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

by Cassandra Dee

  “Please Daddy?” I whispered.

  “No,” he groaned. “I’ve disrespected your mother enough already, I can’t do it when she’s down the hall.”

  “Daddy, we’ve already done so many bad things,” I murmured, sliding my finger through my slit. “Of course you can take the next step …”

  I raised the stakes by turning around so that my back was to him. Bending over, I lifted my ass so he could see between my legs, exposing everything I had. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart so that my cunny and anus were fully revealed, steaming and wet with need.

  “Please Daddy?” I whispered again. “I need it.”

  He roared, a scowl marring his features. But I heard a heavy thunk as his belt buckle hit the floor, and his suit jacket was practically torn off, he was so horny.

  In seconds, my man was in the shower, his massive bulk filling up the small stall. Conrad was gorgeous. My stepdad is forty-five, but he’s taken good care of himself. He works out all the time, and has the build of an athlete. My mom was so lucky to land him – somehow she’s five years younger than him but already looks ten years older.

  “Baby, spread your legs wider,” he murmured in my ear. I obliged, bumping my butt against him as I parted my thighs a little more. He grabbed my hips and ran a finger through my steaming folds, circling my nub before testing the little hole where his dick would go. I arched my back, closing my eyes in ecstasy.

  “More Daddy!” I sighed.

  “Oh you’ll get more, little girl,” he rumbled. He pushed me down so that I was almost bent over double, my ass up in the air. He put his face down and sniffed at my behind, making me giggle.

  “Daddy you’re so dirty!” I squealed. But he wasn’t done yet. His tongue snaked out and began tracing my rim, testing the resilience of the pucker with sharp jabs, before lapping wetly at the ridges.

  “Ohhh!” I sighed. The sensation was delicious, little tingles running from my ass up my spine, making my cunny gush wetly. The most Daddy had done before was to hold his finger against my anus as I came, but he never pressed too hard. Somehow, I had a feeling more was coming tonight.

  I was right. Conrad wormed a finger up to my ass, softly squeezing my cheeks to loosen me up.

  “Good girl,” he murmured against my anus, “Just relax.”

  He kept massaging my butt cheek with one hand while letting the index finger of the other trail across my pucker. It was like a butterfly touch, softly brushing across my sensitive skin. Then he began rubbing my ass with his finger, first in circular motions, but then back and forth, slowly deepening the penetration until his finger slipped inside a bit.

  “Ohh!” I moaned. He was touching such a private place, a place that no one, definitely not a man, had ever touched. Every nerve in my body seemed to tingle as he slid his finger slowly into my ass, stretching that hole, prepping me for his entry.

  “That’s a good girl,” he soothed. “Just relax.”

  My face scrunched up as he pushed in further, his massive digit penetrating deep until his finger was buried all the way in my behind. I heaved and panted below him, my breasts bobbing up and down as I tried to assimilate the sensation of being penetrated.

  Catching me off guard, my dad began edging another finger in with the first, stretching my ass even further.

  “No Daddy!” I cried, alarmed. I couldn’t do it. My bottom already felt like it was impaled on a steel shaft, and two steel shafts would be torture.

  “Shh, baby, you’re going to be okay,” he soothed, stroking my back as the second finger made its way in. “You’re going to be just fine,” he reassured me.

  His second finger burrowed in until I felt like my intestines had been breached. Slowly, he started up a rhythm in my ass, withdrawing and then pushing back slowly, loosening up my anal chamber while stirring slightly, wanting to widen it as much as possible. I panted, my mind completely focused on the sensations in my behind. I willed myself to relax, forcing my body to adjust because what was coming next was brushing against the back of my thigh, hard and hot.

  “That’s a good girl,” murmured Daddy, dropping a kiss on my shoulder as his finger thrust in and out, giving me a thorough anal fingering. Suddenly, I saw him grab his cock in one hand, and felt the tip press against my backside. It was rubbery and soft, the glans questing against the pucker, seeking entry.

  “Ughhh!” I cried, as he forced it, my anus giving way as the big head pushed its way in.

