Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  Tingles are spreading through my tailbone and balls, and her nails from her free hands gently flutter across my genitals, adding to the sensation.

  “Fuck, baby. Lacey, you feel so good.”

  Slowly, she pulls off me completely to drop down on me again, spreading wetness and flattening her tongue along the underside of my throbbing, needy cock. She’s taken me a little further this time, and I realize she plans to torture me.

  That’s totally fine. I love every second of it.

  Trying not to put any pressure on her head where I hold her hair, I run featherlight fingers on her cheek and into her hair, petting her and trying to distract myself as she picks up the pace.

  It feels like she could suck the cum out of my cock any second, but I really want to enjoy this as long as I can. Looking over the top of her head, I watch her perfect ass with the G-string laid out perfectly out between her butt cheeks.

  Her small, tight mouth descends and pulls again and again, lower each time, until she’s hitting her tight hand on the down stroke. Gripping me firmly, her hand follows her mouth, spreading wet juices over me.

  My hips arch involuntarily, and I try to breathe deeply and pull back. I don’t want to choke her or make her uncomfortable.

  When her other hand starts circling my balls again, I can’t hold in the shudder of anticipation. Her fingers circle and drop lower, rubbing behind my balls, and I can feel the inevitable end rushing towards me.

  Dropping her head down, I can feel my tip enter her throat, and a strangled sound escapes from me. Glancing up at me, I assure her it’s perfect by nodding my head.

  “Oh yes, baby. You are doing so good with my cock. It’s perfect for you. Your lips around my head make me want to explode.”

  She moans in response. Her eyes flutter and close, and she sucks me in deep.

  Swallowing on my head, her throat convulses around me as she pulls up.

  Again, deeper this time, only she doesn’t come up. With her ruddy lips stretched around my cock, she keeps a tight hold on the base she can’t reach and begins to swallow and squeeze around me.

  “Perfect…ahhh…Lacey…fuck.” I’m still slightly stroking her cheeks, but my body is on autopilot. “Here I come for you.”

  Groaning, my body explodes, cum shooting into the back of her throat, as she continues to hold me lodged in her throat. The rhythmic squeeze and draw on my head keeps pulling me in, and I twitch reflexively.

  I see stars as bright lights explode in my vision, and I jerk and bathe her throat with my release.

  Slowly, I come back to myself. I have Lacey’s hair in a death grip, but I’ve managed to not shove her down on my cock.

  She’s pulling off my still hard prick as I process this, breathing hard.

  “Mmmm.” Her Cheshire cat smile is smug and happy.

  Using her hair, I pull her up to me to take her swollen lips against mine. Plunging my tongue inside her mouth, I deepen the kiss to let her know how much I enjoyed it.

  “Perfect baby. Perfect dance. Perfect blowjob.” Resting her forehead against mine, I try to express how perfect it all was. It’s hard to put into words.

  I’m still breathing hard, but I can’t resist reaching between us to feel her wet panties under my fingers. I’m never going to get soft at this rate.

  Everything about her drives me wild. She’s the perfect woman with the perfect body, who’s just perfect for me.

  Chapter 23

  Lacey

  Sucking Adam’s cock has made me so wet, it’s almost embarrassing.

  Of course, it could be a combination of everything, from the drinks to the atmosphere.

  I can’t believe how turned on it all makes me. It’s been a real eye opener, for sure.

  His skillful fingers are working into my G-string slowly, as his breathing slows down.

  I think he definitely appreciated my blowjob. He came so hard, and I loved swallowing every drop. Such a turn on.

  Spreading my juices around, he zeros in on my clit. It’s throbbing with the beat of my heart.

  Sliding two deft fingers into my cunt, his thumb takes over circling my clit. Using them as leverage, he tugs me towards him to bring our lips together. The pressure on my G-spot is heavenly, as he thrust his tongue in my mouth in tempo with his fingers.

