Protein Shake

by Alexis Angel

  Eric moves next, giving up on kissing my cunt and deciding to take it with his huge cock instead. I wrap my legs around his hips as he grinds his cock against my pussy, working it up and down my sopping wet slit until the little moans I’m making against Chase’s balls start turning into whimpers.

  “Please,” I find myself sobbing. “Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

  “Is that what you want, Kara?” Eric questions me.

  Chase laughs darkly. “All you had to do was ask.”

  I open my wet, hot, greedy mouth for Chase and he slaps his iron-hard cock down on my outstretched tongue. He moves his cock hard against my tongue, smearing his delicious fucking precum all over my taste buds.

  It’s just a sample, I realize later, of things yet to come.

  As Chase eases his cock into my mouth, I suck it like I fucking mean it. I’ve never sucked cock from this particular angle before—or with this much fucking enjoyment.

  I’m moaning. I’m cooing. I’m growling in my throat for Chase’s massive, gorgeous member. I’m whimpering every time he withdraws his cock, because I want more. I’m purring, dark and deep, every time he thrusts back into me, pushing a little deeper into my throat every time.

  Meanwhile, Eric seems to have given up on grinding his cock against my pussy. Instead, he just fucking takes it—easing his cock in the same way Chase is fucking my throat. It’s a lot to process, and it feels fucking incredible—but this is only half of what they can do to me.

  I’m already making every amped up, desperate sex noise known to womankind. I’m grinding my lips harder and harder towards Chase’s balls. I’m grinding my hips with more and more intensity against the base of Eric’s shaft.

  But it doesn’t matter what I do. It doesn’t matter how desperate I get, how hard I strain my body to take more of them, how fucking horny and wanton and slutty I get.

  These men are here to claim me.

  To own me, fully and fucking completely.

  To take me, break me, and make me theirs—all fucking theirs.

  For a moment, the sheer fucking need I have of these two men snaps, and I realize something incredible—I haven’t thought of my weight even once this whole fucking time since these men came at me.

  Then Chase hilts himself in my throat and Eric does the same in my cunt, and there’s no more thinking about anything anymore.

  There’s just pleasure—which I’ve discovered is one thing that you don’t have to think about.

  You just fucking feel it.

  And it feels fucking good.

  I’m choking on Chase’s huge, thick cock while Eric pounds away at my pussy, and I’m immediately launched on the fast track to yet another orgasm with these gorgeous fucking men. Eric’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even harder onto his massive fucking dick, and Chase’s hands are wrapped around my throat, holding it tight around his cock like my mouth is a fleshlight and he aims to jerk himself off with it.

  “Christ, Kara,” Chase groans, forcing his cock into my throat to the base of it again and again and again. It feels like even my throat is a g-spot at this point—he’s using my mouth like a pussy, and as he fucks it, I feel like he’s going to make me orgasm from a sexual organ I don’t think even exists. “I can feel the way my cock makes your throat bulge out when I fuck it—you’ve got suck a tight little throat, babe. Such an elegant fuckin’ neck. You’re a babe, Kara—say it to me. Tell me what a babe you are, so I know that you know it.”

  I try to speak, but all I do is end up choking on Chase’s dick even harder.

  He slaps my cheek lovingly, grinning from above me.

  “That’s what I fucking thought, babe,” he chuckles—and then, unbelievably, he fucking doubles his efforts on my throat.

  Meanwhile, Eric’s thumbs are pressing into my abdomen just above where I’m sure my womb must be. I can feel his cock plunging deep into me, probing my insides and making my stomach bulge out with every thrust. He pushes down on my stomach with his thumbs each time I feel his 12-inch cock enter me. I know he must be massaging the head of his dick like that, rubbing it right through my skin.

  “Gonna cum,” Eric groans.

  “Me fuckin’ too,” Chase echoes.

  “Mmmmgmgmgmmgm!!!” I say, because at the rate that Chase is going to town on my fucking throat, that’s all I can say right now.

