Recently we talked about exploring the possibility of a threesome, you wanting someone to ‘take control’ and what that might be like. It is, of course, a fantasy, but we tell ourselves we might dare to try it for fun at least once. We discover someone we think is eligible for our fantasy, and then I plan to make it a surprise for your birthday. About a week ahead of time, I tell you to create your excitement.

I would make you wet with anticipation in the days leading up to the event by revealing you might be meeting her soon. I know how hot you will get from being with a woman for the first time, a woman eager to take charge. Each time I tell you this or whisper it in your ear, I reach between your legs, and yes, you are wet. I bring my finger to your lips and say taste. “Soon, you’ll taste her pussy instead of just your own,” I say softly, and you shudder in anticipation and excitement.

When the day arrives, I tell you what to wear: a sundress, no bra, and sandals with sexy straps up the ankle. You will have gone a whole week with no orgasms per my order, and you will be beside yourself with lust, maybe more horny than you’ve ever been. I divulge I’ve got several surprises in store, adding even more to your heightened sense of excitement.

We drive in the car, and you have incredible butterflies in your stomach, not knowing where we are going. So wet and hot and not having cum in over a week, you swear the anticipation may bring you over the edge. We pull up to the gorgeous Four Seasons Hotel overlooking the Boston Common. We give the car to the attendant and check into our beautiful room.

I give you the phone number for the third person, a mystery person you have never met, and when I tell you to call her, you say, “Okay,” with nervous anticipation, “but what shall I say?”

“Give her our room number only, and you are here and ready to do as you are commanded.”

You dial the phone anxiously but with excitement, and a sultry voice answers.

“Hello,” she says throatily. “I’ve been waiting for your call.”

“We are in room 614,” you say, “and I’m ready to fulfill your every desire.”

“Good,” she purrs, “I’m sure you’re wet right now, and your pussy is aching to be touched. We’ll take care of that later if you’re a good girl.” She abruptly hangs up.

I order you to kneel before me, lick the crotch of my jeans, discover my cock with your teeth and gently bite me through the heavy denim material. “I have a surprise for you,” I say.

I saunter over to the dresser to my bag and pull out a black silk scarf. I bring it to you, and while still on your knees, I rub the silky softness of a feather against your breasts through the thin material of your sundress.

“You’re going to like this, I know,” I softly say as I slide it from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, then up your neck to your cheek. “Kiss it for me.” Your lips gently pursed as you kiss the scarf. “Let’s put it on.”

I guide you toward the corner of the room to sit in the overstuffed chair. I spread your legs and lift them over the thick padded arms, opening you for all to see. I tighten the blindfold just a bit. Your heart is racing, beating like a drum, the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering, your crotch is throbbing, and the scent of your sex fills the air with an intoxicating aroma. I stride toward you, and you can only hear me as the blindfold’s darkness envelops you. Your other senses are heightened, and your heart beats even faster. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and your pussy pulses with excitement. It’s her!

She enters the room, and you obviously can not see her but sense a very subtle scent of her perfume. You hear her walk over to me and say, “My, my, my! Look what we have here. She seems very ready for us, does she not?”

“Oh, she’s been ready for some time,” I say. “Look.” I turn to you, “Lift your dress,” I command. You comply, hands shaking with excitement, not fear. “Spread your legs. Even through her panties, you can see how ready she is.”

Your wetness can’t be hidden, as it changes the color of your panties to a darker shade. Even hearing me say this, you swear you just got wetter, if that is feasible.

“Ahh, yes,” the mystery woman sighs, “this IS going to be so much fun.” She strolls over and pulls your panties by the waistband toward your sexy stomach. The crotch of the panties is in your pussy, the tip teasing your clit.

“Yes! THAT looks naughty, doesn’t it?” she asks. Your panties are bunched in your slit, and your lips are pouting out invitingly on either side. “You like that, don’t you?” she says.

“God, yes,” you manage to moan.

“Let me watch you pull them up higher and side to side. I’m sure you’ve done this before. Show us what a naughty girl you can be. Go ahead, fuck yourself with your panties”.

