“This is insane,” I tell him, panting, “are we really going to fuck up on stage?”
“Yes,” he tells me with a smile, “because that’s what you want, isn’t it?” The moment his words hit me, I know it’s the truth. But I don’t just want it—I need it, and I need it bad. I want him to fuck me as hard as he did before, and I want him to do it in front of all these women. I want them to see how a true man fucks.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him, repeating the same words he said to me moments ago. With a devious grin, he starts lowering me over his cock, and I tremble as I feel his cock pressing against my pussy’s inner lips. I grit my teeth and ready my body for what’s to come, remembering how it felt to have his massive cock inside of me. “Do it, Austin,” I tell him, looking into his eyes, and this time he doesn’t make me beg. This time he just does it, pushing me down and thrusting at the same time.
“OH GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs, electric sparks crisscrossing under my skin and making my whole body burn. His shaft pushes its way to the back of my pussy, straining against my inner walls on the way in until it finally hits that sweet spot inside of me. “Hard…” I whisper into his hair, laying my head on his shoulder. “I want you to go as hard as you can.”
“I wouldn’t do it any other way, babe,” he responds, and then starts to thrust at a furious pace. There’s no crescendo or growing rhythm; there’s just the unbridled rage of his movements, his cock moving in and out of my pussy at such a furious pace that I feel my insides burning as if I’m trapped inside a furnace.
My arms are over Austin’s shoulders, but I have to cross them behind his neck as his thrusts grow even more violent. Every time he thrusts I can’t help but scream, and my throat is already growing sore from the effort.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” I start to say, but I don’t get to finish my sentence; a violent orgasm explodes in me, taking over both my body and mind at the same time. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and it truly feels as if I’m on fire. I hear the distant cries and shouts of the women all around us, but the sound of it comes at me muffled and distant, as if they are standing at the other side of the universe. “Fuck, fuck…” I breathe out, my twitching muscles still moving as an avalanche of endorphins makes its way through my veins.
“Satisfied?” he asks me, teasing me. I force my eyes open and, pressing my forehead against his, I simply give him my most wicked smile. “Thought so,” he smiles back at me, and puts me down slowly. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, but Austin doesn’t allow me much more than that.
Someone throws him a rope from backstage, and he snaps it in his hand, looking at me with that mischievousness look of his. Turning his back to me, he walks toward the edge of the stage and dangles one end of the rope over the women closest to him. They shout out his name and try to reach for him, but he simply turns his back to them and walks back to me. He presses his body against mine and, pushing my arms behind my back, he uses the rope to tie my wrists against each other.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, but he doesn’t reply right away. He simply looks at me with that uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.
“I’m going to give you the time of your life, that’s what I’m doing,” he whispers, and then pushes me back and then down. I sit on the chair again and he ties the loose ends of the rope on the chair. I pull with my arms, but the knots are strong; unless he wants me to, I’m not walking away from this anytime soon. Which, really, just makes it all so much better; right now, I’m all for having control taken away from me.
He reaches for my breasts and squeezes them lightly, a shiver running up my spine as I feel the touch of his finger. Then, he lets go of me and lifts his arms up in the air; he claps his hands twice and, as he does it, two more spotlights race to the stage, one going to the left, the other to the right.
I look to the side—first to the left, then to the right—and I stop breathing when my eyes find what’s under the lights. Under each light there’s a completely naked men. They’re tall and broad shouldered, the ropes of muscles in their arms matching the six-pack they sport on their naked torso. In their face there’s a partial mask, one black and the other one white, and they only cover their eyes but make it impossible for almost anyone to recognize them. I
look up at Austin, my eyes widening as I try to figure out what the hell’s happening. But in his face there’s only a soft smile. “This is all for you, babe,” he whispers as the men start walking toward the center of the stage. “This is what Python is all about. Making your wildest dreams come true.”
Holy fuck, is he for real? Is what I’m thinking going to really happen? No, no way. This can’t be true. I must be asleep, and this is all a dream. But when the two men stand shoulder to shoulder with Austin, three hard cocks right in front of my face, I realize that this is really happening. Oh, fuck, I’m awake and this is real.
“Austin, this is…” I start, looking him in the eye as I struggle to find the right words. This is what? The most amazing thing anyone ever did for me? No, this is better, way better.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he tells me, stroking my cheek gently. “Just enjoy.” With that, he takes a step back and allows the men to close in on me, their cocks inches away from my face. Even though they are not as big as Austin’s, they are some of the biggest I've ever seen. Seriously, why does every man in here seem to be the epitome of perfection?
Reacting on pure instinct alone, I part my lips and let the man in the black mask brush the tip of his cock against my mouth. He rubs it from side to side, and then lets the one in the white mask do it. They keep on doing it together, teasing me, until I can’t take it any longer and simply open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down one of the cocks. I go all the way down until it’s touching the back of my throat, and then I move my head back as quickly as I can, doing the same thing to the other man’s cock. I keep on jumping from cock to cock, still barely believing that this is happening.
