24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his mouth off my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when he meets my asshole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

  “Yes…” I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it; there’s a detonation inside my mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining with the effort. “Fuck! FUCK!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers as I come.

  I can’t help but scream even louder. I don’t know even know how I do it; when he takes his mouth off my ass, he uses his free hand, and slides his index finger inside of my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me completely. I almost collapse on top of the desk, my muscles burning up as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I’m barely conscious. Still, desire has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.

  Summoning whatever strength I still have inside of me, I stand up and turn on my heels, facing him as my heart thumps against my chest like a cannon. I look to the right, and then to the left, my skin prickling as I see our naked bodies reflected on the wall mirrors.

  “Come here,” I whisper at him, sitting on top of his desk and parting my legs. He comes forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his cock, he angles it down and presses his glans against my wetness. With a lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry on, to fuck me as hard as he can.

  Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway in, he suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my head back, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side of the room, and I let my eyes wander to Ethan’s body; from here, I can see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he pounds me with his massive cock.

  “Now this is fun,” I tell him, looking from one side to the other and taking in the sight of Ethan fucking me from all angles. His muscles are bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human engineering they are.

  “What’s fun,” he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, “is fucking your tight pussy.” He pushes me back on top of the table, and as I lean down, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately. Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

  I keep watching everything unfold through the mirrors, my naked body ravaged by Ethan as he fucks me. It’s weird to watch everything through a game of mirrors, reflections upon reflections kicking my lust into overdrive.

  “You sure like to watch yourself,” Ethan says, thrusting as hard as he can.

  “No… I like to watch you fucking me,” I say between hard breaths, managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I’m looking into his eyes now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire, and I just know that it’s going to consume mercilessly. Which is exactly what I want.

  “Then watch,” he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his hips as his cock slides in and out of me. He rams his shaft into me until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he pulls it back all the way to his glans before thrusting again. He keeps going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a foreign word to my ears. Right now, I’m drifting away, carried by a river of pleasure and wonder.

  I close my eyes and surrender completely, allowing my brain to shut down all the unnecessary noise inside it. Now focusing only on the way his shaft strains against my inner walls and stretches me wide, it’s only a matter of seconds until I come again.

  “Don’t stop, Ethan, don’t stop!” I cry out, grabbing at the edge of the bed so hard that my knuckles turn white. My body tenses up, and just like an elastic band stretched to the limit, it simply snaps. “OH GOD, OH GOD!” I scream like a mad woman, my pussy tightening around his shaft as a violent orgasm turns my mind to shreds.

  “That’s it, babe… You scream all you want,” he whispers, leaning into me and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat too weak to carry on.

  My lungs are working overtime to get the air in, but I finally come down from Cloud 9.

  “We’re not done yet,” I tell him with a grin, as if he didn’t know it. He doesn’t even bother to reply; he just takes my legs out from his shoulders and takes one step back. With a growl in my throat, I climb down from the desk and jump on him; he moves fast, grabbing me as I cross my legs behind his back. He eases me down over his cock, and as I feel his thickness pushing past my inner lips, I rest my head against his shoulder and whimper softly.

  “You’re right,” Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep into me at a gentle rhythm, “we’re not done yet.” With each passing second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply, and instead of screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are buried deep in his flesh, and I’m biting fiercely enough to draw blood, he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge what I’m doing. Right now, it’s as if he’s impervious to pain.

  Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and I only need it because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to spur him on, and while I’m still coming, he puts me down on the floor. He’s on his knees, and I’m straddling him, but with a quick motion of his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on his knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns into a quivering moan, and I’m almost sure that tomorrow I won’t be able to speak—or sit.

  “I want you to…” I find myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I want you to… Fuck me everywhere. Everywhere.” I remember what I went through when I put on the Illicit Escape glasses, how it felt to have his thick cock sliding inside my ass… And I need to feel that right now.

  “I know,” he whispers, pulling his cock out with one single movement. “I want it too… Since I saw what you experienced with the glasses, I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”

  “Good,” I merely respond, moving like a cat and going on all fours on the floor. Even though I’m breathing hard and my muscles are screaming from all the pleasure, desire seems to act as high-octane fuel. I sway my ass from side to side, an open invitation for Ethan, and he places both his hands on my hips. Running just one finger between my ass cheeks, he presses it against my asshole and slowly feeds it into me. He pushes it all the way in and then, without a break, he starts fingering my ass. My insides are burning, and even though I have no idea how it will feel to have a cock so massive fucking my ass, I can’t wait for it.

