by Dark Angel
“Tambour interacts naturally with the inner lust of its wearer to create a unique experience that really does need to be seen to be believed, but there’s absolutely more than just our word for it!”
She goes on to list features and ingredients. Not exactly an exciting ‘commercial.’ She moves on to testimonials, and I perk up for a moment hearing the name of the woman up the street, but as she drones on, I’m about ready to close the page and go about my night. When suddenly…
“Listen…I know I must be boring you, huh? I know why you’re really here.”
I stare at my screen, nearly in disbelief at what I’m seeing. She’s beginning to unbutton her jacket and the blouse underneath. What’s going on?
She quickly reveals rather ample cleavage, hidden and accentuated by a gorgeous, and very obviously expensive, matching pink lace bra and panty set.
I settle back in my seat as I stare at this elegant woman strip completely nude. I peek around my shoulder for a brief moment, knowing no person would be behind me, but still. It’s not exactly the sort of thing I watch.
If anything, I’m more the occasional naughty romance novel reader. Definitely not this.
But I can’t deny it. I want to see more.
Once she’s fully nude, she picks up the perfume bottle next to her and applies a light dab of it on her wrists and neck. She stares directly at the camera, directly at me, and smiles wide.
Something in her look changes after a moment. She’s more…brazen. Her body is quickly becoming obviously aroused.
Her nipples grow visibly hard, her skin flushes, and she begins to squirm at the hips. I could almost swear I see a drip of fluid running down her legs.
I’m absolutely frozen with pure curiosity at this point. My eyes are glued to the screen as she begins again to explain the product, this time about the effects it’s currently having on her.
As she does, a group of 12 men begin to funnel around her, each in incredibly well-tailored business suits. They are each uniquely gorgeous, and their eyes are as focused on her body as mine are on my screen.
With a single snap of her fingers on the screen, the men are all fully naked, in all their glory. Each of them are very well-endowed—I swear to God they each have a full foot of cock.
A scene of her begins with a couple of the men from the group.
One is in front of her and the other behind. The one in the front’s cock is presented to her mouth, and she promptly begins sucking and slobbering all over it. The one behind her positions himself properly and slides his cock into her pussy.
Her eyes roll at his penetration, and she moans, still with the other cock in her mouth. In slow motion, you see both of them thrusting into her, and her smiling with her eyes trained on the two.
Another scene fades in as the first fades out, this time one of her stroking two cocks at once. Her hands are gripped perfectly around the throbbing cocks, and she jerks at them in slow, twisting motions, grinning lasciviously with every pump.
Their bodies are all tanned and glistening with sweat. It’s almost unsettling how perfect all of them are. I find that I can’t close the ad anymore, even if I wanted to. I’m absolutely captivated.
One final scene shift occurs, and fades in slowly as the camera zooms to the perfect crop of our lovely star female. This time the camera is angled directly on her. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth and cum from each of their cocks coats her face, her hair, her collarbone, fills her mouth...it’s everywhere.
She smiles and licks the corners of her lips. She brings her hands to her face and slides her fingers directly onto the cum. Simultaneously, “Tambour” fades into the picture across the scene.
The woman takes the fingers that are coated in cum and places them in her mouth. After they’re licked clean, she looks into the camera.
“Thank you for sticking around. You’ll have just as much fun as I have here, once you’ve tried Tambour for yourself,” she says.
She winks and blows a kiss before fading away. The logo for True Love appears in her place, and just like that, it’s over.
All I’m left with is the desire to be a part of that, to experience that for myself. I smile and click the button.
A Special Treat from the Author
I love ya my fab readers!
I know that like we totes don’t say it enough but this whole thing is about you Angels.
With that in mind, we want to share some more love with you.
After this you’ll find seven hot reads attached.
•The Biggest Licker by Alexis Angel
•Buyer’s Market by Dark Angel
•Blessed by Alexis Angel
•The Virgin Market by Dark Angel
•Dirty Daddy by Alexis Angel
•Offense & Defense by Alexis Angel
•Princely Passions by Alexis Angel
Thank you so much for reading!!
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Alexis Angel
The Biggest Licker
Move over Thursday Night Football. It's time to crown The Biggest Licker.
So you think you can dance? You think you got talent? Well, there's a new title in TV Land.
It's called The Biggest Licker.
The show is simple. Put 7 virgins in the same house with 7 eligible, lip smacking, red-hot, billionaires looking to seduce them. If a billionaire conquers a virgin she gets kicked out and he chooses one of the other billionaires to leave the house as well. Whoever lasts till the end gets the prize - $2 billion dollars and a dream apartment in the heart of New York City.
Sound fun? Well it was until this season.
All of a sudden, because of an immunity challenge, we have Tristan and me as the last two billionaires chasing after one lone virgin.
But Megan Wright is something entirely different. Every inch of her makes my blood boil. Her curves tempt me to desire. Her body teases me to madness. And it's all live on prime time.