  They get the fucking message well enough, though. Chase and Eric continue to spit roast me with their dicks until the orgasm hits, then they’re holding my body down while it spasms and twitches, bucks and throbs and begs for more.

  Chase finally removes his dick from my throat and, in its absence, I scream. I sob. I moan so deeply and so sweetly, they take a moment just to watch me in ecstasy.

  Then, they’re positioning themselves on either side of my mouth, ready to come for themselves.

  “Tell us what you want, Kara!” Eric yells.

  I gasp and gulp. I’ve never had a dude yell at me during sex before—and definitely not in such a fucking pussy-drenching fashion.

  I mean, there was that time that I accidentally scraped Ryan’s pathetic little dick with my teeth and he got so scared he ended up screaming at me, calling me a fat piggie—but that’s, like, hardly worth thinking about now.

  I don’t know what I want—except for, like, everything about their bodies, all their kisses and all their cum for the rest of my life—but like, fuck it, right?

  I roll with it.

  “Your cum!” I scream, shoving my fingers between my legs and stroke my clit while Chase and Eric jack off over my mouth.

  “Where do you fuckin’ want it, Kara?” Chase snarls.

  “On my tongue!” I yell back. “In my mouth, down my throat—gag me with your fucking cum!”

  “Gladly,” Eric says, grabbing my hair.

  He moans and growls and sucks air in through his teeth as he cums, pumping every huge, thick hot rope of it directly into my mouth and forcing my lips to suck him clean.

  I moan back as I taste him—salted caramel, just as fucking delicious as ever.

  “No,” he says as I move to swallow. “You’re going to fucking enjoy your treat, Kara.”

  When I glance back to his fat, engorged member, I’m surprised to see it getting hard again already—but there’s no time to consider it.

  I’ve got a mouth full of Eric’s cum already, and now Chase is grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth his way.

  “Fuckin’ take it!” Chase shouts, pumping his cum into my mouth. Chase’s cum only adds to the flavor of Eric’s—amplifying it, expanding on it, making it send pangs of pleasure through my taste buds and daring me to swallow both of their loads whole.

  “Not fucking yet,” Eric says, pulling my mouth to him again.

  I open my lips wide and gargle with their cum as Eric fills my mouth with more of his seed, spraying his cum over my lips and into the massive collection of semen I’ve collected on my tongue. Both of them cum so fucking much—way more than any man I’ve ever met—and when Chase tugs my mouth his way again, I know that I’m about to hold four insanely huge loads behind my lips before they allow me to swallow.

  Meanwhile, my fingers are curling harder and harder against my clit, because they taste so fucking good and they make my cunt so fucking hot.

  “I love you,” Chase hisses, shooting yet another load into my quickly overflowing mouth.

  “I love you,” Eric echoes, launching string after string of his hot, sticky seed over my lips.

  “I love you,” Chase says again, adding a sixth load to the mix.

  I come hard then, so hard that I nearly turn my mouth into a cummy Old Faithful as I try to suppress the scream that’s begging to escape my lips.

  Instead of risking wasting a single fucking drop, I start swallowing. Mouthful after mouthful of their pearly, creamy cum slides down my throat, coating it all the way down and pooling in my stomach.

  “I love you,” I gasp when my mouth is finally free again. “I love you! I fucking love y
ou! I love you both!”

  Chase and Eric collapse onto the bed next to me, totally spent.

  I should be spent too, I realize. Swallowing that much cum is hard fucking work.

  But instead, I’m giggly as hell.

  I’ve seen the worst of my past problems with food rear their ugly head today, and Chase and Eric have cured them in an instant with their delicious fucking cum.

  “I mean it,” I say as Chase, then Eric dips down to kiss my cummy lips. “I really do love you.”

  “We love you too, Kara,” Eric professes, wrapping his arms around me.

  “Should have been fucking obvious,” Chase grunts, wrapping me up with his own arms for the other side.

  “That was a really good fucking treat,” I giggle, snuggling against both of them.

