by Alexis Angel
“Do you want it inside you?” Eric asks, as if he doesn’t already know.
“Fuck yes I do!” I exclaim.
“Good, you little slut,” he replies, as he pushes his cock against my asshole. He slides it inside of me slowly, and I relax my ass, letting him go deeper and deeper.
As he starts to pump into me, I’m on the edge from Chase’s mouth and fingers fucking my pussy. I moan loud and intensely, my voice echoing through the gym. Shit, the buildings across the street probably hear me being fucked by these two.
But I don’t fucking care. I’m so fucking happy to have these guys giving me all of their attention and making sure I’m satisfied.
I come all over Chase’s face. His lips are pressed against my pussy lips, letting all of my cum flow right into his mouth. He laps up every bit of it.
He pecks his lips against my clit before standing up. He licks his lips before pushing them against mine and kissing me passionately, the taste of my cunt ever-present on his mouth, with little hints of his cum as well.
As we make out, I’m moaning from Eric fucking my ass. He’s thrusting deep and slow, letting me feel every movement.
Chase’s cock is rock-hard and pressed against my leg as we continue kissing. I nibble his lip, and when he pulls away from our kiss, I bite my own lip and peer down at his crotch.
“You want some more, you naughty little bitch?” he asks, adoringly.
“Of course I do, sir,” I say quickly.
“I knew you would, you dirty little slut,” he responds with a wide grin.
He positions his cock at my cunt and shoves it right in. I have Eric fucking me from behind and Chase fucking me in front. Their cocks are so big I can feel them both pressing against each other, the only thing separating them a thin strip of flesh between my ass and my pussy.
Their bodies are pressed tightly against mine, and they’re picking up their pace, their thrusting matching one another.
They both hump harder and faster, gripping into different places of my body. Eric’s hands reach around and grope my big, heavy tits.
Chase’s hands are cupping my ass cheeks, spreading them further apart and letting Eric get deeper into my ass. All the while, they’re both sucking on my neck on either side as they’re plowing into both of my holes.
I’m so fucking full of cock and cum, and I couldn’t be happier. Every time I move my arms, I remember I’m still tied up. The silks are starting to chafe against my skin, but it’s a pleasurable, erotic stinging that complements the raw, passionate fucking.
As they continue to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me, my vision goes fuzzy, and I know I’m close. As I feel my orgasm building up inside of me, I also feel their cocks throbbing hard and twitching with each thrust into me.
“I’m coming!” I shout. They both grab me harder and fuck me as hard and as quickly as they’re able. I let out a long, extreme moan as I gush cum all over again, squirting it all over both of their cocks.
I pant and grip the silks as my muscles start to relax, and the post multi-orgasm fatigue starts to set in. I smile and enjoy the sensations of their cocks still pumping hard into me.
“I’m coming,” I hear both of them shout almost at the same time. Eric’s cum spills into my ass, gushing so hard it comes bursting right back out as fast as it leaves his cock into me.
Chase’s cum explodes into my cunt, burst after burst. These two have such a massive supply of cum, my little pussy and ass just can’t house it all. I have it all dripping down my legs, down my feet, and even pooling on the floor below me.
When they finish coming and catch their breath, they untie me and help me back to the floor. The first thing I do, because I just can’t let it go to waste, is wipe their cum from my legs and deposit it onto my tongue.
Their cum is a fucking drug, and I just can’t get enough. I look at Eric and Chase, standing in front of me. They’re proud of the uninhibited slut I’ve become for them. Their smiling faces say it all.
Fuck, I’m proud of the girl I’ve become, too. The two of them bring the best out of me, and it’s becoming harder and harder to picture anything without them.
And I’m okay with that.
Chapter 26
Eric
Silly little bitch could’ve leaned her seat back if she wanted to sleep for the whole flight to Tokyo…but dammit if Kara isn’t too fucking sweet, resting her pretty blonde head on Chase’s shoulder instead, with her slender little fingers wrapped around mine.
