Double Desire

by Cassandra Dee

  The lights dimmed and then came on again, the spotlight homing in on a cardboard box in the corner of the bar, big enough to fit a person. Yeah, that seemed about right. No woman jumping out of a cake here. This was a low-rent place, and if some chick popped out of a homeless person’s cardboard box I wouldn’t be surprised.

  Slowly, the top opened, one flap after another, and a shapely arm wound its way out, pushing the box open. It was followed by a shoulder, a glint of blonde hair, and finally a woman in a mask, her boobies bouncing free as she kicked the box apart, stepping out, elegantly in the nude.

  Hmmm, I liked it, but the mask was new. Usually these chicks are completely bare. Maybe they wear some high heels but that’s it. There are no thongs and no pasties. These girls let it all hang out, so what was up with the disguise?

  The mask wasn’t some kind of masquerade ball prop either, with feathers and glittery sequins. It was a lot simpler, like a sheer stocking pulled over her face with a hole for the mouth. You could see the outline of her features but no details. I could make out a pert nose and tiny chin, with lush, kissable lips, but nothing else.

  But the woman was a pro. She threw that blonde hair right and left, swishing it like a mare’s tail, all the while making lewd gestures with her mouth, working that “O” like she was kissing cock, tonguing it, and dipping her head suggestively. God, it looked powerful, like she’d be able to vacuum at 10 Gs, and make any guy blow with a just a couple pulls.

  And her body, it was beautiful, pure seduction. Giant double Ds swung left and right, the nipples a deep pink against creamy skin. Her nips were tight and long, stretched and pointy. She had a tiny waist that flared into generous hips and that ass. It bounced this way and that in time to the music, the girl jiggling and giggling all the while making obscene gestures with her mouth and hand, like she was blowing someone’s dick while mouthing her enjoyment.

  But it got even better. Again, the Tigress isn’t a place that leaves things to the imagination, so this was just an appetizer. The girl bent over slowly while gripping her ankles and spreading her legs in a vee. She ran her hands up and down those silky calves. But what opened was even more gorgeous. Her lips were on display, deep pink, moist and juicy, pulsating with power.

  And she had something stuck in there already. Oh yeah, the girl had prepped herself and was now wiggling her ass, holding her butt cheeks open, tantalizing the crowd with the sight of something jammed into her pussy, her lips stretched uncomfortably with the size. What could it be? I could see a tiny string dangling between her lips, and more than one guy was getting up, determined to pull it out.

  But the blonde was canny. She danced this way and that, swinging her ass so that no guy could quite get their fingers on that tantalizing little string, their fingers trailing down her thighs, over her butt, and stroking those golden curves. Oh god, she was coming closer. I could almost smell her pussy on its way over, and I could see a gleam of wet on her thighs. The cream was so luscious, so aromatic that even in this rank place I could practically taste that sweet liquid.

  And what do you know, but the girl stopped in front of my brother. I heard her laugh throatily, trailing her red nails over his cock, following the giant vein on the top. My brother, that fucker, had popped his fly the minute the girl made her entrance, stroking his boner like a madman. And how do I know? Because he was already at a full ten inches.

  Oh yeah, we’re more than a little endowed. We’re fucking monsters and Colt was at it today. His dick was primed already, the balls high and tight, the vein running along the top already pulsating visibly because he was so fucking jacked.

  The girl laughed with anticipation when she saw it. Maybe she’d even seen it across the room because it was so massive. Like a pro, she squeezed his balls, fingering those sacs while savoring the feel of soft, silky man skin. My bro jerked, his head falling back, grunting with pleasure as she touched, and was it my imagination or did her fingers run lower, stroking all the way down to that space beneath his balls, that private skin between his sack and anus?

  “Like it big boy?” she said throatily, her mouth pursing suggestively with those red lips oh so tantalizing. What would it feel like to have them wrapped around my cock? I had to know.

