“If I’m not mistaken,” he said laconically, “you know these two men from somewhere.”
“Right, Andorra,” I replied quickly. “Like they said, we’re old friends from home. Come on, they’re going to miss me at Miss Carroll’s,” I said, all the while futilely tugging him towards the door. “It’s getting late, we gotta go.” But there was no way my small form could budge his huge mass so Kristian remained rooted like a giant statue, his impassive face taking in the twin towers.
“Well, if I’m not mistaken,” he drawled, “there’s something between you and these dudes, something passing through the air that any dumbass can sense. I’m not going to ask what it is because it’s none of my business, but I’m ready to challenge them for you.”
And the three of us turned to look at him, dumbfounded. What the hell? Challenge? Was this some prince-speak that I couldn’t understand? It sounded like right out of the storybooks, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, only knights “challenged” each other to duels for the hand of the fair lady. What was going on?
But the twins jumped at the chance.
“Sure,” growled Kato, never one to pass up a fight.
“We’ll take it,” drawled Karl, “and we’ll make it even easier for you,” he added. “Your choice of weapon.”
And now I gasped, half horrified and half mystified. Again, it was like we were in some dream world, Assassin’s Creed or Double Dragon maybe. Weapons? Combat? What the hell was going on? Was someone carrying a gun?
But Kristian just laughed heartily, tipping his head back, that handsome face in profile.
“You’re living in the Dark Ages,” he rumbled. “But I agree. I choose cards. Blackjack to be exact.”
“You’re on,” rasped Kato without missing a beat, his eyes shooting daggers.
And helpfully, the bartender piped up at this point.
“We have a back room, perfect for a card game,” he gestured, flicking a thumb towards the back. Magically, a door swung open, revealing a dimly lit space behind him, a table with chairs, a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. “You’ll have privacy back there.”
And just like that, the competition was on. Except instead of trophies or a ribbon, the men were competing for me. I was the grand prize in this high-stakes match.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Kato
I knew exactly who the fucker was. Prince Kristian of St. Venetia, our older half-brother, heir to the throne, the reason why our father had never acknowledged us. The dude was the real thing, the favored son of the blood royal, while Karl and I were illegitimate good-for-nothings, treated like rotting trash.
But I have to admit, the fucker looked good. Almost a carbon copy of my twin and I, Kristian was just as tall, just as massive, with the same dark hair, the same piercing blue eyes that stared back at me each morning. But the expression on his face … it was pure arrogance.
His smirk was all too familiar, looking just like my own, and I fucking hated it on sight. I guess Karl and I have always had inferiority complexes, knowing that we were bastard sons. And that’s why I’ve always hated comments that brand us as big zeros, with no potential, destined to a life of drudgery. Because the fact is that my twin and I are from a royal family and should have had the world at our feet, every door open, every opportunity available. Well, fuck that. Karl and I were determined to make our mark in our own way, in our own good time.
Meanwhile, this loser in front of us was looking at Tina like she belonged to him. WTF? Fuck that. Tina belonged to us, she was our girl, and this dumbfuck better get himself in line. He was staring at her like he owned her and I needed to put a stop to this shit, pronto.
But there are benefits to lying low, so I forced myself to go slow, lie in wait. I took a deep breath, telling myself to stay calm, get in the zone because the asshole had it coming and didn’t even know it, challenging us to a game of blackjack. I’d almost laughed aloud when I realized what was happening. Karl and I are cardsharks, this kind of shit is right up our alley, we’ve played thousands of hand, both on-line and in casinos at various ports. After all, what do sailors do in their free time? That’s right, drink, fuck, and gamble.
So I was seriously stoked, taking a seat in that back room, exuding masculine confidence. The environs weren’t great, a dingy space with nothing but a table, three chairs, and a bed in one corner, the mattress saggy, the iron frame rusted. But hey, at least we had privacy and Kristian? That guy was about to get his ass beat.
“Ante up,” I commanded and the two other threw in their chips, the soft green velour of the tabletop muffling the thunks. But Tina interrupted.
“Where do I sit?” she asked plaintively. “There are only three chairs.”
