by Abby Angel
“Harder… Please, harder…” I moan, needing to push him to his limits. I just don’t know if I can take it but, hell, I’m willing to risk it.
“So… fucking… tight,” he whispers between thrusts, fucking me so hard that beads of sweat are already forming on his forehead, his skin glistening under the bright lights of the stage.
“Ah, ah… So… So good!” I cry out, my body swinging back and forth from the chains as he completely demolishes my pussy. I feel my insides tightening up around his shaft and, knowing that I’m about to come, I throw my head back and grit my teeth, preparing both my mind and body for the tidal wave of pleasure about to crash against me.
“Oh, fuck… OH FUCK!” I shout, pleasure flooding my muscles like a tsunami. I scream until my throat feels raw, my body burning from the inside out as my heart beats so fast it might just burst.
At the same time, a slight spasm goes over Sloane’s cock and I realize that he’s close. He went so hard that he fucked me right up to the point of no return. Thankfully, Sloane is unlike any other man; he just stops thrusting and takes a deep breath, willing himself to stop. His cock becomes as hard as concrete inside of me, pulsing so hard that each time it does its ripples of pleasure spread from my pussy to my brain.
“That was fucking close,” he tells me with a grin, slowly taking his cock out of me. I take my legs out from his waist and let my feet touch the floor once more.
“Don’t give up on me,” I say, “because we’re just starting.”
“You bet we’re just starting,” he whispers in a barely audible one, looking over my shoulder. I’m facing the crowd, so I don’t see what’s happening behind me, but the looks of surprise and awe of the women in the front row tell me that it’s got to be good. No, more than good.
“Here they come,” Sloane continues and, in that exact moment, two men walk past us and head straight to the edge of the stage. They’re barefoot and shirtless, the only clothing in their body a pair of ripped jeans. Ropes of muscle go from their forearms to their shoulders, and their chests seem modeled after one of these Adonis statues.
More bouncers appear right in front of the stage, the female audience shouting and whistling so loudly that they almost drown out the loud music. A few of them don’t even care about the bouncers; they just press their bodies against them, throwing their arms over their shoulders as they to reach the stage and touch the men there.
“This is insane,” I whisper at Sloane, suddenly feeling more nervous than ever. Are these two here for me? Oh, God.
“Insane is the word,” he replies, and the grin on his face makes all the anxiety inside me fade away. Insane or not, I’m doing this.
The two men have their backs turned to me, but I look at them all the same, watching them unbutton their pants. Instead of pulling them down, they walk so close to the edge of the stage and, with their feet dangling over the edge, they allow the women fighting against the bouncers to grab at the fabric of their jeans.
The jeans come down in a hurry and they take a step back, kicking them off into the crowd. They turn to me then, wearing only dark boxer briefs, and that’s when I realize that they’re wearing masks: one black, the other white.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, realizing that I’m about to be fucked by three men.
“That’s right,” Sloane grins, excitement in his voice. “This is all for you, ‘sis,” he adds, reaching for the handcuffs and opening them one at a time.
“On your knees,” he commands me then, and my body obeys. I go down on my knees as the two men stand side by side with Sloane, their cocks bulging under their boxers. Swallowing hard, I go for it; I flatten the palm of my hands on their crotches, just to feel their cocks pulse against mine, and then I grab their boxers and push them down their legs.
The three of them tower over me like gods, and I grab the masked men's cocks without wasting any time. I part my lips at the same time and, leaning in, wrap them around Sloane’s cock; I close my eyes as I feel my juices coating his shaft, my own flavor hitting me at once and driving me completely insane.
I start bobbing my head immediately, my mouth going up and down Sloane’s cock while, at the same time, I stroke the masked men. Both their cocks are huge, but only one of them has a cock as huge as Sloane’s. Which, really, is saying something about the quality of the men at Python.
I keep sucking and stroking until time becomes just an insignificant detail; my hands and mouth move at the same rhythm, my mind drifting away in an ocean of pure bliss. Sloane grabs my head then, forcing me to stop, and thank God for that, because if he didn’t I’d just keep on using their cocks until they all came over my naked body.
I look up at Sloane and, without blinking, I go up to my feet. I act fast, moving like a wild cat, and place both my hands on his shoulders; I push him down, forcing him to lay down on the floor, and then jump on top of him, spreading my legs and straddling him.
“Let’s have some fun,” I tell him, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my pussy. I brush its tip against my folds and, still looking Sloane in the eyes, I lift my hips up and, in a flowing motion, ease myself down again. His cock pushes its way past my pussy lips in a flash, burying itself inside of me so fast that a scream erupts in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, his cock making my insides burn. My muscles are boiling, and my brain is turning to ashes. And it’s absolutely perfect. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ride Sloane at a steady pace; I lean into him, my tits bouncing over his face, and he just cranes his neck and starts sucking on my right nipple, his tongue running in fast circles around it.
“Come here,” I ask the men in the white mask, and he obeys without a word, standing in front of me, pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. Sitting up on Sloane’s cock, I reach for the cock in front of me with one hand and angle it toward my mouth; I dive into it fast, opening my mouth and taking all of it in.
