by Abby Angel
I then allow Derek’s ball to pop out of my mouth and, wasting no time, I let my tongue hike up his shaft. The moment I rest it on the tip of his cock and taste his salty pre-cum, I open my mouth as wide as I can and allow my lips to close in around its head.
Moving as slowly as I can, I roll my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. Holding my position there, I open my eyes and look up at Derek just for the amount of time it takes for me to enjoy the expression of pure pleasure that has taken over his face.
“Fuck … your mouth … it feels so fucking good,” he groans as I move my head back, my lips once more finding their way to the tip of his cock. There, I use my tongue to lap at it over and over again. I keep on stroking Carter as I suck on Derek and, the moment I feel that my hand has grown into a comfortable rhythm, I mimic that rhythm with my head and mouth.
Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck Derek like a madwoman, the wet sound of his shaft sliding over my lips enough to make me feel lightheaded. I let my rhythm grow a life of its own and, before I know it, the muscles in my neck and shoulders start burning up as I move furiously.
When the urge for a deep breath becomes too overwhelming, I just pop Derek’s cock out of my mouth and let the air rush into my lungs. Then, turning my attention toward Carter, I don’t hesitate: I stop stroking him and, at the same time, I dive into him with an open mouth. His cock slides over my tongue in a heartbeat, his twelve inches burying themselves inside my mouth so easily I’m even surprised.
Now stroking Derek while I suck on Carter, I let instinct take the steering wheel and I keep moving in a flowing motion, punishing both men’s cocks with everything I have.
“Let’s try something different,” I tell them as I come up for air once more, my jaw already aching from the effort. Still, I’m not done with what I’m doing. Looking up at them with what I hope to be an air of mischievousness, I angle their cocks so that they’re pointing at each other, their tips almost touching, and I run my tongue over both of their heads at the same time.
Succumbing to the way I work on them, they move slightly forward and their cocks touch. I half-expected them to jerk back but, instead, they simply hold their position. Not one to let an opportunity like this go to waste, I grab both of their cocks and angle them toward me; opening my mouth as wide as I can, I place both tips of their cocks inside my mouth, my tongue frantically tracing their contour as I lap at them.
I stroke them while I use my tongue on their cocks and, taken by a sudden surge of inspiration, I then let my tongue run side to side over their shafts; moving it in a continuous line, I let my body sway from left to right as my mouth rushes through their cocks.
“Fuck, this is crazy,” I hear Carter say, but it’s as if his voice is coming from a different continent. I’m so lost in what I’m doing that I don’t even process what they’re saying. The sight of their cocks pressed together is so amazing that I feel capable of doing this until they both cum and gush all of their loads over me…
Luckily, that’s not what they have in mind.
Taking one step back, Derek bends over and places his hands on my shoulders. He pushes me down to the floor and I let myself fall back, first sitting and then lying down on the carpeted floor of my office.
“I need your pussy… and I need it right now,” he tells me as he kneels between my spread legs, flames of wild lust dancing behind his eyes. Without waiting for my reply, he places his hands on my knees and pushes my legs even more apart; lying down on top of me, his chest pressing down on my breasts, he grabs his cock with one hand and places its tip against my folds.
“Whatever daddy needs,” I whisper against his ear, lacing my arm around his neck and pulling him into me. Our mouths find each other in an instant, and that while he rubs the tip of his cock along the length of my pussy, teasing me in a maddening way. I try and buck my hips at him, but he just keeps on teasing me mercilessly.
Then, when I’m not expecting it, he thrusts.
Pulling back from his kiss, I arch my back and let a violent scream erupt from my mouth. His cock parts my pussy lips in a fraction of a second and, straining against my inner walls on the way in, his 12 inches slide inside of me until all of him is buried deep in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes as a rush of pleasure and ecstasy inundates my bloodstream. My muscles feel as if they’re burning, and I can’t even think straight right now. All I know is that I’m experiencing something so intense, something so… unique.
And it’s about to get better.
“I need you too, daddy,” I say, forcing my eyes open and turning my head to the side so that I’m facing Carter. “My mouth needs you…” I add, my voice quivering as Derek starts sliding his cock in and out of me.
“No…” Carter whispers back at me, going around my body and kneeling close to my head, his cock casting a long shadow over my face. “I’m the one who needs that mouth of yours…” he continues, pushing his cock down with one hand, doing it so that his shaft is pressed tight against my parted lips.
I open my mouth to allow him in, and going in is exactly what he does. The moment my lips part, Carter slides his cock inside my mouth, pushing it against the inside of my cheek. I try and use my tongue on him the best I can, Derek’s growing thrusts demanding more and more of my brain power. The pleasure he’s inflicting on me is so fierce that I can barely focus on anything else, all of my thoughts dancing around the ecstasy crawling under my skin.
“H-harder,” I pant, popping Carter’s cock out of my mouth. Without taking a breath, I grab him with one hand and start stroking him as fast as I can, my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft as Derek fucks me relentlessly.
