The Black Box

 return to The Black Box the next day. I go to the bar, and order a scotch.  The bartender slides a glass my way, ice cubes clinking as you take a sip. The scotch burns pleasantly down your throat, a contrast to the memory of Jennifer's mouth around your cock. Your fingers still tingle from the texture of Sandra's skin under your hands.

I scan the crowd absently, noting the usual assortment of couples and groups that frequent this part of the club. The main stage performance has drawn most eyes away from the bar area. A woman in a tight black dress catches my eye as she walks past, but my mind stays fixed on the private room.

The scotch helps loosen the tightness in my chest.  The music pulses through the club, the bass vibrating through the floor beneath your feet. Memories surface - the way Jennifer had ridden me with such focused intensity, Sandra's fingers working her clit while watching you both.

Two blondes catch my eye. I recognize them instantly - Dakota and Elle Fanning.

Your breath catches as the Fanning sisters pass by, their identical platinum-blond hair catching the club lights. They move with that practiced synchronization that sisters have, shoulders bumping as they laugh at some private joke. Dakota notices my gaze first, meeting it with an expression that's half flirtation, half challenge. Elle follows her sister's line of sight and her face flushes pink as she recognizes you.

The sisters stop walking, turning to face me. Their matching outfits, silver halter tops and tight black leather pants, are deliberately coordinated, though Dakota's top plunges lower and Elle's pants sit just a little tighter. Dakota's smile widens as she moves closer to you, while Elle hangs back, chewing her bottom lip.

"We saw your performance with Sandra and Jennifer last night. We knew we had to return tonight."

Dakota's hand comes to rest on my forearm as she speaks, her fingers pressing lightly against the inside of my wrist. Your pulse jumps under her touch.

Elle moves forward now, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her sister. Their matching smiles hold a similar expression—curious, hungry. Elle's face still carries the faintest pink flush, but her gaze is steady as she meets mine.

"Did you enjoy that show as much as we did?" Dakota asks, leaning in slightly. Her breath is warm against my neck. "We watched the whole thing. Every second."

I take another sip of scotch to steady yourself, feeling their attention like a physical weight. Elle's gaze drops briefly to my lips before meeting your eyes again.

"We wondered," she says quietly, "if you might be interested in... returning the favor."

I ask "You're interested in putting on a show with me?" 

 "Thinking about it. Only on the stage. So we can see the people watching us." Elle says. Dakota agrees.

 Dakota's fingers trace circles on my forearm as she moves closer. "The main stage is free in ten minutes." She speaks softly, her breath hot against my ear. "We want to show everyone what we can do to you."

Elle nods, biting her lip again. "We saw how Jennifer and Sandra... well, we want to see if you can handle both of us." There's a new confidence in her tone as she says it, though her face still flushes pink at the challenge.

My cock twitches at the image forming in your mind—these two gorgeous blonds taking turns with me on the main stage, their similar features framing expressions of pleasure as they work me over. The scotch burns in my stomach as you take a last sip.

I say "I've never done sisters before. This should be interesting."

Their matching smiles widen at my response. Dakota's fingers tighten slightly around my wrist, her thumb pressing into your pulse point. "I've dreamed about your hands last night, your cum in my mouth," she confesses, her words almost inaudible over the club music. Her fingers toy with the hem of her top, exposing a sliver of smooth stomach.

The main stage looms behind me, currently occupied by a woman grinding against a pole. The audience surges forward in waves, eyes fixed on the performer. Our own audience is growing - I notice more people glancing toward our group now, whispering behind hands. Word travels fast in the Black Box.

"We don't do this often," Dakota says, her hand sliding up to my bicep. "But when we do..." She pauses, letting the implication hang between us.

"How much you willing to pay?" I inquire.

Elle's breath catches audibly at your question. She exchanges a quick glance with Dakota, who doesn't hesitate.

"Five thousand for the stage show," Dakota says, her fingers now tracing the edge of your shirt. "And another thousand if you fuck us both afterward. In private."

The number makes my pulse quicken. It's more than twice what Jennifer and Sandra paid me. These sisters clearly aren't messing around. I drink the last of the scotch, savoring the burn as I consider their proposition.

"You want me to fuck both of you?" I ask, just to be clear. "At the same time?"

