Page 63 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

And you know what? I was pretty sure Angel had a thing for us in masks.

My dick strained against my tight pants, but I didn’t go for it, knowing that sweet pussy held all the help my cock would need to find its release. I stood with my arms folded over my chest, my hands tight in the wrist-length gloves I wore.

Deacon, on the other hand, had unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster of a cock as he watched Bishop pile-drive Angel against the makeup desk. His strong hand wrapped around the base of his length, jerking along it in sync with Bishop’s fucking, like he was imagining himself behind Angel’s beautiful round ass instead.He’d slipped off his gloves to get a better handle on it.

Maybe he was worried we wouldn’t have enough time. I, myself, wasn’t worried one bit. Not about my own release. After Bishop was done, Deacon would take his place. They’d fill Angel’s core up with so much cum, I’d want to explode the moment I filled her once it was my turn.

Seriously, I’d learned there was nothing hotter than Angel’s pussy when it was dripping wet with cum from someone else. My favorite was to fuck her right after, but asecond favorite was licking all that cum out of her while telling her what a good girl she was.

Our little minx wasn’t so naive and innocent anymore, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bishop lurched behind Angel, his whole body pushing against her backside as he let out a low, trembling sound that told me his cock was letting loose a spray of cum inside her, and his pace slowed to a halt as he regained himself. He breathed hard.

Deacon stopped jerking himself off, moving beside Bishop to take his place the second he pulled out of Angel’s pussy. His thick, long cock was raring to go, dripping a copious amount of precum.

Stumbling back, Bishop’s cock was still very much hard. He went to lean his back against the nearest wall, his wet, hard cock on full display, slick from being inside Angel.

But I didn’t let my stare linger on him, flicking my eyes to Deacon to watch as he positioned himself behind Angel. With her ass in the air, her front bent over the makeup desk, she was ripe for the fucking.

God, I couldn’t wait to be in his place, to see those swollen pussy lips glistening with cum and arousal. Sliding inside a pussy like that… there was nothing better.

Deacon wasn’t gentle about it. His cock needed no help in finding the hole it sought. All he did was grip her sides, tangle his fingers in her white dress, and ram his hips against hers, pushing his impressive length into her with one thrust.

Angel cried out, unable to keep the reaction in, and as Deacon began to move behind her, I told her, “Be as loud as you want, Angel. Let us hear how good we feel inside you.” I’d discovered we both had a thing for dirty talk when she was taking my cock, but especially when she was getting dick from the others, too.

Something about being called our good girl made her pussy spew like a waterfall.

Deacon’s pace was hard and fast, much as it always was. He turned into an animal when he was inside her, all hard thrusts and animalistic growls. He took a hand from her side and brought it to the back of her neck, curling his fingers around it, as if he had to hold her down.

He didn’t, but I’d noticed he had a thing for neck-grabbing. Me? I’d rather mark up that pretty neck with hickies, but to each his own.

“Fuck,” Deacon shuddered. It was the only word he could say, too engrossed with being buried deep inside Angel to say anything more.

I could see his reflection in the mirror. Angel’s body was bent over, so from my angle all I could see was her back. Her back and Deacon’s top half, and the look on his face as he fucked her hard. The entire makeup desk kept hitting the wall; it was a good thing the illuminated mirror was hanging on the wall instead of resting on top of the table.

My cock strained against my pants, begging to be let free. To my right, Bishop had finally tucked his spent cock away, though he still breathed unevenly. I fought against mydick; right now, I just wanted to watch. Watch and listen to Deacon fucking our beautiful, sexy angel. How badly I wished we could all tear off our clothes and keep at it all night—but we had a show to perform.

Hmm. Maybe we could do that later, an after-the-show kind of reward. A long night of fucking in the tour bus.

Deacon’s head bent back, his eyes closed. His body jerked harder into Angel, and the sounds of her being fucked to hell and back filled the air, creating a spark in it nothing else could. I watched as his movements changed, his thrusts more like rapid bursts than full pumps, and when he let out a growl of a groan, I knew he’d just come inside her.

That pussy was overflowing with cum, but she could have a little more.

I unzipped my pants as I moved closer. I set a hand on Deacon’s shoulder, saying, “I believe it’s my turn, my good fellow.”

And just like that, Deacon’s typical scowl returned. His green eyes, the only splash of color on his face since thanks to his black mask and white, upside-down crosses, narrowed at me, and he stumbled back, taking his cock with him.

After giving him a smile—his scowls didn’t affect me, something he should already know—I stood in his place behind Angel. Her panties had been pushed aside, revealing those slick pussy lips and the bit of white cum that had already started to ooze out of her glorious hole.

Not going to lie, it was one of the most beautiful sights ever. Being behind Angel, well, there was no place better to be… except maybe on top of her.

With my cock still nestled behind my pants, I helped flip Angel around, curling my arms around her as I turned her so that her ass was on the table. I took hold of her legs beneath her knees and jerked her to the edge of it, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and holding onto me.

The bit of her face that wasn’t covered by her mask wore white paint, a few black crosses to tie her persona into ours, she was the epitome of ethereal, even after being fucked by both Deacon and Bishop.

It was my turn, though.

I let go of her legs to whip out my hard cock, and I met her big, blue eyes before curling my hands around her lower back and plunging inside. And, I shit you not, entering that sweet pussy was like dipping my dick into a wet, warm glove that was waiting for me. Primed and ready. Aroused and pliant.

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