Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Oooooh. Ooohh!” I cried. “Yes, please daddy! Fuck me anywhere. Fuck me everywhere. Don’t stop!”

  “You are mine, Savannah. I will have you. I must have you!” he growled.

  Finally he came. His cum filled up my ass and filled me with a sensation of warm intensity. He let go of my shoulder and I fell forward, moaning and squealing into the mattress. My ass was so sore, but I couldn’t get enough! I wanted more. I lay there with my clothes tore half off me wondering how many times I could do this. But at this moment, I didn’t care. Dominique was here and I need him to dominate me again and again.

  I turned around and started stroking his cock. There was still a little cum coming out of it, so I licked it up.

  “On more time, daddy,” I begged. “Fuck me again, please. Do it again.”

  “My God, you are insatiable.” he said. “I need to rest.”

  “No, now, daddy!” I cooed.

  I turned away from him and stuck my ass in his face, all the while I was reaching behind and stroking him.

  “Oh, my God,” he muttered into my ass.

  He licked my vagina and my asshole. He stuck his tongue in my cunt and started fucking me with his tongue. I could feel his rod getting harder and harder.

  “I’ve got to fuck you again,” he said, unable to control himself.

  He pushed me down on the bed and plunged into me. Dominique was fucking me hard, his lower torso slapping against my ass cheeks as his cock went in and out of my pussy. All the while, he was sticking his finger in my ass hole. I moaned and squealed into the mattress, until I couldn’t breath. I came up for air, gasping, overwhelmed by his savagery. We were soaked in sweat, mating like two wild beasts.

  “Uhhn. Uhhn.” he grunted.

  Dominique pushed down on me. I was pinned beneath him, having to take his cock again and again. I was cumming so much I started to cry. I cried from joy and pleasure, overcome by the emotion of it all. Then he exploded deep inside me, filling me up with his cum.

  My orgasms left me wrecked, shaking and undone. I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk the same way again. He pulled out and fell back on the bed and I flopped to the side, shaking and panting. It was a sexual experience unlike any other. All sex before this moment suddenly paled in comparison.

  And even in my utter exhaustion and satisfaction, I could not help but think about the next time. When would he be ready to take me again? It could not come soon enough!

  Chapter 15

  Dominique

  Sex with this Savannah was addicting. Women of such beauty are not often very good in bed. They are so beautiful that they need to do very little or they are all about their own pleasure. This was not the case with this actress. She knew how to move, she was unafraid of using every part of her body and she enjoyed it all. It was as if she was begging me to push her to the limits.

  Having sex twice in such a short time took a bit out of me. I summoned Aaron to bring us drinks, fresh strawberries and whipped cream. All these he brought from the kitchen within a matter of minutes. I met him at the door and took the tray.

  “Thank you, Aaron,” I said. “See to it that we are not disturbed for anything.”

  “Yes, my prince,” he said obediently.

  I closed the door and returned to Savanah.

  “Thirsty my love?” I asked.

  “Yes, thank you,” she said.

  Aaron had brought us juices that were perfectly chilled. We drank deeply, renewing our energies for the sex to come. I dipped a strawberry in the whipped cream and fed it to her.

  “Mmmm,” she said. “So fresh. Gimme more.”

  I gave her another. Some of the whipped cream got on her face.

  “More,” she said.

  I took a handful of strawberries, dipped my entire hand in the whipped cream and fed her the sweet mess. It ran down her face and dripped on to her breasts. She took a handful of the cream and rubbed it on my chest and then started licking it off. I could feel myself becoming aroused again.

  She took the whipped cream covered strawberries out of my hand and pushed them up her pussy. The red juice dripped out and all over.

  “Eat me!” she commanded.

  I started licking and eating the strawberries from her snatch. She moaned and laid back on the bed on her elbows. I grabbed her buttocks with one hand, while spreading her legs and pussy lips with the other. The strawberries and cream were sweet, but not as sweet as Savannah’s juices.