I cursed the dump silently, all the while looking around. The brunette could have perched on the bed, but then she wouldn’t be able to see the game and I assumed she wanted to follow the match, seeing that she was literally the spoils.
Suddenly an idea popped into my mind.
“Come sit in my lap, baby girl,” I rumbled. That elicited a growl from Kristian as the plump brunette made her way over to me, nestling onto my thighs, but he shut his trap having no better options, eyes glaring like dark coals as he took in the set-up. What was he going to do, make her sit on the floor?
“Deal,” he ground out, and we were on.
The cards flew, hand after hand, chips changing hands at lightning speed, the stakes ramping up exorbitantly, but that’s how pro players roll. It’s fast, we’ve seen every hand thousands of times and make split-second decisions, gambling thousands at a time, our eyes sharp, the risk immense. But I was losing my concentration because Tina was grinding against me, her lush behind rolling against my dick and I tried keeping her in check, placing one hand firmly on a swaying hip as the other grasped my cards.
“Fuck, little girl,” I whispered in her ear, “stop that, would you? I’m trying to play cards here.”
But the brunette just giggled and wiggled more, my cockpole firmly pressed between her ass cheeks now, the only thing separating us her panties and the fabric of my jeans. I could feel the flesh rolling against my rod, the lushness, the fleshy orbs massaging me, distracting me from the most important game of my life.
“Stop!” I hissed in her ear again, clamping my hand down on her thigh. “There’s a thousand on the table, I need to concentrate.”
But Tina giggled again, ignoring me and suddenly I felt a wet gush against my leg. Holy cow, her pussy must have been leaking gallons if there was enough cream to soak through denim. My cock jerked involuntarily, causing the brunette to titter again, covering her mouth with her hand.
“What the fuck?” ground out Kristian, looking at us hard. “You playing or what?”
And I paused a moment before answering.
“Yeah, all in,” I said, slapping down my cards and putting both fists on the girl’s waist to keep her in place. My bro merely shot me a quick glance before turning away – the stakes were high and we couldn’t afford to lose.
But Tina by now had managed to reach behind herself, stealthily pulling down the zip to my jeans, my dong popping out and hitting her rear end before she edged back, covering it with her butt cheeks. And I felt her touch me then, her pussy lips glued to each side of my dick, lubing me with her copious nectar.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as she began moving, ever so slightly. Because the little girl was giving me the camel toe under the table, running that sweet pussy up and down my shaft as I played my hand, her pussy lips parted horizontally around my shaft, sucking on my dick, gliding it along it lengthwise as I tried to focus. Of course, that was impossible and I was almost panting now, eyes at half mast, unable to do anything but focus on the sensations in my groin, the little girl’s dance on my hot rod.
But before I could come, Kristian let out a low growl.
“How about you come and sit in my lap for a while?” he asked casually, too casually. “Pot’s up to two thousand,” he remarked, tossing
in a couple more chips.
And I almost gasped when that hot pussy departed, the cold air rushing over my dong like a punch to the face. Tina, meanwhile, daintily got up and shook out her skirt before walking around the table and depositing herself in Kristian’s lap.
“Oooh, good play!” she squealed, giggling. “Here’s a kiss for good luck,” turning her head to meet Kristian’s lips but something must have happened under the table because she gasped suddenly, her eyes flying open, breasts heaving.
And I knew, just knew what must have happened. Sure enough, a glance below the table revealed that Kristian had pulled her panties to the side, revealing those sweet, bare cunt lips, glossy with need, and he’d stuck a big finger inside, the little kitty pulling him in tight, the dew already starting to drip off his wrist.
“Ohhh,” Tina murmured, grinding down with her hips, bearing down hard, sucking the big digit in to the base. “Oohhh!”
And Kristian just grinned while jamming his fingers up even higher before starting a sweet slide.
“Shh, keep it down,” he hushed, “we’re playing cards here.”
But the finger fucking continued for a precious minute or two as we dealt a new game, even though it was completely obvious now that Tina and Kristian were having some manual sex on the downlow. With a grunt, Karl interrupted.
