Slowly, they start to slide their cocks out of me, and they pop out with a maddening wet sound. I take one deep breath and go up to my feet; the man in the white mask takes the chair to the side and, moving with calculated movements, lays down on the stage. I look at his hard cock with a hungry look and that’s when Austin places his hand on my lower back. “Go right ahead,” he tells me, and I walk toward the man, sitting on top of him. I grab his cock and guide it home, his cock pushing its way past my lips and sliding easily inside of my pussy; after taking Austin’s cock, any other one is a breeze. Still, I gasp all the same as I feel his shaft pulsing inside of me, the tip of his cock pressed against that sweet spot.
With my knees by the side of his thighs, I lean into the masked man, my hands on his chest, and angle myself so that Austin can position himself behind me. He owns my pussy, but he wants to make sure I know who owns my ass as well.
Going down to his knees behind me, he brushes one finger over the length of my crack and then slides his index finger in my hole, pushing all the way in and then taking it out in one flowing movement. Then he replaces his finger with his cock and he starts to push, his thick shaft once more burying itself deep inside of my ass.
“Hard, right?” he whispers, and I can’t help but grin even though I know he can’t see my face. “I know that’s how you like it,” he tells me, and then hooks his fingers on my hips and starts to thrust. The man under me starts to do it as well, pistoning his cock into me and trying to match the rhythm of Austin’s movements. I scream as loud as I can, my voice cutting through the loud music, but then the man in the black mask, the one who had his cock inside my pussy just a few seconds ago, positions himself right in front of me, standing tall. His cock casts a long shadow over my face, and I know just what I have to do; it’s funny, even though I used to be a porn star, I never had every single one of my holes filled at the same time. There’s always a first time, right?
I crane my neck and, parting my lips, I rest them against the cock right in front of me. Wasting no time, I slowly open my mouth as wide as I can and then push my head down, swallowing the black-masked man's cock in one sudden movement. I can still feel my fluids coating his shaft, and that’s almost too much for me; there’s one cock in my mouth, another in my pussy, and then Austin’s in my ass. To taste my own pussy while that happens… Like I said, it’s almost too much.
Suddenly, Austin starts thrusting faster and I scream even louder than before, my vocal chords straining so much they might just snap. I close my eyes and stop bobbing my head, allowing t
he man to fuck my mouth much in the same way both my pussy and ass are being fucked right now. I’m being ravaged with such intensity that I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again; God, I’ve never felt this much pleasure in my entire life!
“This is Python, Destiny,” Austin says, as his thrusts grow furious, his thighs slapping my ass so fiercely that I have to dig my fingernails into the chest of the white-masked man to stop myself from moving. “The place where women are free to do anything.” One thing’s for sure, he’s not just saying it because it sounds pretty. No, he means it, and proof of that is what’s happening right now. The place where your dreams come true indeed.
The three men are thrusting at such a vicious pace that my brain simply starts functioning on autopilot. I’m barely conscious as I feel that electric flicker inside my body, a crawling buzz that seems to take over me. I’m close; I’m so close that I - OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I come like I've never come before, violent spasms forcing my muscles to move as a massive orgasm explodes inside of me. I lean back, allowing the cock inside my mouth to pop out, and I let out a scream so loud that I’m sure I’ve just ruined my vocal chords for good. That electric fire keeps on raging inside of me, destroying every ounce of rationality it finds in its wake, and I keep screaming until I find the waves of climax slowly receding. When I’m done and both men pull their cocks out of me, I simply roll to the side and sprawl myself on the floor, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. I don’t even care that I’m on stage right now; I’m too exhausted to move.
I stay like that for God knows how long, the chatter of the crowd like the buzz of wasps all around me. When I start breathing somewhat normally again, I open my eyes and force myself to sit up. I blink once and then twice, my eyes adjusting to the bright glow of the lights, and I realize that the masked men are gone. They fucked me and went away without even cumming; Austin meant it when he said that this was all for me. But Austin is still here, towering over me like a God, his giant cock in his hand.
