The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Club Ballyhoo

... twin deep-throated him. Her fuck hole clenched around his digits, her ass gripping his other finger as he thrust in and out, causing her to orgasm.

“Don’t fucking stop; don’t stop. Harder. I’m cummminnngg!”

“Fuck, me too,” the waiter yelled.

Tara released his quivering cock from the vacuum of her mouth, aiming the head at her face. Her blurred hands stroked the shaft furiously as his turgid member shot streams of hot spunk onto her cheeks, chin, and lips.

“Cleanup at table two!” Ryanna shouted. “Who’s horny enough to lick it off, Tina... or Tara…whichever twin it is?”

“I’ve got this, queen-bitches!” an effeminate man with a long, oiled, braided beard, wearing a slutty, backless dress, shrieked.

“Lick it off! Lick it off!” the emcee and the club’s patrons chanted as the man ran over to the twins, his gaudy faux-pearl necklace flapping with each step. He knelt between the waiter and Tara, alternating between cleaning the man’s cock and licking the cum off of Tara’s face. Not to be outdone, Tina threw herself on the lavish carpet, freeing the crossdresser’s cock and sucking on it.

“I hope our food comes as fast as you did, cowboy,” Tina smirked when they were done.

As always, the dinner and service were top-notch. Multiple dancers came out and performed, putting the wildest, naughtiest antics of male reviews and vanilla strip clubs to shame. The twins dined on succulent steak, while the multitude of other women feasted on whipped cream they sprayed ...

... on the men’s cocks or ladies’ breasts. The blond twins gorged themselves on the tasty meals, then devoured their massive arsenal of drinks, and the booze kept flowing. They went from tipsy to drunk, then from wasted to shit-faced, yelling, screaming, fondling, sucking, and tossing out tips as if they were rich.

Finally, after the Pumphord twins ate their fills and drank themselves toward oblivion, Princess, the emcee, announced, “And now, my queens, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Prince Charming will take the stage. The odds of him guessing which twin is which, correctly, are an even split tonight. Make your bets, and the bar’s open!”

Prince Charming was simply dreamy. Towering in height, broad in shoulder, and narrow in waist, the hazel-eyed man with the sexy, pronounced cheekbones radiated raw sexuality and a sensual aura. His long, bleached-blond hair fell about his face and shoulders, giving him a tender-hearted, bad-boy vibe. As if sculpted from sinewy granite, his muscular physique demanded attention, despite the quasi-medieval finery he adorned his body with.

As he took the stage, smiling, his arms akimbo, he cut a stunning figure. His fringed, suede boots rose almost up to his knees, billowy, black satin harem pants over his lower portions. He wore a scarlet poet’s shirt, with an open neck and bloused cuffs, a black cord woven through the deep V-shaped cutout around the collar. Shiny, black leather pauldrons of multiple articulated layers covered his ...