DOUBLE PRINCES: A Twin Step Royal Romance (With BONUS Book His Tight Little Brat)

by Cassandra Dee

  When our breathing had stabilized, Conrad pulled out and stared at us.

  “Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so hot,” he groaned. I guess he meant the sight of two open, used pussies, his semen dripping out of both holes. Giggling, my mom reached a hand up and began caressing my snatch, massaging the sperm into the folds of my tight twat as it dripped. She even took some of the white from her own pussy and massaged it into my cunny.

  “Conrad,” she said. “The great thing about Maddy is that she’s fertile,” she said. “Weren’t you saying you wanted a baby? I think I want another one too – Maddy’s child.”

  I flushed, my nipples and cunny tingling. My mom and Conrad wanted me to get pregnant with his baby? I’d never thought of it … but it sounded enticing.

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  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Maddy

  I sat at the bar, swinging my leg casually, my purple high heel dangling provocatively. I was at the Oak Room, a bar at Le Fleur Elyse, the hotel my stepdad owned. It was a fancy place – dim lighting with crystal chandeliers and imposing landscapes on the walls. I blended right in with the professional crowd, my blonde hair golden and shining, dressed in a tight, but not too revealing, lavender cocktail dress.

  I was waiting for a guy named Brent, whom I’d never met. And no, this wasn’t a blind date. I was doing my first assignment as a professional escort, the kind of paid companionship advertised in the back pages of seedy magazines.

  But my motive wasn’t so seedy, in fact it was all in the family. In the last few weeks, I’d discovered that my mom had been a professional escort for years, and that my stepdad knew about it. As polyamorists, they believed in multiple partners and free love, and encouraged each other to take lovers, so long as everyone was discreet.

  The hiccup had really been me. On prom night a couple weeks back, I caught my date cheating on me, and devastated, it’d been my stepdad who had comforted me. Conrad was so charismatic and handsome, his hands soothing yet exciting at once.

  Things had heated up pretty quickly. Soon Conrad and I were fucking regularly at the hotel, but it wasn’t enough. We began seeing each other at home too, right under my mom’s nose.

  That’s when I found out about my parents. Conrad asked my mom for a divorce so that I could move into his bedroom, but instead of being shocked, my mom had presented a novel compromise – why not take us both?

  I still remember the shock. My jaw had dropped, my eyes goggling as I looked at my mom with new respect. I would never have guessed that someone who was a dowdy secretary would even know what a threesome was, much less suggest a dirty menage. But I realized there were details that I’d always missed. She was forty, but still beautiful, with the same platinum hair and curvaceous figure as me. Plus, I noticed her flirting with Conrad for the first time – and he was sucking it up.

  My mind whirred at the u-turn my life had taken. After a taboo fuck with my mom and stepdad, Kathy urged me to join her in the family business. Conrad approved too. He loved the knowledge that his girls were so dirty that they fucked other men for money.

  “But Daddy, why do you want me to do it?” I asked, tears in my eyes. “You’re so rich already, we don’t need the cash,” I wailed.

  “Hush baby, it’s not just about getting paid,” said my mom. “It’s about independence and having the freedom to choose. At first, when I started out as an escort, I admit, I was in a financial bind. But now it’s gone way beyond that. We have more than enough, but I still do it anyways because I love feeling desirable, and I choose what I do with my body.”

  Conrad had nodded. “Your mom’s been in the business for years, and she’s still going strong,” he rumbled. “And there’s nothing wrong with her. She always screens her clients, has never been the victim of a crime, and is psychologically healthy.”

  “We’ll start you off easy, baby,” reassured my mom. “There’s a client that I’ve been seeing for years who could use some fresh twat,” she said with a knowing look at my stepdad. “Why don’t I set up a date for you? If you like him, you can do the deed, but if you don’t, it’s no problem and you can just say good night.”

  “What if he doesn’t let me go?” I asked, trembling. “What if he forces me to his house and ravishes me?”

