Caren had never fucked brothers before, let alone twins. Their names were Dominic and Carl — or so they’d told her at the reception desk.
She’d seen them in the hotel restaurant the night before. It was difficult not to notice the tall, handsome Latino waiters. A knot of excitement had formed in her stomach, and she’d practically creamed her panties at the possibilities. It was the perfect opportunity, she had thought.
Setting it up had been easy. She’d scribbled a note, then winked at one of them. He’d immediately come over and she’d slipped him the folded paper whilst innocently ordering another drink. Neither her parents nor anyone else had noticed anything unusual.
Today — finally — she was alone at last. The timing would be tight, she knew. But it was worth the risk. At the agreed knock, she quickly opened the door. There they stood, smug and expectant.
“We don’t have long,” she said, eying them up. Impossible to tell apart, she thought. I'll think of the one on the left as Dominic. “Twenty minutes and I need to be downstairs.”
“We know,” Dominic smirked. “Twenty minutes should be plenty for what you want.”
Deliberately, she slid her dress up, revealing the creamy, seductive flesh of her thigh above the stocking top.
“Well…?” she said provocatively. “Are you going to come in?”
The one on the right — Carl? — sucked in his breath.
“God, you’re a right little minx, aren’t you?”
“Do you want me or not?” she asked tauntingly.
“Oh yes,” breathed Dominic.
“So you’d better take that pretty little dress off,” teased Carl. “It might get ruined, and you wouldn't want that.”
“No, I want to keep it on.” Her juices started flowing at the mere thought of being fucked by these two whilst wearing her dress. It was the most expensive she’d ever owned.
Carl shrugged. “Alright then, slut. You asked for it — get on your knees! I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Oh God, she loved it when — as requested — they spoke to her like that!
Dropping to her knees she quickly unzipped his fly and prised his semi-erect manhood loose. Posing with it against her cheek, she looked up at him.
“Would you like pictures…?”
Carl’s eyes widened. “Lord, you really are a whore, aren’t you?”
In response, she slipped her lips over the glans and began to work his thick cock with her tongue. The noise of moaning and lewd slurping filled the room as she sucked his lengthening organ.
“Ahhh — you’re going to make me cum you dirty little bitch!” He pulled his saliva-covered member from her mouth. “Get on the bed — show us your cunt, you depraved cow.”
Obeying quickly, she knelt as directed and Carl flipped her dress over her back.
“Pull her knickers down, Carl. Give this trollop the treatment she deserves.”
Caren’s panties were yanked roughly down her thighs, exposing her luscious bottom. Dominic knelt on the bed in front of her and thrust his hard cock towards her mouth.