I close my eyes, allowing the symphony of sounds to blanket my rational mind. I hear the rhythmic sound of my hand working on Carter’s cock, and then there’s my constant moans, and the way Derek’s body slams against mine … I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a sweet melody in my life. It’s vibrant and full of joy, no predictability to the way the tones change. If sex were music, it’d be jazz, no doubt about it. A kind of depraved wicked jazz, but jazz nonetheless.
“Your cock… God… It feels so good, it’s so big…” I moan, the words escaping my lips before I can even filter them. “Don’t -- don’t stop!” I cry out, arching my back so much that my spine feels like a string in a bow, pulled so tight that it’s about to snap.
Thunder.
Lightning.
That’s how I can describe what I’m feeling right now; it feels as if I’ve been hit by thunder and lightning. Electricity runs through my body, making my muscles twitch and spasm without rhyme and reason, and it feels like flames are burning every single inch of my body. Even my mind seems to be on fire.
My inner walls tighten up around Derek’s cock, choking his thick shaft hard, and even my screams turn silent as my throat tenses up. “Oh my… fucking… God…” I simply mutter under my breath, feeling as if I jumped headfirst into a pool made of champagne and ecstasy.
When all that pleasure finally washes over me, I realize that I’m sweating; locks of hair are plastered to my forehead. Opening my eyes, I let my fingers fall from Carter’s cock and I just sprawl my limbs on the floor, looking up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.
“That was… that was so good, daddy,” I whisper with a smile, propping myself up on one elbow and staring at Derek. Smiling back at me, he slides his cock out of my pussy; he then leans in and, without saying a word, grabs me by the hips and forces me to turn around with one abrupt pull. He then pulls me up and into him, making me go on all fours; except, instead of thrusting and taking his cock home, he steps to the side.
“Her pussy is calling you,” I hear Derek say, but he isn’t talking to me; he’s talking to Carter. And, God, just knowing that the two of them are talking about me like that, almost as if I’m some play-toy they can use and abuse… Well, that just makes m
e even wetter. So much that I feel my fluids dripping down from my pussy and onto my legs, the scent of my own wetness reaching me like some maddening perfume.
Standing up, Carter goes around my body and kneels behind me, resting his hands on my hips. I let my head fall down as he positions himself, my hair falling over my shoulders, and so I don’t see Derek moving; by the time I open my eyes, he has already knelt in front of me, his cock pointing toward my mouth as my fluids drip down its length.
I don’t need any instructions; the moment I see Derek in front of me, I just crane my neck and take his cock into my mouth. I close my eyes again as my lips roll down his shaft, the sweet taste of my own fluids inundating me at once.
At the same time, Carter digs his fingers into my flesh and thrusts, sliding his cock inside me up to the hilt. His thickness fills me in a hurry, pushing my inner walls back even though Derek was inside me a mere few minutes ago; I guess that their cocks are so big that I can’t even grow accustomed to their size. Not that I’m complaining—oh no, far from it.
As Carter thrusts, my body starts swaying back and forth; as such, my mouth goes up and down Derek’s cock without me even having to make an effort. It’s just automatic. When Carter’s cock slides inside my pussy, my mouth goes down the length of Derek’s cock, and when Carter slides out my mouth matches that movement.
And, of course, as Carter starts to thrust harder… I start sucking harder as well.
He slaps my ass over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh adding to that sweet symphony of our bodies. I want you to go hard, as hard as you can, I almost say, but then I can’t force myself to take Derek’s cock out of my mouth. Their cocks are filling me up on both ends, and it’s such a glorious feeling that I don’t even dare to take a break from it, even if just for a second. Because a lost second is one that I won’t get back, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it's that time is too precious of a thing to be wasted. Especially when we’re talking about 12-inch cocks.
Surrendering to the moment, I let pleasure start building up inside of me, like water becoming trapped inside a dam about to burst. With each passing second, I feel my muscles becoming more and more tense, high voltage running through my body so hard that even my bones seem to be rattling. My brain feels as if it’s spinning at a thousand miles per hour, every single one of my thoughts turning into tatters and rags.
It happens in an instant.
The dam holding all that ecstasy simply bursts, and pleasure floods me in a heartbeat. My muscles twitch and spasm, all of my body convulsing as if I’m having a seizure. Pulling my head back, I take Derek’s cock out of my mouth and scream as loud as I can, counting my blessings at the same time: thank God I chose an office that’s soundproof for this… ahem, meeting. If these walls weren’t thick enough to stop a missile, I’d be putting on a show for anyone in this floor.
“OH GOD,” I continue screaming, the muscles in my throat complaining from the effort. Even though my throat becomes sore, I keep on screaming, endless waves of pleasure crashing against my body.
I keep on rocking my body back against Carter, slamming myself into his cock over and over again; at the same time, I grab Derek’s cock and start stroking him as fast as I can.
I’ve just crossed the finish line, and now I want them to follow after me. Luckily, I know exactly how to make that happen for any men.
Gritting my teeth, I let my body start working up a frenzy: the movement of my hand becomes a blur, and I’m slamming my ass back against Carter’s hip and the sound of it drowns out everything else. I do it fast and I do it hard, no mercy to the way I move.
