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- - - 6 Months Ago - - -
 

"Mr. Adams... Mr. Adams?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"Mr. Adams, we just need your signature right here."

Done. Signed. Sealed. Divorced.

Well, there went 24 years. My wife and I waited until the kids finished college, at least. Very amicable. We just split right down the middle. Of course she also got the guy from Newport Beach with Ferraris and a massive house. I got a little apartment in San Jose. Whatever.

- - - 5 Months Ago - - -

"Mr. Adams."

"Yes?" Oh God. It was what's-her-face from Internal Audit. Ming Nguyen. She raked me over the coals last audit. The next audit is months away, what's she doing here? She's not my favorite person. Actually, she's nobody's favorite person.

She closed my office door.

Great. It's so bad we can't let anyone else hear.

"Mr. Adams," her ugly mouth said again.

She's not a pretty woman.

"I understand you're divorced."

Uhhh… What the hell?

"Right, about a month or so."

"And you don't have a new girlfriend yet."

How the hell did she know? And… Why would she ask me that?

"Uh... no... been kinda busy."

Hey, I'm never too busy to get laid. I’ve just been in a little… rut.

"You need to have sex."

"Well now, wait a second! What the hell are you talking..."

"Mr. Adams, I don't have a husband, or a boyfriend. I don't want one."

Well, that's great to know... I guess.

"What I do need, Mr. Adams, is sex, from you, with the utmost discretion."

Right... You know how some Asian women are just cute as a button? Or even if they aren't that cute their little bodies just look like they need sex? Yeah, well, Ming isn't one of those. She's short, kinda wide but not fat, just wide, no visible tits, ass is... well it rates about a four and that's her best feature.

"You need sex, from me."

"Yes. I am very good in bed. We won't kiss. We won't cuddle. You will just fuck me and do whatever else you want. You won't call me the next day. We won't have a relationship. We will just fuck."

"Ummm..."

Well, I am in a bit of a dry spell…

"No repercussions if you say no. No repercussions if we do this and you want to stop. But you can fuck me any way you like and I will eat all your cum."

"I don't know..."

She is so very ugly...

"You can put on whatever porn you like. I don't care. You will just fuck me for at least ten minutes."

I looked out the window. I didn't even know what to think, really. This is the strangest thing that's ever happened to me.

"I need an answer, Mr. Adams. Sixty seconds."

I rubbed my chin.

"Anything I want?"

"I already said that."

"No strings?"

"None. Thirty seconds."

Hmmm...

"What the hell. My place. Thursday. Ten pm."

"You will have a glass of good, chilled chardonnay ready for me."

- - -

I thought about that conversation for the next two days. So fucking weird. And she's so ugly. So come Thursday, I started drinking beers sometime after nine. I thought maybe I could drink her pretty.

Right at the stroke of ten, there was a knock on my door. I open it, and immediately thought, I shoulda had more beers. She isn't pretty yet.

Ming charged into my apartment. No greeting, no nothing. She wore an overcoat and flat shoes.

"I don't see my wine."

"I wasn't sure if you were really coming or not." No response. No small talk. No smile.

I pour a glass of cold Kendall-Jackson.

"I didn't know you were so cheap."

"This is $12 a bottle! It's good stuff!" It was my normal wine. I normally drink beer or vodka, but this was good too.

"That's a chintzy pour."

Christ, what a bitch!

I poured more.

She lifted the glass and swigged all eight ounces of the white wine. Jesus, I've never seen anyone do that before.

Then she took off her overcoat and, to my surprise and somewhat to my disdain, she had nothing on under it. Not a stitch. She did have some rather ugly birthmarks on her right side, and her anti-tits had these knobby nipples. I called them anti-tits because they were everything a tit isn't. Like, there's no flesh. None.

At least her pussy was shaved.

She dropped her overcoat on the kitchen floor at my knees. Then she knelt down, and unzipped my jeans. Rather expertly, she found her way through my underwear and pulled out my extremely flaccid cock.

