Closer: A Blind Date Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Meanwhile, Sax did a number on my breasts, popping each tit into his mouth before squeezing my mounds together and suckling both nipples into his mouth. I screamed with joy, twin jolts of electricity shooting straight from my boobs to my cunt, making me gush wetly into Stryke’s mouth.

  “Mmmm, tasty,” said Stryke devilishly. “Make her cream more,” he commanded his brother.

  And Saxon didn’t hesitate. He straddled my breasts, squatting over my torso, pushing up their creamy bellies so that his cock was nestled between the mounds. Slowly, he began titty-fucking me, the friction so good, so hot, that his dick began leaking immediately, trailing semen all over my chest.

  “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck your jugs are fucking awesome.”

  And I agreed, bending my head to lick the tip of his penis each time it came towards my mouth, trying to taste as much semen as possible, savoring the sperm.

  “Fuuck,” he groaned again, as I got in a particularly satisfying slurp. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Not so fast,” warned Stryke. “We’re doing a double-fuck.”

  And Stryke stood up between my thighs, pushing his member into my cunny with one swift thrust. I bucked and squealed at the penetration.

  “Aieee!” I cried. Just like before, he was so big that my lower body was lifted into the air as I was impaled, like a kebab on a stick. My cunny tensed and struggled, trying to accommodate him, my juices flowing hard and fast as I was reamed by that big, hot fuckpole.

  But also just like before, I began wriggling and squirming, edging myself down onto the donkey dong as he thrust forward slowly, penetrating me inch by inch.

  “Brother!” I cried breathlessly, my cunt full, my pussy stretched and filled like never before. Instead of answering, Stryke merely gestured for his brother to join him.

  And Saxon moved down my body so that he straddled me just in front of Stryke. Tantalizingly, he pressed his penis against my vag, forcing his brother’s dick down as he sought to make his own space.

  “Ohhhh! Oh oh oh!” I gasped. I knew double-stuffing was hard, but I’d forgotten how big my brothers were, how wide they were around, their twelve inch lengths dominating and using me.

  Determinedly, Stryke kept pushing, stretching my little puss, watching hungrily as my folds parted, making way for a second dick in my vaginal canal.

  “Remember sister,” he whispered as I gasped in shock. “You’re big enough to pass a baby down there, two dicks should be easy peasy,” he rumbled.

  A baby? Oh god a baby. But I was overcome with sensation because he was in all the way, both my brothers were in all the way, my sweet little snatch violated by twenty-four inches.

  And with an unspoken signal, Saxon and Stryke began to move, swinging their hips in time, running their shafts in and out of my tight hole. I creamed wetly, juicing the way, lubing up the ride, my brothers groaning as they felt the wetness gush around them, cushioning them in their ecstasy.

  And reader, I wasn’t able to last long. The feel of two dicks in me was overwhelming and I screamed as I came, blacking out for a moment, my eyes rolling up into my head as my cunny squelched and clenched on the double dicks, squeezing and twitching around the solid, hot shafts. My whole body felt like it was engulfed in a cloud of electricity, jerks and spasms in my cunt spreading through my body, tingling to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  And my brothers couldn’t hold back either. They came with twin roars, their man milk jetting into my cunt, dousing me in their seed, two squirts of jism simultaneously deposited in my body. They spurted again and again, rope after rope of sperm filling my hot cavity, covering my ovaries, spraying my fertile fields with sheer masculine viritility.

  There was so much that the white leaked out between our bodies, trailing down my thigh and making a wet spot on the bed. Fuck, I was so sated, my nips, cunny and entire body feeling wonderfully relaxed, stretched and full. I was extraordinarily happy.

  And my brothers smiled as well.

  “Little girl,” murmured Saxon, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “We’re drenched in your cum.” And my eyes flew open as I gazed at them. Because it was true – I’d ejaculated with my earthshaking climax, and both my brothers had female juice all over their groins and chests.