  “Shh, just relax,” Daddy soothed, stroking my butt as he focused on opening my hole. Grabbing my hips in both hands, he pushed harder into my ass, thrusting in an inch or two, and I screamed at the penetration.

  “Ow Daddy! That hurts!”

  “I know baby, but it’s just temporary. It’ll feel good soon, I promise,” he groaned as his thighs strained. I knew he was holding back because I was an anal virgin and didn’t want to push too fast. He held still for a moment, but then began moving again, and with a slight pop, my sphincter muscles gave way and his dick found its way all the way in.

  “Daddyyyyy!” I squealed, his shaft burning like a sword up my ass.

  “I know baby,” he panted hoarsely. “You’re so fucking tight.” He began pumping his hips a bit, moving back and forth, letting the dry slide of my ass rub against his massive dong. It hurt so much that I could feel tears pooling in my eyes as I gasped and strained underneath him, trying to accommodate his length and girth.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said, picking up speed. “You’re doing great.”

  Soon his hips were pistoning into me, and I put two hands up against the shower wall to brace myself against the hard and fast thrusts. My jugs were knocking back and forth, hitting the wall with each push, and the cold tile stimulated my nipples, making them tingle as my ass was pounded.

  “Oh oh oh!” I cried. “Oh Daddy!”

  He was getting close to coming, I could tell by the roar building in his chest, the way his fucking had taken on a crazed rhythm, like a train barreling down the tracks. Sure enough, I felt him thrust deep into my GI tract, his penis pulsing as he spurted rope after rope of hot cum into me, coating my intestines, the sperm hot and juicy against my insides. I creamed wetly as well, my pussy spasming hard, clenching down on itself as my ass was pummeled. I gushed wetly, my female juices splashing everywhere as I was anally reamed.

  He kept pumping, the white flowing in rapid bursts from his dick, so much that my body couldn’t contain it, and it squeezed out around his dick, trailing wetly down my thigh. I cried out in loss as I saw some of it wash down the drain, hating to waste semen.

  “You want it, don’t you baby?” he grunted.

  Wordlessly, I nodded. With a lightning fast movement, he pulled out of my ass and spun me around, forcing me down on my knees and thrusting his cock into my mouth. I squealed in surprise, the taste of my ass hot and musty on his dick, my anal chamber stinky and smelly. I choked and gasped in protest, trying to spit it out, but he held my head still.

  “Take it, little girl,” he grunted. “You deserve to eat ass.”

  Realizing my struggles were futile, I stopped fighting. I began sucking, letting the big cock fill my cheeks, overcoming my aversion and focusing instead on the trails of semen still pumping in small spurts from his dick. Soon the saltiness overwhelmed any misgivings, and I was sucking hungrily on his cock, swallowing his sperm as I tasted that hard man meat.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my head as I lapped. I got him completely clean, licking up around his shaft, nibbling his head and softly sucking his ball sack, chewing gently as I finished my ministrations.

  “Fuck, that was good,” he groaned as he braced both hands against the shower stall, his chest heaving as my tongue trailed against his softening dick. He watched as I stood up, resting my head against him, taking one male nipple in my mouth as I relaxed against his big body.

  “I need you more often,” he murmured in the stall, stroking my back after the epic fuck. “I need you i
n my bed every night.”

  “But Daddy, how is that possible?” I asked. “Mom already sleeps in your bed.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Conrad

  My stepdaughter was so fucking irresistible that the situation had taken on epic proportions. When I’d taken her virginity that first time at the hotel, I’d figured it’d be a one-time thing. I mean, I’m a forty year old man and a naïve eighteen year-old wasn’t going to be able to hold my interest.

  But she’d been so sensuous and dirty that I kept coming back for more. Girls these days just aren’t the same. Eighteen year olds are no longer sweet virgins. Instead, my stepdaughter was every bit as nasty and dirty as a hardened stripper.

  The latest incident in the shower was just an example. Not only had I taken her anal virginity, but I’d forced her to eat my cock after I plugged her ass. I knew she didn’t want to. She’d tried to draw away because it was disgusting and foul-smelling, but like an obedient bitch, she’d gotten on her knees and sucked.

