all in stride.
There is one teeny-tiny, minor complication though. Um, yeah…the problem is, I’m sort of…falling for the guys anyway.
Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, I know.
I’m wincing with embarrassment even admitting it to myself—but it’s true, and unfortunately inevitable. I hate to over complicate things, but the more
time I spend with the guys, the harder it is to control my natural urges for them.
They are so fucking hot, intense, and charming. The problem is, they know it and they’re reeling me in at rapid speed.
Fuck! I’m in a world of trouble, aren’t I?
In fact, before I came home earlier, I had been with them for another late-night lift and fuck session. No wonder I look so fucking amazing! It’s probably more from all the sex than the working out at Power Plus; I’m probably burning, like, a million calories a day or something.
I notice Holly-Anne studying me as I inspect myself in the mirror.
“What?” I meet her glace through the mirror.
“You ho!” she shouts but doesn’t give me any clues at what she’s pointing at.
“…what? Why?”
Oh my god. It’s almost like she knows I’m giving in to these guys.
“Your tits.”
“What about them?” I frown and cup them through my shirt, pushing them up slightly.
“They are huge. Fuck, Kara, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, yeah, I guess…”
Holly-Anne stands up and walks over to me. “Your tits are way bigger than they used to be!”
“Come on,” she grips my hand and centers me before the mirror. “Check those puppies out!”
I laugh and gaze at myself in the mirror with more self-affection than I’d ever had before in my life.
“This is the way I always wanted to look,” I admit softly and out loud. “I never thought it would be possible though…like a dream, you know?”
I glance over at Holly-Anne. “You look like a dream,” she says. “A wet one. You should be the poster girl for great sex, too.”
I glance back at my reflection and hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. But for the first time ever, I’m actually proud of who I am now. I lift up my t-shirt to expose the tiny rolling hills on my stomach.
I mean, look: I have abs for crying out loud!
“Check her out,” Holly-Anne whistles.
“I’ve always been jealous of girls in bikinis who have thigh gaps. Can you imagine? Something so silly as a thigh gap…but now I have one, too!” I smile as I turn myself around in the mirror, observing the transition in reality.
“No wonder those two guys want a piece of that ass,” Holly-Anne quips, and I give her a taunting smirk.
She’s right, though. I have the total package. Tits, bubble ass, abs, skinny waist, and a thigh gap. Me!
But the best part is…Chase and Eric wanted me before all this, too. I feel like what I have with these guys goes beyond looks. Hell, they might have even hit this when I was at my heaviest.
“Your hair is ridiculously long, too,” Holly-Anne says and flips my locks in her hands.
“Do you think I should cut it?” I ask, knowing I’ll get an honest opinion out of Holly-Anne.
“Nah,” she shakes her head. “It looks nice on you. It helps accentuate your features.”
“Look at you talking all professional,” I tease her for her choice of words, but as I glance in the mirror, I realize my hair’s down to my waist already.
“I’ll cut it if it gets any longer,” I profess.
“If you try, I’ll tie you to your bed,” Holly-Anne threatens. “Then I’ll invite your dudes over to fuck some sense into you. It’s gorgeous, Kara.”
“Even my eyes look brighter blue,” I admit as a humbling afterthought, more to myself than to Holly-Anne.
Chase and Eric have really paved the way for me. I owe everything to them.
“I have to really work hard to keep the weight off this time.” I say it like I mean it.
“Oh, stop beating yourself up.” Holly-Anne rolls her eyes.
“Isn’t that the female nature, though?”
Holly-Anne shrugs. “We’re our worst critics. Inside and out. You are going to be a rock star tomorrow at the pageant, though. You’re gonna blow the rest of those bimbos away.”
“I can’t wait,” I admit. In all honesty, I’m so excited that it’s all I can really think about.
I’m so consumed with the fact that I’ve come this far. I’ll be arriving at the Miss Sexy USA Pageant tomorrow feeling better than ever about myself with a surge of newfound confidence.
I grab my phone, getting an idea.
“Let’s post a selfie,” I say.
Holly-Anne is never one turn down an opportunity to take a selfie, so she scoots in close to me and purses her lips sexily.
“What are we posing for?”
“We’re celebrating,” I tell her and lean in so that our cheeks are touching. “I have the perfect caption, too.”
We take several pictures and then mull over which one best shows our features, makeup, and our hair.
It’s not as easy as it looks.
It’s not just saying, one, two, three, and then, click! ―there we are, uploading a picture. No, now there are expectations and shit. We have to look the part we’re playing: sexy BFFs, one of whom is about to get naked on national television tomorrow.
