The Good Twin's Baby

by Vivien Vale

  I whimper and moan, loudly and shamelessly. I don’t take my eyes off of Liam for a moment. I see him excitedly start lapping at my pussy as I soak the seat—and his face—in my sweet delicious cum.

  He sucks at my pussy and licks as much of my cum as he can. And then he raises himself up to his knees and leans into me.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Claire,” he admits. He licks his lips, cum still in residual droplets on his face.

  His lips find mine, and we share a passionate kiss. His torso is pressed hard against my pussy and the seat below me.

  I can feel his shirt getting soaked as we make out. Although, well, I guess it is high time he take that off, too.

  Liam

  Claire’s cum and saliva mixed together is a taste I could have on my tongue for eternity. I don’t understand how she and I survived the time apart. I can’t imagine losing her again.

  As her lips are locked with mine, our eyes closed, our passion intensifying, I feel her moving her leg between mine. She starts teasing and rubbing my cock through my trousers using her knee.

  The more time I spend with Claire, the more she tests me, and the more she finds out just how to drive me crazy with her little tactics. This is especially...distracting.

  Fuck, Claire, don’t stop.

  “Oh, my,” I say, pulling away. I don’t want her to not do it...I just want her to admit she wants me. I want her to tell me how much she misses my touch. “You know, what you’re doing is just driving me wild here.”

  Admittedly, I’m acting a bit more vulnerable than usual. Asking her out with me was a moment that made me tuck my tail between my legs, and saying exactly how I feel carries the same risk. But she said yes to meeting with me, so I’m hoping the reward is worth it.

  It’s starting to look like it is.

  “Shut up, Liam. Why don’t you go ahead and whip that cock out and let me decide if I’m still angry with you?” she responds. Yes, ma’am, you got it.

  I quickly drop my pants and boxers to the floor, revealing my long, thick cock standing high at attention. I’m ready.

  She stares directly at my cock and gulps. She wants it bad.

  She looks up at me with a sinister smile on her face and utters two words that flip my switch from hopeful to ravenous: “Fuck me.”

  I push my cock into her pussy, sliding deep inside of her. She’s so aroused that I can glide the entire length into her and start thrusting in and out her cunt. She throws her head back and whimpers.

  “That’s my girl,” I grunt. She glares at me, and I give her a wicked grin back.

  There’s been this subtle power exchange building between us all night. I don’t know if it’s purely the animosity from our time apart and the fight before it, or if it’s just something that’s been building all along. Either way, I’m rolling with it—and I’m taking charge.

  Seeing Claire shudder at my touch is one of my favorite sights in the world. Her sensuality is downright addictive, and fulfilling her lustful desires is a practice I’d like to make a hobby out of.

  When the two of us are together, nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. Fuck, like now for example: we’re in the middle of a goddamn opera, fucking in the VIP box.

  I take Claire’s legs and bring them to my shoulders. I pump my hips hard against her body, and my cock drills further into her tight little pussy. She moans louder for me.

  With each thrust of my cock into her, I feel more and more of the waves of intense pleasure riding through me. I don’t want to stop. I want to make her ache for me.

  I look into Claire’s eyes and see her passion behind her gaze. I lean into her and kiss her hard as I hump her sexy, curvy body.

  I feel her up and down, every inch of her: her collarbone, her tits, her waist, her hips…everything on her is as fantastic to me as the first time I saw it.

  As I plow into Claire, her expressions show me how much pleasure she’s feeling, despite all of our problems outside of this moment.

  I pull my cock out of her and stand her up. I sit down and pull Claire on top of me. I extend my legs out far, my lower back resting in the crook of the seat, my ass off the edge.

  I push my cock into her and hold her hips and thrust up inside of her as hard as I can. Staring up at her, I see her hard nipples and reach up and circle my thumbs around them. She moans and holds her hands over mine.

