by Mayburn, Ann
Kent's eyelids half-closed and his expression softened. Stroking over him, she delighted in the feeling of Asher's big hand moving with hers, guiding their touch with knowing skill. Asher moved behind her and pressed his cock against her back. He slipped his other hand between her legs and stroked her pussy while they pleasured Kent.
The ache between her legs built as she rocked herself on his hand. The sight of their darker skin moving over Kent's swollen cock made her buck harder against Asher's fingers, trying to direct his stroke to her clit. In response, Asher rubbed his cock against her back in time with their strokes.
Arching her neck back, she offered her lips to Asher. So soft, the way he kissed her always made her relax into his arms with total trust. For all of his size and strength, he kissed her as if she was made of glass.
"God, you two look so good together," Kent groaned out and thrust into her hand.
They broke their kiss and she whispered against Asher's lips, "Will you taste him with me?"
Asher's hips pressed against her back and she scooted over, regretting the loss of his hand between her legs but more than eager for the visual feast to come.
They lay on the bed on either side of Kent who gripped the sheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Glancing at Kent, then back at Asher, she rubbed her mound against the mattress and leaned forward.
Asher met her at the tip of Kent's cock, and together they licked the fat head and each other's mouths. The eroticism of the moment brought her to the edge of her orgasm and she grew stiff and shuddered. Kent ran his nails across her back and made wordless noises of pleasure deep in his throat.
Asher reached between Kent's legs and gently stroked his sac, rolling it in his big hand while he followed her tongue up and down the length of Kent's cock. She sat back and stroked Asher's face, watching him seal those soft lips around the shaft and slowly take it down his throat.
"Come here," Kent said and tugged her closer him. Sitting up a bit, he gripped her by the hips and dragged her over his chest and toward his mouth. Hard and intense, his tongue swept between her nether lips and thrust into her heat.
She tried to jerk away. The sensation was overwhelming on her tender flesh. Kent ignored her and latched onto her clit with a hard suck that made her scream. Asher groaned from behind her, and the wet noises of him going down on Kent mixed with their harsh pants and groans.
Kent was merciless, sucking on her clit while he dug his fingers into her bottom. She rocked forward as he began to thrust his erection into Asher's mouth, shuddering beneath her. The combination of his touch with the mental picture of Asher sucking him off, pushed her over the edge.
Short screams echoed in the room as she rode Kent's face, jerking her pussy back and forth over his tongue. The orgasm spun out of her in hard waves, and he licked every drop of cream that spilled from her body. Shivering, she rolled off him and shuddered as his hands smoothed down her back.
Asher watched them both while stroking himself and Kent. Fat and thick, his cock throbbed in his fist, and he licked his lips. Kent's cock still stood proud and stiff, and she wondered how he had managed not to come.
Asher crawled up the bed, his gaze predatory and hot.
"He is going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck him. Would you like that, Princess?" Kent breathed into her ear with a harsh pant. "All that big dick pounding into you. Knowing that he is being stretched just as you are?"
"Please." She moaned as Kent scooted over.
In a flash, Asher was above her, pinning her body to the bed with his own. They shared a long and greedy kiss, her pussy still twitching from her orgasm moments before. Asher cupped her face in his hands and worshiped her mouth, drawing sensations out of her that left her gasping. A hand spread her legs on either side of his body, and Kent sheathed Asher's erection in a condom and rubbed the head of Asher's cock against her entrance.
All three groaned as Asher sank his shaft into her. Slowly, he began to move inside of her, and the sensation made her eyelids flutter shut. Pushing himself onto his hands, he spread her wide and said, "Open your eyes, Princess."
Forcing herself to concentrate, she fought the pleasure and tried to focus. Her breath caught in her throat as Asher tensed against her, sinking in all the way to the base of his cock. Kent tossed an empty condom wrapper next to a used tube of lube on the bed. She tensed in anticipation, loving the way Asher filled her. Behind him, Kent's face went slack with pleasure as he pushed his way into Asher's ass. Inside, she felt Asher's cock swell, and the sensation made her writhe against him.
