Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Never! You sir, are a pig! That you would exploit the fears of a beautiful woman for a few mere dollars?!”

  “There are millions of dollars at stake.”

  “These dollars are not yours,” I pointed out. “People like me finance these movies.”

  “Well, you’re not financing this one. Forget it. The schedule stays the way it is,” he said. “Like it or lump it.”

  “You are the one that may very well lump it, Mr. Banyon,” I threatened. “You have twenty-four hours to reconsider. I want you to change the movie production’s start.”

  “Oh, man! Listen to you!” he laughed. “You can tell Savannah, she’s finished after this picture! I mean, before I was just blowing off steam. Sure, I would blackball her when I can, but it wasn’t like I was going out of my way. But this? Getting you to call? We’re in all out war, baby! No survivors! Well, I’ll survive, but her? Bye-bye!”

  “Do you know Fred Beechum? Your CEO for Rangar Pictures?”

  “Of course! What you and he are friends.”

  “I play jai alai with him every other Sunday. He is a nice man. Very personable.”

  “Well, you don’t know the real Fred!” he laughed. “The guy is a cut throat pirate! One of the worst in this business and you know what, he already hates my guts! But he won’t fire me, ya know why?”

  “Why?”

  “Because my movies have earned him over two billion dollars in the last ten years! That’s why, princey! So, you go ahead. Make all the phone calls you want. But I hate to disappoint you, Fred Beechum can’t touch me!”

  “We shall see, Travis,” I said. “It does not have to be this way. We could be friends as well. Why do this? Why ruin her career and risk yours?”

  “Because I don’t like being pushed around, princey! You think you rich fucks can just walk over us little people? I’m a self-made millionaire, you pansy, silver-spooned prick! Do your worst! I’d rather die than bow down to your bullshit!”

  “I think you are overstating the issue,” I said. “Savannah is my friend.”

  “Who gives a fuck? You and the other one that knocked her up can kiss my ass!”

  And with that, he hung up. Such vulgarity and rudeness in this director. Why the confrontation? Could he not see us all being friends? Why would he not want to be friends with me? I’m very charming and very rich.

  I could have Fred ruin his career, but why? That would be too much. I just want to save Savannah’s career. Oh, well, I will work it out later. These things have a way of working out. I popped back in the bathroom.

  “Mmm, this is so nice,” Savanah said. “Thanks so much for the bath. I’m so relaxed now.”

  I picked up a robe for her and she stood out of the water. Her body glistened with moisture. I was tempted, but I did not want to seem too forward with her. Now was not the time for sex, but for rest and relaxation. I helped dry off her body and gave her the robe. We retreated into the bedroom and relaxed on the bed.

  “I’m sorry, Byron,” she said. “I should’ve been more careful at the party.”

  “Nonsense,” I said. “Like you say, we were all drunk. We took precaution. It just didn’t work this time.”

  “Stupid two percent,” she muttered.

  “Yes, the odds were against it, but here we are,” I said. “Relax now.”

  She cuddled up to me and quickly fell fast asleep. Her body was warm and I found myself drifting off. I pictured a future time with a little me running around the embassy. He had blonde hair and was dressed like me! I would teach him what it meant to be a Royal and to be a prince, as my father had done with me. He would become a part of that grand lineage, forever enshrined in our country’s history. He would be smart and strong, like his father.

  Towards the end of the dream, I looked up and there was Savannah. Was she my wife? She was smiling and looking on as we played. Yes, it must’ve been us later. We looked happy. But what of Dominique, my friend? Oh, he was there too, but where was his princess? It was a strange dream, no?

  Then perhaps there will be more children. I always wanted to have many!

  Chapter 13

  Savannah

  The next morning, I woke up in Byron’s arms. He was still sleeping and I was still wearing my robe from the night before. It was so soft and comfortable, you could sleep in it like a Snuggie.

  I watched Byron sleep. He looked pleasant and gentile. I know he tried to get my job back. I heard him through the bathroom door. And even though he didn’t succeed, I have to give him points for trying. Plus I don’t think Travis will have the stones to blackball me now. Hollywood was about who you know and I knew some pretty rich guys!

