037. Becoming Trish's Pet - part 4

Of course she hadn't been satisfied thoroughly yet; she had only just begun. As waves from her climax rippled through her and the convulsions eased, Trish found herself in dire need of a greater fulfillment. She had a hunger that had not even been introduced as of yet, a hunger so strong she ached for it. Her mind and soul screamed for it, for the satisfaction of total fulfillment. 

 

"Please, Mi…Please Master, I beg of you to unleash my hands. I need… I need to touch you, you and Paul. I need to feel you move with me, against me, inside of me." Her tone was hushed, yet her breath was heavy. Her body thrashed on the silken sheets each time the urge for contact engulfed her.

 

A knowing look, brighter than any candle, had lit the bedroom when Mike glanced at Paul. He could read Paul's mind, and the thoughts running through it had him hot, smoldering for Trish's touch. The sight of her fingertips against his abdomen or, better yet, grabbing at his ass as he thrust slowly into her mouth was more than he could handle. 

 

"Dear God, man! Uncuff her already. You heard her; she's so goddamn hot for the both of us she is going to explode. And what a waste that would be for her to do it all on her own without the help of either of us. Just think what we would miss out on."

 

Before Mike released Trish's hands, he had removed the blindfold. He needed to see her eyes when she pleaded for release and pleaded for contact. With the blindfold raised to her brow, she pleaded once more. The obvious hunger that burned into his soul exploded in her gaze. He knew she had spoken from the heart when she asked for release. 

 

He knew she probably wasn't thinking too clearly, but that the lust and thick scent of arousal had driven her and spoken for her and that was good enough for him. Paul rubbed his cock in anticipation as he watched the silver metal slip from her wrists and slide off the mattress just to rest against the headboard in case they were needed anymore that night.

 

Previously, when Mike and Paul had discussed pleasuring Trish, Mike had made it perfectly clear that his would be the only cock buried inside her, but Paul could take her any other way as long as it wasn't forced. They both agreed that the final decision had to be Trish's. Confident in his arousal, Paul was fine with that decision. Never had he experienced a woman turning him down for any sexual request. And he couldn't see Trish refusing him either.

 

Trish rubbed her skin on each wrist. The metal of the cuffs had left an indentation in her skin, and rubbing it had eased the irritation. She jerked her hand away when Mike reached to help. That action was cause for alarm on both the men's faces until a wicked grin lifted the ends of her lips and she replaced the blindfold and returned to her position. Her legs were still confined to the chains that dangled from the ceiling, but the cushion wedged beneath her needed readjusting before either man could continue.

 

Once Mike was certain Trish was comfortable again, he began taunting her to writhe for him again. He loved the way her body slithered against the silk covering his mattress. She was like a tigress beckoning her mate. Even the purrs had gotten to him when they mutated into lustful growls. The thick arousal quickly returned when Trish announced, her tone laced with a deep seduction, "I want a cock." Her mouth opened, and her tongue slithered out as she turned her head toward Paul. Invitingly, she moistened her lips. Her arms remained above her head until she felt his heat and smelled his scent, and then she reached for him.

 

The sight of her soft lips engulfing another man's cock enthralled Mike. He wasn't sure how he'd react to that when he had planned all this but knew he would deal with it for the sheer fact that this had to be Trish's night. He hoped she would do it for him with another woman if he could do it for her. All ideas from his planning had exited his mind, and they were going off sheer desire of what felt good at the moment.

 

Trish was amazed that she hadn't felt any remorse for having another man pleasure her while with Mike. She'd always been a one-man woman; however, since this gift had been given so freely, she was damned well going to enjoy it. I'll deal with the consequences later if this was just a test of my fidelity. That thought quickly flickered from her mind with the taste of Paul between her lips, stretching them, awakening her taste buds. She could feel every vein as his thickness filled her and stretched her. A hard swallow relaxed her throat so she could take him deeper.

 

Trish's position was awkward for Paul as he tried to reposition himself for deeper penetration of her soft suction. Kneeling beside her on the mattress afforded him visibility of her form, but the inches that separated them had been too great for him; he needed her closer to him. After one long gaze over her titillating flesh, stopping just as Mike had peaked another orgasm with his face buried in her soft, delicate folds, Paul stretched out over her. Their joined bodies formed a T as Mike's gaze traveled her quivering contours.

 

"Come for me, my pet. Flood my tongue with your womanly wilds." Mike's words vibrated against her sensitive folds. With Paul's cock buried in her mouth and Mike's face buried in her pussy, her second climax of the evening had overpowered her. She lapped and sucked the sumptuous shaft that throbbed between her lips, and before she could push him off her, he'd separated himself from her, and his hot fluid erupted over her breasts. A smile curved Paul's lips when he felt her hand reach between them to spread his semen into her heated flesh.

 

Paul had been forewarned of Trish's shortcomings when the topic of how he would be satisfied in their games of seduction arose prior to the event. "She'd had a terrible experience early in her adult life, and it traumatized her, so when she gets you off, I would appreciate if you would pull out and come over her breasts, anywhere as long as it's not in her hair or on her face, and definitely not in her mouth. Trust me. I learned the hard way not to come there. Besides, we have to make her feel at ease with this, or she'll freeze up every time I suggest a continuation after tonight. I don't want that, do you?"