  My mom smiled. “A good ravish can be just what a girl needs sometimes,” she said with a secret smile. “But no, honey, he won’t. This is someone your stepdad and I have known for years, so he wouldn’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  And so that’s how I found myself at the hotel bar, waiting for my client. It wasn’t a date, I wasn’t kidding myself. The guy had paid for the girlfriend experience, sure, but these weren’t guys looking to fall in love – they were guys who wanted to feel a connection, however fake, and then fuck a hot girl with no strings attached.

  I looked around, craning my head. Was he here yet? My mom had said to sit in the third seat to the right at the bar, and my tight little ass had been perched here for ten minutes. A couple guys had offered to buy me a drink, but I’d waved them away.

  Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a guy I knew. It was Mr. Parker, my stepdad’s partner in the hotel business. He was massively rich, having invested in a ton of real estate, and was a co-owner of Le Fleur Elyse. Oh shit, what was I going to do? I could hardly pretend not to know him.

  He sauntered over, every eye in the room on his tall, masculine figure. He was about the same age as my dad, maybe fifty or so, but in really good shape. His suit hung off of an imposing frame, his broad shoulders wide, the material sheathing his long legs.

  “Hey Maddy, you look beautiful tonight,” he said, coming to stand next to me at the bar.

  Oh shit, oh shit. I needed to get rid of him asap. “Hey Mr. Parker, it’s good to see you, what a coincidence!” I babbled.

  He raised an eyebrow. “I own the hotel honey, I come here all the time,” he said with a sly smile. “Tell me, how are your mom and dad doing?” he asked casually.

  “Oh they’re fine,” I said. “Yeah … um, they’re in Hawaii right now, so I’m out ….” My voice trailed off.

  “No homework to do?” he asked, with a raise of his eyebrow. God, he was good-looking.

  “Oh um,” I stalled. I didn’t know to say because I’d dropped out of high school once I’d started fucking my stepdad. “I already finished it,” I lied.

  “Yeah, Kristina barely has any homework most nights as well,” he said smoothly. “I need to talk to the school district about being harder on you guys.” Kristina was his daughter who was about my age. I’d met her a few times, but she’d always been a bitch to me.

  “Well, tell Kristina I say hello!” I said brightly, hoping that he would go away. He didn’t take the hint at all. Instead, he maneuvered his tall frame onto the bar stool next to me and ordered a whisky. Shit. With Mr. Parker here, my date probably wouldn’t even approach.

  “Mr. Parker,” I rushed. “It’s great seeing you, but I have to go,” I said. “I just remembered that I have some unfinished homework due tomorrow, please say hi to your family for me.” I didn’t know what I was going to do next. Maybe call my mom and ask her to tell the client to meet me elsewhere? My first time as an escort was a complete failure.

  Before I could get up though, Mr. Parker reached out and covered my hand with his. It looked incongruous. My hand was so small, delicate and pale, and it was completely swallowed up by his tanned fist. His fingers looked sensuous though, and I wondered what they would feel like trailing over my body.

  “Maddy,” he said with a smile. “Don’t go so quickly. I’m your date tonight.”

  “What? You- you’re my date?” I sputtered.

  He smiled easily. “Yes, your mom said she had a new girl for me,” he rumbled. “I’ve been seeing her for years, but she said the new girl was beautiful, luscious, and looked just like her except younger,” he continued. “I see she was right,” he said softly.

  I flushed, my breasts feeling h
ot as my cunny tingled. Mr. Parker had been my mom’s client for years, with the full knowledge of my stepdad? Shit, life was fucked up. And now my mom wanted me to sleep with him, giving him the whole girlfriend experience to boot.

  “Why don’t we have a glass of wine, and you can tell me what you want to do next?” he said with a smile. “Just two friends, enjoying each other’s company.”

  I remained immobile on the bar stool, my body frozen. One the one hand, the story of my life was so fucking twisted, and seemed to be getting more so. But on the other, Mr. Parker was Hot with a capital H. He was mesmerizing, waves of confidence emanating from the big man, and the crowd could feel it, from the other customers at the bar to the subservient wait staff who did his every bidding. I have to admit, I was attracted to his charm, and wondered what it would be like to fuck my stepdad’s best friend.