My only regret is that Kara is missing all the luxuries of the private first-class suite we booked for the three of us. Cost a small fortune, but that’s the perk of having more money than you know what to do with—and after Kara’s performance at Miss Sexy USA, Chase and I are richer than ever.
Protein Plus has been flying off the shelves since its launch a few weeks ago—and it would be wrong to think that Kara Gilmore didn’t have a hand in that.
Her sexy little strip-tease, her incredible speech—even that devastating fall during the parade portion of the pageant ensured that all eyes were on our girl for the entire fucking broadcast.
Every bastard watching wanted to fuck Kara when she was up there at the mic, her perfect, nude body sparkling in the spotlight and a profession of her love for Chase and me on her lips.
I’d kill every last one of them for even fucking thinking about it if it was at all feasible to do so. Hell, I’m a clever guy. I could find a way.
I still fucking might.
But more importantly, every woman who tuned into the pageant wanted to be Kara that day. It’s not just her social media pages blowing up anymore—no, now she’s a topic of conversation on the morning talk shows and the nightly news, too.
And the whole fucking time, every single one of those bitches saw that Protein Plus had a hand in making Kara shine so fucking bright. We’ve had to ramp up production to insane levels just to keep up with demand.
Unfortunately for our customers, they’ll never quite have what Kara has. It’s not just about appearances with this girl—even if I do want to rip her fucking clothes off and lift her up and down on my cock while we’re miles fucking high.
Kara’s fucking special. End of story. I’ve never met a woman as witty as her, as clever or as charming—and I know Chase feels exactly the same.
“I really do fucking love her, you know,” he says like he’s reading my fucking mind—but softly. Gently. So she doesn’t wake up.
“So do I,” I agree. “Which is why—I mean, we’re still good, right?”
Chase picks up what I’m putting down. Always fucking does.
“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, man,” he says. “She loves us both. We both love her. If I’ve gotta share her with anyone, I’m glad that it’s you.”
“I feel the same way, bro,” I say, squeezing Kara’s little hand in mine. “I think…Fuck, it sounds idiotic coming out of my mouth—”
“Most things do.”
“I think she brings us together. Shit was good before, but…”
“It’s fuckin’ perfect now,” Chase agrees. “Why fuck with a good thing when we know how fuckin’ good we’ve got it?”
“Exactly. So we agree, then.”
“She’s ours,” Chase affirms. “But if any other bastard so much as fuckin’ looks at her wrong…”
“We snap his fucking neck and see how your mafia connections feel about getting rid of the body.”
“They would,” Chase muses. “Fuckers owe me one.”
We don’t often talk about Chase’s dark past, even though he’s obviously made peace with that shit. After we came back from the Middle East, we all went our separate ways.
But when I decided I was launching a fitness empire…well, I would have been an idiot not to reconnect with him. What makes a gym look tougher than being partially owned by a former mafia hit-man and ex-con?
Power Plus got Chase back on his feet after prison, and now it’s made us billionaires. The Protein Plus line is
just going to propel us even higher—and with Kara at our side, who knows what else we can do?
Sky’s the fucking limit—which is saying something, since we’re already miles over the Pacific as we speak.
“Can I get you boys anything?” the flight attendant asks, poking her head into the suite for what must be the fifteenth fucking time in the last hour.
“What did I tell you last time?” I ask.
“Well, you said no, but—” she licks her lips, staring at me, then at Chase, and then back to me again.
“Nothing’s changed,” I inform her. “We’ll ring you if we need anything—but more likely than not, we won’t.”
If Kara was awake, I’d show this slut of a flight attendant exactly how little we need her nosy ass poking around in our private suite. Let her walk in on Kara’s sexy ass bouncing up and down on my 12-inch dick—we’d see what this bitch thought she could fucking do for us then.
I figured my brush-off would have been enough to send the flight attendant packing, truth be told—but nope. She’s still fucking here, sliding her tongue over that gaudy red lipstick she’s got painted all over her lips and trying to think of a reason to linger for a little longer.
