Double Trouble (1)

this is verrah dark. One might even call it…perverted. But gosh, I *had* to write it. Had to. ~n~

His eyes widened when she…when they…walked into the bar. Brunettes always caught his eye, but twins? His cock twitched, because what guy hadn’t had his share of fantasies about twins.

And they were…freaks.

They had one body. Two arms. Two legs, two big-assed tits.

And two fucking heads.

He had looked, then poked himself. Yeah. One girl. Two heads. Did that make them one person? Or two? He had seen something about this on youtube a long time ago, they were called Siamese twins. Yeah.

This, this was a freaking fantasy come to life.

He made his way across the bar to where the young women stood. He resisted the urge to buy them a ‘double’, sliding the bill across the bar to the bartender.

“Give them whatever they want to drink, Ed,” he said. Two heads turned to look at him. Four pair of deep brown eyes.

“Thanks.” The voice was smooth and sexy, flirtatious.

“Thanks but I don’t take drinks from strangers.” Firm, no-nonsense.

“I do.” Twin on the left said with a smile. She ordered a fuzzy navel.  And a “Sex on the Beach” for her sister.

“You’re too fucking uptight, Thea. Relax, drink your drink and let’s have some fun for a change.”

“Fun in a bar with strangers? Where is the fun in that, Sin? Where?” She turned to look at her sister.  “You know I didn’t want to come in here…”

“Relax,” he interjected, laying a calming hand on the uptight twins side. “I’m not up to anything. I’m curious, yeah. I’d be fucking lying if I didn’t say that, right? I’ll bet that you’d freaking hate that. Fake people coming up to you. I just want some conversation from a pair of very lovely girls. What happens…or doesn’t happen…is up to you two.”

He was proud of that little speech…and really…it was the truth. He was a fucking dog, to be sure. He had a hard-on that was banging on the backside of his fly like a fucking toothache. Fuck one twin, willingly there, while the other was deeply against it? Geezuz, what guy didn’t have that kind of sick fantasy now and again?

“So, do you fuck around a lot?”

“Sin! For God’s sake!”

The twin, Sin, stuck her tongue out at her sister, Thea, then peered around her to look at him. Oh shit. His cock was oozing pre-cum already.

“Uh…define “a lot”, ” he said, dodging the question with a laugh.

“Well…would you fuck me? Even if Ms. Tight-panties here objects?”

He blinked. Never, ever, in his wildest fucking fantasies had he imagined something like this.

He moved around them, closer to the side where Sin was, draping his hand around her waist and cupping her ass.

“Get your hand OFF my ass,” Thea hissed. He smiled, sliding it down to the other cheek. Sin smiled up at him.

“mmmmm, that’s nice. So, would you? Could you? She can be pretty fucking dour.”

“You seem mighty desperate to get laid, little lady,” he said, looking down into the pool of liquid brown fire in her eyes. He swore he could feel a drop of precum sliding down the side of his bunched shaft, cobbled as it was by his tight jeans. He took her hand, laid it atop his shaft through his pants.

Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a small “O” of  surprise. The sound came out as a low moan.

“Sin, for God’s sake, would you stop?” There was a bit of a lurch, as Thea tried to push away from the bar. Sin wrapped her arm around him, angling her side of their shared body against his.

“Fuck me, please?” she whispered into his ear. He heard the need. The desperation.

He kissed the side of her neck, sucking her earlobe into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the outer whorls of her ear, as his left hand found her breast, squeezing that round orb of flesh. She moaned, leaning harder into him.

Thea’s eyes opened wide. She was obviously feeling just as much as her twin was.

“My place isn’t far.” He spoke softly into Sin’s ear.

“Exit, stage wrong,” whispered Thea, as they turned, holding his hand and left the bar.

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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2 Responses to Double Trouble (1)

  1. Wordwytch says:

    Yeah, Dark, but sort of funny in a perverted way. Dear, you take the prize with this one. 🙂

  2. dryfly2005 says:

    I think the good one isn’t sooooo good at all. This is really different, but very good. Tip

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