  “Okay,” I purred, sitting down again, leaning forward slightly so that he could see into the shadow between my breasts. “Let’s have a drink.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Maddy

  Mr. Parker, I mean Brent, kicked open the door to the hotel suite and we stumbled inside, our hands frantic at each other’s clothes.

  “Oh fuck,” he murmured into my ear as his hands ran over my body, “You’re so fresh, so beautiful, I need to be in you,” he growled. He tore at my clothes, the lavender dressed pulled up around my waist and my bra tossed carelessly onto the floor.

  I was just as hungry. Mr. Parker would be the second man I’d ever fucked, the first being my stepdad Conrad. I kissed Brent hungrily, tracing his lips with my tongue as he squeezed my tits, luxuriating in their fullness.

  “Feel that baby?” he whispered, grinding his hips against me. “Feel that big cock? It’s all for you.”

  I squirmed against him, mewling my lust into his mouth. It only turned him on more, his dick a shaft of fire that pushed against me, branding my thigh in its urgency.

  Suddenly I heard a low chuckle from the corner of the room. Terrified, I jumped back, realizing we weren’t alone. A man sat in the shadows, applauding.

  “Brent, Maddy, I see you guys had a good first date.”

  Holy shit, it was my stepdad Conrad! What was he doing here? He rose, his long, lean form unfolding from the sofa and strode over to us, reaching out and giving my bare nipple a tweak.

  “Honey, you must have been a charmer during your date with Brent,” he growled. “I’ve never seen him so desperate before.”

  Mr. Parker laughed as well, tugging on my other nipple.

  “Yeah, she was good … you’ve got a live one on your hands Conrad,” he said.

  The fact was that providing Mr. Parker with the girlfriend experience had been easier than I’d imagined. I thought it was going to be tough making conversation with a fifty year-old businessman. I mean, he was so much more sophisticated than me, and had so much life experience. I was barely eighteen, and a high school drop-out to boot. What would we have in common?

  But Brent had seemed entranced by my conversation. Okay, more than a few times his eyes dropped to my cleavage or my pert little ass as I talked, but he didn’t rush me or anything. He listened attentively as I told him about the challenges of being eighteen, how my body had completely changed in the past year, my breasts swelling and my hips full.

  “And I could barely get through the turnstile!” I sighed, wiggling my ass to emphasize my luscious new figure.

  “Baby, I’m sure they’ll design a new turnstile just for you,” he said, sliding his hand up and down my waist. “Besides, this new body is so beautiful,” he continued. “Ready to go upstairs?”

  I’d bitten my lip hesitantly, but it was all a ruse. I absolutely wanted to fuck this powerful alpha male, to feel his cock pushed all the way in me as I came on his fuckpole.

  “Sure Mr. Parker,” I’d murmured, sliding sensuously off the bar stool.

  And here I was now, halfway undressed with two men tugging at my breasts. My stepdad was dark and dangerous, with raven hair and green eyes. Brent, on the other hand, had sandy hair and blue eyes, but exuded just as much power and confidence.

  “Are you ready baby?” asked my stepdad. “Are you ready to take both of us?”

  “Both of you?” I gasped. “I thought the girlfriend experience was just that – one boy and one girl.”

  Conrad chuckled. “Honey we said we’d start you off slow on the dating part, but not the sex. Your mom and I figured that you’d be best off if you jumped right into a menage, this time with two men instead of two women,” he added.

  “Besides, Brent here is a good fuck, you’ll like it,” he soothed. “Just give it a try.”

  “What … what should I do?” I asked timidly.

  “Honey, why don’t you take off your clothes for us?” said Brent. “All that talk about your developing figure has made me horny to see it.”

  Both he and my dad sat on the couch, and gestured for me to start undressing. I was shy at first. I slowly pulled down the zipper to my lavender dress, unbunching it and then slowly pulling it off. I stood up again, my hands covering my breasts, and the men chuckled.

  “I’ve seen everything already, baby,” said my stepdad. “Show Brent as well.”

  Slowly, I uncapped my breasts, revealing the creamy white mounds. They were huge Double D’s, totally overwhelming my slim frame, and the nipples were already hard, soft brown and jutting forward.

