Harem: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis Angel

  Python

  Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

  I got a 12 inch python and I’m gonna hide it in your bush…

  There’s not a woman alive able to tame me. You won’t be the first to try. You won’t be the last to fail.

  You won’t get past my 8-pack abs, rugged face, and ripped body.

  Let’s not forget the name of this book.

  Once you see my python twitch, your mouth will go dry.

  It’ll get thicker and you’ll want to touch it.

  It’ll change it’s color and you’ll want to taste it.

  And once you do…

  My venom will shoot inside of you.

  And drive you mad.

  That’s the power of the Python, baby.

  **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it’s going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**

  Austin

  "UNNNNGGH," comes the lewd moan of Melissa as she closes her eyes and pants. She's feeling my finger rub roughly against the nub of her clit, pressing down on it and squirming, making her mind blow up.

  Yeah, I fucking know what I'm doing to her. I'm getting her wetter than she was just a second ago.

  The pleasure that I'm sending through her makes her arch her head. Her skirt and thong are lying on the floor of the private booth that we're in.

  But the other two girls to the right and left of her take a moment to bring their faces lower.

  That's Josie on the right. And Lisa on the left.

  Josie sticks her tongue out and licks up my shaft. Lisa sticks her tongue out too, but she runs it lightly over the underside of my head and then on my slit.

  "Fucking Christ, Josie," I say, throwing my head back. "That feels fucking good."

  "Good, because that was me," Lisa says. I look down at her. She's giving me her sexiest stare. She's still wearing her bra, but fuck that. I'm not sure I want to fuck her just yet, especially while her lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock and she begins to bob her head back and forth.

  My hands have retracted from Melissa's clit and she's now mewling and sucking on my balls along with Josie.

  I watch as the two of them find their mouths coming closer together near my nuts.

  Before I know it, their tongues are playing with each other; their hands are caressing each other, and they're sharing a kiss.

  God, that's so fucking hot. I mean, the whole girl-on-girl thing is hot too, sure.

  But just the raw sexual nature of what's going on in here.

  Outside, these women are prim and proper. Josie is a fucking lawyer for Kane Price. She does contracts and litigation all fucking day. Melissa is a nurse practitioner at NYU Langone Hospital. And Lisa is a Professor.

  But they made the trip out here to Queens, to come to Python—my club. And they followed directions. They left their inhibitions at the fucking door.

  They drank the tequila shots from the crotches of my ripped waiters. They danced. And they fucking had a good time.

  So it's no surprise that when I walked into the club for the night, I saw the three of them and I knew I needed to at least go say hello.

  Oh, fuck.

  Where the hell are my own manners?

  So, I actually know who you are. I knew who you were when you downloaded the book based on the device data that you're using. Don't ask me to fucking explain that; it's too complicated.

  And you actually know who I am too, darlin. Well, unless you live under a fucking rock I guess.

  My name is Austin Price.

  Don't gasp. Yes, I'm really that Austin. And no, I'm not 8 feet tall like they fucking say. I didn't wrestle five mountain lions and climb the Empire State Building.

  Sure I'm a badass, but that shit that people say about me is just crazy.

  I think it's because they think I'm some kind of god amongst men. Maybe they're fucking thinking that with my 6' 4" frame, my bronzed skin, my 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped physique I'm some kind of fucking sex god.

  Okay, I can understand that. Yeah, I guess you could say I qualify as a sex god. But babe, my fucking soulful blue eyes—they're so deep that you'll get lost in them—and my strong jawline and warm smile will have you falling in fucking love fast, even as I fuck you.

  That's what's happening to Melissa, Josie, and Lisa. They started out with a dare for Melissa. It was her birthday. Lisa came up with the dare that Melissa should try and unzip me with her mouth. Well, it was a little too successful. Before I knew it, that warm, sweet mouth was engulfing my cock and I was sighing.

  Oh yeah, Melissa was sucking my cock good. But she couldn't deep throat me all the way. It's alright. Not too many women can.

  I mean, come on, you know what I'm packing. It's been in the papers. It's been online. I've got a fucking 12-inch trouser snake swinging between my legs. A foot of lust muscle to take you to fucking paradise.

  That's how Lisa and Josie, after trading looks that basically said fuck it, decided to get in on the action.

  I mean, how could you sit there and watch me get a blowjob and not get fucking hot? My 12 inches of veiny, throbbing, cock standing upright like the fucking Washington Monument. With the spit that the girls were putting on it, it glistened under the lights of the club.

  Yeah, how the fuck could you not get turned on by that?

  But then again, they were hot the moment they came into this club. That was the real thing. There was no way you could come into Python and not get turned on.

  Because you see, Python is a different sort of nightclub.

  It's a different sort of world.

  You probably think based on what you know about me that I'm some shady guy with a ripped body and a big cock, I bet. That's from everything you've heard about me.

  But there's more.

