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 find someone we think is suitable 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 build 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 willing 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 beautiful Four Seasons Hotel overlooking the Boston Common. We give the car to the attendant and check into our gorgeous 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, find 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't 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 cannot 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 possible.
"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 beautiful 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 thought 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.