Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 08:32:22 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "A Job With Benefits, Part Four" by Jay Roberts   Bi Sexual Encounters

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.


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