  Slipping out from Byron’s arms, I left him asleep on the bed and checked the messages on my phone. It was blowing up. Everyone was asking about the baby. Friends I hadn’t heard from in months suddenly “decided” to call me or text. I had to be careful who I talked to, the tabloids could get to anyone. And hey, let’s be honest, when you’re offered thousands of dollars and you need it, you might take it. Most humans I knew could rationalize anything, especially in this town.

  God, I was just up and already I wanted to go back to sleep! What a treat it would be to sleep for the rest of the nine months and then see my baby. That would be great. Still, I was stressed. I decided to summon Aaron for some tea, but I wanted to creep out of the room so I wouldn’t wake up Byron. Unfortunately, I stubbed my toe on some furniture.

  “Ah, dammit!” I cursed.

  Byron immediately woke. He was a light sleeper.

  “Savannah?” he said. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just stubbed my toe. It’s nothing,” I dismissed. “My phone is blowing up with messages. Everyone wants to know about the baby.”

  “What are you telling them?”

  “Nothing. I don’t know what to say or who to say it to. Who do you trust in L.A.? No one, that’s who,” I said flopping down on the edge of the bed.

  “You still seem very stressed,” he said.

  “I am,” I admitted.

  “Lie down and take your robe off,” he commanded. “I shall relax you.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  He rolled up his sleeves and poured various amounts of different colored oils into a bowl.

  “I shall rub you down,” he proclaimed. “This is a trick--- Well, it’s not a trick, more of a skill I learned.”

  “From who?”

  “Masseuses. I have had many over the years,” he said. “You pick up things when you go to enough spas. Lie down on your stomach.”

  He coated me in oil and started to rub my arms, shoulder and back. The oil seemed to heat up with skin-on-skin contact.

  “Mmm, that feels nice,” I said.

  He started to rub down my back, my lower back, my buttocks, my thighs, my legs, my feet--- He worked on my feet for a while. I could feel all the tension running out of me as his talented hands went to work on me.

  “Flip over, please,” he requested.

  Now it was time to do the front. He poured oil all over my naked body. By now I was tingling from his touch. He gave me a light kiss and we both smiled. He worked my shoulders and my neck. He put his hands on my breasts and lingered there. I didn’t mind. Next he rubbed my torso, went right to the thighs, legs and feet.

  “You skipped a part,” I said, opening my legs a little wider.

  He smiled and started to rub my pussy lips. My labia enjoyed the warm oils on his fingers. Rubbing up and down, I started to get wet. He inserted a finger and then two. In and out slowly, the beginning of an orgasm was building inside me. With his thumb, he played with my clit and I started to cum.

  “Oh, God,” I whispered. “Your fingers are magic.”

  “There are other parts of me with talent to,” he smiled, taking off his shirt.

  I reached into the bowl of oil and rubbed some all over his muscular chest. He glistened like the Adonis he was. Then we kissed, pressing our oily bodies together in an erotic emb
race. He slid his pants off and I wrapped myself around him, coating him in the same oils.

  Taking his cock, he rubbed it against my oily pussy, then inserted himself. Everything was so slick he just slid right in without any resistance. I was an open book to him anyway. I couldn’t resist. I was swept away in a tide of emotion and sex.

  Immediately I opened my legs for him and he put his hands on either side of me. Thrusting and pumping, he rammed his cock into my tight hole. The glorious sensation rippled inside me causing me to moan and cum. I grabbed his oily ass and pulled him in as deep as I could. I wanted him deep inside, so that his cock could touch the deepest part of me.

  “Oh, my God, Savannah!” he gasped. “I cannot hold it! I am cumming! Ahhh!”

  He blasted his sweet load inside me. I felt it’s warmness shoot into me and fill me up. It was satisfying and erotic. I came. My juice squirted out on him and I squealed in delight.

  “More,” I begged. “Please, more.”

