Naughty November Part 4/4 - Don't Bet On It (Patreon)

"Comfy, babe?"

Jason places both hands on his girlfriend's thighs as she wriggles slightly on top of him. His best friend, Michael, finishes taping her mittened wrists together before attaching her bound arms to the carabiner dangling from a sturdy metal eyehook in the ceiling. What a good idea it was to install bondage hooks in their bedroom, just in case Amanda made a bad decision and decided to make bets she couldn't win.

"Mhm. It's a little stiff, but-" Amanda flushes red. "Did you have to oil me up...?"

"Yup."  Michael crouches behind her, admiring his handiwork in binding her arms, leaving her upperbody vulnerable. He's jealous, deeply so, of Jason, with his dick buried inside the gorgeous young woman on top of him, but it's only fair; Amanda is Jason's girlfriend, after all. He's honoured to just be able to watch and have fun. Maybe he'll get a turn inside her later, if they're cool with it.

"Now, do you remember the bet?"

"Umm- no."

"You're lying. You're just embarrassed that you lost." Jason laughs at his girlfriend's blushing face. "You have to ride me while Mike and I tickle you senseless. If you can manage to cum, we'll let you down and stop tickling you, but if you can't-"

"You're gonna be hanging around for a while," Mike finishes, smirking. "And we're gonna keep tickling you. The oil's gonna make you nice and slippery..."

"Keep your boner down, Mike. We haven't even started yet." Jason laughs. "You ready, Mandy?"

Gulping, she nods. "Y- yeah."

Slowly, their fingers begin to glide up and down her body, eliciting tiny squeaks and giggles as she tries to buck away. Jason's short, smooth nails run up her sides, finding all the ticklish spots from her belly to her ribs, delighting in how she tightens around him when she tries not to laugh, breasts shaking above him with every snorting giggle.

Meanwhile, behind her, Michael begins by focusing on her feet - she was always embarrassed about having big feet, she would put them in his lap when she was drunk and complain that they made her feel mannish, wiggling her toes as he resisted the urge to grab and tickle them. But now he could take revenge - oiled and slippery, her soles were velvet-soft and extremely ticklish, enough to make her yelp with restrained laughter when he slid his fingers against them.

"Cute little bitch," he mumbled, under his breath, drawing his nails up her back, "You love being a tease, huh?"

"Hey, be nice." Jason pinched one of her nipples and rocked his hips up, making Amanda gasp. "She's our cute little bitch."

"Our...?"

"Yeah, man. We've known each other since high school, mi casa es tu casa. Mandy doesn't mind; she brought it up a few nights back. You can bury your dick in my girlfriend whenever you want, she loves it. She's such a horny slut that I can barely keep up - you can keep her satisfied when I'm busy, right, man?"

Smirking and reaching up to tickle her armpits, devouring the sudden screams of laughter, Michael nodded. "I'd be honoured. A cock-hungry princess like this shouldn't have to go without."

Their bonding was broken up by Amanda squealing "NohoOHOHOT THE ARMIHIHIHITS! NOT THEHEHEEERE!"

"Ticklish pits, huh? Guess that's gonna be my favourite spot from now on."

"Good shout, dude. Let me try something."

Amanda began bucking harder as Jason pulled out a feather duster from the drawer. "Been saving this, babe. I've wanted to tickle torture you for some time, so I invested in some tools. We'll just use this tonight... unless you give us trouble."

"Wha-ahhahaha-t are you gonna dohoohoho with thahahahahat?!"

"I dunno... maybe your tits need some attention?"

With a scream of "NOHOHOHOHOHO!", Amanda threw her head back as the duster began tickling between her breasts, making her whole body shake with the urge to escape the tickles. She pushed herself deeper onto Jason's cock, moaning between her shrieking laughs, desperately trying to escape the feathers on her chest and fingers on her sides, feet and pits.

"Close?"

"IHIHIHIIHI CAAHAHAHHAN'T CUHUHUHHUM!"

"Shame." Jason whistled. "Say, Mike, we might have to switch places soon. Mandy's squirming is milking me dry, and I'm gonna cum so hard I won't be able to keep fuckin' her. If I nut, can you take over?"

"Sure thing." Michael smiled brightly but cruelly, raking his nails down Amanda's silky, sweating underarms. "We can't give the bitch a break while you recover. That'd be no fun."

"Thanks, dude."

"No problem. Let's break your girlfriend."

"Ah-ah-ah. Let's break our girlfriend."

Amanda squealed and moaned with laughter, bucking and shaking as she realised: she was in for a long night. At least she'd probably learn a lesson about not betting her body on a bet she couldn't win, especially when her opponents are her boyfriend and his sadistic best friend.

Probably.