“God,” Chase sighs. “It’s like a bottomless fucking chalice down here, man.”
“Do what you have to,” Eric instructs him. “I’ll hold her steady.”
“Wha…what’s he going to do?” I ask, already trembling with anticipation and need.
“He’s going to make you come, you fucking cocktease,” Eric growls in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, though, he’s going to have a hard time keeping that clit where he wants it. Aren’t you, Chase?”
“Mmmmhmmmph,” Chase moans against my clit. The vibrations of his mouth buzz against my cunt, making my pussy fucking throb.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan back, riding each wave of pleasure.
“Oh fuck is right, Kara,” Eric says behind me. His lips move against my earlobe tantalizingly every time he speaks. “You’re in fucking trouble now, girl. I hope you realize that.”
“Yes,” I gasp. I don’t even know who I’m saying yes to: Eric’s teasing or Chase’s mouth.
Both, probably.
Probably both.
“Who knows what kind of dirty, fucking depraved things he’s going to have to do get you off,” Eric continues. “Right here, backstage, while all the other girls give their speeches…how’s that make you feel? We might make you scream, Kara—and then you might fuck up their performances. Is that how you like it? Is that how you want to fucking win?”
“N-no,” I say uncertainly, grinding my cunt against Chase’s mouth. “Or…I don’t know, m-maybe…”
“You dirty little bitch,” Eric hisses. “Getting your clit sucked while all those television cameras film just on the other side of this curtain. It’s a live fucking broadcast, remember? I wonder what all the people at home would think if they only knew how their clumsy little sweetheart was getting her slit swabbed by an ex-con’s tongue right now.”
“Oh—oh my god,” I whimper. My knees are fucking shaking. My cunt is just on the brink of convulsing into fucking oblivion.
But Chase’s mouth doesn’t fucking stop, and neither does Eric’s.
“Pin that fucking clit down, Chase. Make our woman squeal like the fucking whore she is.”
“Oh my god—Chase! Eric! Please…”
“You wanted this, Kara. You fucking wanted it. Coming over to us all horny like this, begging for cock and dripping with pussy juice. You smell like fucking sex, Kara. I bet even the people watching this fucking pageant at home could smell it on you. You’re a bitch in heat, honey. No wonder they fucking like you so much.”
“P-please,” I stutter. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Come? No, you’re fucking not, Kara. Chase, bite this little tart’s clit for me. I want to see if she gushes as much once you’ve got that sensitive little bud rolling between your teeth.”
“Mmmph,” Chase responds. I feel the sharp edge of his teeth slide over the most sensitive part of my clit as he sucks it into his mouth—then the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as he squeezes it—just gently at first—and then with all the force of his jaw.
“AAAH!” I scream in ecstasy.
I don’t even fucking care who hears it—I’m a slut now. A horny little whore. I want everyone to know—everyone in the whole fucking audience. The whole fucking world!
“That’s it, Kara,” Eric purrs. “Now—you gonna be a good girl up on stage for us?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimper, hyperventilating.
Chase shoves two fingers into my cunt, rubbing them against my G-spot as he licks my clit between his teeth.
“You gonna behave yourself and do like Daddy tells you?”
“Mmhmm!”
“How come, baby? How come you’re such a g
ood little whore for your men?”