She put the whole thing in her mouth. Now, I'm kind of a "grower, not a show-er". Meaning, my cock is pretty small when it's not erect. But when the blood flows, it gets to 7 inches and is nice and thick. But at this point, it was about three inches, maybe...

She pulled back and spoke.

"Your cock tastes terrible."

She sucked it back into her mouth and worked it with her tongue.

Stunned, I was like what the fuck, bitch? But... ya know... a warm mouth on your cock can do things. And things started happening, a little bit.

"It's about time. Put on some porn and get it harder."

Jesus, but yeah, let's get this fucker warmed up because I want to jam it down her throat.

I turned and walked to my bedroom and switched on the big flat screen. It's hooked up to my laptop. I went to one of my favorite free video sights, and searched for 'cum on big tits compilation'. I picked the first one and set it to play.

It's one I've seen before, but always gets me going. It's basically short scenes edited together, guys are either tit-fucking or just jerking themselves and shooting cum onto large breasted girls. Nothing wrong with that, right? Plus, these were mostly American girls with nice bodies and pretty or at least tolerable faces, unlike this little Asian gem who’s in my bed room.

I stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. Ming the Merciless (she has pictures of him in her office, really) sucked my cock with much more vigor. My beers kicked in, I relaxed watching chicks getting cumshots on their nice tits, and my little friend down there grew into my big friend.

When it got fully hard, I stood up. Ming started to get up too, but I grabbed her by her ugly head and put her mouth back on my cock. Then I started to face-fuck the bitch.

To her credit, Ming took it full force. My balls slapped her ugly chin and she took all of it. Tickling her throat, I pinched her nose. Finally, she had to withdraw for air. She took two deep breaths and dove back on my cock.

Well holy shit. She's a fucking trooper!

"Get on the bed, all fours, facing the TV."

"Fuck you, dumbass."

Despite her little quip, she got right in that position, quickly, I might add.

With no courtesy, I got behind her, grabbed my slimy cock and shoved it up her cunt. Full length up her Chinese twat. Or Vietnamese twat. Who cares. Ming let out this weird grunt, then started grunting in rhythm as she rocked back and forth with my hard strokes.

You know, all women make different noises when they make love. But there's a certain similarity to them also. There's moaners, screamers, the "oh yes" girls, the "fuck fuck fuck" girls, you know what I'm saying. But I discovered a new type of girl that night. Pig girl. She fucking grunted like a pig. I don't mean 'oink oink', but she grunted and snorted and I didn't know what else to call it.

Jesus Christ.

I grabbed her by her ugly thighs and pulled for more penetration. Her fucking cunt was so tight, even though it was sopping wet.

The thought of eating her out briefly crossed my mind. However, one glimpse into the mirror above the TV quickly changed my mind.

Shuddering, I quickly looked back at the big screen just in time to see Gianna Michaels take a cum shot to her tit with her mouth right there. The guy shot across her nipple into her mouth. She swallowed that down, then sucked the cum off her nipple. Jesus, why didn't SHE come to my office a couple days ago? Instead I got this ugly fucker.

"You fuck like an old man," pronounced Ming the Mercilessly Ugly.

Jesus, you know, all she's done since she got here is insult me. I reached around to grab her tits and then remembered she didn't have any. I pulled on her knobby nipples, though, hard. That got a different grunt out of her. But... I didn't know if it was a pleasure grunt, a pain grunt, or an I might take a shit grunt.

"You have tits like an old man."

She rocked back and forth harder into my thighs, plunging my raging cock deeper into her vagina.

I started to sweat pretty good at this point. Maybe I need to work out more. Maybe I need to fuck more. I slapped her ass a few times which resulted in some deep grunts. I slapped her knobby nips some more and got even louder grunts. Girl cream ran down her legs onto my sheets.

I pulled out of her and told her to suck it. She did with lightning speed. I let her lick and suck me clean of all her pig-cunt juices, then face-fucked her again. I don't know how she held up, my cock was just a blur going in and out of her mouth. I pulled her by her hair and fucked her mouth harder.

