038. Becoming Trish's Pet - part 5

With the chains and hooks removed from the bed, Mike made his way to Trish's hands, releasing them as well. "Would you like the blindfold on or off?" A wicked grin raised one side of his mouth. Trish knew that grin; she'd seen it the first time they explored each other.

 

That grin had meant his mind was working overtime getting his body ready to drive her insane with movements that were close to cataclysmic. She didn't need that, for she had been so close to climax several times that all it would take this time is merely his breath upon her sex and she'd be screaming his name. But that's not what Mike had in mind for her.

 

He knew Paul would have her pussy well lubricated by now and her juices trickling down to her ass. He was ready for the final step of her seduction and planned for her to succumb to the ecstasy both men would deliver one last time. Mike motioned to Paul that he was ready to switch places. He wanted to save her pussy for the blow that would take her to peak and have her riding the waves of orgasmic pleasure for quite some time.

 

A soft disgruntled moan escaped her lips when Paul released her thighs. A frown emerged, and her gaze saddened. Paul's attempt to satisfy her momentarily eased her agony when he slid his hand across her sweet sex, pressing firmly enough to spark the erotic movements once more. "Damn, man. We better do something quick, or I'm gonna come just from listening to her. She's killing me," his tone urgent, his cock thick and pulsating to the extent of becoming painful. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been so hard, so aroused.

 

Mike moved to straddle her stomach, thinking that would be the best way for him to reach her mouth while Paul prepared her backside. However, his weight was too much for Trish to bear; not to mention it was quite uncomfortable and awkward for him as well. "Get off me," her breath heavy, erratic as she pushed against his chest with her palms.

 

"Get up and follow me," her tone a growl now.

 

Paul remained at her backside as close as he could so as to retain the contact he'd achieved. Mike's gaze met Trish's when she scooted from the silken sheets and bent over, reaching into his box of goodies where he'd placed the chains and other restraints. She grabbed a handful of metal and leather and then sauntered to the end of the bed. Without warning, she'd grabbed the leather cuffs and placed them on either wrist and hooked them together before she pointed to the ceiling for Mike to secure the chain to the eye hook above her head.

 

"Holy shit," Paul's gasp generated a wicked smile that curved Trish's lips.

 

I bet they are loving this unexpected turn of events. The thoughts running through her head as she gazed into Paul's eyes made her pussy wetter and erected her nipples to an unbelievable hardness.

 

The shock wasn't just for the men; Mike had a surprise of his own when he lifted Trish to the mattress and then chained her ankles so they would remain apart without using the spreader bar. He'd wanted to have the option of lying between her thighs without having that metal pole digging in his back. Each ankle had been chained to the bedposts, allowing little movement, if any. A soft, tantalizing kiss heightened her desire before Mike gave Paul the go-ahead to finish what he'd started moments before.

 

Trish was instructed to lean forward for two reasons. The first, so Paul could have better access to her ass, and the second, so that she could reach Mike's cock without him having to strain. "That's it, my pet. Come, please your Master.

 

Mike's words ignited a fire deep within her loins, her sex, and her soul. Her body arched as she positioned herself in front of his cockhead. With her tongue, she slowly lapped the droplets of his seed that trickled over the tip. "Ah, yes. That's it. Take it nice and slow. We've got all night, love. You are doing a splendid job. Just keep it up."

 

Trish knew she'd have no problem keeping anything they offered her up as long as Paul didn't stop his slow sensual thrusts deep into her ass. She'd known he was only using his finger, and her body ached for more but wanted the sensations to last so much longer, which wouldn't happen if he inserted himself fully into her. She wanted it, just not quite yet.

 

"God, I want to fuck your sweet ass. Jesus, you are so tight. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll even fit inside of you at this point." Paul's movements were slow and steady as he watched her devour his friend's cock while his own had been screaming for release for quite some time already.

 

Mike could feel his own cock twitch as he listened to Paul's confessions. Not one to normally guesstimate size or know his friend's measurements, Mike pictured Pau to be as well endowed as he was. At seven inches and very thick, Mike had been complimented before on his cock and its ability to pleasure a woman. He could hardly wait to show her.

 

Oh God, I wish I could show him what I wanted. Her desire to have Paul deep inside her peaked. The position of her feet allowed little room for repositioning herself, yet enough slack afforded her vertical movements. She'd risen to her toes and bent her knees, and in doing so, pushed Paul's finger deeper inside.

 

"Are you trying to tell me something, sweet thing?" His words forced a rush of heat through her, and she repeated her movements, all the while keeping her lips secured around Mike's shaft.

