Harem: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  “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.

  Austin

  “Destiny’s,” I tell my driver as he opens the door for the limo.

  I usually don’t ride around New York in the limo; I usually keep it at Python so that it can be used for business, but today I couldn’t be fucking bothered to take a cab.

  I’m in a hurry to get to Destiny’s club.

  And no, there’s no special reason aside from the fact that I want to fucking see her, okay?

  That woman is like a fucking drug, and it seems that I can’t go without her for more than 24 hours at a time. I swear to God.

  Just talking about her to you is enough to get my cock hard.

  I mean, those 12 inches start complaining after that much time has passed and it hasn’t fucking tasted Destiny.

  Yeah, this is a first for me. I don’t think I've ever cared this much about a woman. But then again, Destiny is so much more than just a woman. She’s fucking stunning, yeah, but it’s not only that. Just look at how much she has accomplished—club owner at 26 years old? That takes someone very special to pull that off, never mind if you're a woman or a man. Trust me, I know how hard it is.

  Traffic’s a bit rough today over the 59th street bridge, so it takes almost an hour to make the drive from Queens to Manhattan. I spend that time going through my e-mail and going over Python’s financials, so I’m pretty glad by the time the limo halts to a stop under Dirty Destiny’s bright red sign. There’s already a line at the place, and the bouncers are already turning away a lot of folks; business seems to be flourishing for her.

  “Wait here,” I tell the driver as I step out of the limo, “I’ll let you know once I’m done.”

  “Mr. Python,” one of the bouncers calls after me, addressing me by the name that most of the fucking city has started to use since that Out and About article, leaving his spot and escorting me straight to the main entrance.

  A lot of people start complaining as I cut the line, but hey, what the fuck am I supposed to?

  Stand in line like a good
little boy? C’mon.

  I button up my jacket as I step inside Dirty Destiny’s main floor and, just as I suspected, the place is packed. There are two dancers on the stage, and the men are throwing dollar bills at them as if they could cure cancer.

  Sex really brings out the best in fucking people, huh?

  That’s probably Junior’s college money.

  Their daughter's are probably gonna have to fucking strip now to make college money because Daddy stuffed it down a fucking g-string.

  Fuck, those daughters might be out there selling their virginity to the highest bidder. Like a lot of the fucking Kindle books that are coming out nowadays.

  “Where’s Destiny?” I ask the bouncer, and he points up at the one-way windows overlooking the stage. The office, then. I thank him and head straight up; another bouncer calls up to tell him I’m coming, and he steps to the side as I walk up to the stars.

  By the time I reach the balcony, Destiny is already waiting for me there, a big grin on her face.

  “Came to see me or to enjoy the show?” she asks, taking one step toward me. I grab her by the ass immediately, pull her into me and crush my mouth against hers. I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees us kissing; we’re two grown ass adults and I’m far too busy to be keeping stuff like this a secret.

  “I came for a show… A private one,” I tell her, and her response is a quick one. She likes to shoot from the hip.

  “Well, I hope you’ve brought your big boy wallet, then.”

  “No, I forgot about it,” I whisper against her ear, “but I brought something bigger than that.” Smiling, she takes her hand straight to my crotch, curling her fingers around my erection. Yeah, that’s right, I’m already fucking hard. Just seeing her is enough to make me pop a boner.

  “Well, I’m going to need to inspect it first…” She pulls, softly squeezing my cock, and I become even harder. If she keeps teasing me, my cock might just rip its way out of my pants.

  “Yeah? Am I up for an oral inspection?”

  “I think you’re right; I’m going to need to do a thorough inspection…” she purrs again, letting go of my cock and hooking her fingers on my belt. She pulls me inside her office and slams the door behind us.

  The moment I hear the lock on the door snapping shut, I just grab her by the waist and push her back until her ass is against the edge of the desk.

  Tangling my fingers in her hair, I yank on it and force her head back. She gasps as I do it, and then I place my other hand over her knee and slide it up and under her tight fitting skirt. I only stop when my hand is right between her thighs, her damp thong against my fingertips.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I tell her, lifting her head and making her look at me. “It’s all I could think of on the ride here.”

  “That makes two of us then,” she says, flattening the palm of her hand against my crotch once more.

  Let’s get this party started, then. I lean in to kiss her but, when our mouths are just one inch away, my cell phone starts to ring.

  I could just ignore it—and that’s what I’d normally do—but this is the ringtone I set up for Strokes.

  Fuck, I don’t want to interrupt this rodeo that’s about to start, but if Strokes is calling… then something is seriously up.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, letting go of Destiny and taking one step back. I pull the cell phone out of my pocket and, just like I expected, Strokes’ name is flashing on the screen. “Babe, sorry, I really have to get this.” It fucking hurts to leave her wet like this, but it can’t be helped; there might be something happening at Python and I need to be on top of it.

  “Just make sure you come back as hard as you are,” she tells me teasingly, straightening the front of her skirt and sinking into her chair behind the desk.

  “Well, only if you stay as wet as you are now… “ I tell Destiny, and grab my cock, giving it a lewd tug over the trousers. Destiny smiles.