  But this was the Colt show so far. His dick was now even bigger if that was possible, pointing straight at the stripper as she touched and fondled him, the tip literally dripping with semen. Oh yeah, the Tigress’s floor was sticky with dried beer and sticky semen.

  But Colt wasn’t taking no for an answer. The girl had crossed the line and he had to get off somehow, either into or onto that beautiful body, it didn’t matter. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap. She giggled as he spun her so that her head was between his knees, looking at the ground, with her legs up over his shoulders.

  And of course that beautiful, steamy pussy was just inches from his face. Breathing in deeply, he inhaled, enjoying the singular smell of female cunt before reaching down and tugging the white string.

  At first nothing happened because there was too much resistance. Her pussy was too tight, and whatever inside was stuck. But then with a pop, exit was made and this girl was ours.

  A fucking five inch ball popped out, the rubber bright pink and textured, ribbed for her pleasure, and dripping with ambrosia. The blonde squealed in Colt’s lap, her face hidden between his legs as her hands on his thighs gripped suddenly, digging into his jeans. Those long, lithe legs kicked reflexively, the stimulation to her cunt too much. She was losing it too.

  Was it my imagination, or had her legs spread even wider on his shoulders, her body relaxing, prepping itself for entry? She was ready for his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and also my mouth.

  Because I wanted in. I had to taste the girl, and get my little piece of heaven. My dick was out and I whipped it this way and that, jacking up for a double drill.

  I stood on the other side of the stripper. She couldn’t see me but I had a full view of those beautiful ass cheeks, jiggling this way and that, red already from big hands grabbing, squeezing, and slapping those creamy mounds until they were rosy with arousal.

  Without any warning, I plunged my face between those hilltops, letting pure instinct drive me. My tongue traced that beautiful crevice, savoring the hot, musty taste of female animal.

  Oh shit. Something was familiar. I straightened immediately, my knees shaking, my dick still trembling with arousal because it was my sister Karlie. I’d recognize the taste and smell of her sweet pussy anywhere.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Karlie

  I’d giggled while peeking out from behind the curtain. I’d been getting ready backstage, patting powder you know where when Joy, a gorgeous blonde, started to shriek.

  “Oh my god, they’re back!” she’d screamed, her breasts jiggling, bouncing up and down as she announced her observation to the world.

  We’re a bunch of strippers, so it takes a lot to excite us because we’ve seen it all, from dudes with no teeth to cowboys in chains.

  But a couple girls rushed to the curtain edge, peeking out from behind the velvet with coos of, “Oh where? Do you see them?” “Oh my god, the entire team is here,” and finally, “Whose turn is it to do the blue light? Because I’m not sure if I can manage.”

  Not able to manage? That was hard to believe. Again, we’re professionals with the most elastic bodies, and the most accommodating sweet spots. Not being able to manage meant something real special.

  As a matter of fact, it was my turn to do the blue light. It’s the most depraved thing ever, and I can’t believe I’m so into the specials. But they make my insides tingle, and my toes curl with anticipation. Whatever happened to sweet little Karlie, high school senior? But I know inside I was never that sweet. I was demure, sure, but it was a disguise. Inside, I was hungry, pure and simple, dreaming of being taken in every way, shape and form.

  And my brothers were the stars of the show in my mind at least. It was their giant cocks that I imagined,
loving, sucking, and doing them this way and that until we collapsed in a sweaty mess.

  But it was purely in my brain because Cain and Colt were ignoring me still. Or even worse, not even ignoring, less than that. I was an afterthought to them, just someone who happened to live in their house like a piece of silent furniture.

  I still spy on them sometimes, silently moaning from behind their door as the boys banged one girl after another, totally unaware of my presence. It was so unfair. Why was I always on edge around them, electrified by their very proximity, while they were completely oblivious to me?

  But mornings were practically routine at this point. A beautiful girl coming down the stairs, her hair disheveled, her body sore, limping sometimes from the double pummel she’d gotten the night before.