  Sure, I used to do porn. I did a lot of porn back in the day. All male-female contemporary stuff. I posed on romance covers for my boy Eddie Cleveland and Mona Cox. But I really got famous with Hawkelane Media and their direct video chat sex lines. That's what really started bringing in the money once Arsen Hawke got married and started to modernize the company with his wife.

  But did you know that before porn I went to fucking college?

  That's right.

  I graduated from Iowa State with a Bachelors in something I don't fucking remember. I wasn't really feeling working for someone my whole life. That's when my buddy got shot and almost died in Afghanistan. And so I spent four years over in the Middle East, killing terrorists and helping innocent people get out from under the yoke of fucking ISIS.

  Came back and crashed with my buddy in New York for a couple of days. During that time we went to a party where Arsen met me.

  Sized me up real good. We started doing shots of Jamo. Started fucking talking. He was s sharp dude. Straight talker. No fucking bullshit.

  Just like me.

  Arsen told me if I worked hard, did my hustle right, that there was money in video sex chat.

  I gave it a go. Worked my fucking ass off. Went from on demand sex chat to online streaming.

  And boy was I fucking successful.

  You probably remember my face on the cover of Time Magazine when I became the highest paid male actor, and then the next year when I became just hands down the highest paid person in porn, period.

  Sure, I worked with Kane. But honestly, I got out of the business before the whole virtual reality stuff. I was already worth about $760 million dollars.

  That's right.

  I'm not some New York City billionaire who lives in One57.

  No, I fucking live downtown, right next to the subway. Specifically, the E train, which takes me to my club in Long Island City, Queens.

  See, I used about $50 million to start this place last year, and I named it Python.

  I'm going to give you one guess why.
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  "Oh, fucking cum for us Austin," Melissa moans as she jerks my shaft and plays with my balls.

  Yeah, that's why. I named it for cocks.

  Not just mine, though.

  "Come on, big boy," Josie says, smiling lewdly at me and running her tongue along my head. She's naked and her tits are glistening from where Melissa was sucking them.

  I'm looking at three beautiful faces looking up at my cock as they lick it. As they stroke it and jerk it. Touch it and fucking taste it.

  "Come over all of our faces, Austin," Lisa says, opening her mouth.

  Fucking Christ.

  I can't fucking take anymore.

  One last jerk from Melissa and I groan, closing my eyes as my nuts tighten.

  I start to spew.

  It's a good thing Melissa is aiming my giant rod because I would've just cum up in the air and it would've landed on me.

  But she points my cock at her mouth and opens wide as arcs of my cum race out and onto her waiting tongue.

  "Mmmm," Melissa says with a smile.

  Lisa's next, and two ropes of thick, gooey, juicy cum hit her on the forehead and the right cheek.

  Josie doesn't waste any time. She just wraps her lips around my tip and starts to suck as I start to shoot.

  My eyes travel back into my head as my cum shoots out and goes down her throat. She milks it, her mouth using air pressure to suck me fucking dry.

  The ladies are slurping and sucking, and when Josie lets me out of her mouth, they take turns licking my sensitive head, paralyzing me in overstimulated pleasure.

  See, Python is a place where this shit is possible.

  We're in a private fucking booth, but if you want, you can go get a private room, with as many people as you want. You can also go near the main stage, sit and enjoy the show. You can hang out at the bar, or you can sit separate from everything in the dining room.

  It's a place where women come to look at fucking men.

  And not just men walking around.

  I went out and I got the most ripped, most cut, and most statuesque men you could fucking find all over the country.

  Men with large muscles.

  And even larger cocks.

  I put them on the floor or on stage or behind the bar. Shirtless. With tight boxer briefs.

  They exist for your fucking pleasure.

  You ever been to Hooter’s?

  Well, welcome to fucking Python. Please do feed the fucking animals.

  But this is really the last part that's going to tell you to take your fucking panties off and come inside, beautiful.

  And that is, Python has a strict entrance policy.

  No men.

  Just women.

  Not even gay men.

  A place where women come and let their fantasies run wild. Do whatever they want. Whether it's just for an evening out like Melissa and her friends, or a bachelorette party, or even a corporate retreat. Fuck, I've seen it all.

  Just one year, and it's already packed. Already making a profit. Already fucking famous as New York City's Woman Pleaser.

  Fuck, I'll take that name. And I guarantee you that you will fucking like it too. In fact, by the time I say we're done at the end, you're going to be so fucking wet that I'm seriously telling you right now to take your fucking panties off.

  Send the kids off to school or tell them to go watch some TV. Fuck, put 'em to bed if you need to because you're not going to care about life in a few more pages. You're just going to want to fucking cum.

  Don't say I didn't warn you, babe.

  Welcome to Python.

  Out and About - New York City

  Bringing you the skinny on the hottest attractions in and around Gotham…

  Today Out and About New York City takes you to the club that's become the hottest sensation in the five boroughs.

  Sitting in a nondescript section of Long Island City in Queens, among warehouses and industrial areas that are just in the process of being gentrified, is New York City's hottest club.

  Welcome to Python.

  But, while some of the clubs across the East River might be exclusive, Python takes it to a whole new level.

