by Alexis Angel
I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, taking his seed into my mouth. He fills me up in an instant, my mouth brimming with cum; I do the reasonable thing and just swallow, his salty and raw flavor making my skin prickle as it goes down my throat. He keeps on spraying his semen all over me as I do, covering my face and chest completely. I feel thick and gooey strands of cum sliding down my body and I open my legs slightly, allowing it all to drip straight to my pussy.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” I hear Strokes moaning, but I don’t even turn to look at her. I just smile as I hear her voice quivering, her wild scream of pleasure filling the whole room.
“Fuck, this was crazy,” Austin murmurs as his cock gives out one dying spasm against the palm of my hand. I peel my fingers off of his shaft and, taking both hands to my breasts, I squeeze them and start smearing Austin’s cum all over my naked body. He just watches me do it with a smile, his eyes locked into mine.
“It was crazy… But it’s not over,” I tell him, and then lean into me. I part my lips and take his cock into my mouth, sucking him dry of the few drops that have dripped down his shaft. When I finally pop his length out of me, Austin places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor. I let him to do it, tumbling back easily, and then spread my legs as I realize what’s coming.
He doesn’t waste a second; he leans into me fast, taking his mouth straight to my drenched pussy. I squirm in place as he sucks hard, using his tongue to scoop up the strands of cum that have made their way to between my folds. Once he’s done there, he brushes his lips over to my clit, and then continues moving upward. His tongue traces a straight line over my stomach, going all the way up to between my tits, and then he moves over to my left nipple. He circles it with his tongue, taking in all the cum, and the goes for my right nipple. He does the same there, and then he moves his lips over my wet skin until his mouth is on mine.
We kiss in abandonment, the cum he holds in his mouth dripping into mine. We’re a wet dirty mess right now, and I couldn’t love it anymore. Seriously, this is way beyond perfect. This is something you could only do with a man such as Austin.
“I fucking love you,” he breathes out as we pull back from each other. We sit up on the floor, breathing hard and looking at each other.
“I love you too,” I whisper, and that’s when I hear Strokes clear laugh.
“Seriously, guys,” she laughs, “I can take all the sex. But this mushiness is way too much for me.” She stands up and, picking up her towel from the floor, chuckles to herself. “Back to the shower with me, I guess.”
We watch as she leaves the room and then, as a pleasant silence takes over, Austin places his hand on top of mine and gives it a tender squeeze. He then takes his other hand to my belly and rests it there as if he’s trying to feel the new life growing inside of me.
“I guess this is a whole new adventure for us,” he whispers, and I see it all unfolding before my eyes: marriage, a baby, growing old by his side. Everything I never knew I wanted, but everything I needed.
I remember what Austin told me when I was just discovering who he really was. Python is a place where your wildest dreams come true, he told me, and only now do I realize how right he was. The moment I stepped inside Python, the wheels started spinning, setting in motion what destiny had planned for me. And my wildest dream became true in the end: me and Austin, together. That’s what I wanted more than everything in the world, and it happened.
One word of advice to you: get to Python as soon as you can. You never know when your own dreams might come true. I’m sure the men at Python will give you a push in the right direction.
Mistress Strokes
Bet you weren’t expecting to hear from me, huh?
Well, I couldn’t leave New York City and not say something.
Not after the shit show that’s been going down.
And, yeah, I’m leaving New York. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but don’t worry. You’ll see me again.
I’ll pop in and out no matter where you are. If you stay with Alexis, you won’t get rid of me that easily.
I just wanted to say thank you for bearing through this before we start wrapping things up, you know? I know at first it didn’t seem like there was going to be a happy ending, but I think we’re getting to it now.
I know you might not like reading about FMF or whatever, but it’s sexual. And it’s dirty. And so I’m hoping it got you wet.
Plus, I mean Destiny and me, we didn’t get far anyways.
But I mean, we had to do it.
Because we had to put a stop to Lester.