"So good." Asher groaned and began to move.
Slow at first, Kent directed their movements with his hands on Asher's hips. She reached up and held her hands over Kent's, entwining their fingers as they sought their release. Asher rested his head against her neck, panting as he rocked within her.
"Tight pussy gripping me, a thick cock in my ass, so good," he whispered and flexed against her. Each word and movement brought her closer to her release. Licking the curve of Asher's neck, she locked her gaze with Kent's and watched him fuck Asher. Big muscles coated with sweat, he ran his hands over Asher's tight buttocks and gripped them, making Asher groan in response.
Harder now, the force of Asher pounding into her had her jerking her hips in an effort to meet their force. Asher pinned her hands over her head and said, "Come for me. Make that hot little pussy grip my cock. Give it to me."
Her submissive nature revealed in his words, she gave herself over to his order. Closing her eyes, she gripped him deep inside, her muscles clenching in anticipation. His grip on her wrists grew punishing and was the edge she needed.
Bliss, joy, and pleasure bordering on pain exploded within her as she did as Asher ordered and came with him fucking her hard.
"That's it, Princess," he said in a strangled groan.
Kent froze behind him and jerked his hips with quick snaps. His movements rocked through Asher and into her, drawing her orgasm out. She loved the thought of him feeling the same thing she was feeling, drowning in pleasure like she was.
Biting down on the mound of her breast, Asher swore softly and emptied himself into her. All she could do was moan and twist beneath him as his seed flooded her. This was a pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined. A joy that was so good it should be illegal.
Kent sagged down onto the mattress next to her and rained kisses on both of their faces. Asher chuckled against her neck and gently pulled out of her. After placing a kiss on Asher's cheek, Kent got up from the bed, but she was too exhausted to even look where he was going.
A few minutes later, someone lifted her into his arms. Half opening her eyes, she watched Kent smile down at her. He carried her into the bathroom and beneath the spray of the shower. Asher joined them and with gentle fingers he soaped and rinsed her body.
Liquid and unresisting, she could barely stand as they quickly dried her with a thick towel. No words were spoken, but the tenderness of their touch said volumes.
At last, they all snuggled into bed in the pitch-dark room. Warm skin and the scent of soap wrapped around her and she felt the men kissing her shoulders.
"This was me, you know. No trigger," she murmured into the dark.
"We know," Asher said from in front of her.
"Thank you for being honest with me." Reaching up, she tried to cup both men's faces. "I'm totally addicted to you now."
Kent chuckled from behind her. "We should be thanking you." His teeth nibbled at her neck. "You never cease to amaze me."
An unwelcome thought brushed her mind and dampened her joy. "How are we going to clear my name? Not that I would mind spending the rest of my life in a cave with you, but I would really miss Godiva chocolates."
Asher toyed with her nipple, and she gave a lazy purr. "We have a plan. Tomorrow we are going to work on finding your trigger and breaking the suggestion."
"And if we don't find it, we'll have to fuck you senseless and hope that does the trick."
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p; Sleep pulled her down and her voice was a thick mumble as she said, "Okay. Love you."
Silence deepened and both men whispered back, "We love you too."
Chapter Eight
"Why don't we get a dictionary?" Asher complained from the computer.
"Why don't you eat me?" Lalita snapped back and swallowed a yelp as Kent grabbed her and bit the side of her neck.
"I'd love to, but not until we find your trigger."
Still grumpy, she gave Kent a gentle elbow and returned to pacing the room. For the last four hours they had tried every word and word combination they could think of to trigger her. It didn't take Kent long to break the hypnotic suggestion that put her into a trance state, leaving her at the mercy of whoever commanded her. Now the phrase, “Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase” would only make her think of pottery. They even went through the whole “I am the lock--I am the key” thing and the words didn't send her into any kind of trance.
