I don't own Street Fighter
Christopher 'Chris' Lohfink is nothing if not a dutiful son. Growing up in Colorado, his parents ran a small mom-and-pop clothing store to reasonable success. They always seemed to be up and down on the scale between profitable and bankrupt. But they were happy. And his parents were particularly proud of their very intelligent son who, even at a young age, did their books. Math was, to Chris, just something fun to do that also managed to become his life. He was on his way to becoming a rather impressive mathematician, with even NASA becoming an option to apply to…
Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. A cascade of bad luck hit the Lohfinks like a domino effect. First, his father's hands started to fail him- arthritis. Which severally dampened their work ethic; the Lohfinks made their fashion by hand, and custom jobs were the lifeblood of the store. His mother, stressed from the extra work, ended up sick and bedridden. And his application to NASA was turned down… something about Russian wrestling robots. It didn't make sense to him either.
Overall, he had to return home and take care of them, AND the business. Unfortunately, that wasn't really the option for him. He's never been all that great with his hands, just his brain…
He did quite a lot of thinking after he sold his apartment, his car, and anything that didn't have significant meaning to him. He returned to Colorado within the week of all the bad news. He managed to scrape together enough money to, potentially, live off for a little while… but it would only slow the bleeding. They needed to have a drastic operation to save the business and their parents' livelihood.
No matter how hard he thought about it, it was not going to be easy. Getting a cab to drive him to his parents' house. His luggage barely hit the pavement on the curb before the cab rushed off. He sighed, adjusted his glasses, and brushed his hair nervously as he rolled his baggage up to the house. "…PHEW." He's a little ashamed to admit that he might have let himself go a little… granted, he wasn't always in his best shape. P.E. had a nice, solid, and consistent D through most of his life. But there was something in the Colorado air that was doing things for him.
He opened the front door. "Dad?" he entered, dragging his things inside. "Hello? Anyone home?" The house was pretty quiet. Which was odd; his mother should be resting, and his father should be home taking care of her… he told them he was coming back today. He took off his jacket as his pudgy, but not overweight, body was introduced to the calming breeze of central air. "…Dad?" Still no response. So he checked the garage, and the car was still here.
An odd worry in the pit of his stomach put a bit of haste in his steps. He immediately went to their room and sighed in relief. His mother was asleep and breathing, a good sign. He quietly shut the door, and… with a bit of his own deduction, he went to the home workshop. He saw the back of his father's balding head as he hunched over one of two sewing machines. Chris rolled his eyes, then flicked the lights briefly off and on.
His father jumped, but only a little, and pulled the headphones out of his ears, the audiobook he was listening to BLARING as he turned around. "OH! Chris!" he stood up. Turned off the machine and went to hug his son. "Is it that time already?"
"Yeah, Dad, it's that time." Chris' brown eyes looked at his father's hands; they were shaking, though the rest of his father seemed calm. "You're sewing? What about your hands?" His father's smiling face fell, and he turned to the machine and pulled the shirt he was working on out of it. "Ooof," Chris said at the MANGLED results.
"…I was trying to power through it." He said sadly, but shook his head. "But I think this just confirms it." He tossed the shirt aside, clearly going to turn it into scraps at some point. He smiled sadly at his son. "…Sort of confirms it for me."
"…Confirms what?" Chris asked as his father rested his hands on his shoulder.
"…Well… let's head to the kitchen. I need a drink, and I can explain."
…
The conversation didn't last very long… Chris sat next to his father at the kitchen table, and they had both had a bottle of beer. German, of course. The shaking in his father's hands had stilled somewhat, but there was still a small amount of twinge in them as he spoke.
Chris sighed, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. "…Dad, are you sure about this?"
"I just don't see any way around it. With your mother's health and my hands." He shook his head. "The writing is on the wall."
"Yeah but. Dad, I can run the numbers, but I can't run the business!" he said, but his father patted his arm with a shaking hand.
"…Then we got to sell it." He said, "…Retirement won't be so bad."
"Dad-" he began, but he shook his head.
"Unless you have any better ideas, Chris, this is just how it has to be. I'm willing to listen to any solutions you might have. Either you take over, or we sell the business."
