Kara
“There’s my fucking winner,” Eric says with a huge fucking grin. He seems like the kind of guy who doesn’t smile often enough—which is a shame, because he’s insanely fucking hot when he’s smiling. Luckily, I make sure to make him smile a whole hell of a lot when he’s around me. “You’re killing it out there, babe.”
“Literally,” Chase says, catching me in his arms and spinning me around as I sprint toward them. “Some of the other girls look fucking suicidal after the show you just put on out there.”
“Aww,” I coo, because, well, that’s not fun, even if it does send my confidence skyrocketing through the ceiling. “They’ll be okay though, right?”
“Bitches need to learn,” Eric says, grabbing me away from Chase and sending me twirling in a spin of his own. “If they couldn’t handle the competition, they shouldn’t have tried to out-sex Kara fucking Gilmore.”
My head is still spinning as Eric puts me back on solid ground—although, with these two around, it always kind of feels like my head is spinning. The scent of their manly fucking cologne is all over me, and I don’t want to stop breathing it in.
“What about my big trip?” I ask, remembering the epic face plant I did during the opening parade.
“Babe, the only trip you’re going on is the one to Japan when you win this fucking thing,” Eric reassures me.
“You’re a crowd favorite, Kara,” Chase adds. “Everyone on Twitter is saying that you’ve got real personality.”
I giggle. “I guess the best way to stand out in a group of graceful, naked fitness models is to fall down.”
“You recovered beautifully,” Eric reassures me. “Every man in this building wanted to be Chase and I running to your rescue.”
“And every woman in this building wishes she could have gone down with such fucking panache.” Chase grabs my hair in his fist and pulls my cheek to his lips for a kiss.
“Actually,” I say, licking my own lips. “Speaking of going down…”
“Okay,” Chase says with a grin, grabbing the belt of his slacks.
“No,” Eric says forcefully, and we both look at him with sad puppy dog eyes. “Absolutely not. After the pageant, fine, but not now. You need to focus, Kara. And you,” he says, wheeling on Chase, “need to keep your dick out of the talent.”
“Eric, please!” I say, feeling my pussy throb even as I beg him. “Just, like, a quick little dick-suck.”
“There’s nothing little about this dick, sweetheart,” Chase chuckles. “Surely you haven’t forgotten already.”
“I haven’t,” I profess with all seriousness. “That’s exactly why I need you in my mouth. Both of you. Like…immediately.”
Eric’s chest rises and falls.
But when I check the crotch of his slacks, I only see his bulge rising.
“You know you want to,” I tease, moving in and stroking his bulge tenderly.
“It’s not about wanting to,” Eric says with a sigh. “It’s just—”
“The talent needs to focus,” Chase finishes for him. “So let’s help her focus, right?”
“YES!” I squeal, dropping to my knees.
Before I can hit the floor and start milking cum out of their balls with my mouth, though, Chase grabs my arm and hauls me back up to my feet.
“You can have our cum in that pretty little mouth once you’ve won this thing,” he growls into my ear. “For now…”
He nods wordlessly to Eric, who comes up behind me and pins my arms behind my back. He holds them with just one hand while his other hand gropes at my plump, exposed breast.
“Just a little something to tide you over, I think,” he purrs darkly into my neck. His teeth sink into my shoulder as Chase drops to his knees, forcing my legs apart and—
“Christ, Kara,” he moans, hooking my legs up over his shoulders. “You’re so fucking wet I don’t know how you’re not leaving puddles everywhere you stand.”
“Let me leave a puddle on your dick instead,” I beg, because holy fuck, I need cock.
“Taking dick is for winners,” Chase teases.
“Are you a fucking winner, Kara?” Eric asks.
“Y-yes,” I stutter. “I am—or, I can be, just—oh my god, PLEASE…”
Chase is grinning as he plunges his lips between my legs and gets to sucking on my cunt. The smooth, hairless lips of my pussy are so hot and slick for him that he can barely even keep me centered on his mouth, so his first order of business is licking up all my honey.
It’s an exercise in fucking futility, though. The more he licks, the wetter I get.
“God,” Chase sighs. “It’s like a bottomless fucking chalice down here, man.”
“Do what you have to,” Eric instructs him. “I’ll hold her steady.”
“Wha…what’s he going to do?” I ask, already trembling with anticipation and need.
“He’s going to make you come, you fucking cocktease,” Eric growls in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, though, he’s going to have a hard time keeping that clit where he wants it. Aren’t you, Chase?”
“Mmmmhmmmph,” Chase moans against my clit. The vibrations of his mouth buzz against my cunt, making my pussy fucking throb.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan back, riding each wave of pleasure.
“Oh fuck is right, Kara,” Eric says behind me. His lips move against my earlobe tantalizingly every time he speaks. “You’re in fucking trouble now, girl. I hope you realize that.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I don’t even know who I’m saying yes to: Eric’s teasing or Chase’s mouth.
Both, probably.
Probably both.
“Who knows what kind of dirty, fucking depraved things he’s going to have to do get you off,” Eric continues. “Right here, backstage, while all the other girls give their speeches…how’s that make you feel? We might make you scream, Kara—and then you might fuck up their performances. Is that how you like it? Is that how you want to fucking win?”
