"Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you," I tell him with a grin, reaching for his cock with my hand. Grabbing it firmly, I start stroking him, moving my hand as I start to sway my hips against Liam’s body.
"I wouldn’t let you forget about me," Carter simply says, reaching for my tits and squeezing them, my flesh molding to his fingers. I close my eyes again, surrendering to the sway of my own body and the feeling of Liam’s cock deep inside of my pussy. It’s hard work being with two men—you can’t simply focus on your own pleasure. But I’m not complaining; that’d just be silly.
Liam’s hands are resting on my lower back, his fingers brushing over the tiny dimples I have there as he starts to rock his body against mine, thrusting upward. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to replace the sway o
f my hips. I merely keep in place, grinding against him as he moves up and down. Wanting to devote all my attention to the cock deep inside of me, I let go of Carter’s cock and look him in the eye.
"I want you to stroke yourself," I tell him, a note of dominance in my words. "I want you to do it while Liam fucks me," I continue, my voice quivering as Liam starts to thrust harder. Carter doesn’t bother responding; he returns my gaze, unblinking, and grabs his cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to stroke himself, moving his hand at a steady but anxious pace.
Enjoying the view, I let one hand slide down my stomach and press two fingers over my clit, rubbing it fast. I have to grit my teeth, my brain suddenly overloaded; it has to deal with the sight of Carter stroking himself, my fingers on my clit, and Liam’s cock pushing back against my insides. All in all, it’s almost too much for me to take. Gritting my teeth, I breathe out deeply, my fingers moving even faster as something wild and fierce grows inside of me.
"Yes…" I mutter, hissing through my gritted teeth as I feel my body tensing up. "Oh, yes…" Like a bullet flying out from the muzzle of a gun, I go off; I scream my lungs out, not even bothering to care if the driver can hear us. We should be safe enough, since the whole limo was built to be soundproof, but I have my doubts that a scream as loud as mine will go unnoticed. I don’t have the time to ponder stuff like that though; there’s a surge of electric pleasure in all of my muscles, and I close my eyes as my pussy clamps around Liam’s cock. I throw myself back against him, the fabric of his shirt on my back, and simply surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping at my body.
"Good girl," Liam whispers against my ear, squeezing my right breast while he speaks. I chuckle at that, his words waking up that deviousness inside of me.
"There’s nothing good in me, Liam…" I say, a gentle laugh leaving my mouth. "I’m a bad girl, through and through."
"Let’s see how bad you are when I’m the one fucking you," I hear Carter saying, his words jolting me back into action.
Without allowing myself a moment’s rest, I get up, making Liam’s cock pop out of my pussy. I climb on top of the seat and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side toward Carter.
"Let’s see then," I say, Carter hooking his fingers on my waist. My hands are on Liam’s legs, my eyes on his erect shaft, but I’m fully focused on my pussy right now. Carter has knelt on the seat right behind me, and he’s pressing his glans against my wet folds, rubbing it against me without thrusting. Anxious to feel him his shaft, I push my hips back, his cock sliding two inches inside of me.
"If that’s how you want it," Carter whispers, pushing his cock all the way in. I gasp as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, his cock moving fast and mercilessly. Without wasting time, he starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me while he keeps his fingers hooked on my waist.
My brain coming to terms with the way Carter’s ravaging me, I finally give Liam the attention he deserves: I grab his shaft with one hand and lower myself over it, parting my lips and allowing him inside my mouth. My wetness is still coating his shaft, and I can’t help but twirl my tongue around it, licking it dry of my own fluids.
Carter’s cock in my pussy and Liam’s in my mouth, I let my body be moved by instinct and desire. I sway my hips, thrusting back against Carter, and keep moving my head in a coming and going motion over Liam’s shaft.
I want to moan and I want to scream; the only thing stopping me from doing so is Liam’s cock, his length pushing my tongue down as it slides in and out of my mouth. That doesn’t stop me from dangling over the edge. Both their cocks ravaging me, it’s a matter of seconds until that electric buzz bubbles up to the surface; I feel it under my skin, tiny sparks of pleasure pulling at the edges of my mind. The urge to scream becoming too strong to deny, I raise my head and take Liam’s cock out of my mouth.
"Fuuu--" I start, the word dying on my lips as it turns into a frenzied scream of ecstasy. I feel the muscles in my throat cramping up, but that doesn’t shut me up. Oh, no—I hiss and moan all the while, riding my orgasm all the way to the end. My muscles are trembling and twitching, and when they finally stop I feel exhaustion taking over me; it’s as if pleasure gave way to concrete, my limbs feeling too heavy to move. The moment Carter pulls out, I simply roll to the side and collapse on top of the seat, breathing so hard I feel on the verge of passing out.
I lay back, forgetting about everything around me as I let my lungs work themselves into a normal state. When the orgasms start to subside, I open my eyes. Carter is still kneeling on the seat, his cock right above my face, and Liam is kneeling at my feet; I spread my legs, allowing Liam to kneel between them, and grin at both men.
"Show me what you've got," I purr, my voice laced with exhaustion. "Come for me…" I tell them, and they grab their cocks at the same time. Their eyes on my body, they start to stroke themselves, moving their hands at a frantic pace. I moan, not because of something my body is feeling, but because of the pleasure coating my mind; after all, what could be more pleasurable than having both Carter and Liam jerking off over my naked body?
I hear one of them groan, and the very next second, a rope of cum hits me across the chest. I don’t know if it came from Liam or from Carter, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter; one second after that they both start coating me in cum, their cocks gushing all over me. Their warm juices cascade onto my skin eagerly, thick strands of semen painting my body in pale white.
"So fucking good…" I moan, grabbing my tits and rubbing their cum all over. I’m not one to curse, but it just feels appropriate right now. How else would I put into words what I’m feeling right now? Because this is fucking good, there’s no other way to put it.
I move my hands from my breasts to my stomach, sliding my fingers all over my skin, smearing myself with cum. With my eyes still closed, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as an invitation; they take the hint pretty quickly, their saltiness soon all over my tongue. My mouth brimming with cum, I let them spray the rest of their load all over the rest of my body. Still lying down on the seat, I don’t dare to move; I keep still, frozen in place as I feel fat drops of cum drip down my skin and onto the seat.
I close my mouth, but, before swallowing, I open up my eyes; I want to see the look in their face as I do it. Glancing at Liam and then at Carter, I finally allow their cum down my throat, their flavor blending into something so mind numbing that a violent shiver goes down my spine.
Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerve endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems like that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.
"See?" I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. "Sharing is fun." They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.
Sharing is fun, indeed… Especially when I’m the one being shared.
New York Daily Journal
SCANDAL, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have a unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…