  If you're a man, only one word. Fuhgeddaboudit.

  That's right.

  Python's owner, Austin Price doesn't allow in any men through the front door as guests. The club caters strictly to a female clientele. But where they don't take men as guests, they employ mostly men as entertainers.

  And it's no wonder why it's women only.

  Because if these women let their boyfriends and husbands see what goes on in this club, there's no way they'd ever be allowed to go back in again.

  First off, Out and About wasn't even allowed to send a male photographer.

  We had to send a woman.

  And after the first night, she had to go back again.

  In fact, she's been back to Python every night since.

  "There's something there for everyone," a club-goer commented. "If you want to sit back and watch the men lick each other's muscles, you're absolutely welcome to do that."

  But that's not all. Not by a long shot.

  "If you want to have them lick you, it's totally possible. Want to run your tongue across their abs? They let you do that too," another female partier admitted.

  But that's not the real shocker.

  "Got enough money? Get a private show. Or a private room, complete with it's own bed. You want to know what goes on there? Maybe you should pay the fucking dolla bills to find out, eh?" Austin Price, the owner suggested to us when we pressed him.

  And pressing is just the beginning.

  From the very entrance, the club is filled with stimulation that delights the senses, whether your senses favor looking, listening, smelling, touching, or even tasting.

  "It's like a bar where the men go gather and look at women wearing Daisy Dukes with big knockers," one 68-year-old woman describes it. "Only in this place, it's the women staring at the beefcakes with the big dicks."

  Critics have raved over the party atmosphere that Python has brought to Court Square, as bars and eateries have opened up around it to serve the diverse female clientele that frequent the place.

  "The neighborhood has been transformed entirely," City Councilman Rod Serling said when asked about the establishment. "It's economically revitalized the area for sure."

  All this is nothing new to Austin Price, the one time porn star turned entrepreneur.

  "All we're here to do at the end of the day," he says to us with a winning smile, "is to please women. Is there anything so wrong with that?"

  We don't think so. And we're pretty sure neither will you.

  Python Nightclub

  Located at 21-30 Varick Street

  Court Square, New York 11104

  Hours: 12:00 pm to 5:00 am

  Days: 7 Days A Week

  Cover: Yes

  Cost: $$$

  Stars: Five

  Destiny

  Some books are so fucking hot that you should wear gloves while handling them. No, I’m not talking about Alexis Angel. I mean, everyone reads her, but she can only do so much. But there’s also smut that’s published by guys—the ones that leave you boiling from the inside out—your pussy becoming a literal faucet. Sure, they’re a mess when it comes to the laundry bill, but what's a girl gonna do? I mean, can you say drippy, babe? Because that’s what I am right fucking now.

  Growing up, my teachers always told me that I should read more, and I actually took their advice to heart. I guess they’d prefer me to read the classics, but hey, in my heart Eddie Cleveland is a modern classic, okay?

  What? I mean, who else could make me this wet for a woodsman? A freakin’ woodsman. Sometimes I wish I could be saved by one as well.

  Sadly, there are no woodsmen around New York City, especially not Manhattan. Especially if we take into account that we’re inside a strip club. My strip club—in case you didn’t realize it with the flashing red letters outside, the ones th
at read Dirty Destiny.

  And yeah, I’m Destiny. Actually, my name is Destiny Renee, but everyone just calms me Destiny around here. And what’s with the ‘Dirty’ part? Well… I mean, this is a strip club, so the name seemed fitting, I guess. I swear babe, I’m not rolling my eyes. I’m actually really glad you’re here and I absolutely love it that you wanted to spend some time with me. I can be a bit abrasive and aloof at times, let me just let you know. So please don’t mind me. And honestly, I’ll try to be a bit more patient. Anyways, where were we? Oh right. Dirty, why the dirty, right? Well, the club name seemed to fit. And I like to think I’m a dirty, dirty girl.

  Hey, don’t judge; this is the 21st century, okay? Women can finally live outside of a kitchen and be their own selves.

  That’s right. I said it. I’m not your normal woman who excels in the three Cs. You know, cooking, cleaning, and cock sucking.

  I’m good at cock sucking. Very fucking good.

  But cooking and cleaning? I have a private chef and a maid to do that.

  I place the kindle down on my desk and stand up, stretching. I flip back so that I can’t see the cover—it’s getting me wet just by looking at it—and I turn on my heels so that I’m facing the curved wall-to-ceiling windows behind me. They’re a one-way mirror actually, and since my office is right above the main stage, I can take a good look at what’s happening in my club whenever I want without ever leaving my little cave here.

  Not that I don’t leave my office; I like to mingle with the customers (specially the hot ones), and sometimes I even show up on stage. I don’t do it often now, but sometimes the customers get so loud, chanting my name, that I have no other choice but go up there and shake my ass for them.

  I kinda like it. Right, if you’re going to judge and call me a slut, then you know what? I have two words for you.

  Fuck off.

  Yeah, I’m a slut. And a damn good one too.