by Alexis Angel
He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to coming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him. I know I sucked his cock before but I want him again and now. “Come in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it and getting a thrill knowing that everyone knows that when Jake and I fuck, I want him in every hole. I want his cum everywhere. That I don't mind begging for exactly what I want.
His hands grip my shoulders hard and I can tell that he’s holding back the orgasm that’s threatening to explode on me now.
He pulls his cock out slowly, and I gasp loudly at how empty I feel. I want his cock in my mouth, though, and then I won't feel so empty.
I turn around, my back to the wall now, and I drop to my knees. I let my fingers sweep across my clit, greedy for every drop of pleasure. I grip his hips and I jam his cock deep in my mouth, slamming him deep in my throat. I am aching to taste him, and I pump my face up and down on his cock. I look up at him and see the look of adoration and love...and lust...on his face and I appreciate it all. I feel all that for Jake and I love sharing this incredible moment with him. I can't believe that the man of my dreams is fucking me on his TV show, on air, and the whole world can see just how intensely compatible we are. How in love we are. It may not be everyone else's idea of happily ever after, but I can't think of a better tasting ending to our little modern day tale of two people pitted against each other who fell in love instead.
Jake groans, and I see him bite his lip and I let his head roll back. His hands reach out and gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding me tightly and aggressively just like I enjoy, and he pushes my head back and forth with my own movements. He fucks my mouth and I swallow the length of him down my throat. I feel my whole airway blocked and I’m just breathing in him, swallowing the cum that rockets down my throat. I swallow as much of his cum as I can but there’s so much that I feel it dripping down my chin.
Jake looks back at me and that look of pleasure overtaking his gorgeous face sets me off, and I’m cumming, hard. I shudder and tremble but I keep sucking Jake’s cock until every last drop is poured down my throat that doesn't spill out of my mouth. I look into his eyes and suck him hard, licking him clean. Then I pull his cock out of my mouth and lean back against the wall again, gasping for air after being so full of Jake's 12 inches.
Jake dips down and brings his mouth to my trembling pussy, and the instant his tongue touches me, my whole body surges with pure pleasure. His hand presses against my abdomen to increase the pressure, and therefore the pleasure. I’m quaking beneath him, legs falling out behind me and him lifting me up so that he's actually holding me up against the wall while he licks my pussy again. I can't believe he's holding me up like this, and he carries me off to a table to lay me down...and then he flips me over so that I'm all fours and his mouth is back on my pussy. He spanks my ass, the other hand coming to finger my pussy, and I'm screaming out an orgasm at this point. He's not holding back at all, and I don't want him to. My hands desperately clutch at my breasts, tugging my nipples and heightening every sensation he works my body over with. I can't stand the idea of another second without my whole body being touched, tasted, spanked, or fucked. I've got an animalistic, primal urge within me that's making me act purely on instinct. I am driven utterly by lust. I moan out constantly, the whimpering sounds of my breathing being buried in lust.
Jake's mouth goes to my ass and he runs his tongue up and down my hole before he rams several fingers in there, pressing against me as his mouth is back on my pussy again. I reach down and circle my clit, driving home every last drop of ecstasy that he can offer my body. I can't take much more of this, and at the same time, I hope it never ends. I'm practically screaming out now, an orgasm tearing through me like nothing I have felt before in my life. Seriously, I'm having an experience verging on the religious, my whole body lit up like a Christmas tree on display. I'm wracked with lust, my every muscle quaking and spasming, and my pussy sprays cum all over the table, making this incredible mess that puddles around me. Even I can't believe just how filthy tonight has gotten...and on air. But I can't stop myself. Even if I wanted to. The truth is that I'm just more turned on than ever by the fact that I'm panting, moaning, and coming on live television with a mouth on my pussy and fingers in my ass. My own fingers work my clit even harder and I spray so much cum that I actually feel exhausted just from the pressure. When my orgasm finally starts to subside, Jake moves his hands to spank my ass, and the aftershocks make me shiver against his mouth delicately sweeping over my clit. I drop my fingers and let his tongue do the magic. Jake just made me come on national television. I think about that, because I wasn't the first. But that doesn't matter. I'm in love with Jake. He's in love with me. And as far as exhibitionist fantasies go, I could have just won the whole sweepstakes experience here with what has just happened to my body.
Jake flips me over, his mouth crashing over mine, his hands cupping my face, and I'm overwhelmed with how incredible this whole experience just was. The FCC can't be too pleased with this performance...but the roundtable ended more than amicably. I see that Toby has covered Lori in his cum and they're currently swapping it in an intensely passionate kiss, and the audience is all staring in awe at what just happened.
Jake grabs my hand and holds it, and we stand up, and the whole audience cheers. Like, really applauds with such fury that I think those laugh track sitcoms will want this reel for their use. I have never had so many people applaud for me, even if past audiences that saw Jake and I have sex, like in the club, enjoyed it. This is so different. In a way, Jake's viewing audience went on this incredible journey with him. I learned this in the interview process—these women who watch, who come (haha) on the show—they grew with him and he showed up on their TVs and changed their lives. Now, Jake has shown the whole world that he claims me...that I'm his. I can't think of anything more powerful or special that could be shared with me.