Chris swirled his beer in the bottle and took a swig. "…What if I hired someone?" he asked as his Dad raised an eyebrow. "I might not be able to tell the difference between a dress and a skirt, but somebody in this town must, right? I hire someone to work the store, and I work the numbers?" It SOUNDED like a simple solution, but his father was very particular. His mother was worse about it…
Somebody NOT a Lohfink working the shop?. Sure, his mother and father have had temp hires, people to work sales while they sewed and measured. Local kids to pad their resumes or family friends who needed a summer job. But to actually let someone touch the machines? Sew? Chris could've just suggested burning it down for insurance, and it might have gotten a less violent response from his father pre-arthritis…
But that was his old father; the new one was somewhat humbled by his sudden affliction and his wife's exhaustion. He scratched his head with a shaking finger. "…I don't know Chris."
"Let me hire somebody," Chris said quickly, standing up. "…If it doesn't work out, we can sell the business. Simple as that." Lohfinks had a high standard, but surely SOMEBODY wanted to work there, right? He'll just put out an ad for a seamstress or a tailor. Somebody with dreams of being a fashion diva who just needed a shot.
His father, in the end, didn't want to sell the business outright. He wanted Chris to continue it; selling it would be a last-ditch effort, and Chris was a very smart lad. He could figure it out.
…
No. No, he couldn't.
He sat at the counter of the shop; it had been over a week, and nobody had even applied for the position. Nobody even ATTEMPTED to. No calls, no inquiries. A few people here and there came in to buy a couple of things… but that was it. Enjoying the quality of handmade crafts and designs. But that was really just a dwindling supply to a rapidly declining business.
Somehow… it just felt worse to know that the business ends with him. The Lohfinks started this when Colorado first settled… at least that's what his parents always told him. "…This sucks…" he sighed, before, after a moment longer of silence… he pulled out a sudoku book. Putting it on the counter… he calmed himself by doing a few puzzles, but it wasn't helping him all that much…
WHAP!
He jumped as the 'help wanted' sign he had put in the window of the shop was suddenly slapped down on the counter. "Hey there, sexy." He blinked as his nerves settled, and he looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him. She was tall, dusky-skinned, and had shiny black hair that hung straight around her pretty face.
She was wearing oddly ragged clothes… they LOOKED nice at a glance, a tight black sports bra, yoga pants, and a leather jacket that looked older than she was… her ensemble looked like it was straight out of a Salvation Army store. Not that he or anyone else who looked at her would complain. Her body was toned, gorgeous, voluptuous, and overall she was very beautiful, and her current outfit showed that off, including her big breasts and shapely behind.
He was briefly struck by her beauty, but he soon found his voice. "Uh. Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, you can." She said with a cool smile, "You can hire me." She said confidently as he scratched his head and adjusted his glasses, then she sat her shapely posterior onto the counter, distracting him in her skintight pants.
"Uh…" he paused, "Right! Uh…" he cleared his throat and stood up. "You're applying for the job."
"You are hiring right?" she said cheerfully, with a rather sultry purr. "Well, I need a job."
"Okay. Great uh… Do you have a resume or any sources?"
"Nope." She said, smiling as he paused, processed this information like a good mathematician, and continued.
"Have you ever touched a sewing machine before?" he asked as she shrugged.
"Nope. But I'm a quick learner." He stared at her; she smiled, then winked. As if that was supposed to convince him to commit.
"So… you have no resume, no sources, and you never touched a sewing machine in your life?"
She nodded, and he kept staring; he couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous girl. But her beauty only SLIGHTLY distracted him from the absolutely absurd woman before him. "I… don't…" he paused… "Have any reason to hire you, miss… uh." He paused again. "Actually, what is your name?"
"Spice." She said as he frowned.
"…Spice?"
"That's right."
"And a last name?" he asked.
"Don't have one." She said, completely absurd and still very pretty. He sighed loudly.
"…Okay, Ms. Spice."
"Just Spice." She said, hands on her hips, as she smirked
"Right, well… 'Spice'." He said slowly, "I can't really hire you on… nothing." He said as she smiled. "Ideally, someone needs to vouch for you if you want to apply for a job."