I keep on riding Sloane and sucking on the masked men as hard as I can, beads of sweat already dripping down my forehead, but there’s still something missing. I pull my mouth back, the masked man’s cock popping out of me and springing up, and then I turn to the man in the black mask.
He’s standing to the side and, even though I can only see his eyes, I can tell by the tension in his body that he’s dying to join the party. “You too, come here,” I pant, struggling to get the words out as Sloane thrusts his cock into me so hard it’s a wonder I’m not screaming.
I nod at the man in the black mask, telling him to go behind me, and that’s what he does. He kneels between Sloane’s legs, the tip of his cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and a violent shiver goes up my spine. We’re about to get real… Very, very, real.
I watch as the men get condoms ready - to be worn right before they penetrate me. I hadn’t even thought of it - so consumed am I by lust - but I’m glad the club has these rules.
“On your knees,” I tell the man in front of me and, once more, he obeys without a word. I bend over now, my hands on Sloane’s chest, and reach for the cock in front of me again. I take it in my mouth and start sucking on it again, my body bent over so that the man behind me has a nice view of my ass.
My skin prickles as I feel a cock with a condom on brushing up and down my ass crack, and my insides clench as I prepare for the inevitable. I’m about to get all of my holes filled by huge cocks, and doesn’t that sound amazing? Oh, yeah, it does.
My insides start burning up as the man in the black mask stops brushing his cock up and down and simply trains the tip of his huge member on my asshole. Moving steadily, he starts feeding his long inches into me, stretching my ass as much as Sloane is stretching my pussy.
Once his cock is sheathed to the hilt in my ass, he grabs my ass cheeks and starts to thrust. I pull out the cock inside my mouth and let out a violent scream, my high-pitched voice drowning out the music. Sloane and the masked men are pistoning into me furiously, their cocks working at exactly the same pace. It’s weird, but it almost
seems like I’m with Drake and Sloane again. And that makes me happy, and more than happy, it makes me horny.
“Faster,” I command, digging my fingernails into Sloane’s chest, and the two men start fucking me as if we only had minutes to live. Preparing myself for a violent orgasm, I force my muscles to respond and crane my neck, once again taking the cock in front of me between my lips.
Now, with my three holes completely filled, all I have to do is stand still as they ravage my mouth, pussy, and ass. And they do it perfectly, their cocks working like pistons, sliding in and out of me so fast that I can’t even think straight. And, to be honest, right now I don’t want to think straight. Hell, I don’t even want to think at all; I just want to feel.
Even though my mouth is filled, I still manage to moan, the sound of it dawning on my throat and vibrating through my body.
It doesn’t take long for that familiar feeling to start growing inside me; my insides tense up, and it seems like electricity is running through my muscles. This time I really have to moan, and so I take the cock out of my mouth and moan, except when I open my mouth, what I do is scream.
I scream loud and violently and, in a fraction of a second, an orgasm shoots up from my pussy, rages up my spine and explodes inside my skull. Even though my eyes are open, I’m momentarily blind; right now I can’t see or hear anything around me. My brain has devoted all its power to process the two cocks ravaging my pussy and ass and, even so, it isn’t an easy task.
Every single muscle in my body twitches and spasms in a fast sequence, a seizure of ecstasy taking over me. Pleasure rages inside my body like the perfect storm, thunder and lightning punishing my nerve endings with raw intensity.
“Oh God…” I breath out, the waves of pleasure receding from me. I don’t know how long I’ve been in that feverish state of ecstasy, but my muscles feel sore; it feels like the orgasm lasted for hours, and that I spent the better part of today coming my brains out.
I’m trying to catch my breath, my head pressed against Sloane’s chest, when the man in the black mask takes his cock out of my ass. Raising my hips, I let Sloane’s cock pop out of my pussy as well, and then I just roll to the side, sprawling my limbs on the floor. My eyes are closed, and my lungs are working furiously to get the air in. Seriously, how in the world am I still conscious?
When I open up my eyes, Sloane and the masked men are standing over me, their hard cocks pointing upward like drawn swords. I guess there’s still something I need to do. I take a deep breath and, forcing my muscles to start working again, I kneel on the floor under them.
I reach for the masked men’s cock with my hands and, just like I did before, I open my mouth and dive into Sloane’s cock. My hands and mouth work at the same pace, stroking and sucking, and I do it so fast that my movements must be nothing but a blur.
I feel Sloane’s long fingers running through my hair, but this time there’ll be no stopping me. Oh, no, this time we’re going all the way.
The masked men’s cocks start twitching against the palm of my hands then, and I know that they’re close to the end zone. Their twitches turn into spasms and, a heartbeat later, a river of cum gushes from their cocks onto my naked body. I bathe in their juices as I keep on bobbing my head, driving Sloane to the edge.
When he curls his fingers on top of my head, I know this is it—the point of no return. This time he doesn’t want to stop as well; he groans and, at exactly the same time, his cock spasms inside of me and gushes his warm semen inside my mouth.
He fills me up in the blink of an eye, his cum dripping down my chin and heading straight to my chest, where it blends with the cum from the other men. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, showing him the state he left my mouth in.
