Destiny
The moment Austin steps under the spotlight, everyone falls silent; I guess it’s not every day that Mr. Python himself walks on stage. He pulls me by the hand, leading me right toward the center of the stage, and then lets go of me. My heart is racing, and I can barely think straight; what is Austin going to do?
I narrow my eyes into slits, but I can’t see a thing. The spotlights are focused on both Austin and I, and the bright lights blind me to everything else. I just hear the hushed voices of the women in the crowd, anticipation dripping out of every single word. I don’t think I have ever felt such tension at Python; this is a special event, and not just to me.
“Let’s give them something to remember,” Austin tells me, and then leans into me and, running one hand through my hair, whispers. “I sure am going to give you something to remember,” he says, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Grinning, Austin turns on his heels and walks to the edge of the stage. He opens his arms and looks up and, even though I can only see his back, he looks like a God to me.
Moving slowly, he takes his hands to the collar of his shirt and, grabbing it, he pulls on it harshly. The moment he does it, there’s a loud sound coming from the speakers, the deep rumble of the bass and drums as a sensuous music starts. The crowd buzzes with excitement as the buttons in his shirt pop out, baring his ripped pectorals and hard wall of abs. I can’t help but walk toward him and, before I can stop myself, I’m pressing my body against his, my eager fingers resting right over his abs and slowly running all the way up to his pecs. The crowd cries out, the women trying to live through me as I feel Austin’s body; they’re probably thinking that I’m part of the show. They have no idea that this whole show is meant for me.
I run my fingers down the side of Austin’s body and, when I meet the hem of his pants, I slide my fingertips over his leather belt and only stop when I find its buckle. My fingers work with precision as I open it and then pull the belt out from its loops. Folding it upon itself, I snap the two ends together with a dry sound, and then hand the belt to Austin. I don’t know why, but I want him to use that belt on me… Exactly how, I don’t know. He takes it from my hands, and then my fingers go back to the front of his pants; I pop out the button on top, but before I can grab his zipper and pull it down, Austin turns on his feels to face me, the folded belt still in his hands. The look in his eyes makes my insides clench, and my heart starts racing at a furious pace.
“Sit down,” Austin tells me, and I raise one eyebrow at him. Sit down where? But I don’t need to ask him that: one of his male dancers—one of his Cobras—steps onto the stage and places a chair right in the middle, one of the spotlights aiming straight at it. I grin, anxiety eating my heart out, and walk toward the chair. I sit down and wait patiently as Austin walks toward me, my eyes never leaving the belt he has in his hands.
Letting go of one end of the belt, he lets it fall until it almost touches the floor. Then, lifting it up, he brushes it against my knee and slides it up until it meets the hem of my dress. Using it to push my dress up, he bunches the fabric up until he manages to get a glimpse of my (completely drenched) black lace thong.
Then, he goes around the chair and positions himself behind me; the end of the belt is on my knee again, but this time he slides it up over the fabric of my dress, only stopping when its leathery end is nestled right in my cleavage. I’m breathing hard now, anxious to feel the warm touch of his fingers on me and not the cold one from his belt, and as if he can read my mind, that’s exactly what he does.
He hangs the belt on the chair and, placing both his hands on my shoulders, pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The fabric hangs limply over my tits, revealing the outer edge of my bra, and he lets go of it. He’s going for a slow boil, and I can already feel the atmosphere in the whole bar changing. What’s happening here? I can almost hear the dozens of women looking at us wondering. They’re confused and horny, and completely unable of taking their eyes off of Austin and I. They’re in a trance, and we are the pendulum drawing them into dreamland.
“What are you doing, Austin?” I ask him, my words drowned out by the loud bass coming from the speakers. Still, he hears me and leans into me, a whisper in his lips.