 

Paul had agreed and never wanted to cause any woman grief when giving pleasure; besides, that's not where he wanted to expel his seed. He was thrilled to watch her fingers manipulate the thick fluid into her skin. He'd felt another burst of energy as his cock twitched in his hand at that sight.

 

After her second climax and Paul's first, it was now time for Mike to give his woman a special treat. He knew there would be times of awkwardness that night, and the coming scene was to be one of them. He wanted to give her the orgasm of her life. Recalling a discussion that had brought on this entire evening of sexual exploration, Trish's words flooded his mind. 

 

"It's always been a fantasy of mine to experience a double orgasm. I'd never heard of such a thing until one of the girls at work had been overheard thanking her lover for the fun of the previous night. She'd said several times that having a double orgasm was the best kind of sex. I can't remember her exact words, but I think you get my meaning. "Mike had heard somewhere of a woman having multiple orgasms but never a double and had to resort to the internet to find his answer but was thankful that he had. He knew it was possible but just wasn't sure he could do it, especially if the third partner was a man.

 

When Mike discussed it with Paul, he'd given some suggestions. "I could be behind her, and you could use that huge pink dick you purchased. It might be a bit cramped, but I think we can pull it off. If not, at least it will be fun trying." His eyes lit up with lust and desire as the last word rolled off his tongue.

 

"How are you feeling, my pet?" Mike showed his concern when Trish had stopped her writhing against him.

 

"I'm fine, perfect. I want more." Breathless and aching, her body begged for more. She was so close to making her fantasy a reality she could taste it.

 

The flicker of the candlelight that once danced across the walls had faded. The music that filtered through the thick arousal-scented air had diminished, and Trish's legs, once firm and muscle-toned, rested limp in the restraints. Her arms strewn at her sides begged for rest. Her mouth was parched, making speech difficult.

 

"Perhaps we should take a break for a few. I know I would like a nice cold drink right about now. How about you two?"

 

Exhausted, Trish's head nodded, her tongue wetting her dry lips. "C'mon, man. She's been in these things long enough for one scene. I, for one, think she deserves a break." Paul's gaze and words warmed her heart. It was comforting to hear the care and consideration in his voice. But Trish knew it would be her Master's final decision. Only if he'd thought she deserved a break would she get one.

 

"Have you had enough for one night, my pet?" His words licked at her senses. Her pussy ached, but it hadn't been an ache from too much attention. Quite the contrary, she hadn't had enough, but the thought of a nice cold drink to wet her lips and moisten her throat sounded wonderful.

 

Mike repeated his concern, "Have you had enough for one night?" Trish diverted her eyes to his. The dryness in her throat wasn't severe enough to prevent her from speaking, and she'd made it clear to both of them that she hadn't been satisfied yet, but that a short break sounded great to her.

 

"As you wish, my pet." Mike sauntered around the bed and unlatched the restraints from the ceiling chains, but not from around her ankles. "You are just too damn sexy with those on, so I'm going to leave them there. Aaah, yes, that too," was his reply when Trish pointed to the spreader. 

 

Not that she minded because to see Mike's eyes each time he would look at her, the lust, the desire, and the overwhelming power they held over her made her hot, so fucking hot she could barely stand it. She could see his chest rise and fall with each glance. The more he glanced at her, the deeper his breath and the hotter his gaze upon her.

 

"Hey man, I have an idea." His deep, handsome voice echoed from the kitchen as Paul spoke to Mike, and Trish could overhear most, but not all of the conversation.

 

"What's up, man?"

 

"You have ice cubes, right?"

 

"Yes, what's your plan? Mike knew Paul had a plan different from getting a drink, a drink of alcohol at least. Then he'd walked to the freezer and grabbed the tray of ice, dumping several cubes into a bowl and returning to the bedroom.

 

"I changed my mind. Is that okay? If you aren't okay with this, just let me know, man, and I'll ease off. But I must admit, your woman seems quite the exhibitionist, and I think she'll enjoy receiving this as much as you'll enjoy watching and I'll enjoy giving."

 

Mike could swear he'd seen the heat radiate from Trish's flesh at the first sight of that cube of ice glistening between Paul's teeth. Her back arched as if to bring herself closer to the thrill of the tease as Paul sauntered over to her; the cool, crisp drips of water as they dripped from the cube had Trish on her back and moaning once again.

 

Trish grinned as Paul neared her aching flesh. Her nipples had become erect once again in anticipation of the sensations the ice would bring. When he got close enough, he removed the ice from his mouth and grazed it teasingly over her nipples, around her pert breasts, and then back up to her collarbone. He had never seen his woman writhe so much. A slight tinge of jealousy bit at Mike's ego seeing his woman react to Paul's advances. 

 

"Mmmm. You like it like this, don't you?" Paul scooped a second piece of ice between his fingers to replace the melted one as he licked the trickling water from between her breasts. "See, man, she's lovin' this. Are you going to join me, or just watch?"

 

Mike was enjoying the vision of Trish and Paul enough that it hadn't bothered him to sit back and watch. That is, until he heard the distinct groan of a woman wanting her man. "Oooh baby, join him!"

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