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

by Cassandra Dee

  Satisfied with my reaction, Brent pulled his finger out and ran it over his dick, lining up the massive cock with my backdoor.

  “Slow down man, give me a chance to get in,” he said to Conrad. Conrad slowed his frantic thrusting into my body, pausing to let Brent make an entrance.

  Mr. Parker pushed me over so that I was flat on top of my stepdad, my boobs smashed into his chest and my ass lifted into the air. He parted my cheeks to bare my hole and pushed his tip against my anus.

  “Uhhf!” I squealed. “That hurts!”

  “Shh, baby, you’re doing great,” groaned my dad. I guess he too could feel the other man’s dick making an entry, and the thought of two dongs in me simultaneously caused my pussy to gush again.

  But Brent still had to get all the way in. He pushed harder, this time forcing my anus open, and my sphincter gave in against the relentless pressure. With a shove, his cock buried itself in me up to my intestines. I moaned, the feeling of having two dicks stretching me simultaneously wild and hot. I thought I would burst, I was so filled up.

  Brent went first. He began moving his dick in and out slowly, reaming me anally but being as gentle as he could. My stepdad waited for a moment, and then caught the rhythm. He too began moving in and out of me, in counterpoint. Mr. Parker would go in as my dad pulled out, and then the reverse would happen. I was getting double dicked, and it felt sensational.

  I could feel every vein in their dongs, every heartbeat through their massive pricks. My cunny started to shake, my whole body trembling. My eyes rolled up in my head and I blew my load, my pussy and ass clenching down hard on the dicks in my body. I squeezed those cocks hard, the spasms running uncontrollably as my pussy came again and again on the massive poles in me.

  “Fuck baby, fuckfuckfuck,” chanted my dad.

  “You too Daddy, you come too!” I squealed. As if on cue, I felt his pole erupting, massive gushes of white jetting into me, coating my insides with his virile sperm. My pussy kept contracting, pulling that semen deeper into my fertile fields.

  Meanwhile, Brent was still pumping away, but his strokes had gotten increasingly desperate. He was now fucking me deep and hard, my little pucker abused by his massive dong. With a roar, he pulled out and emptied himself all over my back, spurting globs of cream onto my ass, the rivulets running into my crack and dripping onto my pussy.

  Both men kept pumping as they emptied the remnants of their cream onto or into me. I felt a golden glow descending, loving my role as a fuckdoll to these two charismatic, powerful men. I sighed and relaxed into Daddy’s arms, pressing a soft kiss against his neck.

  “That’s my girl,” he rumbled as his penis finished jerking. He stroked my hair and kissed me back. “You’re such a good girl,” he complimented.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Maddy

  The night with Daddy and Brent was only the start. I started escorting regularly, fucking all sorts of rich, handsome men, even bringing some back to the house to fuck. It wasn’t like my parents cared. After all, my mom was an escort too, and my stepdad often liked to watch, albeit without the customer knowing.

  I still wonder what’s going to happen though. I mean, Kathy and Daddy keep talking about getting me pregnant, and Daddy and I don’t use birth control when we’re together. I like feeling his cock hot and raw in my pussy, and I know he feels the same way. I missed my period last week, and have been feeling slightly queasy in the mornings. Does that mean I’m having Daddy’s baby?

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  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Maddy

  “Shh, come in,” I gestured to the client.

  “Where are your parents?” he whispered back. “Man this is so fucked up.”

  “I think they’re out but it’s better to be careful,” I murmured. “Shh, this way,” I said, as we crept up the staircase.

  I was on a job, bringing my “date” home to fuck. It totally violated the first rule of escorting – for safety reasons, never let a client know where you live. But I guess you could say my escorting is a little different from the traditional set-up.

  You see, my mom is my pimp. She’s a paid companion too, and has been working for more than fifteen years. It started when I was little. She needed the money, but also didn’t want me in daycare full-time, so escorting was the solution. She’d go on dates one or two nights a week, make a ton of cash, and take care of me during the day.