  He’s driving me crazy. Rocking on his fingers, I can’t stop myself from reaching for his beautiful, big cock again. It’s barely softened at all, and as I resume stroking him, he lifts and throbs against my palm.

  I break away smiling to look at him. He looks boyishly charming as we breathe together, both panting.

  “Don’t you want this, baby?” He pulls back to lift his huge cock up from the base, waving it playfully at me.

  I hesitate briefly, and he must see the indecision in my eyes. I want him, of course. That’s not the issue—but we’re in a public place.

  “Don’t worry. You don’t have to take anything off. Just turn around.”

  I’m confused for a moment about what he has in mind.

  Standing up, I turn around slowly and face the mirrored wall. Grabbing my hips, he lowers me down onto his hard cock, and I watch in the mirror as he angles it up towards my dripping pussy.

  He’s pulled my G-string to the right, and his fingers spread me wide for his invasion.

  Tilting forward, I grasp his knees to press down. His cock looks huge in comparison to my cunt as he slowly breaches the entrance.

  Looking up at him, he’s lounging behind me and is peering around me, watching himself enter me. It’s the most incredible sight.

  Biting my lip, I slowly lower myself and then pull back up. Even as wet as I am, it’s tight. But it feels so good as I lower down again, feeling the stretch as he hits new nerve endings at this angle.

  “Oh, Lacey, look at you. So, fucking hot.”

  His praise makes me tighten on him, and I have to consciously relax to be able to keep moving with him in me.

  Hissing, he presses a finger on my clit and slowly starts to circle. I follow his lead and let him set the pace with his fingers, as I rock lower and lower onto his huge prick.

  I can see all the way down to his balls in the mirror, and I reach forward to stroke them as he plunges inside me.

  Thank god the music drowns out my noises as I finally get him completely inside me. He feels huge.

  Well, he is fucking huge. This angle feels so incredible and full inside me.

  His arms clamp me to him on my hips. I watch him moving under me, using the cushion below him to rock an inch or two in and out in time with his fingers.

  The juices are pouring out of me now as he stretches my cunt to the max, and I see it running down around his balls.

  “Play with your nipples while I make you come. I want to see you explode all over my cock now.”

  His words are a command I wouldn’t dream of disobeying.

  Pulling my bra down in the front, I slowly cup my breasts and make sure I squeeze them together, putting them on display for him.

  “Perfect, baby. Just like you.” His eyes meet me in the mirror briefly before going back to where we connect.

  Plunging inside me deeper, I feel as well as see his balls hit me as they tighten. I can feel him deep inside me, tapping something I’ve never noticed before. It’s addictive, and I grind harder on him, wanting more.

  “That’s right. Relax on me. Use me.”

  His fingers are speeding up with my movements.

  Tilting back slightly, I settle more of my weight against him behind me. I drop my head onto his shoulder, giving him a better range of movement on our lower bodies.

  I’m moaning now as he starts to slam into me from below. His cock is a piston in and out as I pluck my nipples, getting rougher with myself.

  Everything is tightening in my body.

  Anticipating my impending climax, his hand on my wet clit picks up speed.

  “Come on, baby. You look so beautiful on my cock. Your wet cunt squeezes me so perfectl
y.” His whispered words in my ear fuel me.

  Grabbing his hips below me, I arch onto him, driving him deep into me and watching my pussy eat his hard rod right up.

  It’s so fucking hot, and I can’t keep my eyes open to watch anymore as I explode.

  Moaning, I grind on him as he plunges deep inside me over and over before freezing below me. I can feel his cock deep, twitching as he comes in me, prolonging my own orgasm.

  His hand is still slowly stroking my clit with all his fingers, petting me as I twitch and tighten on him.

  Slapping my hand over his, my eyes pop open to see his smiling face in the mirror.

  “Too much?”

  I don’t have time to answer him before a brunette with long hair wearing a sequined red, white, and blue G-string bikini comes through the curtain and into the room.

  The low lighting helps hide our movements as I pull off of Adam and discretely pull my underwear back into place. I stand in front of him again to block his movements in the mirror reflection. He has a minute to get his pants fastened before she walks over to our couch.

