Double Daddies: An MFM Romance Box Set

by Chloe Maddox

  The hotel, it turns out, was just a few minutes away from the bar. I didn’t have to pay the cab that much but I still handed him a small tip for being so quick and so nice. He even offered to drive me back to the dorm once my business in the Stallion was done but I told him I had my car parked here somewhere.

  I checked my phone. It was still three in the afternoon. Was this kind of place open this early in the day?

  I pushed the doors and fortunately, they swung open. Inside it looked like a completely different establishment. It wasn’t as dark as last night, with dim yellow lights on here and there, and there were no strippers or musicians on the stage. Instead, there were just a few drivers and old patrons drinking beer and playing darts. I counted only six girls in the place and one of them was hiding underneath a table, giving an old guy a blowjob.

  “Hey, Lexie right?” someone called out to me.

  I turned and saw the young bartender. He was behind the counter but wasn’t in his uniform, instead dressed in a tight black shirt and jeans. I walked over and greeted him back, “Hey.”

  “Wow, you look wasted,” he told me. “Heck of a hang over?”

  “You tell me,” I answered and sat on a stool. “I don’t remember jack shit from last night.”

  He laughed and wagged a finger at me, “That’s what you get for drinking so many Spiked Devils last night.”

  “Spiked Devils?” I echoed with a frown on my face.

  “The house specialty,” he explained and then looked at me like I was an idiot. “Wow, that’s got to mean you really were fucked up last night. You kept saying ‘spiky devils and cocks’ all damn night.”

  I didn’t remember saying anything at all. “Did I leave here with Travis and Luke?”

  “Yep, right after you gave them a blowjob each backstage,” he replied as if it was nothing.

  “I did what?” I nearly screamed back. I had to take three deep breaths to compose myself and try to get a hold of the situation.

  He smiled and said, “Yeah, you were really good at it too. Heard from one of the strippers, Marlene, that you even had a few things to teach them and they’re freaking experts at it. Oh, you did leave your car here. I got your keys.”

  That was a lot for my mind to digest. Wait, I just gave two guys a blowjob and I did it in front of a bunch of people?

  “Uh y-yeah, I’ll take those back now please,” I told him. I tried hard not to stutter and turned away a bit so he wouldn’t notice how red I was blushing. “I got to drive back to the dormitory and get back to school and shit.”

  The bartender handed me my keys and gave me a smile. I smiled back and then hurried out of the bar and to the parking lot. I sighed, both in relief and utter joy, when I saw my car was in the same spot as last night and it didn’t look like anyone tried to scratch it or break in.

  As soon as I sat down in the driver’s seat and locked the door I leaned back, held onto the steering wheel and laughed. “Holy fucking shit,” I said out loud. That was one heck of a night and it was just sad that I couldn’t remember anything – well, I couldn’t remember any of the fun stuff.

  With a smile, I turned the key and headed back to the campus.

  Chapter Four

  I felt warm… and moist. When I opened my mouth I felt something warm and thick slide passed my lips and it broke deep into my mouth. I was fed and I perked my head in closer and let the snake dig its way deeper into the further recesses of my throat. As it did I toyed with it, circling it with my tongue.

  As I did I felt another snake slide its way up my leg and towards the center of my hips, there where my womanhood laid bare and ready. It slithered ever so quickly and I felt its girth press against my flesh’s lips, trying to force its way through the gates and to part my walls in order to crawl deep inside of me.

  Before the second creature could thrust its way inside I opened my eyes and found myself staring into a pair of deep, dark brown eyes. When my eyes roamed to look around I discovered there just darkness and a dim light overhead, barely enough to enlighten me of my situation. There I was, staked between these two beautiful snakes, as one slithered into my mouth and the other tunneling its way into my soft and sore pussy.

  When the second one finally broke through the folds and I felt it pierce through my walls for the first time I let out a soft cry, a moan of pleasure that echoed all across the room and back. Yet when I moaned the snake in front dug only deeper through my mouth, slithering its way into the back. I would look up when it would pull out and I’d give it a tender kiss before looking up to gaze at those dark eyes monitoring me.

  I lost consciousness, allowing my mind and body to swim and float in that ocean of ecstasy. Our bodies swayed and I drowned in my sweat and the release of their bitter-sweet seed which spilled and showered all over me, in me and around me.

  I then opened my eyes and realized I was in my dormitory room, alone. I was on my bed, naked save for my underwear and had my hand buried deep under my panties. My fingers were toying with my womanhood, my index finger sliding between my soft and tender slit. I was warm, moist and my chest heaved with exhaustion and it was then that I realized I was out of breath and had already climaxed.

  “S-shit,” I whispered softly when I realized my bed sheet was soaked from my orgasm. I was lucky my roommate wasn’t around. Jenny could be a bitch at if she knew I literally fucked myself while sleeping I would be in for a rough time. There was one instance where I got home a little tipsy – not even drunk – and she made it a point to scold me about it for the two weeks that followed. Listening to her prattle on for thirty minutes every morning and evening was enough to drive me nuts.

