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Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(94)

By:Alexis Angel


"Then what are you waiting for?" I ask him, repeating the same words he  said to me moments ago. With a devious grin, he starts lowering me over  his cock, and I tremble as I feel his cock pressing against my pussy's  inner lips. I grit my teeth and ready my body for what's to come,  remembering how it felt to have his massive cock inside of me. "Do it,  Austin," I tell him, looking into his eyes, and this time he doesn't  make me beg. This time he just does it, pushing me down and thrusting at  the same time.

"OH GOD!" I shout at the top of my lungs, electric sparks crisscrossing  under my skin and making my whole body burn. His shaft pushes its way to  the back of my pussy, straining against my inner walls on the way in  until it finally hits that sweet spot inside of me. "Hard … " I whisper  into his hair, laying my head on his shoulder. "I want you to go as hard  as you can."

"I wouldn't do it any other way, babe," he responds, and then starts to  thrust at a furious pace. There's no crescendo or growing rhythm;  there's just the unbridled rage of his movements, his cock moving in and  out of my pussy at such a furious pace that I feel my insides burning  as if I'm trapped inside a furnace.

My arms are over Austin's shoulders, but I have to cross them behind his  neck as his thrusts grow even more violent. Every time he thrusts I  can't help but scream, and my throat is already growing sore from the  effort.

"I'm going to …  I'm going to … " I start to say, but I don't get to finish  my sentence; a violent orgasm explodes in me, taking over both my body  and mind at the same time. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and  it truly feels as if I'm on fire. I hear the distant cries and shouts of  the women all around us, but the sound of it comes at me muffled and  distant, as if they are standing at the other side of the universe.  "Fuck, fuck … " I breathe out, my twitching muscles still moving as an  avalanche of endorphins makes its way through my veins.

"Satisfied?" he asks me, teasing me. I force my eyes open and, pressing  my forehead against his, I simply give him my most wicked smile.  "Thought so," he smiles back at me, and puts me down slowly. I take a  few seconds to catch my breath, but Austin doesn't allow me much more  than that.

Someone throws him a rope from backstage, and he snaps it in his hand,  looking at me with that mischievousness look of his. Turning his back to  me, he walks toward the edge of the stage and dangles one end of the  rope over the women closest to him. They shout out his name and try to  reach for him, but he simply turns his back to them and walks back to  me. He presses his body against mine and, pushing my arms behind my  back, he uses the rope to tie my wrists against each other.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, but he doesn't reply right away. He  simply looks at me with that uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.

"I'm going to give you the time of your life, that's what I'm doing," he  whispers, and then pushes me back and then down. I sit on the chair  again and he ties the loose ends of the rope on the chair. I pull with  my arms, but the knots are strong; unless he wants me to, I'm not  walking away from this anytime soon. Which, really, just makes it all so  much better; right now, I'm all for having control taken away from me.

He reaches for my breasts and squeezes them lightly, a shiver running up  my spine as I feel the touch of his finger. Then, he lets go of me and  lifts his arms up in the air; he claps his hands twice and, as he does  it, two more spotlights race to the stage, one going to the left, the  other to the right.

I look to the side-first to the left, then to the right-and I stop  breathing when my eyes find what's under the lights. Under each light  there's a completely naked men. They're tall and broad shouldered, the  ropes of muscles in their arms matching the six-pack they sport on their  naked torso. In their face there's a partial mask, one black and the  other one white, and they only cover their eyes but make it impossible  for almost anyone to recognize them. I look up at Austin, my eyes  widening as I try to figure out what the hell's happening. But in his  face there's only a soft smile. "This is all for you, babe," he whispers  as the men start walking toward the center of the stage. "This is what  Python is all about. Making your wildest dreams come true."

Holy fuck, is he for real? Is what I'm thinking going to really happen?  No, no way. This can't be true. I must be asleep, and this is all a  dream. But when the two men stand shoulder to shoulder with Austin,  three hard cocks right in front of my face, I realize that this is  really happening. Oh, fuck, I'm awake and this is real.

"Austin, this is … " I start, looking him in the eye as I struggle to find  the right words. This is what? The most amazing thing anyone ever did  for me? No, this is better, way better.

"You don't need to say anything," he tells me, stroking my cheek gently.  "Just enjoy." With that, he takes a step back and allows the men to  close in on me, their cocks inches away from my face. Even though they  are not as big as Austin's, they are some of the biggest I've ever seen.  Seriously, why does every man in here seem to be the epitome of  perfection?

Reacting on pure instinct alone, I part my lips and let the man in the  black mask brush the tip of his cock against my mouth. He rubs it from  side to side, and then lets the one in the white mask do it. They keep  on doing it together, teasing me, until I can't take it any longer and  simply open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down one of the  cocks. I go all the way down until it's touching the back of my throat,  and then I move my head back as quickly as I can, doing the same thing  to the other man's cock. I keep on jumping from cock to cock, still  barely believing that this is happening.

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.