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The contents of this story are of sexual nature and may involve blackmail, bondageand non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended by this stuff please donot read. All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either aliveor dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. Ifyou are under legal age PLEASE DO NOT READ.
Seeing Double (MM/f, nc)
by Roadrunner
I.
Forget what people told you about identical twins. The Palmer sisters arenothing like that. They may look the same--petite blonde, pale blue eyes, anda sweet, angelic face--but only one of them is truly an angel, the other isa real bitch.
Katie, who is the older one (by some fifteen minutes), works as a waitressin a diner owned by my friend Carl, and everyone there just adores her. She'salways nice and friendly even when she's dealing with the most difficult customer,and I've never seen her complain once. Even the guys working there try theirbest to spare her their rudest jokes--not that it's easy, given how sexy shelooks with the short skirt that the girls wear as uniform. Carl used to saythat the only reason he ran a diner was that he had a thing for women in uniforms.The diner is a few blocks away from a community college where I teach severalevening courses (I'm an accountant by day), and I usually eat there after class.By the time I get there the busiest hours would be over, and I being a regular,the waitresses would always come over to chat with me. I especially enjoy chattingwith Katie--not only because she's pretty, but also because she is clever andhas a good sense of humor. Sometimes I got the feeling that she liked me too.When, on several occasions, she noticed me staring at her full, firm breastshidden under her shirt, she just looked away and smiled. Her breasts aren'tparticularly large--about 35, I guess--but emphasized by her small, 5'4" frameand a tight-fitting shirt (thanks Carl you pervert) they are really spectacular.
Anyway, I never made any attempt at her and nothing really happened. The mainreason was that I suspected that there was something going on between her andCarl. I didn't notice it until recently. I got the impression that Carl wasalways kind of firm with her. Not that he was rude, but there was a certainsternness in his tone whenever he told her to do something, while he was prettylayback with other waitresses, and Katie on her part never joked with him.All this seemed kinda odd, as if they were doing on purpose. Maybe it was theirway of hiding an affair (Carl was going through a divorce). He never mentionedit and I didn't ask.
One evening, before my class began, I saw Katie in the corridor of the college. "HeyKatie!" I called out as I went over, "so you're not working tonight?Nice haircut, by the way!" "Excuse me, but who do you think you'retalking to? Do I know you?" the short-haired blonde turned my way andasked me in an irritated tone. "Yeah right, that's very funny. I'll tellCarl to have you fired for being rude to a customer." I said, thinkingit was some kind of joke, but she just glared at me and walked away, leavingme puzzled and embarrassed, as I noticed some students were staring at me.
Later that night, when I went to Carl's diner, I was really surprised to seethat Katie still had her ponytail. "Hey Katie, what's this all about?Coming to the college and pretending that you didn't know me?" "Thatwas my twin sister that you just met," she said, "she just calledand told me about it." "Your sister? I don't know you have a twinsister. How come you never told me? And boy you two really look alike!" "Yeah..." shesaid, slightly embarrassed, "my sister doesn't like me to talk about us..." Itturned out that their parents died when they were very young, and when hermum died, she asked Katie to take care of Sam, her younger sister. So laterwhen they ran out of money, Katie quitted school and started working to supportSam through high school and secretarial training. Now Sam is a secretary ina large company uptown and is also doing a business degree in the college whereI teach. For some insane reason, she feels embarrassed by an elder sister who "lacksambition" and "is only a waitress", and not only does she hidefrom all her friends and her colleagues that she has a twin sister, she alsowouldn't let Katie talk to other people about it.
I was barely able to hide the irritation in my voice. "Katie!" Isaid, trying to find an appropriate way to put it, "don't you think that'sa bit, er, unfair?" "But she's really bright! And she's so prettytoo!" "But so are you! For Christ's sake you're identical twins!" "Butshe's different!" She looked as if she was really upset, so I just shutup and let her continue. The reason that Sam phoned her up this evening--somethingthat she rarely does--was that she wanted to take the course that I was teaching,which was already full. Knowing that I know Katie, she wanted Katie to askme if I could squeeze her in, which isn't really that difficult, but I justdon't feel like it. Fuck, I thought, we've definitely got one spoiled bitchhere. But Katie just kept on begging me, until I finally agreed. "Alright,alright," I said, shaking my head.