  She lowers her hand to her pussy, and I see her start touching her clit as I thrust into her. I return my hands to her hips and hold her to me, rocking her hips against me as I pump hard into her cunt with my cock.

  Her moans grow increasingly loud with each thrust, and Goosebumps form all over her body. I can tell she’s close to coming. I fuck her faster and faster with each whimper she lets out.

  She leans back and cries out, “I’m coming!” I watch her face as she’s enraptured in a cloud of ecstasy and feel her pussy tighten and release around my cock as she comes for me.

  I continue fucking her with her own cum acting as a lube, letting me slide in and out of her with even more ease. She’s so far over the edge that she’s leaned back, with her bottom lip bitten and her hands in her hair gripping tight.

  I rotate my hips around and maneuver my cock into the rest of her pussy, hitting all of the inside of her walls. My thrusts grow more exaggerated and more dramatic.

  With no notice, no warning, Claire sprays cum onto my abdomen and my cock. Some of it even reaches my face.

  Here we are right in the middle of the opera, and Claire has squirted on me. Oh, fuck yes.

  Stunned, I close my eyes and start panting under her. My muscles are all tense, and I’m sure my veins are pulsing through my skin. I’m glistening with sweat and Claire’s cum.

  I wrap my arms around Claire’s waist, and I pump hard into her as my cock starts shooting my cum into her pussy. Each pump is another jolt of pleasure that’s coursing through me.

  With her tits pressed hard against my cum-soaked shirt and her pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s impossible to complain. Claire grabs my face and kisses me passionately as my last few spurts of cum shoot into her pussy.

  We make out, both of us high from our orgasm. I notice Claire’s hair is slightly damp as I push my fingers through it, probably from all of the intensity of what happened between us.

  She hops off of my cock and stares at me, fairly dazed from it all. She sits back in her seat, and I watch her slump down and breathe heavy, trying to relax herself from our round of crazy, wild sex.

  I feel a bit guilty that I didn’t get a chance to really let her experience the beauty of the opera, but on the other hand, I feel like she’s getting a hell of a time out of this.

  We could have done this literally anytime and anywhere else. But knowing the passion that lies between us—even if we aren’t talking about it—it’s impossible to refuse when it presents itself.

  I pull Claire out of her chair and have her curl up in my lap to watch some of the show. I stroke her sweaty hair and kiss her forehead. I peek down and see her still biting that lip of hers.

  Hmm, she wants even more. Is there anything that’s not perfect about this girl?

  Claire

  Liam’s cock is undeniably the best cock I’ve ever had. I hate that he’s such a great fuck, because now I’m spoiled into just wanting that big fucking cock inside me.

  Even after fucking so hard that I came several times—and even squirted—in this VIP box, I want more.

  Liam is addictive. I can’t help myself.

  Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself tonight.

  It’d be ridiculous of me to deny that there’s intense sexual chemistry between us, and now that we’re in so deep already, why stop here?

  The show’s not over yet, and neither am I.

  I climb off of Liam’s lap and lower to my knees again. I suck his cock into my mouth and feel him grow hard for me, right then and there.

  I slobber on it. I coat every inch of that thick, foot-long monster with m
y saliva. I even take his balls into my mouth for a bit and swirl my tongue around them. He moans for me.

  I hear the sound of the theatre all around me, and yet again, I remember where I am. It’s so easy to forget when I’m around Liam. It feels like anywhere and anytime is the right time for us to have fun.

  My pussy is dripping again at the thought of anyone here being able to watch us fuck. Sure, we’re up high. But say, if I was leaning over the balcony with my tits out, someone would surely look up at the real show.

  Liam’s cock is more than hard at this point. He’s throbbing, ready for a hole to fuck. I stand up and lean myself over the edge of our box. I arch my back, pushing my ass into his immediate view.

  He graciously wraps his hands around the top of my thighs and buries his face between my butt cheeks. He pulls his hands up and spreads my ass, showing off my tiny asshole.

