ct the unexpected.
“Alright, one more briefing and I’m done…” I whisper to myself, grabbing one of the folders in front of me and putting it on top of my laptop’s keyboard. I’m about to open it when I hear someone knocking at my door. One quick glance at my cellphone tells me it’s already 7 pm, which means it’s probably Parker at the door.
We agreed to have dinner at my place today, and that explains the La Perla lingerie I’m wearing right now—a red lace bra and matching thong, both these pieces hiding underneath a tight fitting (and very revealing) dress.
“Right on time…” I say as I open the door, but I trail off as I notice that Parker isn’t alone. Standing by his side are two men almost as tall as him, both of them wearing dark suits and skinny ties. What really surprises me about them isn’t that they seem to be two perfect specimens, as well-built as Parker, but the fact that they’re wearing masks—one of them black, the other white.
“Since we can’t go to Python, I brought Python to you,” Parker says, showing me his irresistible smile. I take one step back, allowing the three of them in without saying a word. I mean, what can you say when three perfect men show up at your apartment, all of them ready to give you the night of your life?
“You’re one of a kind,” I simply whisper, my eyes darting from him to the masked men.
“Anything for you,” he whispers back at me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me into him. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips against mine, and I surrender to his kiss just like that. “Now let’s get you out of that dress,” he continues, pulling back from me and running both his hands up the side of my body. His fingers go up to my shoulders, and then he pushes the straps of my dress to the side, allowing them to droop over my arms. The two men come up to me then and, one of them by my right side and the other on the left one, they grab at my dress and yank on it, pushing it down until it becomes just a bundle of bunched up fabric around my ankles.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” Parker breathes out, taking one step back as his eyes wander up and down my half-naked body.
“Anything for you,” I repeat his words from before as I step out from my dress, my pussy growing wetter each time my heart beats. I’ve heard about the legendary Python nights, where masked men use and abuse you, soaking you with pleasure until all that’s left is pure exhaustion… But I’ve never had the courage to sign up for something as crazy as that. I mean, to go up on stage and allow a bunch of masked men to fuck me silly? I’m crazy, but not that crazy. Although now, with three handsome men in my apartment… Well, how can I say no to this?
“What happens now?” I ask Parker, my heart beating faster and faster with each passing second.
“Now you’re going to have the best night of your life,” Parker grins, his hands back on my hips. He pushes me back until I’m against the wall, and then he grabs my wrists, pinning my arms over my head and against the wall.
The masked men follow after us and then they both kneel at my feet, one on either side of my body, their hands climbing up my legs all the way to my inner thighs. Parker’s right, this is probably going to be the best night of my entire life.
“A wicked night for a wicked girl,” Parker whispers, resting his lips on my neck and kissing my skin in an upward line until his mouth is on mine once more. While he kisses me, his hands go around my waist, his fingertips on my lower back, and then he slides them up to my shoulder blades. There, he finds the clasp on my bra and unhooks it.
“Much better,” he says, his mouth now sliding down my chin and neck, all the way toward my cleavage. There, he grabs at my bra with his teeth and pulls on it, its straps sliding down my arms in a hurry. With a grin, he lets go of the bra and it floats down to the floor, Parker’s hands darting to my naked tits at the same time.
He squeezes them eagerly, my flesh shifting under his touch, and then wraps his lips around my left nipple. He sucks on it hard, forcing me to release a loud moan; at the same time, the masked men caress my inner thighs, their fingers dangerously close to my wet thong. Perhaps feeling me ready, they finally go for it, pressing their hands between my thighs harshly.
“Oh, God,” I purr, my brain struggling to process everything that’s happening right now. Parker’s devouring my right nipple, one hand of his squeezing my left breast, and now I have a set of hands pressing on my pussy and massaging it. My poor brain doesn’t even know what it should focus on right now. Oh, if all problems were like this the world would be a much better place, wouldn’t you say?
“Feels good, doesn’t it? And we’re just getting started,” he tells me, looking straight into my eyes and flattening his free hand over my stomach. He runs it down slowly until it meets the hem of my thong, and then he lets his fingers slide under the fabric. The masked men take their hands off me as Parker cups my pussy, his long fingers pressing against my soaked folds, and I let out a yelp of pleasure.
Curling his hand, he caresses my pussy lips with his middle finger, moving it up and down the length of my wetness. I hold my breath as he does it, my heart drumming a song of crazed lust inside my chest, and then I feel the masked men hooking their fingers on my outer thigh, grabbing at my thong and pulling it down my legs. I kick it off once it reaches my ankles, and then flatten my back against the wall as Parker parts my pussy lips with his middle finger and starts sliding it in.
I gasp as I feel his finger going in, only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. Every muscle in my body tenses up, almost as if they were turning into steel and concrete, and then Parker slides one more finger inside of me.
The men in the white mask takes his hands up to my ass, squeezing both my cheeks harshly, and the one in the black mask reaches for my clit with two fingers, pressing down on it. Parker starts fingering me then, flicking his wrist at a steady pace and sliding his two fingers in and out of my pussy. Each time he touches my G-spot it feels as if I’m stepping on a live wire, electricity crawling inside my pussy and climbing up my spine.
My head is pressed against the wall, my back arched as I let out moan after moan, my brain adrift in a sea of pleasure. And, just like Parker told me, they’re only getting started.
“Oh, that’s… I… I’m going to… “I mumble, but I shut up real quick when my pussy starts tightening up around Parker’s fingers, my brain sending the order to unleash all endorphins available into my bloodstream. I throw my head back so hard that I might crack the wall, gritting my teeth and hissing through them as a violent orgasm rages inside me. “So good… So fucking good,” I whisper, my voice heavy with ecstasy.
“That was the warm-up,” Parker replies, sliding his fingers out of my pussy and taking one step back. As he does it, the two other men go up to their feet and move back, standing by Parker’s side. Closing my eyes, I let my wobbly legs buckle under my weight and allow my body to slide down the wall, sitting on the floor with a sigh.
“I was going to tell you to get on your knees… But it looks like you’re way ahead of me,” Parker tells me, loosening the knot on his tie and then taking it out. The masked men mimic him, taking their ties off, and then they start unbuttoning their dress shirts, their fingers moving deftly and popping button after button.
I kneel under Parker and the masked men, looking up at them as wild anticipation makes my heart beat so fast it might explode. My pussy is so wet right now that I feel my juices dripping down my thighs and onto the floor, pooling there under my naked body.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I reach for Parker, un-tucking his shirt as he unbuttons it, and then I just tug on it. The shirt drops down from his shoulders and caresses his biceps on the way down before finally floating all the way to the floor. Still mirroring Parker, the other two men take their shirts off and throw then behind their backs, and I feel a knot in my stomach as I take a good hard look at their naked chests.
A perfect wall of abs covers both of their stomachs, and cords of muscles lace their arms and shoulders, bulging as they move. They don’t look like bodybuilders—gigantic muscle and no real substance—but instead like rugged soldiers, ready to kick ass in some foreign war zone… or Hollywood set. Either way, they look completely ready to lick.
Instinct kicking in, I reach for the masked men with my hands, grabbing their belts and unbuckling them in a hurry. I pull them free and out from their loops, and then I let them fall from my fingers as I turn my attention toward Parker. I reach for his belt as well, but I do it slowly now, looking up at him and locking my eyes on his, I unbuckle his belt and then pull down his zipper, opening my hand and pressing it over his boxer briefs against the already hard shape hiding under the soft fabric.
“Can you take this, Amy? The three of us?” Parker asks me, a devilish grin making his face shine like a beacon. I see him distribute condoms to each of the men.