Trista slid onto the massage table and covered herself up with her sheet. I followed suit, of course laying on my stomach was an issue with the cage. Trista just looked at me and smiled.
Soon after, there was a knock on the door and Alana came into the room. She spoke directly to Trista and ignored me. She said that she would get started and that Jake was finishing up with some other customer and would be in soon. (Being the bright mind that I am I assumed that Jake was her husband who I had also met at Bolt's store.) Alana told Trista that they could start with the massage without Jake and that I would just have to be patient.
As if I wasn't riled up enough and wanting to cum already, watching one hot girl give a massage to another one wasn't helping matters at all. I watched as Alana moved her hands up and down Trista's legs. This was for about 10 minutes before another knock came on the door and Jake stuck his head in. My earlier suspicions were correct and it was Alana's husband. He said he would be about 10 more minutes. He smiled at Trista and looked quickly at me but his look was dismissive.
For the next 10 minutes, I watched as Alana massaged Trista's back, the sheet exposing more and more flesh, all the while my cock straining to get hard but to no avail.
Jake came back into the room and had said that he sent Mandy home. I must have looked nervous as Alana said, "you guys are our last appointments of the day." Jake apologized for running a little late and he switched spots with Alana and continued Trista's massage as Alana began my massage.
It felt really good, she commented a few times how stressed I felt, jokingly adding that I must be spending too much time in certain specialty stores.
I heard Jake instruct Trista to flip over onto her back and Alana suggested that I do the same. Shortly after, Trista said to Alana, "be sure to give him the full treatment, just like we talked about." With a couple of minutes, Alana's hands were very high on my thighs and my cock was straining to get hard once again as I felt her hands go up my thigh. Before I knew it, this great feeling was gone as I felt her hands wrap around my swollen and full balls. I felt her squeeze and I let out a whimper.
I heard Trista laugh as Alana continued squeezing my balls. Trista then said, "Keep up his massage as long as you want, but whenever you're ready, his tongue is magnificent." I looked over at Trista and saw that her sheet was up around her waist and at that point Jake seemed to be fingering her, playing with her pussy.
Alana kept up my "massage" for the next couple of minutes, finally she let up her pressure and she said told me to lay still. Within moments, she was on top of the table, straddling my face. Her pubic hair had been shaven into just a bare strip. She brought her pussy in front of my face and then leaned in and told me, "Now lick me slut."
I was happy to do so, for one thing my balls were no longer being tormented, but Alana was a beautiful woman and I was happy to let my tongue dive into her wet pussy. I was busying myself in my work with Alana and I could hear Trista moaning. I couldn't tell from what exactly, but I had my suspicions. Either it was from Jake's tongue or he was fucking her. Doing what I had initially hoped to do on my trip out here.
It was 10 minutes later and Alana had cum a couple of times as she kept grinding her pussy into my face. I hadn't heard Trista moaning for a couple minutes but I could tell that she had also cum a couple of times as well. Alana slid back onto my chest, she remained sitting there but she continued to play with her pussy in front of my face. I turned my face to the side and I saw Trista standing there naked, and in her hand was Jake's cock.
"Do you see this cock?" she asked me. "This is a real cock. This is one that can please me. Not that little thing you have. If you have been wondering why your little dick is locked up, it's because your cock could never please me."
I stared at the cock in her hands, and I have to admit, I wasn't much of a comparison to Jake. His cock didn't seem fully hard and it still appeared to be about 8 inches long and very thick. Trista continued to slowly stroke his cock near my face as Alana continued to play with herself in front of me.
"Jake's cock is bigger than that dildo you had in your mouth a couple of days ago, you little whore. I bet you wish you had had Jake's cock in your mouth don't you," Trista continued. "Your little cock deserves to be locked up and not near our pussies."
As Trista continued to stroke Jake's cock, Alana reached back and started to play with my balls again, cupping and squeezing them. My cock was straining against the cage and this was by far the closest I had ever been to another man's cock in my life. My head was spinning. I didn't know if Trista was going to push Jake's cock into my mouth and make me suck him or what was going to happen but I couldn't take my eyes off of Trista stroking that large cock next to me.
