Surprise: Part 1

A true account of a long ago surprise sharing/inevitable threesome in three parts.

What a shitty week...I had been very busy, very stressed, very tired, and a little on the crabby side all week long. School was getting back into full swing, and I was feeling overwhelmed and intimidated by the seemingly insurmountable pile of work before me. I felt bad that I had been taking out my frustrations on Michael and was really looking forward to a nice long Friday afternoon with him. I had worn one of the skirts I had just gotten back from the seamstress. I had taken half of my skirts and dresses in to be shortened, most of which I had never worn for him at all, as their length was simply too conservative! This was a nice dark blue cotton one, it had little light blue and white flowers covering it. I wore a white sweater with it and, of course, no panties. I had my white heels on and had really taken the time to prepare for him today. My pussy was nicely shaved and I had taken great care with my make-up.

It was so nice being with a man who appreciated such efforts. Not only did I take great pleasure in pleasing him, but it was also nice to be noticed by others as well. In the past my boyfriends had treated that as a bad thing...I loved how much pleasure Michael got from hearing about men noticing I wasn't wearing panties. His acceptance of their attention made me feel at ease and comfortable in whatever slutty attire I chose to wear for him (or whatever he asked me to wear for him :) ).

I called him as I was leaving campus, he sounded eager to see me and excited about our afternoon together. He informed me he had taken his truck in to get the oil changed and that we would have to run over and pick it up later in the afternoon, even though I hate errands I was so looking forward to just being with Michael I didn't mind a little excursion to the auto store as long as we were together, besides, it could be an opportunity to do some flashing!

I took a few minutes to make some calls from campus that I had been putting off, I didn't want to take up our time together doing telephone errands. I had to stop at the UC to check the mirror and reapply my lipstick before walking across campus to my car.

I was still feeling distracted and a little crazed over school, but I was trying to relax, to get into the mood. I was imagining Michael greeting me at the door, kissing me forcefully as I entered. Grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling my head back, positioning my mouth just the way he liked it! I exhaled deeply and began to feel a sense of release. At least in Michael's arms I was able to let go and be free from all the pressures of the outside world. I hurried to my car, an eagerness to be with him overtook me and I just had to get to his apartment...fast!

I drove over, and my heart sank when I saw his truck was gone. I thought he must have run to the store or something and would be back any second. I got out of my car and sat on his steps...I began taking my books out of my backpack before I recalled that he had taken his truck to the shop. I felt silly and giggled to myself. I rang the bell, but he didn't answer. I tried the knob, and it was open. I could hear the shower running. I slid out of my shoes and tip toed up the stairs, I loved surprising him in the shower...he knew I was on my way, so he was probably expecting as much, but it was one of the few times I stood a chance of shocking him.

I walked into the bathroom; the door was open. "How's it going?" I asked. I was surprised to hear nothing in response. I peeked in, imagining he was either unable to hear me, or covered in soap. But instead, as I pulled back the curtain, I was startled by a face I didn't recognize at first. The stranger said, "Surprise." and I struggled to processes what was going on. It only took me a few moments to realize it was David. It had to be David! He had shaved off his beard since the last time I saw him, and I didn't recognize him at first. I looked around for Michael, I expected him to jump out from behind the door or something, I couldn't stop scanning the room for him...so convinced I would find him there, I couldn't let go of the idea. But as David stepped out, I began to realize...Michael wasn't here, anywhere, that was why the truck was gone! I asked where Michael had gone, and David informed me that he had left to work out at his club. I knew at that moment; Michael had arranged the whole thing.

I wasn't scared or uncomfortable, those aren't the right words...I guess I was excited, overwhelmed, exhilarated, and apprehensive. I had never been with another man for my boyfriend ALONE. It was a new concept to me, and I was a little uncertain about how this would transpire. I was always slightly concerned that Michael would be jealous, even though I knew he had enjoyed seeing me with David once before and often fantasized about watching me with other men when we fucked.

David told me that Michael had left a note on the bathroom sink for me. I picked it up and began reading while he dried off. It read:

"YOUR INSTRUCTIONS

Hello my delicious slut,

Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I was thinking of a fantasy I had in mind for you?

Well, this is it.