But she's doing more than arousing lust. She's making me experience thoughts and feelings I never thought possible. And she's doing it for both of us.
We both want to claim her as ours individually.
But what happens when we join forces and take her together?
Well, America...open wide, because I guarantee you ratings won't be the only thing exploding here...
The Biggest Licker Season Update!
Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. Welcome to the only show where we take 7 virgins and put them in a fancy Manhattan apartment with 7 of the most eligible billionaires in America. What happens after? That’s up to the contestants, but we’ll be watching.
Chase: Just to make sure everyone is caught up on the rules, here is a recap. Any virgin that has her pussy penetrated by a billionaire get’s kicked off. The billionaire that did the penetration gets to kick out another billionaire. As billionaires fuck virgins and eliminate other billionaires, finally two people - one virgin and one billionaire will remain. At this time, if the virgin gives up her v-card, she loses and the billionaire wins. If she keeps her virginity, she wins. If they fall in love, she declares him her One True Love and they share the prize.
Nadia: That’s right. So the person that’s left is set basically, they will be walking away with the combined entry fees of all the billionaires who sought to participate – a cool $2 billion dollars – as well as the fabulous One57 penthouse apartment that the show filmed in.
Chase: These may be billionaires, but $2 billion is $2 billion. No one is that wealthy that they turn down that much money.
Nadia: And let’s not forget the apartment. Money can’t even buy you a corner penthouse in One57 anymore.
Chase: So true. To be the true royalty of New York City means doing it only one way.
Nadia: What’s that Chase?
Chase: By banging virgins and then eliminating your
competition!
Nadia: So true. But after one season, we’ve come towards the end of this competition.
Chase: Correct. After a season filled with twists and turns and revelations, we now have one virgin left – Megan Wright – and two billionaires vying for her hand.
Nadia: I don’t actually know if they’re vying for her hand, per se. More like the space between her legs.
Chase: You’re absolutely right Nadia. The billionaires, Tristan Kane and Madden Sires, are in fact vying for her to let them be the first one to stick their billionaire cocks inside of her.
Nadia: Now Megan is allowed to engage in all other types of sex. Anal, oral, and all other variations are acceptable as long as there is no vaginal penetration and breaking of the seal. We all remember a certain President, of course--
Chase: I don’t think we’re able to discuss politics on the air, Nadia. Stick to safe subjects like virgin pussies and dripping cocks. This is broadcast television, remember? There could be kids watching.
Nadia: I’m so sorry everyone. I don’t know what came over me. As I was saying, the billionaires are going to be trying to get into Megan. Now it’s up to her to pick a contestant to give away her flower to. Or, if she chooses to hold out, she can become a billionaire herself.
Chase: That’s right. Should Megan keep her virginity intact, she will go ahead and win the apartment and the money.
Nadia: Madden has slept with four virgins. He eliminated 4 billionaires as per the rules of the game. The virgins he conquered were removed from the show.
Chase: And Tristan slept with two virgins. But he won the single immunity prize at the beginning, making him immune during the final elimination round.
Nadia: It threw a bit of a wrinkle in the show because now we have two billionaires vying for the same virgin. Only one person will win. The next several days promise to be very interesting.
Chase: But only if you tune into the 24 hour reality show that’s taking America by storm.
Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!
Megan
“Okay, Megan, you’re the last virgin standing on Biggest Licker. Just tell the camera how you feel.”
I nod at Maya, the production assistant, and take a deep breath as I get ready to give my confessional. It won’t be hard to act excited. This is what I came here for. To win the grand prize. And I’m so close I can practically taste it.
I center myself, knowing I need to give Maya exactly what she wants with this little speech. It’s only been five minutes since the live eviction, and they called me straight up to my room before I had a chance to do more than hug Tristan and Madden.
Maya holds her hand up, indicating the camera is about to roll, then drops it quickly and leans forward as if she just remembered something.
“Don’t forget, you’re waiting for the right one. These viewers aren’t interested in how much you need this money. They want to believe you’ve been holding on to your v-card all this time for love. That’s your angle.” She rolls her eyes and smirks, showing just how ridiculous she thinks that idea is.
Not that I blame her. It is a bit ridiculous. I mean, a house full of virgins? And then there are the billionaires, whose sole purpose on Biggest Licker is to seduce us, make us give it up. If the producers get their way, I’ll end up handing over my v-card before the upcoming season finale and they won’t have to pay up.
But they have another thing coming. They have no clue how much I need that money. I remained a virgin all through college. I think I can keep that status firmly intact for one more week. Especially since all the guys have been eliminated except for Tristan and Madden—though if I’m going to be stuck in a house with a couple billionaires vying for my attention, I don’t think there are any two I’d rather be with.
I suppress a shudder thinking about how miserable it would be if any of the other sleaze-balls had made it this far with me, then decide to just go with those thoughts and focus on who is here. I smile as the light on the camera flicks on.