Once we pick the one that makes us look the sexiest, I upload it with the caption:
Feeling sexy for Miss Sexy USA Pageant! I’m ready to bare it all ;) Thanks for all the love and support!
I seal it with a kiss emoji and hit the share button.
In a matter of minutes, I get over a hundred likes. I scroll through them with gratitude in my heart. Then, I see a name that leaves a sour taste in my mouth and makes me full of bitter contempt.
“Fucking shit,” I snarl.
“What is it?” Holly-Anne grabs the phone from me to see for herself. “Ugh. Fuck that dude.”
Ryan’s name is on my screen with a little heart next to it.
That asshole had the audacity to like my pic.
“Don’t let this get to you,” Holly-Anne advises. “He’s either trying to fuck with you before the big day, or he’s realized how bad he fucked up when he dumped you. Either way—he can eat a dick.”
“Agreed,” I say, turning my phone off for the night. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I don’t want to be thinking about the past—I want to be looking forward to my future.
To Eric. To Chase. To this insane beauty pageant they’ve gotten me into.
I push the phone aside.
“He can like my pictures all he wants, but it doesn’t mean I have to like him.”
Chapter 19
Kara
Opening day is finally here.
Not, like, for baseball. Although, I’m sure there will be plenty of cheap hotdogs and popped flies in the crowd today. Everyone watching me, whether in the crowd or on their TVs at home, is about to get to first base with Kara Gilmore.
Eat your heart out, Babe Ruth!
It’s also not opening day for, like, spreading my legs. At least, not yet. Once I get through my strip tease, I’ll be doing plenty of opening up in that sense—for all the world to see.
I’m here at the venue for Miss Sexy USA, and the competition is ridiculous. I thought I was hot―well, who am I kidding, I am hot―but there are tons of other tasty babes here, too, waiting for their claim to fame just like me.
I shake off some jitters by running in place. It makes my tits bounce up and down beneath my thin pink silk robe—no bras, girdles, or Spanx here today.
I’ve got this. I’m going to kill it out there.
I grab a Protein Plus shake—Coco-Nut—off my dressing room table and basically chug the hell out of it. I need the boost of energy; it’s fucking delicious; and―as crazy as it may sound―it makes my skin glow like I’ve been freshly fucked.
It makes me kind of horny, too, but I chalk that up to nerves. Where are Chase and Eric when you need ‘em, right?
I give myself a little pep talk for endurance purposes. Staring into the mirror, I tell myself I’m worth it.
My tits are huge, and my waist is skinny. I have curves in all the right places and I’m going to fucking slay the
competition tonight.
After I down the protein shake and tell myself I’m going to make the crowd roar with entertainment, I have enough confidence to make my trek out on the stage.
I take a look behind the curtain, peering out into the crowd.
Holy shit, there are a fuck-ton of people out there.
I take a deep breath and glance up at the rafters. If I make sure to take even, measured gasps of oxygen, I might not pass out.
I’m hoping for the best. At least Chase and Eric will be out there to give me a thumbs up and root for me.
When I hear the announcer call my name and the clapping begin, I know it’s time to make my entrance.
I slip the robe off, lick the last taste of Coco-Nut Protein Plus off of my lips, and shift my shoulders back to push my tits out.
My body is tight, pretty, freshly waxed, and ready to take the world by storm.
Watch out, America. Kara Gilmore is in the building—and she’s totally fucking naked, too.
I plant a huge smile on my face, grinning from ear to ear as I flash my pearly whites. I begin waving to the crowd, and as I notice how well-received I am, I pick up my stride, swaying my hips as sexily as possible.
I’m looking at the crowd, trying to find Eric or Chase and not paying a lick of attention to where I’m going.
This doesn’t bode well for me. When I’m paying attention, I’m as graceful as can be. When I’m not…I’m kind of a spastic klutz.
I’m horny. Wet. Naked in front of a live crowd of thousands, with even more watching at home.
There’s no big, sweeping gown for me to trip on, and the stage is completely flat―but that doesn’t stop me.
I trip over my own two feet and fucking face plant onto the stage right in front of me.
The clapping and cheering immediately halts. It’s so dead silent that I’m pretty sure that I’d able to hear a fucking pin drop all the way in the back of the room. Seriously, it’s fucking crickets in here.
My heart races, and my pulse swooshes in my ears.
My nipples are hard against the stage floor. My ass is in the air, probably flashing my tight little hole and dripping cunt at whatever poor girl is waiting to walk on behind me.