Karina
I don’t know what I’m doing. The money my mom gave me for the Celine Dion concert, all three hundred, was now in the hands of that management dude, the one in the dark suit. I’d been watching the male strippers on stage raptly, the ones who were identical twins with bodies to die for.
I’d almost died myself when I saw what they were doing. The men were grinding their dicks on each other, the bulges massive and compelling, smiling all the while, white teeth flashing, and I could swear the smiles were meant for me.
“You’re so full of it,” I screamed at myself. “It’s all smoke and mirrors, you’re just desperate that Danny was fucking his TA while you were doing nothing, getting nowhere,” I cried internally. But I couldn’t help it. The haze of the alcohol and resultant buzz were clouding my judgment. I wanted to fuck those twins, forget everything else, feel my body sandwiched between those hard male abs, feel those dicks invade me, in and out, in and out.
So when the pit boss came up and whispered in my ear, I’d silently nodded. Evidently I could get some “alone time” with these dudes for three hundred dollars. Imagine that. Exactly what I’d had for Celine Dion was now going to these male strippers.
But it was going to be worth it. I looked around in the back room. It was a small space, sure, with a velvet couch, a mirror on the wall, and a tiny bar. Perfect! I opened the mini-fridge and managed another sip of Jack Daniels when the door creaked open.
Oh god, they were here. Both men, smiling identical smiles, still dressed in those tiny, glittery outfits. Normally, speedos are lame but when they’re adorning the godliest physiques you’ve ever seen … shit that tiny piece of fabric was suddenly covering too much.
I wasn’t sure exactly how to start but they stepped in smoothly.
“Hey,” said one. “I’m John, this is Jonah. We’re brothers,” he smiled wickedly, noting the obvious.
Oh yeah. I could see that. Identical twins actually, with dark, almost black hair, bluish lights coming out under the dim lamps, and dark eyes too. Hmm, maybe blue eyes but I was having a hard time focusing, the room growing hot, my body hard yet soft at once.
And it was because John had already lit the first match. Casually, without letting go of my gaze, he pulled the material of his banana hammock to the side, letting his dick spring free, the material casually hooked around his balls, which, I must add, were like two huge sacks, pendulous and yummy.
“Sorry honey,” he said smoothly, never taking his eyes from mine. “It was just getting so hot and uncomfortable, you know what I mean?”
I nodded silently and watched with my mouth open as he took his massive pole in one hand and gave it a few good, firm strokes, his head tipped back, eyes closed with pleasure, showing off that thick throat and heavily muscled pecs.
“Ahh,” he moaned, clearly enjoying himself. Snapping his eyes open, he looked at me with a twinkle. “Thanks for that commercial break,” he said silkily, his hand still on his dick. “Is there something we can do for you?”
I wanted to scream “Fuck me! Take me all ways! Make me yours!” But my mouth just remained open as I nodded slightly, still feasting on those male forms.
“John you fucking prick,” said his brother. “The lady wants the full treatment … she’s already paid for it,” he added lasciviously. “Let’s give it to her.”
“Hmm, yeah,” agreed his brother, still stroking his dick. “We’re gonna dance, and then you’re going to dance with us. Just sit down little girl … and enjoy,” he grinned at me, a nasty twinkle in his eye.
I dropped obediently to the couch, hungry, already turned up to a thirteen on a scale of one to ten. My dress at this point was bunched up right at my pussy and I was shamelessly touching myself, running my fingers up and down my thong, letting the boys see the drenched fabric, the outline of my labia clear against the flimsy material.
“Ahh, I see she’s going to be an excellent audience,” remarked one brother.
“I can smell her already,” ground out the other, and it was true. The scent of my cream, my female essence, was strong, dousing us in the sex to come.
But the men were here to put on a show and they weren’t going to disappoint. Slowly, oh so slowly, they gyrated before me, their bodies a mix of hard muscle, sinew and oiled skin. Smiling the entire time, they continued the act they’d started outside – grinding their crotches against each other, letting their bulges rub except this time, John actually had his dick out and there was only one strip of glittery fabric between the two cocks.
“Let it out,” I whispered, nodding to Jonah. “Let it out!” I commanded louder, not sure he heard.
With a lascivious grin, he too pulled the glittery fabric aside and now it was two cocks, two spears dancing, the tips wet, the poles massive and throbbing as they ground against each other.
I watched, rapt, as Jonah formed a tunnel with his hands, grabbing both dicks at once while the men began to rock forwards and back, those veiny lengths caressing each other, the friction tantalizing, pounding, rubbing, grinding. Their dicks were so long that the heads went all the way past one another to the other’s balls before retreating, their hips moving in a practiced, rhythmic pulse.
But I wanted more. “Fuck each other,” I whispered. “I want to see it.”
And one thing about having paid money is that dollar bills talk. Without any hesitation, John turned around so that his ass faced his brother. Bending over, he stretched and moaned, his brother fingering that dark star, pushing a digit into his anus to stretch, tease and tantalize.
“Help us?” Jonah asked wickedly. I knew exactly what they wanted. In a flash I was on my knees next to them, my pink tongue questing, reaching out to taste the domineering dick. I sucked it, rubbed my tongue up and down that veiny length, almost crying at its size and girth, wanting to see it used, pummeling John’s tight butt.
And Jonah obliged. Backing his brother up, he aimed for that hole and began pushing the massive head in. From my ringside seat, I could see John straining, his face tightening in pain as his anus was penetrated. I watched with rapt eyes as the big man’s sphincter stretched, little by little, his face a rictus of ecstasy and agony as his brother pressed insistently into his hole, my spit the only lube, turning that dick glossy and slick.
With an audible pop, Jonah was in, his dick buried a few inches in his twin’s GI tract. Both men roared, Jonah in anticipation, John in pain and pleasure. With a grunt, Jonah thrust forward and this time, his dick must have pushed at least three inches into his brother’s rectum, although nowhere near the ten inches needed to fully take that member.
With growls of agony, full-force fucking began, one doing the other from the back, me kneeling next to them, my cunny streaming with fluid, my breasts heavy as I tweaked my nipples, stroked my puss, shamelessly working myself to orgasm.
Wanting to be involved, I knelt below John and sucked his balls into my mouth, giving a few hard licks to his penis in between.
John gasped. “That’s it little girl, suck me, fuck me,” he grunted as his brother dominated him from behind. And reader, it was the most depraved thing ever. I enveloped his dick in my mouth as the pounding went on in the back and with simultaneous cries, both men came, Jonah into his brother’s ass, John into my mouth, the hot white coating my throat, thick, salty and sweet, the best milkshake I’d ever had.
As the men relaxed from their fuck session, I slowly pulled off John’s dick, letting that hard length trail from my ruby lips. I licked a bit, a stream of semen connecting the tip of his dick to my mouth still, and savored it. I’d gotten head-fucked so hard that my eyes were watering, seeing stars, but I hadn’t had an orgasm yet.
Leaning back on my knees, my clothes in disarray, a Double D boob poking out with my snatch still steaming, I asked sweetly, “Is there any cum left for me?”