Another hot sweltering night in Houston, Texas; almost ninety degrees at 11 P.M. A brief pop-up thunderstorm had just finished basting the entire city, steam was still rising from the concrete sidewalks as I pulled into the parking garage of the downtown high-rise hotel where I was staying. Having just enjoyed a delicious steak at Brenner's on the Bayou, a favorite among the locals, I was ready for a stiff drink and a different kind of meat; something sweeter, something juicier.
I made my way through the lobby and decided to stop by the bar for that drink I had been longing for. It was my fourth night in the hotel, so the bartender Ron and I were on a first name basis. He was drying off a row of Collins glasses as I loosened my tie and sat down at the bar. The place was relatively empty. There were some older couples sharing drinks along the wall, and a pretty, young blonde co-ed sitting across the bar from where I landed.
The cute little nymphette had platinum blonde hair, which hung well past the middle of her back. She was wearing a short black sequin covered, body hugging, spaghetti strap dress, long dangly white earrings, and ruby red, glittering sandal-toe heels. She had plenty breast cleavage showing as the dress had her firm round titties tucked up high and tight. She smiled at me softly, sucking seductively on her drink straw as I sat down.
"Hey Uhl, what can I get you?" asked Ron the bartender.
"I'll take a double shot of that sweet little thing across the bar," I told him softly with a smile.
"A double shot huh?" he asked, with a confused look. "Have you been here before this week?" he asked with a devious smile, pouring me three fingers of Maker's Mark.
"Huh?" I asked, gazing at the young, tanned blonde across the way.
"Nothing," he smiled. "Should I send the pretty girl a little something on your behalf?" he asked with a grin.
"Yes, please," I told him. "Set up her imaginary friend too," I chuckled, pointing discreetly at the unattended Margarita glass, and abandoned black clutch purse sitting on the bar in front of the empty stool beside her.
Ron promptly served the young lady, and she smiled seductively over at me, but never came over. That is until her doppelganger appeared out of nowhere and slid up on the barstool next to her. A bookend blonde beauty, identical in every way, clearly her twin sister. Her mirror reflection wore the same sequined dress in white, matching earrings in black, and the same red sparkly heels. All I could do was shake my head and smile. I had fallen into the middle of every young man's masturbation fantasy.
The girl's grabbed their drinks and their purses, then walked slowly over to my side of the bar with their sexy hips swaying softly, and their firm round boobies bouncing gently. Both making sure that I noticed they weren't wearing any panties as they slid up onto the barstools on opposite sides of me.
"Hi! I'm Pamela," said the fox on my right, setting down her drink, tugging at the hem of her short skirt, rocking softly from side to side as she did.
"I'm Tamila," echoed the sexy vixen on my left, taking a sip of her fresh drink before setting it down, adjusting the top of her dress.
"Good evening, ladies," I told them with a smile. "My name's Uhl," I added, as Ron glanced over from the far side of the bar.
"So, tell us Mr.? What brings you to Houston?" asked Pamela, placing her left hand softly on my right thigh.
"Wett... Mr. Wett," I told them, placing my hand gently atop Tamila's right thigh, taking another sip of Kentucky's finest.
We began a very flirtatious, innuendo laden conversation that gradually transitioned over to full blown sex talk. One girl sucking naughtily on her straw and the other running her tongue seductively around the rim of her glass, licking up the coarse ground salt. Whispers turned to kisses, and caresses morphed into gropes. I was fully erect when one of them gave my bulging crotch a firm squeeze, then leaned over and whispered.
"If you're trying to decide which one of us to take upstairs Mr. Wett, don't." smiled Pamela. "We're a package deal," she said softly.
"College Cheerleaders are BOGO tonight," whispered Tamila softly in my ear from the other side, gently caressing the growing bulge in my trousers.
"BOGO?" I asked curiously, with a smile on my face.
"Bang one, get one," purred Pamela to my right, her lips sucking softly at my neck, sliding her hand beneath my jacket, softly caressing my chest.
"Here's one for the road, it's on the house," smiled Ron, sitting down three fresh drinks in front of us.
"Thanks Ron," I smiled, half-heartedly, realizing that my plan to invite the sexy duo upstairs had just suffered a minor setback.
"Uhl, I know these girls pretty well, why don't you go ahead and take these drinks with you, I can get the glasses back tomorrow evening," said Ron, perhaps sensing my frustration at his otherwise generous deed.
"Are you sure?" I asked, a little surprised, slamming back my bourbon, setting my empty glass back on the bar.
"Absolutely," he said smiling. "Go ahead and get on out of here if you want."
"Our apartment is close," said Tamila as we eased away from the bar.
"My room is closer; just an elevator ride away girls," I told them, placing one arm behind each of their backs, and a hand gently on both their asses as I ushered them to a waiting elevator just outside the bar.
"So, how do you two know Ron so well?" I asked, on our way to the elevator.
"Oh, he's our..." Pamela started to say, before being cut-off by her sister.
"Uncle, he's our uncle Mr. Wett," said Tamila, emphatically finishing the reply for Pamela.
There was a room a dozen floors up, that was about to become "Party Central." My cock was throbbing, and I had a good buzz on. The alluring scent of sweet young pussy swirled softly in the tiny elevator, as I gently pressed them both to the wall, kissing Pamela lightly on the lips, groping her left breast, strumming her hard nipple like the D-string on my Fender guitar. I eased my left hand slowly beneath Tamila's dress and softly cupped her warm bald pussy.
When we entered my room, I kicked off my Lucchese's, then tossed my keys, wallet, and money clip into my open briefcase. I closed the lid, clicked the snaps, and spun the wheels, it was time to fuck! I turned back towards the door and smiled; two bare asses, and four bouncing C-Cup titties were already making their way towards me. Their tan-lines were razor sharp, their nipples vivid pink. They had matching red and black Cougar Paw tattoos on their right buttocks.
One naked nymphette knelt in front of me, slipping off my socks, unbuckling, unbuttoning and slowly pulling down the zipper of my pants. I stood motionless as they fell around my ankles, then stepped out of them. My thick veiny cock sprang free, slapping her playfully in the face. She gently kissed the underside of my softly swaying shaft with her warm wet lips, then nuzzled my smooth full balls, savoring my clean manly scent as it came slowly to a stop.
"Fuck," she whispered softly, placing one hand flat against the front of my thigh, the other between her legs, suckling softly on its dripping purple head.
The other tiny slut stood on her tiptoes, untied my tie, pulled it slowly from beneath my buttoned-down collar, and tossed it aside, quickly unbuttoning my starched white oxford, pushing her long slender fingers softly through the hair on my chest, sucking softly at my nipples, before eagerly joining her sister on the floor between my legs. The horny pair were all smiles as they got their first taste.
I eased my naked ass back against the edge of the desk, tilted my head back, moaned with pleasure, and softly pushed my fingers through their long blonde hair. Four sky blues stared up at me as two pair of warm wet lips began to devour my hungry cock. Their choreographed teases soon turned to an erotic sibling challenge. An oral version of can you top this as one at a time, they both choked on my cock, each of them trying to take it deep into the back of their throat.
My spongy pink head was smeared with precum and saliva, slobber was dripping from my heavy hanging balls, and they were both gasping for breath as I stepped from between them and made my way slowly over to the bed while they watched curiously. I stood at the side of the bed and point to it with my open hand, my hard cock throbbing and glistening as I told them what I wanted next, what I needed most.