“My turn,” was all he said. Did he mean it was his turn to deal or his turn to have Tina sit in his lap? Evidently both. The girl stood up again, not even pulling down her skirt, Kristian’s fingers popping out with a slight squelch and stretched a bit.
“Oh I’d love to come over,” she purred, “but it’s getting hot, isn’t it? Let me take this off,” she wiggled, and the top of her dress came sliding down, her bra coming right after. “There we go,” she said slyly, giving us coy looks. “My girls were getting lonely.”
And my twin was practically slavering now, his dick weeping, looking at those creamy jugs, ready to ream.
“Come here,” he ground out, and Tina pranced over flirtatiously, this time sitting in his lap facing him. Of course, my bro had already whipped out his dong, stroking it as the girl disrobed, his massive hand massaging pre-cum over and all around his pole, getting it ready to do some damage. And Tina caught it between her boobs as she sat, pressing her orbs tight around the long, fleshy club.
And rub they did. The brunette held a breast in each hand, pushing them together to form a valley and my twin began running his pole up and down through that sweet space, getting the friction going, those creamy mounds chasing him to heaven. His grunts were low and throaty, moans of arousal joining the girl’s breathy sighs, the brunette’s head dipping to lick the tip of his glans on each upswing, swiping a drip or two of cum on each stroke.
“Mmm,” she moaned, spreading her legs wide as he tit-fucked her, “mmm, tastes good.”
But right when he was about to come, the veins in his dick pulsing, his ball sacs high and tight, Karl stopped.
“I wanna come in your pussy,” he growled. “It’s been too long.”
And the girl giggled and hopped off, thighs wet with moisture, big boobs bouncing enchantingly.
“I guess the card game is over?” she asked pertly, nodding to the table.
“Not quite yet,” groaned my brother, “but I’ve got to fuck you first. Assume the position,” he commanded and Tina obediently made her way to the bed. It was a pathetic looking thing, a twin frame with a saggy mattress, not exactly the scene of a seduction. But we were too horny, too aroused to do anything about it, and fuck, I could feel the need burning in my groin, the hot lava ready to spurt at any second. Shaking my head, I pinched my dick tip, willing the seed to stay in. I wasn’t even first up and was already going to lose my cojones.
But Tina just giggled, completely nude, her bare ass shaking, those gazongas creamy, nips hard as diamond as moisture ran down her thighs.
“Assume the position?” she asked sweetly. “How about this one?” she said, backing up so that she sat on the bed, her legs spread. And slowly, she lifted her legs, extending them inch by inch until they parted in a wide V, toes towards the ceiling, showing off those beautiful calves, the thick, meaty thighs and the slit within, glossy with cream, dripping with desire.
“How do I look?” she purred, leaning back on her elbows while shooting us sultry glances.
I almost spurted right there, releasing my baby batter onto the floor, except there was one thing missing.
“Show us your clit,” I ground out, cock in hand. By now, the three of us ringed her, transfixed, our cocks out and dripping, rubbing them up and down as we watched the show unfold, the amazing display that was Tina’s curves.
And like a little slut, the brunette giggled, running a hand down her tummy sensuously, tracing that soft curve, before dipping her hand between her legs.
“Here you go,” she cooed. “Say hi to Daddy,” she said while pulling her folds back, spreading that sweet snatch so that we could see up her channel, straight up that tight hole. Because she was beautiful, gorgeous and most of all, tasty. Her pink walls pulsed, dripping with sweet cream, a little drop pooling at her entrance. And her clit, oh god, but that nub was bright red, practically beating with arousal, huge and standing straight up, begging to be touched, licked.
And my bro was first. Karl knelt on the floor, positioning himself between her legs and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, coating himself in her cream. She moaned at the sensation, the tease, throwing her head back, letting out an indistinct garble and Karl chuckled.
“You like?” he said under his breath, now stroking the underside of her clit with his glans before circling that sensitive nub. “Baby, you like?”