He grins at the sight, but he’s still cumming; heavy strands of his juices crisscross all over my face, painting me in white. I throw my head back and grab my breasts, squeezing them as the three cocks in front of me spray what feels like gallons of cum over my skin.
When they’re finally done, all I want to do is fall back and collapse on the floor, instead, I find myself going up to my feet. I place two fingers under Sloane’s chin and, pulling him into me, give him a long kiss.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, stealing all the cum from me, and then he does something that sends a shiver up my spine: he swallows. Smiling at him, I do the same, my skin prickling as his salty seed makes its way down my throat.
“Oh, fuck, this was…” I start, but I don’t even know any word that could describe how amazing this was. There are some things you really can’t explain; you have to try them out for yourself.
“Yeah,” Sloane nods, giving me his kind smile and caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.
I look over Sloane’s shoulder at the two masked men, but they’re already walking to the far end of the stage, heading straight to the service door. They’re job as an extension of Sloane’s mind and body is done.
The man in the white mask disappears behind the service door, but the other one doesn’t. Instead of walking down the stairs and leaving, he turns on his heels and walks straight to where Sloane and I are standing.
He just stands there, his smart eyes peering at us from behind the mask. I stare back at him, realizing that these eyes are very, very familiar… And that gigantic cock…
Sloane and I turn to the man in the mask, but he doesn’t say a word. He just looks at us, grabs his mask and pulls it off slowly.
My heart almost explodes.
It’s Drake.
Sloane
Motherfucker.
I was ready to fucking crush him the moment the mask came off. Lucky for him, Austin stepped onto the stage before I could do anything about it.
“I guess you guys have a lot to talk about,” Austin says, clapping his hands. The lights on the stage go off and darkness swallows us.
I still can’t believe Drake fucking pulled this off. After his little stunt with the banks, playing around with both my company and Natalie’s, he still has the fucking balls to come here behind a mask and fuck Natalie? Un-fucking-believable. He better have a fucking explanation, or else I think I’ll have to put my fists to use.
“What the fuck?” I growl, coming up to him with my hands already balled into fists.
“Not here,” Austin tells us, stepping between Drake and I, his voice soft but leaving no room for doubt: he won’t tolerate a fight on Python’s stage. Out of respect for him, I take one step back, but I never take my eyes off of Drake.
“Follow me,” Austin continues, handing Natalie a towel. We get inside our clothes as fast as we can, and then follow after Austin as he walks off of the stage through the service door at the back. We take Natalie to a private bathroom and we allow her to shower; then we follow after him as he leads us through a maze of hallways and, finally, upstairs onto a balcony overlooking the stage.
“Step inside,” he tells us, opening two massive oak doors that lead the way onto a sumptuous office. His office. “Now, we’re going to wait here for Natalie, and then the three of you are going to solve this.”
“Thank you, Austin,” Drake says, offering Austin his hand; he shakes it, and offers my stepdad a little smile. I should've this seen coming; Austin helped Drake get onto the stage.
“Austin’s a friend of mine, Sloane, you know that,” Drake tells me as he sees all the rage washing over my face. “He knows about our, uh, situation ... And he let me know that you and Natalie were coming to Python the moment you called him about the stage.”
“How could you…?” I ask him, rage coursing through my veins. I fucking doubt I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m spoiling for a fight right now.
“Calm down, Sloane. I came here because I want to explain exactly what happened.”
“I’m dying to hear your version then,” I hear Natalie say, and I turn my head toward the door. She’s leaning against the doorway, wearing a clean tight fitting dress, her blonde hair still
wet from the shower.
“Try not to kill yourselves, will ya?” Austin tells us, and then marches out of the office, closing the double doors behind him. Natalie walks toward the middle of the office and, standing by my side, she stares Drake down.
“Let’s sit,” he says, a serious expression on his face, and then sinks into one of the leather couches in the center of the office.
“I don’t wanna fucking sit. I wanna hear an apology,” I growl, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hands.
“Then I apologize,” he says with a weak smile, looking from me to Natalie. Fuck, it pains me to fucking admit it, but he sounds sincere. Still, fuck it; an apology doesn’t solve a fucking thing.
“You betrayed us,” Natalie whispers, her tone of voice weak. This entire situation hurts her, and that makes me even more fucking angry. “You betrayed me.”
“No, I didn’t. I protected you,” he says, talking slowly but with a kind of resolute certainty. Seriously, if he starts spitting out that bullshit Linda said, about how Dirty Lil’ Angels isn’t a reputable company for Natalie, I’m going to fucking knock his lights out.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Linda knows, Sloane. She knows about us,” he tells me, and I feel a block of ice landing in my stomach. Fuck. “She threatened me that she’d go public, and you know what that would do to us… If this made headlines out of the blue, all of our companies would take a massive hit. Stock would go down, our boards would come after blood, and there’d be no way for Natalie to secure her financing.” His words hang in the air like a bad omen, and I finally relent and sit on the couch in front of him, letting it all sink in.
“Jesus fuck,” I whisper.
“Yeah…” he continues, “I had to act fast. But I’m sorry, I really am,” he says, apologizing to both Natalie and I.