Dakota's smile turns wolfish. "That's what we're offering, yes." Her hand slides around to my back, fingers playing with the waistband of my pants. "Unless you think you can't handle it."

Elle's blush deepens as she watches this exchange. "We've... practiced," she admits shyly.

"I can handle you both. Let's do this." 

Dakota's smile widens, revealing perfect white teeth. Her hand slides lower, fingers dipping beneath your waistband to tease at the skin just above your ass. "Good answer," she purrs. The words vibrate against your ear as she moves closer. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

Elle's hands come to rest on your chest, her touch lighter than her sister's but no less bold. You notice her breathing quicken as she looks up at you through her lashes. "We watched you with Jennifer and Sandra," she admits, her words hushed. "Watched how you made them... how you made them lose control." Her nails scrape lightly over your pecs.

A spotlight suddenly flashes over the main stage as the current performance ends. The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles. Dakota doesn't release you as she turns to face the stage, her grip tightening almost possessively.

"They're clearing the stage now."

"Let's get ready."

Dakota's hand slides up my back to grip my shoulder, guiding me toward the backstage area.

"The stage is waiting," Dakota murmurs. The crowd parts for you instinctively—word has spread about the upcoming show. Whispers follow you. We go on stage.

Dakota wastes no time, stepping in front of me and lifting her top over her head. Her breasts are small but perky. She tosses the fabric aside and immediately starts working on my belt buckle. The audience roars their approval as her fingers deftly open my pants. Her hands slide down my bare hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my boxers.

"You're already half-hard," she notes with satisfaction. "I love that." She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, then bites her lip. "I bet you could get all the way hard watching Elle undress for you."

Elle hesitates a moment, but the crowd's energy emboldens her. She slowly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing matching pink lace that strains slightly across her fuller chest. The audience whistles. She unhooks her bra with practiced ease, letting her heavy breasts spill free. Her pink nipples stiffen in the cool air.

Dakota's hands slide beneath my shirt, pushing it up my torso. "I want to see all of you," she says.

The shirt joins their growing pile of clothing on the floor. The audience surges forward, pressing against the stage barriers as Dakota's hands roam my bare chest. ]

Elle steps closer, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders. She presses her soft body against you, her nipples brushing your skin. "May I?" she asks softly. Before you can answer, she's kissing along your collarbone, her hands sliding down your torso.

Dakota watches with hungry eyes, her fingers tracing the outline of your hardening cock through your boxers. "She's always been good with her mouth," Dakota says with a smirk. "I think you'll enjoy that talent soon enough."

The crowd's energy builds as Elle kisses lower, her tongue dipping into your navel. Dakota steps behind you, pressing her small but firm breasts against your back as her hands slip around to your front.

Elle's eyes brighten with pleasure. She kisses down my stomach, her hands sliding around to grip my ass as she sinks to her knees. The audience surges forward, pressing against the stage barriers.

Dakota's hands move lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers. She pulls them down slowly, deliberately, until my cock springs free. The audience erupts in cheers. She crouches beside Elle, her small hands wrapping around your shaft from behind.

"Look at how they're reacting," Dakota breathes in my ear. Her free hand slides around to palm my balls as Elle's mouth hovers just above my tip. "They want to see you fuck my sister properly."

Elle doesn't need encouragement. She licks a slow stripe from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the head. The crowd goes wild. Her mouth opens wider, taking me in slowly.

"Oh Fuck!"

Elle's mouth feels incredible. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of my cock while her fingers dig into my thighs. The audience's reaction is deafening—whistles and shouts echo through the room.

Dakota's hand moves faster, her grip tight but not painful as she jerks me off from behind. "You like that, don't you?" she murmurs, her lips brushing your earlobe. "My sister has a talented mouth."

Elle hums her agreement around my cock, the vibration shooting through me. She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes before swallowing me again. Her fingers trail up to tease my balls.

Dakota's hands slide up my chest, nails scraping lightly. "I want to see you come," she says. "But not yet. Not until I'm ready for you."

Dakota gestures to a muscular stagehand who immediately produces a chair and places it center stage.

Dakota sinks into the chair, spreading her legs wide. "Elle, come here," she commands. Her sister reluctantly pulls away from your cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The crowd whistles as Elle stands.

