And, to help matters, Parker has upped his pace; his fingers are digging deep into my ass cheeks, and his cock is sliding in and out of my pussy so fast that I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. Which, really, doesn’t matter much: all that matters is that he’s inside of me, ravaging my pussy as only he knows how.
Parker is unlike any other man I’ve ever met. He’s not bound by society’s rules, and even ethics seem like a footnote to him… These two things would turn most men into wild beasts, but not Parker. The person he is has grown out of a strong sense of self, and he understands what’s right and what’s wrong at a primal intuitive level. He doesn’t need laws and rules to stop him from doing the wrong thing and, in a way that explains what’s happening right now.
I mean, he’s sharing me with two hot men. It’s like he doesn’t even know what jealousy means. And that’s because he has risen above that. He cares about making me happy, about pleasing me, and he doesn’t care if that involves sharing me. Because, in truth, he’s not even sharing me: the masked men are just an extension of himself, his instruments of pleasure. And that’s exactly the way I like it. I don’t want to be shared or used by random men, but I want to feel Parker’s dominance in every possible way, and I want him to drown me in pleasure until I simply can’t take it anymore. Which is exactly what’s happening right now.
“Don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop!” I cry out again, turning my head to the side so that the cock inside my mouth slides out. “Don’t stop, don’t --” The words lose themselves in my throat as a pillar of fire rises from my pussy and travels all the way up my body, finally exploding inside my skull and making my eyes roll in their orbits. “OH GOD!” I shout as loud as I can, my lungs straining so hard they feel as if they’re about to pop.
I tremble and twitch as if I’m having a seizure and then, exhaling sharply, I just collapse on top of the mattress, my body limp and spent. Parker goes to his knees, sliding his cock out of me slowly, and the two other men follow his lead, pulling back from my naked body.
“Had enough?” Parker asks me, and the tone of voice tells me that he already knows the answer to his question.
“Never,” I grin, swaying my hips from side to side teasingly, eager for more.
“Thought so,” he replies as the masked men climb down from the bed, standing on either side of it. Still between my parted legs, Parker reaches for the bedposts and frees my wrists from the belts. I let my arms fall by my side, my muscles cramped up from being stretched for so long, but Parker doesn’t allow me any rest.
Grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to roll over on the mattress so that I’m laying flat on my stomach. Curling his fingers around my right wrist, he laces it with the belt once more and ties it to the bedpost, and then does the same to my left wrist.
“What are you--?” I start, straining against the belts, but he just grunts and hooks his fingers on my thighs, making me jut my ass up and go on all fours.
“Wait and see,” he whispers, running his hands up the curve of my ass cheeks and then smacking me hard. I gasp, biting on my lip by accident, and he slaps my ass again with the back of his hand. The sound of flesh on flesh is a dry one but, by contrast, it causes a very wet reaction between my thighs.
“We’re gonna have some fun,” he whispers, his thumb going over my ass crack. He stops over my asshole, his finger lingering there, and then starts pushing it inside my body. I let out a moan as he does it, slowly realizing where he’s going with all this, and thrust back against him. He slides his finger all the way in, and then turns it around inside my ass, probing my insides.
“Boys,” he whispers, and I look to the side to see the man in the white mask rolling a large condom down his cock. My insides clench as I imagine these three cocks filling every single one of my holes, and I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for it.
Climbing back on the bed, the man in the white mask lies down and worms his way underneath my body. I ease down, straddling him while my arms are stretched and tense, hanging by the belts that bind me.
At the same time, the man in the black mask jumps up on the mattress, and he goes to his feet right over my pillow, his hard cock just a few inches away from my mouth.
“Ready for this?” Parker asks me, and I turn my neck around so that I’m looking at him over my shoulder.
“I was born ready,” I whisper, my words flexing into a moan as he slides his finger out of my ass. Resting his large but soft hands on my thighs, he pushes me down, and I moan again as I feel the cock from the man under me pushing my inner lips aside and sheathing itself up to the hilt. I arch my back as I feel the masked man’s shaft pulsing inside of me, and that’s when Parker starts brushing the tip of his cock up and down the length of my ass crack, finally stopping when it’s over my hole.
Moving as slowly as possible, he feeds one inch into me. I moan, and then he allows me one more inch.
And then one more.
I moan until all of his long inches are buried deep inside of me, and then I just hold my breath, every single muscle in my body as tense as a nocked arrow.
“Hard,” I push the word out from between my gritted teeth, forcing my eyelids to flutter open so that I can face the cock right in front of me. Craning my neck, I part my lips and wrap them around its tip. Wasting no time, I let my lips roll down the thick shaft inside my mouth and I only stop when it’s firmly pressed against the back of my throat.
I hold my position for a few seconds, all three cocks buried inside my body, and then Parker and the man in the white mask start sliding their cocks out. That, of course, only so that they can start thrusting, which they do slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for their rhythm to grow into a wild and unbridled dance.
Closing my eyes again, I let all these lustful sensations wash over me and, regaining a slice of focus, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring the cock in front of me with unrepentant hunger.
The sound of their cocks sliding in and out of my body is a wet one, primal and maddening in its nature, and it makes the fire inside my belly grow into a raging furnace of pleasure.
My whole body is burning up, and I don’t think it’ll take long for my skin to start turning into ashes. Which I wouldn’t mind—after all, there’s a price to pay for pleasure. Perhaps wanting me to pay that price quickly, the man in the white mask grabs me by the head and, holding it, he starts thrusting. In that exact moment, the three men start pistoning into me at the same time, their rhythm one and the same.
I arch my back even more, electricity snapping at my nerve endings with vibrant jaws, and I shut my eyelids so tightly that my eyeballs start to hurt. I feel a numbness taking over my toes and, slowly, it spreads all over my body, finally taking over my brain and turning it into a processing plant for lust.
“OH FUCK, FUCK!” I scream out loud, pushing my head back and forcing the cock inside my mouth to slide out. The moment the words leave my mouth, my body responds in kind and every single muscle in my body starts spasming hard, almost as if someone had tied a string to them and was now pulling on it with no rhythm or kindness.
I let my head fall down, pressing my forehead against the chest of the man in the white mask, and I don’t move until the last kisses of climax stop caressing my body. I lay there as if I‘m dead, beads of sweat dripping down my back, and the only thing I manage to do once pleasure washes over me is whimper.
“That was…” I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. I just take a deep breath and watch as the man in the black mask turns around and unties both my wrists; I place my hands on the mattress then, allowing the muscles in my arm a few seconds of rest, and then my brain allow
s a sinful whisper to take over my body.