Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  With that, I push her into the wall a bit more and shove my other hand down her pants and into her underwear. Once there, I snake my fingers past her lips, and rub and stroke her clit. My movements are harder and faster than my tongue was last night.

  But that’s when I had to be her “good boy.” She said she wanted me wild, so she’s getting a thorough, rough fingering right off the bat.

  I rub her head. The sides, her lips, doing it in such a way that she has to hear how noisy her soaked pussy is in the quiet room. I jiggle my finger against her clit. She gasps. Moans. Growls at me.

  In response to this, I give the head of her clit some attention by moving her hood back and forth. Lightly. Gently, before going back to stroking its hot, fat body.

  As I reach the base of her dagger, I ease my fingers into her pussy. Straight into her slobbering, goopy hole. One that’s left her inner thighs wet and slick.

  Bianca laughs happily, widening her stance and opening herself up more for me. She even grinds against my hand, almost daring me to lose myself in my pants.

  “I know what I want now, Jordan,” she says hotly. She sucks in a sharp breath as I take my fingers out of her pussy and rub and flick her clit patiently.

  “Oh yeah?” I murmur, fidgeting with the front of my pants so my cock can breathe. “And what does my lady want?”

  “I want your cock up my ass,” she says. It’s without hesitation. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment. “Now.”

  Her command hits me deliciously in my shaft and balls. How I don’t lose myself right then and there — ejaculate all over my boxers and jeans — is by sheer force of will. Of me deliberately putting my attention on preparing her for just what she’s asked for. Anal.

  I immediately move the hand that’s been in her pussy to the waist of her panties and slacks, pulling both down unceremoniously. In seconds, her pussy and ass are both exposed. Perfect in their small and shapely form, they beg me to be pleasured. Fucked. Particularly her ass, which is still partially obscured by the end of her blouse.

  “Have you ever had it in your ass before, Bianca?” I ask this, enjoying the tremble I see go through her butt cheeks. The quiver.

  “No,” she says bravely. “But I’ve always wanted it. I’ve always wanted to try with the right person, wild boy.”

  I place the fingers I had in her pussy inside my mouth. I moan like I’m sucking a tasty lollipop. And I am. She tastes sweet. Like chocolate wine, or coffee and sweet bourbon.

  Getting her ready for my dick, I do a test penetration into her ass with one finger. She flinches but shows no true nervousness. Just awareness of me in her. I introduce another finger. This is more to lube her up rather than stretch her.

  I ease my fingers from her clutching hole and spit in my palm. I rub the saliva around on the fingers I intend to widen her with. It drips seductively off those fingers as I put them once again into her ass.

  This time, as I put my fingers in, she’s not as tight. Not as resistant to my presence. I push deeper, feeling her tense up. She moans softly but doesn’t complain. A nice change from other girls I’ve done this with.

  They usually freak out by now, despite sounding so brave initially. They usually say things like they’re not going to make it, or they’re going to rip or something.

  But not Bianca. She welcomes my fingers. She wants my fingers. Craves my fingers.

  “Well, my lady, as you probably already feel, it’s not like having your pussy filled. It’s tighter. Naughtier. Dirtier.” I accentuate this last word with a slow, steady movement back and forth. “But I’ll be happy to show you the joys of it.” While I speak, I move more deliberately. More of what my actual rhythm will be when I introduce my dick. But unfortunately, my cock will have to wait a while longer. As it is, it's already threatening to blow. More liquid oozes from the tip, but I don’t let my needs distract me from pleasuring Bianca.

  After just a little exercise, her hole is eagerly clinging to me. Kissing me as I move.

  And Bianca is already in love with what I’m doing. She’s panting heavily. Her body temperature has spiked, making her scent even more delicious. Musky. Sweet.