 

The air thickened; heat and arousal fused. The erotic scent of desires yet to be sated wafting heavily forced Paul to listen to and follow through on his interpretation of Trish's movements. Finally! Overjoyed and aroused beyond belief, Paul removed his finger only long enough to grab the desensitizing gel beside him and thoroughly coat the tip of it with the cold gel before reinserting it. Within moments he'd removed said intruder, replacing it with the head of his cock.

 

Ever so slowly he eased forward. She was very tight but very interested in more. A slight wince forced his withdrawal, but a soft moan and sway of her hips pleaded for his return. Damn! This isn't going to be easy, but it has to be done if we're going to make her scream and call us back again.

 

As the muscles relaxed and Trish relaxed, Paul inched deeper. Perspiration glistened on his forehead, evidence of his labor and arousal. A touch of envy bit him when he'd imagined the thrill of taking her vaginally. The conversation played in his mind of Mike reiterating Trish's desires that only Mike would enter her there. That lucky bastard. But maybe, just maybe, she'll change her mind and want to experience what I have to offer. She must be as tight there as here. Fuck! I want that too. A growl escaped, his face contorted as he continued his mission.

 

"Harder!" Trish's plea was intense; her erratic breath and her insatiable desire beckoned Paul to complete her. The deeper she moaned, the harder his thrust.

 

Each thrust of Paul into her backside pushed Mike's cock deeper into Trish's mouth. She was in heaven, or at least the closest she'd come so far. Paul's pace quickened, his pulse pounded and set the rhythm of his thrusts, and before he could control himself, his urge to come had overtaken him. Trembling hands grabbed at her hips, and he pulled her back against him when his orgasm peaked. His seed flowed freely pump after pump until he had emptied his supply.

 

Exhausted, he collapsed to his knees in an effort to catch his breath and regain enough strength to continue. "That was fucking amazing, woman." While his body recovered, his mind replayed the previous events. Holy shit! The sins that have taken place here tonight. We're all going to hell, I guarantee it. Paul had always wondered why society considered events such as this a horrible sin.

 

He'd just had the best sexual experience he'd ever dreamed of, and they weren't through yet. His body begged for rest, but his wandering mind begged for more. He knew he had not totally satisfied the woman before him, and he hadn't planned on leaving her disappointed. He had never left a woman that way and wasn't about to start tonight.

 

The erratic suction on his cock wasn't what he'd expected, but Mike knew Trish couldn't control her movements when being taken from behind in such a manner. Besides, he had no intention of coming in her this way. He'd waited an entire week to gain access to her soft, tight sex once again, to pleasure and tease her with his girth. There wasn't any way in hell he was going to waste a moment like this. As Trish calmed from her adventure, her legs weak, her heart beating, Mike thanked her for a job well done as he eased from her lips' grip.

 

"Are you okay back there, buddy?" A lean to his left brought Paul into his vision. A smile plastered across his face made apparent that he'd been thoroughly sated, his gaze centered on Trish's mouth as she released another treat.

 

"Fuck yeah," a breathless sigh escaped Paul. "I need a drink. You guys want anything?"

 

"Not me, I got everything I need right here." Mike's words rolled easily. "You want something, Darling?" A slight movement on the mattress afforded Mike the perfect position to grasp a taut nipple between his teeth, followed by a flick and then a gentle suckle.

 

"Damn, it's hot in here. I could sure use some more ice," her breath ragged, deep, and sensual. Was she seducing them for more still?

 

"Shit! I think she's trying to kill us, bro." Paul's words were laced with excitement as he scooted from the bed and headed for the kitchen. A quick turn before he reached the door preceded a smack on Trish's bare cheek. "I'll be right back with that ice, doll."

 

A fine layer of gooseflesh covered Trish's skin at the thought of Paul's words. "Is someone excited, or are you getting cold?" A look of concern, a lifted brow, caught her gaze. Warmth soon abolished all traces of her chill as the suction increased over her nipple, first one and then the other. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

 

Trish had thought she reached heaven earlier, but Mike's incorrigible desire and energy made clear she'd only had a glance and the best was yet to come.

 

Where the hell is Paul with that ice? Her thoughts returned as the heat quickly claimed her.

 

"I'm so sorry I took so long. I needed to freshen up just in case you got hungry for more." A wicked grin raised Paul's lips as he handed her an ice chip and smoothed one over the swollen head standing at attention once again. His gaze diverted from Trish to Mike and then quickly to that delectable, glistening region between her thighs. If you don't want me to take her, you best move. Paul was so tempted to reveal his thoughts until the need had been resolved when Mike righted himself and scooted from the mattress, offering Paul his place.

 

The separation of Mike's warmth and wetness elicited an urgent cry from Trish. Her gaze captured Paul's, and in that low, seductive voice, which heightened his arousal, Trish pleaded. "Get your ass down here, now!"

