Of course, the gala was also being held in our “home,” the Venetian Palace. This place is awesome, hands down. Two hundred plus rooms, countless pieces of priceless artwork, and period furniture so rare, so costly, that we didn’t sit in it anymore, display purposes only. And speaking of display, we’d brought out all the finery tonight, pulled out all the stops: crowns, scepters, royal insignias, it was all laid out on a giant red cushion by the dais for partygoers to view.
Because of course we don’t actually use the stuff, it’s ceremonial only. For example, each member of my family has a crown, sure, but no one puts them on their heads because they’re too ornate, too heavy, and really just for show, not to mention this shit has to be surrounded by guards all the time. There are just too many jewels studded on the headpieces, the rubies flashing, emeralds glinting, not to mention the Koh-i-Nur diamond itself, as big as a robin’s egg, glittering on the frontpiece of the King’s crown.
So yeah, there were a lot of guards milling about, unobtrusively for the most part, except the Legionnaires. The Legionnaires are a select group of soldiers cum bodyguards who act as personal body men for the royal family. Having just inducted two new Legionnaires, Kato and Karl, into my personal service, we were using the White Gala to celebrate their induction formally, throw a bash to introduce them to high society. And I could see them across the room, a swarm of women surrounding them hungrily, gazing up at the tall, dominant figures like they were gods come to Earth.
So yeah, Karl and Kato are my “employees” so to say, but it goes further than that. The twins are genuinely cool dudes, intelligent, alert and discreet, which is obviously key for someone in their position, someone with unfettered access to privileged people and information. And I’ve been able to trust them as we explored the relationship, to the point where we’ve worked out a system to seamlessly combine the personal and professional.
During the day, the twins trail me to royal functions, meeting dignitaries, cutting ribbons, the countless meetings that I attend as a representative of the crown. Yep, those two dudes, their glowering presences and massive builds are perfect as bodyguards, keeping anyone and everyone in line.
And then at night, we decamp to their apartment on the outskirts of the City where they live with our beautiful girl Tina. And that’s when the fucking gets going, things heating up from zero to a hundred in two seconds flat. Because where Tina goes is where we go, and there are no exceptions, she’s the glue that keeps us together, the star that we all revolve around. Shit, if we didn’t have her … well, I can’t even remember what life was like pre-Tina now.
So we’ve settled into a routine of sorts, a happy order of events that repeats, each day blurring into the next, day after night after day of productive work mixed with oh-so-satisfying fucking. Take last Tuesday for instance. During the day we’d been out at some event meeting foreign dignitaries, Karl and Kato looked on over my shoulder, making sure everything was kosher as I shook hands, discussed trade deals, did the regular prince-type stuff. But it’d been exhausting and we were looking forward to getting back to our best girl, unwinding with a couple glasses of wine and a wet pussy, ready, willing and open.
So I practically ran down the hallway to their apartment, my dick on fire. It’s a nice place, nothing super fancy, but more than enough for the time-being because I could hardly move them into the Venetian Palace without anyone noticing. Sure, Karl and Kato could live in the guardhouse dorms, but that was no place to stash our beautiful brunette, and I wanted her happy, out in the open, smiling and cooing. So for now, it was this set-up on the outskirts of the city, where few lived and even fewer noticed.
And our footsteps grew faster, our nostrils perking as we approached the front door because the girl had been anticipating us, the smell of spaghetti sauce aromatic in the hallway, making us salivate. Don’t get me wrong, Tina’s no dummy, she’s not just sitting at home every day waiting for us to get back. She’s been working at Roma Outreach full-time, pursuing her dream of non-profit work, and it was the cherry on top that our girl was a good cook too, looking after us, taking the time to whip up meals from scratch after a long day at the office. God. The brunette’s caring nature, her willingness to put in another couple hours at home after working with clients, I guess it really gets to me, you know? I’ve never met someone so selfless, so considerate, so devoted to her man … or men in this case.