You see, Lester represents the old. The old way of thinking. Men, when they thought they could repress women. I’m all for men dominating women during sex, hell, if both parties went into it consensually I’m all for being bought and sold at a fucking auction if you’re a virgin.
But what I can’t get and won’t put up with is the fucking hypocrisy that this world has lived with for too long.
Men can go around and fuck anything they want. But get a woman who likes sex, and she’s a whore. She’s a slut.
Fuck that.
My goal, from now on, is going to be to travel through and keep the society fucking honest.
Anytime there’s a woman in trouble, expect to see me.
Anytime there’s a double standard, I’m going after the motherfucker who’s perpetrating it.
Sure, it means leaving New York. It’s been my home for so many years, but during these past months it became something foreign to me. After seeing all the things Lester did, and after dwelling for so long in the city’s underworld… I guess all that took a toll on me. But now that’s just the past. Ahead of me there’s a long road, and it leads to wherever I want it to.
Austin is busy compiling all the information he got after his security cleaned out Lester’s house, and he’s going to hand everything to the authorities (the non-corrupt authorities, I mean). Once that’s done, I’ll be free. It’s kinda weird, really. I spent so much time trying to make a difference, trying to do some good in this city… And now that my job here is done, I’m actually at a loss on what to do now.
“Partner up with us,” Austin and Destiny offered me, but I just couldn’t accept it. Python and Dirty Destiny are almost an extension of they are, and I’d just feel like an intruder. “Then be our second in command,” they insisted, but I had to say no again.
I’m tired, you see? I need to rest. I’ll probably go somewhere in Europe, and lay low for a while. Maybe I’ll go back to college, who knows? I’ve playing with the idea of becoming a lawyer and making a stand for Human Rights. I guess that’d be right up my alley. But no pressure. I have lots of time to make a decision. Besides, Austin and Destiny gave me enough money to enjoy life for a while and then back on my feet. They’re probably the best two people I have ever met, and it just makes me happy that they found each other. They deserve to be happy.
“And here’s the orange juice for the crazy lady in the blue hair,” I hear Austin tell me. He’s behind the counter with Destiny, and they’re placing bottles up on the shelves. Today’s my last day in New York, but I still had to come and help them out.
“Thank you, fine gentleman,” I mock him, taking a sip out of the orange juice. I spit it out the moment it touches my lips. “It tastes like… ugh, tequila.”
“So? It’s a parting drink,” Austin teases me, laughing in that deep voice of his. Then he takes the glass out of my hands and replaces it with the real orange juice he had hid under the counter.
“Can you stop teasing her, Austin? Help me out in here.” Destiny tells him. She’s high up on a ladder they have against the wall, neatly stacking more bottles on the higher shelves they have behind the counter. Austin just grins at her and shrugs, but his eyes are focused on her ass. Sigh, he’s already thinking of getting her naked the moment I leave. Swear to God, he’s incorrigible.
Sitting on my stool, I look around me and realize how much has changed. I’m not even in Python anym
ore, the place that was my home for so long. I’m not at Dirty Destiny either, this is a whole new place, and it’s way bigger than both Python and Dirty Destiny. When Lester finally got their operating licenses, they made the decision to partner up and combine both clubs into one. If you asked me, that was the right decision, they have partnered up for life, so why can’t they do the same when it comes to business?
Anyway, this place is freaking huge. They actually bought a whole building to make this a reality. Three dancefloors for the customers, six for the dancers, various themed bars spread around the whole building, and God knows how many private rooms. I could myself inside this place.
But just look at them, smiling at each other, joking, lust always in their eyes. Have you ever seen a more sickening perfect couple? And they’re happy… So happy. The kind of happy everyone deserves to be. I’d be lying if I said I’m not jealous. But I have my whole life ahead of me, and I’m sure that down the road I’ll find a slice of happiness just for myself.
“Sir, the limo’s outside,” a thin man with a suit a balding head tells Austin as he peeks from a door at the end of the room. He nods respectfully at the both Destiny and I, and then goes back to his post.