Her tongue formed a cool groove for me, and I felt my orgasm approach. It came on quickly and I didn't give her any warning. Just BOOM! and my cock exploded into her mouth, down her throat. I held her head close so none of it would spill and I emptied it all down her throat.

I fell back onto the bed, covered in sweat.

"Your cum tastes like shit. And you owe me two more minutes of fucking."

Now, there have been times where I've cum several times in one session. But that was with my wife when we were seriously hot and heavy. My wife was beautiful with a great body. We would fuck for hours. In the old days, of course.

I looked at Ming the Pig Grunter.

"That's all I've got. Finish yourself if you want to."

She lay back on the bed and proceeded to finger fuck herself furiously, all the while saying "fucking asshole... dickhead... American jerk…”

After about a minute, she arched up, and squirted straight up into the air! Jesus I had only seen that in movies. She shot three or four squirts straight up, which fell back onto her chest, even her face. Some sprinkles came my way. Smelled kind of like pee.

"I could squirt on you."

Wow. That was the nicest thing I think she ever said to me.

"Do that, and I'll kick you in the face. You already messed up my whole fucking bed."

She got up and went to the door. She stopped and turned.

"Next Thursday, you fuck me for 12 minutes."

And so it went.

- - - 4 Months Ago - - -

"Steve? You ok?"

It was my dad on the phone. He just told me Mom had pancreatic cancer. That shit is inoperable. Incurable.

"Yeah, Dad. Just, processing"

Mom and Dad had been together since they were 16. I don't know if they ever spent a night apart. Their love was something you don't see every day, especially these days. Hey, they weren't perfect or anything, Mom could be quite the bitch sometimes. But she also always did her best by us kids.

Dad and I talked and decided we should have a big party for Mom. Not a "going away" but a "Mom Appreciation Party."

I called my sister, Jesse, and we began making arrangements for the big shindig. We would get everyone we could together for a weekend at their Pompano Beach home for a weekend.

- - - 3.5 Months ago - - -

"Hey, Ming. Wake the fuck up." I called her about 11 o'clock on a Tuesday night. We were still doing the Thursday thing every week.

"This better be good, asshole."

"I just fucked Marcia from Payroll. She just left. She soaked my sheets, you should come over and smell them."

Click. I guess that means yes. Or no. But probably yes. We have a weird non-relationship. I don't feel good about it at all. But my cock gets sucked and I don't have to do anything. After twenty-two years of marriage, it's nice to not have to work at something. But it would also be nice to have some companionship, which Ming and I absolutely don't have.

Five minutes later, Ming pounded on my door. I let her in, and she flew past me, dumping her overcoat. She dove on the bed and buried her face in the wet spot and breathed in as much as she could. Then, she sucked the wet parts of the sheets onto her mouth, frigged her cunt, and proceeded to roll in it.

I handed her a big glass of wine. Two-Buck Chuck, from Trader Joe's. Only now it's $2.95. It's probably the shittiest wine in the country. Only the best for my Ming.

She swigged the whole thing down.

"Cheap Asshole. this really sucks."

"You suck it, bitch." And she did.

And so it went.

- - - 3 Months Ago - - -

I met my sister Jesse in the Vegas airport. She came over from San Diego and I flew in from San Jose. From there, we connected on the red-eye to Miami and drove north to Pompano to stay with our folks. They have a cute three bedroom, two bath place right by the beach.

I won't go into all the day's details, but there was lots of crying, hugging, talking, laughing, reminiscing, watching of old family movies. That kind of thing.

Because they are in a different time-zone and well… they are old, my parents managed to stay up until about ten which is seven our time. I said my good nights and retreated to my little guest room.

I was skimming the web on my tablet, looking for restaurants and stuff in the area. We had the big Saturday night party planned and I didn't want Mom lifting a finger for us the rest of the time.

Because they kept the house at seventy-eight degrees, I was in bed in just my boxers with the sheets pulled down.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

It was my sister Jessie. Before I could tell her it was all right, and because there was no lock on the door, she entered and quietly closed the door behind her.