  “God it looks like those teats could poke through metal,” groaned Brent, his hand moving up and down his pole. I noticed that both men had gotten their cocks out and were stroking rhythmically, a little pre-cum beading at the tops.

  Gaining confidence, I swayed my hips a bit. I’d worn special panties for the date. They looked like regular panties from the front, but there was a cut-out right where my pussy hole was. Slowly, I turned around so that I had my back to them and gazed coyly over my shoulder. Running my hands down my legs, I bent over so that my crotch was exposed, revealing my steamy cunny through the gape in the fabric.

  “Oh shit,” gasped my stepdad. “She’s bare already.”

  “God, I need to get my lips on that twat,” agreed Brent.

  I wasn’t done dancing yet though. I trailed my fingers up my legs until they were at my vee, and slowly ran a finger through my wet cunny. The folds were juicy and engorged, slipping sensuously around my hand, and I spread my lips apart, showing the men my hot pink channel. I heard muffled groans of pain, and smiled. I loved being a vixen.

  Slowly, I stroked my finger through my vagina, first touching that little opening where their cocks would go and then fingering my nub a bit, circling around my clit teasingly before settling into a stroking motion.

  Now it was my turn to cry out. “Ohhhh fuck,” I moaned, the sensations in my pussy causing my nipples to tingle, a shiver running up my spine as my knees weakened.

  “Come here, baby,” said Conrad. “It’s time to fuck.”

  I sashayed over to the couch and settled myself in my stepdad’s lap. He immediately began suckling one of my nipples, rolling the nub around his mouth while stroking my pussy, letting his fingers sample the wetness. Brent shifted closer as well, and fastened his mouth around my other teat, pulling deeply, trying to cram as much breast flesh in as possible. He too, began stroking my pussy, focusing on my clit while Daddy thrust a finger slowly into my vagina.

  It felt so good to have two men nursing from me while they played with my cunt. My privates were gushing now, coating their hands in woman juice, and I was squirming uncontrollably in my dad’s lap, finger fucked and ready to blow.

  “Shh, slow down little girl, we’re just getting started,” he murmured. Conrad ripped off my panties with one motion and suddenly I was totally bare before the men. They looked hungrily at me like a piece of meat – a fuckdoll that they’d throw around on a whim.

  I wasn’t too far off. Conrad had unfastened his pants and his dong was out, waving majestically in the air. He spun me in his lap so that I faced him, and ai
med that fuckpole right at my hole. With a sigh, I sat down on it, letting the massive rod penetrate my depths. It felt so fucking good. He was burning hot, and I could feel my pussy walls struggling to accommodate his girth, but Conrad was relentless. He wouldn’t let me go slow, forcing me to accept his size, the tip finally bumping against my cervix.

  Meanwhile, Brent was behind me, caressing my breasts as he nipped on my shoulder. He trailed a hand sensuously over my back until it got to my ass, grazing over the firm, soft globes, squeezing and shaking the mounds.

  “I love how it bounces,” he rumbled. “You have a real bubble butt.” Fortunately, the bouncing was being shown off to full effect as I worked myself up and down my dad’s fuckpole, jouncing around and letting the dong ram me hard.

  “Great work Conrad, keep trashing that pussy, keep her distracted,” said Brent.

  He ran his finger across my ass, this time dragging it into the crease between my butt cheeks, settling the tip against my anus and just holding it there. I screamed and sighed as I was fucked, the added sensation of a man’s hand on my butthole an enhancement. But Brent had more in mind. As my stepdad pounded me, he reached down a bit, lubing up his fingers in my sopping pussy, and then went back to my asshole, pushing firmly against the pucker.

  “Uhhh!” I screamed, unprepared. My stepdad and I had incorporated anal sex into our regimen, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out with Brent in the picture.

  Fortunately, it seemed that Mr. Parker knew exactly what he was doing. “Keep trashing that pussy,” he commanded my dad. “I’m going to take her from behind.”

  He forced his finger into my anus, my scream turning into a shriek of pleasure. He screwed his finger around a bit, widening my channel, and I could feel it as it brushed against Conrad’s cock in my pussy, separated by only a thin internal wall.