BJ Bliss Ch. 06 Sister Sister

Frank's lustrous head of grey hair, healthy tan, and irresistibly handsome smile made him quite the swinger for his age. His recent retirement allowed him put family business aside and spend his days focused on leisure. He finished hoisting the mainsail and turned to face his beautiful, sulking wife. Her wavy black hair and white sarong flowed beautifully in the breeze as she crossed her arms and looked at him in annoyance.

"Felicia, you never had the stomach for sailing and I never had the stomach for business," Frank began in his trademark prolific tone. "If you want to talk business, then we'll do it here." He reached out for her hand with a clever smile and escorted her across the deck to the comfortable seating area, where ice-cold beers awaited. "Julio, do you mind taking it from here?" Frank asked his assistant and first mate for the afternoon.

"Si, Señor," Julio replied. Felicia looked over Julio's young muscular body knowingly. Julio winked back to her and peaked at her bikini bottoms through the transparent sarong as she carefully took a seat next to her husband. Frank cracked open a bottle of beer and handed it to Felicia, who looked it over disapprovingly. She swallowed a sip with a cringe.

"Sorry, no martinis on the Honeybunch," Frank said proudly. He enjoyed a swig and basked in the sun and gentle floating waves that surrounded them. "Go ahead. Let's get this over with."

"Who do we know at Citizenship and Immigration Services?" Felicia asked eagerly, hoping that he wouldn't probe her for too many details.

"Well, that all falls under Homeland Security now".

"Sure, but you must be used to dealing with them. Don't tell me that your family's cruise lines and hotel chains don't have a direct contact in that office, not to mention a crack team of lawyers. You lived and breathed green cards back in the day."

"That I did," Frank confirmed as he enjoyed another sip and looked back at his wife through his sunglasses. "And if it's just a green card you want, consider it done. As long as the person in question doesn't mind technically being employed at one of our companies for sponsorship, that is. I won't even ask who it's for, save the details for the lawyers."

"Really?" Felicia responded suspiciously, quite surprised that he wouldn't put up a fight.

"Really," he replied as he looked over his wife with concern. He removed his sunglasses to look her in the eyes. "Felicia, you know I've always been happy with our arrangement. We've got our own places, you do what you want, I do what I want, but lately, you have me worried."

Felicia folded her arms and huffed like a child as she looked away into the water, annoyed that they were about to have a "talk."

"Now, to my credit I've supported every one of your schemes, including this one," Frank continued, "and no matter the cost. Flying in those twin escorts every weekend from San Francisco wasn't cheap, let alone moving them here permanently and paying their ridiculous salaries."

"I flew them here for you, Frank, or have you already forgotten the birthday party that your loving wife arranged for you? After that, well, what can I say? I grew attached. And for the salaries, those girls earn every penny. Can you imagine what it's like to work for me?"

"No, I can't," Frank replied with a laugh. "But I'm sure you're quite a ball buster. Felicia, you spend all of your time with Mika and Miko—"

"It's Miho," Felicia corrected.

"You spend all of your time with those girls and you haven't spoken to your own twin sister in years."

"Really, Frank?" Felicia snapped. "I told you from the start—you could have anyone in the world, anyone at all...except for her! I can't believe you would dare to bring up Claudia."

"I'm sorry, I thought we were past this," Frank replied sincerely.

"I'll decide when we are past this," Felicia said. She turned her back to the shrinking city skyscrapers as they floated further out into the lake. "And you'll be happy to know that Claudia and I have, in fact, reconnected. We have a business plan in the works. I'm not going to bore you with the details."

"Well, cheers to that," Frank offered with a kind smile. Felicia reluctantly clanked bottles with her husband and choked down another sip.

"You'll see soon enough," Felicia assured him. "I'm setting a different course. I want to do something important, something meaningful. I'm going to put petty squabbles behind me."

Frank laughed at her declaration. "Felicia, you enjoy petty squabbles just about as much as you enjoy to mixing business with pleasure."

"Pleasure is my business," Felicia shot back, "and don't you dare think that I would let today's business go without the appropriate pleasure, in part. When I get this green card squared away, you can expect a visit from me and the twins. You're going to have to pry our mouths off of you. How many times do you think you think we can make you cum in one night?"

"Not as many as last time," Frank laughed, "but I'll be dreaming about it. I'll be dreaming about you."