  I realized that I needed to fuck Maddy every night, and Kathy was the proverbial roadblock. The woman was a fucking nuisance. Okay, more than a nuisance because we’re married, but there had to be some way to get rid of her.

  As we sat down at dinner, I could tell that Kathy suspected something. Both Maddy and I were fresh from showers, with big, satisfied smirks on our faces. Plus, Maddy wasn’t exactly discreet. She gave me what she thought was a secret smile, but I know her mom caught the look and could sense the electricity in the air.

  “Hi baby,” I said, “How was your day today?”

  Both Kathy and Maddy started answering, Maddy snapping her mouth shut when she realized that “baby” was meant for her mom.

  “It was okay,” Kathy said. “I got a lot of shopping done and caught up on East Enders, you know that sitcom from the UK? God, I love a good mini-series,” she raved. Kathy had no idea how boring I found her now. She’d been peppy and bright when I’d married her, but she was now a caricature of a trophy wife – bored and useless, but without the mindblowing sex.

  I decided plunge right in.

  “Kathy, I want a divorce,” I said.

  Both Kathy and Maddy gasped, Kathy’s mouth hanging open like a dead fish.

  “Wh- what?” she sputtered. “Why?” she asked. “I know our sex life hasn’t been that great lately, but we should talk about this … in private,” she said, nodding her head towards her daughter.

  “That’s the thing,” I replied. “We don’t need to keep anything from Maddy because she’s the reason I want a divorce. I want to start fucking Maddy every day, and with you here, I can’t.” I really wasn’t pulling any punches.

  I’d expected Kathy to start yelling and screaming, but instead she just sat quietly. “I’d figured something was going on,” she murmured. “I could tell you were getting laid somewhere else, I just wasn’t sure it was right here at home.”

  Rolling with the momentum, I said, “Well, if you already know what’s going on, then we should take this to the logical next step. I’ll have divorce papers ready for you in a week.”

  “Conrad, wait,” she replied. “Why is the logical next step divorce?”

  It was my turn to be floored. Slowly, I replied, “I’m fucking your daughter. What do you think the next step should be?”

  “Well…” her voice trailed off, looking at her daughter. “I know Maddy is hot, and … I thought you might enjoy using both of us.”

  Now it was Maddy’s turn to gasp. “Mom!” she shrieked. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that two can be better than one, and when Conrad married me, he didn’t realize that he could get you too,” she said.

  “But Mom,” gasped Maddy. “That means … we’d have to see each other naked!” she said, looking at her mom with horror.

  But I wasn’t so disgusted. I’d seen Kathy naked, and okay, she didn’t have the body of her daughter, but what forty year-old does? She was still hot, with big breasts, wide hips and a juicy, if slightly sagging ass. Besides, I kinda wanted to do two women at once. I’d done it once during my bachelor days, and the added turn-on of doing a mother-daughter duo got my motor humming.

  “That’s an idea,” I rumbled. “Could be interesting …”

  “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” gasped Maddy. “You want sleep with both of us? Simultaneously?”

  “Why not?” I said. “Everything’s worth trying once. Let’s give it a shot and see how it works out. If it’s a disaster, we can always come back to the table and renegotiate.”

  Now it was Maddy’s time to gawk at me, her mouth hanging open. “Oh my god Daddy, I can’t believe this is happening.”

  But Kathy came to the rescue. “Baby, calm down” she soothed. “We both want Conrad, and maybe the best way to settle this is to share him,” she said smoothly. “Should we go upstairs?” she said with a sly smile.

  I scooted back from the table and began loosening my fly. “After you, ladies,” I said.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Kathy

  My plan had worked. I knew Conrad had been fucking my daughter. They were so obvious about it, Maddy sneaking off constantly for their sexcapades. The thing was, I didn’t really care. Conrad was married to me, and so long as I continued to live in luxury, it didn’t matter who he fucked. If it was my daughter, then all the better for keeping it in the family.