I am giving you to David this afternoon for his use. (And he has brought his digital camera along to record your slutty behavior)

He is to use you in any way he chooses for his pleasure. (Though I have given him some limits)

You are to serve his sexual needs.

Make me proud of you my slut/whore/girlfriend.

I hope you like my little surprise.

I think it may be just what you need today to "take the edge off".

Here are your instructions for the day.

I would like you to do as many of these instructions as possible, but he will probably "run the show" and I don't want these instructions to interfere with the sex and his (or your) pleasure. (if perchance you "screw up" on an instruction, it is ok, don't let it freak you out, I won't be mad, or punish you, I want you to have fun too)

First, after he cums in or on you, you are NOT allowed to "clean up" afterward. (I want to find your body "well used" when I return)

After he cums in you, I want him to take pictures of your well used cunt with cum running out of it.

You may, if you need to, take cum from your body on your fingers and eat it on film.

And you may rub any other cum into your tits, face, ass, etc.

Secondly, if he cums in your mouth, you are not to swallow the cum. Instead, you are to hold it in your mouth until he can take pictures of you holding your head back with your mouth open with his cum still in your mouth.

Then I want you to slowly let the cum stream/drip from your mouth into your open hand. (palm up)

Then you will lick it up and eat it and swallow. (All captured on film of course)

You will also "clean" his cock after he cums in you. (Like a good slut)

After he cums you are to suck him hard again (if possible) and make him cum again. (see how many times you can get cum out of him with your body) (of course if he wants you to suck him and get hard again, we can't force him to can we my dear)

Feel free to "wear him out"........

If he finishes with you, (and leaves) (though he may stay until I return to use you) just lay on the bed and wait for me to come home to find your soiled body waiting for me. (you may masturbate while you wait for me if you please)

I will be gone at least an hour, maybe two or more, so you will have time to fuck him and have fun. When you are done reading this, please wait (fully dressed) for his orders. (he knows what to do)

ENJOY!!!!!

Master"

As the words of his letter began to sink in, I could feel the moisture already beginning to saturate my pussy and run down my legs. I couldn't believe the trouble he had gone to...I had no clue that he had been planning such a thing for so long! As I read over the letter, I saw David come out of the bathroom, I was trying to concentrate on my instructions, but I kept looking over at David as he was walking toward me and then looking back at my letter, trying to find where I had left off but I was curious as to what David was doing. What was he going to want to do with me? I saw him come out with his camera and I began smiling gleefully, Michael had known how badly I wanted pictures taken so I could post on the web for all my "fans". He started taking pictures...just of me reading my note. The smile shifted into a look of embarrassment as I read the details of my mission...I loved the idea of my every move being captured so that Michael would have a visual record, a report of my good little sluttiness when he returned. I wanted so badly to please him.

As I finished the letter and looked up, David walked over to me and began kissing me. His cock was already rock hard, and I knew that he would fuck me well today! I laid the letter down on the dining room table and began rubbing his cock as he kissed me and rubbed my breasts through my sweater. It felt so erotic and slightly naughty. Michael and I had talked at length about kissing, it is such an intimate thing, and I always felt a slight betrayal when I kissed someone else, and yet it felt good to have David's lips against mine. I always had to relax into kissing another man though, even though I knew deep down that Michael would approve.

David walked me into the bedroom and was taking photos...he took a photo of me standing in front of the bed, still clothed, still wearing the shocked and excited expression I had as I read the note. He then came over to me and began playing with my pussy. Sliding a finger inside me, it felt so nice sliding in and out, moving around inside me, I could feel my moisture coating it and imagined how he would feel sliding inside me. He was so hard now, his cock pressed against me, touching my legs as he fondled my pussy and kissed me...I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy so badly that I could hardly contain my desires. Michael was right, I was in need of a good fucking to take the edge off...and I knew that I would get it today!

David slid my skirt down and took another photo, then removed my top. I was a little uncomfortable standing completely naked before him, but I quickly set myself at ease. I could tell by the rigidness of his cock that he desired me and so I sat on the bed, eager to take his big cock into my mouth. I could see the pre cum glistening at the head of it and knew as I drew it into my mouth that I would be greeted by a mouth full of the tasty liquid. I stroked him with my tongue and my lips as he moaned over me. He took a few photos of me sucking his cock...and then told me to get up on the bed.