"Oh, Frank," Felicia said with a rare, sincere smile. "After all of these years, you still got it."

"Marco, baby, can I tell them we have a deal or what?!" Marco's agent pressed him over the phone.

"I have to sleep on it," Marco insisted as he looked himself over in the mirror and contemplated his life-changing opportunity, albeit, one that would not include roomfuls of women using him for blowjob practice. "You'll have Marco's answer tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, we'll talk first thing in the morning. First thing, Marco!" his agent demanded, ending the call abruptly.

Marco decided to head out to the gym and ponder his decision while toning himself up for his potential new career. With only an hour left before closing time at the neighborhood athletic club, he hopped on his bike and sped out into the night.

"You just made it, Marco," the peppy blonde behind the counter greeted as he swung through the doors. "It's totally dead tonight. I was going to close early."

"Gracias, Becky. Marco just needs a half hour," Marco assured her as he rushed up the stairs to the second floor.

Minutes later, peppy Becky was surprised to see two more last-minute visitors come through the door. "Do you have your member cards? We're closing in a half hour," she explained as they approached. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you! How can I help you ladies this evening?"

Marco took a seat on a bench and began powering through his free-weight bicep curls in front the wall mirrors when the reflection of two slender figures suddenly caught his eye. As they approached he couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the identical Japanese twins with skimpy purple leotards. The tight spandex fabric hugged their bodies mercilessly and barely covered up their smooth bikini areas in front. They wore bright white socks with colorful yellow and purple rings at the top where the fabric stretched past their knees. Marco took a deep breath and looked away politely to focus on his routine.

Mika and Miho began their stretches on the mat behind him. They turned their backs to him, slowly reaching for their feet and revealing the thong side of their leotards as they bent over. They continued to rotate in a rhythmic, aerobic fashion in unison as they aimed their tight cameltoes in his direction.

Marco groaned from the stress of the weights as he finished his set. The twins continued their captivating distraction and Marco couldn't help but look on at their reflection in the mirror. His shorts started to fill up with his erection and he stayed put on the bench in embarrassment, unable to get up and move on to his next exercise. He closed his eyes and desperately tried to think of something revolting to quell the rising bulge in his lap.

A sudden tap on his shoulder caused him to yelp out in surprise.

"Excuse me, sir," Mika said politely. "My sister and I want to do some bench presses, can you spot us?"

"Ah, okay," Marco agreed as he looked down at his shorts fearfully. "After you," he offered.

"Thanks!" Mika replied with an appreciative smile. She led him over to the bench where her twin sister was waiting patiently. Marco followed Mika closely, amazed at the revealing view of her ass, covered only by the thin strip of purple fabric that rode into her crack. She positioned him behind the bar as her sister laid on her back and attempted to lift it.

"You can spot her and I'll spot you," Mika said as ran her hands admiringly across his powerful shoulders. Marco, distracted by his concern for Miho, reached out to help her with the bar.

"There is entirely too much weight on this bar," Marco said as he helped a struggling Miho set the heavy bar back onto the rack. Miho giggled and took a deep breath as she peeked up at his crotch from the bench.

"See, this is why we need your help," Mika said as she she ran her hands slowly down his back and stroked his hips. Marco gulped and watched with embarrassment as the fabric of his shorts poked out with his erection just over Miho's face.

"Oh no!" Miho exclaimed from the bench. "I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to get you excited." She reached up and wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs to pull him closer to her face.

"Don't mind my sister," Mika explained. "She gets really horny when she works out, just like me. Do you get horny too, Marco?"

"How do you know my name?!" Marco asked with sudden alarm, yet unable to tear himself away from their shameless seduction.

"You work for BJ Bliss. You are a blowjob model, correct?" Mika asked.

"That is correct. Well, not anymore."

"What the hell do you mean?!" Mika blurted.

"Marco is going to take a full-time modeling gig. No more blowjob modeling."

Mika shared a look with her sister and then crouched down to have a quick discussion. They spoke rapidly in Japanese while Marco stood in suspense with a protruding erection.

"Okay," Mika said as she stood up and returned to her position behind Marco. "My sister and I have discussed and we have decided to fuck you anyway."

"Anyway?" Marco asked, repeating her last word in confusion.