Now they were focusing on breaking the hypnotic suggestion that turned her into a nymphomaniac. Knowing she couldn't be put into a hypnotic state against her will made her feel a little better. Unfortunately, none of them could remember exactly what was said during the times her trigger had been set off.
So now they experimented--endlessly.
"Message from Mr. Jerry," Asher clicked the screen and began to read. "Dear Polly, I've spoken with your father and he sends his love. Your mother is still upset about you shopping for a wedding dress without her, but your father is working on her temper. I sent her the information about what you want on your wedding invitations and that seemed to calm her down a bit. She's angry with you, but I think she'll come around." Asher took a deep breath and continued, "Your cousin is still on the outs with the family. Your father wants you to try to find her and talk some sense into her. He thinks you're the only one that can figure out where she is. Have to run, enjoy your time with your bridesmaids. Love, Adam."
"Bridesmaids?" she said in a dry voice and pretended to ponder "I wonder where we could find a dress big enough to fit you."
Kent ignored her pretending to measure him. "Glad to know Mr. Jerry got through to the Sanjit. I hope he didn't tip the anarchists off."
Asher smirked. "As paranoid as Mr. Jerry is? I doubt even his wife knew what he was doing."
"I wish I could talk to my dad." She toyed with the ends of her hair "He would be overjoyed with my makeover." Laughing softly, she sauntered over to Asher and brushed her lips over his ear as she whispered, "Since you made me take out my lip ring, maybe I should get my nipples pierced instead."
His low growl of approval sent a bolt of desire through her but he kept his attention focused on the computer. "Back to work." Giving her a swat on the butt, he gently pushed her back toward Kent.
She grabbed a handful of roasted almonds. "Can we take a break?"
"No," both men answered in unison.
"Candy, randy, car, bar, feet, neck, tension, lotion." Asher typed the words into a spreadsheet as Kent said them.
"You know, this is like some kind of fucked up free association therapy session." She popped an almond into her mouth and crunched on it. "Candy makes you randy so you take your car to the bar where someone strokes your neck with their feet. They leave you high and dry, so full of tension you grab your jack off lotion."
Kent glared at her while Asher tried to muffle his laughter. "If you keep it up, I'm going to have to spank you for your sassy mouth."
Chewing the almond more slowly, she ran her hand over her breasts. Kent followed her touch and his lips narrowed into a firm line. They wouldn't play with her until they found her trigger, and she took a perverse pleasure in tormenting them. It wasn't fair, or nice, but it did help take her mind off what they were trying to do.
The hypnotic suggestion no longer worked, and she was overjoyed that she couldn't be turned into a mindless zombie. Now if they could break her nymphomaniac switch…
"You want to turn my bottom pink?" She purred and tweaked her now hard nipples. "Do you think you can make me come from spanking?"
Asher barked from the computer, "Stop being such a bitch. We're trying to save your life."
A shudder ripped through her body and she dropped the remaining almonds to the stone floor. Hot desire tightened her already aroused body. Taking a deep breath, she focused on Kent and bit her lower lip.
Kent sat up, his blue eyes wide and intense. "Princess?"
"Trigger," she whispered.
Asher's voice was all business. "Stop. Being. Such." They watched her closely, judging her reaction from each word. "A. Bitch."
Her spine bowed and she tried to remove her shirt from her suddenly too sensitive skin. Rational thought left her as the need spread.
"Thank God," Kent muttered and stood. His cock tented out from his pants. "I thought I was going to have to go jerk off before I lost it."
"On your knees." Asher's voice stroked over her and she sighed.
Yes, this is what she wanted. To be owned, to serve and bring them pleasure. Dropping to her knees on the cold floor, she looked up and waited for instruction.
"Shirt off, then arms behind your back and legs spread." Kent held Asher's hand and whispered something in his ear. She watched them, passive and aroused, knowing that whatever they did it would only bring her pleasure.
Turning to each other, the men stopped and began to take their clothes off. Stiff with expectation, she made a needy sound deep in her throat as she watched them rub their cheeks together. Kent was the first naked and Asher quickly joined him.