 

"Mmmm, I thought you'd never ask." Paul quickly claimed her nipples. But as she had cried out for the heat, it had been replaced with a chilling bite from the ice Paul had between his teeth. Squeezing her breasts together to tease both nipples simultaneously forced an uncontrollable writhe above him.

 

Paul hadn't noticed until that moment that Trish had been lowered closer to the mattress. Mike thought that if he was going to take her sweet pussy, then in order to give her that ecstatic, final orgasm that all this lust and desire has been leading to Paul needing easier access to her clit and breasts at the same time. Hearing no complaints from Trish regarding the chains or her position, he decided to leave her suspended and restrained.

 

A creak from the beams overhead startled Paul as Trish's body convulsed just from the nipple contact. The urge to watch her mind and body as her climax rocked through her had become overwhelming. As if in overdrive, his movements had become direct, almost as if he'd taken over control of both Mike and Trish. "I want her on her back. We need to be able to see her face when she comes."

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Without a word, Mike stood and released the hook that suspended Trish above the silk sheets. With Paul's assistance, her writhing form was lowered back to the mattress and gently rolled to her back. The restraints on her wrists and ankles remained secured, but Paul removed the blindfold so they could see her eyes. The air thickening again with the knowledge that Trish could now see for herself the erotic pleasures being bestowed upon her. 

 

Mike returned to her sex and Paul to her heaving breasts. At one time Paul had been jealous for not being able to experience her tight pussy wrapping around his shaft, but his current position has afforded him greater pleasures. Damn, she's amazing. Fuck, where to start? I know I'm the lucky one now! Ha! That poor sap, he has to stay back there while I get the pleasures of her mouth, nipples, and her clit! It's a smorgasbord for sure. 

 

No, better yet, a feast fit for a king, and right now I'm her king! Woo-hoo! I've had pussy before, but I've never had the pleasure of these three delights while not having to worry about the rhythm of my thrusts. This is too much for any man to ask for. Heaven… I'm in heaven…

 

Paul's thoughts calmed as his gaze traversed her hot flesh. Fuck, I'll just start at the top! The revelation hit when his gaze caught hers and she instinctively parted her lips, wetting them with her tongue. An invitation? Definitely!

 

As Mike suckled and teased her pussy, Paul claimed her mouth is a seductive, fiery kiss. A kiss so tantalizing that her hips thrust hard into Mike's face. Trish wanted more; she'd wanted it all, and she wanted it now. Hands gripping hair, mouths joined by lust, and tongues dancing feverishly, bringing Trish that much closer to her final climax—the climax that would be the end of her innocence, the end of her normal sex life, then end of her good-girl reputation. There was no turning back now.

 

Hands continued about her body, touching and caressing places that had never felt the touch of a man's hand. Paul's kiss broke when her head thrashed side to side as Mike bit teasingly against her swollen nub. She felt the heat pour from her at the assault of the two men devouring her whole. Paul's tongue traced down her neck, across her shoulders, and eventually settled into the valley between her breasts.

 

Excitement braced Trish when she'd heard the clink of ice twice, as both men gathered cubes to continue her torturous pleasure. Mike never dislodged from her sex as his hand sought out the refreshing frozen liquid and brought it to her nub. She could feel its chill long before it contacted her heated flesh. Her hips writhed in delight as the memory of previous ice play flashed through her mind. Her head thrashed again, and her hands pulled against their restraints; the agony to touch was too much.

 

"Oh yeah, you're loving this, aren't you, baby? Well, just hold on tight because there's more where that came from," Paul's words rang erotically as her mind accepted her fate and prepared her body for more.

 

Trish wasn't certain how much more teasing or how much more pleasure she could take. She'd already thought she reached heaven twice, but on the second time around she knew the first wasn't even close. Could there be something better than what her body, mind, and soul previously experienced? As Mike and Paul roamed about her nakedness, Trish glanced back at her life before Mike had happened upon her. Her boring, almost nonexistent, sex life, to be exact; how she ever survived all those years was beyond her.

 

A sharp gasp followed by a lingering moan forced those thoughts out of her mind when Mike pressed the head of his cock into her sex and Paul devoured her abdomen as he made his way to her clit. Had this night turned her into a sex fiend? She wondered as the vision of having three men satisfy her appeared out of the blue when Paul abandoned her lips to tease her nipples and then again when he'd withdrawn the taut, sensitive nipple to seek out her sex. Was she getting greedy? She wanted each erogenous zone attended to simultaneously. Was that too much to ask?

 

With a tilt of her head, she realized it had been too much to ask, especially when two very straight men had found themselves in such close proximity. Their discomfort had become obvious. Trish knew she had to do something; that scene had made her ill at ease: Paul's face so close to Mike's pelvis, the hairs almost grazing Paul's cheek with each thrust. "Paul, get back up here." 