"Yeah," Mika replied. "We had a very naughty plan to turn you over to our side, Marco. We work for a competitor. But, business aside, we are not ones to waste a good hard dick. What do you say? Can we suck it?"

"Right here?!" Marco asked in shock. "They'll be closing any minute."

"Marco, the gym is already closed. We sent the employees home," Mika explained as Miho continued to explore his thighs teasingly from below. "Our boss owns this gym and the six other locations as well. We get to do whatever the hell we want and, right now, we want to suck that big cock of yours. Together."

"I suppose there is no harm that," Marco reasoned out loud. He looked down to see Miho reaching into his shorts. She tickled his sack with her fingertips from below while Mika traced a line down his chest and clutched the bottom of his tank top. Marco groaned from Miho's massaging fingers and lifted his arms to help Mika peel off his sweaty tank top.

"You've obviously enjoyed your share of blowjobs, but nothing can prepare you for this," Mika bragged. She slipped her fingers under the band of his shorts and underwear and slowly pulled them down to his knees. His impressive manhood poked out, shadowing Miho's face below him. She put a hand to her mouth with a giggle.

Mika reached around to grab him by the shaft and watched admiringly as his throbbing head became engorged with blood. Miho licked her lips below him and eagerly extended her tongue.

"We are so very sorry for interrupting your workout, but it doesn't have to end," Mika explained. "Let's do some lunges!" She placed a hand on his hip and guided him down until his balls made contact with Miho's wet, puckered lips. She swirled his sack with enthusiastically with her tongue until Mika directed him upright again.

"Let's do a set of ten, nice and slow," Mika directed. She guided Marco down again and stroked his shaft as he laid his balls out onto Miho's waiting face. Miho sucked on his balls for a few seconds before releasing him on with a 'pop' his way up. He lunged again and Miho eagerly poked her little nose against his balls and rubbed it around affectionately while he groaned in pleasure.

"Go ahead. Rub your balls all over her cute little face. She likes it. See?" Mika said as she gripped his sack and playfully dragged it across Miho's forehead and cheeks. Miho moaned in pleasure and rubbed herself between the legs over her leotard.

Marco watched with widened eyes as Mika jerked him intently and continued to slide his balls across her sister's face. He felt his sack tighten up and the swelling of an impending orgasm.

"Marco, you aren't going to last very long with us. Don't even try to hold back," Mika warned. "Don't worry, though. We'll be sure to coax a few big, sticky loads out of you this evening." She quickly maneuvered over to the bench and climbed on top of her sister. Marco looked on with amazement as they beckoned him to come closer and fill their mouths with his cock and balls.

Mika grasped his shaft and eagerly ran her tongue across his impressive length while Miho lapped his balls from below. He watched as all eight and a half of his inches disappeared into Mika's throat and she looked up at him, batting her big brown eyes. She began to lunge relentlessly and fill the room with the sloppy wet sounds as her drool trickled down to his sack and onto Miho's chin.

Marco couldn't contain himself, as Mika predicted. His balls quivered in Miho's mouth and he gripped Mika's shoulders supportively as she jammed him repeatedly into her throat. He finally gave way to the trembling contractions in his loin and let out a loud groan.

Mika's eyes lit up with satisfaction and she tightened her lips firmly around the head of his cock as he fired off hot jets of cum onto the roof of her mouth. He filled up her mouth for what felt like minutes as each pleasurable gooey squirt piled up on to her tongue and pooled up to the corners of her mouth.

Mika rested chin-to-chin above her sister and Marco watched with heavy breaths as Mika allowed his sticky load to dangle past her lips and into her sister's gaping mouth below her, saving just enough for herself. They sat side-by-side on the bench and proceeded to blow competitive cum bubbles with their respective mouthfulls of semen. Marco furrowed his brow in surprise.

"I win!" Mika declared, asserting her status as the sole cum-bubble contest judge. Miho frowned with disappointment. They swallowed with wet sloppy gulps and smiled in Marco's direction.

"Now that we got that out of the way, why don't you have a look and see how wet you made us?" Mika helped her sister up from the bench and they bent over, cheek-to-cheek.

Marco admired the dark purple fabric at their crotches, which was soaked in their juices. They swiveled their hips in unison, coaxing him to have a feel. He ran his hands up the back of their legs, starting from just above their socks. They moaned with approval as he traced his fingers up their perky cheeks.