  Me, on the staircase silent as a mouse, looking on with wide eyes. I was dressed in my flannel jammies, which was a stark contrast to the girl’s negligee which was usually torn in a couple places. One lacy strap would slip over her shoulder, almost baring a rosy nipple.

  “Hey,” one of my brothers would grunt, the other reaching for a coffee.

  “Hiya,” she’d coo, her eyes flirtatious, a couple hickeys on her long, slim throat.

  “Oh hey, want some breakfast?” they’d ask casually, tossing back a carton of orange juice in the meantime.

  The girl would simper and make some excuse about how she was never hungry in the mornings, but her eyes inevitably swung back to the men, ravenous even though they’d just put her through the wringer.

  “Colt, Cain,” she’d begin, “When am I going to see you next?”

  That always brought a moment of silence but my brothers had seen this movie before.

  “Soon, chica, soon,” said Colt between mouthfuls of sausage.

  “Did you say tomorrow?” the girl cooed. “I’m free starting at 3 p.m.”

  She was probably free all day. She’d cut school, quit her job, and do whatever they wanted to be with the twins again.

  But my brothers were pros, and this was routine morning-after chitchat.

  “Sorry,” drawled Cain. “We’ve got practice. There’s a game coming up. Maybe after.”

  Now it was her turn to pout.

  “But when?” she demanded, her voice rising to a whiny high-pitched squeal. God, it sounded bad. It was kind of arousing when they were fucking her, drilling her front and back, but now her voice just sounded like nails on chalkboard.

  Colt answered nonchalantly.

  “Chica, you know we have a big game coming up. We can’t make any promises. But we’ll see you around, okay? Cain and I loved last night. It was awesome and we have a keepsake for you.” With that, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a used condom, the latex limp and slimy, the tip filled with creamy liquid which could only be one thing.

  “Oh my god!” breathed the blonde. “Is this the one …?” her voice trailed off.

  My brothers nodded. I knew exactly what they were referring to. I’d been spying on them again while masturbating to the threesome. Colt had drilled her good, coming hard in that pretty pussy and filling the condom with cum. And then after all was well and done, he’d unrolled it. I was sure he was going to toss it in the trash.

  But instead, he’d handed it to Cain, who took the rubber while grunting with satisfaction.

  “Oh yeah, stretched out,” he rumbled. “Perfect.”

  And my eyes flew open at what happened next. Because he started pulling the used condom over his massive dong, his dick straining this way and that as it was sheathed in tight rubber, the latex constricting his penis. It must have been painful because his face was a blend of agony and ecstasy, but finally the job was done and he had the condom on, the tip already filled with jizz.

  “Turn around little girl,” he grunted. “It’s time.”

  And with that, the fucking continued until both my brothers came again, this time Cain shooting his baby batter into the used rubber, that precious cream mixing until it was a perfect blend of DNA.

  Now, they were offering it to Chrissy as a take-home prize. It was a souvenir from their night together.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, looking at the rubber, holding it up to the light as she licked her lips, remembering the depravity. “Yes, yes, yes,” she sighed.

  And with that, Colt and Cain were done. They were courteous, showing her to the door, helping her on with her coat, even walking her to her car, before slamming the door behind her.

  But when they got back to the house, it was almost as if the girl had never existed.

  “Good pussy,” grunted one to the other.

  “Amazing,” agreed the other, and that was it. It was onto the next one, I knew I’d never see Chrissy again.

  Believe it or not, I’ve witnessed this scene multiple times. My brothers bring a string of beautiful, creaming women home, the females only too happy to service gorgeous twins. It’s been frustrating, my body shaking and trembling as I watch girl after girl get taken while wishing it were me.

  As a result, I’ve been going to the Tigress on nights when I’m desperate, when I have to let the real Karlie out and put myself on display. I live my own life, and tonight was going to be my first blue light special. I’d thought about it some. After all, was I really ready to have sex in public? After five minutes of deliberation, I knew the answer was yes. I wanted it. I wanted to open myself to new experiences, and this was just the thing.