When Sam showed up next week for the class, she totally ignored me. No "thankyou", not even a nod, she just acted as if we didn't have anything todo with each other. Fine by me. I didn't really expect anything better fromher. What's more, by the end of the class she was already flirting with severalguys. She didn't show up the following week, and the week after that. If itwas another student I would have been concerned, because after week three they'dhave to hand in weekly assignments. But now I secretly hoped that she wouldn'tbe doing that so that I could have a reason to flunk her, which is what shemore than deserves. However, although she continued to be absent in the followingtwo weeks, her assignments did come in on time, always handed in by the sameguy. Remembering what kind of person she is, I took out their two assignmentsand compared them. Just as I had expected, they were totally identical, thecorrect answers as well as the wrong ones. At one place where he (assumingthat she was copying from him) misread the figures given in the question andcalculated using the wrong figures, she did exactly the same thing. Gotcha,I thought.
I told Carl about this when we were chatting in his office later that evening. "Sowhat are you going to do?" he asked me. "Well, I haven't decidedyet. Just this assignment doesn't mean much. I just don't like her gettingaway with treating people like that." "Yeah, it looks like this dumbbitch has taken you for some stupid jerk!" he said, chuckling. "Thanksa lot, Carl," I retorted, "I feel much better now!" "Alright,alright, let me really try to make you feel better," he said laughing.He poked his head out of the office and called Katie. "Well, Katie, itlooks like your sister has been a terrible student," he said as she camein. "Let me handle this," he stopped me before I could say anything,and explained the situation to her. "Your sister is a stuck-up bitch,Katie," he concluded. Although that's exactly how I felt, it was kindof blunt to tell her just like that. At first Katie opened her mouth like shewanted to say something, then she looked kind of sheepishly at me and Carland shut up. When Carl finished, she turned to me and apologized. I was a bitembarrassed by all this, and was trying to say something to comfort her.
Then Carl said something that really surprised me. "If you're sorry thenwhy don't you try to make it up to Jim, slut?" Slut? I couldn't believemy ears. This may be the kind of language that we used between us, but I didn'texpect him to talk to an employee like that. Katie just looked at him withher face turning white and her lips trembling, and her reaction was even moresurprising. "Y-yes, Mr Jordan," she said and lowered her head, andI could see her face begin blushing. I looked at Carl and he just grinned atme. Katie came over and knelt down in front of me, with her head lowered allthe time. "This--this slut is sorry, sir, for how her sister has behaved," shesaid meekly, "could she please try to make it up to you?"
At this point it seemed pretty obvious what was going on, and I decided toplay along. I'm not a novice at this, but it's so odd with someone I know (orI thought I knew) only in an "ordinary" way, whom I speak to almostevery other day, and there's something very erotic about this transformationof hers. "Sure," I said simply, and spread my legs wider. Katie,still blushing, unbuttoned my jeans and carefully took out my cock and loweredher head to kiss the tip. She then began sucking it and soon it became rock-hard.That girl was one hell of a cocksucker! I looked at Carl again and there wasa wide grin on his face. "She's good, isn't she?" He asked. "Yeah," Ianswered absentmindedly. "Hey slut, Jim says you're a good cocksucker.You hear that?" With my cock still in her mouth, Katie sort of noddedand murmured something in reply. I grabbed the back of her head and she obedientlyincreased her tempo, cupping my balls with her hands all the time. I didn'ttry to hold back and soon I was shooting my cum down her throat. She swallowedevery drop, licked my cock clean and gently put it back and buttoned up myjeans, all done with her head down and without a word. "Well done, slut," Carlsaid as she finished. "Now go back to work! We'll call you again whenyou're needed." "Yes, Mr Jordan," she answered meekly, wipingher mouth with her hand, and then she left the room quickly, avoiding my stareall the time.
"Carl!" I said after she had left. "I thought you no longer--" "Neversay never, man," he answered grinning. "Can't pass on this one canI?" "You bet! So how long has this been going on?" I asked. "Abouttwo months." "And you didn't tell me! Carl, I thought we were friends!" "Well,I was going to save this for your birthday next month," Carl said chuckling,and then he went on to tell me how it began. "You know how I am with thegirls, patting them on their ass when I talk to them and all that," "Invitingthem to sue you for harassment, that is." "Don't interrupt. I beganthe same routine with Katie soon after she started working here, then I noticedsomething strange in the way that she responded. You know what Marcia and theother girls would do, telling me to fuck off or just ignore me. But this girlwas different. The first time I patted her ass, she just stood there frozen.At first I thought shit I was in trouble, but she just blushed and loweredher head. There's something in her which wasn't just shyness. I tried thatagain a couple of times and her reaction was the same. Never complained, butalso never tried to avoid me. She did become sort of meek when she was talkingto me. Anyway I thought it was kind of interesting, so one day, when she cameinto the office, I just walked over and squeezed her ass.