  He flipped me over and without even a pause, he pushed into my oily asshole. I could feel the oils and his dick in my ass. It slid in with no resistance. These were truly high quality oils that were perfect for ass fucking.

  I reached a hand to my clit and started to rub as he pounded his cock in and out of me. He was breathing heavy now. His fit body was struggling to bring himself to climax again. I gripped his immeasurably wonderful cock with my ass muscles. I gripped it as tight as I could. He started to grunt and groan.

  “Oh! What you’re doing?” he raved. “It’s amazing! For the love of God, don’t stop it. Ahh! Ahhhh!”

  He came, and I felt his cum explode inside me. It was more intense and full of pressure. The release overwhelmed me with sensation and I found my entire insides vibrating. For several seconds, I lost all control. He pulled back and out of me, still shooting his sweet cum on my buttocks and thighs. He was breathing heavy now, exhausted from the effort, but I still wasn’t done.

  After a few minutes, I crawled to him and lifted up his still partially erect penis and put it in my mouth.

  “I don’t know,” he gasped. “I don’t know if I can cum again so soon.”

  “I want you too,” I said, licking his shaft. “I’m going to make you cum again.”

  I tasted the oils on his skin licking him all around his dick and balls. My tongue explored every inch of his cock, while I stroked it and licked the very top, concentrating on the hole on his penis.

  “Ahhh,” he said. “It’s so sensitive!”

  “I know, but I want you to cum again,” I said. “Please cum for me, Byron. Cum all over me.”

  “My God, you are insatiable,” he said.

  “I know,” I smiled. “I can’t get enough of your hot cum. Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me!”

  I put both his balls in my mouth as I stroked him and stroked him. Slowly, he was getting harder and harder. Now I could feel he was on the edge. It was taking forever this time, but he was approaching it.

  “Please!” he begged. “Just let me rest a little time. I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can,” I insisted. “You will cum for me. Give it to me!”

  He moved down to my pussy and started licking. With us both 69’ing each other, it put him over the top. He came in my mouth and I happily accepted and consume the load.

  “Ahhhh. Ahhh.” he moaned into my pussy. “Oh, my God! I can’t believe it. Oh, God! That was so intense.”

  We fell back spent. I had pushed the boundaries of our erotic encounter and I felt good about it. I would do it again and again if given the opportunity. Why not? These princes led this hedonistic lifestyle, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Why shouldn’t I revel in it?

  “Spend the nest few days with me, my sweet,” he asked. “You went shopping with Dominique, let me show you what life would be like with Byron, huh?”

  “That sounds fantastic,” I said.

  That seemed only fair. If I played my cards right, I’d end up with at least once prince. Imagine the both of them sharing me full time. Ha! I wonder if they’re countries did such a thing? Was it even a possibility? Nah, probably not. They seemed0 like pretty traditional people.

  Chapter 14

  Savannah

  Byron took me on a two-day epic road trip around California. He had a house on the Malibu coast that he “used”. It wasn’t even a vacation home or where he lived, it was just one of his family’s many holdings. It was massive! It wasn’t really a house! It was a mansion! The money he must’ve wasted just keeping the place up in case he wanted to use it was insane.

  He had a private helicopter (of course) and we flew up and down the coast. Eventually, we ended up in San Francisco. That city was too pricey even for me, but not Byron. He never missed a beat. We stayed at the most luxurious hotel suite I ever saw in my life, ate at the fanciest of restaurants--- He took me out for dinner and rented the entire restaurant, so it would “be quiet”.

  We went to all the stores and he bought me a ridiculous amount of jewelry and clothes. He paid whatever the store demanded for shipping, even if they normally didn’t ship things. He bought extra copies of everything.

  Our itinerary changed from moment to moment, so we avoided paparazzi. That was probably the most amazing thing about it. Dominique takes me all the way to Europe and they track us down, but in my own country’s back yard--- Nothing.

  I kept checking my stomach. I was eating more than normal. Guess I had to. I didn’t want to get fat, but I didn’t want to starve the baby either. I was eating totally healthy, though. Every time we went into a restaurant, Byron would make a big show of telling the chef I was pregnant so that the chef could make me something super organic and healthy.