She turned, and our eyes met. Immediately, I could tell she had been crying. Her light brown hair was tousled, her makeup had been smeared off by the tears, and her face looked really blotchy.

Despite all of this, she still looked good, she always did.

I opened my arms and she jumped on the bed and curled up next to me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her as she quietly cried. I try to console her the best I could, but she was in a very dilapidated state. Although Jess was two years older than me, I was the stronger one. She was very emotional, I was a bit more on the practical side. That doesn't mean I don't feel anything, I just don't show the world every emotion that I'm having. It took several minutes, but finally, she started to settle down.

"Steven, I'm just not handling this well at all."

"I know, I know, it's alright."

"But I was talking to Dad... he was saying he can't live without her. He sounded like… like he was thinking of doing something."

"I know, I got that feeling too."

I didn't want to tell Jess, but while we were alone, my Dad said the same to me. It sounded like he was contemplating some kind of Kevorkian thing. To be honest, I couldn't blame. Why should he sit idly by and watch his wife suffer needlessly?

I looked over at Jess and it looked like she was seconds away from breaking down again.

"We'll be... all alone..." she said as her voice cracked.

Jess was two years divorced. Even though she dated often, the available pool of men who wanted a forty-six year old woman wasn't very deep.

"No Jess, you've got me. You'll always have me. And since you're older than me, you'll die first so you won't be alone!"

She chuckled at my lame attempt at humor and punched me in the arm. Then, she snuggled up to me closer.

"Will I, Steve? Will I always have you?"

"Absolutely, I promise you that."

We talked a little more. Soon she drifted off to sleep, her head on my chest as I breathed in her scent. She was still in her street clothes but I didn't want to wake her up to change.

After about an hour, I disengaged myself so I could turn off the light.

"Don't leave me," she mumbled, half asleep.

"I'm right here.”

She turned her back towards me and scooted up on me. I snuggled into the classic spoon position with my sister. I wasn't sure where to put my arm, so I laid it on her side, going down her leg. She took my arm and held it close to her chest.

Well... This is different.

She's got my arm resting on her boob and my crotch on her bum. I tried very very hard not to get a hard-on. I kissed her on her neck and bid her good night.

- - - - -

"Hey sleepyhead," said Jess as she shook me awake. "Mom's up, we gotta get going."

She was on the bed, facing me, leaning on her elbow.

"Yeah... okay..." I mumbled.

I looked at my watch and calculated that it was four a.m. our time.

"Are you happy to see me, or what?"

"Uh, what? Oh shit!"

I was laying flat on my back. My cock was in full morning-wood mode. It was stretching the fabric of my boxers to their maximum and Jesse couldn't seem to take her eyes off it.

"I'm glad to see you got a nice package, I’ve always wondered."

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, patted my cock lightly three times, and left the room.

The next night was more of the same. Only this time, Jess had changed into her night clothes. She was wearing a little pink spaghetti string tank top with matching sleeper jammies. Her breasts swayed as she came to me in the bed. Fuck, I know they were C-cups back in the day, but they looked bigger now. She snuggled up to me and laid her head on my chest. Her warm breasts were on my side, she tangled her legs up with mine.

We talked and she cried a bit more. I tried to comfort her and think about anything that was not related to sex or this beautiful woman who had molded herself perfectly against my body.

"Do you have anyone back home?" she asked.

I wasn't even sure how to answer that.

"I… ummm… have an ugly Vietnamese woman I hook up with once a week. But she's uglier than shit."

"Really? You don't you go out or anything?"

"No. We just have sex. There's no relationship and we really don't even talk don't talk, we just… you know… fuck.”

"Oh. I see. And, are you… happy?"

I thought for a moment.

"No. Not at all. I mean, it's like being in a porno with her. She does crazy shit and stuff, which is interesting, but I feel like I'm falling down a spiral with her."

"It doesn't sound healthy."

"No, it isn't. But it's easy. And I'm just, taking a break, I guess. I've met some women, but truthfully, they are all desperate or crazy. They want me to be their kid's Daddy or one date and they think we're getting married. I don't want to be married again..."

