Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
After all, me and my friend are huge men. At home, we each have a bedroom suite and we keep king-size mattresses in our rooms. In fact, mine is a California king because I find it easier that way. At six five, it’s easy for your feet to dangle off the edge of the mattress, and I prefer to be comfortable in my home.
But Amy’s place is a little short on space. She lives in a studio with brick walls, and a cute little fireplace on one side. Her living room is tiny, and her bedroom isn’t a room. It’s just her bed pushed up against the wall, with a colorful quilt thrown on top.
“Um, I guess we could move the coffee table,” the beautiful blonde says, biting her lip. “I’ve never done this before.”
Raider and I get up. Within seconds, the coffee table’s been shifted so that it’s flush against the wall, and what comes into view is a round red rug that’s quite plush, come to think of it. We could have some real fun on this.
“Of course you haven’t done this before,” soothes Raider. “Would you like to talk a little before we get started? A lot of women find it helps break the ice and loosen things up.”
It’s true because in our experience, women’s minds and bodies are inextricably entwined. You can’t romance one without romancing the other, and in this case, I’m interested in getting to know Amy. After all, not many women order two men from the website, and I’m wondering how far she might be willing to go.
“Sure,” Amy nods hesitantly while sitting on a kitchen chair. Raider and I have taken our places on the couch again, while Amy looks at us hesitantly. She’s ungodly gorgeous with those huge lush tits encased in a tight red sweater, and her ample bottom twisting a bit nervously on the hard wooden seat.
“So tell us, Amy,” I begin in a low tone. “What are you hoping to get from tonight?”
She flushes pink and bites her lip again.
“Well, it sounds really stupid but my friend and I made these bucket lists back when were were college girls. It was just something fun to do when we were bored, but we promised to try and accomplish our goals before thirty. The thing is, I’m practically thirty now, and I haven’t accomplished … well, my thing.”
I keep my expression calm and supportive.
“Would you be comfortable telling us what this thing is?”
She bites her lips, her pout rosy and full.
“You’ve probably already guessed,” she says, her voice near a whisper. “It’s being with two men. I’ve always wanted to be loved by two men simultaneously, and it’s been a dream of mine for a long time.”
Raider nods sagely.
“Believe it or not, Amy, having a threesome isn’t the most uncommon dream in the world. Quite a few women have this very same fantasy.”
She flushes and wrings her hands a bit.
“Oh, I know, because what could be better? If having one hard, hot, hunky man is absolute bliss, why not double that bliss by having two hard, hot, hunky men?”
I nod and try to keep from laughing.
“Of course, sweetheart. It’s double the pleasure. But why don’t we lay out some ground rules first? Is there anything specific you want to do? Or do you want to play things by ear and go about our passion organically?”
This time, Amy flushes bright red. I can literally see the blush reaching her hairline, and I can also see her pulse beating quickly at her throat.
“Don’t be shy,” adds Raider in a growl. “We’re here to fulfill your fantasies. Nothing is off limits. We can do as much or as little as you like.”
Amy nods again, before taking a deep breath. The swell of her sweater raises and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to get her out of all these clothes so that she’s lush and nude before us. It’s going to be amazing.
But then, she turns the tables on us.
“Actually, before we talk about that, I’d love to know a little about you too,” she says hesitantly. “Have you been doing this long?”
My friend and I share a look because our clients don’t usually ask questions about us. We’re merely hired guns here to give them pleasure, and they have no interest in Raider and I, beyond our names. But then Amy presses forward again.
“And why were you pretending to be twins? Is that a gimmick to get more clients?”
Raider and I share another look before nodding. Clearly, this woman is intelligent because she’s able to sense our marketing tactics, and she has an innate feel for what might work, and what doesn’t.
Raider speaks.
“Yes, sweetheart, you’re spot on. Twins are a fantasy for a lot of women. They don’t just want to do two men; they want to make love to twins because it’s that much more titillating and exciting. The twins schtick brings in a lot of inquiries, but as you noticed, we’re not twins. We’re not biologically related at all. We’re friends, and just for reference, Ryan and I don’t actually see clients very often.”