But never underestimate our best girl because she’s a dirty horny little slut, just the way we like it. And sure enough, when I flung open the door, there stood the brunette, on display, wearing nothing but the tiniest of aprons covering her snatch, with a spatula in one hand as a funny prop.
“Hi honeys,” she cooed, wiggling her butt, showing off the jiggling flanks, big boobs creamy and trembling, fat nipples stiff already. Undoubtedly she’d been touching herself, stroking those pebbles until they were hard as rocks, ready to be sucked. “You happy to see me?” she giggled.
And oh shit, I lost it then. Because Tina was absolutely gorgeous, and that fucking apron wasn’t more than a piece of cloth over her kitty, the ruffles grazing her lips, the sash around her waist emphasizing that narrow waist, her wide hips, all topped off with a bow in back.
And oh god, those legs. Yeah, those high heels were fuck-me-licious, showing off toned calves and meaty thighs, the kind like drumsticks, ready to be bitten and devoured before heading to the main course.
So of course my dong popped out to full length, the rod demanding, fucking hard and heavy, ready to ream her right then and there. It amazes me still. Despite the fact that we’ve taken her a hundred times by now, the three donkeys were ready to go in mere seconds at the sight of our beautiful girl.
And Tina knew it too, giggling as she bent over again, sinuously leaning over, running her hands down her long, golden legs before stretching back up, caressing her flanks and putting a hand on each butt cheek.
Smiling slyly, never breaking eye contact, she pulled the creamy orbs apart, exposing everything from ass to clit while giving a wiggle.
“Is that your cell, or are you just happy to see me?” she cooed, mischief in her eyes. And oh god, but she was so gorgeous, the pink delight pulsing, walls already dripping with desire, a small bit of cream collecting in her hole before sliding off her puss to fall to the ground, the long string gooey and oozing, utterly delicious.
“Time to eat, boys,” she giggled again, and we were on her at once, our tongues jammed into her pussy hole, her ass, her mouth, licking her nipples, caressing her nub, touching everywhere and anywhere we wanted.
“Ohhh,” the brunette sighed, throwing her head back. “Oh god, yeah there.”
But it was impossible to say where exactly because the three of us were like hungry dogs, ravaging her, ravishing her in every single sweet space. We were on the kitchen floor now, no time to get to a couch or bed, Tina stretched out before us like a feast.
I licked her cunt, tasting that sweet fiery tang, the pink lips fleshy and pulsing while Kato and Karl took a breast in each hand, massaging, stroking, pinching and tugging on those hard nips.
“Oh oh oh!” she moaned when I forked my tongue up that sweet snatch, letting her cream run down my throat. Fuck, there was just so much of it, my lips and chin covered in female essence, my dick tip already dripping like a faucet, everything wet and ready.
But we wanted her more than ready because it was time – for her to take us all at once. Sure, we shake it up, sometimes she does three in a row, each of our dicks releasing before the next guy takes over, and that’s all good, I love the feel of used pussy, sloppy and wet with another guy’s semen sloshing out.
But sometimes we want to use all her holes simultaneously, stuff all her orifices at once, making sure she was crammed full of dick, perfectly air-tight. And tonight was one of those nights, we’d been talking about it in the car ride over, and Tina was in for a triple whammy.
So I backed up for a minute, looking her in the eye, the contact electric even as she panted and gasped with the twins sucking her breasts, stroking her curves.
“What is it Kristian? Why’d you stop?” she managed breathlessly.
And her pussy agreed, her vaginal hole winking at me, her clit waving as if begging me to come back. But each step in its own good time.
“Pull your knees up, baby,” I growled. “Pull them up real high.”
And the girl sighed breathlessly while obeying. She split her legs as wide as she could and lifted upwards and outwards until those shapely pins formed a perfect vee, toes pointed towards the ceiling.
I helped her a bit, rolling her back further until both her snatch and anus were in clear view. Because that’s what I really wanted. I wanted that ass, that brown pucker to use hard, pummel like a drum with every fiber of my being.