Page 7 of Double XL Mountain Men
Stop, Cindy, it says.You’re here to fill in for Kiki and she said that this is strictly dancing. There’s no sex so get your mind out of the gutter!
Yet I know that the “no-sex” rule can’t be true because there’s simply too much lust wafting in the air. The men are handsome, virile, and very alpha. The women are lush and ready, with big tits and flirtatious giggles. This definitely isn’t going to be “just dancing” or “hostessing” or what any of the girls call it. I doubt there will be very much conversation, in fact, and my internal alarm bells go off.
You’re not a sex worker, the voice in my head rasps.You don’t have to do this. It’s not too late to call an Uber to get out of here.
Except that itistoo late because there’s no signal on the mountain, so how am I supposed to call a car? I have to think. As the men continue to make introductions, I slip off into the kitchen, my heart racing. What should I do? Is there a landline that I can use, or a short-wave radio of some sort? Walkie-talkies? But how would I call an Uber with a walkie-talkie? Surely, there must be some way to reach emergency services, right?
Introductions have ended outside, and I hear the chatter of voices begin as people start to mix and mingle. Good. The more pre-occupied they are, the more time I have to make my escape. I slink across the kitchen to what I suspect is a closet, and open the door to be faced with racks of food stuffs. There are canned beans, rice, squash, cereal, and so many condiments that it’s fit to feed a Roman legion. Wow, the men must eat a lot, or maybe they plan to stay at the cabin for a long time. Nonetheless, it’s not my business, and I flick the storage room light on and begin to search for some means of communication.
Ah ha! Behind a stack of canned beans is a first aid kit, and I feel heartened because I must be getting closer. Surely, they must keep flashlights somewhere? Or a fire extinguisher? I pick up a huge bottle of ketchup to move it out of the way when suddenly, a deep voice interrupts my snooping.
“Do you need mustard with that?” it drawls with amusement. “We have Dijon and plain.”
“Or maybe you need a dog,” a second masculine voice rasps. “Two big ones, if you get my drift.”
I whirl around, my eyes wide and sure enough it’s the gorgeous twins from before. They’re so tall that their dark heads seem to brush the ceiling of the storage room, those massive shoulders stretching from one end of the narrow aisle to the other. The compact space seems even tinier with them in it, and my heart races as I scramble for words.
“Oh, um, I was just looking for mayonnaise,” I riff spontaneously. “You know, for um ...”
“Yes?” one twin asks, a black brow arched with amusement. “For what?”
“Do you need to lube something?” his brother smirks, that mobile mouth so passionate and yet cruel at once. “Please, by all means tell us so we can be good hosts.”
Oh my god, I could kiss these men, and yet punch them too! Their innuendos and double entendres are off the charts, and frankly, insulting too. As a result, I straighten and toss my blonde locks, the big bottle of ketchup still in one hand.
“I just need some grease for my heels,” I say in a lofty tone. “These shoes are uncomfortable, and the back is rubbing againstone of my ankles, so I thought I’d use some mayonnaise as a lubricant.”
There’s a startled pause.
“Oh really,” the first brother rumbles, still looking insanely handsome and amused at once. “The ketchup, I mean mayonnaise, is for your shoe.”
“We’d be happy to help you grease whatever you like,” his twin adds in a low tone, a chuckle infusing his voice. “Anywhere, anything, on your body. Just let us know, pretty girl.”
I stare at the two men, my big bust rising and falling in the intimacy of the small storeroom. It’s hot and my head feels like it’s going to burst, and yet I’m also conscious of a delicious wetness forming between my thighs. OMG, I can’t believe I’m attracted to such assholes! I need to get out of here before something really embarrassing happens. But how? Their two massive forms block the only way out.
“Um, I’m okay, thanks,” I say in what I hope is a calm tone. “Now, if you’ll just excuse me,” I say with a pointed look at the door behind the two men. “I’ll be getting to my lubrications.”
The men don’t budge at all. They resemble twin mountains, so tall and gorgeous, with flashing blue eyes and knowing grins on their mouths.
“Like my bro said, we’re more than happy to help with any lubricating you might need,” the first one speaks in an amused drawl. “But where are my manners? I’m Brandon Coleman.”
“And I’m Brent,” his twin chimes from behind him. “Where do you need lubed again? Show us, and let us help, sweetheart. Ithink you’ll appreciate the ... ah,sensationsthat four hands can bring. We’re only too happy to be of assistance.”
I stare at the men because are they for real? Are they really saying these vile words, while blocking my way to the door? But as I color and gasp, they smile knowingly, flashing movie-star white grins.
“There’s no need to be shy,” Brandon growls. “Or offended, for that matter, because you’re here to party with us.”
“Resistance is futile,” Brent adds, a sly smile on his face as he toys with the fly of his pants. “You know you want it, sweetheart. Have you ever sampled two at once?”
I gasp because the truth is that Idowant to know what it’s like. I’m so sick of being a nerdy girl who’s holed up in the library with her books at all hours. I’m so tired of always spending my Friday nights reading magazines while snacking on powdery donuts and looking like a snowy mountain top afterwards. Now, these handsome alpha males are offering me a chance at pure, unadulterated fantasy ... and I might just take them up on it.
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Brent
She’s gorgeous, even when taken by surprise. The blonde woman parts her plush pout in a gasp as her big tits heave beneath that tiny mini-dress. Who are we kidding, anyways? That thing’s barely even a dress. It looks like a tube of fabric that’s stretched to the max over her large Double D tits, and it’s so short that she’s practically flashing her cunt at every step. Literally, it’s so tiny that I can see the shine of fluid on her ivory thighs, and it’s then that I know my brother and I are golden. The beautiful blonde’s pussy is wet with arousal because she wants us.Of course she does.
After all, my twin and I are prime examples of masculinity and dominance. We’re both six four, with dark hair, arresting blue eyes, and the faces of a Roman general. Our profiles are patrician, and we could easily be members of the aristocracy, or an angry god ready to mete his wrath on the populace.