"Oh! I got one of those." She then hopped off the counter and stepped outside the shop. He stared ahead and watched her backside bounce in her tight pants.
"…Should I lock the front door?" He said, to nobody in particular. Something told him no, because she was very attractive, and the sight of a very attractive woman, even fleeting, is still something to enjoy. But he should at least put the 'help wanted' sign back in the window. Which he did.
He turned back around, sat at the counter, and went back to his sudoku, but he barely solved a puzzle before. "Excuse me. I'd like to apply for the job?"
He didn't have to look at her, but he recognized the voice. "Miss-" he was about to say Spice as he lifted his head, but in the span of a few minutes Spice had, apparently, completely changed clothes and hairstyle. Her hair was now woven into cornrows, and her clothes were a stark white. A raggedy white jacket and corset, along with a tight mini-skirt… they all matched, but, like before, looked like she got them out of a discount aisle. She smiled prettily at him, but unlike before, when she was more… seductive, enticing, and clearly confident in her looks. Now she was rather reserved, softer, and quite frankly, had something of a more natural feel to her clear beauty.
"How… did you change so quickly?" he asked uncertainly as she tilted her head.
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked as he frowned, looked out the front window, looked back at her, and looked out the front window again as he tried to calculate what she would need to make such a change in record time. Clothes were one thing, but her hair? Someone had to do that for her, and in that amount of time, probably a lot of someones…
"It's just… look. My opinion hasn't changed; you're going to need a resume, Spice."
"Oh. I'm not Spice. I'm Sugar." She said as he was, once again, forced to try and process this. His computer-like brain was having some issues. Did she just… LEAVE, change her persona completely, and come back expecting that he wouldn't notice? "Easy mistake to make." She said with an understanding nod of her head.
"…I don't think I need this today." He declared sadly, beautiful or not, she was either being spiteful, desperate, or crazy. Regardless. "Look, Miss Spice."
"I'm Sugar, handsome." She said patiently, and despite his blush, he resolvedly pushed forward.
"I can't hire you without something to go on-"
"There you are!" he blinked and thought he was seeing double vision as Spice entered the shop again and, side by side, she stood with the woman whom he assumed was Spice in disguise but was actually Sugar. He did several double takes while Sugar and Spice spoke. "This guy says I need someone to vouch for me, so vouch for me."
"I can see how he would get confused." Laughed Sugar good-naturedly as Chris was rapidly overwhelmed by sexy Latinas. Twin Latinas, beautiful twin Latinas. Beautiful sexy Latinas with breasts almost as big as his face…
He won't lie, this is doing stuff to him right now. For instance, he's recently discovered that he had a thing for curvy Latinas… Well, who doesn't want that to be fair? But SPECIFICALLY, it was a newly discovered fetish. "You're sisters?" he asked as they looked at him.
"Yup!" Spice declared, "I'm the SEXY one." She winked at him as Sugar rather sultrily gazed at him.
"That's a matter of perspective, don't you think so, handsome?" Considering his perspective was a nerdy guy staring into the cleavage of six-foot-tall Latinas… it was.
"We-Well, that aside, ladies, I'm afraid…" he said as they smiled at him, their big breasts bulging side by side as they seemed to lean towards him, towering over him. "I… can't really…" They smiled expectantly at them, smug and confident, as if they knew the only words out of his mouth would be an affirmation of their new employment. "…Hire." His face was flushed as their beautiful eyes stared into his soul, and-
…
"…I'm so sorry." He said, face on the table, as his father patted his shoulder, understanding with a humorous smile on his face.
"Oh! This is adorable!" cheered Sugar.
"Pfft! Nah, you need this! Look at THIS one!" replied Spice.
"Oh, that's better!" agreed Sugar.
…Of fucking COURSE he hired them. Twin. Busty. Curvy. Beautiful Latinas? How could he resist?!
"It's okay, son. You tried." His father said as the twins raided their catalogue of clothes they had in the storage room. Stuff that was decently made but they didn't take to the store to sell. Because not ONLY did they not have resumes, recommendations, experience, or anything that would normally get someone hired. They were essentially homeless… homeless and gorgeous, which raised a lot more questions than he honestly wanted to ask. He just wanted to look at them… It was soothing to the soul.
