TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The guard looked down at his list and looked back up at me. “Ms. Quim, right this way,” he said, leading me to a door off to the side that was stamped, “Hazardous. Do Not Enter.”

  “It’s just a ploy we use to keep people out,” he reassured me. He pressed the button for the elevator, and the door pinged open, revealing a fancy lift. I got in hesitantly and stood silently as I was whooshed up to the penthouse.

  The doors pinged open, and I was treated to the sight of a darkened, opulent strip club. Despite the fact that it was only 9 p.m., there were already patrons there, men in business suits who leaned back, watching girls dance on three center stages.

  The women were gorgeous. They shimmied and pranced in time to the music, removing item after item of clothing until they were in nothing but their stilettos, shaking their boobs and cunnies for the men to see. I gulped. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do that.

  Christina darted over and grabbed my arm.

  “Jennifer,” she hissed. “What did I tell you about not wearing mom clothes?”

  I looked down. I was wearing a big overcoat that made me look like a shabby bear, the puffy material a non-descript gray. I slowly unzipped the jacket, revealing my outfit underneath.

  I’d put on hot pink lingerie, the wisps of lace cupping my boobs and barely covering my slick mound. Since having a baby, I’d gone up a cup size permanently and was now a luscious DD. My tummy was flat and I’d put on my highest heels, a pair of four-inch stilettos in shiny black patent.

  “That’s better,” said Christina. She was dressed in a similar outfit, her brown hair dangling in loose curls to her waist. She grabbed my arm and dragged me over to meet a seedy-looking guy with a drooping moustache and cigarette trailing from the corner of his mouth.

  “Bob, this is Candy,” she said. “Remember? My friend I told you about? She’d like to try-out, and I know Danielle is sick tonight.”

  Bob gave me a once-over that made my stomach turn. Based on this initial reaction, I wasn’t going to be a very good stripper, but I plastered a smile on my face and flipped my hair flirtatiously over my shoulder. “Pretty please?” I added, jutting a hip to the side.

  “Alright, you’re on in five,” he said. “Make it count.”

  Five minutes? I gasped. I wasn’t ready, I needed to warm up and at least mentally adjust to the fact that I was a stripper now. But it was too late. I could hear a new song blaring on the speakers and Christina pushed me towards the spotlight.

  “Go!” she hissed.

  I stumbled onto the stage, blinded by the glaring spotlight. I lifted a hand to shield my eyes a bit, but then hastily dropped it, remembering that I was supposed to dance. I shimmied my hips and tentatively rolled my ass, hoping I was doing everything right. The sight of a twenty dollar bill wafting slowly onto the stage reminded me what I was here for, and I began dancing, letting the music take over.

  I closed my eyes and swayed my hips, letting them roll fluidly as I toyed with the crotch of my panties. I lifted my hands to my hair and let them stream through the blonde tresses, parting my lips slightly as if in heat. I leaned forward, letting my boobs dangle, and caressed them, trailing a finger tantalizingly over my décolletage.

  I heard some growls of approval from the audience, but couldn’t really see any of the men, it was so dark where they sat. I stood up and turned my back to the audience, looking sassily over my shoulder as I toyed with the clasp to my bra. Slowly, I undid the fastener and pulled each strap over my shoulders before letting the cups drop entirely, tossing the lingerie out of the way.

  Pivoting on my heels, I swung around and cupped my breasts before letting them sway lusciously in time with the music. I circled each nipple with my fingers before turning back to the scrap of lace that was my underwear.

  Teasingly, I played with the strings on each side, going into a series of squats that highlighted my tight glutes and calves. I pulled at the fasteners to my panties until the panels of lace dropped away, revealing my newly-shaven cunt. To my shame, my pussy was glistening slightly, the dance arousing me and bringing out the woman within. Making the most of my new-found daring, I leaned forward and reached back, pulling my cheeks apart so that my pussy and ass were bared for the men to see.