  Once he takes his finger out of my ass, he replaces it with his cock; pressing with his glans against my hole, he rubs in an up and down motion until I’m gasping for air.

  “Please,” I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of my ass. I won’t lie, this hurts, but it’s a pain so sweet and delicious that I can’t help but want more. I thrust back even harder, and reading what’s on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shaft pushes back against my inner walls on the way in, and once every long inch of him is inside of me, there’s nothing that I can do but scream.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he was on a completely different universe. As he
starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my ass, I only know that I scream—my brain can’t even process the sound of my voice right now; it’s busy with distilling pain into pleasure.

  “Harder, Ethan, harder…” I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state, and as his cock ravages my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.

  Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me, his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I’m going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine. I want to wake up remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but we’re still doing it.

  As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire; I slide one hand down my stomach, and pressing down on my clit, I start to rub myself as his cock demolishes my ass.

  “Come, Brittney,” he says, and his words have an almost magical effect on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn’t be surprise if the mirrors on the walls simply shattered. But they don’t, and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.

  “FUCK! FUCK, FUCK!” I scream, tears streaming down my face. I feel my brain melting like butter on a hot day, and all of my nerve endings are being cauterized by the scorching heat of pleasure. I let go of my clit, and with both hands on the floor, my fingers curl into claws as my whole body tenses up and then down. The waves of maddening ecstasy rush through me, and I don’t even know how I’m still conscious. “I want you to cum in my ass,” I tell him, and a series of spasms start to take over his cock as if my words were a spell. “Cum, cum…” I repeat, and then I feel a warmness flooding me.

  Succumbing to pleasure, he pulls his cock out of my ass, and grabbing it, he starts to stroke himself as thick strands of cum cover my lower back and ass. I moan and scream like a woman possessed, feeling the way his seed covers my naked skin. He keeps stroking himself until there’s nothing left inside of him and then, letting go of his cock, he grabs my hips and leans into me.

  I feel his lips on my asshole, his tongue scooping up the cum that’s dripping out. He keeps on licking me until there’s nothing left inside of my ass, and then he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all of his seed inside of his mouth. Then, with his hands resting on my lower back, he starts to rub his seed all over me, his fingers sliding easily over my body.

  Completely spent, I still find the strength to turn around and face him. Without a single word, I lean into him and press my mouth against his, parting his lips with my tongue. We kiss in a frenzy, and I take all the cum he holds in his mouth inside of mine; as I pull back from his kiss, I grin and swallow, allowing his saltiness to burn down my throat. I feel the scent and flavor of my pussy and ass on his lips, and that only manages to make me hungrier for his semen.

  With a gentle smile, he lets his tongue out and licks my lips dry, cleaning them of the few drops of cum hanging there.

  “I love you,” he tells me, a quiet tenderness in his eyes. “I never thought I’d feel like this, but fuck, I really love you, Brittney.”

  “I love you too…” I whisper, closing my eyes and letting his words echo inside of my head. I love you, he said. Ethan loves me. It feels unreal, as if I’m dreaming or living a fantasy through his Illicit Escape glasses. Forget about lust and sex… Right now, all that matters is his love for me, and I have it.

  Still, even though his words are genuine… I know there are roadblocks on our path. Simon won’t take this lying down, and he has the means to make my life a living hell. Even though Ethan is a very powerful man, I don’t know if he can protect me from what lies ahead.

  Yes, I’m afraid, I won’t lie about that. But, at the same time, I’m as happy as I have ever been. I’ve finally found true love, and God, I’ll do everything that I can in order to not lose it.

  Ethan

  I wake up and the sun is just coming up over the city. I look over.

  Brittney’s lying next to me. She’s sleeping soundly under blankets; the only way I can even fucking tell she’s there is the mop of blonde hair that’s sticking out.

  But underneath the blankets, I feel her soft body pressed against me. Her curvy ass pressed against my cock.

  The fact that I even got any fucking sleep is a mystery. I mean my cock between these fucking gorgeous ass cheeks? It’s already coming back to life and getting hard. I just want to fuck her. Again.

  Jesus fucking Christ. You’d think someone who runs the world’s largest pornography company would have enough sex in his life and not be running around like some fucking horny 16-year-old kid.

