“I swear my dick just went from an outie to an innie,” I joked as I climbed down the hatch, having tossed my dirty clothes down first, “seriously, I… huh.”

Standing at the base of the ladder and staring at the two, black lace lingerie-wearing women, I couldn’t help but feel like talking about my Mr Miraculous’ Disappearing Dick trick was the right move.

“Is something wrong?” Millie asked, smirking from where she and Liz stood in front of the fire, their arms around each other’s waists.

“Not so much anymore,” I replied with far more confidence than I’d expected, “what’s all this?”

“Just thought you might need some… warming up,” Liz explained innocently, “but if you’d rather go on standing there in a towel-”

“You’re hilarious,” I interjected, tossing my towel aside as I walked over to them, “do you think we have the time though?”

“We’ll make time.” Millie replied as I reached them, putting my arms around each of their waists and going to work kissing Liz’s neck passionately.

“Oh, don’t worry about all that.” Liz said borderline painedly, guiding me over to the mattress with Millie’s help, “Tonight’s all about you.”

“Really now?” I scoffed, surprised by their, particularly Liz’s, altruism, “Well, I suppose I have earned it.”

“That you have.” Millie agreed while she and Liz got to their knees on the edge of the mattress, Liz trailing her lips down my body as they did, “As far as we’re concerned, this is long overdue.”

I’d have continued the witty back and forth, but Liz’s warm, red-painted lips had found the base of my shaft by that point, leaving me less-than-equipped in the wit department, not that either of the girls took issue with that.

No, in fact, they seemed more than pleased with the speechless reaction they’d managed to elicit by the mere presence of their lips near my cock.

“Good?” Liz queried with a coy smile.

“You thin-” I managed to get out before Millie took the tip of my cock in her mouth, sucking just enough to send little shivers up my spine.

Evidently not wanting to be left out, Liz began lightly running her lips along my shaft, her tongue trailing as she did.

Spurred on by the reaction of simply taking the head of my cock in her mouth, Millie took more of me in, leaving just enough room for Liz to continue teasing, before swirling her tongue as best as she could with the little room she had left in her mouth.

Within thirty seconds I found myself struggling to stay vertical, more so when Liz took my balls in her palm and started lightly dragging her nails across them.

Thankfully, the girls seemed to sense that, and each put a hand on the back of my thighs, allowing me to focus even more on the cacophony of sensations I had rippling through my body.

Soon their aid proved to be not quite enough though, and I had no choice but to catch myself, planting one hand on Millie’s head, the other on Liz’s shoulder, bringing both their smiling eyes to me.

I can’t say why, but there’s something innately satisfying for me about making eye contact with a woman who has my cock in their mouth, especially when they’re smiling.

Maybe it’s a dominance thing? Maybe it’s just seeing they’re having a good time?

Whatever it is, it’s something of a trigger for me, and when combined with the surprise nature of that particular blowjob and there being two of them, I was near-instantly cresting my wave.

My knees all-but buckled, my back arched forward, and I had to actively fight tightening my grip of the fistful of Millie’s hair I had and pulling her head all the way down my shaft as I pumped what felt like a gallon into her mouth.

Tensed up in a borderline rigor mortis state, save the occasional tremor that racked my body, I slowly released Millie and Liz from my vice-like grip, Millie swallowing hard as she pulled away before smiling up at me.

“Happy?” the proud Vampire asked, her lipstick smeared and hair a mess.

“Dead.” came my exhausted reply as I shakily took a seat on the cold concrete, “Thanks.”

“Welcome,” Liz said, her hands sitting on her knees while she pushed out her chest proudly, “s’pose we should get ready now then, eh?”

“Yep.” Millie agreed with a no as they both got to their feet and dusted themselves off, “Could you pass me the hairbrush?”

“I-I… What?” I stammered as the girls set about grabbing their clothes and cleaning off their lips.

“We have work tonight, remember?” Liz pointed out, unable to hide her wry grin.

“Oh… Oh you assholes.” I scoffed amusedly, my post-nut clarity weirdly doing wonders for my processing power, “Why? Why would you do this to me?”

“Fun,” Millie replied with a wink, “and, you know, because you really did deserve it.”

“But now I’m all… I’m all…” I muttered.

“Stupid?” Liz finished for me, “I’m sure that’ll wear off.”

“Not I was going to say, but… yeah.” I said, watching the girls and feeling like they were moving at lightspeed.

“So..?” Millie trailed off suggestively.

“So?” I asked.

“So are you going to get ready?” Millie replied in mock frustration, “Can’t leave Peterson waiting all night.”

“I suppose not,” I chuckled, half-remembering the job as I wearily got to my feet, wiping the concrete dust off my ass, “throw us my pants, would you?”