I run a fancy nightclub/function room. Normally we have a $100 surcharge and serve $50 cocktails, but sometimes I rent it out for special occasions. You know the type of place. Underdressed clients and overdressed waiters and almost anything goes, if the price is right. I thought I'd seen it all: hens' nights, bucks' parties, stuff like that. The wildest party I had seen was a hens' night where the strippers - plural - were groped and assaulted; I'd have said they were raped if they hadn't been so willing to let it happen, by the hen and her friends. I thought this night would be a quiet one - two couples had hired my room, and they wanted one male and one female waiter. I was behind the bar.
Right on time, in walked two sets of identical twins. Two guys, two girls. One of the guys walked over, introduced himself as Adam. His brother was Robert - or Bob, as he liked to be called. Their girls were Laura and Mandy. Both girls had identical wedding bands on - also identical diamond engagement rings. Same colour lip gloss, same colour nail polish, same hair styles. Buggered if I could tell them apart!
One guy, Adam, brought over his wife, Mandy, while Bob introduced Laura. They asked for some drinks to get themselves started. Now my place isn't cheap - these four must've been well off, as they'd rented the whole room for the whole night, right up to closing time. The girls wanted some leg openers - also known as French Champagne. It's absolutely the best thing to get a woman to put out, or so I've found through my years working a bar. Good stuff, too, $600 bottles, and over the next hour or so they went through a few bottles.
The guys were taking their time with their drinks, one nursing a gin and tonic while his twin had a Scotch, neat. After some time, the girls went to the toilets together - I'll never understand why women can't go alone! They returned about ten minutes later, giggling like naughty school girls - naked, naughty giggling schoolgirls at that. The only thing each had on was her jewellery. They glanced at each other, then each girl went to her man. Belts were undone, zippers went down, girls' heads starting to bob in unison while the guys started smiling, groaning with pleasure.
The girls removed the guys' pants, then their boxers. One girl turned to the other and licked her finger, then announced to the room that her guy loved it when she stuck her fingers up his arse. She spread her guy's arse, started rimming him, and then slowly pushed a finger up there. Her sister, watching closely, said her man also liked it. She repeated her sister's performance -- first a bit of rimming, then a finger inched into his hole. Each girl slowly worked their guy's arse with their hand, as gradually two fingers, then three, stretched the boys' arseholes. All the while heads were bobbing up and down shafts, licking balls, sucking cocks in all the way to their hairy nut sacks, cock shafts ending deep down their throats.
Both Bob and Adam seemed to enjoy the attention. First one, then the other, stood up and held his girl's head. With the girls' fingers still up their arses, the boys started fucking those throats, building up speed and intensity until they blew - one guy down his woman's throat, the other guy all over her face. Cum dripped slowly down her chin, eventually landing on her breast.
Our waiter and waitress were looking on, bored, as they'd had nothing to do for a while - the table service had temporarily stopped. After the face fucking, though, another bottle of Champagne was quickly ordered and consumed by the girls. This gave Adam and Bob a chance to recover, and one of the girls ordered another bottle just as the guys looked ready to go again. This time the girls used their hands, tugging those cocks quick and hard. Just as the first guy was about to blow, his girl clamped her mouth over his shaft. She took his load, every drop, then let it dribble into an empty Champagne glass. Her sister copied her a few moments later, and also spat a load into the glass. She then added a bit of Champagne to the glass, and waved our waitress - Fiona - over.
She asked Fiona if she wanted a drink, indicating the glass of bubbly sperm. Fiona looked doubtful, until the twin grabbed her man's wallet and pulled out a $100 bill. She leaned over and kissed Fiona full on the lips. Fiona looked a bit shocked, but the twin smiled and slipped the hundred into Fiona's bra. "That's for the kiss. How much for you to have a drink?", she asked again.