by Katie Ford
He was just as desperate because he yanked my panties off, the soft silk tearing with an audible rip. His hands roamed my pussy, trailing through my folds, and I could feel another chuckle deep in his chest as he sampled how wet I was, my cunny dripping with female juice.
“Please,” I moaned, grinding against his hand. “I need it!”
“No worries, girlie,” he rumbled. “It’s coming … umphf!” he grunted.
And with that, he plugged me with his dick, his cock so fast, hard and enormous that I shrieked in surprise, completely airtight and overtaken with his maleness. He was so big that his cock literally lifted me up into the air, my little cunny struggling to fit him, stretched and pulled uncomfortably against that massive glans. But I kept trying, wriggling, moaning and writhing against him, and with the help of my juices, soon he was fully seated in me, that monster cock buried all the way up to the balls.
I wish I could tell you this was a soft, delicate fuck as we sweetly explored each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t. We were strangers, and I didn’t even know his name as he fucked me like an animal, his hips lifting me with each thrust, my cunny forced to accommodate, drooling with arousal.
And I came harder than I’d ever come before. My body splintered in his arms as a wave of tremors ran through my snatch, stars popping beneath my eyelids as I moaned into his mouth. My breasts were painfully sensitized and I crushed them against his chest as I twisted and jerked in his arms.
He swallowed my moans, his mouth in a deep kiss as his penis erupted in my vagina, shooting virile pulses of man milk into my cunt. I was too aroused to count, but there must have been at least six jets, six deposits of sweet cum in my snatch, the white hot heat searing me, spraying my fertile fields.
As I slid back to consciousness, I gasped. I’d just fucked a gorgeous man and my body was completely attuned to him, waiting for his next move, expecting to be petted and stroked in the aftermath of our lust. But no such aftercare was forthcoming. Instead he pulled out, pulled down my mini-skirt, and slapped me on the ass, giving me a brief kiss on the cheek.
“Well met, little one,” he whispered in my ear as he walked away. I gaped. Suddenly I felt curiously alone, cold and empty, even as his sperm slipped down my thigh. Fuck, what had just happened?
CHAPTER FIVE
Kristen
I fumed as I yanked on a bustier, adjusting the strings to pull my waist tight. I wasn’t exactly the skinniest girl, but I wanted to show off my curves, make myself irresistible. As I struggled into a matching tube skirt, Amy looked at me doubtfully.
“Seriously, Kris, what were you expecting? You were a hot fuck in a club, nothing more. You can’t exactly expect anything,” she reasoned.
I was silent, checking my make-up in the mirror. The bartender had walked off, leaving me without a second glance. But things weren’t that easy … or so I told myself.
“I want to interview him,” I said airily. “I’m doing a piece of bars and clubs in the city, an expose of sorts, and I just want to talk,” I said.
Amy spluttered. “Oh please, Kris. You want to give that hot bartender an earful for walking off on you, plus you want to ride that dick again, admit it.”
And I paused, unable to hide a small smile. Yeah, if he fucked me again, I wouldn’t object. After all, Darren wasn’t doing the job, and if I got some good orgasms in, maybe I could concentrate better, do better in school, launch my career, who knows.
“Don’t worry about me, I’m a reporter,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh I’m not worried about you,” said Amy pointedly. “It’s him I feel for.”
As I sashayed into the club, I saw him immediately, standing against the wall surveying the scene. Odd, I didn’t know bartenders moonlighted as management because tonight he was definitely part of the executive staff, dressed to kill in a suit, the perfectly cut fabric hugging his muscular frame. My mouth started to water just looking at his patrician profile, the strong chin, those gleaming blue eyes penetrating and sharp.
And I wanted him, there was no doubt. My cunny started dripping again, my panties moistening, and I craved another ride on his member, pressing myself against that muscular hard body. I sauntered over.
“Hey stranger, remember me?” I said with a cheeky smile.
