TRIPLE PRINCES: An MFMM Menage Romance

by Cassandra Dee

“Oh my god, a prostitute? You must be kidding! We’re going to have a field day with this one,” said Serena with a raucous laugh. I glanced at Petal with a stricken look on my face. She was literally trembling, trying to hold herself still which only made her shake harder, tears pooling in her eyes. I grabbed her hand for comfort, stroking her palm with my thumb.

  “I heard he got her pregnant at some seedy strip club in the city,” said Serena. “What a ho. I mean, seriously. Our set is all about the elite, and now Nick is asking us to accept an ex-prostitute in our midst? Fuck that!”

  I wasn’t surprised by her vulgar language. Serena had always been a viper. The women did whatever it is women do in the bathroom, and soon left, their voices echoing in the chamber, catty and shrill.

  I let us out of the handicapped stall, pulling Petal in my wake. I dragged her out of the bathroom into the hallway and drew a deep breath.

  “Now listen Petal, those women are whores themselves,” I said. “There isn’t one who hasn’t slept with a man for money, even if it was jewels, a house, a car, and not cold hard cash. They’re whores, trust me, I know.”

  “You do know, don’t you?” she said softly, her eyes cast down. I mentally cursed myself for using those words.

  “It’s not that I KNOW know,” I said, stumbling. “I’ve just been a part of this world a long time and I know how women like that think.”

  She didn’t look up at me, instead looking at her engagement ring, twisting the diamond on her finger. She looked so pale, small and slim, that I was overwhelmed with a need to protect. I pulled her into my arms and breathed in her sweet scent, mixed with the spice of our recent lovemaking. “Ignore them,” I commanded. “They’re nothing.”

  “I know,” she said, looking up at me at last. “I know.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jennifer

  I was smiling on the outside, but inside I was dying. Who were the three women? Even now, it killed me to know that they were here somewhere among the crowd, smiling fakely while saying vicious, nasty things.

  And who else knew about my past? I was mortified. Suddenly I felt claustrophobic, as if the entire guest list knew my secret and was just waiting, cruelly biding their time before I’d be offered up for a virtual slaughter.

  And Nick? I couldn’t bear to think what would happen to him. These were his people, colleagues he did business with, people he socialized with year after year. They were about to humiliate me, and by extension him. As much as I loved him, I knew I couldn’t let it happen.

  I wasn’t sure what my next step was, but as I looked down at my engagement ring, I felt my heart rip apart. Maybe it had been too good to be true. Maybe my white knight with a castle really was never meant to be. I felt myself tearing up, but took a deep breath and turned around to face the crowd once more.

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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. Thinking only of my son, I’d made the difficult 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. I got pregnant with the billionaire’s baby, but left him in the lurch … because his friends found out about my past as a whore!

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Nick

  She was gone. My Petal was gone. One day, she’d been laughing and smiling in my arms, her belly burgeoning as our child grew. And the next, she was poof! Vanished. She’d left her engagement ring on my bedside table along with a note:

  My darling Nick,

  It’s with a heavy heart that I write this. I love you, but after what happened at the ball last week, I can’t be a part of your life. Those women knew that I was a stripper, and it’s just a matter of time before everyone finds out. Your world will never accept me, and soon you’ll be ashamed too, ashamed of marrying the wrong girl just because I’m carrying your baby. Try to let it go, I beg you. Let me and your child go, and live your life to its fullest.

  I think fondly of our time together, and will always be

  Your dearest,

  Petal

  The ring winked at me in the light, baiting me. Fuck! I hurled the eight carat diamond against the wall, not caring where it landed. Petal was my life, and she’d taken my stepson Dylan as well as my unborn child with her. I ground my teeth in rage and despair. It was true, I’d proposed to Petal after finding out that she was pregnant with our child, but that didn’t even begin to explain the depths of my feeling for her.