"Don't patronize me, Dad." He said as Sugar and Spice rapidly tore through the collection, trying to find clothes that fit. "I know I messed up." His father's lips twitched in a rather reserved smile, trying DESPERATELY not to morbidly laugh at the situation of hiring complete and UTTER amateurs to help run the rapidly closing family business.
"Well… to be honest, son, despite the circumstances, it is nice to know you were thinking with something that wasn't the brain in your head." Chris blushed and glared at his father. "Your mother has been concerned for years." He added, drinking his beer as Chris scowled.
"Good to know." He replied sarcastically, rubbing his eyes under his glasses as he tried to fight his sudden headache. "…God, I'm dumb."
"You're not dumb. You're young, under a lot of stress… and apparently horny."
"Dad. Stop. This is worse than The Talk!" he said with a groan as his father laughed.
"Hey, Older Boss." They looked up to find Spice in a skimpy black bra and matching underwear as she held up a shirt. They stared at her, rather shocked at her state of undress. "Do you got this in my size?"
"…Older Boss?" Chris's father replied as he was stunned into a stupor of 'Old man looking at sexy Latina' haze.
"Yeah. You're Older Boss. Then there is Lady Boss. And Cute Boss."
"Cute boss?!" Chris mumbled indignantly as she grinned cheekily and winked.
"Anyway. Size Older Boss. You got one?"
"Spice, be a LITTLE more tactful." Said Sugar, who was ALSO in her underwear as she grabbed her sister's arm.
"PFft. They like it." Spice accurately replied.
"Not the POINT Spice." Sugar smiled before catching Chris eyes looking at her, and she winked. "Subtly is KEY, darling." Chris's father blinked and downed his beer in one final go.
"I don't think I have it in your size, dear. But it's an easy fix." He stood up as Chris watched him cautiously.
"Dad…" his hands were still shaking, but admittedly they were steadying.
"It's fine. Follow me, ladies." He said, heading to the workshop with the half-naked twins. He was NEVER going to hear the end of it. He was totally suckered into hiring a pair of pretty faces for an already failing business. He finished his beer, stood up, and headed to the bathroom, absently passing by the workshop as Sugar and Spice loomed over his father's shoulders as he showed them how he sewed, even with slightly drunken, arthritic hands.
Chris didn't think much of it; he went into the bathroom, did his business, read an article on people using fireballs generated from Ki in street fights instead of using it to power generators… then flushed, stood up, and walked back to drink away his trouble. Maybe ten minutes. Tops.
He had just stepped out of the bathroom when his father suddenly grabbed him. "Whoa!? Dad. What's up?" his father was grinning broadly at him. Like, and as crass as this sounded, he just got lucky with two very sexy Latina twins…
Which wasn't wrong.
"Chris, you have to see this!" he declared before practically dragging him along like they were both twenty years younger. He led to the workshop where he found Sugar and Spice booth admiring themselves in form-fitting black and white clothes.
"Wow, Dad." He said, admiring their… stitchings… their fetching, fashionable clothes squeezing their bodies as they seemed to be posing and admiring themselves. Spice was in a high-slit, shoulderless, gravity-defying dress. Sugar was a more casually dressed secretary with plenty of cleavage. "Nice work."
"It's not mine!" he said excitedly as Chris blinked at him.
"What?"
"They did it themselves!" he said, grinning, "They watched me use the machine and they just-" he waved his hands at them like he was conducting a symphony. "DID IT THEMSELVES!" he said excitedly as they smiled at him. "They're naturals!"
They certainly are…
"Wait… they did this?" he said, addressing Spice's elaborately sewn dress. "In less than 10 minutes?" Chris's dad nodded furiously as Spice curled a finger playfully under Chris's chin. "…Dad, are you drunk?"
"I'm barely buzzed, and that's beside the point!" he declared. "Look at this! Not even on my best day could I have done this!" Chris eyed the beautiful twins. "…You two girls are going to save the business!" he said as Chris seemed stunned, putting his hands on his father's shoulders and pushing him out of the workshop.
"Let's go lie down for a little while, Dad. Sober up."
"Can we keep using the machine?" asked Sugar as Chris hesitated, but they smiled at him sweetly.