His eyes swept me from head to toe, appreciating my lush curves, but he didn’t confirm or deny. “You look great,” he growled.
“Thanks,” I smiled. “Meet me in the back?”
His eyebrows flew up but he nodded. “Sure, just give me fifteen.”
Fifteen minutes, just like last night. I found our little hidey hole again, this time pulling off my clothes in anticipation. Last night, I’d been fully clothed and he’d ripped my panties off for access to my pussy. This time, I wanted to be prepared, and left only my high heels on, my body bare for his gaze.
And it worked. When he stepped in, he came to an immediate halt, his eyes glued to my form, taking in my Double D breasts, my ample hips and my pretty pink cunny. Tantalizingly, I reached between my legs and spread my lips, baring that hot pink channel to his gaze.
“Like what you see, big guy?” I cooed.
He was on me in a flash, his dick out, his glans probing hotly at my hole. With a shriek of pleasure, I gave myself up to him again. His member rubbed against my clit and then fucked my little vagina, pushing me up in the air with its massive length, forcing me onto my tippy toes as I struggled to accommodate his girth.
“Oh fuuuuck!” I cried, voicing my pleasure, my juices squirting everywhere, lubing his shaft.
His only reply was a grunt as he positioned me to take more, angling his hips, thrusting so that he could get inside. And just like last night, with a bit of writhing and gyrating, he was balls-deep again, his pubes pressed up against my pelvic bone.
He began fucking me without abandon, trashing my little cunt, using me like a fuckdoll. And despite my resolution to talk, to make him hear me out, I completely forgot what I was there for, and let him take me, my pussy hot and tight, swallowing his member, stretching and pulling against that hot shaft.
He let out a guttural cry and with a loud “FUCK!” came in my body, again spurting that sweet, hot cream all over my insides. As the deposits landed, my snatch started shivering, the orgasm building in my spine before rolling through my cunt, my pussy muscles clenching down on him as he ejaculated, pulling that sweet man milk into my depths.
With a sigh, I let my head drop against his shoulder, like a flower too heavy for its stem. I was panting, breathing heavily as he pulled out, his dick covered in my juices, sperm smeared all over his pole. I caught my breath to speak but he sealed my mouth with a deep kiss.
“Later, little one,” he growled, tucking himself back into his pants. And as I gaped, naked with his sperm spilling from my pussy, he left me, striding back out into the club.
CHAPTER SIX
Tyler
“Troy, come on!” I yelled down the hallway. My twin appeared, handsome, cocky, freshly-showered, his hair slicked back. I rolled my eyes. He was such a freaking pretty boy, but then again, we were going to a fancy restaurant to meet my dad’s new girlfriend.
I wasn’t looking forward to it. My dad had dated a couple women over the years, most of them okay, dull but okay. Their idea of a good time was a sedate lunch at the local family restaurant, where early bird specials attracted octogenarians.
This dinner, however, seemed a bit more elaborate. Evidently his new girlfriend had expensive tastes because she’d booked us a table at Le Fleur Elyse, a swanky restaurant downtown.
“Come on asshole!” I hollered again.
“Shut your trap, I’m ready,” said my brother good-naturedly. I admit, he looked good. We’re identical twins, so I say that without any jealousy or vanity – after all, I look exactly the same. We inherited our mom’s striking looks, the jet black hair, the sapphire eyes, and we take care of what we have. As members of the entertainment industry, it’s important to present wel
l, and Troy and I make sure to work-out, eat healthy, and wear clothes that fit us properly.
As we entered the restaurant, a sense of foreboding came over me. My brother and I had been unusually promiscuous this past week. Don’t get me wrong, we’re always fucking girls, but this week we’d both taken a young girl bareback, without even getting her name. When we discussed it later, we realized it was the same girl … evidently she’d fucked Troy first at the club, and then returned the next night and fucked me, thinking I was him. With a nonchalant shrug, I slammed the car door. Such is the depraved life we lead.
