by Alexis Angel
“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.
“Use them before you go inside of her,” he says to them and they nod, having them ready.
“The real question is… Can you guys take me?” I shoot right back, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and sending them down his legs. His cock springs free at once, long and thick and majestic, and I have to restrain myself from simply diving into it and taking it into my mouth.
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Parker responds, with that wicked grin still on his face as he kicks off his shoes and steps out from his pants and boxers. I look at the masked men, swallowing hard as they take their pants off, their hard cocks straining against their underwear.
“Don’t be shy now,” I whisper, a sudden surge of confidence taking over me. I raise my hands and, grabbing at the boxers the masked men are still wearing, I yank them down at the same time. I feel my jaw dropping slightly as their huge cocks jump free, thick and veiny and more than ready to unleash hell upon my body. It seems that the men working at Python are really hand-picked, even though their cocks aren’t as gigantic as Parker’s, they’re the biggest ones I’ve ever seen. Ten inches long? Eleven inches long? How about insane-inches long? Yeah, that describes it.
Taking a deep breath, I curl my fingers around the masked men’s cocks and, at the same time, I lean forward and part my lips. My eyelids droop as I feel the tip of Parker’s cock brushing against my open mouth, and that’s when I start moving both my arms, stroking the two cocks in my hands as I roll my lips down Parker’s shaft.
I start slow and gentle, but that doesn’t last long. It’s impossible to go slow or gentle when there are three perfect naked men towering over you, don’t you think? Especially when their cocks are as huge as theirs.
My hands fly back and forth over their cocks, and my mouth moves at the same urgent pace, devouring every single inch of Parker’s cock as if I needed to do it in order to survive.
“Now this is a sight,” I hear Parker’s voice say, and I open my eyes to look up at him. He’s looking down at me as if he’s in a trance, one eternal smile etched on his lips. Resting both his hands on my head, he forces me to stop moving and starts rocking his hips, taking all control away from me. Holding my head in place, he thrusts harshly, fucking my mouth as I keep on stroking the masked men.
I close my eyes again, surrendering t
o the insanity that’s flooding my mind. All thoughts of my mother and of Parker’s campaign have drifted off to some unknown place, and all that’s left inside my skull is an endless river of sinful (and equally delicious) thoughts.
“I want more,” I suddenly exhale, pushing back against Parker’s hold and making his cock pop out of my mouth. “I want more,” I repeat, still trying to catch my breath, and Parker’s smile widens and turns into the Devil’s grin. You ask, I give, his lips seem to tell me, which is enough to turn my pussy into a complete wet mess.
Pulling me up to my feet, he then picks me up from the floor. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he tells me, and then ambles down the hallway carrying me in his arms. The masked men stay behind for a few seconds, but then trail after us toward the bedroom. “Now the fun starts,” Parker whispers, laying me down on the mattress.
I look up at him expectantly, and that’s when the other two men enter the bedroom, their belts curled around their hands. I look from the belts to Parker, and he just smiles at me.
“You’re all mine now, Amy,” he explains as the men hand him the belts. Placing one knee on the mattress, he reaches for one of my arms and loops the belt around my wrist. He then ties it to one of the bedposts, and then does the same with my other arm. “No escaping now,” he whispers, and I strain against the belts, testing Parker’s knots. He’s right; there’s no escape for me now.
“And what are you going to do?” I ask him, running my tongue between my lips as he climbs on top of the mattress, positioning himself between my legs. Placing his hands under my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide and lays his body on mine; he grabs his cock with one hand and starts brushing its tip up and down against my pussy, teasing me.
“This is what I’m going to do,” he finally replies, feeding one inch of his cock into my pussy. I throw my head back as I feel his shaft sliding inside of me, and I hiss through my gritted teeth as my inner walls strain to accommodate his massive member.
“Oh God,” I let out as he buries his cock all the way inside of me, my pussy stretched wide. Feeling the mattress shifting under me, I open my eyes just in time to see the man in the white mask climbing on the mattress and kneeling close to my head, his cock casting a long shadow over my face. The man in the black mask follows after him, positioning himself on the other side of my head, and I feel my insides clenching.
Let’s do this, I think to myself as I crane my neck and open my mouth as wide as I can. Responding in kind, the two men inch closer to each other, only stopping when the tip of their cocks are touching, and I lay my lips right on their meeting point, tracing the contour of both their cocks with my tongue.
Parker starts thrusting at exactly the same time, his cock sliding out of my pussy and then back in again with a blur of movement. I start licking the two cocks in front of me at a furious pace, Parker’s thrusts making me lose all control of my body. Opening my mouth even wider, I turn my head to the side and allow one of the cocks, the one belonging to the man in the black mask, to slide deep into my mouth, all the way in until its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring the huge cock filling my mouth, and the man in the white mask decides to bend over and focus on my tits.
A shiver goes up my spine as I feel him wrapping his lips around my rosy tip, and I’d moan if I didn’t have a massive shaft pushing down on my tongue. Somehow, I manage to keep on sucking as Parker fucks me, but it’s getting harder and harder to keep my focus, especially now that the man in the white mask has let go of my nipple: his tongue is running down the curve of my breast, making a downward line over my belly… He goes all the way to between my thighs, his mouth dangerously close to Parker’s cock, and then he wraps his lips around my clit and starts sucking on it.
