When I’m done licking all the precum up off of Chase’s cock, I move to Eric’s again. His precum is sweeter than Chase’s, now that I’m able to focus on their unique tastes.
Chase tastes saltier, I think. But the best thing is tasting both of them together. That’s easily the best part—that’s why they’re so fucking yummy and why their partnership must work.
Sweet and salty, all together at once. It’s fucking perfect. I could lap up their precum all day—and maybe I will.
Unfortunately, I quickly become aware that that particular business model isn’t fucking sustainable. Once I’ve gone back and forth, sucking up all the precum I can suck, I realize that I’m going to need to step it up a notch if I want more than just a taste.
“Would you look at that, Eric.” Chase chuckles as I pop my mouth off of his cock and start jerking them both off with my fists. “Looks like Kara’s slutty little mouth is finally tired.”
“And before she made us cum with it, too.” Eric looks me in the eyes and bites his lip. “What’s wrong, Kara? Don’t you want it?”
“You know I fucking do,” I say up to him. “Come for me, guys. Come all over my mouth!”
I tighten my fists around their cocks and start pumping like a madwoman. They each grab my head, winding their fingers up in my hair, but I’m stroking them too fucking good. They can try to pull my mouth to their dicks, but I hold steady.
The looks on their faces are pure fucking ecstasy. Perfect.
“Fuck, Kara,” Chase groans, his sexy lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Gonna come, Kara,” Eric warns me. “Gonna come all over that pretty fucking face and—aaagh!”
Eric blows his load first, and Chase starts right after—like he doesn’t want to be left behind.
I close my eyes as rope after rope of hot, salty cum launches at my face. When they’re done with me, I look like a hot little Ferrari in the car wash just before the rinse cycle. I’m fucking dripping with their thick, creamy love juice.
It’s fucking everywhere, too—not just on my face, but on my neck and tits, too. I run my tongue over my lips, slurping up as much as I can get.
I pull their cocks to my mouth, pumping and sucking out every last drop. As I start to feel them soften in my fists, I raise my hands to my eyelids, wiping the cum away from my eyelashes and blinking up at them in ecstasy.
“Wow,” I say, licking the cum off my fingers. God, it’s so fucking delicious. Like the yummy creamy part of a banana cream pie. “A workout and a facial. You boys sure do know how to treat a lady.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Eric says, grinning darkly.
I have one set of fingers in my mouth and the other on my neck, rubbing their cum onto my skin. But when I look down, I see that they’ve taken themselves into their fists again—and I know then, that was only round one.
“Don’t tell me you’re already full, Kara.” Chase chuckles.
I shake my head no as they grab my elbows, pulling me to my feet.
“Actually,” I say with a little giggle, “I have two empty holes that really need a good filling. Know anyone who could help?”
“You little fucking slut,” Eric says, laughing and shaking his head like he can’t even believe I’m real.
“I know just the men for the job,” Chase says with a wink.
Behind them, the Miss Sexy Universe footage is still playing on the screen. I watch as naked woman after naked woman prances across the stage in her heels, posing before breaking into the talent portion of the pageant.
There are naked fire twirlers, naked chainsaw jugglers, and about twelve different women who think that a special talent is being able to launch a ping pong ball out of their snatch.
Is there any way I could compete with all that? Fuck, probably not, right? Like, I’m not the kind of girl who’s ever juggled anything more complex than a daily schedule.
I’m a former model, not a former circus performer. All I’m good at is putting clothes on and taking them off again—
Which Chase and Eric promptly begin working on while I’m otherwise distracted by a 6’4” Brazilian woman riding a dildo unicycle.
Chase peels my workout tights off of my body, growling sexily when he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. Eric gets to work on my sports bra, unzipping it at the front and pulling it away from my arms.
“You boys work fast,” I mention as I find myself naked just like that. “I could have used you to save time during go-sees back in my modeling days, you know.”