"I can't believe you just did that...you're the best ratings boost any show has ever had," Jake whispers in my ear. "Did you like me fucking you in front of all of America?"
I bite my lip. "Fuck," I whisper.
Jake laughs. "Don't you work for the FCC...or wait, ‘fuck’ is actually one of the things we can say on our show. There are some other things we may have to discuss..." Jake kisses my cheek.
"Yes, I think knowing that a huge percentage of Americans watched us swap cum tonight and saw you fuck all of my holes...well, that's not something this woman's spank bank is likely to withdraw. That was intense," I tell Jake.
"You're intense," Jake says, his hand squeezing mine. "I have never felt like I was having sex on TV before. With you...that was even more. That was so intimate yet so exposed...I guess I might get why you enjoy this whole exhibition thing," Jake says.
I burst into laughter. The very reason I met this man is because he was a national orgasm donor, going down on women right on TV. While we dated, we've fucked in public in just about every place we could. But now that we fucked on his TV show, every which way we could, now he's starting to see the appeal of exhibitionism?
I mean, let this be a lesson to be women of the world everywhere. You don't have to understand everything about your man, and he doesn't have to understand you entirely, but when you two are right for each other, absolutely everything else will feel like it falls into place. I never had to worry about working up the nerve to do anything I did with Jake, ever, because my heart was willing to take a chance. And I'm so happy that I did because I love him more than I even knew I could love someone.
I mean, just ask the viewers what they saw...when they change their panties, I'm sure they can report that they saw how passionate the two of us are. And sex that gets its heat from love? Well, I've learned that's what happily ever afters are made of.
Layla
I bring a glass of wine into my living room where Lori’s already sitting on my couch
with her own glass.
Sitting down with a happy sigh, I say, “I’m so glad all of that is behind us. The past few weeks were really stressful feeling like we were at odds.”
Things have turned out better than I could have hoped for A Cunning Linguist. After the country went pretty much crazy—in a good way—over the episode where we all lost our minds and fucked on live TV, there’s no way the FCC could cancel the show. Not without all kinds of pushback.
Plus, and probably more importantly, Lori has done a complete one-eighty after what happened between her and Toby.
“I know,” Lori says regretfully. “I hate that I put you in such a position. If I had any idea...Well, I’m sorry about making everything so difficult for you with the investigation. I hope you aren’t angry.”
“Girl, please. It all worked out for the best.”
“I know.” She still doesn’t sound like she’s okay with how she handled the investigation. “I just wish I hadn’t let my anger and humiliation over the entire situation get the best of me. I just took the rejection so personally. After my divorce, it felt like the last option to finally find some kind of happiness with myself.”
Damn, I had no idea she was dealing with so much. She never let on about any of it. That’s what girl friends do, right? I mean, I know I’ve always told her all about my sexcapades. Not once did she make me think that her sex life was shitty. Just goes to show that there must be more women out there that need help from someone like Jake.
“So, yeah,” Lori continues, “I let all of that influence my decision to come down on ACL so hard.”
“Lori, don’t be so hard on yourself. You got what you wanted in the end. You finally broke through all that old shit and can finally let yourself enjoy sex.” I grin at her mischievously. “Speaking of which, what’s up with you and Toby?”
She grabs my arm. “Oh my God, girl, it’s so crazy. We had the filthiest, dirtiest sex imaginable last night after we left the studio.”
I hold my hand up to give her a high five. “The live broadcast sex wasn’t dirty enough for you?” I tease.
“I know, right?” She shakes her head, laughing. “I can’t believe that I’ve been missing out on that kind of kinky fun all this time.”
Laughing, I wiggle my eyebrows. “Are you seeing him again tonight?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Probably not. We may see each other again, but I don’t want to get serious with anyone. Now that I know all the fun that’s out there just waiting for me, I want to try it all. Lots of flings out there, you know.”
Holy shit. Who would've thought that my prudish boss would turn into a total sex fiend? Good for her. “That’s right,” I say, amused. “You get yours, girlfriend.”
We giggle, and then she turns speculative eyes on me. “What about you?”
“Me?” I take a sip of my wine.
“Yes, you. Are your days of flings and no-strings sex a thing of the past now that Jake Kent is making you come on the regular?”
Who is this new Lori? She’s kind of fun. “Nah,” I say casually, “this might end up just another fling. I don’t know how long it'll last.”
The words taste bitter in my mouth, and I wish it weren’t true. I really don’t know where this is going or what’s going to happen. I mean, I know that we declared our love on national TV. But there’s a lot to consider. Jake’s show has a full lineup for the rest of the season. I don’t know if I can deal. Or what he wants for the future.