  Just then, the song switched and I knew it was time for a new dancer. The floor was now littered with twenties, fifties and hundreds, and I grabbed as many as I could before a stunning redhead pranced onto the stage. There must have been at least a thousand dollars in bills alone, and I hastily clutched them in my hand as I made my way offstage.

  “Baby you were great,” leered Bob. He was so disgusting that my skin crawled, but I forced myself to smile and say, “So does that mean I got the job?”

  “Sure ya did, honey,” he said. “In fact, one of our high-rollers has already requested you in the back room, if you know what I mean,” he said, jerking a thumb towards a pair of velvet curtains.

  “Oh my god,” said Christina, grabbing my arm. “You know what that means, right?” she gasped. “The big money is all in the back. Go!” she exclaimed, pushing me towards the drapes. “Go, just think about Dylan while you’re with the client.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Nick

  I waited for the gorgeous blonde in privacy. Something about her had caught my eye and I wanted some private time with her. I don’t usually do this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not above paying for sex, but there was something different about this girl.

  It might have been the way she’d been obviously unprepared to dance when she was thrust into the spotlight. She’d trembled on those ridiculously high heels, like an ungainly colt caught in the headlights of a car. It was only after her friend hissed, “Start dancing!” from the sidelines that the blonde had begun to move, tentatively swaying her hips.

  But she’d been a natural. I’ve seen a lot of dances in my life, and this was the first one where I’d felt really, truly aroused. I’d felt the blood rushing to my groin as I watched her move, my cock growing harder as she lost her bra and then her panties. I’d wanted to catch that lingerie and maybe save them for later, but another guy had been too quick and palmed them off the stage.

  I’d watched mesmerized as her luscious jugs swayed and when she’d bared her pussy, my mouth had literally filled with saliva. My cock had twitched upright, straining painfully against the zip of my pants, and it was then that I knew I’d be purchasing some private time with her.

  I paced now in the small room, waiting for her to enter. I heard the doorknob turn, and she slipped in, a wraith in a silk dressing gown. She was obviously nude underneath – her teats poked at the wrapper, and her legs were long and slim beneath the short hemline. I was ready to pounce immediately, but something stopped me. She was unusually shy and ladylike, which was rare for a stripper.

  She teetered in, like she rarely ever wore high heels, and stopped short when she saw me standing in the shadows. “Hello,” she said. Her voice bowled me over. It was low and breathy, not the raucous call of a prostitute. Blood surged to my groin again, and I could feel Mr. Happy punch insistently against my fly.

  “Take off your slip,” I ground out. Introductions were unnecessary and I couldn’t wait very long anyways. Her dance had aroused me unbearably, and I needed to find physical release as soon as possible.

  She slipped the white robe off her shoulders and I caught my breath, amazed at the splendor of her body. She was small and slim, petite even in those high heels, with perfectly rounded hips and thighs. Her belly was perfectly flat, but I could see the thin silvery stripes of stretch marks against her lower stomach and frowned slightly. She was a mother?

  But my gaze was captivated by her perfect cunny, revealed up close. Her lips were fleshy and moist, without the extra skin that some women had. They were nubile and girlish, as if she’d never had hair there, and pleasingly engorged but not vulgar.

  “Bend over,” I ground out. She leaned over the couch in the private room, baring her pussy and ass for
me to see. I trailed a finger through her lips gently, and she gasped. She was moist, but not yet drenched the way I liked my women. I ran my fingers through her soft folds, pulling gently on her clit and she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut. I stimulated her more, running a long middle finger into her channel and stroking up and down, preparing her for my entry. Her hips swung a bit and I felt a gush of liquid on my hand as her body readied itself for me.

  I unzipped my pants, setting my cock free and lined myself up at her entrance.

  She craned her neck, turning to look at me with pleading eyes. “Aren’t you going to use protection?” she begged softly.

  I looked hard at her. “Do I look like the type of douche who uses a condom? Bareback only,” I ground out.

  I saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes and couldn’t bear it. Cursing myself under my breath, I stalked over to my suit jacket and pulled out a sheaf of bills, placing them on the counter.