Finally I heard Alana say, "Make him cum on me." Trista replied what a good idea it was and before long Jake's cock was spurting out his cum onto Alana's chest, stomach and dripping down to her pussy and my chest.
I watched as his cum dripped down Alana's body, it was hot no doubt about it, but at the same time, I didn't think I could have felt more submissive. Here I was, watching this large cock cum inches from my face onto his hot wife who I had been made to pleasure with only my tongue and my cock was locked up and hadn't been allowed to cum all week. The fact that there was constant reference to his much larger size than mine also didn't help at all either.
Remember though I said I didn't think I could feel more submissive. I was wrong.
Trista let go of Jake's cock and ran her fingers through the cum that was accumulating on my chest as it ran down Alana's body. She took two fingers and rubbed through the cum off of Alana's chest, coating her fingers in Jake's cum.
"Open up," I don't know why I didn't put up a fight, but I didn't as I opened my mouth as soon as she told me. She put her fingers onto my tongue and then ran them along my lips. I could taste the cum and Trista said, "I knew he was a natural cum-eater."
After that, everyone got up and was getting dressed. I just hung my head in shame and didn't even try to look anyone in the eyes. Trista thanked them for the massage, and I was told to thank Alana for allowing me to eat her pussy and to thank Jake for letting me have a taste of his cum.
On the way back to the hotel, I was pretty quiet. I admit that while I had done a lot of things this past week that I hadn't planned on experiencing, I can honestly say that tasting another man's cum, no matter how small an amount was definitely not on that list. I hadn't said anything when Trista asked if I was all right. When I mumbled that I was fine, she asked if tasting the cum was all that bad. I had to admit that it wasn't, there really wasn't much to the cum, it was more of a mental thing. It was the feeling of submission.
She giggled and said, "Well you have tonight and tomorrow yet, and trust me, you're going to be feeling a lot of submission." For some reason, I felt nervous, fearful and worried from that statement, all the while my cock was once again straining hard against the cage as I thought about the possibilities. We arrived back at the hotel and Trista told me to go shower and get all of the massage oil (and Alana) off of me. I was showering and once again I looked down at my caged cock. Jake had been noticeably bigger than I was. He wasn't a monster by any means, not like you see on some websites, but his cock was something I definitely couldn't measure up to. Trista's words kept ringing in my head saying that Jake had a real cock that could please her. Oh how this trip had not turned out as planned.
When my shower was finished, Trista took a shower as well. Most likely to wash Jake off of her. When she was finished, she told me we were going out to dinner. Once again, she put me into a bra and thong, complete with thigh high stockings. A pair of pants and a shirt went over but I was still self-conscious about going out with these on again. Especially after what happened earlier today.
Our dinner was surprisingly uneventful. It was similar to our first night. Drinks were flowing and I admit I may have had a bit too much. However, I felt that if anyone had earned the right to have one drink too many, it was me after my day. Trista didn't scold me for it either; she kept making sure my glass was full.
We arrived back to our hotel, a few hours and many drinks later. Trista told me that she wanted me to remove my clothing except for the lingerie underneath and to add the wig and heels. I did as I was told, though I must admit that while I had been a little wobbly on the heels before, the drinks I had were doing me no favors. I stumbled up and out to the kitchenette where Trista was waiting.
"My don't you make a sexy little slut. You wouldn't mind if I took advantage of you would you?" she asked coyly.
While the other tasks earlier in the day I may not have been a totally willing participant to, at this point with the drinks I had, I was fully up for any sort of fun. I proceeded to tell her as much. She smiled when she heard that.
Trista told me to wait patiently and she would return in a minute. I watched her walk sexily into the bathroom after grabbing another one of those bags she had purchase from Bolt's store. About 5 minutes later she walked out, in black stiletto high heels that were similar to mine though hers seemed more "powerful."
Her legs were covered in nylons, and she had on a black silk robe. She smiled as she walked over to me, and she told me, "Get on your knees whore."
I knelt down immediately following her commands. Trista then opened up her robe and in front of me was a black dildo sticking out in front of her. "Now suck my strap-on you little slut" she told me.