  “You've got a deal,” she says, using one hand to lightly run up and down her tits.

  I look at her and smile lewdly. I love being filthy with this fucking girl.

  I reach for the door in her office and I step out.

  If you’re wondering why I’m not taking the phone call with her around, it's because my business with Strokes is too sensitive for me to act careless. Besides, I don’t want to pull her into this.

  No, I’m not going to tell you what it is now.

  Listen, people could be watching.

  I mean, look at you. You’re watching the both of us. You think anyone else in this club knows that you’re watching?

  Fuck, what if someone else is watching me just like that.

  No. If you need to find out, you will.

  It’s for the fucking best, doll.

  I walk toward the balcony railings, but there’s too much noise up in here. I go down the stairs at a hurried step and, nodding at the bouncer, step inside one of the private rooms. It’s empty and silent, and the soundproof walls prevent the sound of the music from getting in, and my words from getting out. Perfect.

  “Strokes? Something happened?” I always get fucking anxious when she calls me. I never know when she’s going to hit me with bad news.

  “Took you long enough to pick up the phone, where are you?”

  “Destiny’s.”

  “Well, well… Seems like someone is having fun,” she says to me. “Listen, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, Austin, but later tonight I’ll need you to be at Python,” she starts, lowering her tone and finally getting down to business.

  “Why?” I ask, a bit pissed off. “I thought Maverick was fine with running it tonight.”

  Yeah, Maverick always covers for me when I’m not around—running Python without him and Strokes would be close to impossible, but I guess she’s not talking strictly about Python.

  “Yeah, he’s running the floor. But I have a new batch of girls coming in,” she whispers into the phone, and I can tell that she’s a nervous fucking wreck.

  She drowns herself in caffeine whenever we have girls coming in like this, and goes without sleep for days. Strokes’ bold, but she really gets stressed out when it comes to the real work we do at Python. It’s only natural, though—with the amount of risks we’re taking every day, any sane person would be worried out of their minds.

  “Alright, don’t worry. I’ll be there,” I try and soothe her, but I know that she won’t calm down until she sees me inside Python. “Has security been warned to be on the watch for the police?”

  “Yeah, they know what to do. I just feel more at ease when you’re here to handle this.”

  “I’ll be there, Strokes,” I say.

  “You better. Now go have fun, we’ll talk later,” she finishes, ending the call.

  Fuck, I wasn’t really expecting a new batch of girls for today. Well, it has to be done anyway.

  I push the cell phone into my pocket and head out of the room, anxious to get back to Destiny. My call with Strokes lasted for just a few minutes, so I bet I can still there and find her wet and ready to go…

  Yeah, I probably should head right back to Python, but I can’t just leave Destiny like this. To leave her without fucking her would be a sin.

  I take several breaths. I need to do what any real man would do.

  Go inside.

  Fuck the living daylights out of that goddess.

  Cum all over her fabulous fucking tits.

  Go back to work.

  Plan.

  I’m heading to the stairway that leads to the balcony over the stage when suddenly a loud bang echoes through the floor, drowning out the music.

  Someone screams, and I look at the entrance just in time to see the doors being slammed open.

  One man in a SWAT uniform steps inside and throws a smoke grenade straight into the middle of the crowd. Immediately after, what looks like the entire fucking NYPD rushes into the club.

  Like they’re storming the building in a fucking war.

  Fuck
.

  This can’t be good for business.

  Destiny

  Fuck!

  I should've taken Lester’s threats more seriously.

  I should have been ready.

  But, no, I let myself go and get lost in some imaginary future, thinking that everything would work out happily in the end.

  Lester would do nothing, and he would give up on this Python charade once he saw there was nothing shady going on in there.

  But, of course, this was nothing more than a fantasy.

  This isn’t a fucking novel, hun.

  There is no Happily Ever After.

  I don’t care what it says in the blurb. Just because HEA is guaranteed, how is it going to happen when Lester and the entire fucking NYPD are shutting down my club?

  Just as Austin got a phone call and stepped outside to take it, my own cellphone started to buzz. I picked it up, unlocked it, and now here I am, standing in the middle of my office while big bold letters, all in caps, seem to scream out me.

  TIME’S UP, Lester's message reads, and I feel his dark and ominous shadow cast over my club.

  He’s coming for me, and once he comes …

  A loud bang drowns out the music. It's an explosion, a loud one, coming from the club’s main room. My feet carry me out of my office and into the balcony that overlooks the stage.

  Everyone is screaming and running around aimlessly, empty space forming around a can in the middle of the room. Then that small can starts to spit out a white cloud of smoke and I realize with a sinking feeling that I really underestimated Lester.

  He isn’t coming for me with a notice for me to close the place for inspection.

  No, he’s coming for me with guns blazing, blood in his eyes.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Lux screams at me, appearing at my side from God knows where.

  “Lester,” I simply whisper, and her eyes become as wide as golden coins. She grabs the balcony railings to steady herself and then looks at me with a worried expression her face.