  She maneuvered herself, so we could both put our mouths on each other’s privates. The whipped cream had dripped all over us and she was licking up every drop. Savannah took my cock deep in her throat with no gag reflex. She had no qualms about putting her tongue on my cock, my balls, even my asshole. As a sexual warrior, she had no fear!

  Her lips and tongue danced along my shaft and lingered on the head of my penis. She controlled the suction perfectly, arousing me like no other. Placing my balls in her mouth one at a time, she was ravenous yet gentle. Even though I had just cum twice, I had to hold back the cum inside me again. I was almost ready to be pushed over the edge, she was so sexual!

  We laid there sucking and licking for what seemed like eons. The sounds of her slurping and gulping, licking and smacking--- That alone was bringing me to the edge of climax, but I held on. I wanted to be rock hard when I fucked her again. My cock had to be completely stiff to satisfy her amazing pussy.

  Suddenly, she pulled away, lay flat on her back and spread her legs. She patted her pussy, enticing me to come to her.

  “C’mon, daddy, fuck me!” she demanded. “Push my ankles to my ears. Pull my hair and fuck the shit out of me.”

  I did as she requested. I pushed her legs up, practically folding her in half. She held her ankles by her head and spread them apart just a little. It allowed me to plow deep inside her hot, dripping confines. So hot and so wet, there was no resistance to my cock at all.

  “Ooooooh!” she screamed. “God, yes! Fuuuuuuuck! Don’t stop! Eeeeee! Daddy, yes!”

  With my hands on either side of her in a push up stance, I was free to thrust my cock in her as fast as I could. I was bouncing up and down, dripping with sweat. The slap-slap-slap-slap must’ve been audible two rooms over and certainly her moans of ecstasy were audible all over the wing of the embassy.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming again! Eeeeee!”

  I felt the hot blast of her watery sweetness on my privates. It poured out of her like a waterfall with the strength of a firehouse. It bathed my unit in intense warmness that brought me over and lubed her hole even more. At this point, I was gliding so easily, it was almost hard to feel anything.

  As the water dripped away, the friction returned. I was so sensitive by this time, I just lost it. My orgasm just started happening. My orgasm overtook me, and I fell on top of Savannah, then rolled off and fell while still cumming. My cum stream shot out and splashed across Savannah’s leg, torso and breast. She immediately moved down and suck out the rest without hesitation. I was shaking inside. It was incredible.

  But she still wasn’t done with me.

  She took me by the face and kissed me deeply as I tried to catch my breath.

  “More,” she whispered. “Do whatever you want with me. What’s your fantasy?”

  I took the last of the juice and chugged it down. There was one thing I wanted to try.

  “Come here,” I commanded. “Get on this table and lean forward.”

  Savannah did not hesitate. She leaned forward on the table. Her ass was now perfectly position, but so she wouldn’t move I tied her there with belts and clothes from the room. Now she was tied to the table and couldn’t move.

  I started rubbing my cock up and down her crack and she immediately responded.

  “Oh, God,” she squealed. “This is so hot!”

  Standing up, I pushed into her ass and she gasped, gripping my cock with her ass even harder. Her moans and squeals and her tight ass was more than enough to get me aroused a fourth time
. We were both so slick with bodily juices, that I just glided right in her ass. And now, standing at the perfect angle, I could fuck her ass in my most powerful position.

  “You like this?!” I said thrusting again and again. “You like this cock in your ass?”

  “Yes, daddy!” she screamed. “Oh, God! Fuck my asshole. Fuck my little asshole. Please! Yes! Punish my ass!”

  I was banging into her as hard as I could, while the table inched forward with every thrust. I was as deep inside her ass as I could possibly be now and my cock was raw from all the fucking we had done. We were both out of breath, soaked in sweat from a marathon of sexual delight. I just hoped I had some cum left to give.

  Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and I came intensely. I made noises fucking Savannah I had never made with another woman. Such raw sexual energy I had never experienced. It was emotional and unfiltered. When I finished cumming I staggered backward and fell into a chair, shaking. I could see that Savannah was shaking and cumming on the table.

