My insides start burning up as the man in the black mask stops brushing his cock up and down and simply trains the tip of his huge member on my asshole. Moving steadily, he starts feeding his long inches into me, stretching my ass as much as Sloane is stretching my pussy.
Once his cock is sheathed to the hilt in my ass, he grabs my ass cheeks and starts to thrust. I pull out the cock inside my mouth and let out a violent scream, my high-pitched voice drowning out the music. Sloane and the masked men are pistoning into me furiously, their cocks working at exactly the same pace. It’s weird, but it almost seems like I’m with Drake and Sloane again. And that makes me happy, and more than happy, it makes me horny.
“Faster,” I command, digging my fingernails into Sloane’s chest, and the two men start fucking me as if we only had minutes to live. Preparing myself for a violent orgasm, I force my muscles to respond and cr
ane my neck, once again taking the cock in front of me between my lips.
Now, with my three holes completely filled, all I have to do is stand still as they ravage my mouth, pussy, and ass. And they do it perfectly, their cocks working like pistons, sliding in and out of me so fast that I can’t even think straight. And, to be honest, right now I don’t want to think straight. Hell, I don’t even want to think at all; I just want to feel.
Even though my mouth is filled, I still manage to moan, the sound of it dawning on my throat and vibrating through my body.
It doesn’t take long for that familiar feeling to start growing inside me; my insides tense up, and it seems like electricity is running through my muscles. This time I really have to moan, and so I take the cock out of my mouth and moan, except when I open my mouth, what I do is scream.
I scream loud and violently and, in a fraction of a second, an orgasm shoots up from my pussy, rages up my spine and explodes inside my skull. Even though my eyes are open, I’m momentarily blind; right now I can’t see or hear anything around me. My brain has devoted all its power to process the two cocks ravaging my pussy and ass and, even so, it isn’t an easy task.
Every single muscle in my body twitches and spasms in a fast sequence, a seizure of ecstasy taking over me. Pleasure rages inside my body like the perfect storm, thunder and lightning punishing my nerve endings with raw intensity.
“Oh God…” I breath out, the waves of pleasure receding from me. I don’t know how long I’ve been in that feverish state of ecstasy, but my muscles feel sore; it feels like the orgasm lasted for hours, and that I spent the better part of today coming my brains out.
I’m trying to catch my breath, my head pressed against Sloane’s chest, when the man in the black mask takes his cock out of my ass. Raising my hips, I let Sloane’s cock pop out of my pussy as well, and then I just roll to the side, sprawling my limbs on the floor. My eyes are closed, and my lungs are working furiously to get the air in. Seriously, how in the world am I still conscious?
When I open up my eyes, Sloane and the masked men are standing over me, their hard cocks pointing upward like drawn swords. I guess there’s still something I need to do. I take a deep breath and, forcing my muscles to start working again, I kneel on the floor under them.
I reach for the masked men’s cock with my hands and, just like I did before, I open my mouth and dive into Sloane’s cock. My hands and mouth work at the same pace, stroking and sucking, and I do it so fast that my movements must be nothing but a blur.
I feel Sloane’s long fingers running through my hair, but this time there’ll be no stopping me. Oh, no, this time we’re going all the way.
The masked men’s cocks start twitching against the palm of my hands then, and I know that they’re close to the end zone. Their twitches turn into spasms and, a heartbeat later, a river of cum gushes from their cocks onto my naked body. I bathe in their juices as I keep on bobbing my head, driving Sloane to the edge.
When he curls his fingers on top of my head, I know this is it—the point of no return. This time he doesn’t want to stop as well; he groans and, at exactly the same time, his cock spasms inside of me and gushes his warm semen inside my mouth.
He fills me up in the blink of an eye, his cum dripping down my chin and heading straight to my chest, where it blends with the cum from the other men. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, showing him the state he left my mouth in.
He grins at the sight, but he’s still cumming; heavy strands of his juices crisscross all over my face, painting me in white. I throw my head back and grab my breasts, squeezing them as the three cocks in front of me spray what feels like gallons of cum over my skin.
When they’re finally done, all I want to do is fall back and collapse on the floor, instead, I find myself going up to my feet. I place two fingers under Sloane’s chin and, pulling him into me, give him a long kiss.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, stealing all the cum from me, and then he does something that sends a shiver up my spine: he swallows. Smiling at him, I do the same, my skin prickling as his salty seed makes its way down my throat.
“Oh, fuck, this was…” I start, but I don’t even know any word that could describe how amazing this was. There are some things you really can’t explain; you have to try them out for yourself.
“Yeah,” Sloane nods, giving me his kind smile and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.
I look over Sloane’s shoulder at the two masked men, but they’re already walking to the far end of the stage, heading straight to the service door. They’re job as an extension of Sloane’s mind and body is done.
The man in the white mask disappears behind the service door, but the other one doesn’t. Instead of walking down the stairs and leaving, he turns on his heels and walks straight to where Sloane and I are standing.
He just stands there, his smart eyes peering at us from behind the mask. I stare back at him, realizing that these eyes are very, very familiar… And that gigantic cock…
Sloane and I turn to the man in the mask, but he doesn’t say a word. He just looks at us, grabs his mask and pulls it off slowly.
My heart almost explodes.
It’s Drake.
Sloane
Motherfucker.