But as we neared the table, I got the shock of my life. My brother stiffened too, almost stopping in his tracks. Because there, sitting at the table was the little girl we’d reamed, sweet and pretty, the wildcat tamed with her hands folded demurely in her lap.
She gasped when she saw us, but recovered quickly, smoothing her expression. She was even more beautiful here than in the club. Her figure was curvaceous, all big boobs and ample hips, with some juice on her backside, you know what I mean? And speaking of juice – we’d felt her personal cream dripping all over our dicks, that pussy hungry and drooling for our shafts.
But our faces were impassive as the introductions were made.
“Oh you must be Troy and Tyler!” my dad’s new girlfriend said warmly. “Now Krissy, say hello,” she admonished. The middle-aged woman seemed fine. I guess boring is my dad’s type.
But her daughter was evidently completely different. Krissy smiled sweetly at us, shaking our hands. “How do you do?” she said with a secret smile.
My brother and I grunted something in return, I’m not even sure what, we were completely floored by this perverse turn of events.
But as we sat, my dad took Ann’s hand and spoke. “I wanted this occasion to be special because Ann and I have an announcement to make,” he said, smiling at the middle-aged woman. “Ann and I were married last week in Mexico!” he said triumphantly. “You’re looking at the new Mrs. Lyon!”
My eyes flashed to her left hand, and sure enough there was a whopper of a diamond, complimented by a new tennis bracelet which gleamed on her wrist. But the jewelry wasn’t a big deal … after all, my dad could afford it.
It was the realization that Troy and I had fucked this particular girl … our new stepsister, who was now looking at us, aghast, with fury and lust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Troy
One thing I have to say is that our new little sister is tenacious. She wants to be a reporter, and the way she sticks to a line of questioning drives Tyler and I nuts.
“But what do you guys do at Club Luxe?” she asked. “What’s a normal day of work like?”
I sighed, exasperated. It was 10 a.m. and I’d just gotten back after another night, not day, of working and partying. I was beat and ready for a shower before crashing, hopefully in blessed silence and utter darkness.
My twin and I own a couple clubs and bars, including the aforementioned Club Luxe. The pressure is intense as a business owner and we work seven days a week, overseeing our sprawling empire.
But that’s not even half of it because, you see, we’re engaged in a far more illicit and lucrative trade. We manage a ring of escorts, providing model-quality girls to carefully pre-screened clients. So the bars and clubs are perfect fronts, money-making enterprises which are demanding and profitable, but ultimately a cover for the real cash cow.
But Krissy knew none of this. I could hardly believe the turn of events our lives had taken recently. The girl had come to the club twice, fucking my brother one night and me the next, thinking we were the same person. As identical twins, it can be easy to make that mistake, especially when a woman is overcome by lust and the lights are dim. But the mistake had reached Herculean proportions when we’d gone to a lunch to meet my dad’s new wife and stepdaughter.
My brother and I had practically stopped in our tracks, the surprise like a massive cannonball to the head. Because the girl we’d fucked was sitting at the table, demure and pretty, her legs crossed as if she hadn’t just done us both.
“Troy, Tyler, meet your new stepsister,” rumbled my dad. Evidently he’d married Ann in a quickie wedding in Mexico after dating five months. It was fast, but who knows? Old people don’t have that much longer on the earth anyways.
But the shotgun ceremony also came with an abrupt change in living arrangements. One was that Ann was going to start traveling with my dad on his various business trips. Robert works in oil, and has done for his whole career. A business trip for him might involve a month in Venezuela, followed by three months at a rig in the North Sea. I didn’t know you could bring women to some of these places, but I guess my dad is high level enough now such that spouses are permitted.
But the fall-out is that Krissy moved in with me and my brother. At first, we’d protested. Our bachelor pad is no place for a teen girl, even one who considers herself “enlightened.”