  “Ten thousand for bareback,” I said. “It’s ready for you once we’re done. Besides, aren’t you girls usually on the pill?” I asked.

  She didn’t reply, turning forward again, her long blonde hair shielding her face. Her cunny invited me, steaming and open, and I lined myself up at her entrance again.

  With a deep push, I was in her all the way. She was so tight, so hot, that I didn’t move, letting her body adjust to the massive penetration. She gasped upon feeling my entry and her body quivered, as if she hadn’t had sex in a long time. Overcome with sensation, I began withdrawing, but she was so tight that we were stuck together at first. It was only with my hands on her hips that I succeeded in pulling us apart, that delicious cunny clinging to my dick for all it was worth.

  I began a sweet rhythm, rocking against her ass as my balls hit her clit with each stroke. I could tell that the blonde was adjusting as well, her hips soon pushing back to meet me as I stroked deeply in and out. Her breasts swayed pendulously beneath her, and I reached down to catch one in my fist, massaging the sweet flesh before plucking at a nipple.

  “Oh!” she cried out, throwing her hair back.

  I began fucking her furiously then, unleashing an onslaught into the small blonde’s body. She bucked and twisted underneath me, her pussy growing progressively wetter until she came hard and fast on my dick. Her cunny spasmed and twitched, gushes of liquid creaming, forcing my cock into its own release as I poured liters of sperm into her inner channel. The orgasms came hard, fast and furious for both of us. I heaved mightily, fucking her while my balls emptied, as she squealed and twisted beneath me, her sweetness eating up the sperm, sucking it deeper towards her ovaries.

  As we came down from the high, I leaned my chin against her back, caressing the small of her back, trailing my hand against the soft flesh of her hindquarters down to her thigh. She was unbelievably smooth and lithe, the flesh juicy and as soft as a petal.

  “So Petal,” I said. “What brings you to the Billionaires Club?” I asked. It was a weird thing of mine. I liked to chitchat with my girls after sex, even if I was paying them.

  “Oh you know,” she murmured vaguely. “The men, the lights … and I love dancing.”

  I chuckled deeply in my throat. I could believe that she loved dancing, but not that she loved the men or the lights. She’d looked like a lost little deer on that stage at first. I gave her bottom a kiss and pulled myself out. My cock was coated in a mix of her juices and my cum, the tip dripping from the excess fluid. I cleaned myself up and watched as she snatched her robe from the floor and wrapped herself in it, almost as if she was embarrassed to be naked. Very interesting for a stripper. Usually these girls paraded their assets without the least bit of shame.

  “Can I go now?” she asked softly, not meeting my eye.

  “Sure,” I rumbled, sitting back on the divan. I saw how she grabbed the money from the counter, not even bothering to count it, and hastily put it in the pocket of her robe.

  “Thank you,” she murmured, still not meeting my eye. She quietly slipped out, and without a trace she was gone.

  Very interesting, I thought. It seemed like we had a stripper who wasn’t really one. Most girls blew kisses my way, tried to extract promises from me, or at least hit me up for more money. This one had been so shy, so sweet, that she’d left without even asking for a tip. My interest was piqued and I resolved to follow-up.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Jennifer

  I showered at home, blasting the hot water so that it scalded my skin. I could still feel him in me, that hard, insistent heat against my inner channel, stretching my insides until I didn’t think I could take more. I hadn’t had sex since Dylan was born, and it’d been a shock to do it with the strange man.

  But what a stranger he was. He’d been dark and handsome, his hair so black that it seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting it. Oddly, his eyes had been a crystal blue, penetrating against his olive skin and raven hair. And his body … I licked my lips just remembering again. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected of a billionaire, but his body had been that of a pro athlete – toned, perfectly balanced and overwhelmingly sexy.

  My hand gently soaped my pussy, going slow after the pounding I’d taken. I could still feel his dick in me, the hot sperm gushing inside as he came, his mighty roar in my ear as he climaxed. He’d paid extra for the privilege of going bareback, and I only hoped I wasn’t pregnant. I hadn’t expected to have sex that night, so the pill hadn’t even crossed my mind.