Dakota guides her sister's face between her thighs. "Show them what you can do," she purrs. Elle doesn't hesitate this time, diving in immediately. Dakota's head falls back with a soft moan as her hips lift off the seat. The audience moves closer, pressing against the barriers.

"You can watch, or you can join," Dakota pants as Elle's tongue works between her legs.

I move in behind Elle, and rub my cock against her ass.

Elle arches her back instinctively as she feels my cock against her ass, pressing her face harder into Dakota's pussy. The leather chair creaks as Dakota's hips jerk upward, her fingers tangling in her sister's hair.

"You feel so good," Dakota moans, her back arching off the chair. "Don't stop Elle." Her other hand reaches back to grip my thigh, pulling me tighter against her sister.

The audience presses closer, phones raised to capture the moment. Someone shouts encouragement. Elle's muffled moans vibrate against Dakota's clit as she works her tongue with renewed enthusiasm.

I slide one hand up Elle's back, and around to her breasts, and squeeze. She pushes back against me, her ass grinding against my cock. Dakota's breathing grows ragged.

"Fuck yes," Dakota hisses. "Make her come. Make her come while I watch."

I insert my dick into Elle's pussy.

Elle gasps sharply as I slide inside her, her body tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation. Her moan is muffled against Dakota's pussy, but the vibration makes Dakota cry out, her thighs clamping around Elle's head.

The audience erupts into a frenzy of cheers and applause. You can feel the heat of the stage lights on your back as you begin to move, each thrust pushing Elle's face deeper into Dakota.

Dakota's eyes are locked on mine, wild and intense. "Harder," she demands, her voice strained. "Make her feel it."

I grip Elle's hips tighter, driving into her with a steady rhythm. Her inner muscles clench around me, and her muffled cries grow louder.

Dakota's fingers tighten in Elle's platinum hair, holding her in place. "Don't stop, baby," she gasps, her own hips rocking against Elle's mouth. "He's fucking you so good."

I can feel Elle's body responding, her walls fluttering and tightening with each deep stroke. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with the crowd's roar and Dakota's sharp, panting moans. The mirrored ceiling above the stage reflects it all—Elle's back arched, my body moving against hers, Dakota's head thrown back in ecstasy.

Elle pulls her face away from Dakota just enough to gasp for air, her lips glistening. "I'm… I'm close," she manages, her voice trembling.

"Look at them."

Dakota whispers, her eyes never leaving mine. "Look how bad they want it."

The crowd surges forward as Elle pushes back against me, meeting each thrust with desperate little moans. Her body trembles, on the edge of something explosive. Dakota watches with hungry satisfaction, her own breathing ragged as she grinds against her sister's mouth.

"You're going to make me come," Elle gasps, her words lost beneath the noise of the audience. Her nails dig into the arms of the chair, her entire body quivering with need.

The stage lights burn hot against my skin as I drive into her again, harder this time. Dakota's hips jerk violently against Elle's face, her back arching off the chair. The mirrored ceiling above reflects the entire scene—the writhing bodies, the crowd's faces twisted in voyeuristic excitement, the sweat-slick skin glistening under the stage lights.

Elle's body jerks violently as her orgasm rips through her, her back arching as she grinds back against you. The crowd erupts in cheers and whistles, their excitement mirroring the intensity of the moment. Dakota watches with hungry eyes, her own body responding to the shared pleasure.

"Oh god," Elle gasps, her body twitching around your cock. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

You can feel her muscles fluttering, her wetness coating your shaft as you thrust deeper. Dakota's fingers tighten in Elle's hair, guiding her face back to her pussy.

"Don't let her stop either," Dakota commands, her words thick with arousal. She grinds her hips against Elle's mouth, her thighs clamping around her sister's head. "I want to feel her tongue while you fuck her."

 I keep a steady rhythm, my hips snapping forward as I fuck Elle through her orgasm. Her body shudders with every thrust, her inner walls clenching around me in erratic pulses. The audience roars in appreciation, their voices a background hum to the sounds of slick skin and ragged breathing.

