by Alexis Angel
I picture WineBar fucking my pussy hard. They move me around so they are both holding me up and then Freeway slides into my asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. It feels so good they are both fucking me. They are both ravishing me. And they are both fighting over me. It’s sexy and is turning me on.
They shut the water off and I get on my knees before them. I want to make them both come. I want them to give me a facial. I want to be covered in their cum. I take WineBar in my mouth and cup his balls with one hand while the other is at the end of his shaft, rubbing around in circles.
“On yeah, Emily,” he moans. He starts thrusting in and out of my mouth. It’s so hot.
I stop and repeat everything with Freeway. I switch back and forth.
When I open my eyes I realize where my hand is. It’s in between my legs. I’m fingering my own pussy. I’m so turned on. My fingers slide up and down my clit and then I slide a finger into my pussy hole.
“Mmm,” I moan. It’s sore, but I like that.
I think about all the ways I fucked myself tonight. All the ways I came. I keep rubbing my pussy and go back to thinking about my fantasy. Freeway is fucking my mouth. And all of a sudden he pulls out. He uses his hand to get him through his orgasm. His hot cum is spraying me in the face. I’ve got my mouth open, catching as much of it as I can.
“Uhh. Uhh. Uhh,” he’s moaning as he finishes coming all over my face.
I turn my attention to WineBar, who tells me to bend over the side of the tub. I do as he asks and he shoves himself in my pussy. He starts fucking me harder and harder. I can feel myself getting closer to coming one more time. It’s amazing.
My legs are shaking, my breathing is erratic and I through the covers off of me. I’m really getting into it now. Rubbing my clit with my fingers hard and fast. My arm is getting tired, but I don’t care because I’m close to my orgasm. I keep going and thinking about WineBar fucking me. He fucks me so hard and so good. He’s so deep inside of me.
I’m thrusting my hips as I’m fingering myself. My moans are getting louder as I concentrate more on it. It feels so fucking good. All of it.
WineBar keeps fucking me.
“I’m gonna come,” he says and then he pulls out, still jacking himself off, I turn around just in time for him to cover my face in his cum. It’s hot and I’m eating it up as he does so. Just like I did with Freeway.
I’m so close, my arm is numb from how hard I’m finger fucking myself, but I’m so close and I can’t give up. Just a little more. I press harder into my clit. I make my thrusts and hand movements link up. Both are at the same pace and I’m so close. I can feel it. Everything goes black as my body finally caves and I start to come.
“Oh my God!” I yell out. It feels so good. It’s so much more intense then it was before. I get a cramp in my thigh and have to move, but it doesn’t ruin my orgasm. It still feels absolutely amazing. My body is shaking and trembling. And all my nerves are super sensitive.
As I start to come down, I feel my body begin to relax more and more and more. Until I’m fully relaxed in my bed and finished coming.
I take my and away from my clit and I lie here. I feel so good right now. As if I’m floating on a cloud. Even through all of my fantasies and my masturbating I haven’t been able to decide between the two guys. I’m still torn and I don’t know which one I want more.
Though, I do know that I really want to get fucked by both of them at once. That’s the only thing I’m really sure of in this moment. I’m into kinky fucking and double penetrating myself while masturbating tonight was the hottest thing I had ever done. I know I’ll love getting fucked by both of them, but would either of them really go for it?
I decide to worry about that later, I roll over and fade quickly into sleep.
Naughty Angel Newsletter
I'm dating two guys at once!! :o
Finally, I’m getting my groove back! After breaking up with FuckFace and being single for several months, I’m finally getting back in the swing of things.
So, yes, that means drinks and tapas with Freeway went amazing! Like Bourbon and Branch and then we did Harry Denton’s Starlight Room on top of the Sir Francis Drake Hotel. We had some tapas downstairs at Scala’s too.
It was really amazing. Like it’s been a long time since I went on a date where you know, I dressed up and did my hair and waxed and shaved and tweaked and did myself up. And I know I did like dates earlier and met up ppl through like Match but this was like classy, ya know? Like Freeway took care of EVERYTHING. Like opened the door for me and made me feel like a lady too.
But like he was teasing me 100% of the time. I seriously don't know if he likes me or he’s just liking making fun of me. Not like making fun of me in a mean way, but like definitely making fun of me.
But lets see, what else. Chemistry? Totally there. I can’t wait to fuck him. He’s got a nice body and awesome smile and great face and I think he’s packing a nice cock too. And he’s into me. Caught him staring at my ass a few times when I walked to go to the bathroom. It helped that I had like enough to drink that I was swaying my hips.
Also! He didn’t hesitate to kiss me. But that’s as far as he went. So he wasn’t like you know shy or whatnot like that guy last week, MATCH, but he wasn’t all grabby either.
It was like a nice, long, sexy kiss and honestly afterwards I was like I wouldn’t mind fucking him right now. But he was all about dropping me off and talking to me later. I bet you that’s his game. He’s making me want more.