  “Yeah, well,” Chase begins. “There’s always more where that came from.”

  I gasp. “Is there really?”

  I’ve never met anyone who cums as much as these guys…not that I fucking mind.

  “Give us fifteen minutes or so,” Eric chuckles. “And then—yes. We can make as much cum for you as that slutty little heart of yours desires.”

  “I reckon our balls produce semen faster than they average man’s anyway,” Chase laughs. “And you, Kara, are going to swab up every last drop.”

  “Gladly,” I grin, thinking about how lucky I am to have these men, their cocks and their cum and their love—and how now that I have it, nothing is ever going to feel bad or wrong ever again.

  Chapter 30

  Kara

  Being intertwined with Chase and Eric is fucking magical. Being locked in their arms and nestled in their cozy embrace is far from a bad place to be in when I wake up.

  In fact, it’s the best fucking fantasy I could ever imagine, a true fairy tale that’s rocking my world.

  Let’s face it, I have two of the most gorgeous hunks on the planet who swoon and drool over me, shower me with daily compliments, and feed me their cum until I’m cum-pletely satisfied.

  Yeah, and then there’s the sex. The actual fucking is pretty amazing, too.

  What more could a girl ask for?

  I’m smitten with them. Totally and completely head-over-heels in-love. They comfort me and make me feel safe and protected. I know they’d do anything for me, and I have to admit the feeling’s mutual.

  I lean over to the bedside table and pick up my phone, careful not to rouse the guys from their slumber. They look so gentle, calm, and tranquil as their chests rise and fall with peaceful sleep—so much different from how they usually are, which is anything but gentle. And that’s the way I like them.

  I wonder if they’re dreaming about me, about us together, intimate and naked, and sharing orgasm after orgasm.

  It’s what I hope for as I quietly burrow back into their arms. Thankfully, both Chase and Eric remain blissfully asleep.

  I turn on my phone and scroll through my social media feed. I don’t know what to expect, and it makes my heart drum harder in my chest.

  Am I getting hate messages today? Or will it be hearts and likes? It was different back then, before this fucking crazy endeavor began.

  With success came more visibility, and with it came haters.

  Tale as old as fucking time.

  Everyone feels more confident and protected behind their screens. The paparazzi are one thing—Chase can just beat the shit out of them until they’re too scared to talk trash anymore.

  But the anonymity of the web makes them think that they’re safe from Chase’s fucking angry fists. He wouldn’t be able to reach right through the screen and blacken their eyes.

  Fucking cowards.

  As I suspect, there are people who are supportive of me. But then, there are also the cynical assholes who can’t keep their mouths shut and like to spread the hate, trolling my accounts like the losers they are.

  Kara is a dumb bitch who slept her way to success.

  I wince and quickly scroll past that snide remark.

  I love Kara! She’s such an inspiration for all of us curvy girls who want to get healthy…and take hot dick while they do it!

  That one makes me smile. It balances out the rudeness of the negative comments. I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling exhausted by the attacks. I try to focus on the overwhelming joy and support from my followers.

  At least they think I’m doing great work by being a role model to women who are in the same situation I once was.

  I read some comments about the paparazzi run-in last night and some news articles probably written by some bitter shitheads.

  One of the news articles grabs my attention, and I draw the phone closer to scrutinize the details.

  Obsessed and fanatical women follow superstar Kara while the pressure intensifies overseas

  I read the caption again. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’ve never had insane fans before. I remember seeing them in the crowd yesterday, though. Could it be possible that some of them are out to get me?

  Or worse…harm me or the guys?

  Taking a deep breath, I shut off my social media apps. I’m dog tired, and it’s too damn early in the morning to analyze all this feedback.

  Just when I’m getting ready to drift off to sleep again, my phone buzzes, alerting me to a new text message.

  I freeze and hold my breath. I glance at the guys, but they don’t even stir.

  Thank fuck, my phone is on vibrate, or they would have woken up from the noise.

