They were Maternal twin sisters, and they loved to share. Their lovers never complained, but then again, sometimes the men didn't know they were getting two for the price of one.
One was a brunette with sparkling blue eyes, the other a dark Red Head with green eyes. Each was a stunning beauty standing 5' 6", with medium breasts, long legs and pale skin. They were soft spoken, with identical voices. This confused every man they encountered, as he never knew who was speaking to him in the dark or on the phone.
It was something they used to their advantage.
Sharing was something they had done from the time they were born, so to them, sharing their men was only natural.
Should they encounter a man who wasn't into sharing, or threeways, well, they had ways around that, too. It always involved a blindfold.
First, a warm up of seductive hands caressing and probing. A whisper in the ear and a well placed nip was usually all it took to get the man to accept the blindfold.
Slipped over his eyes, he never knew that the second sister walks into the room, for the lights are turned off as well, just in case. All he knows are hands touching him, tasting him, exploring him. Lips on his cock and across his skin. He simply experiences an evening he will never be able to describe to another soul. It's like a dream.
If the man was the kind who liked to be dominated, that was even better. The sisters loved making sure each was satisfied, and would introduce him to their Twin-a-trix room, their version of a Dominatrix's Chambers.
There, they blindfold him. He knows the moment they order him to strip for them that if he doesn't perform, then one will swat him across the ass with a paddle while the other grabs his cock in her hands and squeeze playfully.
Tonight, they have such a man. He's a strong man, used to getting his way, but tonight, he wanted something different.
"You want to please us?" the second sister growls at him while the first pulls his head back by his hair.
"Yes," he replies.
The first sister spanks him and commands, "Yes, Mistress!"
"You want to please us?" the second sister repeats, while squeezing his cock again.
"Yes Mistress," he replies, trying not to moan. Her hand feels so good on his cock after the spanking.
The hands drop away expectantly. He begins to remove his clothing. He is rewarded with a swat across his ass when his hands shake removing his shirt. His cock jumps at the contact. When he haltingly unbuttons his trousers, the paddle descends painfully. His cock swells with excitement. Finally, he stands naked before then, panting with desire, hearing them circle about him like hunters seeking prey.
"I like his cock," the first sister says.
"I like his mouth and tongue," replies the other.
He feels fingers trace his lips, while other hands stroke his throbbing cock. The hands explore his body, caressing, probing, pinching. Sometimes soft, others hard and painful. His senses are in overdrive. He reaches out to touch them, either of them.
He cries out as the paddle swats his ass hard.
"We didn't give you permission," says one of the sisters.
When he didn't respond, his head was pulled back painfully.
"I'm sorry Mistress!" he gasped. God, they were intoxicating. Never had he dreamed this kind of sex would be so exciting to him.
"I want his tongue, sister," he hears a voice purr in his ear. Hands pinch his nipples till tears well up. Teeth bite at his groin, painfully. His cock bounces in anticipation. God, he wants to feel...No! he has to stop those thoughts, the sisters command, he has no wants other than to please them. To hear their moans of pleasure, to feel them shiver with orgasms he gives, to have them tell him to touch, taste and pleasure.
Sometimes, the sisters will tie men up, or bind their hands, or chain them to a post in the floor, or to the bed or a chair.