And the girl just nodded, unable to tear her eyes from the place where they were joined. Seizing the opportunity, Karl began the push. Placing his dickhead at her entrance, her pussy lips just kissing his glans, he slid in an inch or two, letting the puffy flesh adjust, her labia stretching so that they were like rubber bands sucking at his dick.
“Oh!” Tina sighed, throwing her head back, “you’re so big, oh god, oh god.”
And Karl pushed up again, more of his donkey dong disappearing into her sweet channel, the veins pulsing hotly as inch by inch it was swallowed by hungry cunny.
“Oh oh oh!” she cried, her nips trembling, boobs bouncing as the donkey stretched her, invading that tiny space. And finally, my twin was in to the hilt, his balls pressed against her ass, flush to the sweetness, that aromatic snatch taking him all.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he began moving. In, out, in, out, his hips took on a rocking motion until he was pounding hard, the bed shaking, the little girl emitting squeals of lust, grunts and gasps as he fucked her.
“Aiee! Aiee!” she shrieked, latching her arms around her legs so that her pussy was exposed, displaying the donkey doing its work. “Aiee!”
And Karl, meanwhile, was jacked up with only one place to go. With a mighty roar, the veins in his forearms straining, chest hard, abs bursting with power, he released, shooting rope after rope of cum into her puss, his balls jerking high and tight as they gave up the ghost.
“Fuuuuck!” he roared, “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And the girl squealed beneath him, twat soaking it all up, filled to the brim with so much juice that it began spilling out from between their joined bodies, running off her ass to drip onto the mattress, spatter onto the floor.
“Oh god,” panted Karl, pulling himself from her twat, his dong wet with fluids, pulsing with the last of his cum. But we weren’t done. We’ve always liked to watch, and there were still two of us … with plenty of sperm.
“Next,” Karl growled with a jerk of his head, and that’s when Kristian took Karl’s place between her legs, parting her knees before pointing his dick at her overflowing snatch.
“Fuuuck, I love sloppy seconds,” he murmured, his eyes fixated on the curvy female body before him, used, sated, open for his pleasure. His fuckpole was already probing, testing Tina’s p
rivate elasticity, lubing up using the remnants of the previous sex session.
“My turn,” he ground out before shoving straight into her, pushing deep where my brother had just been a second ago. The Crown Prince must have overheated at once because his body jerked, his eyes flying open as his ass flexed, and I saw additional fluid bubble up and leak out from between their bodies, a mix of Kristian and Karl’s sperm trailing down Tina’s thighs, forming a pool underneath their heaving forms.
And Kristian wasn’t going to leave the little girl hungry. Without missing a beat, he leaned down and began licking the brunette’s nipples, taking a succulent orb into his mouth, trying to get as much breastflesh in as possible, hungry, ravenous, savoring the jiggles and curves. And the stimulation was overwhelming, causing the girl to jerk and scream, her entire body shaking with orgasm, the earthquake so tremendous that it almost pushed Kristian out. But the Crown Prince couldn’t be dislodged. He was stuck deep, his dong a solid fifteen-incher, and he just grunted and planted himself more firmly, letting her clamp and shudder around the stiff mast.
“You good, baby girl?” he asked, licking at her neck, nuzzling her cheek as she came down from heaven.
“Oh yeah,” she sighed, “oh yeah,” she reiterated, now filled with two men’s cum, the salty sperm a mess on her ass cheeks and thighs. But I hadn’t had my chance yet, still beating my pole while watching the incredible show, and I wasn’t about to forfeit or any shit like that.
“Ready for sloppy thirds, chickadee?” I grinned as Kristian withdrew. “Because you’re gonna get one more hot rod tonight.”
And Tina’s answering smile, the way she wiggled her butt in welcome was all the answer I needed. We were a go … and I wanted it all.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tina
Kato strode towards me, that massive man pole dripping with lust, veins along his shaft visibly pulsing with arousal.
And I moaned low in my throat, my mouth going dry, a flush spreading across my chest again, spiraling, spinning out of control until it centered in my cunt, that poor used and abused hot box. Because I’d already taken two men there, let Karl and Kristian run their stiff shafts deep. Was I really ready for a third? A third fifteen incher, one that would show no mercy?
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