Double Daddies: An MFM Romance Box Set

by Chloe Maddox

  “No, we’re not gay,” Dick answered. “If we were then we wouldn’t have a need for a delicious baby like you, now would we?”

  “I guess so, daddy,” I told him. He loved it whenever I called them that. I then shifted the topic and asked, “Wait, so why are we here? Thank you for the tour of your house and all but I don’t see why. I’m going to look for a place pretty soon. I don’t want to stay in that hotel any longer than I have to.”

  Victor turned around and told me, “That’s exactly the point. We’re letting you stay here.”

  “Wait, what?” I got so confused with what was going on. “You’re going to let me live here? B-but you just met like a day ago.”

  “Yeah and we fucked you a lot,” Dick pointed out. “It’s not like there’s anything secret between us. You work for us too and there’s the fact we want to have you around so we can just grab you and fuck you whenever we want.”

  I still didn’t feel convinced. “What about all your staff and housemaids or whatever?”

  Victor shook his head, “We don’t have any. We only had one butler but he died three years ago; he had a heart attack. I guess it was really just his time. He was getting old and sickly. So see, without anyone else here we’re free to be who we are.”

  Both Dick and Victor then hopped out of the van and I quickly followed. We walked up the front steps and I waited patiently as they unlocked the big front doors. When we finally stepped inside I couldn’t help but gasp and marvel at the new home they were proposing I live in.

  The reception room had magnificent marble floors and elegant white furniture as well as the biggest chandelier I had ever seen in my life. There was a small table to one side and cabinets filled with numerous porcelain and glass collectibles. To the back of the room, there were two hallways, one leading to the west wing and the other to the east. There were also three different doors and two flights of stairs leading to a second floor.

  “Wow,” was all I could say. I was truly at a loss for words.

  Victor noticed and with a simple hand gesture waved at everything in sight and said, “This can also be yours. All you have to do is say the word.”

  “Can I get a full tour of the place first?” I asked. “This is a big decision to make.”

  Dick nodded and asked, “Where do you want to start?”

  I honestly had no idea. “I have no idea where to begin. This place looks bigger than all of my previous homes combined.”

  Dick pointed to the three doors in this reception area, “Well, right now we’re in the entrance hall or foyer. The door to the left leads to the kitchen and pantry, the one in the center leads to the guest entertainment room and the one in the right is for the general gallery.”

  “Gallery?” I had no clue what kind of gallery they had.

  “Come, let us show you,” Victor said. They walked me over and opened the door, letting me peek inside.

  As soon as the lights came on I realized the gallery was more like a giant museum in a house than just a simple square room with paintings. Looking in, I saw paintings bigger than the walls in my hotel room, large marble busts, and statues. There were numerous antiques on display behind glass cases such as ancient swords, jars and more.

  “Where did you guys get all of this?” I asked.

  Dick shrugged it like it was nothing, “We just collected this over the years. It just started to pile up.”

  “Richard loves collecting old things and I prefer paintings,” Victor explained further. “We just put our collections together into this one gallery.”

  This was just amazing. “I’ll want to go through all of this stuff later. Let’s go explore the other rooms!”

  “She’s so cute when she’s excited,” Dick said as he gave me a sudden hug.

  For that one moment, I felt so safe and warm when he embraced me. For the first time in a long while, I felt like someone actually cared for me. Sure, they wanted to have sex with me all the time but that just made me feel even more beautiful and hot.

  “Well, where do you want to start? There’s the east wing and the west wing. We can venture into the upper floor later,” Dick suggested.

  “Let’s go from left to right,” I answered. “Show me everything.”

  The men agreed and they closed the gallery door. We headed down the west wing hall. The hall itself was filled with paintings, a few large porcelain jars and other exquisite – and expensive – décor. Down the end of the hall were five doors.

  “Two of these rooms are bedrooms for maids and other service staff members,” Victor explained. “We don’t have maids so these rooms are somewhat wasted. The other two rooms here are storage rooms and a closet for cleaning equipment. The door in the center here leads to a small, separate kitchen and dining area.”

  “Maybe we should get a few maids,” I suggested but when I thought about it more I couldn’t help but giggle. “Then again, they might get envious when they see you two sliding your cocks into my wet, anxious pussy.”

  Just mentioning the word “pussy” got both men giddy. I could see the lust in their eyes, burning with each moment they looked at me.

  Yes… I want you to want me.

  “O-oh,” Victor stuttered. I found it so cute how a simple word could throw them off guard. “Well, we only want your pussy so if they get envious they’ll have to settle for someone else.”

  I giggled and turned back to the doors. I opened one to my left and took a look at the bedrooms. What I found was a room that looked far more elegant than my own hotel room. This was quite shocking – I was expecting something more like a plain bedroom with a double-deck bed but what I found was a soft, queen-sized featherbed with expensive duvets and even a small vanity mirror and table.

  “Damn,” I exclaimed. I wondered what the kitchen and dining room would look like.

