Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

by Alexis Angel

When I open my eyes and notice Austin’s gaze, I finally realize that these two men aren’t really here per say. They’re here physically, yes… But in a sense they’re just an extension of Austin’s body. They’re just part of his own Python mythos, an almost transcendent way of making me feel pleasure in a way that I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. And, if that’s true, I know what’s going to happen next: Austin and the men in the masks are going to fuck me, and they are going to do it until I can’t take it any more.

  As that thought races through my mind, I can’t help but strain against the rope tied around my wrists. I pull so hard that the chair starts to rock, and that’s when Austin takes one step forward. The two men step to the outside, opening the way for Austin, and I feel my heart pounding so hard inside of my ribcage that I’m almost afraid it’s going to explode.

  “Untie her,” Austin says, and both men walk around the chair and undo the knots easily, freeing my hands. Free once more, I go up to my feet, my heart still galloping. “Are you ready, Destiny?” he asks me, and I don’t need to ask about what he means. I know it. So I just nod, anxiety kicking in as I do it. God, I can’t believe that I’m this nervous right now. I used to be a porn star, for God’s sake! But this is different and I know it. I’m not putting on a show for the camera and, even though I’m standing in the middle of a strip club, this has nothing to do with business; no, what’s about to happen is something else entirely. It’s Austin’s way of showing me a world of true ecstasy, one where my pleasure is more important than anything else. He wants me to feel like I’m the center of the universe, and hell, he’s succeeding. I mean, how would you feel if a perfect man like Austin suddenly invited two more handsome men to give you the time of your life? Yeah, I thought so.

  With that irresistible smile on his lips, Austin nods at the man in the black mask and he sits down on the chair where I was sitting before. By now, both masked men are wearing condoms; I was so entranced by Austin I didn’t even notice them putting them on. Of course, Austin isn’t wearing one; your pussy is mine, he told me before, and he meant every single word. The men in masks are just an instrument of his, something for him to use in order to inflict mind-bending pleasure on me. Even though all three cocks are going to fuck me, Austin is going to be the only man I’m going to be with. Because the other ones aren’t really here, only Austin is. Does that make any sense? I know, I know… I guess you’d have to be in my shoes to understand what I’m feeling right now.

  I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing it. I walk up to the man in the chair and, spreading my legs, I climb on top of him. Grabbing his cock, I angle it upward until his cock is touching my inner lips and then I ease myself down. My eyelids droop as I feel his shaft pushing past my folds and lodging inside of me; it almost seems small after Austin being inside of me, and I sigh loudly when all of it is engulfed by my pussy.

  The other man, the one in the white mask, comes up to my side and bends over slightly. He grabs my right breasts and reaches for it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my rosy nipple. He starts to suck and lick, pressing down on my hard tip with his tongue, and that’s when I bend forward, wanting Austin to get a good view of my ass. I know what’s going to happen now and, even though it makes me feel anxious, I can’t stop myself from wanting it.

  “Can you take it?” Austin asks me, coming up to me and whispering against my ear.

  “Yes,” I simply say, shuddering as I feel his hands going down the side of my body. He runs one finger over the length of my crack, stopping when he meets my asshole, and then he starts to apply a gentle pressure there. “Oh, God,” I moan as he slides his finger inside my ass, probing it and turning it around. I grit my teeth as I imagine his thick twelve inches making their way inside my ass, and I place my arms over the shoulders of the man I’m straddling. “Do it, Austin… Do it, please…” I moan—this time, begging comes easy. What’s the use in trying to play tough when I’m on a stage, surrounded by three men while dozens (hundreds?) of women are looking at me, their brains frying with envy?

  Without saying a word, Austin bends his knees slightly and, grabbing his cock, he points it down and places his cock right against my asshole. I grit my teeth so hard they might shatter, and that’s when he starts to push his cock inside of my ass, the fluids from my pussy coating his shaft and acting as a lubricant.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as his shaft starts to push back against my inner walls, a sting of pain making its way up my spine and flying straight to my disoriented brain, but by the time it gets there, it has already turned into bright pleasure. “All… The… Way…” I moan, and Austin keeps on sliding his cock until all of his inches are inside of my ass, stretching it wide. I take a deep hard breath, my body burning as the two cocks inside of me start to move back and forth.

  I keep still as Austin and the man in the black mask fuck me, their cocks pounding into my pussy and ass at a hurried pace. With my insides stretched to their limits, it doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into a sequence of hysterical screams. I’m on the verge of climaxing again and, as the man in the white mask starts to pinch on one nipple while he sucks the other, I make the leap.

  Hissing through my gritted teeth, I try to keep conscious as pleasure floods me, submerging my brain and taking control over my muscles. Both my pussy and ass grip their cocks like a vice, and still they keep thrusting, driving me toward the deep-end of an ocean of insanity.

  Slowly, they start to slide their cocks out of me, and they pop out with a maddening wet sound. I take one deep breath and go up to my feet; the man in the white mask takes the chair to the side and, moving with calculated movements, lays down on the stage. I look at his hard cock with a hungry look and that’s when Austin places his hand on my lower back. “Go right ahead,” he tells me, and I walk toward the man, sitting on top of him. I grab his cock and guide it home, his cock pushing its way past my lips and sliding easily inside of my pussy; after taking Austin’s cock, any other one is a breeze. Still, I gasp all the same as I feel his shaft pulsing inside of me, the tip of his cock pressed against that sweet spot.

  With my knees by the side of his thighs, I lean into the masked man, my hands on his chest, and angle myself so that Austin can position himself behind me. He owns my pussy, but he wants to make sure I know who owns my ass as well.

  Going down to his knees behind me, he brushes one finger over the length of my crack and then slides his index finger in my hole, pushing all the way in and then taking it out in one flowing movement. Then he replaces his finger with his cock and he starts to push, his thick shaft once more burying itself deep inside of my ass.

  “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 t
he 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.

  13

  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 priva
te 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.