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I part my lips and fit them against Austin’s cock, sucking in and allowing his delicious flavor to crawl all the way up to my brain. I close my eyes and, opening my mouth wide, I start rolling my lips down his shaft. Right now, I have no idea if the audience is shouting, whistling or rioting; I’m in a world of my own.

“That’s right, babe,” Austin tells me, placing his hands on my head and pushing me down, “all the way.” I go as deep as I can, only stopping when the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of my throat, and then he slides it back. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. My eyes remain closed as I savor how it feels to have him filling me up like this, his thickness pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks.

Then, moving fast, he pulls his cock out. “You’re not here to please me,” he tells me with a grin, tall flames of lust dancing behind his eyes. “You’re here to be pleased,” he continues, lowering his voice as he reaches for me, grabbing my bunched up dress and tugging on it so hard that I almost jump out of the chair. I grab the seat as he pulls on my dress, and he rips it off of my body and leaves me only in my heels and underwear.

“Your bra, take if off,” he tells me, standing tall in front of me. His voice is firm, leaving no room for doubts, and I do exactly as he tells me to. I reach for the clasp between my shoulder blades and pull it free; I then push the straps down my arms, allowing the cups to droop over my tits and then fall lazily to the floor. My nipples become even harder, free as they are now, and Austin goes down on one knee right in front of me.

Looking me straight in the eye, he places his hands on my knees and slides them up my legs until they’re resting on my outer thighs. He hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my thighs, and then he starts to pull. I lift my ass slightly up from the chair, allowing him to undress me, and he pulls the thong down my legs, making me lift one leg and then the other as he finally takes it off of me. He takes my drenched thong to his face and, still looking at me, he puts them right against his mouth. “Delicious,” he tells me, and then lets the thong fall from his fingers. “Now I need to taste the real thing,” he whispers, and places his hands on the back of my knees. He pulls on me, forcing me to slide to the edge of my seat, and then pushes my legs apart.

“Is this really happening?” I ask him, running my tongue between my lips.

“It is,” he smiles at me, “and you’ve seen nothing. We’re just starting.” I shiver at his words, not knowing where this road will lead to… All I know is that I've got to find out.

With one last look into my eyes, Austin leans into me and brushes his lips on the patch of skin right under my navel. He moves further down and I can’t help but close my eyes and throw my head back, my pussy burning to feel the touch of his lips.

I moan as I feel the wet tip of his tongue circling around my clit, and when he finally presses down on it I let out a loud cry of pleasure. Even though my eyes are closed and I’ve tuned out the real world, I can still feel the atmosphere in the entire room changing. It feels like I’m inside of a space-bound rocket ship, the pressure around both Austin and I increasing with each passing second. There are hundreds of eyes on us, and I can sense the sharp bite of their excitement and envy. The women here… They’d kill to trade places with me. They’d do anything for just one second with Austin. And to think that I didn’t come to Python because I needed to, but because I was given a job… And here I am now, fully naked on stage, Austin’s lips wrapping themselves tight around my clit. Can you spell lucky?

I place my hands on top of his head and tangle my fingers in his hair; yanking hard, I force him to slide his down to my pussy and he does it willingly. He opens his mouth wide and starts to jab at me with his tongue, running it up and down the length of my pussy. I’m moaning so loud that my voice is drowning out the music coming out of the speakers; curiosity getting the best of me, I manage to pry my eyes open and squint at the darkness outside of the stage.

There are dozens of women at the edge of the stage, and dozens more still in their seats. They’re talking to each other, some of them with drinks in their hands, but they seem to ignore the half-naked men walking among them. No, their eyes are focused on the stage, and it seems like they can’t look away. They’re in a trance, and I feel them using their imagination to trade places with me. For them, they are the ones on stage, Austin’s mouth on their wet pussy. And, really, can you blame them? Austin is perfect, and I really do mean it. Have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as him? As sexy and seductive? I don’t think so.