"Yes!" his father replied as Chris blinked and shook his head, helping his father back into the kitchen. What do they have to lose at this point?"
3 months later.
POP!
"WHOO!!" Sugar and Spice cheered as Chris popped the champagne bottle in front of the crowd of onlookers to celebrate the reopening of Lohfinks' under a new name. Sugar and Spice. Because WOW. The beautiful girls grinned as he poured, and the new sign was revealed, and officially, they were the new faces of the store.
Because again, WOW. In the last two months they've had record sales. Whether it was because the girls were good, or because they were hot. Chris didn't care to ask, but once they got the ball rolling the promptly KICKED it leagues ahead where it just kept rolling. Just like that, they went from a small Mom and Pop store barely open and rapidly closing to 'We aren't going anywhere'. Chris's mother was rapidly recovering; she LOVED the twins, and even his father's hands were doing better.
They had recovered enough; in fact, Chris was almost certain they'd return to the shop- only for them to announce that not only were they retiring, but they were going to rename the store for the twins… which, in Chris's opinion, might have been a LITTLE hasty. They were good, certainly, but they were destined for something more than some Mom and Pop shop in Colorado. To rename the family store sounded crazy… but the twins apparently agreed.
His parents were in the crowd of locals, shaking hands, and smiling, congratulating here and there. Happy with their retirement, and transferring ownership to Chris, despite the name change. He'll handle the books and all the inner workings. The girls will handle sales and creativity. It felt like a match made in heaven. Something his father pointed out when they had a quiet moment during the party.
"We lucked out with those two." He said, gesturing to the glamorous Sugar and Spice as they fended off playboys, fans, and admirers with casual ease and good humor. "You, my boy, are a lucky charm."
"Sure, Dad." He mumbled, "…Practically handing over the generational family business to two people who aren't family-" his father cocked an eyebrow. "…I wonder what great-grandad would think?" Chris's father scratched his chin…
"…Well, thanks to the times, he was also racist, so he probably wouldn't approve of beautiful Latinas." He said as Chris had to kinda conceded the point. "Luckily, you have very open-minded parents." His father said, swirling the last of his beer, before drinking it down and putting it in the nearby recycling bin. "…Who thinks that maybe you should just put a ring on one of them." He winked at Chris, who blushed, "Then they WOULD be family… your great-grandfather still wouldn't approve, but you'd still have a very attractive wife."
"…How many have you had, Dad?" Chris said, his face red as his father grinned.
"Enough that your mother is driving to the airport." He rested a hand on his shoulder; it barely shook. "See you three in two weeks." His parents were going on a long-deserved second honeymoon/private retirement party on a very warm island somewhere, enjoying the fruits of the twins' labors while the inheritors of the family business continued the meet and greet party…
A bottle of champagne later. Chris nursed his empty glass as he lounged on the waiting couch in the back near the fitting rooms. Where family members would wait while people changed into wedding dresses or catered suits… it was spacious, and after many years of Lohfink ownership, it has seen many a drunken Lohfink sleeping at the shop.
"MMn… Hello, darling." Purred Sugar in a sexy what cocktail dress of her own design, with spaghetti straps and a slit on her thigh. How the strings didn't snap trying to contain her bust, he'll never know, but it probably has something to do with so firm they weren't even needed.
"We've been looking for you." Said Spice as she entered. Her dress was far more risqué; the front and back of the dress were solid, but the sides were stretched by a weave of strings that looked ready to burst from her voluptuous body.
"Hey, Sugar, Spice…" he replied sleepily as they giggled and sat on either end of the long couch. He lifted his head and legs, about to roll upright, but they grabbed his head and feet and pulled them back down so his head was on Sugar's lap, and his legs were on Spice's. He blushed furiously as they grinned, playing with his hair and… massaging his feet. "…What… what's up?" he asked uncertainly as they giggled.
"Well, everyone went home. The public party is over." Said Spice, practically purring.
"O-oh… Well… I think I had one too many. So I'm just going to crash here…" he said, his eyes getting a little sleepy as Sugar played with his hair.
"MMn… I like that idea." Said Spice, smirking at Sugar. "Let's do that after we have our own private party."
