Kara
“I’m queen of the world!” I yell out, leaning forward on the big glass window before me while Chase and Eric hold my arms behind my back, motherfuckin’ Titanic-style.
“Sexy queen of the world.” Eric correct me as we feel the tower around us catch in the wind and sway.
“Our queen,” Chase adds. “All fuckin’ ours.”
And look, babe—I know the title isn’t official, and I know it’s not technically the same as Miss Sexy Universe—but I’m pretty happy with it just the same.
I’m wearing a tiny little pink kimono that’s tied with a thick, darker pink band of silk around my waist. There’s a pair of chopsticks holding my long, thick hair in a massive bun at the back of my head, and I’ve even got two cute little circles of pink blush, Harajuku-style, painted on my cheeks.
We’re at the top of the Tokyo SkyTree, for which Chase and Eric handed out huge wads of Japanese yen to get the rest of the tourists to vacate tonight. The floor and ceiling are lit up with a beautiful blue neon glow, and the whole of Tokyo is sprawled out and lit up beneath us, totally ours for the taking.
The pageant might be over, but our fun here in Japan is just starting. I can fucking feel it, babe! Ditching the Miss Sexy Universe pageant might have been the end of one story, but tonight, there’s an even better tale just fucking beginning.
“Careful, Kara,” Eric says, pulling me back away from the window. It bubbles out from the SkyTree’s walkway here on the observation deck, so when you lean against the glass, it’s almost like you’re suspended over the entire city.
It’s like walking on air—which is exactly how much fucking life feels right now.
When I’m pulled back away from the glass, Chase and Eric’s arms welcome me, enveloping me completely, and that’s a feeling that’s even better than weightlessness. It’s solid, firm, and fucking real.
When they hold me, it doesn’t matter where we are. Their bodies feel like home.
Still, being on top of the fucking world in this SkyTree thing is still pretty fucking cool anyway.
“Mmm,” I moan as Chase and Eric’s lips dip to my neck. They’re kissing me on either side, pressing their lips hard against the delicate skin just above my collar bones like they’re trying to take my pulse with their tongues. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you boys were angling for something right now.”
“We are,” Chase growls, sinking his teeth into my neck.
“Definitely,” Eric agrees, doing the same.
I gasp, leaning into their roughness and letting them have at me.
What can I say? My men are nothing if not direct.
The pink silk sash at my waist is pulled away, letting the robe fall open around me. It reveals my body to Chase and Eric in all of it’s flushed, tightly muscled, well-oiled glory. I don’t think there’s any denying it at this point—I’ve got a bod so hot, curvaceous, and taut that even Kim Kardashian would lose her mind trying to replicate it.
My tits are big and bouncy. My nipples are dark pink and rock fucking hard, just begging to be licked and sucked and teased.
My waist is tiny. Like, tiny enough that when Chase holds it with one hand and Eric holds it on the other side, their fingers meet in the middle. Although, to give them credit—they do have pretty fucking big hands.
My hips are broad, my ass is shaped just like a juicy peach, and my thighs are as toned as they’ll ever be. The gap between them is the perfect size for Chase and Eric’s free hands to slide between, smoothing up and down my skin.
And boy, does their touch ever have lubrication—because I am wet right now. The night is cool, but my pussy feels hot and needy and absolutely fucking soaked. I’m so wet, my slick little slit is drooling right down my thighs and dripping with want.
Chase and Eric use their fingers to scoop up mouthfuls of my honey. They stare up at me with desire as they suck them clean.
“Do you want us, Kara?” Eric asks.
“Fucking looks like she does,” Chase assesses, licking my juices off his fingers and going in for seconds.
“I do,” I profess, humping Chase’s hand—then Eric’s—as they tease my pussy with their fingertips. “Honestly, I really fucking do. Fuck me, guys. Please!”
“You sure that’s not just our mind control cum talking?” Eric asks.
I laugh, but when I look down at him, he looks dead fucking serious.
Ugh. Just for the sake of his peace of mind, I consider it.
Jeez. After everything we’ve been through, he sure is worried that maybe all the things I feel for him aren’t actually real.
I’ve been off the Protein Plus shakes for a while now—long enough that I can’t even imagine that any of their effects are still in my system. I’m not even sure if it was ever the Protein Plus that was making me so fucking horny at all.
Exercise is supposed to come with an increased libido—as is weight loss. That, combined with my insane natural attraction to Chase and Eric—and the fact that I constantly have them at my beck and call, free to tease them and suck them and have them fuck me anytime I want…
I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if this whole time, it wasn’t just pheromones and true love.
