Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Yes?” one twin asks, a black brow arched with amusement. “For what?”
“Do you need to lube something?” his brother smirks, that mobile mouth so passionate and yet cruel at once. “Please, by all means tell us so we can be good hosts.”
Oh my god, I could kiss these men, and yet punch them too! Their innuendos and double entendres are off the charts, and frankly, insulting too. As a result, I straighten and toss my blonde locks, the big bottle of ketchup still in one hand.
“I just need some grease for my heels,” I say in a lofty tone. “These shoes are uncomfortable, and the back is rubbing against one of my ankles, so I thought I’d use some mayonnaise as a lubricant.”
There’s a startled pause.
“Oh really,” the first brother rumbles, still looking insanely handsome and amused at once. “The ketchup, I mean mayonnaise, is for your shoe.”
“We’d be happy to help you grease whatever you like,” his twin adds in a low tone, a chuckle infusing his voice. “Anywhere, anything, on your body. Just let us know, pretty girl.”
I stare at the two men, my big bust rising and falling in the intimacy of the small storeroom. It’s hot and my head feels like it’s going to burst, and yet I’m also conscious of a delicious wetness forming between my thighs. OMG, I can’t believe I’m attracted to such assholes! I need to get out of here before something really embarrassing happens. But how? Their two massive forms block the only way out.
“Um, I’m okay, thanks,” I say in what I hope is a calm tone. “Now, if you’ll just excuse me,” I say with a pointed look at the door behind the two men. “I’ll be getting to my lubrications.”
The men don’t budge at all. They resemble twin mountains, so tall and gorgeous, with flashing blue eyes and knowing grins on their mouths.
“Like my bro said, we’re more than happy to help with any lubricating you might need,” the first one speaks in an amused drawl. “But where are my manners? I’m Brandon Coleman.”
“And I’m Brent,” his twin chimes from behind him. “Where do you need lubed again? Show us, and let us help, sweetheart. I think you’ll appreciate the ... ah, sensations that four hands can bring. We’re only too happy to be of assistance.”
I stare at the men because are they for real? Are they really saying these vile words, while blocking my way to the door? But as I color and gasp, they smile knowingly, flashing movie-star white grins.
“There’s no need to be shy,” Brandon growls. “Or offended, for that matter, because you’re here to party with us.”
“Resistance is futile,” Brent adds, a sly smile on his face as he toys with the fly of his pants. “You know you want it, sweetheart. Have you ever sampled two at once?”
I gasp because the truth is that I do want to know what it’s like. I’m so sick of being a nerdy girl who’s holed up in the library with her books at all hours. I’m so tired of always spending my Friday nights reading magazines while snacking on powdery donuts and looking like a snowy mountain top afterwards. Now, these handsome alpha males are offering me a chance at pure, unadulterated fantasy ... and I might just take them up on it.
5
Brent
She’s gorgeous, even when taken by surprise. The blonde woman parts her plush pout in a gasp as her big tits heave beneath that tiny mini-dress. Who are we kidding, anyways? That thing’s barely even a dress. It looks like a tube of fabric that’s stretched to the max over her large Double D tits, and it’s so short that she’s practically flashing her cunt at every step. Literally, it’s so tiny that I can see the shine of fluid on her ivory thighs, and it’s then that I know my brother and I are golden. The beautiful blonde’s pussy is wet with arousal because she wants us. Of course she does.
After all, my twin and I are prime examples of masculinity and dominance. We’re both six four, with dark hair, arresting blue eyes, and the faces of a Roman general. Our profiles are patrician, and we could easily be members of the aristocracy, or an angry god ready to mete his wrath on the populace.
But it’s our physiques that have the ladies panting for more, and what can I say? Genetics gave us the good stuff, and we’ve worked and honed relentlessly so that we have the bodies of gladiators, ready to take on friend or foe. Both Brandon and I have broad shoulders, chests like tanks, and bulging biceps. Our thighs are thick and heavy, but there’s a part of us that our luscious girl hasn’t seen yet ... and yet that she knows is there.