My business was taking off faster than a Hellfire missile up a terrorist's ass, which was apt since I designed the laser homing optics that guided them to target. At 32 years of age, I own one of the fastest-growing tech firms in northern California and was just named Silicon Valley's Entrepreneur of the Year and its Most-Eligible Bachelor. But I don't date. No time. Besides, I have two eager bald beavers in my home that I thoroughly fuck every day. But the publicity I'm receiving is bringing me what I need to grow my business: investors.

I've been in discussions for two weeks with McMillan Capital, one of San Francisco's top venture capital firms. Just last week I met with Sam McMillan, the founder and CEO, and one of his financial officers, Jerome King. McMillan is older than the Grand Canyon, and just as dried up. He's at least 85, white haired, wrinkled, and has shaky Parkinson's hands. King is a mid-fifties black guy who looks like he knows his way around a gym. He's got this whole Billy Dee Williams thing going on, a real retro 80's look that had all the ladies in my office steaming their panties when he came over with his boss last Wednesday.

But there was something about the two men that intrigued me. When he was in my office, King stared at the picture of Amy and Allie on my desk and commented at least six times on how cute they were. It was one of those clues about his potential sexual interest in them that I tucked away in my mental filing cabinet for the time being. But McMillan's comments were more complex to decipher. He kept asking me if I had any sons, like four or five times, but I chalked that off to the onset of Alzheimer's. Either way, I figured I needed something to seal the deal, and the two little blonde-haired goldmines that were putting on some sexy outfits in the other room were going to be that something.

"Hurry up, girls. The guys will be here any minute!" I hollered down the hall. I could hear them giggling as they got ready. I just shook my head, grinning, as I tightened my tie. I had decided not to shower up either, just like I told Amy and Allie. I knew I needed us all to smell like pussy and cum to get things rolling with these men.

The doorbell rang. I rushed out of my bedroom and met my twins in the hallway. They were absolutely stunning. Amy had on a black leather mini-skirt and heels, a tight fuzzy pink top, and a just enough lipstick to suggest she was not an innocent girl. Allie had on her school uniform consisting of a red, white and black plaid skirt and a white button down top that she had tied at the bottom to show off her tight tummy. She was in white socks and patent leather shoes. My heart raced and my cock stirred in my pants. I bit my lip.

"Damn, you both look so hot. Now remember, don't push things, I want you to act innocent at first, and let's lure these guys in. If things go well, Daddy gets the money he needs and you girls get a raise in allowance!"

Allie jumped up and down and pulled me in for a hug. "You got it, Dad!" She kissed my mouth and slid her tongue along my lower lip.

Amy lifted her mini-skirt to show me she had no panties on. "Look, Daddy. I've been holding all your cum inside like you said!"

I ran my finger over her cunt lips, releasing a few drops of my sticky white cum. "Good girl! Let me go welcome our guests. Wait up here until I call you."

I reached the door upon the second ring, finding crusty old man McMillan and Jerome standing there. Both were in business suits, briefcases in hand. That was a good sign. It probably meant they had the papers ready.

"Gentlemen, welcome!" I reached to shake hands with each. "Come on in, the lunch caterer will be here in about an hour, so I thought we could get comfortable, have a drink, and relax before eating."

Jerome gave me a wink as he gripped my hand tight. "Good to see you, Jack. Thanks for having us over."

He and I each took an arm and helped walk McMillan to the sofa in the living room. When the old man plopped down, he looked up and gave me a crooked smile. "So is your son here?" he cackled.

"No, Sir. I don't have a son, just twin daughters."

Billy Dee nodded. "Where are those two lovely young ladies?"

I yelled upstairs and within seconds, I heard the rapid tapping sounds of their feet hitting the stairs on the way down. "Mr. MacMillan, Mr. King, meet Amy and Allie."

The girls came to a quick stop in front of the sofa, smiling and standing politely. I looked at King and saw his eyes nearly pop out. I think I even heard him mutter, "Oh fuck!" under his breath. He sniffed the air, and there was no doubt in my mind he picked up the scent of fucking. At least I hoped so.

"Pleased to meet you," both of them said in unison.

King stepped closer and reached to shake their hands, his giant black fist seemed to swallow each of their delicate white hands. I watched his eyes trace up and down their tight young bodies, and then I noticed the bulge in his pants. This dude was packing some serious fuckmeat, and judging by the outline, my girls were in for a serious pounding.

"Why don't you girls entertain our guests while I go get some cocktails."

They smiled at me. "Okay, Daddy!" Amy said, taking Jerome by the hand to the loveseat across from MacMillan. Allie sat next to the old man on the sofa, and as I turned to leave the room, I caught a glimpse of Amy climbing on the black guy's lap. I shook my head. She was not wasting time.

I was gone a total of five minutes, and when I returned, Jerome had a big black hand sliding up and down Amy's creamy white thigh, inching closer to her bald fuck hole. I had no idea if he had seen it yet, or if he knew she had no panties on, but he was about to find out. Amy was snuggled up into him, her tight little ass firmly on what had to be a raging hard black cock, bouncing a little as she chatted about school. The little cock tease was driving him nuts.

Allie had a hand on MacMillan's leg, sliding it up and down, her fingertips teasing his groin. I wondered if the old guy could even get hard anymore, and I had serious doubts pussy would do the trick.

Jerome's eyes brightened when I handed him a drink. "Jack, Amy is one fine little girl!" he snickered.

I laughed. "You have no idea! Say, what's up with MacMillan? Is he gay or something?"

He chuckled as his fingers slid further up Amy's thigh, inches from her cunny. That's when I noticed the cum start to trickle from her slit. "Been trying to figure that one out. He is married, but he sure does like to talk about little boys a lot!"

When he said that his hand reached her hairless puss. His fingers stopped moving for a moment, my cum leaking out all over them. He grinned at me, then whispered in her ear. "What's all this mess down here, Honey?" He kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her ear from behind.

She let out a sigh and a moan. She looked up at him and grinned. "Mayonnaise!" she teased.

"Something tells me this is a hot load of your daddy's cum, am I right?"

She nodded, then turned her face up to kiss him. "Is it true what they say about black guys?" she whispered, blowing her sweet breath into his nostrils.

"Do you mean is it true we all play basketball?" he joked.

"Nah ah! Is it true you all have big cocks? 'Cause it sure feels like you got a huge one under my butt right now!" She reached down and felt his prick through his pants. Her eyes grew twice their size when she slid her hand along the steel pole that seemed to have no end.

Jerome moaned loudly as he slid her off his lap, stood and unzipped his dress slacks. One second later, this guy's massive black rod is sticking up in the air. It had to be at least ten inches long and baseball bat thick. He placed her hands on it, but she couldn't even make them meet as she tried gripping the shaft.

I nodded to them both, leaned over and whispered in his ear. "She sucks, fucks, but has a cherry asshole. Her ass is open if you can ink the investment deal with me."

He was lost in lust at the moment, and grabbed her head, pulling her mouth to his prick. "Suck my cock, Baby. Show Mr. King how good a cocksucker you are!"

Amy's mouth stretched more than I had ever seen before, and she managed to get that Louisville Slugger head in her lips. She was bobbing up and down, slurping his black stick when I went over to the sofa to see what Allie and old man MacMillan were doing. I knew he had poor eyesight, so I doubted he even saw what Jerome was doing five feet across from him.