“Is that, um...Is that Kara Gilmore? From Miss Sexy USA?”
I nod, and Chase stays fucking still as a statue. He looks bored, honestly, but I also know that he’s making an effort not to move so he doesn’t wake up the angel sleeping on his shoulder right now.
“I recognized her from the pageant,” the flight attendant admits. “I was…um. I was there. When she fell and everything—you were the guys who ran onto the stage and helped her up, right?”
I nod again. I don’t need to enter a fucking dialogue with this bitch—I just need her to say her piece so she can leave us in peace.
“And when she gave that speech…it was you two she was talking about, wasn’t it?”
I nod. Fucking Christ. Leave, bitch. My angel is sleeping—I wouldn’t mind getting a little shut eye with her. It’s fucking dumb, but if Kara isn’t awake, I fancy the idea of meeting her in my dreams.
“Wow,” the flight attendant breathes. “Two guys at once…and you’re the best sex she’s ever had.” She bites her lip, trying to get at something. Two fucking guesses at what. “I wonder what that’s like,” she says softly as her fingertips toy with the buttons of her shirt.
“Not interested,” I inform her.
I see all her dreams and fantasies come crashing down around her. Just like that.
“P-please?” she says, shifting tactics.
She looks fucking desperate now. I almost feel bad for her…but fuck. On Kara, desperation is the sexiest thing in the world. Like she’d do anything to come or to get at our cum.
On this woman, it just looks sad.
“Flattered,” I tell her, trying to let her down gently. “But not interested.”
“I-I’ll do anything,” she whispers, coming closer. “Anything you want. I swear—you can even…” She looks around, like she’s so embarrassed that she wants to make sure that no one else is listening. “You can even put it in my ass, if you want.”
I try and fail to suppress a laugh.
I’ve been in Kara’s sexy ass every day of the fucking week lately. As has Chase.
“I don’t think you understand me,” I say firmly. “This isn’t going to end the way you want it to end.”
“Trot back out that door,” Chase suggests, just as firm. “Don’t come back in here again, and we’ll all just forget that this ever happened. Capice?”
“Oh…god. Wow,” she breathes. “You’re even hotter than I imagined. Look, please. Please fuck me? Pretty…pretty please? I could…I could suck you off. She wouldn’t even know. Our little secret. Just one taste!”
She looks on the verge of fucking tears. Like she’s going to cry like a bitch if she doesn’t get at our cocks right fucking now.
Then, something fucking occurs to me.
Something that I would deeply prefer not to be true.
“Have you been drinking Protein Plus?” I ask, keeping my cool.
She nods eagerly, like she thinks she’s finally found some kind of purchase in this conversation.
“Every day,” she professes. “Every day, ever since I saw her there at that pageant.”
“Right,” I say, sharing a look with Chase.
Fuck, his look says to me.
And mine says fuck right back.
“You should go,” Chase suggests, even more firmly than earlier.
“B-but,” she simpers. “The blowjobs? Just really quick—my boyfriend says I’m good, I promise—”
“Go,” Chase growls, and finally, that does it.
I can hear her fucking crying on the way out, too.
“We’ve gotta tell Kara,” I say as soon as the flight attendant is gone.
“Agreed,” Chase says. “She’s been drinking those fucking things more than anyone—”
“And if they’re making complete strangers this fucking desperate for us…”
We both look down to the gorgeous blonde sleeping on Chase’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” he says. “Then who knows what they’re doing to her.”
“As soon as she wakes up,” I say. “We tell her.”
“Even if we don’t know for sure,” Chase agrees. “As soon as she wakes up.”
Chapter 27
Chase
“Morning, sunshine,” I say as Kara’s long, thick eyelashes flutter open, alerting me that she’s awake.
“Soooo sleepy,” Kara mumbles, curling back up against my shoulder and shutting those pretty blue eyes away from the world again.