Your hands shaking, you pull the panties up; your hips undulate and move side to side while you pull forward, so the material rubs against your clit. You’re on fire, adrift in your lust.

“Okay, enough of that,” she says firmly.

You moan and don’t stop, so she comes over and pinches your nipple hard. It forces a gasp from you, a combination of pain and pleasure, and you instinctively stop. “That’s better,” she says. “Good girl. I have to thank you,” she says as you hear her stride toward me.

You hear the unmistakable sounds of her breathing in and sighing at your gorgeous body, and without thinking, you spread your legs further and rock your hips as you sit in the chair. After what seems an eternity, the silence stops, and you hear us move toward you. Your heart begins to beat faster.

“Let me take a closer look at what we have here,” she coos. She lifts your sundress, and you hear her moan slightly, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nice.”

Rather than lift the dress off, and mess up your blindfold, I rip the buttons off, take out a pair of scissors and cut it off you. You get goosebumps as the cool air hits your exposed body.

“There, that’s better,” I say. “Easy access.”

“Oh, yes,” she murmurs. “I want to taste her so bad.”

The mystery woman moves toward you, takes your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and pinches, first lightly, then steadily increasing the pressure until you half moan and half cry out. “I think she likes that,” she chuckles. “I know she does,” she says with a sly grin. We kneel before you, and each of us takes a nipple in our mouths, our tongues swirling around, nipping gently, and you swear you are almost about to cum. Sensing this, on cue, we stop. “We aren’t ready for THAT yet,” she chuckles as you whimper in disappointment.

She says, “Enough of this,” and rips your panties off, tearing them at the hip. You’re completely naked, exposed and blindfolded, hands behind your back, ready for anything we want. Our tongues now mingle again over your straining nipples, and we lick a warm wet trail to your sexy stomach, teasing your ‘inny’ belly button and moving toward your pubic bone and hips. The feel of two hot tongues dancing, darting, warm and wet is incredible.

She stops unexpectedly. “Hmm… I see we have a problem here. She’s not shaved smooth. I like running my tongue over something COMPLETELY soft and slippery; no hair.”

“I can’t disagree,” I say.

“There’s an easy way to solve this little dilemma,” she says.

I nod my approval, and you hear me walk away to retrieve what you know is a razor and shaving cream. “Luckily, it’s not long, so we don’t need scissors. But let’s clean her up completely.”

You’re very nervous and excited. The wondered of another person touching you with a sharp razor there is downright scary, but the idea of feeling completely smooth and then having two tongues twirling around, is even more compelling. You hear the ‘squishing’ sound of the shaving cream coming out of the can. I’ve run it under hot water, so it’s warm when we spread it on your pussy; that alone almost makes you cum again; you’re so on edge. You sit as still as you can, feeling the first swipe of the razor on the top part of your pussy near your pubic bone. The razor is rinsed in warm water and stroked on your skin, and the warm water drips down onto your pussy. I place my thumb over your clit, protecting you, and deftly shave all around your lips, all the way to the bottom, noticing with a smile how wet you are.

Our new friend pats you dry, then gently rakes her fingernails over your fresh smoothness, her red nails contrasting against your soft white skin.

“Feel how soft it is,” I say. Your hand moves to experience the soft, warm, smooth skin and notice where there used to be hair is incredibly sensitive! It almost feels like touching it for the first time.

“Play with yourself for us,” she says. You don’t need any further encouragement. Your fingers gently graze down your lips, taking in the sensation, and you rub your clit with the palm of your hand, then your fingertips. It feels so fresh, so new, and electric bolts of pleasure cascade throughout your pussy and clit.

“Taste yourself for us,” I interject. “Show us how much it turns you on.”

You bring your fingers down and trace the outside of your lower lip with your juices, then moaning, slip your fingers inside your mouth. You’re so sexy that the mystery woman and I stare in awe, amazement, and lust. Your hands move back to your slippery pussy. As you’re about to go past the point of no return, we each grab a hand and say, “No, not yet.”

“It’s time SHE starts pleasing US, don’t you think?” The woman’s voice says.