  After a minute, with some effort, I got to my feet and released Savannah from her bonds. I helped her to the bed and we fell back on it. We lay there in a mess of whipped cream and crushed strawberries.

  “Holy shit,” she panted. “That was new. This night was--- I never did all those things.”

  “Nor have I,” I admitted. “You are truly a woman of many delights, Savannah.”

  As we laid there trying to catch our breath, I wondered about the future. Was this love or lust? Would I marry this woman out of pity for the child or was this love? My father would say that it didn’t matter, but it did.

  If Byron married her, what would I do? I would have to stay far away from them, for I could not resist her charms. I am helpless. And if the reverse is true, would I then lose a friend? How could Byron resist? There would be no negotiating it. It would only take a look, a touch or a smell and we’d end up here or perhaps all three of us would. But I could not allow Byron to share my wife, could I?

  Father would never approve, whether she was married to me or Byron. Dammit! Why didn’t I just take her by myself that first night at the party? Then I would have her all to myself. But then again, she might not have gotten pregnant. Oh, Dominique! You’ve made a mess of things, my friend!

  I would sleep on this. Perhaps there was another option yet undiscovered. If true love exists, perhaps it will find a way. I drifted off, exhausted and satisfied with Savannah in my arms. This was something I wanted every night. All the things my money could buy, but this wasn’t one of them.

  Chapter 16

  Savannah

  Why is it that when my sex life becomes amazing, my personal life gets so complicated? Byron and Dominique were both such incredible men. They were handsome, rich, passionate and eager, I think, to take care of the baby. Could I choose which would be the father? Was there a way? If only I could have both them! That would be heaven!

  But I needed a break to clear my head. After Dominique stayed over night, he had breakfast with me and then left. I got cleaned up and while I was in the bath made a decision: I would hold off on sex with both of them until the test came back either way. It was the only way I could keep my head clear.

  Sometime around lunch I heard noises on the other side of my door and opened it. Dominique and Byron were standing outside. Byron had flowers in his hand, while Dominique had a box of chocolates. They were both shoving each other roughly and cursing at each other in French or Italian. I couldn’t be sure.

  “Hey! Hey!” I yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Savannah,” said Byron. “Here are some flowers for you.”

  “No. I was here first.” insisted Dominique. “Here is a box of the best chocolates in the world.”

  “It is too early for chocolates, you idiot!” snapped Byron.

  “She spent the night with me. So, it is clearly my time with her,” insisted Dominique.

  “You already had sex with her and now you’re done, right?” said Byron, getting in a dig.

  “How dare you!” yelled Dominique outraged.

  Dominique dropped the box, it came open and the chocolates scattered on the floor. He tried to grab Byron by the throat, but Byron fought him off, smashing him in the face with the flowers. They ended up rolling around in the hallway. They rolled into a table and knocked a lamp and a vase to the floor, which also broke.

  “Stop! Stop!” I yelled. “This isn’t getting us anywhere! I’ll leave right now if you both don’t stop!”

  They finally stopped wrestling and pushed each other away angrily.

  “You guys are friends, you shouldn’t be like this,” I said. “Besides, it’s going to be pretty clear who is responsible once the test comes back.”

  “I don’t care!” said Byron. “I will marry you. I shall be the baby’s father regardless of its true origins.”

  “No! I will!” insisted Dominique. “I will make him my heir regardless of his blood.”

  They were close to fighting again and started shoving.

  “Guys! Guys!” I shouted. “This is foolish. I don’t want this. Maybe I should leave and wait for the test results at home.”

  “No-no, let me prove to you my worth!” insisted Byron.

  “I shall prove my worth,” said Dominique. “A contest. Swords!”

  “No! No swords!” I said. “I don’t want anyone hurt! What’s another thing rich guys do?”

  After a brief lunch, I met the guys on the tennis court. It wasn’t going to be very exciting, but at least they wouldn’t be stabbing one another. Byron and Dominique both looked great in their tennis outfits. It was hard for either one of them to look bad in anything, quite frankly.