Maybe the Protein Shakes exacerbated that a little—but since my men were always around to make me come and blow their loads in my mouth whenever I wanted, I certainly never fucking minded.
Like, babe, I have two tall, buff, insanely handsome billionaire boyfriends with matching 12-inch dicks, and they both fucking love me.
You don’t need to be brainwashed with super cum to know that that’s pretty much as good as it gets.
“I’m sure,” I tell them with the utmost certainty. “I fucking love you. I love you both, okay? No tricks, no brainwashing, no—oh!”
Before I can even finish, they’re lifting me up off the ground like I weigh nothing and sitting me on the little guardrail that separates the walkway from the windows. I giggle, pushing my knees together and playing coy, but they’re not having any of that.
Immediately, they pull my knees apart and spread them as wide as they can go.
Which is pretty fucking wide—not to brag or anything, but by the time they have me where they want me, I’m pretty much doing the splits while I sit atop the guardrail, flashing them my dripping wet, throbbing cunt and bathed in blue neon light.
“What do you want, Kara?” Eric asks me.
“Tell your men what you fuckin’ need,” Chase adds.
“I wanna come!” I yell with the world’s biggest fucking grin on my face. “I want you to make me fucking come!”
“And where do you want us?”
“On your knees,” I command, feeling totally fucking mad with power. “Lick my wet cunt until I’m cumming against your mouths!”
They obey. It’s so fucking sexy when they just give me what I want—which is them, both of them, as often as possible and in as big of doses as I can get. I know they’re stronger than me. They usually know better than even I do what I really need. But for once, they’re not making me fight them for what I want.
Instead, they just drop to their knees and start taking turns licking my smooth, sticky slit with their hot, wet tongues.
It’s only as I’m approaching the first orgasm that I realize in between licks, they’re both fumbling with something in their pockets. The way my pussy is throbbing and aching and threatening to splooge all over their gorgeous faces combined with the natural sway of the tower as it moves with the wind outside is enough to make me dizzy…
But I’d have to be pretty fucking blind not to notice that they’ve both pulled out little pink velvet boxes from the pockets of their suit jackets.
Two fucking guesses what’s inside, babes.
I know in a goddamn instant, even before they flip them open to show off my consolation prize.
“Oh my god,” I say as Eric sucks my clit into his mouth one last time.
“Thought you might like them,” Chase says, pushing Eric aside.
“Oh my god,” I moan as Chase sucks my clit into his mouth.
It sends me over the edge, and I’m still fucking orgasming when Eric says the magic words.
“Kara Gilmore, will you marry me?”
“YES!” I scream as the SkyTree sways with the force of my orgasm. “YES! YES! YES!”
“And will you be my bride?” Chase asks, not to be outdone.
“YES! OH MY GOD, YES! YES!”
I have the biggest smile of sheer fucking disbelief on my lips. My cunt is still throbbing, my head is full of fuck hormones, and my lungs feel like they’re either going to fill with enough air to float away on with every breath I draw in, or like maybe they’re just going to explode.
I slump forward, collapsing under the complete overwhelmingness of it all, and Chase and Eric are there, as always, to take me in their arms as I fall.
“Wow,” I gasp, kneeling with my legs splayed behind me on the floor of the SkyTree, completely fucking spent. “Wow…oh my god, wow. Wow. Wow.”
“Is that all you have to say to us?” Eric teases, pushing his ring box my way.
“I’m pretty much just doing single-syllable words right now,” I giggle, giving him my hand.
He slides the ring onto my finger, then Chase does the same. The rings are made of twin diamonds that stack on top of each other, overlapping and interlocking when they’re both on my finger at the same time.
“I can’t believe this is real,” I whisper, staring at the way the diamonds glow and sparkle in the blue neon light.
“Believe it, Kara,” Eric urges, pulling me in for an intense kiss.
He leaves me gasping for air. The taste of him and my cunt is still on my lips before Chase pulls me in for a kiss of his own. I barely have time to take a fucking breath.
“You’re ours now,” Chase says, holding my chin between his index finger and thumb. “And if any other man so much as looks at you…”
“You’ll make him swallow his own teeth?”
Chase nods. “Something like that.”
“Hmm. You guys might have to get used to other men looking at me, though,” I tease.
“Not fucking likely,” Chase says immediately.
Eric’s blue eyes narrow. “And why would that be?”