  That’s exactly when Brittney yawns again. It’s such a fucking cute little yawn. She wriggles her body a little, and nestles her ass a bit deeper into my crotch.

  You remember I was asking what the fuck was wrong with me? Why I was acting like a horny 16 year old?

  Well, forget I ever said anything because feeling that beautiful ass on my dick is enough to remind me of the reasons that I’m so fucking in love with this woman.

  Don’t get me wrong; it’s not just the sex. She’s honestly such an amazing person that I can’t even begin to describe it. So warm. So loving. So pure.

  Yeah, pure. I know her past. A porn star who’s starting over. But inside that, past that, is a purity that you don’t see in a lot of people.

  I know she’s struggling with something more though. I just can’t—

  Wait, did you hear that?

  I stop thinking and pay attention and a moment later I hear the doorbell chime once more.

  Sighing to myself, I realize that whoever is at the door probably has a good reason to be here at 7:30 am.

  With great fucking reluctance, I slowly extricate myself from Brittney. Even though she’s sleeping, I can tell Brittney misses my body. She gives off a little mewl as I get out of bed and put on a robe.

  I pad over to the living room. The sun is just rising above the buildings on 5th Avenue. It’s a fucking beautiful sight that reminds me why I love living in New York City.

  I open the door and somehow, I’m just not really fucking surprised at all to see Cheryl.

  She’s already dressed in a prim and proper black suit and pencil skirt. I step aside to let her in.

  “Sleeping in?” Cheryl asks me with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow.

  I groan. “It’s 7:30 in the fucking morning, Cheryl,” I manage to say as I walk over to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

  “They say the early bird gets the worm,” she replies back, following me.

  “My worm gets enough fucking bird, thank you,” I tell Cheryl as she rolls her eyes at me.

  I pour my coffee as Cheryl sets down her tablet and turns it on.

  “Would you like to go over the plans so far for the launch?” she asks me.

  I look at Cheryl. “It’s 7:30 in the morning, Cheryl…” I begin, but if she cares, she doesn’t show it.

  “We are three months away from releasing the one product that will revolutionize the pornography industry in ways that dwarf what the VCR did, Ethan,” she tells me sternly. “7:30 in the morning means absolutely nothing to me.”

  She’s got a point. I need to not go soft.

  “Let’s go to the living room,” I tell her, and grab her a cup of coffee and take it with me. I sit down on the sofa and she remains standing.

  “Like I said, we’re launching in three months, and we’re going directly out to 192 countries,” she begins.

  Now I’m in work mode. “How many retailers have signed on
?” I ask. I’m not hopeful. I mean we’re talking about a virtual reality porn product.

  “We’ve gotten commitments from Target, Wal-Mart, Best Buy, Amazon, and CostCo for superior product placement,” Cheryl says and I do a double take.

  “Really? Holy fucking shit,” I exclaim. She nods her head.

  “They all see the intrinsic value in this,” she tells me. I shake my head. A lot has certainly changed since I was a fucking kid.

  “We’re working with other major retailers such as Dollar Tree, Sears, as well as independent retailers to take us on, and we’re still waiting to hear from Google and Apple,” Cheryl finishes.

  I nod my head. “Press?” I ask.

  “Generally favorable so far, and I think the announcement we did in Times Square got us on the front page,” Cheryl says. “It has also attracted a fair amount of unwanted attention,” she finishes.

  “Unwanted attention?” I ask her, cocking my eyes.

  Cheryl nods, looking glum. “Our cyber security people have stopped 18 attacks designed to compromise our internal networks in the last week alone,” she tells me and I start looking over a report that she places in front of me. “Mostly it was attempts to get at the plans or the strategy behind the I.E.” Cheryl says.

  “Who was it?” I ask her.

  She looks at me. “Who do you think?”

  There’s a moment of pause between us.

  “He’s still out there, Ethan,” Cheryl says. “And he wants the plans for this device. He’s not going to stop and he’s going to spend as much money as he needs to until he gets it. And just hacking into our systems isn’t all I think he’s doing.”

  I look at Cheryl in alarm. What the fuck is she talking about?

  “How else is he going to get it?” I ask her sharply. “He’s going to rob me?”

  She shrugs. “He would if he could, but I think he’s trying to get someone on the inside. He’s trying to put in a mole.”

  “Who?” I ask.

  Cheryl looks at me. “You know who I’m talking about,” she tells me.