  She was the most innocent, the most trusting, woman I ever knew. Sure, I’d met her in the back room of a strip club, paying her for sex, but that was in the past. In fact, that first session had tipped me off to the fact that I had a different type of girl on my hands. She’d been sweet, shy, and almost … ashamed at what she was doing, trading sex for money.

  But it was her son, Dylan, who’d been the deciding factor. You see, Dylan is developmentally delayed, and the overwhelming medical bills forced Petal to become a stripper cum whore. And who would blame her? Any mother worth her while would do whatever it took to aid an ailing child.

  In short, I was proud of Petal’s past as a stripper. It comforted me to know that she was a protective mama bear willing to do anything for her cubs because of course, her unborn child was mine. I ground my teeth again, swearing to find her and the baby no matter what it took.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Nick

  I stepped into the Billionaire Strip Club. I hadn’t been at the joint in months, not since I met Petal four months ago. It was pretty much as I remembered, dark, flashing lights, and the hottest girls north of the Mason Dixon flashing their cunnies and tits for rich guys.

  I was once one of those rich bastards. Well, not that I wasn’t rich anymore, but I’d just lost interest in the whole sex for money thing once Petal entered my life. There was so much more meaning to sex with my beautiful girl, it was ten times better and imbued with beauty, you know what I mean?

  But these poor losers clearly didn’t have that. From the looks on their faces they were still drinking in the intoxicating scent of strange pussy, mixed in with leaking cream and hot, heavy arousal. More than a few guys had their dicks out already, the tips glistening in the low lights, waiting as girls leant over to suckle appreciatively.

  “Hey handsome, here for a ride in the back?” asked a beautiful brunette. She posed in front of me, a hand on her hip, dressed in nothing but the tiniest g-string and four inch stilettos, showing off luscious Double D’s with creamy pink tips.

  I was about to brush her off on the way to the manager’s office, when I gave her another glance. There was something familiar about that jut of chin, the shrewd gleam in those coffee-colored eyes. Wasn’t this Petal’s friend from that first night, the one who’d pushed her on stage and encouraged her to dance?

  “Maybe,” I rumbled, professing an air of dismissive nonchalance. In my experience, it’s not very hard to meet women, especially chicks at a club. They were looking for men with money, and as I was a good-looking man with money, it just moved everything into the express lane.

  “Let me show you a good time,” she murmured, cupping her breasts suggestively, squeezing them high and hard before dipping a finger to run over her cunny. When she knew she had my attention, she swiped her g-string to one side, baring that beautiful puss. I’ve seen a lot of cunt, and the brunette’s was a work of wonder. She was perfectly bare, smooth and shiny, with fat lips. I could even see her clit poking out from between her labia, hard and engorged.

  “Sure, what’ll it cost?” I asked bluntly, not wanting to waste time.

  “Let’s talk about that when the time comes,” she cooed, licking her glo
ssy pink lips. “Follow me,” she said, sashaying to the back with a seductive glance over her shoulder.

  Like a man on a marionette rope, I followed. Down boy! I reminded my dick. You’re in love with someone else, I admonished. But I planned on using this opportunity to my advantage … maybe the slut would have information about Petal, my lost fiancée.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Nick

  The brunette held open a door to a private back room. This too, was exactly as I remembered. I’d fucked so many girls here, taking what I wanted in exchange for money, that I’d always remember the confines of the small space. A purple velvet couch, a small bar area with the fixings, plus a chest filled with toys, all new, wrapped in plastic. How many girls I’ve fucked in back rooms, I have no idea, but I’ve certainly spent thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.

  “Hey big boy,” said the brunette, brushing up against me, sliding her breasts against my broad chest. “Wanna play?” she said coyly, batting her lashes at me.

  Now that we had privacy, I roughly grabbed her wrist.

  “Where’s your friend?” I ground out between my teeth.

  A look of fear flashed across her face before smoothing into blandness. “Who? What? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied suavely. “I have no friends here.”