“N-no,” I say uncertainly, grinding my cunt against Chase’s mouth. “Or…I don’t know, m-maybe…”
“You dirty little bitch,” Eric hisses. “Getting your clit sucked while all those television cameras film just on the other side of this curtain. It’s a live fucking broadcast, remember? I wonder what all the people at home would think if they only knew how their clumsy little sweetheart was getting her slit swabbed by an ex-con’s tongue right now.”
“Oh—oh my god,” I whimper. My knees are fucking shaking. My cunt is just on the brink of convulsing into fucking oblivion.
But Chase’s mouth doesn’t fucking stop, and neither does Eric’s.
“Pin that fucking clit down, Chase. Make our woman squeal like the fucking whore she is.”
“Oh my god—Chase! Eric! Please…”
“You wanted this, Kara. You fucking wanted it. Coming over to us all horny like this, begging for cock and dripping with pussy juice. You smell like fucking sex, Kara. I bet even the people watching this fucking pageant at home could smell it on you. You’re a bitch in heat, honey. No wonder they fucking like you so much.”
“P-please,” I stutter. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come? No, you’re fucking not, Kara. Chase, bite this little tart’s clit for me. I want to see if she gushes as much once you’ve got that sensitive little bud rolling between your teeth.”
“Mmmph,” Chase responds. I feel the sharp edge of his teeth slide over the most sensitive part of my clit as he sucks it into his mouth—then the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as he squeezes it—just gently at first—and then with all the force of his jaw.
“AAAH!” I scream in ecstasy.
I don’t even fucking care who hears it—I’m a slut now. A horny little whore. I want everyone to know—everyone in the whole fucking audience. The whole fucking world!
“That’s it, Kara,” Eric purrs. “Now—you gonna be a good girl up on stage for us?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimper, hyperventilating.
Chase shoves two fingers into my cunt, rubbing them against my G-spot as he licks my clit between his teeth.
“You gonna behave yourself and do like Daddy tells you?”
“Mmhmm!”
“How come, baby? How come you’re such a good little whore for your men?”
“B-because I want you. I want to p-please you—oh my god, oh my god—”
“What else?” Eric demands. “What else do you want?”
“I w-want to come!” I scream. “Please! PLEASE! Let me come—let me come.”
“Not yet,” Eric says.
I think my heart is going to shatter into a million fucking pieces.
I think it’s going to burst.
It’s going to explode.
“Hmm…Okay. Now,” Eric relents. “Come, Kara. Come for us, babe. Fucking COME!”
“I’m COMING!!!!!!!” I squeal, and then it’s just a wordless scream coming out of my throat. My pussy starts to gush against Chase’s mouth, and he laps it all up. The sound pouring from my lips sounds like a fucking opera singer’s crescendo—guess I picked the wrong talent.
“Good girl,” Eric’s deep, husky voice is saying in my ear. “That’s a good girl, Kara. Good girl…Good fucking girl.”
My eyelashes flutter. My whole body feels like it’s exited this dimension and entered a new, sexier one.
My cunt is throbbing, hot pink and so wet that it’s practically a sexual slip n’ slide—which makes me think that maybe I ought to try begging for dick again.
“Don’t even think about it,” Chase says, reading my fucking mind as he slides my legs off his shoulders.
He kisses me, and I can taste myself all over his fucking lips. And his chin. And his cheeks.
I end up licking him all over, rubbing my face against his like an overeager puppy, which makes him laugh.
“A girl can dream, right?”
“It’s not just a dream, Kara,” Eric says, spinning me around to face him. He licks my cum off of my cheeks, then off my lips, then claims a kiss from me for himself. “Fuck—you taste fucking good.”
“She’ll taste even better once she’s been crowned Miss Sexy USA,” Chase reminds him.
“Mm. So she will,” Eric agrees. “But until then…you’re just going to have to stew in your fucking juices, Kara.”
“Do I have to?” I whine. “Maybe I could skip the speech part…”
Look, babe, I swear. I’m not usually like this. I went two whole fucking years totally dry without Chase and Eric’s huge fucking cocks to suck and ride and keep me well-supplied with cum!
“Not a chance,” Eric says sternly. His thumb moves over my lip, even as I fucking pout and whimper and beg for more. “The audience loves your personality, babe.”
“And you’ve gotta give the people what they want,” Chase says.
“What about what I want?” I whimper as they turn me around to face the stage.
“You want to be a winner, don’t you?” Eric asks.
“Want to be a winner so you can take our fucking cum like the good little whore you are?” Chase adds.
“Yes,” I whisper. “M-more than anything.”
“Then go get ‘em,” Eric says, pushing me forward.
“Show ‘em what you’re made of.” Chase squeezes my hand before I go.
“And now for our final contestant,” the announcer on the stage croons into the mic. “The glamorous, delectable, and totally nude…Protein Plus’ Kara Gilmore!”
I take a wobbly step forward, then another. Then another.
As the lights hit me, my nipples get harder than ever. I’m pretty sure they make all the pussy-juice still on my face and thighs glitter in their glow.
I am a fucking winner, dammit.
And if I have to convince this whole arena full of people to give me a stupid fucking crown just so I can get my lips wrapped around Chase and Eric’s 12-inch dicks again…
Then it’s time to fucking shine, baby.