Get Trisha Upstairs

Trisha

Not to be crass, but what the fuck was happening?

I was sitting on a couch in the middle of a party, with my own wet panties in my mouth. My boyfriend who I just reconciled with, ditched me to hang with HIS girlfriend. Only he told me to sit on the couch and wait… and I was. With my panties in my mouth… alone… while he’s with his girlfriend.

I did not wake up this morning thinking this is where I’d be, but life’s a funny thing.

I mean… he’s allowed to have met other women. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends since. Tons. I’m a modest slut. He didn’t know we’d have this reconnection, but he did know he had a girlfriend when he was fucking me. He should have told me. He was so annoying sometimes.

Intellectually it seemed obvious that his behavior was veering into villainy, but you have to know Bryce. It’s like… his girlfriend said, he’s a fucking space cadet. He gets hyper focused on one thing, and just forgets about other people. It’s why we broke up. He didn’t mean to hurt me. The sex we just had was, true, he just messed up a bit. Now he’s realizing that he’s going to have to ditch that little asian bitch so we can be together again. I could give him the night.

Not that I’m entirely sure I can survive the night without him fucking me again. I had no idea him being so commanding and demanding could be such a turn on. Even with all the emotional turmoil of his girlfriend barging in, I was still one horny lady. It’s not like he hadn’t given me plenty to think about. The poolside kiss, the sex, him fingering me in the hallway… even this dirty little game we were playing right now.

There’s no getting around it, I’m horny. He made me horny. Despite how fucking oafish he’s been tonight… it’s all turned me on.

That’s kind of sad huh?

At least things can’t get worse.

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Bryce

Things did get worse for Trisha, and Hannah I suspect. I’m sure if either was thinking with a clear mind, neither would want to fall deeper under my command. Alas their fates were not their own, and I was calling the shots now. So I piled a paper plate high with treats from the refreshment table and sat Hannah down on a couch right across from Trisha.

The next part of my master plan, was not actually that complicated. I began to feed Hannah, like I do. It had to be the third time I was pulling this same trick, and this time it was going to work for me. Hannah got nice and malleable when she was hot and flustered, and this was going to be the horniest she’d been yet. Every mouthful of food, was shoved in there by my hand. She felt like a furnace. A sweating, panting furnace. She wasn’t even being subtle. Each morsel I placed in her mouth was met with a moan. Her thighs were squeezed together, and in my ear she would whisper. “Let’s get out of here Bryce, I’m so horny.”

“Piggy, you’ve got to finish your plate before I’ll fuck you.” I’d decided to spring that nickname on at some point, and she was so horny she didn’t know what she thought was hot anymore. So she just moaned and opened her mouth for her next morsel. She’d lost all the shame from having me feed her so publicly. Her open moans of delight had caught more than a few interested/ disgusted looks, but Trisha was really the only one I was concerned with. “Come on, you have to say it.”

She whimpered, face flushing fully red. “Please feed your Piggy Bryce, put food in my stupid mouth.” (Hannah Blevins +3)(16SP) I’d of course gained a little extra experience by then, Hannah didn’t get to that point on her own.

“Good girl.” I whispered, feeding her the next hors d'oeuvre.

As this was going on a surprisingly similar scene was taking place on The TV. Some sitcom, was playing out a scene of the main character feeding his girlfriend at a party, while the jealous main character watched from her spot on a couch. I’m sure Trisha could relate. Over the course of the programming, I’d heard a few people make the connection between the show and me. I guess the show was giving more legitimacy? I wasn’t sure, how Soft Power 2.0 worked yet, truthfully I wasn’t sure how the original worked either.

By all accounts Trisha should have slapped me the moment I introduced Hannah. Instead she was just pouting there, mouth still sucking on the panties I’d put in almost an hour ago. She looked pathetic and I found in my heart a powerful respect for this app. If Trisha one of the most headstrong women I knew could be reduced to this, who knows how out of hand things could get?

“All done.” Hannah panted, just barely resisting the urge to shove her hand down her pants. She was squeezing my arm, compelling me to take her someplace quiet and fuckable.

I smiled and pried her fingers free before she squeezed my arm off. “Good work. I’ll be right back.” I kissed her on the cheek, and left her to watch the images on the TV of another girl getting fed by her boyfriend. She moaned miserably, squeezed her thighs together rhythmically, and begged for my swift return.

Once I was detached from her I pulled out my phone and texted Trisha. “Meet me in your room.” Whether she was eager to hook up with me, or just glad to be free from the couch I couldn’t say, but she jumped up and made a straight line for the stairs. For myself I piled a plate high with pigs in a blanket and returned to Hannah who just looked miserable with lust. “Here.” I handed her the plate. “I’m going to go get a room ready for us.” I nodded upstairs. “If you have this plate finished by the time I get back I’ll fuck you like a human being.”

She blushed, and wasn’t able to meet my eyes. “What if I don’t finish?” She was rubbing her stomach, which had already taken quite a bit of lovin.