  Before I could open the door for the maids’ kitchen, however, they took me by the arm and we made our way to the right wing. The hallway looked almost exactly like the west wing and at the very end, there were also five doors.

  “What’s down here?” I asked.

  Dick opened one of the rooms and revealed it to be one big entertainment room. There were two televisions and both of them were at least seventy-inches big and were those curved, Ultra HD type of televisions. One was hooked to a very expensive-looking home theater system and the other had gaming consoles and a laptop connected to it. There was a large pool table, another for table tennis and there were a lot of reclining gaming chairs and stools. It looked like a really big gaming lounge, something I’d expect in a big house for rich men.

  Victor then opened the other rooms and revealed two of them to be big guest rooms with a queen-sized waterbed and another room to be a private studio filled with large studio lights, cameras and more. That last room looked like the type of room they’d use to film their private porn videos with girls like Alena.

  I wondered when I would be doing something like that with them. It was only a matter of time.

  “Where does the fifth door lead to?” I asked. “What about upstairs?”

  Dick smiled, “Outside that door is our basketball court and swimming pool. Upstairs you’ll just find the main bedrooms, a library, and a few office rooms. You’ll have an office all to yourself. As for your bedroom, we’re going to give you the room between mine and Victor’s. Of course, expect that you won’t actually be sleeping in there.”

  I looked at him and with a big smile, I said, “You guys do know you’re spoiling the shit out of me, right? I mean, what if I were some cheap cheat who’d leave you the moment I got what I wanted?”

  “We had girls like that,” Dick answered. “Alena wasn’t our first girlfriend. We… had a wife, before. I was the one legally married to her and Victor was kind of like her spiritual second husband. We had a lot of good days but then she just up and left, taking a big portion of our savings back then.”

  My jaw dropped and I looked at them with surp
rise. “Wait, are you serious?” I took a step back.

  Victor nodded and looked at me with sad eyes and an even sadder expression curving on his lips. “We loved her. We truly did. She divorced us and ran off with some prince from Turkey. We’ve tried to fill the void but even a girl like Alena disappointed us. She left us too.”

  “I’d understand it if she left us for love or lust or if we were too rough on her,” Dick lamented. “But we loved her. We loved them all. In the end, they left us just for money. We already gave everything and they still found someone who could give them more. So if you do the same… I guess it would just be fate.”

  I shook my head and refused to be that kind of girl. “No.”

  “What do you mean?” Victor asked.

  I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes. I was making a life-changing decision and if I were to speak now I knew I had to stick to my word.

  With a deep breath, I then looked at them and said, “I won’t be like them. You saved me when I was depressed from a bad relationship. You gave me a job I could never aspire to have and you made me feel loved and desired. I’ve never had sex the way I’ve had it with you guys. I’ve decided… I’ll stay here with you.”

  There was no turning back. They knew it and I knew it too. To be completely honest, however, locking myself in with them was the closest I’ve ever had to being really free.

  Chapter Eight

  For the following weeks, I slowly got more used to my life with Richard and Victor as well as with my new job. I thought I’d get more exhausted, knowing the two men would want to have sex with me every night they can, but we hardly ever spent time together in the house. In three weeks we’ve only ever had sex together just twice.

  I blamed our schedules the most. Richard had to leave for a big business summit in Canada and Victor was usually away on small trips with stock investors and the like. They were only really in town for a day or two each week.

  The good thing was that whenever they were around they gave all of their attention to me. Matt never did that and neither did any of my past boyfriends. Most of the time I felt like I was the one sacrificing everything just to get their attention – maybe that was why I grew up so willingly to spread my legs for any guy who would fuck me. At least then I’d get some attention. With Dick and Victor, I didn’t have to struggle. They were always excited to see me.

  With them usually gone I had more time to focus on my job. I got to work a lot with Mr. Johnston. I later found out his first name was Raymond but I got a little too used to calling him Johnston so I stuck with it. He just tended to call me Ms. Ohlsson anyway and the only time he ever referred to me by my first name was because we were joking around and I asked to see if he could recall what my full name was.

  It was during one of these lazy days at work, stuck in the office with Johnston and our other collaborator, a fashion designer from France named Sabine when a bright idea suddenly popped into my head.

  “Hey,” I told them excitedly while we were seated at the desks eating cupped noodles. “I got an idea on how to reveal these new designs.”

  “Huh?” Sabine muttered in confusion. “We’re not going to do a fashion show?”

  A fashion show with ramp models was the traditional way to go. I figured they expected us to do the same thing. I didn’t want to do something like that. “I got a better idea. I thought of a way that would showcase these clothes as something any woman would wear, whether they’re rich or poor and no matter their racial background.”

  Johnston seemed to catch on and pressed for more details, “What do you have in mind?”

  “Let’s avoid the ramp modeling fashion show,” I explained first. “Only the well-to-do ever get to go to those shows anyway. However, these clothes we’re designing, these summer clothes, they’re meant for the everyday person so let’s focus our marketing strategy on our target demographic.”