  I just didn’t want a divorce because alimony can be terminated, and Conrad had the best lawyers. He’d find some way to cut me off, and I didn’t want to take chances. So I offered the best compromise I could – take both of us, and stay a married man.

  The idea was illicit, I know. Fucking a mom and daughter? But I had eyes and could see that Maddy was a tempting piece of ass. She looks just like I did at that age, with the blonde hair and big blue eyes, and she’d learned how to work it too, swinging her hips and walking with her breasts forward so that men fell instantly into lust.

  As Conrad closed the door to the suite, I walked up to him and slowly ran a hand down his chest.

  “Hey big boy, how do you want it?” I asked suggestively.

  “Mom!” gasped Maddy. She was shocked at my forwardness, shocked that I even knew how to flirt with a handsome man.

  I looked at her, starting to unbutton my blouse.

  “Honey, you’ve got a lot to learn, and Mommy is exactly the one to teach you …”

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  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kathy

  I really didn’t care about what my husband did with my daughter. You see, I have a tough skin because it was hard raising Maddy on my own. I was in high school when I met her dad, a merchant marine coming through town. He was so sexy, in that tight blue uniform, with a cocky smile and flashing eyes. So when he came up to me in the bar, I’d played hard to get but he knew better.

  I’d worn a red miniskirt that night, and he’d introduced himself by putting a hand on my knee, squeezing suggestively.

  “Hey,” he said. “Looking mighty slutty tonight.”

  I’d feigned outrage.

  “Fuck you asshole!” I’d huffed, spinning on the bar stool to face away from him.

  But he hadn’t been put off at all. Swiveling my bar stool back, he’d put a finger under my chin, lifting my heart-shaped face to his.

  “You’re a brat, aren’t you?” he said. “I can feel your pussy steaming from here,” he murmured with that same cocky smile, his hand on my knee once again. “Why don’t we take it outside?”

  I’d swooned inside. The guys in high school were nothing compared to the sailor. He had to be at least six four, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His pants were tight, and I could see the shape of his dick down the right side of his trousers, the huge bulge making me salivate.

  I’d had a peppy retort prepared, but when his hand slipped all the way up my skirt to brush against my panties, every thought flew out of my mind. He’d chuckled knowingly. “Outside, pussycat?” he’d said, noddin
g his head towards the door.

  I’d wordlessly slipped off the stool and joined him in the alleyway in back of the bar. There were a few couples out there already, their moans rising to fill the humid night air. It was tawdry, but such a turn-on at the same time, my introduction to the adult world. A warm gust wafted over my décolletage, my nipples tightening with anticipation as the juices of my cunny began to flow.

  The sailor didn’t waste any time. He kissed my neck, running his tongue up to my ear before nipping on the lobe, his hands already pulling one of my knees up to hitch around his waist. Somehow my bustier dropped away altogether and I was bare from the waist up.

  “Oh my god!” I squealed, futilely trying to cover my breasts.

  But it was too late for modesty. The sailor just laughed and pulled me further into the darkness. “No one can see you baby, relax,” he murmured. He pushed my shoulders back a bit in order to view my breasts.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “Heavy and full, just the way I like them,” circling one of my nipples with his fingers. It was true. In the last year, I’d developed from a skinny, gangly adolescent into full-fledged jailbait. My figure was still slim, but I had luscious Double-D breasts with a narrow waist and full hips. My hair was so blonde that it was almost white, and I had big blue eyes and a pouty mouth to match.

  The outfit I’d picked that night was part of my new-found adult wardrobe. I’d given up the tomboy clothes of my past, instead decking myself out in short skirts, high heels and revealing tops. That day, I’d worn one of my favorite outfits, a black push-up bustier with a short red skirt and candy-red heels to match.

  Too bad the bustier was somewhere on the floor in that dirty alleyway, it’d been my favorite. But the merchant marine kept me distracted. He rolled my nipples in his big fingertips, squeezing gently before pulling and twisting sensuously. I threw my head back with delirious pleasure, lightning bolts shooting straight from my nipples to my cunt. He then weighed my breasts in the palms of his hands, testing their fullness.