  He takes no time shoving his tongue inside. I rotate my hips, all while pushing myself out further for him.

  He spends a generous amount of time just spit-soaking my asshole and tonguing it hard, getting it nice and relaxed. He stands up and positions himself behind me.

  His cock enters my ass slowly and easily. My pussy starts aching at the sensation, missing having his huge dick inside, and I moan as he pushes in further.

  He brings his hands up to my tits and gropes them hard as he starts thrusting himself into my ass. He leans in, pressing his chest against my back.

  Liam starts kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking my skin. I feel more Goosebumps form all over me, and I bring my hand up to his head and place my hand on his neck behind me.

  I graze my nails against his skin, causing him to push his cock harder into my ass. I reflexively stick my ass out further, burying him deeper inside me.

  I spread my legs further and return my arms to my front. I brace myself against the side of the balcony and start grinding my ass against Liam’s massive throbbing cock.

  As I’m leaned over, the main singer from this show looks up, as a part of her character’s emotion. She sees my tits out, showing off all my well-fucked glory.

  My heart races. Being spotted is a lot different than wishing to be spotted.

  But I own every second of her attention. I wink down at her and blow her a kiss.

  She returns her head to the audience at eye level, and I close my eyes and moan quietly. I’m so worked up from all of the excitement, and I don’t know how to let it all out without being as loud as I can and screaming to the world that I’m being fucked good and hard right in the ass.

  I decide to pull myself back from the balcony, and Liam stops thrusting into me. I tap him, and he pulls his cock out of me.

  “Lay down on the floor,” I instruct him, panting. “Right in front of the seats.”

  He gets down onto the floor. I look down to him and see his huge cock, still standing high at attention, and I position myself over him, one leg on each side.

  I squat down and position his cock against my ass again. I bounce up and down on him, letting his full length into my ass over and over.

  His moans are getting intense, as are my own. The singers’ voices project through the theatre, and since they’re in no jeopardy of us ruining their tune, we fuck loudly and uncaringly about the show down below.

  Liam grabs for my tits again. His touch is so forceful, and I love it. I enjoy his man-handling so much that I grab his hands with my own and squeeze harder.

  I watch his chest rise and fall, and he starts grunting under me. I can tell he’s getting close. I rotate my hips in a small circle, letting his cock explore the entire inside of my ass before I start bouncing up and down on him so fast I feel like a fucking rabbit.

  An intense wave of pleasure hits me so hard, my chest feels heavy. I’m hot and glistening with sweat, and with each breath, my vision blurs more. My pussy muscles relax and contract, and my asshole tightens around Liam’s cock.

  As I orgasm, I feel Liam’s cock throbbing hard and pulsing at my asshole.

  I quickly pull him out of me and tightly grip his cock and stroke it anticipatorily.

  His cock starts spewing cum from the head and it flies up onto my chest and my face. My hair, my nose, my lips, my chin….all the way down my torso, I am now covered in his white, creamy liquid.

  I keep pumping, even after he stops coming on me, just to be sure. I love being coated in his cum, and I need every bit I can get to cover me.

  When I’m sure he’s finished, I take my finger and scoop up a bit of the cum and lay it on my tongue to taste it. I swish it around in my mouth for a moment and swallow it.

  I bring my hands to my tits and start rubbing the cum all over them. There’s no better moisturizer in the world than a man’s hot, creamy cum...Or at least Liam’s.

  I then wipe off as much as I can of the cum that’s all over my face, and I take my time licking every drop, collecting them all in my mouth.

  I lean down to Liam, and kiss it into his mouth, too. We pass his cum back and forth, between my own mouth and his.

  As he passes it into my mouth one last time, I let it sit on my tongue for a moment before I swallow it, winking at him at the same time.

  I sit down, straddling Liam’s body. As I go to speak to him, we hear a roaring applause growing around us.

  I peek to see the performers taking their bows at the final curtain. Oops. Well, we can always come back to actually see the show.