“OH FUCK,” I cry out, the cock inside my mouth popping out with a wet sound as I let my head fall down onto the mattress. The man in the black mask follows after me with his cock, silencing my screams of pleasure as he shoves his long member into my mouth once again.
My mind is stretched thin now, my brain overheating as every single nerve ending in my body seems to be sending a constant stream of information. My mouth, my clit, my pussy… It’s hard to keep track of all the places in my body from where pleasure is stemming from, you know?
And, to help matters, Parker has upped his pace; his fingers are digging deep into my ass cheeks, and his cock is sliding in and out of my pussy so fast that I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. Which, really, doesn’t matter much: all that matters is that he’s inside of me, ravaging my pussy as only he knows how.
Parker is unlike any other man I’ve ever met. He’s not bound by society’s rules, and even ethics seem like a footnote to him… These two things would turn most men into wild beasts, but not Parker. The person he is has grown out of a strong sense of self, and he understands what’s right and what’s wrong at a primal intuitive level. He doesn’t need laws and rules to stop him from doing the wrong thing and, in a way that explains what’s happening right now.
I mean, he’s sharing me with two hot men. It’s like he doesn’t even know what jealousy means. And that’s because he has risen above that. He cares about making me happy, about pleasing me, and he doesn’t care if that involves sharing me. Because, in truth, he’s not even sharing me: the masked men are just an extension of himself, his instruments of pleasure. And that’s exactly the way I like it. I don’t want to be shared or used by random men, but I want to feel Parker’s dominance in every possible way, and I want him to drown me in pleasure until I simply can’t take it anymore. Which is exactly what’s happening right now.
“Don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop!” I cry out again, turning my head to the side so that the cock inside my mouth slides out. “Don’t stop, don’t --” The words lose themselves in my throat as a pillar of fire rises from my pussy and travels all the way up my body, finally exploding inside my skull and making my eyes roll in their orbits. “OH GOD!” I shout as loud as I can, my lungs straining so hard they feel as if they’re about to pop.
I tremble and twitch as if I’m having a seizure and then, exhaling sharply, I just collapse on top of the mattress, my body limp and spent. Parker goes to his knees, sliding his cock out of me slowly, and the two other men follow his lead, pulling back from my naked body.
“Had enough?” Parker asks me, and the tone of voice tells me that he already knows the answer to his question.
“Never,” I grin, swaying my hips from side to side teasingly, eager for more.
“Thought so,” he replies as the masked men climb down from the bed, standing on either side of it. Still between my parted legs, Parker reaches for the bedposts and frees my wrists from the belts. I let my arms fall by my side, my muscles cramped up from being stretched for so long, but Parker doesn’t allow me any rest.
Grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to roll over on the mattress so that I’m laying flat on my stomach. Curling his fingers around my right wrist, he laces it with the belt once more and ties it to the bedpost, and then does the same to my left wrist.
“What are you--?” I start, straining against the belts, but he just grunts and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me jut my ass up and go on all fours.
“Wait and see,” he whispers, running his hands up the curve of my ass cheeks and then smacking me hard. I gasp, biting on my lip by accident, and he slaps my ass again with the back of his hand. The sound of flesh on flesh is a dry one but, by contrast, it causes a very wet reaction between my thighs.
“We’re gonna have some fun,” he whispers, his thumb going over my ass crack. He stops over my asshole, his finger lingering there, and then starts pushing it inside my body. I let out a moan as he does it, slowly realizing where he’s going with all this, and thrust back against him. He slides his finger all the way in, and then turns it around inside my ass, probing my insides.
“Boys,” he whispers, a
nd I look to the side to see the man in the white mask rolling a large condom down his cock. My insides clench as I imagine these three cocks filling every single one of my holes, and I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for it.
Climbing back on the bed, the man in the white mask lies down and worms his way underneath my body. I ease down, straddling him while my arms are stretched and tense, hanging by the belts that bind me.
At the same time, the man in the black mask jumps up on the mattress, and he goes to his feet right over my pillow, his hard cock just a few inches away from my mouth.
“Ready for this?” Parker asks me, and I turn my neck around so that I’m looking at him over my shoulder.
“I was born ready,” I whisper, my words flexing into a moan as he slides his finger out of my ass. Resting his large but soft hands on my thighs, he pushes me down, and I moan again as I feel the cock from the man under me pushing my inner lips aside and sheathing itself up to the hilt. I arch my back as I feel the masked man’s shaft pulsing inside of me, and that’s when Parker starts brushing the tip of his cock up and down the length of my ass crack, finally stopping when it’s over my hole.
Moving as slowly as possible, he feeds one inch into me. I moan, and then he allows me one more inch.
And then one more.
I moan until all of his long inches are buried deep inside of me, and then I just hold my breath, every single muscle in my body as tense as a nocked arrow.
“Hard,” I push the word out from between my gritted teeth, forcing my eyelids to flutter open so that I can face the cock right in front of me. Craning my neck, I part my lips and wrap them around its tip. Wasting no time, I let my lips roll down the thick shaft inside my mouth and I only stop when it’s firmly pressed against the back of my throat.
I hold my position for a few seconds, all three cocks buried inside my body, and then Parker and the man in the white mask start sliding their cocks out. That, of course, only so that they can start thrusting, which they do slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for their rhythm to grow into a wild and unbridled dance.