  “Get ready for me,” I say, drawing my fingers out swiftly, and admiring the twitch of her asshole. The shudder it gives is as if already missing me. “If I’m going too fast for you — if I’m making you take too much right off the bat — please tell me, my lady.” I kiss her neck, finally reaching down to unzip and free my beast from his cage. The moment my cock no longer has a zipper or cloth containing him, it flies free. Bounds forth, savoring the sight of her. “You may be letting me run wild, but I still have to treat you right.” As I say these words, I fish around in my back pocket. Now I know what Bianca put there as we left the hotel room for breakfast this morning.

  I tear the condom wrapper open and roll the rubber on, adding, “if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be your good boy.”

  “And you’re such a good obedient boy,” she says sounding shaky.

  I spread Bianca’s ass cheeks wide, enjoying the big, open-mouthed pucker her hole gives. Already wet and shiny with anticipation. Glistening with my spit.

  I spit on my hand again, this time getting as much saliva as I can. A good portion of it goes on to the tip and body of my condom while what’s left goes to further lube and tease the hole I’m about to enter.

  “I’m gonna put my dick in you now,” I say. “Are you ready for me?”

  Bianca nods, and blows out a loud breath. She must be feeling the same way I did last night just before she flogged me for the first time. A little nervous, mostly excited. But definitely in a zone.

  With permission, I rear back some. Align myself straight with her opening and then ease toward the happy little pink ring that’s shivering in the air. Under my fingers. As my head meets her tight ring and breaks through, dizziness engulfs me. I’m lightheaded and euphoric at her body's welcome.

  Bianca moans. The sound is high, almost girly for her. And thank God it is because I’ve just made a similar sound. One I’m not sure I want her knowing I’m capable of making.

  I push forward a little more, surprised and excited by how easy her ass takes me. How her defenses melt like butter.

  It isn’t long before I’m balls deep. Gently, I give a test wiggle and Bianca responds with my name. It drifts past her lips like the warm coffee she just drank.

  Encouraged by this, I begin to pump. Slowly, for sure. But not as slowly as I’ve done on other girls. I give it to Bianca faster since she demanded this. And she takes it so, so well. She takes each thrust like she hasn’t just gifted me with her second virgin hole.

  She stays patiently bent over, pressed into the wall letting me set the pace.

  Soon, we’re both into it. Sliding along on a cloud of pleasure. Textured tropical paradise all around. I move in and out of her faster. Even more deliberately than before, actually taking her by the shoulders and holding her in place so she doesn’t move. Locked into me, I get to enjoy the sound of her slapping skin softly against my jeans.

  It’s a thudding sound, not unlike the flog. It probably even feels like that to her too, due to a combination of the denim and the zipper colliding with her.

  Bianca makes more noise now. It’s a low and measured grunt with a moan every once in a while. Like she’s trying to show me she’s still a strong, dominant woman, despite being bent over and getting fucked in the ass by her boy.

  I reward this behavior with faster, harder thrusts, and then I press my clean hand down her front. The moment I put my fingers on her clit and rub, she makes a howling noise. A cry, though she bites down on it before it becomes too loud or obnoxious. I stroke faster and harder, matching the pace of my cock.

  Her clit, which was already fat and happy when I touched it last, is now puffed up to the max. It’s almost as big and long as my thumb, and it takes all of that thumb to encase her. Jack her off properly. Which is exactly what I do. I treat her clit li
ke a dick, immediately feeling some liquid squirt on to me. Not a lot, but the equivalent of my precum.

  The moment that thought crosses my mind, my own balls contract. Suck into themselves and start sending their juices up my shaft. I sigh heavily, realizing yet again, I’m on the precipice of coming and she hasn’t yet given me permission.

  Underneath my thumb, Bianca’s clit spasms. Jerk, like my cock has begun to.

  “Jordan, are you close?” She squeaks this at me as if her vocal cords are in shreds.

  “Yes,” I gasp, feeling my penis going super stiff. Hot. Ready to blow. “Yes, my lady,” I grunt. “But I’m holding it for you.” Gritting my teeth, I hold back the semen rushing headlong to the tip.

  “Go.” That’s all Bianca says. In the next second, as my thumb presses down on her and gives her one more flick, her clit, and surrounding pussy muscles release. As they do, a small, clear bit of liquid drops on to my other hand.

