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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.

"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.