“Lift your dress,” I say to the mystery woman. “Lean on the wall, hands forward, legs spread.”

“I think I’m going to like this,” she says provocatively.

I guide you off the chair and lead you toward her. “Can you sense where our friend is?” I ask. “Over here,” I say. “If you find her and are really good, I might even let you taste her.” You feel around, crawling on all fours as I take you in her general direction, spread-eagled. “Kiss her ankles,” I demand, “and all the way up her calves. Do it!” You need little encouragement to lap and lick like a kitten at a fresh bowl of cream. When you reach the back of her knee, you feel it buckle, and you hear her moan.

“Oh god..yes!” She stammers.

You’re completely lost in your desire; there is nothing more you want than to taste this gorgeous woman. Sensing her need, you move to the back of her thigh and lick upward, smelling the scent of her arousal. As you reach where the back of her thighs meet her round, tight buttocks, your tongue swirls around her gorgeous globes. She arches her back and parts her legs slightly to give you better access. As you’re getting close to dipping your tongue in her wetness, I grab the back of your hair pull you away and untie your blindfold further heightening the titillation.

“Oh no! You didn’t think it would be THAT easy, did you?” I say. “Tell me how bad you want to taste her.”

“I want to taste her and lick her soooo bad,” you say. “Please! God, I want her!”

I smile and say, “You do, don’t you? You can taste her BUT first, I want you to use your fingers to take some of her juices and rub them all over my cock. THEN you can taste her by licking her juices off my smooth, hard head.” You and she moan simultaneously. I lean over and watch you transfer her wetness to my cock. “That’s it,” I say, encouraging you through my quickened breathing. “Make it wet and slick for you to taste,” I manage to moan. “There now. That’s it! YES….cum, suck it. Oh fuck, yes, that’s hot.” You turn and take my pussy juice-soaked cock in your mouth and savor the taste and feel it pulse. Shifting on your knees slightly but without touching yourself, you feel your first orgasm shake your body.

“She is being a bad girl,” I say, “cumming before we said it was okay. By the way, aren’t you upset she stopped licking you?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she says and goes behind you to watch you suck me. She says nothing but lightly spanks and encourages you as you lick, suck and taste my cock. “Suck faster,” she says, “that’s it. Show me what a good cocksucker you are, and when you’re done, you will use that talented tongue to lick every inch of me”.

You moan on my cock from those words because you can not wait to taste her. As she gently spanks you again, you feel the reverberations, the tingling, all the way to your throbbing clit. “Suck me real good,” I say, “lick my balls. Oh, damn, that feels good.”

“When he is close to cumming I want you to touch your clit and cum again for us,” she demands, and you moan hearing this.

I’m close; I can feel the encroaching tidal wave, the surge of pressure wanting to release from my groin. I watch your gorgeous mouth take me in repeatedly, and gazing into your beautiful eyes filled with yearning; I can not hold out anymore. “NOW! Ohhhhhh!” I moan, and as jism spurts from my cock, I tell you to put your mouth on it and suck as hard as you can. You obey, and she touches your clit with expert fingers and, seconds after, mildly spanks your ass, and you cum so hard you can not breathe.

“That’s it, naughty girl. Take it all. Good girl,” she says, as SHE is now obviously overcome with desire.

With each spurt of cum you nearly black out from pleasure. But the night has just begun, and there is more in store.

“Okay,” she says, clutching your hair and lightly pulling your head off me, “it’s my turn.” She positions herself, still standing but leaning her ass against the bed. She crooks her index finger. “Come to me on your knees,” she purrs. You crawl toward her; you’ve wanted this moment more than you can imagine. She lifts her dress, revealing red silk panties and says, “You can start at my ankles.”

You start licking the inside of her ankles and feel yourself getting wetter. Your tongue marks a trail along her calves, swirling, and licking; your head is dizzy with desire and passion. As you reach the inside of her thighs, you nearly pass out in joy from the scent of her arousal. You lick and lap and kiss, wanting to bury yourself in her pussy. She stops your progress by putting her finger in your mouth. Desire radiating from her eyes, she looks down at you and says, “Stop and watch me.”