But where does that leave WineBar? Well, he’s in Vegas for bachelor party so its just me and the moon and San Francisco tonight. I’m gonna go to dinner with my girls and tell them basically what I told you guys and see what they have to say. Then tomorrow I’m going shopping with my mom who is in town and then spa and then sit back to work in the evening and the week starts again so I dunno, I think before I see FREEWAY again I should see WineBar.
Also, I didn’t find anything bad on women savers on FREEWAY or WineBar so I really gotta sit and decide how long I wanna keep being a player.
Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,
Alexis Angel
Kirk
There’s something about the streets of San Francisco that always calms me down.
While some people find the frantic rhythm of the city too much for them, I seem to thrive on it. Traffic jams, streets bustling with people and noise, and a night that never seems to really take hold. This is my city, and I love it.
Closing my jacket against the evening breeze, I keep on walking through the streets, wandering without aim. I’ve thought of picking up another night shift at one of the bars, but then I decided against it; my mind’s too busy for me to be able to focus on anything else.
Yeah, I guess I don’t need to tell you what my mind’s busy with, do I? It’s been the same for days now, and I don’t think that’ll change… Unless, of course, I do something about it. But what can I do exactly? This might seem a simple thing to most people, but I’ve never had to deal with a situation like this… Usually women are the ones throwing themselves at my feet, and my answer is always a clear ‘no’ (okay, sometimes it’s a ‘yes’, but just for the night).
Maybe I’m overthinking it. How hard can it be? I just need to look into her eyes and say that I’m into her! This isn’t rocket science.
Yeah, but what if she laughs at you?, that little voice inside my whispers. Pursing my lips, I stuff my hands inside my pockets and slow down my pace, imagining everything that can go wrong. What if Emily wants nothing more than to be casual with me? After all, I have no idea if she’s falling for me as well… Judging by the moments we’ve spent together, I’d say that’s the case, but then why is she dating other men?
What if she says she’s not ready?
That she’s having too much fun being single?
Rejection, I think that’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve never had to deal with it, and I’m not sure if I can take that punch. I’ve been sp
ending so much time thinking of Emily that I honestly don’t know how I’d react if she simply vanished from my life, which is exactly what might happen if I tell her how I feel. After all, that’s exactly the kind of thing I’ve been doing all of my life.
Karma’s a bitch, no doubt about it.
It’s already been a few days after my sparring session with Tad, and I still haven’t been able to make up my mind. I simply can’t decide if I should keep my feelings hidden from Emily, or if I should simply come clean.
“Ah, fuck…” I mutter, a headache already brewing on the back of my head. I don’t think I’ve ever gave this much thought to anything before. Compared to love, running a million dollar business is a piece-of-cake.
Then, derailing my train of though, I feel my phone buzzing inside my pocket. I reach for it fast, and what do you know? It’s Emily.
“Hey,” I answer, putting the phone up to my ear as I let a smile creep up on my lips. I always made fun of people that couldn’t hide their excitement whenever they picked up the phone or received a text message from someone they fancied, but now I find myself on the other side of the barricade. Just like a horny teenager, I can’t hide my excitement whenever I see her name on my phone screen.
“Hey…” she answers me back, but I notice something off about her tone of voice. She doesn’t sound as happy or playful as I’m used to, and I immediately start thinking that something must’ve happened.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her, and that’s when I realize that I really care about her. More than lust or passion, it seems that I’m worried about her happiness and well-being.”
“Yeah… I’m okay,” she tells me, but I’m not convinced.
“Are you sure? Because you sound a little… off.”
“No, don’t worry,” she insists, and I’m about to protest when she continues. “Are you busy right now?”
“No, I’m free,” I reply.
If there’s anything you should know about me, is that I only have one religion: my business. Work hours are holy, and I devote all my energy into making sure my business is a well oiled machine. But even if I were busy, I’d leave everything at the drop of a hat just to be with her. That’s how fucking crazy about this girl I am.
“Can you come over?” she asks me, and I’ve already turned on my heels and started walking back to my car before she finishes her sentence.
“I’m on my way right now,” I reply, hurrying down the street and already cursing at myself for leaving my car so far. Walking aimlessly sounded like a fun idea, but now that I’m almost a mile away from my car I already regret it.
“Hurry, I’ll be waiting,” she whispers right before ending the call. By the time I stuff my phone back into my pocket, I’m walking so fast that you could call it running. It takes me less than ten minutes to see the hood of my car glinting under the night lamps, its sleek curves telling me that I’m in a hurry.
Even though I’ve owned this sports car for two years now, I never really used it whenever I was in a hurry. That’s just a good way to get yourself killed, or so I thought. Now that I know Emily’s waiting for me, I don’t even care about it.
Sitting behind the steering wheel, I rev up the engine and then push my left foot down on the pedal. Half-a-second later and I’m speeding down the street, the loud growl of the engine making everyone on the sidewalks turn their heads to watch me go.
“I’m coming,” I whisper, my heart galloping inside my chest. Even if Emily told me she was in Antarctica right now, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it — I’d hurry there as fast as it would be humanly possible.
Man, what happened to the old me?
Emily
It’s showtime.
Oh ya, by the way, this is all happening a few hours before the last chapter you read from WineBar. Just making sure you realize that. We figured it was important for you to understand why I called him that night.
