The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo

... costumed to reflect women’s sexual fantasies made flesh. The obligatory bare chest and bow tie, a sexy policeman, a construction worker, and a secret agent in package-revealing yoga pants and a tuxedo jacket milled about with all the others, serving and servicing the ladies. As always, the place was rowdy and chaotically wild; men may have more strip clubs at their disposal, but women away from husbands, boyfriends, and society’s prying, judgmental eyes are dirtier, far less inhibited, and much more sexually aggressive.

“Hiya, Princess,” the twins chortled to the emcee, one of the owners.

“Double trouble twins in the house,” she announced. “Give it up for Tina and Tara Pump-hard, the hottest double vision you’ll ever see, my queens.” In Club Ballyhoo, every woman was a queen, and every male patron was a King or Queen, depending on their preference.

A waiter, quite the handsome, muscle-bound hunk, wearing chaps, a G-string, cowboy boots, a fringed, brown leather vest, and a cowboy hat, took their dinner order.

“We’ll have the sirloin tips with mixed vegetables and loaded baked potatoes; keep the drinks flowing. For dessert, we’ll have the strawberry whipped cream cans.”

“Excellent choices, my queens. May I do anything else for you lovely ladies?”

“One thing,” Tara yelled. “Don’t move. I want my appetizer.”

The toga-clad nymph jumped off her plush, velvet-covered chair, and sank to her knees before the cowboy-costumed waiter. Groping at his cock through ...

... his denim-patterned G-string, she stared up at him, waiting for his permission. The man smiled and nodded, and Tara tore at his sexy thong, grabbing his cock.

“Lookie, lookie,” Ryanna announced. "One of the T-N-T twins is already letting loose. You go, queen. Suck that cock; suck that cock.”

The entire club took up the chant. Not that either twin needed encouragement, but the social bond that permeated the atmosphere of the Ballyhoo was infectious. Tara screamed an impassioned shout, then plunged her mouth over the waiter’s cock, thrusting her head up and down the shaft with enthusiasm and lusty verve. Not to be outdone, Tina stood and walked over to the smiling, moaning man. She grabbed his hand and placed it over her soaked pussy, through the high, revealing slit of her dress.

“That’s it,” Tina moaned. “Get me nice and wet, partner.”

“Oh fuck, you suck a mean cock,” he sighed as Tara, having sucked him to rock-hardness, did her oral magic.

“She’s a cocksucking whore, but my cunt’s tighter.”

“Slut,” Tara accused, momentarily taking her greedy mouth off the waiter’s shaft.

“Dirty skank, fingering yourself while giving head in public.” She turned to the cowboy waiter. “Stick a finger up my ass; it will make me cum.”

Feeling free and aroused, the onlookers, cheering and clapping, adding more fuel to her horny fires, Tina grabbed the waiter, kissing him, passionately, and her hands roamed all over his muscular torso while he fingered her and her identical ...