  “Hey! I didn’t know you were back here. I’m Trish. You ready for a private dance?”

  I don’t answer, stunned and at a loss for words. I’m still recovering from my powerful orgasm, and my heart is going a mile a minute.

  “Why don’t I get you both to dance for me?” Adam straightens a bit and reaches into his pocket for some cash for her.

  His untucked shirt hides whether he managed to get his pants completely refastened.

  “Excellent!” She takes the cash and begins gyrating over his left leg.

  I mimic her movements on his right side, raising my eyebrows at him questioningly. As she turns around, circling, he shrugs.

  Fuck!

  I continue to echo her movements to the best of my ability, but they don’t teach stripper moves in modeling school.

  When she pulls the string on the back of her bikini top and it springs up around her neck, I’m a little shocked. Her small, perky breasts jiggle enticingly, and she straddles his leg to move them within inches from his face.

  When in Rome…

  Pulling the cups down on my bra again, I pull out my own much larger breasts, and Adam’s head immediately swivels towards me.

  That’s right, honey. I have all you need, right here.

  Forgotten, our stripper friend swivels around to gyrate her hips over his lap.

  Dropping my knee between his legs and against his balls, I stake my claim.

  Crazy fucking woman.

  She keeps smiling and moving, and nothing we do next to her seems to faze her. I guess since it’s just a job, she sees this thing all the time. She’s just making her money.

  Somewhat mollified, I continue to rub against him more than dance.

  I’m feeling pretty burnt out.

  His hands stroke me lightly on my side and back as he waits out the song we’ve paid for with me.

  As the music winds down, Trish efficiently reties her top and straightens up, still smiling.

  “Are you guys good? Should I send a waitress back?”

  Her thoughtfulness makes me smile back.

  “Yes, please. I could go for a fresh drink.”

  All that panting really makes a girl thirsty.

  “Okay. I’ll send her back, and you guys have fun!” Her heels click away towards the door. “Just call if you want another dance.”

  Sinking down on the sofa next to Adam, he draws me under his chin, and we stare at each other in the mirror.

  “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

  I look at him seriously in the mirror. His weighty look lets me know he is sincere.

  Pulling back, I look directly into his face, inches from mine.

  “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I just didn’t like her getting so close to you.”

  I chew my lip, wondering if he’s ready for me to be so honest.

  Squeezing my hip to him, he rubs me affectionately.

  “I only want you. This is just fun to watch. Okay?”

  I relax into him, relieved as the waitress shows up to take our order.

  Chapter 24

  Lacey

  I’m really not sure about this whole idea.

  Charlie, Sam, and Adam are such amazing guys. They really are.

  But I can’t help but have doubts.

  Despite that, here I am, standing in another very lush lingerie outfit of dark green lace, getting cash strapped to my entire body.

  This part actually is kind of fun. I might have wanted to do this, even if I didn’t agree to the plan. I’ve never seen so much money in one place.

  The boys really made an effort to convince me earlier. I’m still not sure how exactly it’s supposed to work.

  They have a plan, but it seems to have major holes in it, from what I’ve heard from each of them. Maybe they haven’t discussed it properly with each other?

  It was very exciting getting in the limo to head to the main offices. The boys have picked a time when they know no one will be in.

  We all piled into the car, giggling like teenagers. On a high of combined conspiracy, I couldn’t stop giggling.

  They make me want to be bold, bad, and naughty.

  I don’t want the charity money to just get wasted. It should go to a good cause.

  But with these hot boys grinning at me and urging me on, I don’t know… I feel…like I could really enjoy being a bad girl.

  Sam’s warm hand runs up my leg as he straps a sack of cello-wrapped cash just under my right ass cheek.

  Charlie’s on the other side, trying to strap notes to my inner thigh.

  Adam’s in front. Fully focused on stuffing notes into my cleavage. His eyes are practically sticking out of his head as he stuffs note after note in the deep cleft.