  I climb off of him, and we quickly start re-dressing ourselves and freshening up for our departure from the VIP box.

  “So, did you enjoy your first opera?” asks Liam.

  “What opera?” I respond cheekily.

  He wraps his arm around my waist, and we make our way from the theatre.

  Claire

  My mind is in a state of disquiet.

  I haven’t been able to sleep all night.

  Today will either be a great success or an epic fail in my life. But one thing’s for sure, I’ll never forget what happens. My presentation will make or break my company.

  We’ll either soar to the pinnacle of prosperity and triumph, or we’ll fall and all my work will have been for naught.

  I try to calm my nerves by picking out the perfect outfit. Fashion always soothes me, but today even the tallest Manolo Blahniks do nothing to tame the tension in my body.

  I choose a sleek black pantsuit. I want to look nothing but professional. My career is literally riding on how I do today.

  But what’s really got me concerned is the fact that other people are depending on me, too. I know that my team and my designers can easily find jobs at other places. But I just hate to have put them in this position.

  It’s the territory that comes with being a boss. People’s livelihoods depend on me. It’s an honor, but also a huge responsibility.

  My vanity is stocked with shelves of makeup and hair products. I’ve been working so hard lately that I haven’t had time to spruce up the place.

  I pin my long hair back and let a few loose tendrils fall around my face. Then I smear some lipstick on and practice my confident face in front of the mirror.

  Normally, I’m so much more assured than this. Normally, I don’t have to practice confidence—I just own it.

  But with such a big campaign before me, and with people’s jobs on the line, it’s an unusually stressful day.

  I grab my stuff and head out the door to once again make my way to the headquarters of Velvet Luxe.

  My jitters on the way are only enhanced by the fact that I know I’m gonna see Liam. He hasn’t escaped my thoughts for a minute, especially after the other night.

  I want to impress him as much as I want to impress the other executives. For some reason, I value what Liam thinks. I want him to see me as a success.

  I endure the whole ride with a fast-beating heart, although I check the rearview mirror from time to time to make sure my nerves aren’t showing on my face.

  The taxi finally delivers me at the doors of the big building.
It’s a huge corporation for sure, and the idea of being in charge of all of their advertising from here on out is a very big deal—but it also excites me.

  It’s time to thrive under pressure. I go inside and walk through the marble lobby, up the elevator, and to the floor where the conference room is.

  An assistant approaches me. “Claire, they’ll be ready for you in about five minutes. Today, we’re doing the presentations in private, for the executives alone.”

  A part of me feels relieved that I won’t have to stand in front of my much richer colleagues and competition. I only have to present to the Velvet Luxe people.

  I take a seat on the stainless steel bench outside of the room and go over my notes, but it isn’t long before I’m interrupted.

  “You look nice today,” I hear a familiar voice say.

  I turn my head and see him. My heart thuds in my chest. Adrenaline starts pumping throughout my body, and it’s a high that nothing else can equate.

  “Liam,” I say, standing to greet him. “Hi. I didn’t know if you’d be here.”

  He kisses me, and the feel of his touch, of his lips, makes me relax a little bit.

  “I’m here because I’m gonna do the presentation myself,” he says.

  “You are?” I’m surprised. “Does that mean you’re actually being a hands-on boss in your company?”

  “Well, I took your advice, after all. I developed this entire campaign, and figured I should be the one to present it.”

  I look into his dark green eyes, and I can tell he’s thinking about more than just the presentation. His gaze lingers on my tits, and he pulls me in for a deeper kiss.

  The assistant comes out and interrupts my moment with him. “Claire, we’re ready for you.”

  “Good luck,” Liam says.

  Here goes nothing. I leave his side reluctantly and walk into the big conference room. There are only a handful of execs in here, but their opinion will virtually determine the course of my life.

  I walk to the front of the room and set up my laptop so that I can show them my ideas on the big screen against the wall.