Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Probably,” he said cheerfully, turning back to the road, “and ah ha, here we are now.”
I was so astonished at the turn of events that I hadn’t registered where we were going. I’d assumed he was going to drop me off at Miss Carroll’s, it was early evening now and we’d been out all day, but instead we’d pulled up at a dive on the outskirts of town, a ramshackle building with the windows blacked out, a cement block with no distinguishing features except the thump of music ringing out from behind closed doors.
I sighed. I was tired and the multiple revelations had me reeling.
“Where are we?” I asked, resting my head against the car seat. “Where is this place?”
“Nowhere,” Kristian cheerfully, “I just thought we’d stop for a drink before I dropped you off,” he said, jumping out of the car. “Come on,” he said, striding out and pulling open my door. “It’ll be fun.”
And I got out slowly. I was dusty from our trip, my skirt crinkled from the romp by the side of the road, my hair messy. I ran my fingers through my brown curls self-consciously, trying to tidy the unruly mass, make myself a little more presentable. But Kristian couldn’t be deterred. He bent over and kissed me on the lips, breathing into my mouth.
“You look beautiful,” he said, gazing into my eyes before taking my hand again. “Come on, you’ll like it here,” he said, pulling me towards the dingy building, a picture of a donkey on the door.
And a blush ran over my cheeks, my heart jumping. I had no idea where we were, I’d just had roadside sex with a man I’d only known for hours, so why not? In this incredible roller-coaster that was my life, it was just the next adventure.
KARL
We haven’t been ourselves recently, my brother and I. Our work didn’t suffer, we were just as sharp as ever, but being on the fucking boat was driving us crazy, our bodies buzzing, constantly alert.
And it was because of the girl, the brunette we’d met that night in Andorra. Tina. Even her name ran in my mind ceaselessly, Tina Tina Tina, like the chime of bells, a melodic peal that wouldn’t stop.
It should have driven me crazy but instead it just made me hungry, wanting more. Because I kept re-living our night together, taking the curvy brunette behind the Old Dog, ravishing her like she was the last woman on earth when in fact she should have just been one among many.
Because it’s not like Kato and I are celibate. Usually we’re tearing it up on shore leave, chasing strange, getting it on with multiple women, working off the pent-up energy that comes with long weeks aboard a ship chock full of men. But things were different at our last stop, the energy gone, the pulsing male urge to hunt, drive, take, dissipated like a deflated balloon. We’d stopped by our usual haunt, the Grizzly, seating ourselves at the bar, ordering the usual.
“Boys good to see you again,” growled Harvey. Harvey was a vet, a former merchant mariner familiar with the vagaries of the itinerant life. He knew what men like us wanted, what we needed, to keep up with the hard life. So he plunked two beers in front of us, sloshing the foam, and nodded towards the back.
“There’s a new one,” he rumbled under his breath, gripping the bar. His massive forearms were covered with faded tats, running up and down like ladders, a faint greyish-green color. “Name’s Candy, hear she likes two.”
And I nodded my thanks for his advance work. Because everyone knows our proclivities. My twin and I, we like doing girls together, letting them take the double pound, experimenting with creaming females two ways at once. Oh yeah, we always do the double team and girls never, and I mean never, say no. There’s often a shocked look at first, a breathy gasp of “Nooooo!” but then a soft, melty look comes into their eyes as they take in our massive forms, the ripped builds, the huge tents at our crotches.
And it works for us like a charm. A girl’s cunt feels tighter if there’s cock in her mouth, the distraction critical as her I go at her from below, and god, when we bring on the ass play? It’s always good to have something to chew on as donkey dong is run up that back hole, give her something to focus on as she’s violated in that dry, sweet spot.
So Harvey had done us a favor, scoping out the new girl for us. This chick Candy was into double, huh? All the better, Kato and I hadn’t been laid in a while… since Tina in fact.
So we swiveled on our bar stools, checking out the new girl. Hmm, not bad, a little thin but still okay, her boobs probably Cs, her hips a little narrow but maybe she could stretch. And what do you know, but the girl was looking back at us already, batting her lashes and jiggling her butt, squirming under our hot gazes.