Three Beasts: A Dark Fairytale MFMM Menage Romance
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Table of Contents
Title Page
Description
Dedication
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From The Authors
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
A Special Treat from the Authors
The Virgin Market
Jailbait
Men of the House
Dirty Daddy
Girl For Rent
Three Beasts
A Dark Fairytale Ménage Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Description
Dedication
To Hollie Caillat.
Also By Naughty Angel Publishing
Alexis Angel
Cunning Linguist
Single TV Dad
Sevensome
Head Hunter
Blessed
Offense & Defense
Princely Passions
Lust Muscle
The Biggest Licker
Cindersmellya
100 Days
24 Inches
Stories From The 6 Train
Mr. President
Dirty Daddy
D.I.L.F.
12 Inches
Python
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Red & Blue
Jailbait
Abby Angel
Secrets & Silk
Hit & Run
Boxers & Briefs
Profit & Lace
Mergers & Acquisitions
Woman of the House
Men of the House
Dark Angel
Murder/Love
Hostile Work Environment
B.I.L.F.
Dr. Single Dad
Two Beasts
Buyer’s Market
Gambling For the Virgin
The Virgin Market
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A Note From The Authors
Lana and I (Alexis) write together as Dark Angel and this was one of the most fun books we have ever written, particularly when it comes to the book we write as Dark Angel. This one is wild. Bikers and a lucky dancer. THREE bikers. Yeah.
We wrote a lot of chapters on this sexy read and we really love it! It is honestly a little different than anything else that you might have read from us. We’re hardly writers if we don’t keep stretching our muscles, though, and this was a fun experiment for us.
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Chapter 1
Wade
“Oh my God! Your cock is so fucking huge!” the girl says as she wraps her fingers around my cock. I glance down at her as she strokes me, flashing her a half-baked smile, and then looking back out into the main room.
“I just … ugh. Just seeing you walk in makes me want to drop down to my knees every time, Wade,” she continues on, not taking the hint from me. I grab the sides of her head and press her mouth down on my cock to shut her up. She accepts it into her mouth without any question, slobbering and slurping, trying to deep-throat my twelve inches and failing as she gags on me.
She’s one of the long time workers here at Honeypot, the biker strip club I own. She’s not a great dancer, but I feel bad for her, as many times as I’ve heard her life story, so I throw her a ‘bone’ so to speak, every once in a while. I’m getting more and more tired of her insistence though. She’s older than I prefer, and despite her great shape, she doesn’t have that stripper charm. She barely passes for a stripper, really, and I would've fired her ages ago if it weren’t for sheer pity.
Fucking ironic, huh? Most people cower in fear whenever they see me walk into a room, and here I am, pitying people.
I look across the table at Jason and Alex, two other members of the most notorious biker gang in the area, our own ‘MC.’ Jason meets my gaze and nearly laughs, knowing exactly what’s going through my mind. Alex would do the same if he weren’t completely blocked by the dancer busy riding his cock. A brown haired head pops up next to Jason from underneath the table.
“How am I, baby?” she asks, wiping the spit from her mouth.
“Huh? Oh, uhh,” Jason looks down at her. “Keep going, I’ll let you fucking know, okay?” I suppress my own laugh as he shoves her head back under the table.
This is why I love the Honeypot. No boundaries inside these fours wall.
“Alright, that’s fine,” I tell the stripper, ready to push her off my cock. This isn’t doing it for me. I’m about ready to stand up when I hear a door slam shut. Alex, Jason, and myself all turn to look at the source of the
noise.
And there she is. This placed is called the Honeypot, and that girl … she’s the honey.
We are graced to see Zeva walking out onto the main stage in a tight black dress showing off every curve of her fantastic body. She steps up to the pole sensually, tossing her hips from side to side to tease every onlooker staring in the club.
And everyone is staring.
We all watch carefully as she peels her dress off, moving and swaying to the music. Then, she takes a quick spin on the pole that leaves us reeling, and you can almost feel the temperature inside the Honeypot rising.
“Fuck. What I wouldn’t do for even just a day with her,” Jason says quietly.