  And that’s all it takes. Feeling the wetness on my hand, the trembling in Bianca’s ass and beyond, I come.

  I shoot everything I have into her. Into the rubber I’m wearing, feeling dizzy as I’m pumped dry. It's as if Bianca’s milking me, draining me. My cock continues to force cum out even when I have nothing more to give.

  I cough out a groan, wondering when my cock will stop throbbing. Stop pulsating in her depths. And that’s when I decide to yank it out of her, and finish it off, whatever it’s got going on.

  As I pull out, though, I find there’s no reason for me to give it any more personal attention. My cock amazingly shoots its load a second time right into the condom. I watch amazed, as the little bubble at the end of it flows with more, hot, pale fluid.

  “Shit,” I gasp, doubling over some. That’s never happened before, I think, waiting for this newest wave of pleasure to move through me. When it finally passes, and I’m able to catch my breath, I press myself into Bianca. Pull her pants and underwear up. Re-clasp her bra, but it’s not as smooth of a movement as before. I fumble because of the weakness in all my muscles.

  “That was so good, Jordan,” Bianca murmurs, more than drunk on my dick. “You’re such a good boy.”

  I kiss the back of her neck, turning her to face me. “You were good too,” I whisper, kissing her. “You took it well.” I reach down and remove the condom and fold it into the same hand I used in her asshole. I lean in and give her another kiss, tucking my penis back into my jeans and boxers as I do. “Like a true mistress,” I add, zipping up.

  “Well, I am your domme,” Bianca answers, giving me a confident swish of her hair. She takes a moment to straighten out her blouse before taking me by the hand. “And it sounds like we finished our meal just in time.”

  I hear what she means. The sound of shuffling outside. Something or someone moving toward the room.

  As we go to move out the door (I’m behind Bianca this time), a gentleman is standing right there. He looks like a host or a head waiter for some event. Probably for the event scheduled in the room.

  I wave at him as we pass. “Nice utensils in there,” I say, covertly dumping my condom in the trash container he’s wheeling behind him. “Looks ready for a party.”

  Bianca giggles when I say this, looking somewhere between embarrassed and mischievous as the guy follows us suspiciously with his eyes. He keeps them on us until we round the corner.

  From there, Bianca and I hurry back to her room and more of each other.

  Chapter 17 – Bianca

  Once we're back in my room, we decide to shower together. Jordan, being the perfect gentleman, offers to shower separately since we have plenty of time before we have to meet up with his friends. But I tell him I want him with me. He obeys. Giving me exactly what I want.

  While in the shower, he massages my back and shoulders. My neck, arms, and legs. He also takes it upon himself to wash my body and hair.

  I enjoy every moment of him touching and caressing me. Even if it’s nothing more than cleaning my body. Not once does he attempt to finger my sex-sore pussy or ass. He simply takes his time cleaning every inch of my skin, taking care with the more sensitive parts of my anatomy.

  It shows how much he wants to serve me. To care for me. To worship me like the goddess I am.

  Only after I’m taken care of does he move on to himself. The water is cool now because he left the hot water and steam for me. Such a good, sweet, and thoughtful boy.

  After the shower, it’s more cuddles. More lazing around on my bed.

  We watch TV since a lot of stations still have Valentine’s-Day-themed shows on. We watch a particularly sappy love story but not in any great detail. It’s mostly an excuse to have some background noise while we make out and explore each other.

  We kiss a lot, and as we do Jordan asks if I have more plans for him after lunch. And by plans, I know he means domination and control. Using my implements on him.

  “You’ve been such a good boy.” I nibble his ear, biting ever so gently. “And you did treat me well during both of my first times, so I think you might deserve a treat or two.”

  Jordan hugs me. “Whatever you think I’d enjoy next, Mistress,” he says, “I’m game for.”

  I cuddle into him, wishing I didn’t have to plan our final moments together. My send off to him, my best boy ever.

