Buyer's Market: A Billionaire + Virgin Dark Fairytale

by Dark Angel

  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 an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  The New York political world was stunned yesterday as out of nowhere, the long simmering feud between Governor Carter Andrews and Mayor Liam Jeffries moved from a war of words to a literal war of fists.

  The altercation occurred at the Harvard Club in Manhattan during a brunch between the Governor and Senator Vivian Hawthorne—who has been seen by many as the one person who can bring this situation to a more stable, calmer resolution.

  According to witnesses, Mayor Jeffries, from the town of New Kingston, stormed into the club and an angry escalation of words between the two men ensued. Sources are not clear who began the fight, or who may have emerged as the victor, as police were quick to respond to the scene and take the two men into custody.

  A curious situation confronted both a tiny town that serves as a suburb of New York City, as well as the greater State of New York. Both constituencies existed for a brief time with their chief executives incarcerated.

  The situation was finally resolved when Senator Hawthorne stepped in and bailed out both men.

  The situation has many legal scholars puzzled and perhaps more importantly, many social commentators decrying a crisis of leadership.

  It seems to us at the Editorial Board that the bad old
days of Albany style backroom politics is back. That the corruption has returned. And to those who disagree with us and believe that this is simply the heated passions of two sides of the political spectrum coming to a disagreement, we point out that rather than let the voters decide which way to go, both men are now advancing their own cause based on stubbornness. Secret negotiations, welcomed at first by the Editorial Board because we thought a quick resolution would be imminent, has now instead created a culture where back room deals and scandal instead rule the day.

  It should be evident to any observer that the fact that Senator Hawthorne has been romantically linked to both Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews means her judgment is compromised when it comes to both men. This resulted, most likely, in the fact that she bailed out both men. Any situation where two politicians have romantic links to each other cannot be one that can be called fair and unbiased.

  And where does this sordid triangle then leave the citizens of New York State? They watch as both their environment becomes polluted and sickly and their jobs leave for other shores. As the politicians end up fighting each other in the court of public opinion as well as really fighting each other, the people of this state can only hang their head in shame.

  But sadly, as bad as the conduct is between the two men, the real blame lies not with them, but in the actions of Senator Hawthorne. This paper believes that the conduct of the Senator has been egregious in its utter lack of professionalism. We would like to publicly condemn the Senator for letting an explosive situation deteriorate to the point where two men are engaging in fisticuffs. And the cause for the deterioration? Because the attentions of both men must have stroked the Senator’s vanity.

  For shame, Senator. For shame.

  Carter

  I'm sitting in my office, transfixed by the landscape outside of my window.

  “We can’t do anything unless we get the people back to fucking work!” Liam bursts out.

  I sigh.

  “The Boltiador Global factories puts out more pollution than anything we would ever allow,” I say to Liam. “You’d never even get a chance to break ground; the state would close that shit down.”

  “We’d keep building,” Liam says, smirking. “Fuck that state.”

  “Yeah, except we wouldn’t turn on the fucking water or power, then what?” I shoot back. That was petty. But I feel petty.

  For the last week and a half ever since Vivian, Liam and I…had sex together, we’ve made some progress. We’ve understood what each side wants. Which is leaps and bounds ahead of where we used to be before.

  Did we really just both need to bone the shit out of Vivian to start talking at the table?

  Is that all it needed? Is that the secret to working across the aisle? As Liam would call it, “fucking the shit out of each other”?

  If I'm being honest with myself, I still can't believe what happened between us in the limo. That moment—as unbelievable as it was—is replaying itself in my mind over and over. I tell myself that I can't let that happen again. I need to stay focused.

  I know, you’re thinking about it too.

  I told you I had a monster cock swinging between my legs. Unlike Liam though, I don’t go tell every single goddamn person that asks. It’s like going to the grocery store and waiting to get your change and telling the cashier you have a 12-inch pecker. I don’t do that. But it gets the job done.

  But that was then. This is now. And I can’t let the people of this state suffer because I gave in to Liam because I got soft on the environment. On protecting their health and well-being. No, what happened in the limo is a one-time incident. I—we—need to move on.

  The intercom on my phone buzzes. I can tell from the flashing red light that the call is coming from my secretary.

  "Yes, Cathy?" I answer.

  "Governor Andrews, Jason from Strategy needs to see you. He’s outside. Right now."

  "That's fine. Go ahead and add it to my schedule. I'll be free in another hour, Cathy."

  "Thank you, Mr. Andrews. But he says he needs to see you now."

  I sigh. It’s always like this with him.

  But the thing is, when he needs to see me, he really usually needs to see me.

  I look over at Vivian and Liam who are sitting at the table.

  “Can we pick this up later?” I ask.

  Liam looks at me and pulls out a bottle of bourbon. That used to be my bottle, but he got a hold of it. He takes a long swig.