Once again I’m in front of my dress, readying myself for what I hope to be another wonderful night with Freeway himself. Except this time we’re not going out… he’s coming over to my place.
After our amazing date a few nights back, I spent the whole next day thinking of him. Sure, thoughts of WineBar creeped up as well, but things are going so well with Freeway that I simply couldn’t resist and invited Freeway over. I was afraid that he’d say ‘no’ but, to my surprise, he accepted.
Taking a deep breath, I take one more look at my bedroom’s full-body mirror, carefully analyzing every wrinkle in my dress, and the way the fabric clings to the curves of my body. There’s some cleavage showing, and the dress is short enough to make a man start wondering about what kind I’m wearing underneath it; in short, I’m more than ready.
Oh, yeah, and I also have some La Pearla on underneath. And you know what that means, don’t you? That’s right, it’s time for some fun tonight for sure. He’s been a good gentleman. But time for the animal to come out.
I’m downstairs, I read Freeway’s text on my phone, and I have to take another deep breath in order to control my nerves. Walking out to the living room, I go up to the door and open the building’s entrance via the intercom. One minute later and I hear him rapping his knuckles against my door, each time he does it making my heart skip a beat.
Grabbing the handle, I close my eyes for a second and breath in as deeply as I can. It’s showtime, I repeat to myself. It’s been my mantra since I texted Freeway, inviting him over, and I’m not sure if it’s working; I’m still as nervous as a schoolgirl. God, what’s happening to me? Being with two hot men is frying my brain, that much is for sure.
“Wow,” Freeway whistles as I open the door, his eyes lingering on my silhouette. “You really outdid yourself.”
“Thank you…” I whisper, biting on the corner of my lower lip. “You don’t look too bad either,” I laugh, stepping back so that I take in his figure all at once. Dress pants, polished black shoes, and a crisp white shirt that hugs the outline of his muscles in the most delicious way… Yup, he doesn’t look too bad, not at all.
“And I brought you this!” he announces as I step out of the way and invite him in. He shows a bottle of red, and my mind immediately conjures images of Kirk, the WineBar ghost. Oh, stop it, just enjoy yourself, I think, pushing all thoughts of Kirk to the back of my mind.
Going straight toward the kitchen, which shares the same space as my living room, I take two glasses out of a cabinet and set them on the counter. I hand Freeway the corkscrew and, in a just a matter of seconds, he opens up the bottle and pours the wine onto our glasses.
“Here’s to a promising evening,” he says, raising his glass up in the air. I touch my glass against his, smiling as I look straight into his eyes. A promising evening, huh? It seems like Mr. Marshall Kane has grown tired of making me wait.
All for the best.
Two glasses of wine later, and I simply can’t help myself; I offer him one devilish smile, take one step toward him and grab him by his shirt, pulling him into me.
“Oh, what’s this?” he laughs, resting both his hands on my waist.
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” I whisper seductively, running my tongue between my lips.
“That sounds perfect.” With that, he places one hand on the small of my back and leans in, his lips reaching for mine. My eyelids droop by instinct and, the moment our lips touch, I feel a pleasant electric feeling climbing up my spine. He’s a good kisser, not as good as Kirk is, but I guess we can work on that.
“C’mere,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss and leading back to my couch. The moment he has the back of his knees against it, I rest my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him to sit down.
“No, you come here,” he chuckles, grabbing me by the hand and pulling him into. I let him do it and, opening my legs, I jump on top of him. Straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs, I throw my arms over his shoulders and press my forehead against his.
“Mm,” I sigh as I buck my hips
against him, pressing the wetness between my thighs against the bulging shape growing inside his pants. I sway my hips back and forth, grinding against him as we surrender to a long kiss.
Placing both his hands on my knees, he slides them up the hemline of my dress; he waits for a couple of seconds, and then his long fingers move under the fabric, moving straight toward my inner thighs. “Wet… I like it,” he whispers, flattening the palm of one hand against my drenched pussy.
“Is that so?” I whisper right back at him, and then I push myself off the couch. Standing in front of him, I slide one hand under my dress and pull my thong down, allowing to slide down my legs. The moment it lands around my ankles, I bend over and pick it up.
Taking one step toward him, I bring my wet thong to his face and brush it against lips, grinning as I do it. He moves fast and, curling his fingers around my wrist, he makes me press the thong against his mouth. As he breathes in the scent of my pussy, his eyes seem to light up, his cock pulsing viciously under his pants.
“Your turn,” I tell him, going down on my knees as he spreads his legs wide. Without a moment’s hesitation, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it; I keep going, unzip his pants and then pull them down his legs as fast as I can. “Much better,” I purr, reaching for his cock with one hand and — WHAT THE FUCK?
His cock is hard, alright, but all that hardness isn’t hiding under a pair of boxer briefs.
Or boxers.
Or briefs.
Instead, he’s wearing a thong.
Yes, that’s right—a thong! And not a man’s thong (I’ve heard that’s a thing now), but one that’s bright pink… and it has frills around the edges!
In fact…oh no.
It’s La Perla.