“Whatever, Layla. Don’t be stupid.”
“Excuse me?”
She gives me a look like she can’t be fooled. “Don’t even try that with me. You two are obviously in love.”
“I do love him,” I admit. “I realized that. And he said he loves me, too. But I’m not sure where we go from here. With his show picking back up…it’s complicated. And he’s not ever been the relationship type.”
“Until he is.”
I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You can’t tell me that man isn’t crazy about you.”
“Yeah. That’s how it seems.” I know he cares, but we haven’t talked about where this is going. A relationship might be too much of a leap. “Besides, I don’t know what’s going to happen with us now that everything’s settled with the show. We were thrown together because of my investigation. What if it was just the circumstances we were in?” I don’t mention that him going down on a new girl every night makes me nauseous.
“Not a chance,” Lori says, waving her hand dismissively. “You two are perfect together.”
I think so too, but I just don’t know if we can make it work. It depends on if I’ll be able to handle him still doing the show. Or how Jake will react once he finds out how it makes me feel. At this point, anything could happen.
Jake
Two days after the roundtable episode that turned into the smuttiest event TV has ever seen, I’m sitting in my office with Toby when there’s a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I call out.
When Layla walks in, looking good enough to eat, a huge smile spreads across my face. I haven’t seen her since yesterday morning after we spent the full night fucking in every way possible. I’ve been so consumed with the show’s new direction that I worked all day and most of the night. Today’s been crazy busy too.
“Hey gorgeous,” I say, “what brings you here?”
She smiles. “I have some news for you.”
It’s good news from the looks of it. Layla takes a seat across the desk from me.
“Good to see you again, Layla,” Toby says with a smirk. Yeah, he definitely got quite the show from her last time he saw her.
She smirks right back, not the slightest bit embarrassed. “So we reached our final decision. The FCC has decided the show can continue in its current format. No fines or anything.”
Thank fuck.
I mean, I figured that would happen after the way everything went down (wink), but there are never any guarantees.
“Jake, I want you to know that even though things between us weren’t exactly professional, I did my due diligence. If I’d decided your show wasn’t fit to remain on the air, I would have recommended a cancelation.” She smiles softly. “But everything I discovered over the past few weeks has proven to me that the show really does serve the public good. You’re changing lives and making the world a better place.”
I stand up and come around the desk, pulling her to her feet and placing my hands on her face. She looks up at me so sincerely, and all I really want to do is kick Toby to the curb so we can get naked, but I don’t wan to ruin this moment by only thinking with my cock.
“I’m glad you came around to my way of thinking,” I say. Then I grin because I realize that makes me sound like a cocky bastard.
She shakes her head and laughs, rolling her eyes.
“What I mean is that I’m glad you understand now where I’m coming from.”
“I get it. I really do.”
I know she does because I’ve seen how her mind has shifted in the past few weeks. Even though she was open about her own sex life, she had no clue how many women out there aren’t.
“I’m sure your fans are going to be ecstatic that you’re staying on the air,” she says with a smile.
I cut my eyes at Toby, then back to Layla. “That’s where you’re wrong, babe.”
I let that hang there for a second, watching as her eyes cloud with confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m not staying on the air.”
“What?” Layla grips my wrists and looks at me like I’m crazy. Her mouth falls open in shock. “Why would you do that? I can’t believe this. After everything that’s happened and everything that we’ve all gone through to try to keep your show on, you're just going to quit? You can’t do that, Jake.”
I smile. That’s because she doesn’t know the whole story.
Layla
I’m reel
ing. I don’t understand it. Not even a little. How could Jake just throw it all away after we fought so hard to make sure he could keep his show on the air? It just doesn’t make sense.
“Why would you do that?” I ask again, incredulous.
He’s smiling about it. The man is fucking smiling about the fact that he’s just going to walk away from everything he’s ever worked toward achieving.
I won’t lie, part of me hates the idea of him staying on the show and being with a different woman every night of the week. But a stronger part of me wants him to continue the good work he’s doing, even if it breaks my heart.
“Layla,” he says, tilting my chin up, still looking totally amused.
“You think it’s funny?” I try to push at his chest, but he just wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me tightly against him, trapping me in his embrace.
“I think you’re funny.”
“Ugh, let go.” This man is going to be the death of me. He drives me wild in every sense of the word. Right now in a really fucking frustrating way.
“Layla,” he says, his voice more serious this time. “Listen to me for half a minute, will you?”
“Fine,” I say petulantly.
“I said I’m not staying on the air. I didn’t say A Cunning Linguist wasn’t.”
I stop resisting him and stare up into his eyes. “What?”
He nods. “Yeah. The show is still moving forward. But I’m bowing out. From here on out it’s going to be hosted by Toby.”
“Toby?” I echo, struggling to speak in sentences of more than one word. But he has me scrambling to catch up.
“Yeah, I think he’s proven he’s up to the challenge. Wouldn’t you say?”