"Yeah, the men aren't much better. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know... but we've got the big party tomorrow and we better get some sleep."

We both drifted off in each other's arms.

- - - - -

"There it is again!" Jess said, waking me up. "Christ you could set your watch by this thing!"

“Well what do you want me to do… cut it off?”

A big smile broke across her face.

She flicked my rager with her finger and then got up, got dressed, and we started our day.

Finally, after a couple more days, it was time to go home. It was a fantastic visit. Old wounds were healed, apologies given and accepted, and it was great to have this time with my parents to say everything that needed to be said while they were still here.

Jess and I spent each night together, but as brother and sister. There was a little flirting, just like always, and we promised to see each other more often.

We didn't.

- - - 2 Months ago - - -

"Jess," I said into my cell phone. "I hate her."

"Ming? The pig lady?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

I let out a big sigh into the phone.

"She makes me... do things that disgust me. It's like I'm debasing myself when I'm with her and I'm not very proud of that."

"What happened?"

"She made me... I'm sorry, I can't do this..."

"No, go ahead, Steven, tell me. It's okay, just trust me and open yourself up to me."

"She wanted me to spank her until she cried, so I did; then I stopped. Then, she insulted me and goaded me to spank her more. Jess, her ass was so red and swollen and despite that, she wanted me to hit her harder! And... I did... And I liked it…

I…”

I pause for a moment to collect my thoughts.

“I was disgusted and I liked it, too. I'm a fucking mess."

"Steven. It's okay baby. What you need is some human contact, not that fucking Chinese ditch-pig. Stop seeing her."

"I... I can't. She said would be no repercussions if I wanted to end it but I I have a feeling there will be.”

A concerned look washed over her face as I continued.

“I'll probably get fired. She's hinted at some inconsistencies in the upcoming audit.”

Jess promised to come up and see me, but she I might be a couple weeks before she could get away.

- - - 1 Week Ago - - -

"Ming?"

"You aren't supposed to call me here at work, dipshit!"

"My parents died. I'm going to Florida for awhile. Maybe a couple weeks to get things straightened out."

"They probably just wanted to get away from you."

What a fucking cunt.

"Well, just thought you should know."

"Fuck you."

Click.

I met Jesse at the Vegas airport again so we could fly together to Florida. After a tearful reunion, we went to our gate, only to find the flight was canceled. Equipment problems, they said. There were no other flights by anyone to Florida tonight. I figured we could catch a flight to New York tomorrow morning and maybe catch a flight south afterwards.

"Jess, I'm bushed. Let's get some rest tonight and sort out the flight tomorrow morning.”

"I'm with you. I hate these red-eyes, anyway."

The airline offered up a $100 voucher and a taxi ride. We went to Caesar's. I've always liked it there. Top-notch.

"How are you, sweetie?"

"Steven, I'm kind of ok. I guess because, Mom's not suffering and they are together. It's the way it should be."

"I know! I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I'm sad, but also... it's over and they are in a better place, together."

We held hands in the taxi.

"I can't believe dad just drove the both of them into that bridge abutment, though. He sure had some guts."

We checked into Caesar's and got a two-room suite that featured two king size beds. There was also a giant glass-enclosed tub that would fit four people comfortably. After we unpacked our bags, we sat on the couch and talked.

"So, you're Mr. Vegas, apparently."

I gave her a sly grin.

"Whatever do you mean?”

"Well, that check-in gal acted like she knew you. How'd you get this upgraded room?"

"I've seen her a few times, yes."

"I didn't know you were such a gambler.”

"Ummm… I don't really gamble much. I get too pissed when I lose."

"Then what do you do here?"

"I golf with my buddies."

"Golf?"

"Yes… Golf."

"You and your buddies come here and all you do is golf? I'm calling bullshit."

"We do! We golf!"

"And at night?"

"Well… there's no night-putting here..."

"Spill it chief, you're lying about something."