  I hoped and prayed I wasn’t pregnant, making a silent pact with God that I’d do something good if he made sure I wasn’t. But somehow … somehow I knew the handsome billionaire was virile, and I was likely knocked up already … with his beautiful baby.

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  Previously …

  I’d taken the job at the Billionaires Strip Club because I desperately needed cash. My little boy was gravely ill, and I’d racked up a huge amount in medical bills. With my salary barely covering our basic needs, I’d made the irrevocable decision to take my clothes off for money.

  But during my first night at the club, I met a handsome stranger who seduced me with his eyes, hands, body and lips. Before I knew it, he took me bareback and wild in the back of the club, coming over and over again in me, all the while stroking my cheek and tenderly kissing my body. If I knew his name I would have cried out in ecstasy, but it’s too late now … because I think I’m pregnant with the billionaire’s baby!

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jennifer

  I looked down at my burgeoning belly. I wasn’t showing much, but it was only the fourth month. Since my night at the Billionaires Strip Club, I’d never gone back. It wasn’t the dancing that got to me, it was the way the handsome stranger had taken over my thoughts so completely, so thoroughly that I thought of nothing but him anymore.

  I rubbed my belly gently. The stranger had been dark and mysterious when I’d entered the back room, sexy with raven hair and blue eyes. His suit had been expensive and clung to his athletic physique lovingly, showcasing his broad chest and long legs. I’d immediately felt my knees weaken. I knew that I didn’t have a choice as to which patrons I serviced, but it seemed I’d lucked out on my very first time … a tall, dark and handsome who was looking at me with hungry eyes.

  He bent me over the couch and had been ready to enter me when I’d pleaded to use protection. Although I knew there was an outside chance that I’d be having sex that night, I’d been unprepared and hadn’t been on birth control. He’d laughed at the idea, but offered a couple extra thou for a bareback ride.

  Shamefacedly, I’d agreed. I owed so much money to our creditors that anything would help. But honestly, I would have done him bareback even without the extra incentive. He was so compelling, with his laser-like stare and magnetic presence, that my insides had softened, my privates moistening and a subtle sweet scent wafting from between my legs.

  And the sex had been magnificent. He’d teased me and tortured me until I came, spasming wildly on his magn
ificent cock, panting in the throes of my first orgasm in years. My body had shook and trembled, and I felt like my skin was going to split from the pleasure he delivered, his big hands gentle and then alternately rough, caressing my flesh as if I were made of the softest satin.

  Later, he’d called me “Petal” and tried to make conversation, but I was too shy. I’m not sure what it was … the fact that I was still still naked after our love, or that I hadn’t had a real conversation with a man in three years. Instead, like a surly child I’d grabbed the money and left, sure I’d never see him again, my heart falling even as I made my exit.

  But a month passed without my period, and after the second month missed, I knew the signs. I’d forced myself to take a home pregnancy test, and sure enough, two stripes showed. The stranger was going to be a father.

  I sighed, looking down at my belly. Abortion wasn’t something that I’d ever consider – besides my love of children, I wanted a memory of my one breathtaking night with the handsome man. But at the same time, I knew that life was tough, and would only be getting tougher. My son Dylan is chronically ill, and I’m up to my ears in debt in medical bills. I’m not sure how I’ll afford another baby, and although I haven’t told my mother yet, I think she suspects. My mom lives with us and helps me take care of Dylan. When she finds out that I’m knocked up with number two, I think she’s going to be really pissed.

  In the meantime though, I have my job at the bakery that barely pays the bills. Dylan ran up to me with a toy clutched in his hand, crying “Mama, Mama” and it almost broke my heart to leave him. I like to tuck my boy in at night, and when I work night shifts, my mom is the one who gives him a bath and puts him to sleep. I just try to remember that this is all for him. Giving him a kiss, I said, “Mama will be back in the morning. Be a good boy for me, okay?”