“Because,” I say, pulling them both towards me by their neckties. I kiss Chase, then Eric, then Eric, then Chase again. “My face and body are going to be all over the fucking place if I’m going to be Protein Plus’ permanent spokesmodel, aren’t I?”
“Do you mean that?” Eric asks.
“Even after it blew up in our faces?” Chase reminds.
“I figure once you get the formula worked out, you’re going to need a hell of a PR kick,” I say with a sexy little smile. “I think I’m the perfect girl for the job.”
I expect them to thank me, or to express how awesome of an idea they think this is—but instead, they’re both looking at me like they want to eat me up.
I can’t even complain. I’m not fucking opposed.
Chase wraps his arms under mine, holding me against him and ducking beneath the SkyTree’s protective railing. He rests his body against the curve of the observation window and holds mine against him. There’s nothing beneath us to hold us up but a thin sheet of glass…
But for the first time in my life, I have the utmost confidence that it will hold.
“Gonna fuck your tight little ass, Kara,” Chase grows as he pins my body to his and undoes his belt. I reach up behind me, pulling his tie loose. As I wiggle against him, the buttons of his shirt come open so I can rest against his gorgeous, muscular chest.
“Bring it, hot stuff,” I purr back. I bounce my ass up and bring it back down on his fat, stiff cock. He spits to get me nice and lubricated, and his saliva combined with all the slick honey dripping from my cunt helps him squeeze into the tight, sensitive pucker of my ass.
It’s like someone just turned on all the streetlights on a dark fucking road. Chase’s cock in my ass lights up my entire fucking world. He starts pressing inch after inch of his 12-inch dick into the tightness of my ass, and I strangle his cock with my hole like a fucking vice grip.
The orgasm starts building immediately. If Eric doesn’t hurry up, he’s going to miss the first act of the show.
“What’s taking you so long, hot stuff?” I whine through gasps and moans.
Eric throws his suit jacket to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt with great deliberation.
“I just like watching you squirm,” he purrs through a sexy, lopsided smile. “Beg me to fuck you, bride.”
“PLEASE FUCK ME!” I scream—because yeah, I’m so close to an orgasm with Chase’s cock pounding my ass the way it is, I would beg for literally anything right now. “Eric, fuck me! Please fuck me—I want it! I need it, please! PLEASE—OH!”
It’s a good fucking thing I’m so lubed up with wetness, because Eric’s cock is massive and thick. He takes me with it in a single stroke, and then I’m totally filled. His fingers tease and twist at my nipples as he fucks me into Chase.
Chase’s own hands wrap around my hips and throat as he fucks me right back into Eric.
“I’m gonna come,” I hiss, riding these two cocks like they’re a fucking roller coaster at an amusement park. “I’m gonna—Oh! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’M GONNA—AAAAH!”
“KARA!” Eric snarls, pumping my cunt even harder as it spasms around him.
“KARA!” Chase yells, pounding my ass as it grips his cock tighter than ever.
I can feel their cocks rubbing against each other with only a thin wall of flesh between my pussy and my ass as they thrust inside me in unison—and then, moaning and grunting like the cavemen they are, their delicious fucking cum starts to fill me until it’s dripping out of me and splattering onto the window beneath.
It’s like we’re spraying our mixed cum all over Tokyo. Like we’re fucking gods, sowing our seed through the night.
“I need to clean that up,” I giggle as their bodies relax against mine.
They pick me up off their cocks and let me kneel at the window on my hands and knees, licking their delicious, mind-warp worthy cum off of the Tokyo skyline. They’re so fucking yummy—and I’m totally certain now that they’re even yummier mixed together.
We’re the perfect trio, the three of us. We complete each other—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eric and Chase kiss my hips as I lick up the last of our spilled cum. I press my palm against the window, feeling their warm mouths on my muscles and looking out at the city below us.
The blue light envelops everything around us here in the SkyTree, but outside, the world is aglow with infinite little specks of multicolored light. It all catches in the twin diamonds of my engagement rings and creates little rainbows against the glass in the night.
As I move back, I can see my reflection in the window a little bit. I look really well-fucked and really fucking happy—and even though I can’t really tell if I’m skinny or sexy or fat or fit in the dim, garbled surface staring back at me, I’m not sure that it matters.
Chase and Eric are mine. My body has never felt better. I have a gorgeous new career ahead of me…and now, I’ve got a wedding to plan, too.
I feel like I’ve finally made it.
I don’t know what my weight is now, but I know that my love feels heavy and my heart feels light.