"We are very bad girls. What are you going to do about it?" Mika asked, causing Miho to giggle. Marco took the hint and softly explored their tight little ass cheeks before giving them each a slap. They squirmed approvingly, encouraging him to continue. He spanked them harder with dull slaps against the palm of his hand and they yelped with passion.

Marco eyed the soaked fabric of their leotards and teased his fingers around their wet protruding crotches. He gave them a firm pinch on their pussy lips and ran his tongue up their cracks, along the thong strip. They moaned and drenched their leotards in anticipation. Finally, Marco slipped his hand under their thongs and pulled them aside, exposing their smooth pussies and cute assholes to his waiting breath.

He enjoyed a lingering taste of each twin as he skillfully wielded his tongue across their cracks. He rested the length of his hot tongue across each of their pussies for several seconds and circled their assholes slowly, one-by-one as they gasped in pleasure. After pulling back and depriving them of sensation they eagerly bent towards him, only to feel the tingle of his hot, blowing breath.

"Fuck!" Mika blurted in heated frustration. "Okay, you're good, Marco. I want you inside me now."

"Oh no," Marco replied. He gripped their flimsy leotards with all of his strength and ripped them open.

"Marco is calling the shots now."

Mika and Miho looked at each other in shock as Marco tore the purple spandex fabric away from their bodies like it was made out of plastic wrap. He eagerly revealed their firm sweaty bodies as they bent over before him in suspense in their gym shoes and knee high socks. He proceeded with greedy tongue strokes across both of them, from their wet cunts all the way up the cracks of their asses while they moaned in ecstasy.

Marco traced his tongue down their slits and circled around their throbbing clitoral heads before finally allowing them solid stimulation on their hot little pink buttons. He sucked on their engorged clits and continued to lick and rub them rhythmically into climax. The twins' lustful squeaky moans bounced off of the gym walls as they trembled from Marco's relentless oral assault and clung tightly to the weight bench.

"What do you think ladies?" Marco boasted as he stood over the satisfied twins with a growing erection. Mika and Miho sat on the bench, speechless and breathing heavy as they eyed his manhood wantonly. Marco approached the bench, presenting his cock to the twins as they licked their lips and shared a glance with each other.

"Bichi bichi?" Miho asked her sister. Marco scrunched his eyes in confusion.

"Yeah, let's play bichi bichi!" Mika confirmed. They reached out to nestle Marco's cock and balls into their hands.

"Whatever that is, it sounds lovely," Marco remarked, causing them to giggle. He braced himself as the twins explored his sack with their fingers and pressed their puckered lips against his shaft. They glided in unison repeatedly, sandwiching him between their warm wet lips.

When fully extended to her liking, Mika took him into her mouth and allowed his head to press firmly against the inside of her cheek like a fishhook. She pulled her head away from her sister until his throbbing head popped out of the corner of her mouth slapped against Miho's cheek with a 'bop'. Miho laughed as Marco's cock bounced off of her face and eagerly stuffed him into her cheek to send him flying back to Mika.

"Don't mind us, it's just a little game we play," Mika said to Marco with a wink. Miho popped his stiff erection out of her mouth and he bopped against Mika's cheek. They continued to dickslap each other playfully for several rounds before Mika took his cock into her hand intently.

"Marco," Mika pouted as she slid the tip of his head across her face and dabbed herself with his pre-cum. "Will you please fuck us?"

"Perhaps. Marco isn't easy, you know?"

"Damn it!" Mika groaned in frustration. She was not accustomed to begging, but she found herself throbbing and moistening between the legs from the challenge. She pulled Miho cheek-to-cheek with her and slid the engorged head of his cock back and forth across their little noses.

"Don't you want to splatter your cum all over our identical, pretty little faces?" Mika pleaded. "You just have to give us what we want."

Marco's face lit up and he swelled uncontrollably from the suggestion. "Okay, girls," he conceded. He helped them up from the bench. "Let me show you how Marco does it."

Marco suddenly grabbed Miho by the hips and lifted her effortlessly into the air as she gasped in surprise. Mika watched with seething jealousy as he raised Miho's crotch to his face and dragged his tongue slowly across her swollen pussy lips. He nuzzled his biceps under the bends of her knees, held her lower back supportively, and proceeded to glide her dripping crack across his chest on the way to his waiting erection.