  “And sister,” rumbled Stryke, massaging the vaginal fluid into his skin as his blue eyes gleamed. “Your cum is sticky and sweet just like you.”

  I smiled at them then. My brothers … my loves … my life.

  EPILOGUE

  Saxon

  A few months later …

  Melly’s growing big, and I’m not even sure she’s realized it yet. She’d returned to her normal weight after the devastation of the “Trinity” reveal, but I see an extra wave to her stomach now, something that makes me curiously suspicious … and surprisingly ecstatic.

  “Sister,” I said as she lounged by the pool. “Have you gone to the doctor lately?”

  “No, why?” she asked, nuzzling my hand and shooting me a dazzling smile. “I feel great.”

  “Honey, I think you’re glowing, maybe from a baby,” I said. No reason to beat around the bush.

  Her hand flew to her mouth and I saw her mentally calculating the last time she’d gotten her period.

  “Oh no,” she gasped. “I think you’re right. My last period was six weeks ago.”

  A grin split my face from ear to ear.

  “Melly,” I growled, protectively circling her with my arms. “You’re going to be a mommy … to our baby.”

  And she leaned back and laughed with me, our joy contagious.

  Things didn’t always look so good. Melly had had some crazy idea of going into porn full-time, as the reputational damage had already been done.

  “Why not?” she asked heatedly. “I’m a feminist and believe that women should own their bodies and not let the media run like wild dogs over something that belongs to me.”

  Stryke and I couldn’t argue with that. We’re pornographers and girls are obviously our trade. But contrary to popular belief, pornographers are often the biggest feminists because our performers should be able to ply their craft without feeling ashamed. So I agreed with our sister wholeheartedly.

  “Of course Mel, it’s not that we have anything against you being an adult actress,” said my brother, “it’s just that we don’t want to share you. You belong to us now, we belong to each other, and I don’t think that any of us should perform anymore.”

  Because yeah, Stryke and I have done porn in the past just to get a feel of what it was like in front of the camera. But honestly, our faces weren’t even shown on film because that’s how little straight guys matter in porn. We’d only shared the secret with Melly so that she knew we empathized, that we knew how it felt to be on exposed and completely naked.

  Plus, the hullabaloo from the Trinity University scandal had died down. It was in the news for a while more and Melly got a ton of book offers and interview requests. Lifetime even wanted to do a movie based on her experience.

  But the story ended because she’d withdrawn from Trinity and was no longer appearing in adult films. Besides, with the pregnancy soon she’d be big enough to fit a house, which didn’t exactly correspond with her image as naughty schoolgirl … unless you wanted naughty pregnant schoolgirl.

  So our little girl was now in a good place, safe with us, pregnant with a much-desired baby.

  It only left the issue of Lauren, that bitch of a roommate who’d outed Mel. We’d revealed the findings of our private investigator, and our sister had been shocked.

  “No brothers, it can’t be,” she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. “It can’t be Lauren,” she said again. “She has nothing to gain and besides, why would she do this? We’re friends.”

  Somehow, our little sister was touchingly naïve when it came to girl on girl betrayal.

  “Baby,” I said slowly. “There are a million reasons why Lauren might want to secretly film you. Maybe she was jealous of you or maybe she wanted to h
ave the film for future blackmail. Who knows?”

  Melly’s eyes had filled with tears.

  “I trusted her,” she said softly. “She was my best friend at school.”

  “I know honey, but some people aren’t what they appear,” Stryke said. “This bitch will never come close to you again.”

  And we’d pretty much ensured that Lauren’s life was going to be hell going forward. We’d demanded that Ralph fire her from the Donkey Club, and due to our connections, she’d never work as a high-class stripper again. Good luck paying that forty six thousand dollar tuition.

  But honestly, no one cared about Lauren anymore. The whore was an annoying gnat that we’d swatted and it was time to move onto more important things.

  “Honey,” I said, stroking Melly’s belly. “How are you feeling?”