  I figured this would give them somewhere to vent their frustration where they wouldn’t be beating each other up. I was, of course, completely wrong. After a few serves back and forth, there was a close call and they both started cursing each other Byron insisting it was “out” while Dominique insisting it was “in”. Dominique ended up throwing his racket at Byron and they two got into a fistfight at the net.

  “You little shit! I should beat you to death with your own racket!” shouted Byron.

  “Ha! I would like to see you try! You can’t hit a tennis ball, I doubt that you could hit me,” taunted Dominique.

  “Stop! Stop!” I shouted.

  Aaron came onto the tennis court with our drinks.

  “Aaron, please, can you have someone pull them apart?”

  “Right away, Madame,” he replied.

  He pulled forth a whistle from his uniform and blew it. Two of the larger bodyguards came running onto the court and pulled the princes apart. I walked in between them as they struggled.

  “Stop guys! Stop!” I insisted. “New contest. How about something less competitive.”

  “Whatever you want, my dear,” said Byron trying to suck up.

  “No competition? What is the point?” said Dominique. “Is it to protect Byron who would surely lose?”

  “You son of a bitch,” said Byron, struggling against the thick arms of the bodyguards.

  “Let’s try something different!” I shouted over the princes. “How about a swimming contest?”

  “Sure, if Byron is sober enough,” said Dominique.

  “Meh,” said Byron, not really feeling the insult was any good.

  The guys got out of their tennis outfits and put on their swim trunks. They looked even hotter. Both were just head to toe muscles. It was like watching two male models battle for my affection. I didn’t want them to compete, but it seemed to be the only way to keep them from fighting.

  Dominique dived into the pool and did several laps. The water ran over his body and it was like watching a professional swim. Then Byron got into the water. He was good, but not as practiced as Dominique. Still, Dominique had ruined the tennis match, so I decided to call it a tie and move on.

  “A tie?!” said Dominique. “What was my time?”

  “I didn’t time it,” I said
. “I just watch and estimated.”

  “That’s not the way to do it,” said Dominique. “I swam on a team in college. You’re supposed to time it.”

  “Well that’s not very fair, is it?” I said. “Wasn’t Byron good at tennis? And you threw your racket, so I think it’s a tie now.”

  “I’ve got a good contest,” said Byron. “A drinking contest!”

  “Ha! That’s where you are wrong, my friend,” said Dominique. “I am far better at drinking than you will ever be.”

  “You did not go to Napa this time,” countered Byron. “My liver is willing and waiting!”

  “Choose your drink. I shall drink more,” insisted Dominique.

  “Kamikazes!”

  “Bah! Let’s drink tequila. A man’s drink!”

  “You guys could drink both,” I suggested. “Let’s do the contest and flip back and forth.”

  I didn’t’ want the boys to get hurt. This way, I figure I could get them drunk and they’d end up passing out. Hey, at least they wouldn’t get into a fist fight again.

  The princes were exited, they both took a shower and got dressed. These people dressed for everything, even childish games of “winning” me. While I waited for them to come back to the bar at the pool, Aaron and some of the other servants show up with carts of goods.

  “What is all this?” I asked.

  “Madame, Crown Prince Byron has purchased several items for the baby. Cribs, diapers, toys, maternity clothes, bottles--- Everything Madame will need for her new baby,” he explained. “Shall I store this for Madame?”

  “Wow, yes,” I said. “Thanks Aaron.”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” he said.

  The manservant waved and another group of servants with carts entered, these also had cribs, toys, diapers, etc. for the baby.

  “And these are from Crown Prince Dominique, Ms. Kelly,” explained Aaron. “Shall I store these with the others?”

  “Oh, my God, this is crazy,” I said. “A quarter of this stuff won’t fit in my apartment! Yes, put it in storage for me. I’ll have to--- I guess I’ll come back for things when I need them. Do you have a lot of storage here?”