“Just wait and see,” he says, “I’m going to show you what Python is all about.” That makes my heart tighten up inside my chest; what is Python all about, after all? It’s not really a bar, and it’s not really a strip club. The place where dreams come true, one of the signs over the entrance reads, but what does that even mean? Sure, I like hot guys as much as the next woman, but what is all this conversation about dreams?
He walks around the chair once more and, now facing me, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me up to my feet. Then, before I can react, he grabs me by the hips and places one forearm across my lower back, forcing me to bend over; my hands go straight for the chair and I support myself there. I don’t even move as I see him reaching for the belt; I just grow wet, my juices soaking my thong and starting to drip down my thighs.
He places the tip of his fingers on the back of my knee, and slides them up until he’s touching the hemline of my dress. Then he lifts it up quickly, throwing it over my waist and baring my ass cheeks. Oh, God, I can already see where this is going.
Folding the belt again, he runs the leather over my ass cheeks and my crack, and then he takes it off of me. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the impact, but it doesn’t come. Only when I relax my body and open my eyes to see what’s happen, do I hear the whistle of the belt cutting through the air, and then I can’t stop myself from moaning as the leather lands dryly against my bare ass cheeks. I’m grabbing the chair so harshly that my knuckles are turning white. Then, I hear that whistle in the air again and clench my ass.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly, my voice quivering and blending with the dry sound of the leather smacking my ass. Austin isn’t holding back, even though he isn’t really smacking me with all his strength, he’s not being gentle about it either. And, God, I just love it. There’s something about bringing a little bit of pain inside the bedroom, or, well, the stage. I know that not all women enjoy it, but I've always loved to roughen things up a bit. “Harder,” I tell Austin, looking back at him with a devilish grin on my lips.
“Harder it is,” he grins back at me, lifting his arm and then lowering it, the belt firmly clenched by his closed fist. I face forward and grit my teeth, a violent shiver going up my spine as I feel the pain of impact. By now, my ass should be covered in strips of burning red, and I get even wetter as I realize that every single woman inside Python would trade places with me in a heartbeat, and all just for a chance to be closer to Austin.
I cry out loud as pain stings me again, but this time he isn’t using the belt to smack me; no, he’s using his open hand. He smacks me again and again, the rhythm of it keeping up with the steady beat of the music. I’m moaning like crazy, my voice quivering as I feel my nipples screaming to be set free from my bra, my pussy desperate to get rid of the thong.
“Stand up,” Austin whispers, and my body obeys. I stand up and turn on my heels to face him; with a smile, he throws the belt onto the floor and then, placing both his hands on my shoulders, pushes me back. I sit down on the chair as the music kicks into high gear, and Austin places both his hands on my knees and forces me to spread my legs. Standing up, he lifts his right leg and places his shoe right between my legs. I move as if I’m in trance, reaching for his shoe and untying it. I take it off, and then he switches legs and places his left foot between my legs. I do the same, untying his shoe and taking it off, and it seems that with every piece of clothing that comes out of Austin’s body the crowd goes crazier and crazier.
Taking the lead, I reach for his waist, allowing my fingers to slide down to his crotch, and I flatten the palm of my hand against his hard on. His thick shaft is already pushing against the fabric of his pants and against my fingers, and so I do the next logical thing: I pull his zipper down. The moment I do it, his hard cock pushes even more fiercely against his boxer briefs and I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from pulling both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. We’re on stage, right? So let’s put on a show for all these women.
I take my fingers back to his waistline, and slide them around it until they’re resting over his ass. Hooking my fingers on his pants and boxer briefs, I start to pull them down, baring his ass to all the horny women in the audience. They whistle and shout, going completely berserk as I reveal more inches of his body. Then, moving quickly, I push it all down to his ankles, his cock springing free right in front of my face.
Austin steps out of his clothing and then, picking up his boxers from the floor, throws them into the audience. I can only see shadows and silhouettes, but judging from the anxious sound from the women in the crowd, I know that some lucky girl has managed to snag Austin’s underwear. Swear to God, women can be raunchier than men.