“Then I’ll fuck you like the stupid pig you’ve been all night.”

She moaned, and stuffed one of the sausages in her mouth without any further resistance. She was so horny at this point I was convinced I could have gotten away with anything.

“Good girl.” I have her a smile, and headed upstairs to meet Trisha.

As soon as I opened the door, she pounced on me. “What’s the big idea here Bryce? You have a girlfriend, and you fucked me anyway? That’s disgusting! What’s wrong with you? Don’t you use your head for anything?”

“Are you mad?” I tried playing innocent.

“Of course I’m mad, that’s so inconsiderate of you! It’s not fair to me, or her.”

I thought about her score, sixty something. If I remember right, the app said that not only do the girls have a hard time making decisions without me but they’re almost scared to do it. I decided that this might be a good time to try to flip this situation around on her. “Your Right Trisha, I wasn’t thinking. I was just so excited to be with you, and connect with you, that… I just wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” I looked up at her, with my big puppy dog eyes. “So what should we do?”

She looked surprised. I’d been making such bold moves, today. It must have felt like the rug was getting pulled out from under her. “Oh! Um… what?”

“Baby, I love you. I meant what I said earlier. I’ll do whatever I have to, to be with you. Just tell me what to do.”

She blushed and looked to her feet. “Well, and hour ago I… I would have known what to say.” She fiddled with her hands. “But then you brought her here, and…”

I stepped closer, putting my hands on her shoulders. “Do you want me to break up with her? I’ll do it for you. On the other hand if you never want to see me again… I deserve that too.”

“W-well…” She was looking away from me. “You can’t have two girlfriends.” A strong ruling from this future judge.

“Then tell me it’s you.” I ran my hands down her body. She wasn’t nearly as turned on as Hannah was downstairs, stuffing her face. But it was clear that dick was on her mind, and that my touch was electrifying her.

“That’s not fair.” She whimpered, her hands pressed against my chest.

“Then I’ll show you what you need.” I slid my hands down the back of her shorts, and squeezed her buttcheeks in my hand. She whimpered again and pressed herself against me. I think she felt relieved that I was taking back over for her, which she really shouldn’t have been, because I had something pretty heinous planned. I made out with her for a bit, and made her feel like she had my full attention for the night, like Hannah had only been some kind of detour, since she saw my behavior as an annoyance rather than treachery. “Get under the bed.” I commanded her.

She pulled away from the kiss. “What?”

“Just do it.” I broke away and went to her closet. (Trisha James +1) (65SP) I didn’t even have to turn around to envision her crawling beneath her lush bed. In her closet I found the drawer where she kept her tights and pantyhose, a real wonderland for me, honestly. I grabbed a few pairs, and went to the bed. I had to lift up the bed’s skirt to see her laying awkwardly on the carpet. “Spread your legs and arms out. I’m going to tie you to the posts.”

“Aren’t you supposed to tie me up, ON the bed?”

“I don’t know, I’ve only ever been tied up.” But Trisha wouldn’t have to worry about me branding her. I rubbed my chest, my last bondage experience hadn’t been a winner. That did quiet her protest and she let me tie her up. (Trisha James +2)(67SP) Those points were coming in slow now. I feel like I’d almost pushed her to her limit for one night. Almost.

I used the tights I’d stolen from her closet, and tied her wrists and ankles to the posts of the bed, making sure she was nice and secure. I then crawled in, underneath the bed with her, placing a wadded up stocking in her mouth, and using another one to gag her like a horse bit. If I wasn’t careful her next trait was going to involve having lingerie stuffed in her mouth.

“You’ve been such a sweet obedient girl tonight.” I cooed, and rubbed her cheek. “Where’s this girl been all this time?” I took my hand, ran it down her flat belly, and into her sopping, weeping cunt. “She’s just been waiting for me to show her what she needs, huh?” I slowly plunged my fingers in and out of her sex. She moaned behind her gag, and arched her back. “Yeah, feel that. I know what you need.” I fingered her some more. “You’re such a different girl from the one I used to know, I’d feel weird calling you by her name… how about Cuntrisha, I think that suits you much better, since you let this wet, slutty cunt do all your thinking for you.” I slapped her pussy a few times and it made the lewdest wettest sounds you could imagine. She just moaned, and raised her hips up to meet my hand. “Nod your head if that’s your name now, Cuntrisha.” She nodded desperately, willing to do anything by this point if it would get her pussy filled. (Trisha James +3)(70SP)

Damn! Overshot 69 by a point!

“Good girl, I cooed.” From there I produced a vibrating egg, I’d found in her drawers while she was unconscious. With a little lube it slid right into its nest, and her squeals of delight were wonderful. I used the last pairs of tights, and ran them through her cunt lips, giving her an impressive camel toe, just a simple harness to keep that egg secure and buzzing deep within that cunt. “Perfect.” I cooed, now she she was immobile, silent, and helplessly lost in pleasure. “I kissed her on the cheek, and slid out from under the bed. “I’m going to go get Hannah.”