"We… Ummm… have been known to go to some… Ummm… bars at night."

"Bars. Right. Are there women at these bars?"

"O-o-o-o-h yeah!"

"So... you go to strip clubs, then."

"No. We go to Gentlemen's clubs."

Her face lit up.

"Take me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take me! Women go to those places too… right?”

"Well, yeah, some... my wife never would... bitch."

"So take me. I've always wanted to see what it's like inside one of those places."

"You realize, the girls are topless, right? Naked boobies everywhere.”

"I've seen boobs before, genius. No big deal. We're going."

"Okay, but we're going to get something to eat first.”

We had a great dinner inside one of the steak houses at Caesars and reminisced about some of our goofy memories.

"Remember when you poked my tit?"

"Like it was yesterday!"

We both burst into laughter.

Growing up, we spent almost every day at a community pool. On this particular day, it was late in the afternoon and getting chilly. We were both trying to shower off under the one shower head. Because Jess was older, she got most of the water. I was standing beside her and she had her head back into the shower stream. Her back was arched nicely and I was afforded a luscious view of her incredible breasts. I had not yet felt a tit and I wasn't sure if they were hard, squishy, or what.

Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her bikini top and my cock was nearly hard. I was overcome with tension and fear, but I was also very curious. After a few seconds, I poked her tit to see what it was like. This resulted in a loud scream. After which, she pronounced me a deviant and a pervert.

"You were so mad at me!"

"Not really, I just didn't know what else to do..."

"Really? I thought you were going to kill me."

"Nah, actually it was kind of funny. So that was your first tit-touch, right?"

"Yeah, it was."

She thought for a moment and smiled.

"I'm glad it was me."

"Remember our apartment? You practically had a revolving door for the guys back then..."

"Yeah, well, blonde hair and nice boobs do get the guys going."

"I used to hear you with them, laughing, giggling, moaning..."

"I know! I couldn't shut up!"

"I whacked off sometimes, while you and whoever were doing it."

"Really! Jesus, that's hot! Dirty boy!"

"Hey, who needed phone sex with you around!"

The bill came and after I paid it, we headed for the Spearmint Rhino.

"So... how does this work?"

"Well, you can get lap dances on the floor, or you can pay for a VIP room. The back rooms are better and much more private."

"So... is there touching?"

"Yeah, here there is. They tell you 'you don't have to sit on your hands', which is nice. We'll talk to the guy. They have a maitre'd-type guy who can help you make a selection.”

"Don't they line up for you?"

I couldn't help but smile.

"No, that's a brothel. I always ask for naturally busty girls, I've never really cared about hair color or nationality. Is that okay for you?”

"Hmmm. Naturally busty. Okay. I've felt another girls boobs, once. Back in high school. That was it."

I paid for my admission into the club. Turns out, Jesse got in for free. The gentlemen taking tickets, Sasha, asked us if we needed anything.

“Is Flame working tonight?” I asked.

"No, I'm sorry, she's off."

Damn, I really like her. Busty Russian babe. Tight body, and she let you do about anything.

“Anyone here similar to her?”

I slipped him a C-note. Vegas was fun, but it sure as hell wasn't cheap.

He seated us at a table and had the first girl come to us, Brandi. She was tall, black hair, big tits. I told her what we were looking for and she ended up dancing for both of us. She actually wasn't that bad and she danced all over me. However, she was very robotic and stiff when she danced for Jesse and, of course, that didn't do anything for her.

We paid her and waved Sasha over.

"Dude, they need to be friendly to her also," I said while pointing at Jess.

Tiffany was the next to come over. She had white hair, not blonde mind you, but white. She also had some very nice tits. She danced twice for both of us and didn’t get very close at all. I was getting disappointed, fast. This wasn’t normal.

"Sasha, I'm thinking a refund is due here..."

"No, no, no. I get pretty girl. Perfect girl. One minute."

Russians. I swear they own half the strips clubs in Las Vegas.