  The catch in all this is my stepfather. My mom only married him a few years ago, and I’d always been surprised that he proposed. I mean, my mom is pretty, but Conrad is handsome and as rich as fuck. He could get any girl, so why would he marry my forty-year old mom?

  It’s still a mystery to me, but what I do know is that even after they got married, they continued with their lifestyle, Conrad fucking other women and my mom continuing to escort. I was totally oblivious, thinking they were in a traditional marriage.

  But everything changed on prom night – I got ditched by my date, and Conrad was my salvation. He wiped away my tears, slowly stroking my shoulders, and I guess one thing just led to another. Soon he and I were fucking regularly, my steamy twat getting drilled on a daily basis.

  This is where things get sick and twisted. When Kathy found out that I was fucking my stepdad, she didn’t freak out. Instead, Mom actually suggested a ménage for the three of us. Isn’t that unreal? Talk about a fucked up idea. But one thing led to another, and soon I was part of the most messed-up family dynamic ever.

  Except that it works for us. My mom and I escort, more for fun than for money, and Conrad pounds us both. Right now, I’ve moved into his bedroom so that he has easy access to my twat, but maybe in a few months it’ll change and my mom will move in. The key about all this is choices – we want self-determination, and this is what works best for my family.

  So here I am, with a handsome client, sneaking up the stairs to my bedroom. The sneaking part is all a ruse. My parents don’t care if I bring clients home, it’s the family business, after all.

  My date thinks he’s going to see my bedroom, but that’s fake too. I sleep in Conrad’s bed now, and my room is a stage where I can bring guys who want that illicit, fucked in her parents’ home feeling.

  Plus, there’s one more important detail. A certain teddy bear sitting on the dresser has an electronic eye. At this moment, my stepdaddy’s probably sitting in his office, watching as we creep up the stairs. Soon he’ll flip to another screen and watch as my client takes off my clothes and fucks me silly. Then he’ll watch as I clean myself up, making myself fresh and pretty before I enter his suite for another round of raw sex. Again, it works for us, and as long as nobody is getting hurt, we don’t see how it’s anyone’s business.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Conrad

  My stepdaughter was so gorgeous. I could see her blonde head gleaming, even in the dim light of the hallway. She whispered something to her date before taking him by the hand and guiding him to her old bedroom. Before she shut the door, she gave a wink to the camera and bared her breast briefly, flashing a nipple.

  Fuck, how I lusted after the slut. I’d been fucking her mom for years, as part of a paid companion service, but when I saw a picture of Maddy, I knew I was going to marry Kathy for access to her daughter. I’m not sure that Kathy suspected. After all, I didn’t make a play for Maddy until she was legit, fully eighteen years old.

  Plus, it’s not like I jumped on her the day she turned eighteen. Instead, the night of deliverance came on prom. Maddy caught her date cheating on her and was a wreck, sobbing on the floor of the hotel room. She’d planned on losing her virginity to the fuckhead that night, and who was there to pick her up and dry her tears? That’s right, Stepdaddy Conrad.

  I pretty much seduced the little girl, teaching her how to put on a condom, how to stroke a guy’s dick, etc. But she was a good pupil, catching on right away, and I can legitimately say that she’s a full-fledged slut now. Her vag is always ready for me, juicy and open, and I take advan
tage of it every single day.

  I switched to the camera in the bedroom, and could see Maddy and her date kissing. The guy was already squeezing her ass through her cocktail dress, slipping it up her thigh to play with the string of her panties. She moaned into his mouth, reaching down to free his dick from his pants.

  Maddy shrieked as it sprang out. Even I did a double-take. This guy was hung like a prize stallion. His dick was a club of flesh, massive and engorged with a spongy purple helmet that was already leaking wetly. Maddy immediately dropped to her knees and began sucking the pole into her mouth. I could see her mom’s training paying off – she focused on breathing through her nose, inching the cock down her throat slowly until he was fully embedded, that monster cock spurting pre-cum into her.

  I was intrigued. I knew the approximate size and shape of Maddy’s cunt and wanted to see that little hole trashed again and again by the fuckpole from hell. Evidently, she was plenty eager too. She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and whipped off her dress. She was wearing nothing but lace stockings and high heels. No underwear, no bra, just 100% bare womanflesh.