  “Good,” she smiled, taking both our hands and putting one on each side of her stomach. “Do you feel her kicking?”

  My brother and I were entranced, the thought of our daughter doing somersaults bewitching and wonderful.

  “Wait a minute,” Sax said slowly. “You know it’s a girl?”

  “I do,” confirmed Melanie. “I went to the doctor today and brothers,” she said in a rush, “I’m thinking about naming her Trinity.”

  Both Sax and I shook our heads vehemently no.

  “That’s a terrible idea sister,” ground out Sax. “Trinity was your porn alter ego. If you hadn’t walked away when you did, Melanie would have become Trinity and we would have lost you completely.”

  “That’s right, sister,” I agreed. “Naming the baby Trinity is a big mistake. You were drowning in a cesspool, there’s no reason to re-live it through our daughter.”

  But Melanie merely giggled.

  “Brothers, I was joking with you,” she teased. “The look on your faces was totally worth it. Actually, I was thinking of naming her Stryxon … after her daddies.”

  Stryxon. Hmmm, not a very girly name but perfect in every way.

  “Baby, that’s a great idea,” rumbled Sax into her ear.

  “Perfect,” I agreed, closing the circle of trust.

  We kissed her slowly, our hands rubbing her tummy in anticipation of the baby to come. Because our sister had morphed far beyond merely schoolgirl Melanie or porn star Trinity. She had become Saxon and Stryke’s lover and Stryxon’s mom.

  THE END

  DOUBLE BANG

  A Twin Stepbrother Sports Romance

  (Erotic Romance, PI, Massive Size, MFM Ménage)

  © 2016

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  And the men, seeing the wet spot under me, chuckled deeply, their eyes sweeping over me with satisfaction, nude for their gaze, filled with their seed.

  “We’ll see you back at the wedding,” teased one, zipping himself back up.

  “Oh yeah,” agreed the other, shaking off his dick before covering it up, the droplets hitting me, that special, warm jism a memento.

  And suddenly they were gone, disappearing into the woods with a flash. Oh god, oh god. The men were guests at my mom’s wedding, and I was going to have to get up in front of them and read a poem about eternal bliss and the sanctity of marriage … with the taste of their sperm in my mouth.

  PROLOGUE

  Stacey

  The hotel room was amazing. I’d been upgraded to a luxury suite, a two-bedroom with a private kitchen to boot. But I was most excited about the bath. After a long day at work, a hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the stress of the day.

  With a delirious sigh, I stripped, dropping my clothes in a heap in the hall. It was so nice, the deep pile rug sinking with each step, the coolness of the air causing a slight shiver run over my skin after a hot day on the field.

  Suddenly an unexpected gust of cold hit me. Damnit, hotels always blast the A/C, it’s almost like they expect Santa as a guest. I crossed my arms over my breasts, goose-bumps pimpling, the little hairs on my legs standing up from the unexpected chill. Vigorously rubbing my arms, I scampered over to the thermostat and saw that it was set at eighty. What the? The room was sixty at most, this thing had to be broken.

  I’ll step into the shower and warm up, I thought to myself. It’ll only take five minutes. But common sense took over. Once I got out of the warm water, it’d be freezing still and I’d probably catch cold. I couldn’t afford to get sick, a sick day means your stand-in’s called up and I hated Pepper Jones. That bitch is after my job and she’d leap at the opportunity to shine. Better to call maintenance now.

  Dressed in nothing but my birthday suit, pink bits gleaming, I found the hotel phone and picked it up.

  “Ms. Light, how can we help you?” chirped a voice into my ear.

  Oh right. I’d forgotten that the hotel phone doesn’t even need to ring, the operator’s right there. Plus their caller ID is fantastic and recognized me from the computerized guest records.

  “Hi, I’m calling about the temperature in my room,” I said quickly. “It’s way too cold in my room and I tried adjusting the thermostat, but I think it’s broken. Can you send someone up please?”