“Well, I guess that’s your cue, isn’t it?” he asks me, going around the bar and hugging me so tight that I can barely breath.
“Ugh, can’t… breathe…” I hiss with a grin, and he lets go of me. Then it’s Destiny’s turn: she wraps her arms around me and then lays her lips against my right cheek.
“We’re going to miss you,” she says, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. God, I hate goodbyes, I really do.
“Okay, guys… I have to go,” I mutter, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. I pick my bags up from the floor and start walking toward the exit door on the back, but then Austin calls after me.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know…” I tell him honestly, smiling. “Right now, I just want to get to the airport… There, I’ll look up at the departures and pick someplace fancy. Paris? London? Barcelona? I don’t know.”
“I hear they have a pretty good natural orange juice in Barcelona,” he tells me with a smile. I look at him, tears in my eyes once more, and it almost breaks my heart to think that I’m leaving and won’t be hearing his stupid jokes for a while. You know, I was lost and alone in the world when I went knocking on his door… And he took me in, fed me, gave me a place to stay and, above everything else, gave me a purpose and helped me fulfil it. And his easy jokes always made me look on the bright side of life. Whenever things got tough, there he was, always with an easy smile and a witty comeback.
I’m going to miss him.
“Come and visit, okay?” Destiny tells me, walking toward me and holding both my hands. “As far as we’re concerned, this place is your home as well. And you’re a member of the family.”
“I’ll be back,” I promise the two of them, and then just smile and walk toward the exit. The driver is already waiting by the door, holding his hat in one hand. He picks my bags and carries them toward Austin’s limo, and I turn around to look at them one last time.
They’re already back to work, and I just stand there in silence, watching them. Austin walks behind Destiny and, grabbing her by the waist, makes her turn in her heels. He grabs her hands and then spins her around the room, dancing with her as if they were teenagers in love. He then pulls her in and, bending her over the arm he has on her waist, kisses her.
“Goodbye,” I whisper, and then leave, closing the door behind me. I’ll be back, I know it… But I figure that by the time I’m back Destiny will already be cradling a miniature Austin in her arms. Can you imagine that? A small version of Mr. Python, running around the playground and lifting the girl’s skirts. Ah, I can see that pretty clearly.
I walk to the limo and get inside there. The moment I’m cruising through New York’s traffic, I lean back against my seat and just look out the window. Life can be tough, sometimes. And I’ve seen a lot of broken lives and broken homes during my time at Python. I did my best to make a difference, and I think that I succeeded.
Now it’s time for me to make my way in the world.
But where?
Just between you and me, it’s going to be Barcelona.
A friend of mine told me they make really good orange juice there.
Out And About - New York City
Bringing you the skinny on the hottest attractions in and around Gotham…
New Yorkers rejoiced today at the grand opening of the most anticipated nightclub this year: Dirty Python.
The new club is a merging of the now famous (or infamous) Python club that used to exist for women only as well as the more traditional Dirty Destiny, which was owned and operated by noted porn star Destiny Renee before being shut down in a NYPD Vice Squad raid last month.
Sources claim that after months of protracted legal battles, the owner of Python, Austin Price, was able to secure the rights to reopen Dirty Destiny.
Yet by this point, Mr. Price had also secured licenses and permissions to operate a nightclub in Manhattan.
The ensuing decision was simple for Austin Price; considering he was engaged to the Dirty Destiny's owner and operator.
"We realized that once we combined our clubs, that we could still have a section cater exclusively for women where they would feel safe, but also have a section where women and men could mingle, and then a section where men could be by themselves," Austin explained to Out and About reporters. "Basically, the women can go wherever. We box the men in certain places, because, well...they're men."
Destiny Renee stood next to Austin Price today as co-partner and Chief Financial Officer of the Dirty Python club, a triumphant return to a city that had treated her so badly according to many observers.