“Oh my god,” I gush, “I can’t believe it. I’m the last virgin standing!” I clap my hands and go for a dreamy expression, knowing that’s just what Maya wants. “And with Tristan and Madden? I don’t think there are two sexier men I could be in this house with.”
I lean back on my plush, white over-sized chair and tuck my feet underneath me. “I’m in some kind of fantasy. I mean, this apartment? Insane.” I spread my arms wide for the camera.
That much is true, too. It’s so fucking over the top that I almost don’t want the show to be over. And if I’m being honest, if it wouldn’t mean I’d be sent packing—straight out of the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever set foot in—I might have already given in to temptation and let one of those two sexy men have me. It’s obvious they’ve both had their eyes on me.
I gesture for the camera at my bedroom that’s decked out in shades of gray, silver and white with a giant-ass four-poster bed that feels like a cloud covered in a feather duvet. It looks like a pillows factory, that’s how many silky pillows are scattered around the room. A waterfall trickles gently down the wall near the bed, covering what looks like a cityscape through a huge floor-to-ceiling window—but it’s all an illusion, made to look like we aren’t actually on a set in a production studio. Curtains and luxe fabrics drape over the walls and hang from the posters of the bed, candles and mood lighting are everywhere, and don’t even get me started on the private bathroom.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. The bathtub alone is large enough to fit at least ten people. Water falls from the ceiling like rain. Then there’s the heated marble and the colored lighting. The entire apartment screams sex. And there are plenty of places to do it, too. I’ve seen plenty of that in my weeks here. Naked bodies going at it in a place that’s anything but private. And I’ve imagined more than once what it would be like to put my huge bed to good use.
But no, that’s not why I’m here. I keep reminding myself I’m here for the prize money—the money I only get if I don’t give it up to one of the two sexy billionaires remaining.
“But Tristan and Madden?” I repeat, widening my eyes at the camera. “I’m so glad they’re the ones I’m here with. I really think one of them could be The One. I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted—a man who I love and who loves me. Someone who’s worthy of giving my virginity to.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I grin shyly, just like a good little virgin should. The thing is, I haven’t actually been holding out all this time for the right guy. I’ve just been so busy working my ass off to keep a roof over my head while I finished my degree that I had literally zero extra time for dating, let alone sex.
I guess it’s a good thing, though, because it gave me the opportunity to get on the show. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Biggest Licker? I never in a million years would have thought I’d do something like this. But when my parents died, I was flat broke. I had to sell the home I grew up in just to pay for college. And if that’s not bad enough, right after graduation I lost my job. Auditioning for this show was a last-ditch effort to get some money, seeing as how my degree has done nothing to help me find a decent job.
But no one watching this show wants to hear that shit. So I give them what they want. “I have no idea which one I like most, though. They’re both so hot. And, oh my god, it’s so crazy that I have not only one but two billionaires that are just dying to get in my panties. It’s going to be really hard this next week with those two.”
I giggle and wink, and Maya gives me a thumbs-up from behind the camera and turns it off. That’s exactly what her boss, the producer, wants. For me to give it up—my virginity and the huge payday I’ve been holding out for. But I think Maya wants me to win. She’s pretty cool, even if she is pretty cynical about love.
I actually do believe in love, but this thing I’m doing here? It’s all about the money. There’s no way I’ll fall in love with Tristan or Madden. Or have sex with them.
“Good
job, Megan,” she says, and I sit back with a sigh. “You’re so close. You’ve got this.”
I want to believe her. I am close. But I have a nagging feeling that resisting the two of them over the next week might turn out to be a lot harder than I expect.
Tristan
I take a sip of my scotch and look out the giant wall of glass across from where I sit on the huge gray sectional sofa. These set designers are fucking geniuses. If I didn’t know I wasn’t actually looking out on Manhattan from a penthouse view, I’d believe it was real. That’s how good these guys are.
I like it. I’m used to only the best. I was hesitant to even come on this show in the first place because my life is already just about perfect. Why would I need to come on a show like Biggest Licker?
But it’s been pretty fucking awesome, even if most of the other billionaires who were in the house were a bunch of horny idiots who never once conquered a virgin. I’m not surprised they’re gone. What does surprise me is that they even made it on the show in the first place.
I mean, it’s supposed to be a show about the country’s most elite billionaires. Yet none of them even come close to me. How some of those fuckers remained in the house as long as they did is beyond me. And look what happened. Between Tristan and I - we took out all the virgins in the house. No one else ever even got one. And Madden is nothing compared to me. As far as I’m concerned, none of those assholes were worth giving up a shot at the prize money for one good fuck.
The only one who held out and is still here is Megan. I smile as I think about her. That girl is something else. She resisted all the billionaires so far, including me. But I’m determined to change that. I will have her. Me. Not Madden.
