Authors: The Sextet
good, though they both had his hawk-like nose and cleft chin.
Lon shot a warning glance at Sar. “We should not have told her.”
Sar stood with arms crossed, his voice as firm as his stance. “You
may be happy with this life, but I am not.”
“Sorry I brought it up,” Nalira put in. “But do you mean that no
one else has ever questioned you?”
Sar shrugged. “Never.”
Nalira couldn’t imagine anyone not wondering, which meant that
if they always worked as a team, they must have had a lot of hard-
assed clients. Nalira knew the type, and as one who sorted out the
legalities of interpersonal relationships, she’d dealt with a few of that kind herself. Oh, yes, there were plenty of clients who wouldn’t have
made a comment, but then, humanity had never been particularly
humane.
Lon set the tray down on the small dining table next to the bed.
Nalira turned, grimacing as a cramp knifed her beneath the shoulder
blades. “Guess this means I need to get up.”
Sar took her hand and helped her to her feet. Nalira felt her knees
popping, and her lower back went into a spasm as she attempted to
stand. “You’re as young as you feel,” she quipped, “and right now
I’m feeling older than Sarlon.” Shaking her head in disbelief, she
added, “Clones! I still can’t believe that wily old man did this.”
Of course, considering who was involved, the fact that he’d
cloned himself wasn’t too surprising. Sarlon had clawed his way to
the top, running roughshod over anyone in his way, finally amassing
one of the largest fortunes in the galaxy. But cloning? She might not
have been surprised to hear that he had done such a thing, but the act
was criminal, and “bequeathing” them to a hotel to be little better than
servants—no, make that
slaves
—was horrific. After all, tissue cloning worked just as well, and didn’t require killing the host to harvest the
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vital organs.
Nalira was barely aware that she’d been escorted to her seat, but
when Lon placed a napkin in her lap, Sar’s hands landed on her
shoulders with the sizzling heat of a branding iron. Her yelp didn’t
stop him, though, and soon there were tears running down her
cheeks—tears that were wiped away by Lon’s gentle hands. These
two might have been a genetic match for Sarlon, but their
personalities were totally different. Sarlon was the type who would
have laughed at her for crying or told her to suck it up and dry her
own damn tears. These men would never be so unkind. Even their
eyes were different. Both had eyes that were softer, gentler, more
seductive…
Sar leaned down and kissed her on the neck. “You’ll feel better
soon.”
The touch of his lips sent thrills skittering across her skin and
elicited an answering throb from her clitoris. Even if he’d kissed her
there, the response couldn’t have been more immediate, or as
consuming. Nalira dumbly nodded her reply as Lon offered her a
drink, holding the glass for her. “Just sit still and relax,” he said in a voice as soft as velvet. “We’ll take care of you.”
As the meal progressed, the creamy pasta mixed with crab
triggered an orgasm of a different kind, making her wonder what sort
of magic sauce had been added to it. She wasn’t
that
hungry, but, then again, perhaps it had nothing to do with the food—and everything to
do with
them…
* * * *
Sar and Lon had worked together on many women, but Sar could
tell from Lon’s expression as he served her that something different
was happening here. A strong attachment was starting to form—an
almost palpable thread that wove between the three of them, binding
them together. His hands already seemed to know her, almost as
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though they had touched her before and would do so again—many
times. Wishing she had asked for more than dinner and a massage,
Sar wanted to spend the whole night with her, though she was clearly
tired to the point of exhaustion. He could never make the suggestion
himself, but he could—and would—do everything in his power to
make her ask them to stay.
Even her name had intrigued him.
Nalira…
And though older than
he and Lon by at least fifteen years, she was still as lovely as her
name. Many women didn’t take younger men seriously, but Sar had a
feeling Nalira wasn’t one of them, and if she was, he was more than
willing to convince her to give them a try.
He liked the way she looked, the way she felt, and the way she
smelled, but he was dying to get her naked so he could taste her.
Reaching forward, he slid his hands from her shoulders down to her
breasts and began to massage them, taking care to come close to her
nipples, but not touch them. Too much too soon and she might order
them from her room, which was to be avoided at all cost. Still, though
he might not have touched them, he could see their hard peaks
through the pale silk of her blouse and could look down through the
open collar to see that there was nothing beneath it but her—no
chemise, no bra, no nothing. Just hot, fabulous woman.
The muscles in Nalira’s back and shoulders were like hard knots,
and Sar used every technique his clever fingers had learned to release
them, but it was difficult to focus on his task when he was drowning
in her soft scent. The muted sounds she made were enough to remind
him that he was probably hurting her, but he was rewarded when she
finally began to relax—something Sar found impossible to do
himself. Nearly breathless as he anticipated the joy of having his
hands on her while she lay naked on his table, Sar contented himself
with a deep massage of her arms, though his uniform was already
becoming tight in the groin.
When Lon had fed her the last bite of her dinner, Sar took the clip
out of Nalira’s hair and pulled her head back to massage her face. He
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wanted to do it with his cock—wanted to paint her lips with his slick
fluids and then slide into her hot mouth. He loved having women suck
him. It was even better than when Lon did it, and his fellow clone was
very talented.
Lon caught his eye, and he nodded. He watched as Lon pulled his
shirt off over his head, his dark curls escaping to fall against the bare nape of his neck. Sar knew he was essentially watching himself strip,
but that had never bothered him. He was Lon—genetically identical,
perhaps, but a unique entity nonetheless—and he was
hot.