Recent uncovering of evidence has led many to believe that the closure of Dirty Destiny last month was politically motivated by the Police Commissioner. Several other ethics investigations have already been opened up into his dealings.
A full-fledged investigation has been promised by City Hall as multiple businesses and organizations have come forward over the last several weeks to complain about extortion and gross abuse of power.
But for many, the troubles caused by a disgraced Police Commissioner are second only to the enjoying the new club. In a city where the latest nightclub opens every week, Dirty Python is unique.
"We love each other very much," Destiny Renee states when asked about what makes them different. "At the end of the day, this is something we do together. And each day, it helps us fall more in love with one another."
Only time will tell whether love is enough to keep Dirty Python as hot as it is now. But after experiencing the goods, we believe it is.
Epilogue - Destiny
“Hey, babe,” I hear Austin’s voice, but I can’t really process what he’s saying. Lazily, I open one eye and then the other. He’s kneeling beside me, looking at me with a tired but happy smile. He’s still wearing his slick Armani, so I figure he must've arrived home from the club just now. Lately I’ve been staying at home; I’m a mom after all, and the club life isn’t really the most productive use of my time. In Austin words, I should focus on being a mother first and a businesswoman second. To be fair to him, he also considers himself a father first and a businessman second.
“Hey,” I whisper, my voice as lazy as my eyelids. God, I feel so sleepy. I must have fallen asleep in the couch. I take one quick look at the watch on my wrist—it’s 7 am—and I realize that I spent the whole night in here, huddled under a blanket. Which is good, you know? Since Anna showed up in our lives that I’ve been struggling to get a good night's sleep. Not that I’m complaining; she’s the most perfect little creature I have laid my eyes on, and every red-eyed morning is worth paying just for having her in our lives.
Oh, right, who’s Anna? you’re probably asking. She’s our baby, of course, the cute little one asleep in the crib inside our bedroom. We named her Ann
a after Mistress Strokes, her real name. I liked the name, and I also fell in love with the idea that I was naming my baby girl after a strong woman, one brave enough to fight for what she believes in and make a real difference in the world. A woman good enough to be a role-model to my daughter. Because my girl will grow up to be just like that, you better believe it.
It was actually a shock when the doctors told us we were having a girl. Both Austin and Strokes assumed we were having a boy, and I kinda fell for it too. I mean, who wouldn’t love to have a miniature of Austin running around? But it was a girl, not a boy. But it didn’t matter; in fact, Austin was over the moon when the doctor broke the news for us. He was delighted that there was going to be a mini-me in the house. Can you imagine him playing with dolls? Neither can I, but I’m betting that’s the kind of father he’s going to be.
“She’s still asleep?” he asks, laying a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes as I feel his mouth on me, glad that he’s finally home.
“Yeah, she slept all night.” And thank God. I really needed a few hours just to crash.
“That’s good,” he whispers more self-consciously now, making an effort not to wake Anna up.
“Yeah,” I agree, rubbing my eyes and sitting up on the couch. I don’t remember when was the last time I slept an entire night undisturbed. “How was work?”
“Crazy.”
“Like always.”
“Like always,” he repeats after me. “All the floors were packed, and some girl got into her head that she needed to go up the stage and have Maverick dance for her. She just climbed onto the stage and tackled him; can you believe it? She could have just asked.” Just another night, then. It seems that there’s always something crazy happening at Dirty Python, the hottest place in New York. No, scratch that, the hottest place in the East Coast.
Since we’ve opened doors that it seems that we’re making headlines in some media outlet. We climbed out from the seedy columns in newspapers into the mainstream. Every single day there’s a reporter knocking at our doors, or calling us up trying to schedule an interview or an exclusive piece. It was fun in the beginning, but we mostly just turn them down now. Our club is a place where people, both men and women, can enjoy themselves free of society’s prying and judgmental eyes. It’s a safe haven, and we don’t have reporters there pestering our customers. That’s probably one of the reasons why we’ve grown so successful.