The next girl he sent over was Jennifer. She was the quintessential "All-American". She had sandy colored hair, beautiful smile, great body. and naturally stacked. She wore a little blue string bikini and clear, plastic, high heeled stripper shoes.

Jennifer started her dance by having Jesse and I sit very close to each other. She then leaned in and put her breasts on my crotch and drug them all the way up to my chest. Next, she leaned over to Jess and kissed her on the neck. My sister looked stunned and a bit visibly shaken. She then looked both of us in the eyes and spoke.

"Are you two married?"

"Um, no." I answered.

"Boyfriend-girlfriend?"

"No..."

"Office friends?"

"No..."

Jennifer thought for a moment.

"But you do know each other, right?"

Funny girl.

"Yes, all our lives."

Jess shot me a little grin.

"Wait a second... brother and sister?"

I nodded.

Jen smiled and took off her bikini top.

My jaw dropped open. She had a really nice rack.

I looked over at Jess. The site of Jen's exposed breast stunned her just a little.

Jennifer then straddled Jess's lap and she put her breasts directly on my sister's face.

Jesse seemed mesmerised, but a few seconds later she composed herself and raised her hands up and lightly touched Jennifer's tits.

"It's okay," I heard Jen say. "Go for it!"

Jess squeezed and massaged Jennifer's breasts, while she simultaneously pressed her large mounds against my sister's face.

Jesse started to lick Jen's nipples which elicited an immediate response.

"Not here, sweetheart. But we can in the back..."

The song ended and Jess looked at me with pleading eyes.

I smiled.

"Yes, we're going back there."

Sasha escorted the three of us to the Champagne room. I already knew the rates were fucking outrageous, but hopefully, it would be worth it. It ended up being over a grand for an hour which included drinks and a hefty tip so the bouncer would look the other way.

Sasha escorted us to a corner of a very dark room which was barely one-candle bright. Once he left, Jen told us to sit on a loveseat which was so small there was no room between us. Jess had a dazed, almost bewildered look in her eye. It took me back to my younger years when I first started going to strip clubs. I was just amazed that places like this actually existed where women's sexuality was put so openly on display. I knew it was a lot for my sister to take in and process.

I whispered to Jen that her tip depended on how much fun Jess had in the next hour. She nodded, in complete understanding.

The drinks arrived, and the hour began.

Jennifer was amazing; far sexier than she was out on the main floor. She began by unbuttoning Jesse's blouse completely. She slid her hands inside Jesse's bra and rubbed her breasts. Jen took her time and went slow and gentle to maximize my sister's enjoyment.

Well I watched the two ladies together; my cock grew to a raging pillar of steel. Jen leaned in and nuzzled Jesse's neck, planting little kisses all over her exposed skin.

Finally, Jen reached around behind Jesse's back.

Was she really going to do this?

Yes! She did! She unhooked Jesse's bra.

There was an initial look of shock on my sister's face. That quickly changed to an expression of pure ecstasy as Jen fondled Jesse's naked breasts. Jesse threw her head back on the loveseat and closed her eyes and seem to be off in her own little world. Then, her blouse fell open further and for the first time, I got a good look at my sister’s breasts. They were very similar to Jennifer's in size and her nipples were rock hard and it was as if I was physically unable to take my eyes off them.

Then, Jen motioned me closer and I could hear her talking to my sister.

"Your brother is looking at your tits… and I think he likes them."

A big smile broke across my face as I nodded in the affirmative.

"He's wants to touch them."

I immediately started to reach for them, but Jen shot me a "back off" look.

“Just hold your horses, boy,” she said to me with a sly little grin.

I couldn't hide the look of disappointment on my face.

Jen spoke to Jesse, “First, I'm going to lick your nipples. Is that okay?"

Jesse whimpered something, which seemed to be a yes. Jennifer dropped down so she was face-to-breast with my sister. Gently, she took one of sister's nipples into her mouth which elicited a low, guttural moan of pleasure from Jen. She then switched to the other nipple and began to move her mouth back and forth for several minutes.

