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.
The other man, the one in the white mask, comes up to my side and bends over slightly. He grabs my right breasts and reaches for it with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my rosy nipple. He starts to suck and lick, pressing down on my hard tip with his tongue, and that’s when I bend forward, wanting Austin to get a good view of my ass. I know what’s going to happen now and, even though it makes me feel anxious, I can’t stop myself from wanting it.
“Can you take it?” Austin asks me, coming up to me and whispering against my ear.
“Yes,” I simply say, shuddering as I feel his hands going down the side of my body. He runs one finger over the length of my crack, stopping when he meets my asshole, and then he starts to apply a gentle pressure there. “Oh, God,” I moan as he slides his finger inside my ass, probing it and turning it around. I grit my teeth as I imagine his thick twelve inches making their way inside my ass, and I place my arms over the shoulders of the man I’m straddling. “Do it, Austin… Do it, please…” I moan—this time, begging comes easy. What’s the use in trying to play tough when I’m on a stage, surrounded by three men while dozens (hundreds?) of women are looking at me, their brains frying with envy?
Without saying a word, Austin bends his knees slightly and, grabbing his cock, he points it down and places his cock right against my asshole. I grit my teeth so hard they might shatter, and that’s when he starts to push his cock inside of my ass, the fluids from my pussy coating his shaft and acting as a lubricant.
“Fuck,” I hiss as his shaft starts to push back against my inner walls, a sting of pain making its way up my spine and flying straight to my disoriented brain, but by the time it gets there, it has already turned into bright pleasure. “All… The… Way…” I moan, and Austin keeps on sliding his cock until all of his inches are inside of my ass, stretching it wide. I take a deep hard breath, my body burning as the two cocks inside of me start to move back and forth.
I keep still as Austin and the man in the black mask fuck me, their cocks pounding into my pussy and ass at a hurried pace. With my insides stretched to their limits, it doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into a sequence of hysterical screams. I’m on the verge of climaxing again and, as the man in the white mask starts to pinch on one nipple while he sucks the other, I make the leap.
Hissing through my gritted teeth, I try to keep conscious as pleasure floods me, submerging my brain and taking control over my muscles. Both my pussy and ass grip their cocks like a vice, and still they keep thrusting, driving me toward the deep-end of an ocean of insanity.
Slowly, they start to slide their cocks out of me, and they pop out with a maddening wet sound. I take one deep breath and go up to my feet; the man in the white mask takes the chair to the side and, moving with calculated movements, lays down on the stage. I look at his hard cock with a hungry look and that’s when Austin places his hand on my lower back. “Go right ahead,” he tells me, and I walk toward the man, sitting on top of him. I grab his cock and guide it home, his cock pushing its way past my lips and sliding easily inside of my pussy; after taking Austin’s cock, any other one is a breeze. Still, I gasp all the same as I feel his shaft pulsing inside of me, the tip of his cock pressed against that sweet spot.
With my knees by the side of his thighs, I lean into the masked man, my hands on his chest, and angle myself so that Austin can position himself behind me. He owns my pussy, but he wants to make sure I know who owns my ass as well.