  But finally, we came back to the embassy. I was kind of hoping the test results had finally come back. If it was Dominique’s baby, I didn’t want to lead Byron on and vice versa. They both were so nice and handsome and sweet. Sure they had their differences and shortcomings, but one seemed to make up for the other. Plus they were friends, I didn’t want to come between them.

  I was back in my room in the embassy, unpacking what was now a ridiculously large wardrobe when I heard the door open. I assumed it was Byron, but when I turned around it was Dominique. He looked annoyed.

  “So, you were with Byron these past few days,” he said mildly accusingly.

  “Yes, we just got back,” I said. “He bought me too many things. Like you did.”

  “I thought we agreed you would stay here,” he said. “To be out in public--- This is not good. The paparazzi will see you.”

  “That’s the incredible thing, they didn’t,” I assured him. “Byron is so spontaneous and random. He didn’t plan anything, we just kept jumping from one thing to the next.”

  “I thought you and I--- That we were---“ he stammered. “That we were an item. The newspapers said.”

  “Well, they said that, but--- Dominique, I could be carrying Byron’s baby. We need to get the test back,” I reminded him.

  “Yes, but I don’t care about the test!” he shouted. “I would love this child as my own as I love---“

  He stopped himself in mid sentence.

  “As you love who?” I asked.

  He grabbed me and kissed me. For a moment, I thought about pulling away, but Dominique was a sexual force that I couldn’t resist. Deep down I knew this was bad. I should not be dating both princes at once, but I couldn’t help it. I was drawn to both of them.

  “I will have you,” he announced. “Not Byron.”

  “Perhaps you will have to learn to share,” I said jokingly.

  “Byron and I have shared many things,” he admitted. “He is my friend, but--- Enough talk. Take off your clothes.”

  He pulled apart his shirt, sending the buttons flying. I started to unbutton my top, but he ripped it open, exposing my heaving bosom and started kissing me between my breasts. He was like a hot, sexy animal!

  Suddenly, he pulled down my skirt, leaving me standing their in my underwear. He
slapped my ass, which tingled as he did so.

  “Ooo,” I said receptively. “Have I been naughty?”

  He bent me over his knee. The strength and dominating force by which he did this was a turn on. I was like a little girl in his hands and he began to spank me. My buttocks became sore from the slaps, but then he was also gentle too. He would also rub my ass cheeks and in between them turning me on even more. I became incredibly wet and began to soak my panties as he spanked me.

  “Don’t you ever, ever leave me again,” he chastised. “Or I will punish you, like this!”

  “Aw, yes, daddy! I’ve been so bad!” I said in my sexiest Marilyn Monroe pout. “Spank me, daddy! Punish my poor little bottom. It’s so red and round. And your hands are so big and strong.”

  The baby girl talk was really doing it for Dominique. I could feel his boner pop and rise right into me as he was spanking me. Everything on and between my buttocks was becoming more and more sensitive. Dominique slid his fingers under my panties and inserted them into my ass hole and vagina. He fucked them with his fingers, the palm of his hand slapping against my ass as he did so. I moaned in pleasure and came.

  Dominique roughly threw me on the bed and tore off the rest of his pants. He didn’t even pull off my panties, he just pushed them aside and started fucking me immediately. It was rough and lusty. He just took me there, a wild man untamed! I couldn’t help but cum immediately and start moaning.

  He grabbed me by the face as he did it and I sucked on one of his fingers. He had a grip on my throat that felt mildly dangerous and intense, which made things even more erotic. I couldn’t fight against him. He was so strong, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to experience that feeling of his cock penetrating me again and again. His rock-hard shaft going in and out of me and I had no control over it!

  Pulling out, he pushed me over, grabbed my shoulder from behind and forcibly arched my back as he pushed into my ass and started fucking. Oh, God! It was so amazing! His savage sexual energy just ravaged my tight little hole. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was make sounds of pleasure and surprise. I was overwhelmed by his raw, sexual energy and came again and again.