I threw the few things I had spread around the room into a duffle bag. I wasn't sure what might happen before check out time. There was two hours left. I decided to take a quick shower. I emerged just as the phone rang. It was the reception desk.
"Sir, there are two people down here who say they have an appointment with you, a young man named Ben and a girl Benita.."
I wondered at the odd names, but said, "Yes, they are expected. Send them up."
I quickly tightened my robe and passed a hand over my unruly curly hair, still some fell over my eyes. I felt an unusual sensation of being cute...and desirable. Where did that come from?
A firm rap on the door brought me to action. I opened it and was transfixed holding it. There stood two individuals. Obviously one was a girl, the other a boy. I took them to be about twenty, at most. Oh those piquant faces with generous, humorous mouths, those upturned, pert noses and impossibly long lashes. They were as cute as bugs, and short, maybe just over five feet. They both had the sinewy bodies of dancers.
They giggled at my dumbfoundedness. "Yes," the boy said, with a boyishly masculine voice, "We are twins. Of course, not identical."
"No," she said in a pleasant alto voice, "Identical twins must be of the same sex, but we are as close as possible...and we adore each other...like sibs, of course. I'm Benita, he's Ben. Easy to remember? Yes?"
Now I detected a slight foreign accent. French perhaps. But there was no chance to ponder. Ben said entering the room and taking off his blazer jacket and throwing it on a nearby chair, "Smith gave us a job and we will do it to everyone's satisfaction." He smiled, his perfect teeth mirroring his sisters. "You are already in a robe, ready for action. Give us two minutes and we shall be naked as...what you say....jaybirds,
There was a whirl of activity as the kids doffed their clothes, folded them neatly on a chair and stood before me like Tweedledee and Tweedledum, except they were more gorgeous naked than dressed. They both had perfect skin, only pubic hair. I could see the swell of their cute buttocks and the enticing line it formed.
Before I could get into a conversation, the two sat on either side of me and began kissing me. These puffy mouths nuzzling my ears, kissing the soft part of my neck and finally taking turns it hot mouth kisses.
My head was whirling. These kids needed no drugs to get me into their control, their very bodies were a drug.
These tender kisses, bordering on the audacious were bringing me waves of feeling up and down my body, and they new it. I saw them wink at each other. Next they shared my chest, licking and suckling. By now I was gasping for oxygen. Jane pointed at my stiff cock sticking out of the robe.
"Mat boi is happy with our work."
"Yes," Ben said, putting his warm hand on me penis, stroking it as if he owned it.
They were an intoxicating blend of cheekiness and passion. The combination had me off center, but wanting more.
"Stand up you handsome devil!" said Ben somewhat less boyish and more commanding than before.
Like a good boy, I stood, my robe falling off my shoulders and landing in a heap at my feet. Benita pulled it away. "Oh, look at his feet, they are the sexiest I've every seen."
"Shit, forget the feet, look at his ass. Have you ever seen a better one, all smooth and (he pulled my cheeks apart gently) no hair in the crease."
Benita took a look as well, "And what I like is that the area around his crinkle doesn't have hair, nor different coloration. It' s a rare asshole."
"Yes," Ben said, allowing his breath to fall on my ass cheeks, "The skin around the hole is often tan, or even brown, this is beautiful."
All this talk about my ass was getting me nervous. But my ass hole apparently was not unhappy. They remarked that it was pushing in and out as if it was kissing the air. Now I have never been particularly aware that my rear end was a sexual part of me. I thought it was just to sit on.
Suddenly Benita said, "Oh Mat, let's have some fun. Look at what I brought."
It was a strap on prick. She looked so delighted with herself that I had to smile. "You really don't think I would let you fuck me with that?"
"Why not?" Ben said, "After all, that's not being a gay bottom boy, Benita is a girl. This is just sex play."
I was so sexually charged my mind didn't work right. I nodded assent dumbly. The pushed me into a position on the couch on my knees and elbows. No matter what they had said, I felt like a girl waiting to be fucked on my wedding night.
I began to feel better when Benita began cooing in my ear about how macho I was and how this would make me a better lover of women. Did I believe it? Shit, I would believe anything this doll said, especially as the greasy strap-on rubbed my ass hole. Suddenly I began to wish that she would push forward. I yearned for that fullness that this, incidentally red, rubbery plastic device would give. I couldn't believe that it was my own voice saying, in a little boy's voice. "Benita, please, I want you to push that into me."
She laughed and pushed a small bottle of some stuff against my nose. It was poppers, but I had never seen or heard of this popular inhalant in the gay world. It was pressed against one nostril, and the other nostril she held closed. Wow, in a second I was transported into outer space. In that instance, Ben and Benita exchanged places. I still felt that fullness in my chute, but now it was a fleshy one. Truthfully it felt even better and though some part of me knew what was happening, I just shoved those thought aside.
Benita now spread her legs on each side of my shoulders. She picked up my chin and led into into her pussy. In a moment, my big tongue was lapping her vagina, searching for her hot button. Behind me, pretty Ben was sighing and mewling over my hot ass. He kissed my back, he pinched my ass cheeks. He was busy trying to get the most sensation he could deliver across to me. As far as Benita, cunt juice was like an aphrodisiac.
I was flying. Benita was crying out her cum, Ben was moaning loudly in my ear. Why couldn't I come? Maybe all the conflicting sensations hitting me all at once were short-circuiting my orgasm.
Ben must have guess. He pulled back his perfectly shaped hand and gave me a stinging slap on one of my muscular pears. I howled in pleasure and pain.
"He likes it," cooed Benita. "Hit him again, brother dear."
He hit the other cheek even harder. My head reared up and I began thrusting my hips against the rough couch fabric. As I began to unload, I could feel Ben's juices bathing my insides and Benita's cunt opening and closing in ecstatic orgasm. This all was intense. When we finished, I felt myself passing out.
Minutes passed. Ben, now dressed was applying a cool cloth to my forehead and Benita was sitting at the desk in the corner, fully dressed and writing furiously.
They both got up and came over to my naked form on the bed and each gave me a restrained kiss. The slipped out, leaving me still recovering from the orgy.
I closed my eyes and slipped in a profound sleep. It must have only lasted a few minutes as I felt a hand gently slapping my face. "Wake up fuck boy."
It was Mr. Smith, this time dressed in his usual severe suit and tie.
I smiled, proud of my sexual prowess. "How did I do?"
"Franklin Mat you did too good. You are one sexual freak. You are a boy who can't say no, as he song goes. If I sent you into the field, you would be a sucker for the first hot cunt or cock that came along."
"You mean I don't get the job?"
"No you don't, but if you are interested, and still want to make lots of dough, I can get you placed in a male brothel."
Where did I go wrong? I was a boy just trying to land the job. I felt sad seeing that money and cars and pension fall into dust, but still, a brothel might be exciting, and hot. Maybe I could get fucked again.
End