Lon knelt before Nalira, insinuating himself between her legs to
unbutton her blouse while Sar worked on her upturned face. Her eyes
were closed, her expression dreamy. She seemed to hardly notice
what Lon was doing—until he sucked a full, hard nipple into his
mouth.
Her eyes flew open, and Sar bent quickly to stifle her gasp of
dismay with a kiss. She tasted like wine, and Sar delved deeply,
tasting her, devouring her. With a swift downward glance, he saw Lon
suckling her breast, and his cock swelled almost to bursting. Would
she be turned on by watching two men fuck each other? Some women
hated it, but others went absolutely wild.
She offered no resistance as Sar slipped her blouse off her
shoulders, the moist, pink tips of her breasts tantalizing him. Lon had
her skirt pushed up to her hips, revealing her shapely legs as he kissed
his way to the apex of her thighs. Lon liked licking women as much
as he enjoyed sucking men, and in no time at all, he’d left her nipples
behind, had her panties off, and was going for her pussy.
Sar slid his tongue deeply into Nalira’s mouth and began a slow
thrust and withdrawal, fucking her with his tongue. Moaning with
mounting desire, she sucked it hard, and then backed off to flick his
tongue with her own. It was maddeningly erotic, but Sar pulled away,
sighing. “I wish you’d do that to my dick.”
Her voice was deep with passion, but even so, her reply surprised
him. “I will if you’ll put it in my mouth.”
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Needing no further encouragement, Sar pushed off his pants, and
his stiff shaft snapped up, revealing something else that had been
genetically enhanced. He and Lon both had big, beautiful cocks, but
his had a downward curve while Lon’s had a slightly upward bend, an
anatomical variation that made things much more interesting when
they were both inside a woman. The shape had other advantages, too,
as Nalira was about to discover.
“Let’s do it,” he said to Lon. Together, they stood her up,
stripping the clothing from her succulent body before laying her on
the massage table. Sar pulled her to the upper edge, dropped the
headrest to the lowest position, and settled her head in the cushioned
ring. This wasn’t the best position for a massage, but for cocksucking,
the angle was unsurpassed.
Sar teased her lips with the blunt head of his cock, his slick fluid
giving them a wet gloss. When her lips parted at last, Sar slid inside,
the downward bend of his cock following the curve of her throat, his
balls brushing against the upper part of her face. “Suck me, Nalira. I
want to feel your lips and tongue on me.” His eyes lost focus, but he
could still see her graceful neck fully exposed, her lips around his
cock, and her full, round breasts begging to be touched. Lon was
licking her pussy again, his fabulous eyes gazing up at Sar as he
fucked Nalira’s beautiful face. “Mmm…That feels
so
good…”
* * * *
Lon could never decide which was better, sucking cock or eating a
hot, wet woman. They were both good, but in different ways. He
could shove his tongue, fingers, or cock into a pussy, while a cock
would fill his mouth, his hands, or his ass. With respect to his own
cock, he liked putting it in any tight, wet place he could find. Sar was
a great cocksucker, but one of Lon’s favorite things was gazing at Sar,
panting and sated, after he’d pumped his ass full of cream—the mere
sight made him want go again, and again, and again…
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Deciding the time was right to discover whether or not Nalira
liked the idea of bisexual men, Lon crawled up over her and pulled
Sar’s dick out of her mouth. “Your pussy tastes like candy, but now
it’s my turn to suck some cock,” he whispered. “You can suck his
nuts.”
Nalira let out a groan, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her
voice was barely a whimper. “You guys are so hot I can hardly stand
it.”
“So are you,” Lon said. And she was. Her thick, dark hair fell in
seductive waves, and her deep brown eyes were glazed with passion.
Best of all was her big, round ass, followed by those gorgeous tits.
Lon had enjoyed suckling them, making his already stiff cock turn to
steel.
Sar’s balls dangled enticingly against Nalira’s face. Lon scooped
them up with a loving hand and eased them into her mouth. Then,
with a moan of pure pleasure, he licked his lips and swallowed Sar’s
penis. Lon loved having Sar’s hard, pulsating cock in his mouth,
delighting in the feel of every vein, every contour—things his ass
couldn’t identify.
With their dual assault on him, Sar was coming completely
unglued. Lon knew that all he needed was a finger in his butt and he’d
come like a fountain. Reaching for the massage oil, he took Nalira’s
hand. Coating her fingers with oil, he gave her a quick thumbs-up.
Her eyes widened, but the message was clear.
Reaching between Sar’s legs, she probed his ass and slowly
worked her fingertip inside. Sar’s next breath was more of a hiss as
Nalira began a steady push, followed by a slow, sensuous withdrawal.
She’d either done this before or had someone work on her, because, if
Sar’s reaction was any indication, she seemed to know
exactly
what she was doing.
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Nalira had never been with a man who liked his ass messed with,
but then, she’d never seen a man suck cock before, either, and had no
idea it would have such an overpowering effect on her. Her nipples
were tight and tingling, and her clit was still thrumming from the
sucking Lon had given it, but there was more to her arousal than mere
physical stimulation could provide. She was on the threshold of
climax from the visual imagery alone.
Nalira had only ordered dinner and a massage, but this was easily
the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her life. Harku was
completely forgotten as she sucked Sar’s hot, young nuts, knowing
that if Lon was anywhere near as talented with cock as he was with
pussy, Sar wouldn’t last long. Delighting in the feel of his balls in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the smooth surface as her body
contracted in orgasm after orgasm. She felt his climax building, heard
his swift intake of air and the sound of his voice as he groaned, “I’m
gonna come in your mouth.”
The tight grip of his anus on her finger and the way his testicles