Suddenly, Jennifer directed her attention to me. She got between my legs and rubbed her bare tits against the strained denim of the front of my jeans. She then drug her breasts up my chest and on my face. I moved my head and drew her turgid nipple into my mouth along with a fair amount of titflesh. My hands naturally caressed and fondled her breasts while her knee simultaneously rubbed against my crotch.

Without warning, I felt another set of hands on mine. When I looked down I noticed there were now two sets of hands on Jennifer's tits. While I was briskly sucking on one of Jennifer's nipples I got a brilliant idea, and looked at my sister.

"You want some?"

She nodded her head vigorously.

I held it out the other nipple for her and Jess pounced on it like it was going to get away from her. I could hear deep, heavy moaning as my sister and I suckled on the breasts of this stunning woman, our mouths just inches apart.

I opened my mouth and Jen's nipple slipped out. I then moved over and gently nudged Jess out of the way.

Immediately, she shot me a dirty look.

"Hey bro, you had your own!"

“Let’s share,” I whispered.

Over the next minute we each kissed and tongued Jen's hard nipple in turn. Then one of us fouled up the rhythm and both our tongues met on Jen's nipple, and each other.

It was like a lightning bolt went through my tongue.

Our eyes met and we exchanged a little, knowing smile. In that moment, I knew she felt the same electricity that I did.

A few seconds later, we resumed, licking and kissing Jennifer’s breasts and each other, in a sideways fashion. Somehow, Jen knew to stop rubbing my crotch with her knee, otherwise I would have cum right there in my pants.

Jen shifted around again because they actually weren't supposed to stay in one place too long, it was just one of the rules that I never really understood. However, I was tipping well so she was bending the rules for me, to a point. A few seconds later, she went back to nuzzling and rubbing my sister's breasts.

Jesse and I both watched Jennifer suckling on my sister's breast, then our eyes met and I gave her a little 'come hither' motion with my finger. She leaned in, and so did I.

Our lips tenderly touched, it was our first real kiss.

Sweet Jesus on the cross.

My mind reeled at the thought of kissing Jesse. I pressed a little harder and so did she. Opening our mouths slightly, our tongues met and sparks flew again.

Jen looked up and witness our passionate embrace. She then took my hand and placed it on Jesse's breast. I heard my sister moan as I rolled her hard nipple between my thumb and fingers while my other hand squeezed her luscious breast.

"Hey, break it up, you two! This is my time!"

My sister and I broke into big smiles.

Jennifer continued to kiss Jesse on the neck, cheeks, chin, even her lips. Then, Jess started moaning and panting louder and it took me a second to figure out why. I looked down and noticed that Jen’s hand had disappeared up my sisters skirt. My mouth dropped open in shocked when I realized this beautiful dancer was fingering my sister.

I watched in awe as Jess closed her eyes as if concentrating on the finger that I knew was inside her. Then, Jen began thrusting her fingers furiously in and out of my sister's pussy. Within a few seconds, Jesse started to shake and moan almost uncontrollably.

I noticed that the bouncer was now looking over at us and I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Jen withdrew her fingers and I could see it they were wet with Jesse's secretions.

She looked at me and held her wet fingers up to my face. Wordlessly, I licked my sister's juices off of her fingers.

Jesse appeared to be exhausted after her intense orgasm. She leaned on me like a rag doll as Jen finished the last ten minutes teasing me with her gorgeous body. She told me she’d stroke me and get me off, but I politely refused. I knew that the evening wasn't over and I wanted to save myself for somebody else.

I tipped Jennifer another $200. She gave us her card and said to call her because we were fun people and she really wanted to party with us. I don't know if that meant on the clock or off...

I tidied up Jess but she could barely walk. She was very tired from our travels and from our time with Jen.

Jess and I were escorted outside to the club's waiting stretch limousine. It was the least they could do for spending hundreds of dollars inside their club. We kissed all the way back to our hotel.

After unlocking the door, we slid into bed together. God, it felt so good to hold her.

"What did you think, Jess?"

She blushed and managed a sly smile.

"Are you kidding me… that was the best time I've had in years."

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