by Abby Angel
"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, and 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.
Closing my eyes again, I let all these lustful sensations wash over me and, regaining a slice of focus, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring the cock in front of me with unrepentant hunger.
The sound of their cocks sliding in and out of my body is a wet one, primal and maddening in its nature, and it makes the fire inside my belly grow into a raging furnace of pleasure.
My whole body is burning up, and I don’t think it’ll take long for my skin to start turning into ashes. Which I wouldn’t mind—after all, there’s a price to pay for pleasure. Perhaps wanting me to pay that price quickly, the man in the white mask grabs me by the head and, holding it, he starts thrusting. In that exact moment, the three men start pistoning into me at the same time, their rhythm one and the same.
I arch my back even more, electricity snapping at my nerve endings with vibrant jaws, and I shut my eyelids so tightly that my eyeballs start to hurt. I feel a numbness taking over my toes and, slowly, it spreads all over my body, finally taking over my brain and turning it into a processing plant for lust.
"OH FUCK, FUCK!" I scream out loud, pushing my head back and forcing the cock inside my mouth to slide out. The moment the words leave my mouth, my body responds in kind and every single muscle in my body starts spasming hard, almost as if someone had tied a string to them and was now pulling on it with no rhythm or kindness.
I let my head fall down, pressing my forehead against the chest of the man in the white mask, and I don’t move until the last kisses of climax stop caressing my body. I lay there as if I‘m dead, beads of sweat dripping down my back, and the only thing I manage to do once pleasure washes over me is whimper.
"That was…" I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. I jus
t take a deep breath and watch as the man in the black mask turns around and unties both my wrists; I place my hands on the mattress then, allowing the muscles in my arm a few seconds of rest, and then my brain allows a sinful whisper to take over my body.
They started it, you finished it, that whisper goes, and I know exactly what I have to do. Moving my body forward in a flowing motion, I let the cocks inside my pussy and ass slide out of me, and then I roll to the side, sliding down the bed and going straight to my knees.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask the three of them, looking at them with narrowed eyes and a wide grin.
Moving as if they’re in a trance, they get out of the bed and stand in a line right in front of me, just like they did before. And, exactly as I did before, I grab the masked men’s cock and dive forward, opening my mouth and gobbling up Parker’s shaft.
My hands move as fast as humanly possible, stroking the two cocks I’m holding, and I bob my head back and forth at that same frantic pace. For a second I stop existing, my sense of self is dissolving in the movements of my body.
I’m only brought down to Earth when a sudden strand of cum hits me straight in the face.
And then another.
And another.
Before I know it, my face is covered in cum, and it’s only then that a violent spasm runs through Parker’s cock. In a heartbeat, his cock starts gushing a river of cum into my mouth, filling me up to the brink before I can do anything about it. Cum drips down from my mouth, joining the masked men’s semen, and all that wet gooey mess slides down over my skin. It goes down my neck and over the rising curve of my breasts, wetting my nipples and making my skin prickle.
I move my body back and let go of all three cocks, throwing my head back and squeezing my breasts while Parker and the masked men unleash their never ending load over my exhausted body.
I keep frozen in place as they finish off, and by the time that happens I’m completely covered in their seed. I let a wild smile take over my lips and, almost as if that turned a switch inside Parker’s head, his knees buckle under his weight and he kneels right in front of me.
"So? How did you like Python?" he asks me, taking his hand to the nape of my neck and grabbing at my hair, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.
"Loved it," I tell him, but then I reach for his still hard cock and give it a squeeze. "But I’ll always prefer your python."
"Thought so," he laughs, leaning into me and pressing his lips on mine, a thick barrier of cum between our bodies.
I close my eyes as the masked men turn on their heels and get out of the bedroom, leaving Parker and I alone, and that’s when I surrender completely to his kiss, my tongue dancing around his own.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"For what?"
"For this, for everything… For being you."
He just smiles at me, and that’s the only reaction I need from him.
Sometimes a smile is worth more than a thousand words.
Amy
Stretching, I let out one big yawn. I stare down at the clock on my laptop, which tells me I’ve been working for almost twelve hours straight, and then close the lid. My days are now a retreading of what came before—work, work, and then some more work. Thankfully, I make sure to keep my spirits up by taking a hefty dose of Parker’s naked body. It seems that’s all I do nowadays, work and fuck. Hey, work hard; play hard. Isn’t that how the saying goes?
But Parker has been busy the whole day, meeting with some of the big names of New York politics, and I’ve spent the whole day holed up in my apartment, reading through a mountain of legal briefings and strategy documents for his campaign. Seriously, you’d say half of the Amazonian rainforest has been cut down in order to create this much paper. But I’m done now; it’s already 10 pm, and I have to meet Parker’s staff early in the morning.