"Private Party?" He blinked as Spice suddenly grabbed his shirt and yanked him upright. "Oh-mmgh!?" Spice got spicy as she slid her tongue into Chris's mouth. "MMGN?!" his pants suddenly tightened; his erection grew, feeling her breasts on his chest as she growled like an animal sucking his tongue into her mouth.
"We heard what the Old Boss said." Said Sugar, cooing in his ear as he shivered excitedly, soon feeling not only her breasts on his back but they were naked. She had pulled down her dress while he was distracted by Spice's sensual lips. "About marrying one of us?" she giggled as Chris gasped, breathing heavily as Spice licked his lips as she pulled away.
"Why have one when we can all play together…" Spice replied, lightly snapping at him and winking. "Haa-haa-haa!"
"Girls, wait a sec-mmgh!" Sugar, however, turned his head and salivated into his mouth as Spice stood up off the couch and began to PEEL her clothes off like a banana until completely naked and dropping to her knees. "MMMGH!? MMn… Ah." He gasped as Spice switched with her sister, her hands sliding down to his pants, and pulling them down as he was soon flipped to face her.
"Hee-hee…" she winked before running her tongue over his shaft.
"Oooh!" he moaned as he was soon embraced by Sugar's breasts. She bounced and rubbed them around his face as she held him and his cock was sucked furiously by Spice. "Mmgh! Mmmn…"
Fuck it. His hands reached around and grabbed Sugar's shapely backside, sinking it greedily into her flesh as she gasped. "Oh! Darling…" she chuckled, "You're a lot more eager than-MMGH!" He pushed his lips onto hers and then threw himself at her body. "Oh! Mmgh!" he slurped out of Spice's mouth, who, to her credit, was somewhat SURPRISED that the rather reserved Chris was suddenly far more forward. "Oh darling… I like this about you!"
"You would FREAK." Spice licked her lips before crawling on top of Chris as he started motorboating Sugar, who pushed her breasts around his face. "Know what she likes, Chris? She LOVES it rough. Pull her hair, order her around. Nice and HARD." She giggled in his ear as her tongue wormed its way in there as he pulled out of Sugar's tits, she then winked mischievously at him as she felt his cock throbbing against her thigh.
"Is that true?" he said as his erection seemed to hope for a positive answer.
"My sister knows me best." She said as the girls giggled, they grabbed his shoulders from behind and his chest, getting him to his feet as Spice kissed his neck and cheek from behind. Sugar rolled over on the couch, hands on the back of the couch and shaking her shapely ass towards him, she clapped and twerked as she winked and danced. "…I do LOVE it rough."
"Go on now, get in there… she wants it." Spice growled as Chris' hands slid over her sister's shaking ass cheek, spreading her for him as he swallowed his suddenly dry throat, but pushed.
"Haah… UGH…" he buried himself into Sugar; balls deep, she wiggled against him.
"Mmn! Mmmn… yes…"
"How does he fit?" giggled Spice. As she crawled alongside her sister, side to side their ass cheeks bouncing off each other as Chris adjusted to her tight, wet pussy, practically sucking him in.
"Oh, he's a PERFECT fit!" she smiled, eyes rolling and shaking her ass again. "Come on, Darling, give it to me." Chris breathed heavily, holding her ass. "Darling? Chris?" she cooed as he responded to his name. "…Fuck me hard please while you're back there darling, I want AH! AH!!"
"YES!" Spice grinned excitedly, rubbing her dripping pussy as she watched Sugar get RAILED, slammed into hard from behind as she licked her lips. "Oh, I had a GOOD feeling about him." She growled, Chris, watching their asses wobble as Spice's fingers buried into herself. "Oooh… yeah. Oh YEAH… Harder, baby…" she growled, "Harder."
"OOH OOH!" Sugar howled happily as Chris grabbed the couch, thrusting into her, harder and faster, swinging his hips to bounce off her thick ass as she moaned. "Ooooh! YES! DARLING…" she growled, "HARDER! SMACK MY ASS! AH! AH!!" Chris moved on instinct, slapping Sugar's ass hard until it burned with his stinging handprint engraved on her body. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!!"