The girl on Alex’s lap lets out a light yelp. “Did you just get that much harder in me?” Alex only responds by shoving her off. He tosses her a wad of cash and shoos her off while pulling up his pants. She looks incredibly offended, but still scoops up the money before storming off in a huff. Of course.
“Yeah, you can drop that notion,” Alex says. “Being the daughter of the MC president means something … even if he’s dead.”
“Yeah, but you gotta admit, a virgin that fucking hot makes you want her even more,” Jason says, pulling up his own pants over his cock, pushing the dancer that was deepthroating him out of the way. She looks incredibly disappointed. She looks up at him with pleading eyes but he ignores her completely, so she walks away.
“Hey, we’re talking. Go get a drink or something, okay?” I say to the girl who's been dribbling over my lap. I tuck my cock back into my jeans and toss a wad of money at her. She snatches it up with a shrug and walks over to the bar.
I turn to the two. “A virgin stripper though, yeah? Can’t be as innocent as she comes off when you talk to her, I think. I’ve seen the eyes she gets when she looks at a real man.” I glance down at my cock for emphasis before looking back to Zeva.
Alex and Jason can talk about her all they want, but I really know how to work a girl. There’s more than just a single worn out stripper begging for my cock. Girls throw themselves at me for just a chance to run their fingers down my abs. Hell I’ve walked into a room and had a man’s wife of 10 years hanging off my bicep in five minutes. And the little bitch boy thanked me for ‘kick starting his wife’s sex drive.’
Once a girl gets a peek at my bulge, that’s when the panties really drop. All I have to do is walk past a group of girls and I hear moans and squeals. You can practically hear their fucking panties soak right there on the street while they whisper ‘goddamn python’ as I walk past. It’s not like virgins are any different than old whores either. This one old, bald businessman dropped a full grand to get his 25-year-old little daughter laid for the first time. She wasn’t even ugly, just socially awkward. Yeah, I fucked all that awkwardness out of her. Two months later she was in my club begging for another round, and even a job. No way I’d hire her, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Zeva is a different creature, though. It’s not even about the fact that she’s the former president’s daughter. It’s that … well, she’s Zeva.
She’s drop dead gorgeous, and none of us had any idea to what degree … until she finally got talked into standing in when one of the dancers overdosed and ended up in the hospital for the weekend. When she first stepped up on stage she was a bit shy, but when she took that jacket off every single cock in the room hit the bottom of the table they were sitting at. That was when we all knew, including Zeva herself, this is what she was meant to do.
That was also the moment I knew I had to have her.
It’s not about the fuck. It’s about her. She’s perfect; she’s just the right amount of innocent, and she’s a fucking goddess among whores here. Don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of lust for her in my loins, but it’s a mountain I just have to climb.
Chapter 2
Zeva
There’s something to be said for getting paid to wiggle your body around. And, boy, do I get paid just being around these horndogs all day!
Moving to the rhythm of the music, free from the restriction of any clothing, and just able to enjoy myself all day; it’s all pretty fantastic, if you ask me. What I truly love, though, is the look in their eyes when they watch me. Seeing them stare, taking in my every move ... A simple drop of my shoulder just sets them off, and that drives me wild.
What does upset me, though, is that everyone treats me like some sort of trophy.
My father was the former MC president, so I’m suddenly the ‘boss’s daughter.’ To make matters worse, he died in action and now I’m treated as a fragile little thing. C’mon—I’m no prude. I have some dirty thoughts, just like the rest of them. I just … haven’t met the right guy yet, I guess?
But, oh, having every eye in the building sure gets me wet though. Some of the guys are actually too shy (even as bikers, if you can believe that), and won’t even stand up until their boner subsides. Other guys flaunt it (not that they always have something to show), but just seeing the way everyone reacts is a huge turn-on.
As I walk in for the day I survey the room like usual, and as always every eye in the house is on me as I take the stage. Three guys in particular catch my eye, though. I immediately recognize the bar owner and new president of MC, but I’ve never talked to him at length. Sitting across from him are the VP and who I think is the sergeant, but it’s hard to tell with one of the girls riding his cock. She does look like she’s having a nice time at least. I’m actually kind of jealous; some days I feel like I just want to fuck every guy in the room. Not that any of them have the balls to do it, anyway.