  “Yes, you do,” I spat. “She used to work here, goes by the name Candy. Blonde, blue-eyed, petite. I saw you egging her onto the stage, when she didn’t know how to dance.”

  A look of recognition crossed her face, and I could literally see the brunette weighing her odds mentally.

  “Maybe I know her,” she said slyly. “But I’m not sure it’s the same girl. What did you say her name was?”

  “Candy Quim,” I ground out. No way was I revealing Petal’s real name to this viper of a woman. As corny as it sounded, Candy was Petal’s stage name, and likely what this woman knew her by.

  “Oh yes,” said the brunette silkily. “Candy was one of our favorites,” she said, licking her lips suggestively. “We miss her so much, clients ask about her all the time,” she added.

  My temp spiked about a hundred degrees. What the fuck? Other men were asking about my Petal? But I realized the brunette had to be lying, as Petal had worked here all of one night before quitting.

  “Tell me where she is,” I ground out.

  “What’s in it for me?” said the brunette greedily.

  I let go of her wrist and reached for my wallet. Her eyes bulged as I pulled a cool thousand out of my billfold, all cash, and put it on the table.

  “This is what you get,” I said. “And if I find out your information is wrong, you’ll fucking regret it,” I threatened.

  She looked at the stack of bills thoughtfully before shaking her head, no.

  “You know, it’s just not worth it to me,” she said breezily. “Candy asked me not to divulge her location, and why would I sell out my friend? It’s going to take a lot more, big boy.”

  Okay, so it would take added moolah. I was expecting this. These girls are such gold-diggers, such money-grubbing bitches that I was prepared to throw it at her if that’s what she wanted. Reaching for my checkbook, I quickly dashed out check for five thousand payable to “Cash,” and set it on the table.

  “There, is that enough, princess?” I jeered. “It’ll keep you in new g-strings for a long, long time.”

  “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, fingering the check in her hands. “I like it, but I want something else as well.”

  “What?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin. Fuck, this bitch was avaricious, but what did I expect?

  “I need cock,” she said silkily. “Hard, hot, handsome cock, and yours is the one I want in me.”

  I stood stock still. What the fuck? This girl fucked men for a living, surely she got plenty of cock all the time.

  My confusion must have shown on my face because she chuckled throatily before skimming her fingers over the bulge in my pants.

  “Sure, I fuck a lot,” she said. “What man doesn’t want a taste of this?” she said, squeezing a luscious boob so that it pulsed between her fingertips, the nipple jutting and hard. “But a lot of the cock is ugly,” she continued. “I need handsome cock, from a big, hard, hung man,” she cooed.

  I have to admit, I felt a sting of pride. I mean, I was going to fork over the five thousand for information only, and yet this bitch was offering her cunny to me as a bonus.

  “I appreciate your proposal,” I said smoothly. “But my heart’s taken by Candy, and unfortunately, my cock’s reserved for her.”

  The brunette giggled. “Come on, big boy,” she said dismissively. “Let’s not get sentimental. Your heart is taken?” she mimicked in a tinny voice. “Come on, get real. I feel how hard you are, how much you want it. Besides, you’re not going to get Candy’s whereabouts … unless I get dick.”

  And with that, she turned around, bent over, and began edging her g-string down. Fuck me, but I could barely breathe. Her ass was round and luscious, a true bubble butt that bounced as she moved. As the material crept lower, I could hardly tear my eyes away from the revelation that was her cunny.

  She was deep pink in color, the lips fleshy and wet, with a tiny hole that peeped out between her labia. Knowing that my eyes were glued to her, the brunette pulled her lips apart, revealing her steamy pink insides. She was glistening and moist, with a clit already fully erect, stiff and waving in the air. A moist seductive scent wafted from her twat, hitting me in the senses, female and spicy, a pure sex musk.

  Unable to restrain myself, I dove for her pussy, getting on my knees between her legs and pressing my tongue to that sweet hole. I felt the brunette giggle at my supplication, desperately licking her snatch, unfaithful to my beautiful Petal to my immense shame.

