“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.
Kara
Print ads are a breeze, even if they’re not quite as cool and pleasant as the breezes blowing in from the Pacific today.
It’s just me and Fred, the photographer for this session. He claps after every new barrage of shots he takes. Then he watches the photos appear on his monitor.
“Okay, Kara, I’d like to try one more outfit. What do you think about that?”
I rest my hand under my chin, tilt my head slightly and look up the sky.
“Hmm.”
“Are you thinking about it, Kara?”
“Oh, I’m thinking about it.”
“And what are you thinking about it?”
“Hmm. I’m thinking...fuck no.”
Fred drops the light meter he’s holding like I just fucking electrified it with my answer.
“Okay, we’ve probably got enough. Good work today.” Fred’s trying to hide the sadness in his voice. He’s really into promotional materials, I suppose.
“You get any good shots, Fred?”
Even after the not-so-hard work of a Protein Plus photo shoot, Chase’s voice is like music to my ears.
“Yeah, we’ve got enough for today.” Fred still doesn’t sound convinced.
“You get to work in fucking Hawaii, Fred. On the beach. Give it a rest.”