  I got up, took a hot shower and quickly changed my bed sheet and blanket. I put on my pajamas and dumped the sheets into a washing machine. We had a whole laundry room in the dorm and there were only a few girls doing their laundry in an early Monday morning.

  As I sat there, waiting for my sheets to finish so I could dump them into the dryer, I began to think about the previous night and tried as hard as possible to piece together what I could recollect.

  I walked in, took a shot of Spiked Devils, met Travis and then went backstage to meet Luke. I drank a few more shots… and that’s where everything faded. Fuck!

  Wait… was my dream not a dream? Were those memories of last night? My mind traced back and I tried hard to recall who else I met while we were still there backstage. I flipped through the photos on my phone and tried to see if I could shake my brain enough to pick up some memories.

  There were photos where I was hanging out drinking shots with the female strippers. I even had a picture trying on one of their sexy outfits. There were photos of me sitting on Travis’ lap, facing him and giving him a deep, rough kiss and there was another photo where I was on Luke’s lap and he had his hands on my tits.

  Well, at least I knew I was being a flirty kitty even before they brought me to the hotel room. I knew I was a flirt even back in high school. I remembered sleeping with a random guy I met the first day I moved into the college campus. I guess I was just a really naughty girl and I got even flirtier every time I had to deal with serious problems. Some girls eat or shop when they’re depressed. I have sex.

  It was a whole hour by the time the sheets were done and dry. I carried them back to the dorm room and was relieved to find my roommate was still nowhere in sight. Maybe she still had classes. I never took the time to get familiar with her schedule. I knew I had a few classes too but I decided to just screw it and sleep in. I could just figure out what the heck I missed on Wednesday.

  However, despite all my efforts to relax and just spend the day watching movies on my laptop, my mind kept racing back to that Friday night and the shock I woke up on Saturday morning. My mind kept going back to the sight I found myself in when I woke up in that hotel room.

  God, those guys were hot. I had to admit that bit. Luke looked like one of those Prince Charming guys and Travis looked more like a
dangerous bad-boy type of guy. They both were tall, both had bodies built like a Terminator and both had massive cocks.

  Kind of sad I can’t remember the sex. With massive meat rods like those I wished I could have recalled what it felt like. I even wondered how wild I might have been, being surrounded by two guys at the same time. It must have been fun.

  ***

  Throughout the week I tried to shove the images of Travis and Luke out of my head and tried really hard to focus back on school. Our exams were coming up and I needed to prove to my professors that I was still worth giving a chance. I had a lot of stuff to complete, projects that most of my classmates already finished last semester. I was always a little slow when it came to school stuff and this was starting to pile heavily on my back.

  Even with all that work to do and classes I had to chase and professors I had to plead with, my mind kept on winding back to Luke and Travis. At night I would wake up, exhausted and covered in sweat, only to discover I was again fingering myself and dreaming of what could have been our sexual encounter that one night.

  I had to be extra careful too, since Jenny was a light sleeper and I always feared that one night I’d wake up smelling like sex and find her just staring at me, accusing and judging me right then and there.

  By Friday night I was back in my room, exhausted from all the extra school work I had to finish just to get on the same page as everybody else when I decided I had to confront these thoughts. I had to face the root of it all – I had to talk to Luke and Travis again. I needed to know exactly what happened to me that night.

  If I had sex with them – which I knew was definitely likely since I woke up in bed with them – I wanted to know what it was like, what I did and how it felt. I wanted to do it again.

  Chapter Five

  Jenny just left the room to attend a poetry slam event in one of the campus cafes. In the back of my head, I felt like I wanted to go too but the heat between my legs and the knot forming in my gut told me I wanted to go back to the Drunken Stallion even more. I wanted to see Luke and Travis again.

  I jumped out of the bed as soon as Jenny had left. I didn’t want to wait that long. I knew she wasn’t the kind of girl who’d stay out long, even on a Friday night, so I had to hurry to make sure she wouldn’t walk in on me getting ready to go to a damn strip club with cowboys.

  For this night out I wanted to make sure I wore something so damn hot that Travis and Luke would identify me and remember me the moment they spotted me in the crowd. I knew they probably slept with a dozen girls, being the hot macho men they were, so I made it a point that they’d recognize me.

  This time I put on a tight white mini-dress. It was really high, way above the knee and was. I felt slightly exposed wearing something like this but I guess that was the point. I let my hair fall loose and wore a nice silver necklace with a heart pendant that could draw eyes to my cleavage. I wanted to show off my legs too so I went with four-inch high heels.

  When I looked in the mirror I figured I needed to add more effects to my face. I didn’t want to overdo it though so I settled for glossy pink lipstick, blue eye shadow and just a touch of black eye liner and finally some blush to make my cheeks flush a bit.

  I looked like I was going to a damn dance club. I paused, looked into the mirror and wondered if I should just wear something more “country” like skinny jeans and a hanging shirt but I didn’t want to repeat my outfit from last week. I guess it didn’t matter; they’d probably still want to cup a feel the moment they saw me.

  “Fuck it,” I told myself. That was starting to become a personal motto. I grabbed my car keys, my wallet and my phone, tossed them into my hand purse and then headed out of the dorm. I kept my gaze down and tried to avoid eye contact with any of my school mates. I just rushed down the halls, out of the dormitory building and straight to the parking lot where my dinky old car was.