As I step up to the front of the stage and start my dance I have a higher viewpoint. I take off my clothes and move around the stage, and I see them each dismiss a girl from their table, two of which I hadn’t realized were there, and I get a brief glimpse of three enormous cocks before they’re each tucked away. I feel my knees shake slightly as they stare, and I start to work my dance up even more just for them. I feel my pussy start to leak at the thought of fucking any of them, and I hope I don’t drip down my legs for everyone to see.
Or, at least, everyone but them.
I find my mind taken completely by the thought of these men taking me for my very first time. Images of being bent over, of rocking my hips on top of them, of being pressed down by their thickly muscled bodies, all flashing through my mind. As I twirl on the pole I suddenly get an image in my mind—all three of them shoving their cocks into me all at once. I nearly slip off and fall, completely distracted from my dance. I recover with a deft maneuver, knowing nobody but some of the more seasoned dancers would've even noticed something went wrong.
That moment though … thinking about being wrapped tight by their sweating bodies, their huge cocks thrusting into my sopping pussy, my tight ass, and my throat all at once … oh, it’s just too much. I’m going crazy just imagining it. I’ve never had thoughts like this before, and I’m a little taken aback. Watching them stare up at me, their eyes flickering with every move of my hips, I just can’t help it. I can tell they don’t think of me as some fragile flower like the rest of the guys here.
They know how to handle a woman; I can see that in their eyes. And, God, I want them like I’ve never wanted anyone.
I make eye contact with the president and start to put on a special show, just for the three of them. I start to rub my body more sensually, less of a dance and more just showing off. I twirl on the pole, and then slide down with extreme grace, exchanging eye contact with each of the men, grinding my hips on the pole, slowly becoming less and less sensual, and raunchier. I want them to know this isn’t for tips. I can get any amount of ones, fives, and tens from every guy in the club.
This is about much more.
I put my back to the pole and bite my lip as I stare at them. More and more images of them fucking me in every way possible fly through my mind as I slide my ass down the pole. I kneel fully and place one hand on each knee, my knees pointing directly toward their table, and then pu
sh my knees open. I do it painfully slow, showing off every inch of thigh to them. I spread my legs to a full 180 degrees, displaying my dripping pussy, and then kick my legs out while still spread to land on my ass. I pull my legs up above my head and wrap my ankles around the pole, showing all three both of my virgin holes, taunting and tantalizing them.
The message is unmistakable.
I’ve heard every joke there is about being a virgin stripper, and I’m getting tired of it. Maybe the issue hasn’t been finding the right GUY but … the right guys? Wouldn’t that just take the cake, a virgin stripper getting fucked by three hardened biker gang guys with what looks like at least 30 inches of cock between them?
It’s looking like three is my lucky number tonight.
Every time the thought passes through my head it’s looking more and more like I need to play the game tonight. What else am I waiting for? I can’t waste a chance like this, right?
Chapter 3
Jason
Watching Zeva is absolutely enchanting.
Wade, Alex, and I are all staring, pretty comfortable with the fact that we all have enough tent space pitched in our pants to house an entire Boy Scout troop between us. We quickly realize she’s staring at us, and that she probably has been since well before we dismissed our respective consorts. Not that it’s a huge concern. It’s well known that any of us could pull down any pussy that walks in here, and between the three of us I’m pretty certain everyone but Zeva has worn our cum.
Zeva, though ... she’s a different story. We all want her and it’s no secret. Everyone does, let’s be honest, but she deserves the top. That’s exactly what we are, both literally and figuratively. I’ve been Wade’s right hand almost from the very beginning; it was only a few months after Zeva’s dad died that the dumbass old VP went on a suicide mission trying to avenge him. That’s old news though, and I get the feeling Zeva is tired of playing princess.
To further confirm my guess she starts to put on a pretty different show up on stage. It’s no longer a dance. She’s taunting us. Daring us to do what everyone else is too chicken shit to do. I don’t know about Alex for sure, but Wade and I would gun anyone down for the chance to climb mount V.