  I felt especially smart for using words like “demographic” in a sentence like that. It helped hide the fact that I never got to finish college. It also reminded me that Dick and Victor didn’t just hire me for being their office pussy and household slut but also because I did contribute something for the company.

  “How do you want to do that? I mean, we could always just do commercials and hire women who aren’t necessarily models,” Johnston suggested.

  “You got some of the idea right,” I told him. “I was thinking of launching a viral marketing campaign, something we can do on social media and through the company website. We can have women from all over the country submit videos where they explain why they are the best representations of the ‘everyday woman.’ We then pick a dozen of those women and send them some of the clothes and have them make another video but this time wearing our products. We can then use those videos to market the new line.”

  “That’s a lot of work,” Sabine pointed out. “However, if it pulls off then our consumers will practically be marketing the new line of clothes for us. I like it, it’s smart and also connects with the consumer base.”

  Johnston nodded in agreement, “It will also prove that we don’t just make clothes for the high and mighty. With those videos, we’ll prove our company makes clothes for mothers, for teenagers, for the rich, for the poor and everyone in between.”

  “I’m pretty sure the bosses will like it too,” Sabine added. “Especially since the idea comes from you, Ms. Ohlsson.”

  I blushed and placed my cup of noodles to the corner of the table. I then reached for sheets of paper and began writing a draft proposal for my idea. I didn’t know all the technical know-how to get this done but I was sure if I gave it to Dick and Victor they’d help me see it through.

  ***

  “Are you sure about this?” Victor asked me the next day when he finally got back from a trip.

  We were in the penthouse office, once again in the living room. I was seated on one of the sofas and he was across me with the proposal in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

  “Y-yes daddy,” I told him. “I know we’ve never done something like this but I’m sure we can make it work.”

  Victor looked at me with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he was deep in thought. “You do know we’ve had royalty from the UK wear some of our products, right?”

  I nodded. That was part of my earliest research. I knew simply knowing it wouldn’t be convincing however so I decided to play with my next words while also squirming in my seat so I could tease him, showing off more of my legs as my skirt moved a little up.

  “Yes daddy, I know,” I answered in a softer, sultry voice. “We can use that to our advantage and say that with our clothes any woman can feel like royalty.”

  Victor’s eyes drew down to my legs and I knew I had him. It was just a matter of time before he would be thinking with his cock than with his head.

  “Come on, daddy,” I teased him more by slowly unbuttoning my office shirt. I got down on my knees and slowly crawled over to him, opening my mouth ever so softly and looking up at him with big, puppy eyes. “It’s basically writing its own slogan. ‘Any woman can feel like royalty’ will catch on, I promise you. Ooh, I promise daddy.”

  “Do you feel like royalty?” he asked me as he reached down and patted my head softly. I purred like a naughty kitten in heat.

  “I don’t have a tiara daddy,” I reminded him. “Every princess needs a cute tiara.”

  Victor smiled and he gave my cheeks a soft, almost sweet in a way, slap to the face before he got up and opened one of the cabinets by the sofa. It took him a few moments to sort through the content and I stayed down on all fours like an obedient little girl.

  When he returned he had several items in hand. I could clearly see he had a tiara in hand and a necklace but he also had a black outfit too. It was the outfit that he gave to me first.

  “Put this on,” he commanded.

  I took the clothes and laid it out for me to get a full view of what he wanted me to wear.
A big smile crept on my face when I realized what it was. The outfit was a black piece of lingerie – mostly a tight corset with a few frills here and there and a few lacy patches. My ass would be well exposed and it wouldn’t take more than a few tugs to expose my pussy as well. Complementing the black design were a few red lines and the piece reminded me of some really kinky Victoria’s Secret items I once bought but never got to wear.

  “I love it, daddy,” I exclaimed. It literally took my breath away.

  The look on his face was both pride and lust blending together. He had this really big smile and I knew I did my daddy proud. I just hoped Dick would love me in this outfit just as much as Victor did. I never wanted either of them to feel left out. I loved them both and I never wanted an imbalance between us.

  “Put it on then,” he told me. He sat back down on the sofa. “When you’re ready, I’ll put on your tiara for you.”

  I got up and without hesitation, I took off my office clothes. I stripped, right then and there, until I was completely naked in front of him. Even with all his clothes on, I could see he was getting aroused; his erection was clearly visible even with his pants on. That just made me more anxious to please him.

  “How in the world did you get so fucking hot?” he asked me as I began to put on the lingerie piece. “Were you a cheerleader or something?”

  I shook my head and had to take a deep breath because of how freaking tight this piece was around the waist. “No, not really. I was never really into sports or anything but I did love to swim. I guess swimming counts as a sport. I also liked to dance but never for competitions or anything. Just the usual kinky strip dances for my ex-boyfriends.”

  That got Victor laughing. He even gave me a soft, slow applaud as he watched me change into the lingerie. When I was done he pointed down on the floor and I quickly did as he instructed; I got down on all fours and did my best attempt at seductively crawling towards him.