  As soon as I got in I let out a sigh and began my drive over to the Drunken Stallion. Throughout my time on the road, I kept on thinking what I’d say to them and what I’d do if they start bringing up the fact that I left them that morning without so much as a goodbye. I felt nervous and I could feel my heart beating fast when I realized they might bring up stuff that I now have no recollections of.

  “Just ride with it,” I told myself. “Just ride it out and fix it.”

  I stepped on the pedal and hurried to the bar.

  When I finally got there and walked through the doors I found it was almost exactly like it was last week. Gone were the old-timers and the lazy drunkards and the place was now once again filled with slutty girls in cowgirl outfits and short skirts. I saw the familiar sight of muscular men who were probably real cowboys, truck drivers and dancers and I could recognize the bartenders, including the young man I met the other time.

  I walked up to him and took a seat. “Hey,” I greeted with a weak smile.

  “Hey,” he said with a wink. “I thought you’d never come back. You had one heck of a fun time here last time I was sure you’d be back the next night or two.”

  I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was honestly a little worried about what to say. Fortunately, his eagerness saved me from embarrassing myself.

  “Want another Spiked Devil?” he asked me. “Or would you prefer to start with something lighter, like a glass of beer?”

  “I’ll have the beer please,” I answered. I didn’t want to get wasted again. I might end up doing something tonight and then I’ll have two instances of not remembering whatever transpired. I needed to keep my head in the game tonight.

  The bartender quickly returned and handed me my drink. As he did he asked, “Do you even remember my name?”

  I shook my head, drank some beer, and then leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry sweetie, I don’t. I can’t even remember if I paid my tab last time.”

  “Luke paid for it,” he replied. He had a big smile after getting that kiss. “It’s Gabriel. You called me ‘Baby Gabby’ the last time you were here. All the girls call me that now.”

  I giggled and wagged my index finger his way. “That’s on me. It suits you too. By the way, speaking of Luke, did you see him or Travis this evening?”

  Gabby nodded and then pointed to the door, “Oh Luke wasn’t in. I think he said something about fixing their pipes at home or whatever so we got that big guy from Utah doing the song and dance tonight.”

  I looked over to the stage but whoever this “big guy” was he wasn’t performing yet. They instead had a couple of male and female strippers doing a sexy dance number to some rowdy country music.

  “What about Travis?” I followed up my question.

  “He’s out in the back, puking,” Gabby answered and chuckled. “They spiked his drink with something. I think it was supposed to make him fart a lot or whatever but he’s just puking it out and calling everyone backstage assholes.”

  That was genuinely funny and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Who’s idea was that?”

  “Yours,” Gabby answered with a naughty grin on his face and then he walked away to attend to other customers.

  I was laughing inside. Okay, maybe even if I didn’t remember anything that did sound like a prank I would try to pull off. It did sound like something I’d come up with. To think that Travis was on the receiving end of it felt like revenge for him and Luke fucking me without letting me remember the experience.

  Quickly I finished my drink, handed Gabby some cash and asked, “Is this enough for the drink?”

  He nodded and then handed me a few coins, “Change. You going out to check on Travis?”

  “Yep,” I answered and then waved good-bye before stepping back outside. I looked around but I didn’t see anyone out in the parking lot so I walked around the building a bit. Lo and behold I found Travis in the back, by the dumpster, wiping his mouth clean with a handkerchief. He had a white tank top on, jeans and a pair of steel-toe work shoes. This time, however, his
hair wasn’t all slicked back and was a little tussled and wavy. It just made him look even hotter.

  “Hey you,” I greeted as I slowly walked over.

  “H-hey,” he greeted and then spat out the last of his vomit to the side. He wiped his face one last time and then greeted me with a big smile. “It’s so nice to see you. I thought we were never going to see you again. You just up and vanished last time.”

  I winced and clasped my hands together as I tried to reason my way through. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I kind of panicked.”

  “You weren’t panicking when you had two cocks pounding their way into you that night,” he told me. That was so abrupt and rash of an answer I just looked at him, jaw dropped, and found a fire burning in his eyes. I could see the way he looked at me – it was like he was a hungry lion who just spotted prey sitting out in the open.

  “See, that’s what I wanted to talk to you two about,” I said slowly, carefully picking my words. “I don’t remember anything about that night.”

  Travis looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. He then reached down and grabbed his crotch and juggled his junk. “Really? You don’t remember this bad boy?”

  I shook my head and gave him the saddest puppy-eye look I could muster. I even pouted my lips a bit and apologized. “Nope, I don’t remember anything. The last thing I could remember was when you guys ordered me four shots of Spiked Devils.”

  “Wow that was so early in the evening,” he commented. “So you don’t remember dancing with Sarah or Betty? You don’t remember how you gave us a blowjob in front of everybody? You don’t remember how you practically dragged us into the hotel room and let us fuck your brains out?”

  Holy shit this sounds like I was being a total slut that night. Oddly though, that kind of turned me on.