When I open my eyes and notice Austin’s gaze, I finally realize that these two men aren’t really here per say. They’re here physically, yes… But in a sense they’re just an extension of Austin’s body. They’re just part of his own Python mythos, an almost transcendent way of making me feel pleasure in a way that I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. And, if that’s true, I know what’s going to happen next: Austin and the men in the masks are going to fuck me, and they are going to do it until I can’t take it any more.
As that thought races through my mind, I can’t help but strain against the rope tied around my wrists. I pull so hard that the chair starts to rock, and that’s when Austin takes one step forward. The two men step to the outside, opening the way for Austin, and I feel my heart pounding so hard inside of my ribcage that I’m almost afraid it’s going to explode.
“Untie her,” Austin says, and both men walk around the chair and undo the knots easily, freeing my hands. Free once more, I go up to my feet, my heart still galloping. “Are you ready, Destiny?” he asks me, and I don’t need to ask about what he means. I know it. So I just nod, anxiety kicking in as I do it. God, I can’t believe that I’m this nervous right now. I used to be a porn star, for God’s sake! But this is different and I know it. I’m not putting on a show for the camera and, even though I’m standing in the middle of a strip club, this has nothing to do with business; no, what’s about to happen is something else entirely. It’s Austin’s way of showing me a world of true ecstasy, one where my pleasure is more important than anything else. He wants me to feel like I’m the center of the universe, and hell, he’s succeeding. I mean, how would you feel if a perfect man like Austin suddenly invited two more handsome men to give you the time of your life? Yeah, I thought so.
With that irresistible smile on his lips, Austin nods at the man in the black mask and he sits down on the chair where I was sitting before. By now, both masked men are wearing condoms; I was so entranced by Austin I didn’t even notice them putting them on. Of course, Austin isn’t wearing one; your pussy is mine, he told me before, and he meant every single word. The men in masks are just an instrument of his, something for him to use in order to inflict mind-bending pleasure on me. Even though all three cocks are going to fuck me, Austin is going to be the only man I’m going to be with. Because the other ones aren’t really here, only Austin is. Does that make any sense? I know, I know… I guess you’d have to be in my shoes to understand what I’m feeling right now.
I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing it. I walk up to the man in the chair and, spreading my legs, I climb on top of him. Grabbing his cock, I angle it upward until his cock is touching my inner lips and then I ease myself down. My eyelids droop as I feel his shaft pushing past my folds and lodging inside of me; it almost seems small after Austin being inside of me, and I sigh loudly when all of it is engulfed by my pussy.
The other man, the one in the white mask, comes up to my side and bends over slightly. He grabs my right breasts and reaches for it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my rosy nipple. He starts to suck and lick, pressing down on my hard tip with his tongue, and that’s when I bend forward, wanting Austin to get a good view of my ass. I know what’s going to happen now and, even though it makes me feel anxious, I can’t stop myself from wanting it.
“Can you take it?” Austin asks me, coming up to me and whispering against my ear.
“Yes,” I simply say, shuddering as I feel his hands going down the side of my body. He runs one finger over the length of my crack, stopping when he meets my asshole, and then he starts to apply a gentle pressure there. “Oh, God,” I moan as he slides his finger inside my ass, probing it and turning it around. I grit my teeth as I imagine his thick twelve inches making their way inside my ass, and I place my arms over the shoulders of the man I’m straddling. “Do it, Austin… Do it, please…” I moan—this time, begging comes easy. What’s the use in trying to play tough when I’m on a stage, surrounded by three men while dozens (hundreds?) of women are looking at me, their brains frying with envy?
Without saying a word, Austin bends his knees slightly and, grabbing his cock, he points it down and places his cock right against my asshole. I grit my teeth so hard they might shatter, and that’s when he starts to push his cock inside of my ass, the fluids from my pussy coating his shaft and acting as a lubricant.
“Fuck,” I hiss as his shaft starts to push back against my inner walls, a sting of pain making its way up my spine and flying straight to my disoriented brain, but by the time it gets there, it has already turned into bright pleasure. “All… The… Way…” I moan, and Austin keeps on sliding his cock until all of his inches are inside of my ass, stretching it wide. I take a deep hard breath, my body burning as the two cocks inside of me start to move back and forth.
I keep still as Austin and the man in the black mask fuck me, their cocks pounding into my pussy and ass at a hurried pace. With my insides stretched to their limits, it doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into a sequence of hysterical screams. I’m on the verge of climaxing again and, as the man in the white mask starts to pinch on one nipple while he sucks the other, I make the leap.
Hissing through my gritted teeth, I try to keep conscious as pleasure floods me, submerging my brain and taking control over my muscles. Both my pussy and ass grip their cocks like a vice, and still they keep thrusting, driving me toward the deep-end of an ocean of insanity.