In the bright light of the room, she had to resist the urge to touch herself. They weren't watching her as they kissed, maybe they wouldn't notice. Her pussy throbbed as the trigger worked through her. Slowly, she removed one hand from behind her back and inched it down the front of her loose shorts.
Breaking their kiss, both men turned on her with narrowed eyes. Her hand froze, and she stared at them with a tremor of real fear. She'd seen that look before, but it was normally reserved for someone the men were about to beat the crap out of.
"Did we say you could move?" Asher ran his hand over Kent's muscular hip, pressing his dark fingers into the slight indent of Kent's firm ass.
Her fingers remained frozen, a breath away from her pussy. "No."
Kent was at her side before she knew it, jerking her back by her hair. The pain was exquisite and she went pliant in his arms. "You will address us properly. When we ask you a question, you will answer yes or no sir."
"Yes, sir." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he blew a hot breath on her dark nipples.
Releasing her head, he pushed her forward and jerked her shorts off. The feeling of the air on her exposed flesh had her clenching her thighs together.
"Princess, kneel." Asher barked out the order as Kent wrapped his arms around him from behind and reached around to stroke his cock. Arms behind her back, spreading her legs, she tried so hard to keep still. The tug and slow stroke of Kent's hand up and down Asher's erection made her jealous. She wanted to stroke their cocks. She wanted to be the one giving them pleasure, serving them in whatever way they desired. Pale fingers wrapped around Asher's heavy sac and gently stroked that skin until it drew up tight.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Kent said in a lazy drawl as his hips flexed against Asher's buttocks. "Look at how hard her nipples are, and the way her pussy shines with her cream."
Asher reached up to lace his hands behind Kent's neck, and leaned into him. "I can feel the heat coming off her from here. And look at the way she tightens as she watches us."
Unable to help herself, she shifted her hips forward, displaying herself for them. The motion did nothing to relieve her torment and she whimpered.
Kent whispered in Asher's ear again and they both smiled at her. Voracious, eager, there was nothing reassuring in their hot gazes. "Princess, you may close your legs."
"But do not press your thighs together," Kent added with his arrogant smirk that drove her c
razy. The muscles in Asher's big chest tensed as Kent licked his hand and began to stroke his large dark cock even faster. "Can you imagine this inside of you? Do you remember what it felt like to have your pussy wrapped around him?" Kent's words tore at her and she wanted to cry. The ache in her body now changed over to pain. Tense, so tight, she watched Asher thrust into Kent's fist.
Asher wet his lips, stroked a hand over his nipple. "I love it when you come. Your hot cream making you slick and open. The way you shudder."
Watching Asher's balls grow tight, she gave into the overwhelming demand and ever so slightly squeezed her thighs together. The sensation jerked a cry from her throat, and both men froze.
"Bad girl," Kent admonished in a stern voice. He gave Asher a kiss and stalked over to her.
"So willful. I don't think she really wants to serve us," Asher added in a soft tone of disappointment.
"I do!" She spread her legs again so they could see her ache, her torment. "Please, please let me serve you."
"Hands and knees," Asher snapped.
Complying at once, she thrust her bottom into the air. Finally, she would get some relief. Tensing in anticipation of Asher's cock soothing her, she jerked in surprise as his hand came down instead in a stinging slap.
Kent knelt in front of her, stroking her cheeks softly in a delicious contrast to Asher kneading her bottom.
"Please," she whispered.
With a soft chuckle, Kent pressed her head toward his straining cock. Rather than letting her take it fully into her mouth, he kept the head out of reach. A quick series of spanks had her yelping and writhing beneath Asher's hands, and Kent inched closer.
"Lick me like an ice cream cone."
The salty taste of the drop of pre-cum on his cock brought a rush of heat through her body and she softened. Behind her, Asher ran his palms over her abused bottom. The sting of his stroke almost brought her to her knees as the pain quickly translated into pleasure.