  ***

  One o’clock rolls around sooner than I think it will, but I’m not upset. Sure, I don’t like having to get up from bed. From the way we’re still cuddled up and go to lunch, but the thought of what I have planned after lunch — something that involves cuffs, a cock ring and a set of bullet eggs — makes it better. Sweeter.

  From my room, Jordan and I walk hand-in-hand. I’m perfectly happy to let him take the lead here mainly because I don’t know where the café is. The resort must have added it sometime during the year. All I remember is that it’s on some second floor or other.

  By the time we get up to the café, which is on the second floor of the lodge, the tables are packed. But again, it seems Mariah and company have secured a place for us. She’s the first one to jump out of her seat to get our attention.

  “Jordan! Bianca!” She whistles, allowing me to see her clearly through the throng of heads, plates, and food. “Over here.”

  With that, I let Jordan lead me through to our seating area.

  As we near it, Alex comes around the table and claps Jordan on the back. “Hey, man! Whatever you left us early for, it better have been good!”

  Jordan blanches, flinching visibly. I suck in my breath, realizing everyone’s noticed his reaction. Particularly Paul, the older brother, who eyes me mischievously.

  Alex freaks out. “Oh, shit! Sorry, dude! What happened, man?”

  Paul steps forward, his energy trying for playful, but failing. It’s more on the edge of being antagonistic. Probably from me insulting him over coffee this morning.

  “Yeah, what happened, Jordan?” He pauses, looking at me and gives a wolfish grin. “Did she actually whip you, or something?” When neither myself nor Jordan answers immediately, he adds, “Oh my fucking God. She did!” He turns to everyone else, his face filled with glee. “he really did it. He really let her whip him.”

  Murmurs of, “Really? Jordan, did you really do that?” and various combinations of this come out of Mariah, Jane and Alex’s mouths.

  Before I can jump in and answer — bring down everyone’s excitement — another voice enters the space. One I’m cursing my bad luck for hearing again: Greaser Boy.

  Out of all the fucking places he could fucking show up, he fucking shows up here. Now.

  “Well, speak up Boy Toy,” he says, directly to Jordan and loud enough for everyone in the café to hear. “Answer their question. You let yourself get whipped, didn’t you, pussy?”

  “Come on, Boy Toy. Not so brave now are you, boy.” He snorts out a disgusted laugh. “Speak up. Or are you going to let your old lady defend you too?”

  The words 'old lady' lance my stomach. Almost punches the
air out of my lungs, but it’s what I see from Jordan that hurts the most.

  I’m expecting him to step forward. To be loud and proud. Brave in front of the guy, like he was when we first met. I’m looking for him to proclaim that nothing is wrong with how he is with me — how our power positions work — but he does none of that. He looks down and away. Embarrassed.

  And that’s when my heart shatters to pieces. He’s ashamed of what he did with me. I let go of his hand, panicking. He’s just like all the others. He really doesn’t like being dominated by an older woman. That explains why he had no issues taking control in the banquet room. He’s a liar. A fake. A phony.

  I bet he and his friends will have a good laugh at my expense. The delusional 'old woman'.

  With that crushing thought, I take off running.

  Even as he shouts after me, I don’t stop.

  Chapter 18 – Jordan

  Before I realize what’s happening, a piece of my heart is running away from me. With tears and anger in her eyes.

  What the fuck have I done?

  “Bianca! Bianca, wait!” I feel like I might go into cardiac arrest if she gets too far away from me. But she’s moving too fast. And Creeper Dude uses this moment to throw shit at me.

  “You really aren’t a man, are you, Boy Toy?” he says. “I bet if I took down your pants, you wouldn’t have a dick.”

  Without even turning around to face him, I see red. My entire body shakes, and my pulse thunders in my skull.

  “I bet you just have a fuzzy little mound. One that would probably like a good fucking from a real man, like me.”

  At those words, I fly around to face him. I launch myself at his shit-talking mouth and go in for the jugular before my brain has even time to process anything. How hard I’ve slammed into him, or how many people have had to get out of the way.