Surprise: Part 2

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Michael ascended the stairs and looked at us gleefully. He had that teasing look in his eyes, "What have you two been up to? You two look like you have been fucking!"

David and I laughed. "Well, you know me." I said.

"Yes I do." said Michael, walking over to me, giving me a big kiss, his hands touched my shoulders and then ran down the entire length of me. His touch felt so good and made my skin come alive...I was horny all over again and began to feel anxious to have his cock inside me.

"Why are you dressed?" He asked. He was examining my body with his eyes, the way he did the first time we met and I felt naked in front of him, I had completely forgotten his desire to find me lied out on the bed, used and awaiting him. I could see he wasn't mad at all, he was just eager to learn all the details.

"We finished a while ago, we were just talking and waiting for you." He pet my hair, something which I just love, and smiled down at me. As his strong hands caressed my head and his fingers combed through the long stands of my brown hair, I felt completely content. His penetrating stare warmed my soul and I longed to melt into his arms.

David said goodbye, he had to be going. I walked him downstairs and thanked him for the afternoon. It had been a lot of fun. I knew David understood things between Michael and I and it was nice that they had been friends for so long. I felt trusting of David simply because Michael trusted him. I knew he was going home to unwind and he wouldn't feel used or disappointed by the afternoon. I was certain he enjoyed it as much as Michael and I had, each of us in our own different way.

As I went upstairs, I knew I was far from done for the day. I was greeted by Michael staring at me...his eye's gleaming like a child on Christmas morning. It was such a relief to see him so happy about the whole thing. It was reassuring that he really did know himself well enough to arrange something like this afternoon and know he would enjoy it. I could see he was relieved too but it was a different kind of relief...being on this side of things, I don't know if I can ever truly understand what he goes through when I am fucking another man.

He grabbed my hand and walked me into the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed and he sat in his leather chair at his desk. I pointed to the pile of disks sitting on his desk and he placed one in the drive and began looking through them.

"My you were very busy this afternoon fucking my best friend." he said. His tone was teasing so I knew he approved and I could tell he was getting turned on viewing my exploits. I could hear him moaning under his breath as he clicked through image after image.

"I hope you approve." I said, seeking a little verbal confirmation from him.

"Yes....of course I do.....silly. You have been a very good slut this afternoon, my pet." He said smiling at me.

I can't imagine what he must have been thinking...how erotic and exciting it felt for him to be looking at such pictures of me, his slut, taken only moments before he arrived. Pictures of me sucking and fucking another man. And now there I was, sitting beside him on the bed, still smelling of David's cum.

I watched him fixated on the screen, I took in every reaction, priding myself in the way he tried to savor every detail of every photo and yet couldn't wait to click on to see the next. As he reached the last photo on the first disk, he turned to me.

"Show me your pussy." he commanded.

I smiled and laid back on the bed, spreading my lips apart in the process. Michael got down between my legs and breathed in the scent of my nicely fucked pussy. He slid a finger inside and I could feel my pussy tight around it, the puffiness from being fucked made his finger feel huge inside me. He moved his finger around inside me and stared down at my pussy, sometimes looking up at my eyes. I could hear his breathing, controlled and yet hungry. He seemed animalistic to me in a way I hadn't seen before. It was a huge turn on, seeing him so filled with desire toward me!

He drew his finger out from between my swollen lips and raised it up to my mouth, "Your pussy holds on to that cum so well, I am surprised you aren't still dripping wet from your use this afternoon." He smiled down at me.

"Well, David only came once, then ate my pussy until I came and then fucked me some more but didn't cum again, so there probably isn't that much left." I explained.

Michael sat up and gave me a looked of feigned shocked. "He ate that nicely used pussy of yours? That wasn't in the letter!" He laughed, always accepting of how things progressed, as long as we all enjoyed ourselves.

He looked back down at my pussy, still smiling. "You came when he ate you today?" he asked.

"Yes." I said, waiting for a reaction before I said more.

"I didn't really think he would be able to make you cum. I probably would have told him not to if I had thought he could. That was my little hold over you!" He smiled up at me.

I could clearly see he was not upset. "I am so surprised...I almost didn't cum but I thought you would have wanted me too. So I went with it. I am sorry. I didn't think it would bother you." I said, unsure now of what he thought.

"It's OK. Nothing to be sorry about. I am just surprised. I didn't think David was going to be able to do it. I am actually proud of him that he got you off. I knew eventually someone else would, I just didn't think it would be so soon!" He smiled up at me and then lowered his mouth down onto my pussy. He gently licked at it, filling me with renewed desire to have his hard cock buried inside me. His tongue felt so nice, slowly moving over my clit, stimulating my nerves into an electrified state all over again.

David did get me to cum, but since Michael was the first, it seems that no tongue will ever feel as good on my pussy as his!

He got up off the floor and returned to his chair. He leaned back and asked me to tell him, blow by blow, everything that happened.

I started telling him the story about my afternoon with David. My surprised reaction and uncertainty when I found David in the shower, about expecting to find him in the apartment with David, about reading the note, about David taking me into the room and sliding his cock inside me ever so slowly and photographing the entire thing!

Michael couldn't stand it any long! He got up from his chair and took his cock out from his shorts. He placed it at my mouth and I opened eagerly to take it inside. I loved the feeling of Michael's cock between my lips. David felt different and there was an excitement in that difference. But Michael felt like home. It is as when you go on a vacation...it is exciting, you have a great time, but it is so nice to when you return home. The comfort, the knowing, the security. It makes you feel so good inside. I worked over his cock, up and down the length of it, lovingly caressing it with my tongue, not wanting to stop, wanting to show him how much I appreciated him.

Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to him. He kissed me and bit at my shoulders. "So, you fucked my best friend again today huh? Did you like that?"

I whispered "Yes" back to him and he threw me back down on the bed. He sat back in his chair and asked me to continue. I struggled to orient myself and then began telling him about David fucking me on all fours and cumming in my pussy, how he had gotten between my legs and eaten me, with such determination, until I came.

With that, Michael was back on his feet. I could see that his cock was rock hard and it wanted to be inside me! He got between my legs, climbing on top of me and slowly, he began rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, rubbing it between my lips.

"You were a very good slut today." Michael said. His voice was filled with pride and desire. I knew he referred to me as his slut as a term of endearment...he is always respectful of the fact that I have the desire to experience sex in it's rawest form and I am not afraid of taking what is offered to me and asking for what I need. That desire which filled me constantly, occasionally making me wild with desire, made him crave me all the more. We are a perfect match when it comes to our sexual desires!

I smiled, pleased with myself. He directed me to get on all fours and then I felt his cock buried deep inside me with one thrust. My breath caught in my throat and I whimpered with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast...and then stopped for a few moments to take a few photos. Leaving my pussy feeling empty and hungry for him.

Filled with more thoughts of my afternoon with David no doubt, and fucking me harder and faster still. He continued to stop and take photos every so often, between his eager thrusts. With each time he pulled out of me, my craving for the release of the huge load of cum I knew he had building inside him grew stronger...and with each time he re-entered again, the pain deep inside my well fucked pussy grew as well. I squirmed a little, but when he asked me if I was all right, I said I was fine. I didn't want him to stop, I knew that the pain was my friend and I was happy to revel in it, I didn't want him to stop. I enjoyed the burning and the stinging as he rubbed the already raw, tender flesh inside me.

I wanted to feel him cum inside me so badly, I knew that if I let on how painful it was he would stop and besides, I could tell by the low growl that accompanied his breathing, the way he was fucking me gently and thoughtfully now, that I would not have to wait long to feel his load being delivered deep inside me.

I began to greedily tell him about David taking pictures of me around the house, then bringing me into the bedroom, this room to fuck me more, on this bed! Telling him how I cleaned David's cock like a good little slut...just as he had told me!

Telling Michael the details of my afternoon did just what I hoped, it pushed him over the edge. I felt him begin to tense and knew that his orgasm was building strong inside him...and then I felt that most wonderful sensation of his cum shooting deep inside me. He buried it as deep as it would go and I could feel the pulsating of his cock as the cum oozed out. It has to be the best part of sex, next to my own orgasm.

We laid together for a while. It was so nice being fucked my Michael and then lying in his arms...it was as if before that moment, my day was not complete.

He moved back into his chair and began to finish his examination of the rest of the photographs. I sat by his side, kneeling on the floor beside his chair. His hand sometimes drifting over to pet my hair. I loved looking through the pictures with him. Hearing what pictures he liked the most.

When he stood up from the chair, it was clear to me that the pictures had been enough to arouse him all over again! I could see his cock bulging from behind his shorts. He grabbed my hair as he stood beside me and placed me back on the bed on all fours again. He began taking more pictures himself...pictures of his finger sliding in my ass, artistic pussy pictures.

As he circled my body his cock craved my pussy more and more. Finally causing him to set the camera aside and position himself behind me once more. By now, my pussy was raw and sore. Having been fucked now so well after my own orgasm, it was painful as Michael entered me. But as I know, pain is a wonderful gateway to something more. As he worked his cock in and out of my used pussy I braced myself against every painful thrust.

But as he continued fucking me, I began to feel the pain sliding away. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of complete ecstasy. I had in the past been able to experience such a feeling, the pain leading to some subconscious state, and then dissipating until all that is left is pleasure and contentment. For me it has been achieved through a combination of pain and a sense of being completely used and out of control of the situation. I could feel myself, so close, wanting desperately to go there again, I so badly wanted him to push me over the edge. I drew my arms back along my legs...trying to hint without asking...I could feel deep inside that the mere act of him pinning my hands would send me tumbling off into that erotic territory. It wasn't that he didn't notice, I could tell he was aware of my state, I was almost completely relaxed, the only noises I made now were low gurgling sounds, but he was enjoying fucking me so much, so close himself, he did not want to take me there for such a short trip. He was fixated on the wonderful feeling of my swollen pussy engulfing his cock and I tried to step back and reestablish my pleasure in the moment, realizing that today was not the day to take that journey to it's completion.

I began moaning in a mixture of intense desire, pain, and satisfaction when he finally pulled out of me. I knew he hadn't cum but I think he could tell that my moans were again becoming increasingly pain filled as opposed to pleasurable.

I finally felt completely spent! Michael seemed very pleased that he had finally been able to wear me out to the point that I didn't want to fuck any longer. Although, had it not been for the pain my body felt, my mind would have fucked Michael the rest of the afternoon.

I had big fears about doing David without Michael there. I had feared his jealousy, so many men seem incapable to handle their women even taking notice of another man, let alone fucking one. This was all so new to me, having a man who wasn't tolerant, but ENJOYED the idea! Today Michael proved to me without a doubt that he loved and appreciated me, I can only hope I showed him the same thing.

The positive impression that the afternoon left on Michael was SOOO strong, that the next day, to everyone's surprise, part three of the story took shape!