Facing the crowd, Austin walks to the edge of the stage again and pushes his ruined shirt down his arms. The crowd gasps as he opens his arms and throws his head back, revealing his naked body in all its glory. Some of the women get up from their seats and walk up so that they can take a better look at Austin’s gigantic cock. From the corner of my eye, I see some of the security guys getting up from their discrete corners to position themselves between these women and Austin, but he just waves the men away. This is a women’s club, and Austin wants them to be as wild as they want to be. And that’s exactly what they do; they go to the edge of the stage, reaching for Austin and cry out in delight as they manage to brush their fingers against the naked skin on his legs.
Turning around, Austin walks back to me, his hard cock making me lick my lips in an unconscious motion. I need him inside my mouth again… And then I need him somewhere else too.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, looking up at him as a knot in my throat starts to form. He smiles, deviousness painted on his lips.
“Whatever you want, babe. This is how we do things around here. You can do whatever the fuck you want, and you can go as fucking wild as you need to.”
“I can go fucking wild,” I tell him, a ball of anticipation forming in my stomach. Oh, I can be very, very wild.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he whispers, and I reach for him, placing both my hands on his ass and pulling him in. His cock bounces right in front of me and I just go for it; I take one hand to it and curl my fingers around its thickness, my skin prickling as I feel that sweet warmness of his spreading to my body.
I start moving my hand back and forth, biting on my lower lip as the whole room seems to go mad. Women are whistling and shouting things at the stage, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I just feel the electricity hanging in the air, as if every single atom at Python was attuned to both Austin and I. Right now, we’re the center of the Universe.
Whatever you want, he told me, and I wonder how far I can go. What if I want to suck him right here on stage? What if I want to fuck him? Is that too far, or does 'whatever you want' include all these things? Well, there’s only one way to find out.
Licking my lips again, I lock eyes with Austin and start leaning into him. I stop just one inch away from the tip of his cock, and he grins at me with that what are you waiting for? look on his face. Fuck, I’m nervous right now. I’ve made porn movies and worked as a stripper… But now, sitting on this stage with Austin, I feel like the world is at my feet, and I’m nervous. There’s something special about Python, no doubt about it, and I’m starting to feel it. It’s in the atmosphere of the place, it’s in the dancers and in the way every single woman in here seems to be having the time of their lives… Yeah, this is more than a bar or a strip club. This is way better than that. I just wonder how much better.
I part my lips and fit them against Austin’s cock, sucking in and allowing his delicious flavor to crawl all the way up to my brain. I close my eyes and, opening my mouth wide, I start rolling my lips down his shaft. Right now, I have no idea if the audience is shouting, whistling or rioting; I’m in a world of my own.
“That’s right, babe,” Austin tells me, placing his hands on my head and pushing me down, “all the way.” I go as deep as I can, only stopping when the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of my throat, and then he slides it back. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. My eyes remain closed as I savor how it feels to have him filling me up like this, his thickness pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks.
Then, moving fast, he pulls his cock out. “You’re not here to please me,” he tells me with a grin, tall flames of lust dancing behind his eyes. “You’re here to be pleased,” he continues, lowering his voice as he reaches for me, grabbing my bunched up dress and tugging on it so hard that I almost jump out of the chair. I grab the seat as he pulls on my dress, and he rips it off of my body and leaves me only in my heels and underwear.
“Your bra, take it off,” he tells me, standing tall in front of me. His voice is firm, leaving no room for doubts, and I do exactly as he tells me to. I reach for the clasp between my shoulder blades and pull it free; I then push the straps down my arms, allowing the cups to droop over my tits and then fall lazily to the floor. My nipples become even harder, free as they are now, and Austin goes down on one knee right in front of me.