I removed my bra and slid up fully onto the bed. I laid with my legs spread apart and he took several pictures of my pussy...wet from the attention of his fingers a few moments earlier. He then climbed on the bed over top of me. Sliding up the length of my body slowly, stopping to taste my breasts. Then sliding all the way up until his cock was positioned between my pussy lips and then he took another photo. I smiled knowing what a nice series of pictures we would have of him slowly penetrating my wet pussy. He pushed inside me a little, and then a little more...until he was buried all the way in my warm wet cunt. I loved being used in this way, Michael's possession of me ran deeply and even with him away, I felt as if his eyes were upon me, and I fucked David for my own pleasure but with the awareness that it was Michael who provided me with such a wonderful gift, and I knew I was fucking David for his pleasure as well!

David abandoned the camera to the passions and began fucking me. His lips pressed down on mine and his cock felt so nice sliding in and out of my pussy. He was fucking me very hard, and I could feel my tits bouncing as he thrust deep inside me. Pounding away at my now drenched pussy.

I tried to imagine what Michael was doing at that moment. Was he walking on the treadmill? Did he have this vision in his head, of David using me, his slut, and pleasuring me in this way? Was he hearing my moans in his ears the way they were echoing in the room as David's big cock thrust in and out...fast and hard?

David pulled out of my pussy and moved to the end of the bed. I kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed and began cleaning his cock. Tasting my sweet juices. Feeling David arch his back in pleasure as I stroked his cock gently with my lips, caressing it with my tongue.

I got back up onto the bed, on all fours now. He moved into position behind me...again taking photos at choice angles. Then entering my pussy. Something about that position, the angle of the thrusts, the places a man's cock touches in that position that just aren't achieved in any other, the feeling of his body hitting my ass with every thrust, the way he can hold onto my hips and just pound inside me harder, with no give, the way I can rock back into him...matching his rhythm and fucking him just as hard and fast as he is fucking me. I love being fucked on all fours. And I could tell David loved it as well. I could hear his breathing accelerate, and feel his thrusts getting more intense and hastier. I pressed back at him just as fast and hard, taking his cock as deep as it would go and enjoying every inch. Wanting to feel his big load of cum shoot deep inside me...wanting my pussy to be well used and cum soaked, evidence to Michael of my obedience and enjoyment of his little present.

As I felt him let loose deep inside me, thrusting deep inside me one last time, flooding me with hot cum...I felt proud that I had gotten from him what Michael had requested. As David pulled his cock out, I did as I was instructed and cleaned him again. Tasting my juices now mixed with his cum. It was such a pleasant taste...erotic and kinky...I had tasted myself after Michael had fucked me before, but the taste of David on my pussy was different...nice. We then laid down on the bed for a few minutes, just "recovering" and then he got up and dropped onto his knees at the side of the bed. He pulled me over to the edge and took a few pictures of my cum soaked pussy. It was dripping cum and was puffy and swollen from his violent thrusts.

It must have looked irresistible to David...because he set the camera aside and began to lick at my pussy with a greedy hunger that startled me at first. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and licked my pussy so nicely. He slid a finger inside me and was finger fucking me as his tongue worked my clit. It still felt very different from the way I was used to Michael eating me. But it also felt VERY good. I began to relax into it, really focus on his finger and where he was touching me, deep inside my pussy. How his tongue was working over my clit, feeling his pattern developing. My body began responding to his touch in a way it had only ever responded to Michael. I was unsure at first.........would Michael want me to cum from David's mouth? I only hesitated a moment, reminding myself about how UNselfish Michael was, he had sent David here today for my enjoyment, of course he would be pleased if I were able to reach orgasm.

So, I allowed my body to completely succumb to the pleasure of it all...to relax entirely and try for that ultimate pleasure. As David pursued his goal...my muscles began to tense and I could feel the waves beginning to build...behind that mysterious wall deep inside...I could feel them starting to crest and then tumble over, flooding me with ecstasy. I thrust my hips toward him and bucked wildly from the pleasure of it all. He drew back and looked at my pussy, now completely drenched in my own juices...and certainly still leaking his. He drew his camera again and took a very nice photo of my wet cunt glistening in the light. What a nice, hot pic that turned out to be!