  I look at my phone and notice that the text is coming from my ex-boyfriend, Ryan.

  Fuck, I don’t want to deal with him right now. Honestly, his bullshit is the last thing I need.

  But ultimately, curiosity gets the better of me, and I roll my eyes at my own lack of self-control. I swipe the screen up to read his message. I won’t be able to sleep until I know for certain what he’s up to and why he’s reaching out to me all of the sudden.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, needing a second or two to get myself to read the text.

  I have no idea if it might set me off or something. It’s too early in the morning to get angry at the dipshit, but I won’t be able to rest until I know what he wants.

  We need to talk.

  Ha. That’s fucking fresh.

  Two whole years of nothing but radio silence, and now of all times, we need to talk?

  It’s fucking hilarious is what that is.

  Okay, so that’s his entire message. It’s vague and ambiguous.

  We need to talk could mean a million different things, for a million different reasons that I can’t decipher or think of at this early hour.

  I glance at the guys. Should I answer him? I think for a few seconds, but I can’t make up my mind.

  I decide to ignore him, mainly because there’s really nothing in it for me. I’ll only get worked up over nothing, and he’ll only make me feel like shit—or maybe he wants to get back together with me because I’m hot now.

  I can already imagine how fantastic it would be to have the smug satisfaction of watching him beg for me, pleading that I make him mine once again.

  It’s never going to happen. As much as that fantasy appeals to me, I know it’s a disastrous idea to open the vents for contact.

  I take another deep breath and hit the delete button, watching it disappear from my messaging history and my glam new life.

  I’m making the right decision. I need good things in my life right now—not fame-chasing failed journalist ex-boyfriends.

  I lean back in the bed, but by now Eric and Chase are already stirring and grinning up at me with groggy yet sexy expressions.

  These two—they’re the good things I need in my life.

  Chase grunts and leans closer. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  His voice is a seductive song.

  “Good morning, sexy,” I say and move in for a kiss on the lips.

  “My turn,” Eric chimes in from behind me and gently pulls my chin to him, using his lips
to tenderly send me into madness, with chills of pleasure.

  “It’s the best feeling in the world, waking up next to you guys,” I say with delight.

  Chase steps out of bed, and I watch with admiration as he walks around the room naked, his chiseled and perfectly carved body on display.

  “Should we order breakfast?” Eric says as rises out of bed.

  “That sounds good to me,” I say with a smile. “I’m pretty hungry this morning.”

  “Me, too. Come here—you look good enough to eat.’” Chase jogs back to the bed and straddles me, pinning me down and making me squeal.

  “Breakfast first,” I insist, shoving him off lightheartedly.

  “I know what snack I’ll want after breakfast,” Chase says as he rubs my inner thigh, making my heart race.

  I giggle and bite my bottom lip. He’s such a fucking tease.

  “I like after-breakfast snacks, too,” I sit up and run a hand through his sandy blonde hair, then hop out of bed.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he whines.

  “Nowhere,” I call over my shoulder and head to the bathroom.

  I glance in the mirror and pucker out my lips. I can’t believe I’m staring at this massively toned body in the mirror, and it belongs to me.

  “Hey, babe, what do you want us to order for you off the room service menu?” Eric calls out from the partially cracked bathroom door.

  “Just some fresh fruit and yogurt is good,” I respond before turning on the sink faucet.

  I want to keep this body looking good, so no eggs, sausage, and bacon for me. The way the guys touch me fills my hunger anyway. I only want them.

  I glance at the bathroom mirror behind me. A beautiful white ceramic claw foot tub calls to me.

  After splashing water on my face and patting it dry with a hand towel, I turn around and walk to the tub. Room service can wait.

  “Hey, guys?” I yell from inside the bathroom.

  In an instant, their adorable heads come popping through the doorway.

  “Yes?” Eric asks with eager curiosity.

  I point to the tub and grin with mischief.

  “What are you saying?” Chase asks, but he mirrors my grin. He already understands what I’m implying.