“Whoa, ladies, hang on.” I break up the conversation like I do every week. “We all know it’s not about the size.”
Layla just looks at me, deadpan. “And you’d know this because…?”
I grin and wink at the camera. “I’m just saying. It takes a lot more than a big cock to satisfy a woman.”
“I’ll agree with you there,” Layla says, giving me a heated look that has the audience getting all riled up again. They fucking love us together. Our chemistry on camera is off the charts. I don’t think it’s too much to say that we’re the main reason they tune in to our show week after week.
“Fine,” Layla continues, “I’ll ask a different question. Which of the men was the most sexually satisfying?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” I say, getting ready to dig in to what I’m best at—helping the women of this world learn how to get what they need. Well, I take that back. It’s what I’m second best at. Because we all know that despite Toby’s staggering success on A Cunning Linguist, I still reign supreme as the king of cunnilingus.
Wink.
The guest of the week takes us back through her sexcapades of the past few days, not holding back. She gives us all the dirty deets.
That’s what we do here on The O Connection. It’s like A Cunning Linguist meets The Bachelor. The featured guest goes on three dates with three different men; Layla and I evaluate her experiences on fire and help her choose which one is her very own perfect sexual match.
Genius, am I right?
By the time the hour-long segment is over, our guest has found her match and we bring him out for the audience to see. It’s fun. And we’re helping the people of this world have better sex. Noble aspirations, to be sure.
Once I left the old show, I came up with this idea—with Layla’s help, of course. She just wasn’t satisfied anymore with her job at the FCC. Her research into my show inspired her and she wanted to help women out too. So that’s what we do now.
After tonight’s filming wraps, I grab Layla and pull her back into the dark hallway behind the sound stage. These shows always get me so hot for her. Watching her tell the guest how to liberate themselves sexually and take what they want is a total turn on.
“You were so fucking hot tonight,” I tell her as I press her up against a wall and slide my hand under her dress.
Fucking drenched.
Just like always.
Layla moans into my shoulder as I tease her clit. “Fuck, Jake. I couldn’t wait to get off that stage and get you inside me.”
I’m not the only one who gets hot and bothered during the show. My girl is like a live wire afterwards. Every fucking time.
In seconds, she’s coming hard all over my hand. “That’s one,” I say with a smirk, pushing two fingers inside her wet heat. “Ready for number two? I’m feeling a bit like an overachiever tonight, babe. What do you say we go for ten?”
She mumbles something incoherent—she's well on her way to number two, you know—but I’m taking it as a yes. “That’s my girl.”
This life I have? It’s pretty much perfect.
Red & Blue
A MFM Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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