  Given the events of the last few days, I feel like I need it too.

  I reach out my hand and Liam hands me the bottle. I take a drink. The warm liquid slides down my throat in a fiery trail, and puts me at ease. If I'm going to take this meeting with Jason, I might as well be relaxed.

  “Governor Andrews?” my secretary asks again.

  I look at the time again. Shit. It’s been almost five minutes since she called.

  Vivian gets the hint.

  “Why don’t we pick up later?” she asks.

  She looks amazing per usual. Her blonde hair frames her face and reflects the light of the office. She's wearing a low-cut dress, and her cleavage absorbs my attention. Or at least in my mind it does. Did I really just say that I wanted all of this to end between us? Because now I'm already having second thoughts. Seeing her again makes my pulse leap for the millionth damn time today.

  "Look, we got a lot fucking done today, didn’t we?” Liam asks. “Can we unwind a bit…maybe say we schedule a dinner for this evening?" Liam asks, looking at me and Vivian.

  He’s inviting me to dinner.

  This is the strangest and most twisted affair I’ve ever had.

  Vivian looks at Liam for a second. Then she looks at me. As if deciding internally if she wants to do this. Because with dinner is going to be booze. In the city. There’s only one thing we’re going to do after that.

  “It’s a bit unconventional of a relationship, isn’t it?” I ask her.

  She looks at me and smiles.

  "If unconventional is what we’re after, let's meet at a circus-themed restaurant," Vivian suggests.

  "And where do you suppose we find something like that?" I ask intrigued.

  "Le Cirque," she responds, as if it's the obvious answer.

  "I wouldn't say that's exactly unconventional," Liam chimes in.

  "How many restaurants do you know are circus themed?" Vivian asks. "I'd say that's a little out of the box."

  Is it wrong that all I'm thinking about is Vivian's 'box' right now? I can't stop staring at her perfect breasts in front of me. I think I'd agree to just about anything if she suggested it.

  "Le Cirque is iconic," Liam quips. "That's a signature midtown restaurant."

  "I'm free tonight. What time?" I ask.

  "Let's make it 8 pm," Vivian suggests. "You two bring your gorgeous selves, and I'll bring the acrobatics."

  My heart leaps again as I wonder what exactly she's implying. Acrobatics? Is she referring back to what happened between us in the limo?

  "Done," Liam replies.

  I also go ahead and agree with Liam, "Count me in."

  We say our good byes and they walk out of the office. I sit back for a moment in my chair and think about how easy it was to speak with both of them. It was all so cordial. Hell, even the meeting was good. Liam is right. We actually are getting somewhere. We’re going to get this deal done. This couldn’t have been more different from our encounter at the Harvard Club. I mean, one minute, I'm putting my fist into Liam's face, and the next, we're making dinner reservations.

  I remember my impending meeting with Jason, Chief Strategist, and I snap my laptop closed and go to my desk. Vivian and Liam have left. I push the button to my intercom to summon my secretary.

  “Cheryl, you can let Jason in now.”

  As if waiting for the word, Jason, my Chief Strategist, bounds in. He's always been a high-strung person, but today he seems especially frazzled. When he turns his head, his body bounces along sharply with his every movement.


  With him is my Press Secretary, Michele.

  She looks up at me. "Have you seen the news Governor?"

  "I just got out of a meeting. I haven't seen anything," I reply.

  "Well then, you better crawl out from whatever rock you're buried under and watch this," she says, walking over to a nearby television. She clicks it on, and I watch as the screen comes to life.

  A reporter is speaking in a hurried tone. "Again, if you’re just joining us, we have breaking news being reported by the New York Daily Journal of yet another scandal in Albany. That’s right. New York State has had its share of political mischief, but this time, all levels of government seem to be involved. Political operatives on both parties are outraged in what they say is some of the worst abuses of power this state has ever seen. Revolving around Governor Andrews and his decision to block the investment of several factories from the Boltiador family and further move more jobs to China, inside sources tell me that a deal is being put into place that would do just that.”

  Well, it’s not that bad, actually.

  “At the heart of this decision is a desire that has nothing to do with government, but a desire to be romantically involved with the state’s junior Senator to Washington, Vivian Hawthorne,” the reporter continues.

  Okay. That might be pretty bad.

  “The Governor has been in a very unorthodox mood lately, acting in a very strange manner according to those close to him. Last week, he was involved in a fight that led to a temporary arrest in New York City. And now, sources confirm that he’s working with the Mayor of New Kingston to find a politically expedient way to move 10,000 would be jobs from the state and send them to China,” the reporter continues.

  Yeah, this isn’t looking that good. They don’t understand, that’s not what we’re trying to do. We’re trying to figure out a workaround. Maybe not bring over the highest polluting operations but more skilled work.