 

Her words, deep with need, tickled his ear when he'd come up for air. Forgetting that her hands had been bound to the frame, she jerked when she'd attempted to reach out for him. "Shit." Disgust laced her words for the failed attempt, but she called once more.

 

Her back arched as if inviting him to her breasts, where he inevitably directed his hunger. In a whisper she pleaded, "Give me your hand, baby." Parted lips signaled Paul where to place his fingers. Trish lapped at the thick digits before sucking each into her mouth, coating them with her own saliva. She moaned at her sweetness, which coated them. With the same whisper, she directed Paul's next move: "Use your fingers, love."

 

With slick fingers and a lust for pleasure, Paul slid his fingers between her folds, seeking the sensitive nub he'd abandoned moments before. He knew this movement would be the end for Trish and in turn gave it everything he had. "This is it, love. Are you ready?"

 

With a turn of his head, his gaze toward Mike informed him it was time; she was ready, and he was ready. And with that look came an increased arousal. Mike's rhythm, once slow and steady, had become quicker, each thrust harder. Trish's legs had been lifted to Mike's shoulders so he could better direct his cock at her g-spot. He'd been observing her rhythm and writhing as he fucked her and knew the exact position he needed her for optimal contact.

 

Her body tensed, perspiration glistened over her abdomen as Paul captured her right nipple, finding it more sensitive and responsive to stimulation. As his tongue flicked and suckled that bud, his fingers massaged her clit. The stimulation to her breast and her pussy began the climactic journey. 

 

It was Mike's skillful technique that pushed her over the edge. The combination of his girth, position, and speed fed her orgasm. Within minutes after Paul's mouth settled onto her nipple and his fingers flicked and pulled at her clit, Trish had begun her rise to heaven, her journey into ecstasy. At that moment, when her body convulsed, her pussy clenched Mike's shaft, holding him in place, and she'd known this was heaven and the previous times had just been a tease, a taste of the real thing.

 

Her body writhed uncontrollably, her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes clenched, and she bit hard into her lower lip as the waves of abandon and of total pleasure washed over her. She surrendered herself to Mike and Paul, drinking in their attention and repeatedly revealing her gratification. In her mind she'd heard the words, No, please stop. Oh God, please stop. I can't do this anymore. But what exploded into the dim glow of the room had been the complete opposite. "Oh, dear God! Yes, fuck me, make me come. Please don't stop. God, please don't stop!"

 

The pleasures tore through her aggressively and rocked her to her core. Her thighs clenched and stiffened around Mike's neck. Her chest heaved, unable to catch her breath apparently, but when the two men had begun to ease off her, Trish cried for more. She never wanted that feeling to end. Her body rippled from her climax, and Mike had known she'd finally made it to heaven, actually beyond.

 

Without warning, her body fell limp. Her head ceased its thrashing, and her torso ceased to writhe. The rise and fall of her chest signaled her breathing had begun to normalize. Mike, still lodged deep inside her, eased back, and his deflating cock slipped out. A moan of sadness escaped her parted lips at the emptiness and another moan when Paul released her nipple and clit at the same time. Once to be so full, with so much pleasure traveling through her, and now to feel the emptiness she'd felt so many times after those poor excuses for sex in her past, elicited a lonely tear.

 

She missed the fullness, the torturous teasing, and the pain and pleasure, not to mention the soft caressing, seconds after the men retreated. But she was too weak to plead for their return. Unable to form a coherent sentence, she lay still in the afterglow, her body slowly recovering, her breath slowly returning. She'd sensed she'd become alone in the bed as a chill traversed her spine, but that feeling quickly dissipated when she felt the mattress on either side of her sink slightly and the warmth of her lovers settle against her.

 

"That was amazing. Thanks, Mike. Thank you, Trish, for allowing me this exquisite experience. You guys are the best." A soft moan and warm breath tickled Trish's neck as Paul pressed closer to her warmth.

 

"Yes, that was amazing. But the thanks goes to you, buddy, for making this possible. I've fulfilled another fantasy with this incredible woman. Thank you, baby, for playing along so willingly."

 

"I do believe I should be the one thanking the two of you. First, to you, Mike. Thank you for finding me and saving me from a life of unfulfilled sex and fantasy. And thanks to you, Paul, for considering me attractive enough to agree to this. You both are truly amazing. This night was truly amazing." A smirk lifted both the men's lips at the sweet sound of her words as she thanked them. But what shocked and pleased them the most was her final statement. A question, actually: "Can we do this again and again and aga…" Her voice had become quieter, and her words trailed off the moment sleep claimed her.

 

The End

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