I get up from the desk I’ve set up in my living room and start dragging my feet toward the bedroom when there’s a loud knock at my door. I glance at my cellphone, still sitting by the side of my laptop, but Parker hasn’t called or texted me. He’s still in a meeting, although I wouldn’t be surprised if he had gotten out earlier and decided to drop in as a surprise.
I smile, remembering how he surprised me last time, and then saunter over to the door. Already expecting to see Parker on the other side, I turn the handle and open the door. Except it isn’t Parker standing in the doorway—it’s my mother.
High heels, a formal pencil skirt, a blouse more expensive than my whole furniture collection put together, and, of course, a smile that I can only translate as trouble. Hi, mom.
"What are you --" I start, not even knowing what to say, but she just cuts me short and walks past me and inside my apartment, her shoulder bumping harshly against mine.
Without saying a word, she walks with her sure step toward the drink cabinet I have on the corner and she grabs two short glasses of whisky. She takes the cork out of a bottle of aged malt and then pours the whisky onto the glasses.
"Here, drink this," she says, pushing one glass into my hands.
"What are you doing?" I finally manage to say, wrapping both my hands around the cold glass of whisky.
"You’ve done your job, Amy," she tells me, looking straight into my eyes with an icy expression, and then drinking half of her whisky in one single gulp. "And you’ve done it perfectly."
"What are you talking about?" I ask, not quite sure of what’s going on. "Did you come for these?" I continue, waving my hand at the stack of documents piled up on my desk. "Because there’s nothing in there that --"
"Oh, for a smart girl, you can be pretty dumb sometimes, Amy," she whispers, finishing off her drink and then pouring some more whisky. She’s in a celebratory mood, which isn’t really good—for me and for Parker.
"Then what? What are you talking about?"
"Do you think I care about Parker’s strategies or whatever documents his staff passes back and forth? Believe me, if I wanted to go down that route, I wouldn’t need you. What I wanted was for you to give Parker’s life an air of… indecency. Impropriety. Which you’ve done wonderfully," she smiles, raising her glass at me as if she were giving a toast.
So this was her game all along. And, just like a fool, I played straight into her hand. How could I have not seen this coming?
"Your bid for the senate is in ruins… After that veteran thing it’s going to be impossible for you to --"
"Don’t be a fool. Do you think people are going to care about some stupid thing like that? Once the world knows about what Parker has been up to, that situation is going to disappear as fast as it came up. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Amy. You were dying to get into his pants, and now you finally did it. I don’t care that the two of you are sleeping with each other, you know? It’s all the same to me."
"I’m your daughter…" I whisper, curling my fingers tightly around my whisky glass. I’m struggling against the sudden urge to simply throw the glass against her head.
"So? And I’m your mother. And, from what I’m seeing, you prefer to side with Parker than with me."
"You’re a monster, that’s what you are!" I hiss, rage boiling inside my veins.
"I’m not a monster. I’m a realist. Not a wide-eyed dreamer like you and your friend Parker. And don’t act like you’re a saint either, Amy. You helped me do this, remember? And you’ve done exactly what I needed… Now I just need one final thing from you."
I stare her down in complete silence, ready to refuse whatever she asks of me. I don’t care about what happens. I’m done with his bullshit.
"You need to leave him," she finally says, smiling as if the words feel like honey in her mouth.
"No," I reply, placing my glass on the desk and balling both of my hands into fists. "I’m done with you."
Still with that smile on her face, she sighs heavily and then takes one step toward me.
"You will leave him. I’m going to hit him fast and hard, Amy, and I need him as demoralized as possibl
e. You don’t have a choice in this, you should know by now. Or haven’t you learned anything?"
"Yeah, I’ve learned something," I whisper, closing the distance between us with one sure step and then hitting her across the face with the back of my hand. "I’ve learned you’re a bitch. And now I want you to get the fuck out of my apartment."
Moving slowly, she sets her glass on the desk and looks to me, her smile turning into a grin of pure savagery.
"I’ll go, Amy. But if I were you, I’d be as far away from Parker as possible. Because, rest assured, I’m going to crush him… And if you’re standing by his side, I’ll happily crush you as well."
"Fuck off," I growl, and then I stare at her as she grabs her purse and walks out of my apartment, leaving the door open behind her.
This is it. Whatever she has in store for Parker, it’s clear what’s going to happen next.
We’re officially going to war.
Parker
I'm sitting behind my large, mahogany desk. My top staff officials are standing behind me, poised and smiling. This is a big moment. I have a stack of documents splayed out over the desk, and a heavy pen resting between my fingers.
I'm signing my way through documents as reporters snap pictures.
I'm hoping this action sets my campaign back on track. It's recently gone off the rails since Kate Meelios showed up unexpectedly at Amy's apartment.
This is city legislation I'm signing today that will make it illegal for sex offenders to work in our public school system, and I'm proud of this. It's about time it's happening.
"This legislation is long overdue," I say proudly, looking up from the documents. "I'm fulfilling a campaign promise that I've made to the citizens of New York City. This is a historic moment for all of us."