  When Joy squealed about the football team, my interest was piqued because it’s good preparation for blue lights. It’s not like we go out there and make love to a random dude. Instead, most girls prepare a little. The standard protocol is to scope out the audience, pick out a hot guy or two, and then home in on your prey once the show started.

  I peeped out, looking into the gloom and gasped. The entire Saratoga Eagles football team was here, and my brothers were at the center, those chiseled faces and athletic builds unmistakable even in the dim light.

  Holy shit! This could be my chance to do Cain and Colt. It was exactly what I needed. But I didn’t want anyone to know that I was doing them. What to do? Hmmm.

  I turned to the “treasure chest” we keep backstage. It’s a box stuffed to the brim with all sorts of things that strippers might need: pasties, lube for you know where, double-sided tape, and props, leftover from past shows.

  The props we use are wonderful. There are toys, dildos, balls, gloves, and more. I fumbled through the chest until I found what I was looking for. A discreet mesh mask, the fabric as sheer as a stocking, with a cut-out for the mouth. It was perfect because it’d hide my features, giving me an air of mystery, while letting me see the crowd without any problem.

  I donned it, and then pulled on a blonde wig to better disguise myself. Thank god it was dim in the club because the wig wasn’t exactly expensive. You’d never think that this was my real hair by daylight. But so long as it covered my brunette locks, that was enough.

  Once the blue light flicked on overhead, I assumed my place, crouching in the cardboard box in the corner. It wasn’t exactly classy. This wasn’t a cake or a giant shiny present. It was just a cardboard box that looked like part of the weekly recycling. But I loved it, because no one suspected anything.

  And the spotlight felt so good as I languidly pulled the box apart to show my limbs, bathing in the golden light until I was completely revealed. The roar from the crowd was enormous, and the men’s grunts and growls turned me on, making me shimmy and shake ever more sinuously, baring myself for the male attention.

  But I knew what I wanted. The Eagles were in the back. They were a group of massive men, and toned, athletic alpha males. Colt and Cain were dominant among them. They were a head taller, darker, with a predatory air even in the dim atmosphere.

  I sashayed to the back as stray hands trailed over my curves, men unable to resist stroking my golden flanks as I made my way through the tables. What can I say? This is the Tigress, and patrons like to touch.

  But I was l
ike a magnet drawn to a pole. My brothers were beckoning, their eyes following my every move and glued to my curves. Finally I stopped in front of Colt, my body twisting in time to the beat while moving with the music.

  “Hi big boy,” I breathed. It was spot on because he had his dick out, that massive boner pointing straight at me, ten inches to the max. I gasped and stilled for just a second. Oh my god, what was I getting myself into? Could I take it? Could I do it?

  But I was determined to try. They obviously had no idea who I was. The football team had closed like a circle around us, the heat of the male gazes turning me on, and making my body squirm with an intensity that jolted me to my toes.

  With a delicate red nail, I traced Colt’s boner, reaching down to squeeze his sacs, running those balls between my fingers before massaging a vein that pulsed along the top. His cock jerked in my palm, and I smiled.

  “Do you like it big boy?” I breathed again, cooing a bit.

  Colt was in the grip of a pre-orgasm already, his jaw clenched, head thrown back as he struggled not to move, his dick literally shaking with energy as I palmed it. I took the opportunity to reach down and massage that little space below his sacs, that sensitive spot that only the dirtiest of girls know, smiling slyly.

  That did it. With a roar, Colt seized my hips and pulled me onto his lap, spinning me around so that I faced forward. With big hands, he pushed me down so that my legs were up on his shoulders, headfirst between his knees. What the? This was a position that I’d only seen on-screen, done by professionals. Oh wait, but I was a professional now.

  I didn’t have long to wait. With a gust of warm air, he was on me, his mouth kissing my twat, savoring each slick fold while devouring me from up above.

  “Oh!” I squealed, squirming, almost losing my balance in the precarious position. But Colt held me securely. He was a strong man with thighs like tree trunks, and his biceps bulged as he pinned his prey in place.