  She backed up towards the guy, spreading her legs, pushing her cunt into his face. Ah yes, she always liked her pussy licked from behind. I could tell the guy was doing a bang-up job too. My little blonde squirmed and wiggled as he kissed her cunny, bumping her ass against his face, driving that pussy onto his questing tongue. I whipped my cock out of my pants, giving it a firm rub. I’d tasted that twat myself multiple times, and knew how appetizing it was.

  The guy started reaching for a condom, but Maddy stopped him. I could almost see her lips form the words, “I’m on the pill.” Of course she wasn’t. Maddy was a whore and only liked sex bareback. Getting with this guy raw was a basic necessity for her.

  And she couldn’t get pregnant tonight, or for the next nine months. Although it was really faint, I could see the tiniest protuberance at her waist. That’s right, Maddy is pregnant … with my baby. It wasn’t planned, but I’d always wanted to seed and breed a woman, and my gorgeous, nubile stepdaughter was the perfect, willing fuckdoll. I’d fucked her so many times without protection, and one of those times must have stuck. My little girl was going to be a mommy.

  The pregnancy only seemed to enhance her libido. She’d come barreling into my room after her dates, demanding more sex.

  “Oh Daddy,” she cried more than once, begging me with those pouty lips. “I just need a little bit more to sleep easy tonight.”

  Of course, I’d do her. Often I could feel the other guy’s sperm squishing around in her body, her vag sometimes still leaking another man’s precious white, but what the fuck, it turned me on. I groaned, and gave my dick another squeeze. Oh yeah, Mr. Happy was certainly pleased with the show Maddy was giving tonight.

  On screen, she’d begun lowering herself onto the guy’s dick in his lap, facing away from him. Her face was contorted in pleasure, her thighs spread wide as that mighty cock breached her interior. She only had about two inches in her, but was squirming and wriggling her hips, pushing down down down. His cock was wet from her gushing pussy juices, and I have to give the guy credit, he was patient. Had it been me, I would have grabbed her waist and shoved her down on my fuckpole, but this guy was a gentleman. Instead, he held her waist to keep her steady, and let her take the lead, slowly worming herself down on that massive club.

  And massive was really an understatement. I could see Maddy’s pussy lips stretched until they were just thin bands of flesh surrounding the fuckpole, her thighs parted so wide it must have been painful. Plus, he was so big that that dick almost lifted her up in the air. Every time she tried to press down, it seemed to push her up a little, forcing her bear down again.

  But my stepdaughter was a professional. She threw her head back and kept forcing her pelvis down, my mouth agape as I watched that huge dick disappear into her petite body. When she was all the way down, the guy’s balls pressed firmly against her butt, she gave a scream and flexed her pussy on him, like a champion pumping her fist.

  Slowly, she began moving up and down, impaling herself on the massive dick. He was hard to ride. It was just so big that she had difficulty controlling it, it would push back at her and she’d struggle again, trying to take it in. I could see juices oozing all over the shaft, and that seemed to help a lot. Plus the guy took a hint and started playing with her clit, tugging and pinching it, which loosened the little girl’s cunny, making things easier.

  Soon they were fucking pretty hard. Forget everything I said about the guy being a gentleman. At this point, he was gripping Maddy’s waist, leaving fingerprints on her tender abdomen, and driving his hips up and down furiously, nailing her again and again in a deep pound. She was screaming as she took it, her face a rictus of agony and ecstasy at once. Her pussy was getting trashed, but I knew the little slut loved it.

  The guy finally gave it up and came full bore in my little step’s body. I saw his balls pulse, the semen visibly coursing along his shaft to spray Maddy’s interior, coating her insides in hot white. Fuck, the baby was probably getting sprayed as well, judging from the uncontrollable jerking in the guy’s testicles.

  And Maddy was coming hard too. She screamed silently on screen, her eyes rolling up in her head, her beautiful face tilted back as she cried out in ecstasy. Her boobs trembled and shivered as she was fucked, the jugs rolling obscenely, and I could see her pussy contracting around the massive shaft, clenching down hard, pulling the hot semen deeper into her body.