“On your knees,” he tells me with a grin, and I do as he asks me. We’re facing the audience sideways, and they have a good view of us both; I can tell by the way they ooh and aah as Austin starts stroking himself, his hand flying back and forth over those twelve inches of his.
“Come…” I whisper, looking up at him with an expectant expression on my face. My body is completely spent, but I still need to feel his warm seed covering my naked skin. I need that warmness of his all over me, and I need to know that I’ve made him cum. “Come all over me…” I tell him again, and that’s when his cock pulses against his fingers. In a fraction of a second, a thick rope of cum flies from the tip of his cock and hits me across the chest. Once that happens, he starts gushing like a geyser, his semen spraying straight into my face and chest. I moan as I feel his juices hitting my skin, and I grab my own breasts and I start to smear it all over me. As I do it, he continues to spray his load all over my body, covering me in white while thick drops of cum drip down my stomach and find their way between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he finally groans as his cock gives a dying spasm against his fist. Breathing hard, but that eternal grin on his lips, he lets go of his cock and places both his hands on my shoulders. Before I can understand what he wants, he goes down to his knees and slides his hands down so that they’re on top of mine. He starts to smear his cum all over my skin, his eyes burning into mine, and then he leans in to kiss me.
The moment our lips touch, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth and scoops all the cum I’ve been holding inside. When he pulls back from our kiss, he starts kissing my chin and then down to my neck, his tongue tracing a straight line over my cum-coated skin. He goes down between my tits, circling each one of my nipples with his tongue, and then keeps running it down to my stomach. Once there, he places both hands on my shoulders again and pushes me down to the floor. I lay down and spread my legs wide as his mouth keeps sliding down, dangerously closing in on my pussy. Then, he opens his mouth wide and presses it against my wetness, my own fluids mixed with his, and he takes it all into his mouth, furiously licking and sucking. I moan again, the aftermath of pleasure bubbling up to my lips.
Once he’s done, he goes up to his feet, moving slowly but steadily, and offers me his hand. I grab it and he pulls me up as well. We turn to the crowd and, after blinking twice, I realize that every single woman in here is clapping. Their hands touch each other frantically, the sound drowning out the music and their own cheers. I’ve never seen anything like this. The atmosphere right now… It’s simply unbelievable. This is women’s private Paradise.
This is Python.
13
Austin
“Destiny’s,” I tell my driver as he opens the door for the limo.
I usually don’t ride around New York in the limo; I usually keep it at Python so that it can be used for business, but today I couldn’t be fucking bothered to take a cab.
I’m in a hurry to get to Destiny’s club.
And no, there’s no special reason aside from the fact that I want to fucking see her, okay?
That woman is like a fucking drug, and it seems that I can’t go without her for more than 24 hours at a time. I swear to God.
Just talking about her to you is enough to get my cock hard.
I mean, those 12 inches start complaining after that much time has passed and it hasn’t fucking tasted Destiny.
Yeah, this is a first for me. I don’t think I've ever cared this much about a woman. But then again, Destiny is so much more than just a woman. She’s fucking stunning, yeah, but it’s not only that. Just look at how much she has accomplished—club owner at 26 years old? That takes someone very special to pull that off, never mind if you're a woman or a man. Trust me, I know how hard it is.
Traffic’s a bit rough today over the 59th street bridge, so it takes almost an hour to make the drive from Queens to Manhattan. I spend that time going through my e-mail and going over Python’s financials, so I’m pretty glad by the time the limo halts to a stop under Dirty Destiny’s bright red sign. There’s already a line at the place, and the bouncers are already turning away a lot of folks; business seems to be flourishing for her.
“Wait here,” I tell the driver as I step out of the limo, “I’ll let you know once I’m done.”
“Mr. Python,” one of the bouncers calls after me, addressing me by the name that most of the fucking city has started to use since that Out and About article, leaving his spot and escorting me straight to the main entrance.