“No Dad, no fucking way, absolutely not,” ground out my brother. “She’s a teenage female. No fucking way.”
“Isn’t there some place else she could go?” I asked, bewildered. “I mean, seriously, boarding school or some shit like that?”
Robert had frowned.
“Krissy is a senior in high school, and it’d be cruel to make her transfer now. She’s already applied to college, and it’s only six months before she leaves. It’s temporary,” he assured. “You’ll survive.”
I was tempted to hit my father with the truth, that my brother and I are pimps who fuck and suck a rotating crowd of women non-stop at our apartment. But fuck it. It was only six months, and while it’d be a serious cramp in our style, we understood that he wanted things to go smoothly with his new family.
But it meant that my brother and I had to put up with a brat for the next six months, right under our noses.
“Come on Troy,” Krissy continued, batting her lashes at me. “What did you get up to last night? How was work?”
If only she knew. I’d bounced two losers out of the club hard, before retreating to the back room for some wheeling and dealing. A new girl was trying out last night, and Tyler and I had observed a seductive strip-tease, followed by a one-on-one session with a vibrator to gage her fit for the job. Fortunately, the vibrator had been a ten incher, and she was perfect “fit,” you get me?
But no way was I telling my little sister any of that.
“You know, same ole same ole,” I said yawning. Fuck, I was tired. “Listen Kris, I gotta crash. Shit has been hitting the fan like a fucking nuclear bomb, I gotta be up in a few hours to do business again. So scram,” I said, not unkindly, heading up the stairs. Hopefully she’d be gone by the time I woke up, and I could focus on what really mattered … the new shipment of girls coming in.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Krissy
Fuck! Troy had blown me off again. Since moving in with my new brothers two weeks ago, I’d made absolutely no progress researching the entertainment industry. They were like stone walls, blocking me at every turn, no quarter whatsoever.
I’d tried my hardest too. I was always walking around in seductive outfits to get them to take me to the club. Gone were my comfy plaid PJ’s, I’d traded them for silky sweet night things that barely covered my breasts, my curves on display. Plus, I’d invested in some bikinis, hoping that they’d be tempted to join me out by the pool sometime, maybe going for a skinny dip in the warm water.
But no such luck. It turns out that my brothers work like fiends. I mean, I know they’re ambitious, but Troy and Tyler are a bartender and bouncer respectively. I don’t see why they have to be gone all the time, coming home to crash before heading back out immediately. Obviously, Darren, my ex, is long gone. That loser with the little prick has nothing to offer compared to my brothers.
I guess ever since fucking my steps, my inner woman has blossomed, and I’m doubly alert to their male rhythms. Sometimes I dream of Troy and Tyler’s cocks, of how I struggled to take their members in
me, my little body tight and wet, only to wake up panting and frustrated. And now I was in their vicinity, their apartment a constant reminder of them, the furniture masculine, male articles of clothing strewn about. Picking up a sweater, I lifted it to my nose. Was I being gross? But the scent was woody and citrusy at once, a stark reminder of Troy and Tyler. Fuck, my cunny was dripping again.
I could hear the shower from the hallway, Troy humming as the water pounded. The door was slightly ajar, and I nudged it a bit forward, just enough to see through the crack. The sight made my breath catch.
Water sluiced off of Troy’s back, rivulets tracing the heavy musculature, his tats gorgeous and almost alive in the steamy heat. His hair trailed wetly, and I watched as the shower pounded his lower back, trailing to his ass, that piece of male flesh hard and firm before moving down his heavy thighs.
As he turned slightly, I gasped aloud. Yes, his dick was big, but even more so … he was aroused. In my memories, I’d forgotten how hard, hot and thick a piece of live cock can be, and the penis before me was all that and then some. He was at least ten inches, his member bulging, sticking straight out from his body, deep purple from arousal, the head juicy and engorged. And he was stroking it – the humming I’d heard was actually moaning, my brother with one arm braced on the shower wall as he palmed himself.