  But the stripper’s hole tasted so fucking good. It was like ambrosia rolling down my throat, her sweet nectar consuming me as I licked from clit up to her asshole, tugging that nub between my lips before biting it gently and making her squeal.

  “More!” she moaned, grinding her hips into my face.

  For some really good traction, I pulled her clit with my finger, focused on tonguing her opening as I rubbed the bundle of sensitive nerves. The nub seemed to grow in my fingers, forming a mini-dick, as hard and stiff as my own erection. Fuck! This girl was a freak of nature. Born a woman but with a clit so big that she could have been a man with a micropenis.

  Losing myself in her, I buried my tongue, furiously tongue-fucking the little gap, driving the spear as deep as possible. She gushed wetly, and soon my chin and mouth were completely covered in her fluids, dripping wetly off my face as I desperately tried to cover myself in that sweet cunny juice.

  “Come on big boy, don’t spend yourself right here,” cooed the brunette. “Come fuck me,” she invited.

  I couldn’t take her advice fast enough. Standing up, I spun her around and pushed her backwards onto the couch. She let out a surprised yelp but then leaned back and pulled her legs up in a wide vee, baring everything, so vulgar and erotic at once. I unfastened my belt and felt my cock punch out like a fucking jack in the box, eager to bury itself in her.

  But I wanted to make the stripper pay. For debasing me, for making me go through this, and most of all, for my infidelity to Petal, even if she’d been the one who left me. I licked my hand before wetting the top of my dick, circling my tip around her cunny, getting the shaft lubed up in her juices.

  “Oh yeah big boy,” moaned the girl. “Put it in,” she moaned hotly, bumping her hips, trying to catch my dong in her wet vag. I stroked her folds, letting my throbbing shaft play against that moist cunt, rumbling, “Don’t worry bitch, it’s coming.”

  But without any warning, I shoved my massive cock against her anus. And let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like it went in smoothly, a sword into a perfect cock holster. It was more like I shoved fucking hard, and managed to spear my lance an inch into her pucker, her dry hole catching the tip.

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sp; “What the fuck?” she screamed. “Stop you fucker, stop, stop!” she shrieked, trying to get away from me on the couch.

  This is what I love about the Billionaire Strip Club. In a normal place, the bouncers wait in the hall outside, listening for disturbances. If they think a girl is being hurt, they break down the door, hauling the customer out by the collar and basically kicking his ass.

  No such thing in the Billionaire Strip Club. We’re free to do as we like with the girls, and short of some fucked-up snuff play, they’re ours to fool around with. There’s no giant bodyguard outside waiting to swoop in and save Cinderella. The money’s too real, and the clientele too good for security to even pretend to care.

  So I gripped the brunette harder, pinning her down with my superior muscle mass, my penis wedged into her anus. She thrashed around crying now, screaming “No no no!” over and over again.

  “No means yes, right sweetheart?” I ground out, shoving my hips again. This time, I went in a little further, and the relentless pressure continued until I felt her sphincter give way, and I was all the way in.

  Fuck, the dryness felt so good. She was so fucking dirty, with a hot backhole that was tight like sandpaper, almost breaking my dick off. I’d never done this with my little Petal – she was too pure, too refined, to put up with the vulgarity of anal.

  But this stripper was different. The crying, the huge, heaving breasts, the hips that even now were starting to squirm in ecstasy. Fuck, she liked it. I could see her body loosening, her abs pushing down as her butt relaxed, and pretty soon I was able to move a bit, pushing my fuckpole in and out.

  “You like that, you fucking nasty girl?” I growled. “You like?”

  “Fuck no!” she cried out, although her body told a different story.

  “Here, I’ll make it a little easier on you,” I ground out. Reaching down, I swept a hand through her folds while making sure she was pinned down with my shoulder. I rubbed the exposed part of my dick with my fingers, spreading her cunny juice onto my cock, and then shoved with my hips once again.