Looking me straight in the eye, he places his hands on my knees and slides them up my legs until they’re resting on my outer thighs. He hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my thighs, and then he starts to pull. I lift my ass slightly up from the chair, allowing him to undress me, and he pulls the thong down my legs, making me lift one leg and then the other as he finally takes it off of me. He takes my drenched thong to his face and, still looking at me, he puts them right against his mouth. “Delicious,” he tells me, and then lets the thong fall from his fingers. “Now I need to taste the real thing,” he whispers, and places his hands on the back of my knees. He pulls on me, forcing me to slide to the edge of my seat, and then pushes my legs apart.
“Is this really happening?” I ask him, running my tongue between my lips.
“It is,” he smiles at me, “and you’ve seen nothing. We’re just starting.” I shiver at his words, not knowing where this road will lead to… All I know is that I've got to find out.
With one last look into my eyes, Austin leans into me and brushes his lips on the patch of skin right under my navel. He moves further down and I can’t help but close my eyes and throw my head back, my pussy burning to feel the touch of his lips.
I moan as I feel the wet tip of his tongue circling around my clit, and when he finally presses down on it I let out a loud cry of pleasure. Even though my eyes are closed and I’ve tuned out the real world, I can still feel the atmosphere in the entire room changing. It feels like I’m inside of a space-bound rocket ship, the pressure around both Austin and I increasing with each passing second. There are hundreds of eyes on us, and I can sense the sharp bite of their excitement and envy. The women here… They’d kill to trade places with me. They’d do anything for just one second with Austin. And to think that I didn’t come to Python because I needed to, but because I was given a job… And here I am now, fully naked on stage, Austin’s lips wrapping themselves tight around my clit. Can you spell lucky?
I place my hands on top of his head and tangle my fingers in his hair; yanking hard, I force him to slide his down to my pussy and he does it willingly. He opens his mouth wide and starts to jab at me with his tongue, running it up and down the length of my pussy. I’m moaning so loud that my voice is drowning out the music coming out of the speakers; curiosity getting the best of me, I manage to pry my eyes open and squint at the darkness outside of the stage.
There are dozens of women at the edge of the stage, and dozens more still in their seats. They’re talking to each other, some of them with drinks in their hands, but they seem to ignore the half-naked men walking among them. No, their eyes are focused on the stage, and it seems like they can’t look away. They’re in a trance, and I feel them using their imagination to trade places with me. For them, they are the ones on stage, Austin’s mouth on their wet pussy. And, really, can you blame them? Austin is perfect, and I really do mean it. Have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as him? As sexy and seductive? I don’t think so.
But I’m woman enough for him. Even though he might be the perfect man, I never allow myself to fawn over anyone. And that’s exactly why I’m the one up on this stage. Because, in a sense, I’m cut from the same cloth as Austin. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m just not like any other woman. Oh, not at all, and he knows it.
“Oh, God,” I moan again as Austin sucks my folds into his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue. At the same time, he takes his hand to my pussy and, using only two fingers, he presses them over my clit and starts to move them in fast short circles. I’m swaying my hips now, too electrified to stay put, but Austin keeps his mouth glued to my wetness. “Oh, my fucking God,” I breathe out as I feel that familiar thunderstorm raging inside of me, clawing at my mind and stopping my rational side dead in its tracks.
Arching my back, I throw my head back and let out a shrill scream, the sound of my voice cutting through the loud music and bouncing off the walls. Ecstasy hits me like a brick, making my muscles spasm as my fingers turn into claws and I place both hands on Austin’s lower back, my fingernails digging into his flesh.
“I told you, babe,” Austin whispers at me, taking his face from between my thighs and grinning at me. I grin back at him, breathing hard, as I watch my own juices glistening under the lights and dripping down his chin. “We’re just getting started,” he concludes, and then goes up to his feet slowly. He offers me his hand and I take it; pulling me to my feet, he then places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me up. I react by instinct and lace my legs around his waist, crossing them on his lower back.
“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 man. 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 anymore.
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.
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 the 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.