  By now, I was in the throes of rubbing out a massive orgasm. My cock twitched and jerked under my fist, and I reached my other hand down to squeeze my balls. Sure enough, they were high and tight, ready to spurt. I took aim, and came hard into a basin I’d placed in front of the computer screen.

  As my cock spurted its life force, I looked back up at the monitor. Maddy was kissing the unnamed man, stroking his exhausted cock as he reached for his wallet. I saw a fat wad exchange hands, and it made me proud. I knew Maddy would never do a guy for less than a few thousand, and it looks like she got her payment. I watched as the man left, giving her one last hungry kiss, and she shut the door behind him.

  With a wink at the camera, Maddy moved towards the bathroom, and I knew my little girl was going to be in my suite soon, begging for more.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Maddy

  I’m basically a fuckdoll for men now. The best parts are getting laid and getting paid, in that order. I’d just done a client for an extra fee – five thousand total. The guy forked over a premium because he wanted to do a pregnant chick, and although I wasn’t showing much, the pregnancy cost him an extra thousand.

  God, I’m such a slut. I let the hot water sluice over me, cleaning myself up for a final sex session. I always finish my nights with an appointment in my stepdad’s bed. He likes using second-rate pussy, feeling another man’s come squish as he trashes my cunt.

  And the baby, oh my god the baby. Conrad is really looking forward to being a father. I mean, he’s technically going to be the baby’s father and step-grandfather because of our twisted family situation, but somehow everything’s going smoothly. No one seems to be the wiser.

  I switched off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. Opening the hallway door, I tiptoed to Conrad’s suite and knocked softly. Hearing a rustle within, I let myself in, dropping the towel by the door and slinking over to the bed.

  Conrad was freshly showered as well, reclining on the bed totally naked. Goddamn, he was good-looking. About forty-five, he kept in tip top shape by working out and eating right. His shoulders were broad, his abs defined, with thick heavy thighs that I’d ridden in ecstasy multiple times. His dong flopped over his hip, deep pink and tantalizing. My mouth watered, thinking of all the places it’d go … inside me.

  “Hi Daddy,” I murmured, sitting next to him on the bed. I squeezed his cock, feeling it stir in my hand.

  “Baby, that was an amazing fuck session,” said Co
nrad. “Are you okay? That dong looked like it was a punisher.”

  “Oh Daddy, you were watching through the eyes of Teddy again! Why didn’t you join us?” I asked.

  “Honey, you know I don’t do threesomes without the prior consent of all parties. Besides, we don’t want too many people to know that we’re related,” he said, nuzzling the side of my breast.

  “I guess that’s true,” I murmured, sidling up to him. My hand began to trace the familiar contours of his cock. I could feel it beginning to pulse under my hand, that thick vein at the bottom protruding as his shaft hardened and enlarged. His skin was so velvety, like a glove over steel. The tip moistened as I squeezed the head, fascinated as a pearl of pre-cum beaded, bubbling slightly before spilling out.

  “Oh Daddy, I have to have it again,” I sighed. Leaning down, I caught his dick fluid on my tongue, savoring the taste of musky man. Mmm, it was good.

  “Honey, I have something for you,” he said. Reaching over, he brought out a glass of … was he shitting me, or was that a glass of semen? There wasn’t much, maybe just half an inch of whitish fluid at the bottom, but the viscosity and slight bubbles looked like man milk.

  “Daddy, is it …?” My voice trailed off.

  “Yes baby,” he confirmed. “I want you to drink some semen, and then smear the rest into your pussy. This is going to be our lube for tonight,” he said.

  Oh fuck! Conrad was so sick and twisted. “But Daddy, I like it warm from your cock,” I protested. “It’s cold this way, it’s not going to taste as good.”

  “Baby, drink it or Daddy’s going to spank you,” he said with a frown.

  Trembling, I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. It wasn’t cold exactly, but it wasn’t the hot jism I was used to either. It was more room temperature and definitely bubblier than when I got it straight from the source. I took a few more sips, tentatively licking my lips.