I should have fucking slept during the flight, but fuck, man. She looked so fucking sweet, sleeping on my shoulder like that, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I don’t even know what I was watching her for. Maybe in case she had, I don’t know, a nightmare or some shit.
Maybe because she’s just too fucking pretty to look at—especially when she’s not running that sassy fuckin’ mouth at me for once.
I can hardly fucking believe the man that I’ve become since I fell for this fuckin’ girl. If she was anyone else—literally any other little slut in the entire fucking world—I’d be worried she was making me go soft.
Lucky fuckin’ me, though, all Kara’s ever done is made me rock fuckin’ hard.
“Kara, babe,” Eric says, leaning in to kiss her forehead and smooth her hair behind her ear. “Wake up—we’ve just landed, and there’s something we ought to tell you before we get off the plane.”
“I don’t wanna,” she pouts, still all adorable and sleepy and shit. “Just carry me off the plane—I’m napping here.”
Eric and I share a look.
We both fucking saw how that flight attendant reacted around us, and we both fucking know what’s at stake if we’re right about why.
If Protein Plus is making women that fucking crazy for our cocks, it might mean that Kara’s under its influence, too.
In fact, at the rate she’s been chugging those fucking things, it definitely means she is.
Fuck, man. A woman this fucking hot, this sexy and liberated, this fucking horny, and this willing to take both of us at once?
Kara could have any man in the goddamn world.
If she’s only with us because we’ve fucking brainwashed her with our cum shakes, I’ll be fucking crushed.
But it’s best if we bite the bullet now. Tell her, get her off the fucking things, and let her sort it out.
“Kara, babe,” I say, trying to get this over with while we’ve got the chance.
“Look,” she growls into my shoulder all grumpily, “If you two wanna use your fucking mouths right now, go down on me. If you’re not gonna lick my pussy, then let your woman sleep.”
Our woman. If she had any idea what that fucking meant to me, she’d listen to what we had to say.
But while the prospect of going down on our woman here on the plan
e is an interesting one, it’s not the fucking time. Besides, the doors are open, and the flight attendants are ushering out the VIP passengers already. Thankfully, it’s a buff-looking dude attendant who comes to let us know we’re welcome to leave the plane—because if I had to see that fucking woman attendant again, I wasn’t going to be happy.
I lift Kara up and cradle her in my arms while Eric grabs our bags. She’s put on a little weight in muscle since we met her—which I’m pretty fucking proud of—but she’s still light as a fucking feather in my arms.
She catnaps the whole way through customs and immigration, too. Poor little thing must be exhausted—I guess before we left, we must have fucked her too hard.
By the time we finally get our checked luggage, she’s groggy—but thankfully, awake. I just want to get this girl to the hotel suite as soon as we can so we can break the fucking news to her.
I care more about Kara fucking Gilmore than I’ve ever cared about anyone in my life—and from the way she’s always cooing and fussing over Eric and me, I’m pretty sure she cares about us, too.
Whatever’s going on with these fucking protein shakes, we’ll sort it out together. Figure out what’s best for Kara, make a plan, and set it into action.
I just want her to be happy, man. I want her to be safe. That’s the important thing. Everything else—my own feelings for her included—it’s all fucking irrelevant by comparison.
Unfortunately for us, as soon as we exit the airport, I realize that we’ve got a different set of problems on our hands.
Problem number one is the goddamn press. As soon as we come out those doors, the world erupts in catcalls and camera flashes.
“Kara! Kara Gilmore!” some asshole with a big-ass professional-sized video camera shouts. “Tell us, do you take both dicks in your pussy, your ass, or do you take one in each hole?”
I slam the heel of my hand into his fucking camera lens before Kara can answer.
“Why don’t you bend the fuck over, buddy?” I snarl. “We’ll see how much of this camera your ass can hold.”
Lucky for him, he’s not as dumb as he looks. Little fucker backs away nice and slow without a follow-up question.