I smiled down at him, reiterating to him that before that moment, only Michael had ever taken me to that place. He seemed proud of that fact and smiled up at me.

"Do you want to go do some flashing pics?" he asked.

I was still feeling weak in the knees, but my kinky exhibitionist side was chomping at the bit to do some pics of that sort. We both got dressed again, I went into the bathroom and made sure my makeup and hair weren't too "fucked" up. I went back downstairs and put my heels back on and went out to my car. He told me to open the door and sit down on the seat, spreading my legs. I had never taken any pics like this...but it was certainly fun and naughty. I wondered briefly if Michael's neighbors were home? Could anyone be in a position to see us? Car's passing? It was very exciting. He took a few pictures of me coming into the house and then up the stairs. We then went out onto the deck, and he stood across from me. I faced the street and lifted my shirt for the camera...displaying my tits...and then lifted my skirt to show my pussy.

"Why don't you face away from me and bend over." he said.

I did as he instructed. "How's that?" I asked. "Skirt short enough?" I wanted my pussy to show!

"Not quite." he said.

I pulled it up my back a little and he smiled. I knew I had gotten it short enough that time. He took a few pics of me bent over and then we went back into the house...and onto the couch. I sat down, spreading my legs on the couch, showing my pussy to him. I reached down and spread my lips wide so he could get a nice close pic. I had felt the wetness running down my legs earlier and knew I would still be gleaming wet! (Another one of my favs in the pictorial edition!)

He then instructed me to bend over the ottoman. I got way up on the leather piece and hiked the skirt up so he could get a nice shot of my pussy. He took a few like that but I could stand it no longer. I was thinking about Michael's letter, the image of me holding David's cum in my mouth, it dripping on to my palm while he clicked away with his camera, capturing me as I lapped it up again and swallowed it down.... yes....I knew I needed to get more cum out of David. So.....I crawled over to where he was standing and pulled his pants down to expose his cock. I took it into my mouth again, working the entire length of it...trying to get him hard again. He pulled me up and began sucking my tits...he photographed this as well.

We went back into the bedroom again and I dropped onto my knees to work over his cock eagerly. It grew hard in my mouth, and I could feel the insatiable desire in me still craving to be fucked. David waited for me to bring his cock into its full glory before bending me over the bed again and pounding me from behind. I rocked toward him in earnest, hoping to get another load of cum from him. I was acutely aware of his movements, determined to catch this load in my mouth. He stopped fucking me and I cleaned his cock again. I could still taste the mixture of our juices and was careful to lick off every trace, up onto his stomach and off his balls, the greedy slut I was, not leaving anything behind. He laid me out on the bed again and got on top of me...our mouths met again as he fucked me, my legs held up by his arms...his cock pounding my pussy. I was imagining Michael walking in at that very moment, how proud and excited he would be...how fast his cock would grow in his pants at the site of David riding me and fucking me so hard. We fucked for quite a while, but I could tell David was not going to cum again. He rolled onto the bed, and I cleaned his cock one last time. We laid around and chatted for a bit, it was nice to actually have a little time to get to know one another...hopefully as he and I get comfortable together, our exploits will last longer and longer...already our first encounter paled in comparison to this day David and I had together. There was something so incredible about Michael giving us all such a gift. I couldn't help but think of him as I laid there talking with David.

I was still dressed, and David recovered his shorts. We went into the kitchen to grab something to drink, both of us felt worn but I knew in the back of my mind that I wasn't nearly done fucking! Michael would most certainly want to bury his cock in my pussy when he came home, and I was still hungry to be fucked and filled with cum. I smiled as I thought about it! I knew he would be proud of me, even though we hadn't accomplished everything he had instructed in the letter, I had been fucked well and had cum myself.

David began gathering his things, he had to be going...as we were saying goodbye, I heard the door open downstairs and my heart jumped. It was Michael! I was so excited to see him, to tell him what a good little slut I had been, to show him the photo's we had taken, to show him my wet, swollen, used pussy!