  “I can’t figure out how I’m getting so much in here,” he laughs, looking up at me. “You have a bottomless pit for a cleavage.”

  “I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment.” I give him a cock-eyed face.

  “Oh, it is. It is.”

  He reaches one hand in and stirs my breasts from side to side, just a little, working a few more notes in around the edges of the bra.

  “How are you doing back there, Charlie? Sam?”

  “Really good.” Sam pats my butt. Gives it a firm rub, gripping my inner thigh with his other hand. “I think I can get some more in here under the ass.” He reaches around to grin at me. “That’s a testament to your fine booty, my lady, not an insult.”

  “Okay.” I give him a naughty grin. “I wasn’t worried. I’m perfectly comfortable with my dips and curves.”

  “You sure are,” Charlie mutters, mostly to himself.

  He’s trying to get a note to stick under the edge of the underwear, so it hangs down my leg.

  “What are you doing there, Charlie?” Sam grabs my waist, leaning over me to see what Charlie’s doing.

  “I figure if I can get them to hang, like this,” he neatly folds the edge of a note under the elastic around my leg, “we could get a whole lot more in.”

  “And if I walk too fast or my clothes rub, I’ll be walking through the airport terminal with notes sliding out around my ankles.” I say wryly.

  “No, no.” Sam waves a hand, a blank look on his face showing he barely heard me. “That won’t happen.”

  He looks down at Charlie’s handiwork, completely distracted.

  As much as I love them, they are still guys. They can’t think about too many things at once.

  All three of them start patting me and walking around me, nodding as they go.

  Sam lifts a bra strap on my shoulder thoughtfully.

  “I wonder if we could get a few more under here?”

  He lifts the strap gently up and down, letting the elastic go gently so I don’t get snapped.

  “Yeah,” Charlie agrees. “Just lay them flat across her shoulders, held down by the straps. I lo
ve it. It would work even better if you have a jacket or something with shoulder pads, Lacey. Then we could really stack it up.”

  I burst out into a fit of giggles, leaning over to hold my belly.

  Notes fly around me.

  “Maybe my grandma does! Are you kidding me with this? Shoulder pads!”

  My giggles must be infectious, as all the boys start laughing, too.

  “Hey,” Charlie frowns, “I design lingerie, people. Not jackets.”

  “I would think, if you followed the lines of women’s fashion, you would know shoulder pads are so outdated,” Sam chuckles.

  “Pretty raw, man,” Adam agrees.

  “So, sue me. My auntie was wearing this red jacket the other day with shoulder pads. She looked totally boss in it. I couldn’t figure a way to use it in a lingerie design.”

  “And we thank the lord for small favors,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

  “Actually…” Adam starts laying notes flat on my shoulder under the strap.

  Looks like I’m going to get shoulder pads, after all.

  “It would work in a dominatrix design. Not as shoulder pads but, like, cap sleeves. Held on by thick studded straps.”

  “Oh, I see that,” Sam goes to my other shoulder and starts slipping notes under the straps as well.

  “Guys, I’m not wearing shoulder pads. It’s bad enough that with the cash strapped in there, people will believe I’m wearing shoulder pads. My modeling career will be done before it gets started.”

  “That’s not going to happen.” Charlie stands in front of me, hand on his chin, thinking. “You know, guys, we can use that idea on the legs up here around the bottom of the bra. Just stick the end under like this.”

  He grabs a few notes, lifting the edge of the bra so it gets caught and hangs flat against my body.

  “Good thinking, Charlie.” Sam has a nice stack of notes high on my shoulder now. I can feel the bra straining in six different places.

  “Ahh…guys?”

  “Yeah go for it, Charlie.” Adam keeps stacking cash under the other strap. “How high did you have yours over there, Sam? They should be even.”

  Adam takes a step back to look at both shoulders.

  I glance left and right. The cash is stacked ridiculously high. It doesn’t look like I’m wearing shoulder pads. It looks like I’m wearing bricks.