Spice furiously fingering herself, eager for her turn as she kept shaking her ass behind her, Sugar turning into a sexy jellied mess as Chris rapidly jackhammered her pussy. "Faster. Faster. Faster." She chanted, "I want my turn…" She moaned cutely, pouting at him as Sugar squealed happily.
"Oh! Oh! OOOH! I'm cumming! Bully that PUSSY!! YES!!" she gasped as Chris mounted onto the couch, driving into her, hooking his hands on her face and into her mouth as her eyes rolled and tongue lolled. "I! love! IT! DARLING!!!" she howled, "I'm CUMMING!!"
"AGH! HAAH…!" Chris buried his cock into Sugar's shivering body, her tight pussy squeezing down on him as he stayed inside her. "Haah…"
"Oh… oooh…" Sugar licked his fingers. "Mmn… naughty boy…" She looked right at Spice, "There's so much…"
"Yeah? You better have a lot for me…" She pushed herself upright and scowled at Chris before sliding off the couch, grabbing at him and yanking from Sugar's pussy.
"OOH!" made her shiver as Spice lovingly kissed Chris again.
"Mmgn! Mmn! Ah…" she licked around his mouth before squatting before him. "Mmgn!" kissing his tip, she took him into her mouth and started to suck once more. "Mmn! Mmn!"
"Hmmn…" Sugar slipped off the couch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind as Spice kept sucking slowly, twisting her head up and down, her tongue swirling and slurping messily, saliva dripping from his shaft as she gazed up at him. Sugar pecked his cheek. "Want to know a SECRET, darling?" she giggled, licking his other ear. "…Spice likes it REALLY hard."
POP! Spice winked up at him before rolling onto her back, swinging her legs up in a flexible split before waving her hands towards him. "Come get MEE-!!" she gasped, her back arching as Chris fell onto her, driving into her body. "Oh! FU-OOOH!!" Chris curled up like a ball on her, driving hard into her hips as Sugar laughed, watching him FUCK her sister so hard the COUCH rattled. And they weren't even on the couch.
"Ooh!" she swung her hips up and down, slamming her ass on his back and pushing it deeper and deeper into Spice's body, "Ha-ha!" her breasts bouncing up and down as she sat on Chris's back, pushing him deep into Spice's howling body.
"Ooh! Oooh…" She grabbed Chris, pulling him from her breasts to her face. "MMgh!" Sugar grinded her ass on Chris' body, pushing his shivering form as deep into Spice as Chris could get as he exploded inside her. "Fuuu-oook…" she shivered in pleasure as she wiggled, her toes curling in the air. Sugar rolled her ass on Chris's back before falling forward, crawling on the floor as she slid her breasts over his back, keeping him pinned to Spice.
"I like this one…" Spice moaned happily as Sugar purred.
"I like him too." She said as they giggled seductively as Chris moaned into Spice's cleavage.
"So what should we do?" Sugar smirked.
"…Round 2?" Spice grinned almost evilly.
"Mmn. Round 2 indeed." Sugar giggled as they went at their new boss like horny rabbits.
Horny, Latina rabbits.
…
"How's your head, darling?" Sugar cooed, putting a bag of ice on Chris's head. It was currently on Spice's lap, and he was groaning.
"Like I drank too much and then had sex with hot twins all night…" he said, as they giggled. "…Are you sure that wasn't a dream?"
"Positive." They said together as he groaned, furiously red-faced.
"Heeeeelllo? Anyone working? Door was open."
"I got it, darling." Sugar said.
"Stay right where you are, handsome." Said Spice.
Sugar walked to the front and found a very attractive trio of women. "Welcome to Sugar and Spice!" she said, winking at them. "How can I help you?"
"Well, I hope you girls still have a pickup for me? Custom made for Jane Jameson?"
"Oh, I'm afraid not, darling." Said Sugar apologetically, "Due to some restructuring, we've lost a few things. But don't worry!"She smiled, "My sister Spice and I will give you a refit at no charge! Call it a special for our new business…" she winked before getting her tape measure.
Sugar and Spice were NOTHING if not nice.
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I know it's been awhile but I wanted to do What If Laura x2 and I haven't had time to do it because I like to eat (and pictures of my superbabes). So I carved it out today :D