"I swear I could feel her shudder. 'You like it, don't you, slut?' Iasked. 'No,' she whispered, but I just ignored her. I grabbed her breasts frombehind and squeezed them, then I turned her around and started undressing her.She was begging me to stop all the time, but didn't really resist, and boyhow wet she was when I pulled off her panties! So I fucked her right there,and she was coming real hard, locking her legs around me and all that. Afterthat, she pretty much became my slut. I don't usually fuck her in here. I haveher come to my place after work and fuck her in any way I want. And as youcould tell, she's learning real quick. I have tried some of my toys on her,but I was saving the interesting ones for you. We're friends after all."
"Interesting story," I said as Carl finished, "I wonder whereit leaves us with the other sister." "The other sister?" Carllooked at me with a wide grin, "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Andwe both laughed.
First, I had a word with Andy, the guy who did Sam's assignments for her.He admitted the whole thing at the slightest suggestion that he'd be flunked.Then I Emailed Sam and told her to meet me in my office. Guessing what it wasall about, she came prepared, denying everything the moment she came into myoffice. "You've got no proof," she said when I showed her the twoassignments, "it was just a coincidence." I took the two assignmentsaway and asked her some questions about them, and of course she couldn't rememberanything about them. Although she still claimed that she had simply forgotteneverything right after finishing them, she wasn't so cocksure as she was. "Whateveryou say," I said, "you know what? I'm just teaching part-time here,and I don't really want to waste my time on administrative stuff like that.I think I'll just hand the whole thing to professor Ames. If you are so surethat we've got nothing against you I'm sure you'll have no problem talkingto him."
"S--sure," she said, "I'll talk to him." "Anyway,this is no big deal," I continued. "This is not a high school andwe won't ask to see your parents, and maybe you won't even get expelled. Mostprobably you'll just lose the credits for this course, but I wonder, what yourwill colleagues say when they hear about this? I'm sure they all like you andwon't laugh at you or anything, you're such a great person."
That finally got her. "No, wait," she blurted out. "Well?" "Look," shefinally said after a long pause, "I know I've been rude to you but doyou really have to do this? I mean, it's just one goddamn course at a goddamncommunity college, it's not important at all." This girl sure has a wayof talking to people. "Well," I said, "I happen to like teachingin this college, because many of the students take their work seriously. AndI happen to dislike you. A lot."
"Oh, c'mon," Sam said smiling, changing her tactic. "I knowI'm rude sometimes, but things can't be that bad, can they? I'm sure we canwork something out here."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "Oh c'mon, youknow very well what I mean," she said with a bit of irritation in hervoice, but she quickly controlled herself. "I was just trying to say thatI'm willing to do anything to make you forget about this assignment," shesaid, giving me another sexy look, "anything." "Fine," Isaid with what I imagined to be a lustful professor's look. "In that caseI'll give you a special assignment and we'll see how you perform this time." Igave her Carl's address and told her to meet me there later that evening. "Wearsomething sexy," I said. "Y--yeah, sure," she answered absentmindedly.I guess for her this is already a matter settled, with her solving yet anotherproblem with her sex appeal. Well, bitch, your problem has only just begun.
Sam showed up at Carl's place twenty minutes late. "You're late," Isaid. She gave me "so what" look as she sat down of the couch, eyeingme coolly. She was wearing a black, tight, V-neck T-shirt (no bra), miniskirtand a pair of high-heeled sandals--not quite my idea of something sexy butat least she tried. "Look," I said, standing in front of her, "wedon't have to do this if you don't feel like it. It's not my idea of the firstplace."
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just a bit nervous." Althoughshe was smiling when she said this, I could see the anger in her eyes. "Thenwhy don't you show me some enthusiasm," I said curtly. "Hey, relax," Samsaid as she stood up. She came closer and started toying with the collar ofmy shirt. "Could you get me something to drink, please?" she askedin her sexy voice. I poured us two glasses of brandy, gave one to her and signaledher to follow me.
"Nice," she said when we're in Carl's bedroom, without much enthusiasm.I don't blame her, Carl's taste for furniture fell way behind his taste forwomen. However, the stuff in this bedroom were functional. For example, therewas a large wardrobe with mirrored doors facing the king-sized bed. The mirrorin the middle was actually a two-way mirror so that someone hiding inside couldget a full view of what's happening on the bed. I stood with Sam right in frontof that mirror. By this time she had down more than half of the brandy I gaveher, without noticing that I wasn't drinking any. "You want more?" Iasked. "No, I'm fine, thanks," she answered in an obviously morerelaxed tone. Perhaps the drug in the brandy was already working. She smiledwhen she noticed me staring at her breasts. "You like them?" sheasked, smiling teasingly. "Yeah," I said, "very nice." Hererect nipples were clearly visible. "Wanna see more?" She asked asher hands reached up to cup her breasts, and without waiting for my answer,she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing her thesnow-white globes of her breasts, which were topped by two rock-hard pink nipples.Smiling, she unzipped her miniskirt and let it fall onto the floor. She waswearing a pair of white, lacey panties. High-cut, very sexy. Turning her backon me, she pulled them off slowly, wriggling as she did it.