Dakota moans loudly, her head lolling back as she watches her sister writhe beneath me. "That's it," she gasps, her fingers tangled in Elle's hair. "Take it all." Her own hips buck upward, forcing her pussy against Elle's mouth as she rides out her own pleasure.

The heat of the stage lights makes sweat bead on my skin, but I don't let up. I grip Elle's hips tighter, pulling her back onto me with each thrust.

"Make your sister cum, Elle."

You speak with raw authority, the words cutting through the noise of the crowd and the slap of skin on skin. Elle's body responds instantly—her hips jerk back against you, her hands gripping the chair arms with white-knuckled intensity. Dakota moans above her, her fingers tightening in Elle's hair as she grinds her pussy against her sister's mouth.

"Oh god, she's so wet," Elle gasps between licks, her tongue flicking over Dakota's clit with renewed urgency. Dakota's head falls back, her platinum hair cascading over her shoulders as her thighs tremble around Elle's head. The crowd erupts in cheers at the verbal command, phones raised to capture every intimate moment.

"I'm close," Dakota whimpers, her back arching as she rides Elle's face. She looks down at her sister with hooded eyes, her face flushed with need.

I am buried deep inside Elle as she obeys my command with desperate enthusiasm. Her mouth works against Dakota's pussy with a focused rhythm—sucking, licking, tongue circling Dakota's swollen clit. Dakota's moans rise in pitch, sharp and ragged. Her hips buck forward, and she grinds Elle's face harder into her.

The mirrored ceiling shows it all: Dakota's body taut, her breasts heaving, Elle's back arching as she takes my thrusts while giving her sister pleasure. I don't slow my pace; I drive into Elle, feeling her own climax still echoing inside her as she makes Dakota come. The audience is a blur of faces, mouths open in shouts, phones glowing like stars in the dark.

Elle's muffled moans vibrate against Dakota's skin. Dakota's thighs begin to shake violently.

I can see the exact moment Dakota breaks. Her eyes snap open, wide and unseeing, her mouth a perfect circle of silent scream before sound rips out of her throat—a raw, guttural cry that drowns the crowd's noise.

Her body convulses, hips jerking erratically against Elle's face. I feel Elle's own pussy clench around me in a sympathetic, tightening rhythm. Dakota's hands, which had been gripping Elle's hair, fly out to brace herself on the chair back. Her knuckles are white. She's coming, hard, and Elle doesn't let up—she laps and sucks, drinking in Dakota's release, her own body trembling beneath my relentless thrusts.

 I am buried so deep inside Elle that I can feel her heartbeat through her walls. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the crowd's roar a distant hum beneath the pounding of my own blood in my ears. Elle's body is slick and trembling, a perfect, welcoming heat. Dakota's command is a final, electric spark.

My control shatters.

A groan rips from my chest as my hips slam forward, locking against Elle's ass. My vision whites out at the edges. I feel the hot, urgent pulse of my release, a flood of sensation that starts at the base of my spine and erupts into her. Elle cries out, a sharp, keening sound muffled by Dakota's skin, as she feels me filling her. Her pussy milks me through it, rhythmic, greedy clenches that pull every last drop from me.

 Elle whimpers as you withdraw, a small dribble of your release spilling onto the stage. She's still kneeling, her face pressed against Dakota's thigh, her body shaking slightly. Dakota cups Elle's cheek and turns her sister's face toward her, wiping away the wetness with her thumb. The gesture is almost tender despite the rawness of the moment.

"That was perfect," Dakota murmurs to her sister, leaning in to kiss Elle's forehead. Then she looks up at you, her face flushed but her gaze still sharp. "But we're not done."

Dakota kneels in front of Elle, ands starts licking up my cum off her sister's cunt.

 The stage lights are hot on my skin, the afterglow a slow burn in my veins. Dakota's tongue is warm and deliberate, tracing a path through the mess on her sister's body. Elle gasps, her hands flying to Dakota's platinum hair, fingers threading through the strands as her sister cleans her with a slow, possessive thoroughness.

The crowd's roar softens to a low, appreciative murmur. Dakota's shoulders hunched, her back moving as she works, Elle's head thrown back, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

I stand there, spent and slick with sweat, watching them. Dakota doesn't stop until Elle's skin is clean. Then she looks up at me, her chin glistening. Her blue eyes hold mine without shame.