Derek is the first to give in.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna --” he trails off as his cock starts throbbing against my fingers, and I react as fast as I can. I open my mouth just in time, a thick rope of cum jumping up from the tip of his cock and landing straight on my tongue, the raw saltiness of his seed making my head spin. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he fills my mouth up to the brim in a matter of two seconds; after that, he shoots the rest of his load all over my face, coating my skin in a thick layer of gooey white.
I don’t even have the time to enjoy the way Derek has covered me with his cum. A fraction of a second after that, Carter’s cock starts to pulse hard inside my pussy, and then I feel his warm fluids filling up my pussy. He does it quickly, his semen dripping down my thighs, and then he just pulls out and starts shooting his load all over my back.
I close my eyes as I feel Carter’s semen landing on my naked body, and I don’t even dare to move as he gives me all that he has.
By the time both men are finished, it seems that every single inch of my body is covered in a thick layer of cum. Rolling around on the floor, I simply collapse with my limbs sprawled to the side, once more trying to catch my breath. I swallow all the cum inside my mouth, letting its saltiness burn down my throat, and then take a deep breath. God, even my lungs feel as if they’re on fire.
Not giving me a minute of rest, Derek kneels by Carter’s side and, moving in perfect harmony, both men spread my legs wide and then lean in. “Is this really happening…?” I whisper in a moan, trembling slightly as I feel both of their tongues on my drenched pussy. They lick me for what seems like an eternity, and only then do they stop to offer me a reply.
“Yeah, this is happening,” Carter says, and I look at him and smile, watching as his lips glisten from the cum hanging there.
“It definitely is,” Derek agrees, reaching for my breasts with his hands and squeezing them. Then, flattening the palm of his hands over my chest, he starts smearing their cum all over me, painting me with his fingertips.
Finally succumbing to exhaustion, they lie down by my side. I look from one to the other, a silly and dazed smile adorning my lips, and then just crush my mouth against Carter’s. I close my eyes as I kiss him, our tongues dancing in a blanket made of Derek’s cum. Then I turn toward Derek and do the same, the taste of both men blending into something so perfect it just aches to think of it.
“See…? I was right,” I say with a chuckle, throwing my head back.
“About what?”
“You’re mine … through and through,” I tell them and, in my heart, I know that there’s no truth more delicious than this one.
Do you know what’s better than having a daddy with a 12-inch cock?
Yeah, that’s right: having two of them.
Ah, God, this is perfection.
Chapter Eighteen
Good Day, USA
Hello and welcome to Good Day USA. I’m your host, Victoria Steele Haynes.
Liz:
And I’m your co-host, Liz James.
Victoria:
We’re starting off our show today with Operation Eliza Watch.
Liz:
That’s right folks. For weeks now the media has speculated endlessly and written article after article wondering what was going on with Eliza Seymour once she returned back to New York City after living in Paris for so long. We think we have some sort of clue now as to what this young heiress is thinking.
Victoria:
That’s right. We’ve tried everything to figure out what the deal was with the close-mouthed heiress. Why was she being so coy about who she was doing and where she was going. Well, after weeks of searching, we believe at Good Day USA, we know the answer.
Liz:
Eliza Seymour is planning a major investment deal it seems with Carter Blake and Derek Stackford. We believe this is true based on rumors that the three have been meeting several times in the last few weeks either separately or behind closed doors. Sources tell us that a major meeting was held this Friday between the three of them that stretched several hours. The topics of discussion were not privy to our sources whom wanted to speak on condition of anonymity, but they believed it had to do with possible investment scenarios that both Derek and Carter—two men who normally despise each other—have proposed to Eliza.
Victoria:
The q
uestion that gets raised then is whether both men are working together or at cross purposes to each other.
Liz:
That’s right, Victoria. In the past, Carter Blake and Derek Stackford haven’t really seen eye to eye. They've both been married to the same woman, though at different times, but in any situation like this, there have been hurt feelings and accusations of infidelity on the part of Wanda Seymour.
Victoria:
That’s correct. And it’s also important to note that whatever the negotiations between our young heiress and her two step daddies, Wanda Seymour is not included. That either means that she refuses to partake, or that she wasn’t invited. Both have implications for the future because should Eliza Seymour demonstrate that she can’t handle and shepherd the family fortune to the next generation, then the next person to manage it is no other than Wanda.
Liz:
And the two women have never really seen eye to eye, have they?
Victoria:
Not at all. Cynics will speculate that Wanda would probably be trying to do something to sabotage Eliza, but so far, no one has seen any outward indications as such. So if she’s holding in some bad feelings, she’s keeping it pretty well hidden.
Liz:
Let’s hope that she lets them out soon. And on camera.
Victoria (laughing):
Absolutely.
Liz:
Well, folks. That’s all we have time for today on Operation Eliza Watch. But stick around after our commercial break and we’ll be talking to Austin Python Price—the owner of the hottest nightclub in New York City at the moment and where he believes the mayoral election is going.