She takes her panties wet with desire, pulls them to one side, looks at you and says, “You like that pretty pussy, don’t you?” You can only nod, feeling almost as if you’re drooling but you’re not, you’re in awe. Her pussy is smooth and shaved, a nice tight slit with a drop of moisture where her lips meet her clit. She runs her finger the length of her slit until it meets the droplet, scoops it, and moves the shiny tip toward you to offer her essence. As your parted lips are about to take it in, she says, “No, no, no. Not yet,” moves the fingertip to her mouth and greedily, hungrily, sucks it in.

You audibly moan in frustration, “No, no! Shit! Don’t tease me like that,” you say while she laughs, but it’s a naughty laugh of desire.

“You DO want me, don’t you?” She asks.

“God, yes,” you stammer. “Please don’t tease…”

“If you say please…” and her voice trails off. “Say it. Say, please, can I taste your pretty pussy?”

You’re so turned on by the prospect of tasting her and her words that it flows easily from you. “Oh, fuck yes! Please let me taste your pretty pussy.”

“Okay,” she says, “but I want you to kiss it first. ‘I’ll tell you when you can lick.” You dive in, kissing her moist warm, smooth pussy repeatedly. You want to taste, and overcome with that wondered, your tongue lashes out. “Uh-Uh, no, no,” she says and lightly pulls your head back by your hair

“What did I say?”

“God, I want to lick you,” you moan.

“Hmmm,” she says. “That you do. I have an idea. You’re going to EARN my pussy. Come here.” She falls back on the bed, moves her ass to the edge, and lifts her knees to her chest, giving you an incredible view and convenient access to her pussy and tiny smooth pink asshole. “Come tease my asshole with your tongue,” she says, “and if you do it well enough, my pussy juices will flow to it, and you’ll be able to taste me.” You’re now shaking so much, desperately wanting her. You move forward without hesitation, and your tongue darts toward her most sensitive spot. She lifts her head and says, “Tease me first. Don’t lick on it until I say.”

You oblige as your tongue licks and laps at her smooth tight bottom and gets closer to her asshole, fluttering and flicking your tongue around. She is squirming and so are you, involuntarily rocking your hips; you want her to tell you to DO it! DO it! Lick me there. You’re not waiting long. Unable to stand it, she finally says, “Do it! Yes! Lick my asshole with your hot wet tongue.” You feel her body tighten in pleasure as your tongue makes contact with her smooth tight hole. You lick and lap, and she can barely contain herself. Her pussy juice IS running toward her asshole. You pause for a second, watch it slowly slide down, and when it hits that spot, your tongue is not far behind. She cries out in delight, “Oh god! I can’t take it anymore! God, you’re good. Please, please, I’M BEGGING YOU, lick my clit! Yes! Flick it, suck it! Lap at it with your tongue!”

Your tongue runs up and down her slit, teasing HER now, dancing around and over her clit but not making direct contact. She finally grabs the back of your head, directing you where she wants. You feel her clit get harder, like the nub of an eraser immersed in a flower’s soft, wet folds. You swear you can feel her orgasm building as she suddenly gets very wet, her breathing quickens, and her body begins to shake. “Fuck, yes! God, yes! Lick my pussy! God, you’re good.” Her back arches, her breath pauses for a split second, and… her orgasm releases. She rubs her pussy on your face and tongue, and you realize you’re grinding your pussy on your right hand and cumming too. Your world flashes into a hundred colors, then black; slowly, you return. She’s smiling at you. You look at me; my cock is hard again but not just hard it’s slightly throbbing and bobbing.

“I want to lick her pussy and make it nice and wet,” she says. “Make her cum again and watch her suck your cock while I lick her, then I want to watch you fuck her from behind. I want to make her beg for your cock as I pinch her nipples, then you slow down and tell her you won’t fuck her REAL good until she buries her face in my pussy. I want her to moan in my pussy as your cock slides in and out, making wet slippery sounds, and we’ll both cum on and in her. THEN we’ll let her cum.”

We all look at each other, knowing the night has just begun.