  “Of course,” replied the disembodied voice. “You’re in Suite 301, right?”

  “That’s right,” I confirmed. “Thank you so much.”

  “Is it okay for hotel maintenance to come into your room if you’re not there?” the voice spoke again.

  “Of course,” I replied. With work the way it was, there was no guarantee that I’d be in my room at any given time. Besides, my stuff would be safe, I wasn’t worried about that.

  So with a hop, skip and jump I hung up and dashed into the en suite, shutting myself in the marbled luxury. Oh wow, a tub and a shower, I hadn’t expected that. But no time for a bubble bath right now, my agent was waiting downstairs for a late dinner.

  Instead, I blasted the water in the stall, admiring the gold trim on the doors, the clear glass looking out onto a mirrored expanse. Stepping into the small space I could see my image refracted again and again, like funhouse mirrors, and I watched, distracted, as my nude figure picked up the shampoo and began massaging my hair. Man, just seeing myself from so many angles made me dizzy.

  But I shook my head and closed my eyes, willing the headache at the base of my skull to dissipate. Luxuriating in the steam, I began soaping up, running the scented bath gel over my smooth limbs, my body slippery and wet, toned and tan. It’d been a long day and I could definitely use a rib eye at dinner, maybe a glass of wine, and then early to bed for my four a.m. call time the next day.

  But my mind kept wandering, the water so hot, pounding on my body, making me dream about an alpha male who’d give it to me good … or maybe two alpha males.

  Because twins are my thing. This is going to sound so wrong, but I’ve been obsessed with twins ever since my mom married Gordon Jones. Or married into Gordon’s family, more accurately. My new stepdad had two sons, Pax and Peyton, and I’d had a crush on them since … well, about forever actually.

  It’s crazy to be fantasizing about your twin stepbrothers, but did that stop me? Hell no, they can’t put you in jail for dirty thoughts. Instead, I lathered up, luxuriating in the warm steam, letting water pound my body sensuously. Droplets ran down my curves and I pretended they were the twins’ fingers, sensuously tracing the curves of my breasts, running over a sensitive nipple, tickling my tips, tweaking, pulling until they were hard and pointy.

  Oh god, that felt good and I moaned, parting my lips slightly, closing my eyes, letting my thoughts run. My hands drifted up and down my belly before caressing the curve of my hips, gently massaging my thighs before dipping down between my legs, brushing against that intimate part of me.

  And what do you know, I was running already, sweet nectar already pouring from my inner sanctum, oozing as I ramped up the heat, stroking myself while dreaming of Pax and Peyton.

  My nub hardened immediately, that little clit tensing with energy, begging to be stroked, to be touched and caressed by a ma
n’s massive hand. And for kicks, I imagined four hands stroking, lifting a leg for better access.

  Oh yeah, that was it! Parting my thighs, my channel came into full view, the dark pink moist and engorged, steaming with its own sensuous, private heat. With a sigh, I reached for the shower head and yanked it off its setting. It was my favorite kind, a goose head that you can manipulate this way and that, twisting and turning for your pleasure.

  With zero hesitation, I pulled that baby close up to my twat, blasting the spray so that it pointed straight at my pussy, pounding my clit with the warm water, letting my cunny get a liquid massage, squealing a little from the tickling sensations, panting and heaving as the pound did its work.

  My knees went weak and I almost collapsed in the shower but I wasn’t done yet … not even close. With a sly smile, I pulled the shower head closer and began stroking my clit with it. Oh god, yeah. It felt so good, that warm, hard metal against my little nub, smooth and slick, firm strokes making me cream as the water pulsed.

  It was so delicious that I almost passed out but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to come, hard with no mercy, my little cunny clenching with jerks, and there was a plan. I’d brought my friend into the bathroom. Oh yeah, I’d packed a wall dildo for the trip, the kind with a suction on one end, perfect for mounting on a glass shower partition.