She turned her head around to look at me. "Turn around," I said.Giggling, she complied. My eyes followed her hands as she ran them down fromher breasts past her thin waist to her hip. She crossed her legs slightly asshe saw me staring at her blond bush. I reached out and placed my hand on it.It was hot. Sam let out a gasp and trembled. "Play with your breasts," Isaid. Without hesitation, she cupped them and began squeezing them gently,tweaking her nipples from time to time. Soon I could feel the dampness at herpussy, and I began rubbing. "Mmmmm..." She purred as I continued,holding her waist with my other arm. I then laid her down on the bed with herass resting on the edge. Automatically she spread her legs, and one of herhand reached down to continued what I left unfinished. I stepped aside andbegan undressing as I watched her caress herself, with her eyes closed andmoaning lightly. When I was naked, I climbed on top of her and began fondlingher breasts, but she stopped me. "Give it to me," she whispered withher eyes closed, "I want it now!" She opened her eyes in surpriseas I suddenly rolled off her, then she giggled as she saw me lying on my back.
Quickly, she straggled me. I was lying with my head towards the wardrobe,so she was facing it when she got hold of my cock with one hand and slowlylowered herself onto it. She closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction whenmy cock was engulfed in her hot snatch completely. Then, not needing any persuasion,she began riding me. "Yes!" She gasped as I reached up and grabbedher breasts. I squeezed them, gently at first, then harder and harder, andshe began to moan louder and louder. She rode faster and faster, her face nowred, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead and her nose. Her bodybegan to tremble lightly. I grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, thrustingup to meet her every time she came down. "Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh!" Shecried out loudly, and then her entire body began to spasm. I kept thrustinguntil I felt her spasms subside. Although I hadn't come yet, I guided Sam offmy cock. "Oh, oh," she moaned lightly as she felt my cock ease outof her.
Getting up, I laid her down on her back with her legs resting at the edgeof the bed, so that she was still facing the wardrobe. I moved up until I waskneeling next to her head, and then I lifted it up so that she was facing mycock, which was still hard and glistening with her juices. "Wh..." shegave me a dazed look and tried to protest when I pressed the tip of my cockagainst her lips. They gave way when I squeezed her chin, and soon she hadmost of my cock in her mouth. Obviously not very experienced at this and somewhatreluctant at first, she was soon sucking eagerly with me guiding her head backand forth. I gave her arm a little push and she automatically reached downbetween her legs and began rubbing her pussy, giving out muffled moans at thesame time. Her lack of oral skills were made up by her enthusiasm, and soonI was shooting my cum into her mouth. Caught by surprise, she tried hard toswallow but some of it still spilled out of her mouth down her chin. Seeingthat she hadn't come yet, my hand joined hers at her pussy. She was rubbingher lips with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other. She criedout loudly as I began tickling her clit gently, her hips grinding to meet myfingers. I could tell she was approaching orgasm again. "Want anotherfuck?" I asked. "H--huh...Y-yeah..." she moaned. "How aboutI ask a friend to join us?"
"Wh--what?" she asked dreamily. "Hey, Sam, meet my friend Carl," Isaid, "that's Mr Jordan to you."
"Oh, no!" still dazed, Sam hadn't really taken in what's happeningat first, then her eyes opened wide and she cried out in horror as Carl pushedopen the door of the wardrobe and stepped out, with a videocam in his hand.He patiently set it up on a tripod as Sam gathered herself up and jumped offthe bed. "Hello, slut!" he said as he grabbed her by her arm. "No!Let me go--" Sam's protest was cut short when Carl reached downbetween her legs, grabbed her pussy and squeezed. This pushed her over theedge. "Oh!" she cried out, coming violently despite herself. Carllet go and immediately she fell down onto her knees, shaking after the powerfulorgasm.
"Man! This slut is hot!" Carl said, chuckling. "What do youwant?" Sam asked meekly, looking up. "Please! Let me go!" shepleaded. "Well, Jim just told me what a bitch you've been," Carlsaid, "and now we're going to give you a lesson so that you'll learn tobe the slut that you really are!" With these words we grabbed her andlifted her up. Sam protested and struggled feebly. Soon we had her hands cuffedbehind her back with a pair of leather handcuffs and made her kneel down onthe bed. Next, we chained each of her ankles to a bedpost. With her legs spread,she lost balance and tumbled onto her stomach, crushing her breasts under her.Now everything's ready for the real fun to begin.
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