Blessed

My body reacting as if it has a will of its own, I use the chains for support and lift my legs up from the floor, lacing them around his waist and pulling him to me. I feel his shaft brushing against my wetness, and a maddening warmness starts spreading under my skin, blanketing my brain with a legion of lustful thoughts.

"Fuck me. Use me," I tell him, looking into his eyes desperately. I need to feel his cock inside of my pussy, and I need to feel it now.

"Gladly," he whispers, grabbing his cock with one hand while he grabs me by the ass with the other. He guides his member right where I need it to be but, instead of thrusting, he simply starts brushing its tip up and down the length of my pussy.

"Please… I need it now," I pant, trying to move my body so that I force him into me. He doesn’t make me wait much longer; burying his fingers into one ass cheek, he thrusts with his hips and his cock slides inside of me in a fraction of a second.

I moan as I feel his warm thickness straining against my inner walls on the way, and my body grows weak as I surrender to pleasure. If I weren’t hanging from the chains, I’d just become limp and fall onto the floor.

As it is, Sloane places both his hands on my ass and starts pistoning into me, this time not even bothering with building up his pace. He goes hard right from the start, ravaging my pussy with all his strength. He’s putting all his weight behind his thrusts, and each time his cock goes all the way in it feels like I’m being pounded with a jackhammer.

"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 thei

r 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.